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bowieandqueen11 · 8 months
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Jesse Pinkman Being Jealous Would Include...
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Request: omg so glad you’re writing for breaking bad rn cause i literally just started watching it and i’m obsessed 😭 could you do jealous jesse pinkman please? (hcs or a fic whatever you want)
Oh my gosh yay I'm really glad you started watching it!! If you haven't already you 100% have to watch Better Call Saul afterwards it's one of my favourite shows of all time! :)
Warning: spoilers for later seasons of the show! Mentions of drugs, mentions of drinking/alcohol, mentions of burn injuries, light swearing, mentions of trauma!
(I do not own Breaking Bad or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @tilldeathdousart.)
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Baby boy, baby boy. meow meow cat man. its so hard writing you as jealous because i feel if anyone started flirting with your s/o you would just break down crying and honestly same we love an in touch with his emotions king loml honestly
Jesse has always been the jealous type. Hot headed. Easily wound up by bullies ten times his size and a thousand times more ferocious and cutthroat than he had ever tried to be. Almost as easily as he had slipped into that easy routine of being ass over heels, devastatingly in love with you. The kind where every night, he tosses and turns in his mildew spelling bed, plagued by thoughts of doing nothing all day but sloppily kissing your lips between blunts. The kind where he has to stare up at the sky after he's been caught staring, until his retinas burn the sunlight into the back of his skull, yet the pain is nowhere near as cataclysmic as the hurricane your smile brings to his heart.
He had far too many years to temper it, to try and smother his love, and yet over time he seemed to get worse and worse and worse at stopping it from choking at his throat. He wasn't so bad during high school: sure, you found him a little odd, the way he would brag to his friends in the corridor about how he'd never 'studied a day in my life, man!', and yet in Chemistry he would be chewing the edge of his pen and scribbling furiously down on his paper during the end of term quiz.
He was terrible at tempering it, and you were terrible at seeing it.
Little did you know, that all the words he scratched down with his shaking hand were either complete guesses, or absolute gibberish. He had no idea what the paper was even supposed to be on, but you were sitting beside him, and so he wanted to look as smart in front of you as he possibly could. Bless his heart, to everyone else he was so obvious: Mr White would just peer over his shoulder and shake his head, his mouth in a lined frown as he watched Jesse peer like a meerkat over the side of the desk to stare at you from behind his slipping down beanie.
Some of his friends, his 'gang' as he liked to call them, were snickering from a couple of benches behind at the way he was trying to look clever by placing his fist under his chin, but his elbow kept slipping off the edge thanks to his baggy hoody. Even Justin Treller, the guy sitting to your right, and the kid Jesse was getting more and more annoyed with every time he leant over to whisper something in your ear, was evidently enjoying the way the tips of Jesse's ears were beginning to burn with embarrassment.
Eventually, when you began giggling at the things Justin was leering further and further towards you to murmur, Jesse began to snap. That's when he began doing stupid shit to make you laugh, like plugging the tube in and flicking his hand through the Bunsen Burner flame to try and impress you with his pain tolerance. When Jesse inevitably ended up being sent to the nurse's office for such a dumbass idea, he was wincing so harshly at the pain that he nearly tore through his bottom lip, leaving a nice scar. You volunteered to bring him down, spending half of your lunch period taking care of him.
He sat caved in on himself, trying to make himself as small a target as possible on one of the fold out chairs. He was obviously embarrassed, by the way his voice kept cracking each time you tightened some of the new dressing over his fingers. Mainly he was talking to try and distract you from the way his hands were shaking, so desperate to reach out and brush over your cheek that he nearly sobs with the effort. He also doesn't want you to notice how pathetic he looks: how he so subconsciously prepares himself for the mental barrage from his mother, or the physical threats from the people he deals with out in the streets, that he looks like a meek kitten sitting there with his palms down on his knobbly kneecaps.
He had known then, of course. He had known, as you pressed your lips chastely against the back of his sore knuckles, and giggled at the way his cheeks immediately flushed like a blooming snapdragon, that you would always be the love of his life. The only thing, behind the emotional neglect, the gossip, the drugs, the constant damn pressure, that he truly had chosen to care about. Which is why, after he bought his parents house and asked if you'd want to live in it, free of rent, he was shocked that you said yes.
Good things don't usually happen to this boy. And seeing how you were the best of all, he had to swallow his heart and just smile at your words, terrified he was going to ruin you.
I mean, living there at first had been easy enough. You had been round (or smuggled in by Jesse) so many times since that day in the nurse's office, that it felt like a second home to you. His parents, while they had still been speaking to Jesse, had absolutely adored you. They would always be teasing their son during family dinners about how he had been saving up doing his *wink wink* 'paper rounds' late at night, just so he could save up for the big wedding he was planning. Blushing ferociously, Jesse would duck his head down until his forehead banged against the tablecloth, begging his mom with that tired drawl to 'please... just stop'.
Somehow, somehow you just... never saw it. Perhaps you were laughing too much at the way Jesse's father was pretending to elbow his son to notice. Maybe, you were trying to cover your own eyes in mortification. I'm not sure, but I do know that you never seemed to notice the gut-wrenching look of pure hope Jesse would throw your way, once he had mustered the strength to peek his head up again.
While he shook his head and bit at the corner of his fingernail, while he poked and prodded at his escaping garden peas, while he took an awkward sip of his water and pretended to glance around the table. He was always looking your way, as if you had tied his heart to a string, his compass pointing him north, directing him back to his true home. His eyes would just linger on you like a listless man possessed from between the prongs of his fork, stabbing harshly at the plate in time with his thudding heart.
His heart sure was beating now. So ferociously, he thought it was about to splinter and explode out of his chest, implanting the chards everywhere until they were all that was left in memory of him. He knew you were getting sick of the constant parties. Of him being dazed 24/7. Of not knowing why he lashed out all the time. He knew it wasn't fair, but every time he closed his eyes he just saw Gale's pleading eyes beginning to burn itself into the safe memories he kept in the back of his head. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't breathe from all the sobbing. He couldn't even think in peace. So he just bit the cap off another beer bottle and fell down heavily on the edge of his brand new thousand dollar sofa, imprisoning himself in self-isolation despite being lost amidst a sea of people.
It was right at that moment you decided to try and brave down the stairs, having to hold onto the bannister for dear life as you jumped down each step, the bass vibrating through the walls until they shook. As you peered over mountains of baggie hoodies and tripped over lumps of passed out people on the floor in your effort to try and find Jesse, you accidentally bumped into the back of one of Skinny Pete's friends. You apologised as he turned around, which would have been fine if he hadn't taken one look at you and decided you were his main entertainment for the night. The smell of stale weed and lukewarm beer radiated off his sour breath as he leant down to rasp against the shell of your ear, sending a chill rolling down your back. You tried to compress your shoulders and squeeze past him, but the guy would not stop trying to grab onto your waist and pull you back, staring very blatantly down at your chest.
You knew Jesse had been shoved into the deep end of some shady business recently, but the way he had been acting over the last while had been frightening you. So despondent. So careless. To come home every day and find him almost completely blazed out of his mind on the floor, seemingly not recognising you as he failed to respond to your greeting. Not realising that as soon as you wandered into the kitchen to put the groceries away, those desperate, love strung eyes were following your heels. He nearly cried out for you, voice hoarse and heavy in the back of his throat.
If he had mustered the energy, he would have gotten onto his hands and knees and crawled like a baby on the floor to follow after you. The way you would beg him at 2 a.m. to turn down the music, and he would just grab at your hands and try to get you to join in his terrible on the spot jump-dancing. You never discerned how heartbroken he seemed to be when you jolted back from him as if shot; his bottom lip would quiver and he would sink to his knees when your bedroom door finally slammed shut. 
He couldn't take it. He couldn't take it anymore. First it had been his parents. Then the drugs. Then Mr. White, Gus, Gale, Mike, Saul, the pressure just kept building up and up and up and he didn't know how to escape it. Too cowardly to run away, just as he had always been resigned into believing you could never love him back. Too submissive. Too easily used. And now, now there was barely anything left of him. Sometimes, sometimes that scared kid would try to crawl out of his throat when he was alone at night, but he would just choke on his tears in the darkness until he had drowned him again.
So what does he do? Gets off his face drunk, and throws another mind numbingly monotonous party until the walls start spinning and he doesn't even know who's coming through those doors anymore. Hell, he still half expects his mother to come busting through, chiding him for having drugs in the house. For having you in the house, with such company present. For being a coward.
Now he had just brought more trouble on himself. If the company he now decided to keep didn't get his hands off you in approximately ten seconds, you were going to knock him on his ass in front of all his little buddies.
Thankfully, Jesse seemed to have a sixth sense as to when you were in trouble, and he had been steadily keeping his beady eyes on you ever since you reached the top step. Before you could shove the guy back, Jesse's already doing it for you. As soon as he’s by your side you can tell he’s wound up: not by the way he comes striding over, shouting over the beat and lowering his head as if he’s about to headbutt the guy. Not from the way his hand flies in his face, or the swears, the long string of increasingly ridiculous ‘bitch’ related insults he calls him, but from the way he looks so, so tired. He looks on the verge of tears, his eyes bloodshot as he brushes gently past you to start shoving the guy out the front door, yelling above the music to shepherd everyone else out as well.
'Jesse... seriously, you need to tell me what's going on, right now.'
When the door finally slams shut, you know him well enough that the best thing to do is just let his head cool down for a minute. When he was younger, that used to involve ringing you up whenever his parents had threatened to kick him out again; you would come clambering over the picket fencing lining his immaculately manicured side-yard to see him sitting on the edge of his windowsill, smoke rings blowing out the side of his mouth as he waited in the dark for you to arrive. His hand would shake as he hefted you up from the piping by his bedroom wall, awkwardly landing you down half on his feet as he would just stay beside you all night. He would speak from time to time, asking you about what you wanted to do once you managed to escape from this dump ass town. But mainly, he just leaned his head back and listened to your voice, gazing up at the faraway stars as if it were the only place he could possibly be truly free.
But now, he was far worse off than you ever could have imagined. He hunched over, as if he had a spiked collar weighted around his neck as he lumbered past you, crawling down onto the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest as he sat back against his brand new surround sound speaker, ducking his head into the gap and clawing at the back of his neck until you worried he was about to draw blood.
It was horrifying, hearing how he gasped between retching sobs as you sunk down on the floor next to him.
You tentatively reached out to place a hand on his back, kicking an empty pizza box out of the way with your foot so you could sit with the side of your thigh touching his. As soon as you made contact, he leapt at you like a rabid dog, clawing and clenching and biting his teeth into his shirt as he fell onto your chest.
‘Please. Please don’t leave me’, he gasped out between heaving cries, looking up at you with eyes so dejected, it were as if someone had stifled out the blinding stars once in them with dark clouds. Bits of saliva stuck between his teeth as he screwed his eyes shut once again and began bawling even harder, falling like a broken bird as you held the back of his head and guided it down to rest just above your breast bone.
‘I love you’, he starts sobbing, fists bunching up the material at the back of your shirt. It was you. It always has been. And if you walked out that door with the rest of them, he had nothing left. He would willingly roll over, and let himself just rot away. 
You sure as hell saw it now.
Eventually, after you rock him back and forth against the floorboards for a while and just cradle him in a way he’s never experienced during his years on earth, he becomes more placid against you. It helps that at some point, you had absentmindedly begun to trace the silvery wisp of an outline that had been left on his bottom lip all those years ago, your pointer finger glancing back and forth as it quivered. He was almost entirely curled against you now, pretending to be asleep so you wouldn’t stop, but his breath froze when he heard you whisper ‘I love you too’ against the top of his hair.
He’ll feel really sheepish the next day when he finally wakes up, peering round the corner with his hand behind his head when he spots you trying to straighten out the crick in your neck after a night spent on the floor. He’ll come apologizing with his go to breakfast: a childhood favourite of pancakes absolutely drenched in maple syrup; they were the kind his mom would make if she were in a good mood at the weekends. When he would sit at the table the morning after you slept over, watching stupid cartoons his brother had put on the small television, grinning to himself as some dripped down his chin. It had been the happiest he had been in his life.
Although he still has that boyish, soulful smile on his face as he sits criss-cross down beside you, you can tell that he’s still plagued by how wet his eyes are: how heavily he’s blinking.
‘I really do love you, you know that right?’, you whisper, taking the plate from him.
‘Yeah, I do.’
Suddenly your fork goes crashing to the floor, forgotten about as you lean forward to kiss him, nearly surprising the heck out of him as his teeth clash against yours. He’s quick to reach up and tenderly, oh god, so gently cradle the side of your cheeks, but that’s soon abandoned as he readily allows you to guide him until his back is against the floorboards. You clamber over until you’re almost straddling him, beginning to smile yourself as you feel him grin against your top lip, the soft peals of his giggles breaking out against the surface of your tongue as you dip down against him.
And suddenly, his life seemed like it was worth fighting for again. He was going to get out of this. He was going to escape. He was going to win. Not for himself, but for you.
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xmortuarykittyx · 5 months
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Ever Locked
Part 4: Good Night, Bunny
Part 3: With Your Ghost
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pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy × Ex!Coroner's Assistant Reader
warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, talks of enjoying inflicting emotional and physical pain on another, just Leon’s pov on things right now.
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Fucking rain. Every single day, nothing like the thick air, the feeling of Raccoon City before its inevitable bombing. Boots clap against the rain puddles, slick as the show slides on the step, nearly knocking me off balance and into the small bushes by the hotel door way. "Shit-", the word spat as my hand clutches at the automatic door, stilling it. "Fucking rain, can't wait to get back to my place.", all the more reason to get into her mind, to open Pandora's Box into the mind of the woman of the hour.
   My phone dings as I adjust the whiskey bottles in the bag, shifting from my right to left hand, reaching for the Motorola Razr, the fucking brick costing much more than i wanted to pay. Chris Redfield sent a message. A grumble left my lips as i entered the doors, heading to the shiny elevator. Tapping his stupid little contact photo opened the message; "so, when were you gonna tell everyone you were over 3000 miles away? You know we listed you as MIA and had a chopper checking around your house, right? Never understood why you needed to live in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, had us worried you went off the deep end or something." I could nearly hear Rebecca hitting him in the shoulder for the last part.
  My choices in house placement was quite simple; remote enough to not have any issues with neighbors- like a certain old hag who should've minded her own business- then, were close enough to a small town with a grocery store and a post office. It's perfect. Small, far away from everyone else and it can be a small safe space for the family i'm going to build. I have lived my life giving and giving and giving, giving up my life to the government, letting all my wants go to work on missions, letting vacations slip past me just so i can work my ass off one more time and get denied the next vacation. I never have a moment to myself until i'm MIA.
  I'll be selfish, this time around, i'll be selfish. I want one thing to myself, my home to myself. I want her, bunny, to myself. The future is so uncertain, but in certainty, i know i will have her and she will be away from everything and everyone. She'll be something just for me, for my pleasure. It's selfish, god, it's wrong to be so self centered to throw off someone's life so horribly, but i can't find it in myself to regret the choice i've made to come and find her.
  The elevator dings, bringing my attention to the wobbly reflection. My hair is dark with grease, my skin dry and flakey in parts, my hand comes up just as the doors open. Fingers rubbing at the rough scruff that coats my jaw. I looked like shit, honestly, i would've cried had i seen myself too. As the door threaten to close once more, i step out. The hallway is lit with a warm lamp, it was short and the rain taps against the windows with a rhythmic patter. I wonder what she's doing, is she worrying? Is she scared that i'm back, or is that perfect new boyfriend currently too busy keeping her wrapped around him? The latter causes my brows to drop.
  The keycard taps the lock, hearing a beep and a green light before my, still wobby, legs threaten to let me fall. The handle is clicked quickly, falling under the weight of my hand. The room is... clean, at the most, plain. Very minimalistic. The bed is neat, the coffee cups wrapped, definitely won't be touching those, unless they have the creamer i like. Coffee left a bad taste, trying to down that god awful black coffee to impress the older officers still made me want to throw up. The bitterness, i wasn't someone into the bitter things, despite how bland my life had become. Time didn't stop for me to indulge in anything sweet or extra. That's why i won't answer that message, once i acknowledge it all, then come questions, why's, when's, where's. I don't have the time, I needed to set my plan in place. I needed to know that things were gonna work out this time, this opportunity.
  The desk is clear of anything, which is good, my bags lay underneath from my earlier visit before the White Wolf. Duffel bags of clothes, files and photos. It was time... but a drink first wouldn't hurt. A soft sigh leaves my lips as i lay the whiskey bottles down, hearing them clink together. Jack Daniel's, wasn't the top shelf shit- but it was cheap and whiskey tastes like whiskey once you've downed enough- they all taste the same.
  The bag rustles as i fish out the first bottle, nearly half empty from the gas station down the road. My boots slide off with ease as i step towards the coffee maker, pulling one of the little paper cups from the stack. "As good as any.", my shoulders weigh with a shrug before the cap is off and the cup is half full of warm whiskey. The amber liquor burns, the flavor vanilla-ish. Something i should've looked at before throwing the cash on the counter. Alcohol is alcohol, at the end of the day.
   My back hits the bedding, cup laid aside on the side table. The thoughts of the past few years flooding my mind, the latest tragedy being my team being ratted out and only myself coming out as a survivor. It never seems to fail, anyone close to me... their life is cut short by some tragedy or they're in danger at my hands. It was a cycle, one i wouldn't let touch the innocence of my bunny. The pillow engulfs my cheek as i lay my head upon it, the inside rough but manageable as i reach out for the cup, my fingers pushing it further away before catching the rim and pulling it closer.
  My head aches with the next round of thunder, the lightening cracking over the dim room. Engulfing everything in a light for a few seconds, the painting across from the bed getting my attention. It looked... angry, and yet it was just swipes of black and red paint over a white background. What? You gonna say it's some internal struggle i'm having or something. is it like those tests the therapist hands you to get a read on you? The liquid in the cup splashes as i swirl it, my mind bouncing from left to right. It feels surreal, im sure it does for her, too. The moment i've been anticipating since i saw the name under a few address, the moment she's been dreading since that faithful day. It's crazy how much fate can dictate.
  The Chinese have a legend, about a red string of fate tied between two lovers. It's a beautiful story-pictures of fingers intertwined with the others, red string wrapped delicately around pinkies and swirling around the hands that finally met their match. It's beautiful until the string is tied around your throat by the one tethered to the other side, that string of fate is telling. What was meant to show you endless care and tenderness now tightly stealing away the very air that kept you alive, that tore at the delicate flesh, its motives unknown and terrifying.
  Another rumble of thunder and that thought too is ripped from my consciousness. I see the fault in my plans, don't get me wrong. I'm not insane. I simply don't care, i want this and for once in my miserable life, im going to get something i want. She's just the poor soul who has to be the one i set my sights on. She loved me once too, you know? She said it- herself- she loved me. She let me see her vulnerable and bare. I want to see it again, that bitch at the bar declined giving me Bunny's new number. What a stuck up bitch. A laugh ripped past my lips, the liquor splashing out of the cup lip and landing on my cheek as i wipe it away quickly. Hand once more in my scruffy, growing in beard. I wonder if i should keep it, at least while i'm here? Nah. I never could grow a nice full beard, mine always patchy and uneven. It is what it is, but i'm not shaving it right now. My eyes are stinging, head falling back on the pillow as the cup slides back onto the night stand.
  The clothes call to me from their bag, begging for me to change into the soft grey sweatpants that have been my favorite for years now. I feel a twitch in my leg, a pushing force that is quickly pushed away. That can wait for tomorrow, as can planning. The bed is too magnetic to my body. The sheets already bunched under my weight, fingers digging around to grip the sheet and pull it up, promptly causing my muscles to ache, realizing i have, indeed, made no progress, my legs stand for a millisecond, before i'm back into the bed, quicker than the bag can see. Nothing outweighed the amount of exhaustion that built up in my brain.
  The aircon kicks on, the room settling at a nice sixteen nine degrees. Cold and enough the blanket keeps me warm. The buzz of the alcohol and the warm and cool feeling just about as perfect as it can get. Something feels as if it's missing, like there's something that should be here and isn't, but i think i know what it is. I think it's always been missing and the sleepless nights had me begging any god that i'd have that back. Sleep doesn't come easily for me anymore, but knowing her presence isn't as far as i anticipated, has me feeling slightly more relaxed. Maybe enough to settle into bed all night, or enough to keep staying asleep the entirety. Either way, as long as i sleep. I can't keep pushing missions with no rest, last mission i was nearly left back there. Sleep is a necessity that hasn't been fulfilled since her disappearance. I know it wasn't her choice or fault either too.
  That's why I'd wanted to speak with her at her work, to see if all these years anything had changed. I know it probably has, but does she still bring that peace and calmness to me, can she still cause me to snap instantly with her little smart ass behavior? I have to know. Either way, she's mine. She's always been mine.
  The sheets cocoon me, cradling my body as I slept in my daily clothes. It didn't matter, i'd slept in abandoned ships, cots that were as hard as a plank of wood, in 3 day old clothes, bed for other men who hadn't showered in weeks. This bed, felt amazing, compared. The curtains letting the lightening crack over my face but the stinging stalled as the darkness encroached my eyes. The fluttering causing a tear slipped pasty cheek. warm as i nearly got to that state of peace. Work can be done tomorrow, plans, actions and strong up my temporary home, it'll all work out. Good night, Bunny...
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hornytongue · 4 months
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Ok y’all, stupid brain rot Hyperfixation time but we gotta talk about Orochimaru and Mitsuki Relationship.
The Boruto series could have easily gone the route of “I hate my creator, fuck my parent, I’ll never be like them.” Sort of route for Mitsuki. It would make sense, he’s a Leaf Village Shinobi and loyal to the leaf and Orochimaru doesn’t give a shit about the leaf.
But they didn’t…well not entirely.
Instead, they gave us a oddly wholesome relationship with Mitsuki and Orochimaru, where Orochimaru has been shown in the newest Novel and Newest game, to show care for Mitsuki (even concern in the book at the idea that Mitsuki could be in danger) and buying Mitsuki a video game console just because it “looked interesting” (Mitsuki had actually bought a copy already and ended up letting Sarada have it) and I’m honestly really pleased to see this sort of relationship explored, though its unlikey for now as they enjoy pushing Mitsuki aside.
MITSUKI has shown that he respects his parent greatly, even going as far as to use their likeness as a Avatar in a Video Game, because they look up to them and it “makes him happy” which I don’t know about you, but that’s super sweet. Orochimaru made Mitsuki to be different than them, Orochimaru could of easily made Mitsuki a Evil Clone to infiltrate the village and destroy it from the inside but with the one shot and other interactions we have seen, Orochimaru seems to genuinely want Mitsuki to live the life they couldn’t, and that includes having a active parent in his life because remember, Orochimarus parents died when they were very young.
Who knows, but I hope the Manga explores Orochimarus feelings about Mitsuki, and their relationship as a whole, cause it’s super interesting and sweet.
I also have some thoughts about whether or not Mitsuki is related to Toreni via DNA so…I’ll have to write that down sometime 👀
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nilufleur · 1 year
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BEING HARUCHIYO'S CLOSE FRIEND / 29. 10. 2022
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sanzu haruchiyo, one of the most irritating, stubborn and difficult people one can meet. though he most of the time is an insufferable person theres people he enjoys being around with and people who enjoy his (overwhelming) presence aswell
at first it is easy to assume that he is not a trustworthy person, but haruchiyo is very devoted to people he cares about. hes basically a 'ride or die' for the people he loves
the things that draw him close to people are little characteristics that are often overlooked. he creates an image of someone's personality by just having small conversations here and there
the people he is close to are usually the people he has been friends with since a long time, childhood friends to be more precise. he is not afraid of meeting new people, he likes changes he likes seeing new faces but as i said, letting them get close to him is a different matter
so getting to the point, what drew haru close to you was your persona. honest, laid back and humourous. he has a strange sense of humor, he squeezes his sharp jokes in his sentences that often go unnoticed. he was slightly impressed when you laughed at them, since he thinks that 'only smart people get his jokes' (yes, he is an egomaniac)
after that he started to always say hi to you whenever he saw you. sometimes it was loud and audible and sometimes it was just a little smile while passing next to you, but he would always acknowledge your presence
haruchiyo has a creative mind and you got convinced of that more day by day when he would randomly show up and ask you the strangest question with no context, nod after hearing your reply and just go away
this little habit still continued after you two became very close friends. it was hard to understand him sometimes but it was also very fun to you to be in his chaotic presence
as a filmbro myself i am sensing that haru would definitely enjoy watching films. he would also invite you to movie marathons at the most absurd time something like
"theres 3 al pacino movies in a row at the cinema can we go?"
"haru its the final exams week and its currently 2am shut the fuck up and keep studying"
yes studying with him is a pain in the ass
he would always be the one to invite you to study at a cafe but end up getting nauseous from all the milkshakes he had just because 'he got tired from all the studying (he didnt study) and needed a treat' and throw up in the public restroom
he is lactose intolerant but acts like he isn't
it's hard being friends with him cause he is generally a very spontaneous person
but you got used to it so it doesn't surprise you anymore when he does stupid shit like showing up at your apartment drunk with a board game in his hands in the middle of the night
he loves board games but he sucks like he is so bad its actually painful to watch him play
haruchiyo would definitely force his best friend to get a matching tattoo with him. at least hes got good taste so the tattoos turn out pretty cool
and he would also pretend to be surprised whenever he saw your tattoo saying shit like "stfuuu omg we have the same tattoo!!♡" punk ass bitch
constantly gossiping and its honestly so fun to do it with him cause he always has to most out of pocket information about people
would definitely introduce you to his close friends circle and after meeting them he would ask you about what you thought of each one of them
hes actually annoying and has no clue about what privacy but we can ignore that cause he always bring you something to eat when he gets in your apartment without permission
would he be a jealous friend? possible. but i dont think he would be overly jealous or protective. only gets a little annoyed when you talk about "you guys' stuff" with someone else and act all hurt and dramatic so you would eventually apologise
he has a very good sense of style and would buy you random clothing piece so you could match with him. yes. he loves matching outfits it's his guilty pleasure
i can imagine this mf saying the most philosophical gut wrenching intelligent thing humanity has ever heard and and then just say "anyways i gottta pee"🗿
sleepovers but he always sleep in your bed and takes up all the space
he once threw out one of your sweaters bcs he didn't like it
"sanzu my dead grandma made that for me"
"but it looked ugly 😐"
cooking a recipe with him at 3am but you guys got distracted and ended up causing a mini-fire
he has all of the CDs of the cars movies and always say "he just like me fr" when lighting mqueen does that kachow thing
overall he would be a good friend i think. funny and spontaneous not very reliable but always trustworthy
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this was disguised sanzu slander if you coudnt tell
© nilufleur
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neko-loogi · 7 months
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Hey y'all, sorry I'm late but I'm back with another one of these Helluva Boss opinion thingies-
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Alright so the new episode, to be honest I enjoyed it more than the previous ones but I have to admit it still has its flaws. So let's discuss that.
So there's the whole Ozzie and Fizz being together, being all lovey-dovey. And honestly? It's the cutest shit I've ever seen. Stolas and Blitzo wish they could have that lmao
I also wanted to point out that I absolutely love the aesthetic of the Lust Ring (well mostly because it's purple and blue with neon pinks, which is different from the usual red that Viv is so obsessed with-). My only complaint however?
Is that the background should be slightly darker because characters like Ozzie blend a little too well with them. I mean, I can understand why the background is bright and all that, but Viv just loves to make her characters be barely noticeable in the shot-
Now, there's a few things I don't like about this episode, for starters, the pacing was absolute dogshit. Like, everything went by so fucking fast, I had to often pause the episode several times just to look at shit in the background or just the scene in general. It was a hard episode to digest, really.
Another thing I found stupid and unnecessary was the whole Ozzie signing contracts with Stolas- it was very out of place and like, it honestly felt like they just added that to pat the run time. Not only that but, why couldn't Ozzie just go to the Greed Ring and beat the crap out of Crimson and his goons for kidnapping Fizz? Like, I was legit expecting Ozzie to go in and do some crazy shit but he didn't- he just stood there, signing a bunch of papers and for what?? Fr that shit was anticlimactic.
Then there's the "accident" that caused Fizz to lose his limbs and horns. Honestly the scene was somewhat impactful for me but at the same time it went by too fast. And not only that, I hate that Blitzo admits that it was his fault, yet he makes everything about himself like- COULD YOU NOT DO THAT, YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT??? And you know what makes me even more mad about this scene? Is the fact that Blitzo had feelings for Fizz and was going to confess to him- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? Istg can Viv stop making Blitzo being this uwu pathetic sad baby of an OC who fucks everything that breathes? (no wonder she made him canonically pansexual, it just shows-).
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I also think it was stupid to make Fizz apologize to Blitzo- like, I don't care if what he did was an accident, that shit was fucked up. And it just seems so off that Fizz was all like "yeah you fucked me up and ruined my life but y'know what? I forgive you because plot reasons". I dunno man, it just doesn't sit well with me.
*Edit: I personally would've much preferred if Fizz didn't apologize to Blitzo, kinda like how his sister Barbie did. Where she just told him to fuck off and that she never wanted to see him again.
There's also the song that Fizz randomly sings at the end- it's terrible. I legit cringed the whole time while watching the entire scene. And finally uhh, Striker and Crimson working together was really stupid, it felt like a desperate attempt to make something look cool but it failed miserably.
Anyway, that's all. Thanks for reading, uh bye-
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starkeyletters · 10 months
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•̩̩͙⁺𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡
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Warnings - 18+, Mature theme, Drug & substance use, indications to smut (hookups), etc.
Wordcount - 2,2k+
Pairing - 𝑅𝐴𝐹𝐸 𝐶𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑅𝑂𝑁 x 𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝙊𝘾 [Reader]
Summary - Fic based off of the song below, 'Too High'. The fic itself, to summarize it, is Rafe taking realization in to learning his true feelings. Knowing he wants more than just stupid hookups. But the question is, does she feel the same?
A/n - My first fic based off a song. Works like these will never be more than one part but they will be often posted. I recently found a liking for this beautiful song and it gave me so many ideas for it and it just made me feel like it would be a situation that would involve Rafe Cameron with a girl this way. Hope you guys enjoy this one (:
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Tell me if you're alright
Did I get ya too high?
Sleeping over two nights
In a row, I can't let you go
Tonight you might fall in love
Ahh, yeah
It was late, very late. Lately, it was moments like this for Rafe that caused the realization to set in. The realization that he was falling in love. With you. He didn't want to, Loving anyone scared the shit out of him. He was never loved right, so how was he supposed to love someone without failing? He wondered that every single day, And the moment he began caring about you being more than just a hookup, He knew. 
Rafe’s POV:
It was late, 2:00am. I pushed back against the hardwood of my bed’s headframe, staring down at her next to me, tangled in my white and blue bedding. She was gorgeous - doll like. It wasn't the first time we have done this, it has been quite occasional for the past month. Every time my parents leave I invite her over, get high, hookup, then she leaves. Lately that hasn't been happening the way we planned.
My hand ran through her soft silky hair, my fingers merely touching the exposed skin on her back. She lied on her stomach, sleeping so peacefully. She looked so effortlessly beautiful while she was in any state of comfort. I wondered to myself if she was alright, i wish she was awake to tell me how she was feeling. We had a long hookup, after which we smoked weed and did some coke. Sometimes I wonder if I got her too high, thankfully the effects will wear off not too long from now.
Tonight was the second night in a row we did this, my parents were out on a business trip. Usually we never made it through one night, let alone two. And quite honestly, now i don't want her to leave. I don't want this to be over.
I couldn't understand the way i felt, or the way she acted towards me. Was it actually love? Or was it just tension, even lust? I wish i could know if what i was feeling was love, but its hard to know what something is if you never experienced it. Yet, she treated me in a way no one ever had. She showed me genuine care. You could tell by the look on her face when I asked her to stay for the night a second time its hat she wanted, and exactly what answered my question was the look in her eyes. They lit up, I could've sworn her pupils were hearts.
Maybe im just high, but i think im falling in love.
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“Hm?” You mumbled into the pillow your head was on, Rafe waking you up from your sleep. He looked just as restless and out of it as you did. But you couldn't assume it was anything other than the effects of the substances the two of you used only a few hours before the time now. “I know i sound crazy for saying this,” he stopped, you looked up at him and laughed as he sat against his headboard, shirtless, his hair a mess, all over his face as he looked off into the distance of some spot n his room. Fidgeting with his hands on his lap.
“But- But i want to have more than just hookups with you- a-and sesh’s. I enjoy being with you- and i think i might be in lov-” You rent in the right mindset, you weren't yourself. You were higher than he was at that moment, so that's why you cut him off saying what you did. 
“Rafael Cameron. Were high.” 
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Tell me, are you too high? (Are ya?)
'Cause I'm feelin' just fine (yeah)
Truth is, Rafe wasn't nearly as high as you were. He barely took anything that night. If anything, One could say he doesn't have enough in his system for it to even show up on a drug test. His eyes weren't even red. And if he was high, it wore off. Because he did not feel high, that's for sure.
You on the other hand,  Your eyes were bloodshot red, eyelids once you were woken were half closed, and you were completely out of it. You were definitely too high, you and Rafe both knew it. 
You were too high.
Rafe was feeling just fine.
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And I just wanna kiss you (I do)
I love ridin' through the city with you
Hear you talk about your silly issues, oh
You drive me wild, oh—oh
Take back to one night, 2 weeks prior to the current situation, the two of you took a ride in his truck, a late night drive. Throughout the town, even the city. It was a gorgeous night. With the music blasting and the way you sang along with it, Rafe couldn't imagine a more beautiful version of you. It was a night to remember, neither of you were on anything. Which really made it better. He loved going for drives with you, really he loved doing anything if it involved being with you.
He just wanted to kiss you, he craved it, he never kissed you when the two of you hooked up. It was a forbidden rule on the list of rules you made up when the two of you started doing so. The way your lips looked that night especially, the way they sung along to the music playing, the way you glossed them, it was everything for rafe. He always wanted to kiss you, he wanted to know what the feeling of your lips on his would feel like.
He loved drives with you, They would last for hours, and hours, until either you or him got tired. You would always have at least one rant session to him every single time you would go for a drive. ANd he never once minded the fact that you did so.
Most of the issues were silly, he would always get an entertaining time out of listening to you speak on them. He loved the fact that you not only opened up to him about such and such, but the fact that you were the person who came to him and trusted him enough to say what you were feeling and about problems you had. No matter how serious, or silly they were.
You drive him wild.
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And babe, I wanna smoke and
Fall asleep on your floor
We won't make it to your bed, no
We won't make it to your bed
Take back to the one time,and only time, Your parents were out of town and you invited rafe over to just have a quick session. To smoke, Not hookup. And that's exactly what happened. 
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Rafe was uncontrollably laughing, falling onto your bedroom floor as the two of you got into your room from being outside. You were just as bad, stumbling on top of him, neither of you even thinking to get up. 
“And- The time you-” Rafe said in between laughs, “You- slipped and-” He couldnt even finish his sentence. The two of you were always like this when high. 
The floor was where the two of you bunked for the night, not being able to make it to your bed, Well - most of the night for you, you woke up halfway throughout the night, Moving up into your bed.. The feeling of discomfort from lying on a hard surface with nothing beneath you except rafes arm under your sore neck, would have made your body ache for days to come. You didnt bother waking Rafe, Infact he looked super peaceful. God knows how he did it since the next morning he felt fine. No pain.
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Your dad would kill me if he knew what we were doin' babe
And if he finds us, I swear I won't have a clue what to say
Ayee, so
Oh, how your father would kill him if he ever found out the things that happened - or still even go on between you and Rafe.
In fact, your parents, especially your father, were extremely protective over you. There wasn't a day that went by that you could remember that they hadn't warned you about Rafe Cameron, they always told you that you were to stay away from him. And oh how much trouble you'd be in, especially if he found out Rafe cameron spent the night in his home.
Neither of you never put a plan in place for if you were to get caught, and Rafe always worries when there's days spent together that are in public, or if someone was to ever snitch.
He really wouldn't have a clue what to say.
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Tell me if you're alright
Did I get ya too high?
The one time you went home after the two of you got high, and mid- hookup you bailed. He didn't hear from you for days, he was so worried. He knew he should've never let you go home in the state you had been in. You were sobbing before you left his house. He would text you constantly for those few days, only for you to ignore him.
You just left, high, sobbing, you were a mess. He knew your parents were home and he worried you'd rat the two of you out. Since he was acting like a dick that night. 
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Sleeping over two nights
In a row, I can't let you go
Tonight you might fall in love
Ahh, yeah
*Reference to first paragraph of the fic.
Turns out, you never told anyone,and your parents didn't even notice the way you were once you got home. You just felt like shit. That was the night you realized you were in love with Rafe. And that's why you left, or bailed on him as he called it. 
You spent the next two nights after that with him, for the first time. You didn't want to leave his presence and you didnt want to let him go. 
You wondered if he felt the same, and when he was about to say the three words, you were too high, telling him that too - You regretted that as soon as the drugs wore off. He was falling in love with you, and you were too. But you ruined it. You told him that the two of you were:  “Rafe Cameron. Were high.”
You regretted it ever since.
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I got you, baby, I can't lose you now
Swear to God that I won't fuck around (no)
You're my favorite one I ever found
Yeah, I treat you like you got a crown (I do)
After that night, It's like the two of you got closer to each other without making a plan to do so. He knew after that night that the feelings being shared were mutual. He knew you loved him too. You just couldn't say it. 
All he saw was regret on your face anytime he would talk about what happened, anytime he would talk about his feelings as hints for you to take since after that he was too scared to straight up tell you he was falling in love with you. 
He knew he got you, and he knew he couldn't let himself lose you.
He swore to you that he would never, ever, fuck around.
He told you that you were his favorite one he ever found, Because you were. There was something about you that anyone else Rafe knew didn't have. You were his soulmate, that's for god damn sure. 
Rafe, even though you aren't together (yet) Treats you like a literal queen. He never ever disrespect nor hurts you. Take back to the one time, yet it happened multiple times, Rafe had to carry you because your feet hurt in your heels, up stairwells, down hills, up hills, etc. plus he'd carry your heels.
You were his princess.
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Promise that you'd never lie and (no)
Baby, never leave me crying
The two of you, when you first started to hookup. Made a promise to never ever lie about if the other was catching feelings. Yet that didn't work out for either of you. You both did, and you both lied. To each other.
Which not only left you crying, but also Rafe.
After that night, neither of you ever lied to one and other ever again.
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Yeah, you're the only one I want, alright
You were indeed the only one Rafe wanted. Ever since he met you he never had one thought about someone else. He tried proving it to you. You were all he wanted. Everything he needed. He never wanted to picture you with someone else.
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Tell me if you care about me
The way that I care for ya
I just need to see
Rafe wanted you to say it. Say you cared for him the way he cared for you that night. The thing is, you didn't. You showed him instead. 
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Did I get ya too high?
Did I get ya too high?
Rafe did indeed get you too high. Not on drugs, but on love.
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ben-drowned-me · 3 months
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Hello can I request some Ben drowned headcanons? Like how do you picture him to look like or act like? I am like literally obsessed with your headcanons, have a nice day/night!!‼️‼️
✧.* ben drowned headcanons
that is the sweetest compliment ever !! thank you sweetheart, i appreciate it so much<3 ben is one of my faves! i kind 'f strayed off a bit i feel but i hope you enjoy :)
he doesn't wear the hat all the time i swear
i just don't think it's all that comfortable for him to wear (why does link wear it at all??)
i know canon he's pictured as majoras mask link but i picture him more hyrule warriors link
his hair is a bit more ashy though, not like a super-pigmented blonde
only wears the outfit while on hunts, does NOT clean it either
probably sticks w green colours but also stupid graphic tees (see; jesse pinkman outfits)
eyes don't consistently bleed but like atp its stained there
i mean he could wash his face but.. will he??
with all of them, they can have pretty violent mood changes but i think honestly ben is on the more mellow side
yes he's been through some shit, but he's had a lot of time to come to terms with it (barely aging does that to 'ya)
i think he like ages super slow btw so he's not like 8 forever lolz
but on average he's pretty decent with emotions n shit
still has bad days but handles it better than some of the others do
bad nightmares tho which he does not handle well
very observant, always looking out for people
more of a show not tell guy?? if he notices that someone hasn't eaten then he'll hand them smth silently yk?
enjoys quality time with people
rage quits games sorry i dont make the rules 
then hacks the other peoples' devices cause he's mad
menace.
pranks everyone even if he knows he'll get his ass beat
everybody's little brother
all in all is an absolute sweetheart who is also a jackass!!
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carsontumbleweed · 2 months
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I liked alot more than just the bleacher creatures I honestly loved the first episodes it was bliss. I don't view s1 characters as the same anymore so its kinda an au in a way to me??
But man I loved the bleacher creatures they were fun and terrible and I loved them. God I wish they had shown how they got together cause oh my gosh??? THE ROLL CALL THING WAS SPECIFICALLY FOR ME OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDD. Topher looks alot happier this season I don't know before I saw him as a loser who brought people down with him. Who didn't have friends. But I don't know? They're actually really cute(and terrible mwahaha I'd hate them irl) and I wasn't expecting topher to get along with them. Just the way he looks at them and they love schemeing just as much as he does. Im just so used to topher frowning and stuff but his eyes were dilated alot this season not just for being bitten by snakes. I don't know I'm just surprised he has friends.(he obviously didn't have them before he mentions he only had limited social interactions I think they all got together during that summer or whatever?? Maybe over text??)
Theyre all terrible and I love that love the weird evil friend group. perfect parody thing of those kinds of friend groups. Snorkeling episode was my favorite I just love how they made fridas art more obscure!!!! I love that! Was worried with this episode
I love jackée holy shit more of her!! And lizzie!!and ivan! That one scene where they're so stupid is fun to me silly. And later topher wasn't even worried he was going to die he just looked happy looking at his friends after they wrre waiting to get on the submarine what the fuckkkk.
I think he likes being the leader the voting thing was probably fun for him. He's into that sort of stuff I suppose.
Okay enough about them I really enjoyed that this season was more fun than the last. At least for the most part? I enjoyed it when it let itself be wacky and I found it enjoyable. Still not the original but it's not going to be clone high reboot is its own show with lets face it completely different characters.
The only ones I didn't enjoy was 8-10 I guess didn't have too much time to watch it ill habe to rewatch again they weren't bad though.
Joan confucius Harriet should polycule sick of this shit. Its funny in a parody aspect their drama and Harriet sent her hearts! Hearts!
Joan and Confucius are cute. I hate to say I hate joanabe this season its fine if you like them I suppose I've never really liked them that much cause its a parody and abe literally thought of her like a sister before? Its a parody so I don't really care what anyone ships (edit: I realize I gotta clarify for this, not proshipping obviously I hate that shit)
Speaking of which jfk and abe qpr literally canon
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callmemrskenway · 2 years
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To that one anon , I love you to (platonically) 😘 sending love your way , as for you Dolly sweetie ,How do you think demon slayer cast react and handle the reader with Shane Madej personality, Who shows no fear what’s so ever , who will dance on Muzan Bridge much to demon horror who would marry one of their best friend while the pair being drunk who happily watch Inosuke try and kill Zenitsu cause let’s be honest friends try and kill each other all the time who would try and connect the dote
Y E S THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST, IT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. Reader is also gonna be a Hashira too ngl. But I also LOVE THE QUOTES AT THE END OF THIS TOO.
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- You're not really scared of demons, you're just..tired at this point. You have zero fear of them too and stuff because, hey, everyone dies. Sometimes death is a bit painful than most. Do you want to die via demon attack? No. Can you really control it? Also no.
- So you become a Hashira, a bit weird but with your mindset you're really good at your job. Maybe you do want to save people or maybe you're annoyed that you and your homie can't go into the woods to investigate creepy "ghost" filled forests and make fun of them for believing in ghosts.
- OKAY BUT LITERALLY, WHAT IF YOU TRAIN ZENITSU AFTER HE DECIDES HE WANTS TO BECOME STRONG LIKE TANJIRO AND HE BECOMES YOUR RYAN BERGARA.
- Like your mentor and protégé relationship is just you being oddly calm and content and Zenitsu is just scared 24/7 and you kinda just scare him sometimes.
- You: "His mind is his greatest enemy...and it is my greatest ally."
- Giyuu: *staring at you in silent judgement*
- You and Shinobu get along really well, honestly. She likes your scientific mind and she enjoys your dry and sarcastic comments. You also like being around her because she's like pretty sensible and chill compared to the other Hashira honestly.
- NO BUT TANJIRO LIKES THAT YOU ACTUALLY STOOD UP FOR NEZUKO AND HIM WHEN THE OTHER HASHIRA ROCKED HIS SHIT TOO NOT GONNA LIE. Like you were all: "You guys...you can't be doing that. You can't be hitting children."
- "(Y/n), it's a demon!"
- "THEY'RE CHILDREN!"
- You don't get along with Tengen, Sanemi, and Obanai. You're at least more polite to Tengen but if Sanemi and Obanai wants to talk shit, well, you can talk back. Like, someone asks what its like working with them and you're all: "Well, let's put it this way...I've met a lot of insufferable people in my life, but they've also met me."
- You're just so unfazed by things that it worries demons, even Muzan himself is unnerved because he can't tell if you're really brave or you're really stupid when really, what he should be wondering is: "Do you even care?" and the answer is no. No you don't.
- NO BUT EVERYONE JUST STARING AT YOU WHEN YOU'RE FACING A DEMON AND YOU'RE ALL: "Rip my heart out. Tear my head off...give me a wedgie. Hell, give both me and Zenitsu a wedgie!"/ "DON'T LOOP ME INTO THIS!"
- You also don't even really have to slay demons, you just literally destroy them by talking. Like, you can TRICK them into saying Muzan's name because you annoy them THAT much. Like you're all: "I'm dancing on your bridge, Muzan, look at how I disrespect your bridge. Its my bridge now."/ "HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT LORD KIBUTSUJI!?"/ "You just said his name."/ "Oh...Oh, I see what you've done."
- Okay but you know how people theory Shane is a demon or that he scares off demons? Literally you. Like Muzan is either very scared of you or wants you to become an Uppermoon or maybe it's both. Like, you terrify him but he finds you interesting.
- You and Muichiro absolutely roasting the shit out of demons too honestly. Like, damn, not only are they dying but they're gonna die feeling like they're not shit, my dude.
- Also, yes, much like the ask says, you're not even phased when Inosuke is beating up Zenitsu or chasing him around. Like, you just shrug it off and are all: "C'mon, friends kill each other all the time!"/ Shinobu: "Haha, I can think of a few of your friends who'd like to kill you!"
- Rengoku thinks that you're an absolute riot and you also feel the same way honestly. He does want you to dial it back when you're daring the demons to kill you because he gets worried one of them will get you. But yes, he's all: "YOUR BEHAVIOR AND PERSONALITY ARE TRULY A SHINING EXAMPLE OF A FEARLESS HASHIRA."/ Obanai: "I don't think they're fearless, I think they're just stupid."
- Inosuke tries to piss you off but you're really good at redirecting his attention somewhere else. Then Tanjiro is absolutely impressed with you and considers you one of his heroes and you're just there like: "Why?" but maybe you can be a better role model around him too.
- You also are writing your own story called the "Hot Daga" which started out as you kinda telling random stories to Nezuko because she was bored but she ends up loving them a lot and now it's a series that you may publish into a story later.
- HE MIGHT NOT BE ANIMATED YET BUT IMAGINE YOU'RE TRYING TO INFILTRAITE DOUMA'S CULT AND YOU'RE JUST THERE LIKE: "um, I'm here for the cult stuff? I saw the ad."
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Out of curiousity, what was it about genshin that you hated? I'm not very far through it and now I'm curious what to expect from the story and you have good takes usually (Like aside from the gatcha system, which I stay safe from the clutches of by only engaging with genshin through my friend streaming it sometimes)
Sorry if this is kicking a hornet's nest, in which case no pressure to answer, but I would genuinely like to hear your thoughts on it
Thanks! That's ok, I am always up for some hornet's nest kicking :3 (note: this user never posts any of her opinions in main tags because she wants to avoid kicking hornet's nests as much as possible)
OK I will be a bit short and vague on it bc there's a Lot to cover and idk which parts exactly interest you. In any case it needs a keep reading
Yeah, I never paid a single coin for Genshin, all of my investment was done through time and braincells. The story is the same in every region you go to. You arrive, you wanna talk to the Archon, there is a problem caused by the baddies, you solve the problem, you talk to the Archon, the baddies take the Archon's thingie, you meet your sibling, the sibling goes away. This wouldn't be a bad formula, there's lots of wiggle room for fun yearly adventures, but the dialogue and the characters make it unbearably boring. The dialogue is just everyone talking in circles, repeating the same thing over and over again, broken up by meaningless conversation choices. You can't skip it, which is stupid because the MOMENT the conversation ends PAIMON JUST SUMMARIZES WHAT WAS SAID AND HOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO FEEL ABOUT IT. After a while your sanity starts slipping. You can't even hang onto interesting personalities, because everyone in that game is an anime stereotype meant for fanservice depending on your type. My fav is the magical pirate woman with a big sword who has a lawful ruler gf!!! OF COURSE my fav is THE MAGICAL PIRATE WOMAN WITH A BIG SWORD WHO HAS A LAWFUL RULER GF because that's the type of shit I enjoy in better media so I am automatically more willing to like these cardboard cutouts. It's like the game is allergic to stopping and digging deeper into its themes or messages, everything is to be taken at face value, it honestly feels like a preschool TV show with jiggle physics. I know a lot of people say the game lore is super cool, but honestly it just reads like typical anime fantasy without any rhyme or reason behind it to me. What I DO like about the lore is the certain ideas behind the regions and the way nature (and the elements) are interwoven through the map. Exploration is 1000000% the best part of the game, the music accompanying the areas is beautiful and the views are very pretty. Honestly, the best time I've had with the game is when my friends and I would run around the map, talking aimlessly about whatever was happening in our lives, the one veteran showing us newbies cool spots or farming grounds.
All in all, hope you do have fun with it, but I honestly can't say it is a good game.
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shurisbathwater · 1 year
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𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖭𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖸 .☆
𝖲𝖧𝖴𝖱𝖨 𝖷 𝖡𝖫𝖪 𝖥𝖤𝖬!𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱
: pls cut me some slack i am a wattpad writer ts is my first time writing on here😭😭
𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳 : ?
𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖉𝖊 𝖨
✧。❀
-YOU SIGHED as you looked through all of the missed calls you have left your girlfriend shuri, just for them to be declined or ignored. Maybe you were being to clingy? You put your phone down as you got comfortable on your couch and turned on something to watch on your projector , substituted for a TV. You turned ended up putting on pretty little liars, a classic.
You thought the show would distract you, but your were wrong. You ended up checking your phone almost every five minutes, hoping that atleast one message would come up. It didn't matter. You just wanted to hear from her after all of these weeks. She's been buried in her work so you just left her alone. After all, everyone needs their space.
You suddenly heard a ping come through your phone and you grab it the minute you heard it, hoping itd be shuri apologising for leaving you hanging.
Riri !!
Girl let's go out tn
You
Girl idk I haven't been feeling myself lately
Riri!!
Aww aight, you want me to come over?
You
Its all good
You suck in a breath shakily as you turn your phone off for the millionth time. "Just a text." you thought as you slightly nibbled your lip.
You
What's happening?
Shuri 💕
At the lab
You
Well you could've taken time out of your day to atleast call me back lmao. I'm lowkey pissed
Shuri 💕
I'm working on something really important rn I can't be distracted
You
...thats what you said last week
Shuri 💕
What?
You
I haven't heard from you for almost three weeks. THREE. And you expect me to be calm?? Everytime I try to talk to u u shut me out
Shuri💕
Honestly not doing this rn
Talk later ??
You
Are you serious??
seen
You kissed your teeth and switched it off, why would she do you like this? Of course you didnt want to come off as desperate or needy, especially needy, to infiltrate her huge ego, but you wondered why?
You threw your phone on the other side of the couch, but before that you put on dnd so if anyone - specifically shuri texted you it wouldn't go off.
You got up from the couch to stop yourself from sulking there all day and got up to do something productive. You decided to do something you enjoyed, that you haven't done in a while.
Baking.
You smiled to yourself as you walked over to your kitchen which was connected to your living room and got all of your ingredients out to make cookies, specifically sugar cookies.
You put on some soothing music on the TV , which made you feel at ease as you hummed to the tune. You slowly swayed your hips to the song and thought about how shuri would come up behind you and wrap her hands around your waist and kiss your small tattoo which is on your collarbone.
Yall could have been making those cookies together if she wasn't being so distant.
Started mixing the batter up harder and harder the more you thought about it - which caused you to hurt your finger. "SHIT!" You cursed as you tried to soothe your finger of its pain. You rubbed it with your other hand as you nibbled your lip. You sighed and decided to continue to take your mind off things.
Once you finished mixing, you got all of your materials and the rest of the ingredients ready and thought about Riri's request..maybe it was a good idea to go out instead of baking stupid sugar cookies that reminded you of your girlfriend anyway. Screw around for a bit, enjoy yourself and stop being uptight all of the time.
You continued to ignore your thoughts and bake the cookies..
But at the same time,
Itd be fun to see shuri's reaction.
You giggled lightly as you continued to do all of the steps of the recipe.
ᘛ ᘚ
YOU TOOK two cookies from the cookies you had made earlier and made your way over to the couch. You grabbed your phone to look through Instagram for a bit, just to see what's going on.
You tapped through the stories and stopped at Shuris. You could see that one of her workers were eyeing her as she showed her newest experiment to the screen. They both had drinks from the same place , which could mean they probably went to lunch together - or maybe just for a drink.
You sighed out of frustration and jealousy, how could she air you like this. Whatever, she's just helping..her?? You tried to calm yourself down. You blindlessy go into your contacts and hit riri up again.
Riri
I've rethought your offer
I'm coming out
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annieofhearts · 3 months
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IMO this is partially bc they insist on a bloated cast (I love Max and Robin ofc but like. There were already so many main characters and they've just added more and more each season) and not letting characters like Murray be one-offs and insisting on having a bajillion story lines like. Why do we need Karen Wheeler to have any more importance than being the mom. Why does Hopper have so much screentime when his arc (dead kid who he couldn't save, managed to save El and Will and forgive himself) was resolved in season 1? I adore Chrissy and Eddie but why did we need either of them? The show's never been as tight as it was in season 1, and that combined w covert racism means that characters of color always get shunted the worst. Argyle could have mattered more to the plot in s4 if the unnecessary and uninteresting Russia arc had been cut!
Idk these are messy thoughts but like. The writing isn't tight and there are too many characters! And if after the success of season 1 they been like "oh shit our show is very white" and then approached it thoughtfully they could have actually done something? But instead they keep just throwing spaghetti at the wall w new characters, keeping some for an ever-more- bloated cast, and getting rid of most (including basically any new character of color ever introduced).
A large cast handled in messy ways has great fanfiction potential obviously, but it's very unsatisfying onscreen. Every episode in season 4 felt stupid long and very... Noodly is the term I'd use, just like loose and hard to follow
*standing ovation* 👏🏽 👏🏽 👏🏽 👏🏽 👏🏽 👏🏽 👏🏽 👏🏽
Honestly I don't even know what to add to this, 'cause you've said it perfectly! When the writing is good (or at least 'good enough') a big cast like this is already a challenge (OITNB anyone?) but ST already had its problems even when the writing was way better than what it currently is so... Yep, recipe for disaster, let's be honest!
It's just so frustrating because they keep repeating this mistake and like, if you're going to keep doing it then at the very least commit to it??? You know?
"A large cast handled in messy ways has great fanfiction potential obviously, but it's very unsatisfying onscreen." THIS! And yes, most of these characters didn't have to exist, their actions/arcs could've been given to other people and things would've stayed basically the same. (I remember reading somewhere a while ago that Eddie's arc is basically Steve's in S1: he's scared and runs, but then comes back and helps save his friends/save the day. The difference is that Steve didn't have to actually say out loud what his character's arc was lmfaooo I still get pissed whenever I remember this. Like Duffers, how dumb do you think your audience is?? Be for fucking real. Also the fact that Eddie's death had ZERO impact on the characters that were closest to him throughout the season and legit invested on helping/saving his ass?? That "two days later" thing, is such an atmospheric whiplash imo. Look how fresh and clean and well put together and low key happy Nancy, Robin and Steve look!!! WTF??? What was the fucking point of adding this character and killing him if no one is going to be impacted by his death??? Except for Dustin in those like 2 seconds when he got teary-eyed while talking to Wayne. URGHHHH. I hate it here!! /rant)
The Russia storyline in S4 only became ~remotely~ interesting to me when Nancy, Robin and Steve's lives suddenly depended on it, I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING RN lol Every time they cut to the rescue-Hopper mission I legit sighed. But then, it somehow became important that Hopper beat that demogorgon and I was like 'yes, Hopper! slay.' lmaoooo And I feel like that is what most of the audience feels as well? Like sure, some people really enjoyed it, but from the stuff I've seen online (including polls etc), most people prefer the Hawkins gang/storyline, and there is a reason for that (*whispering* it's because it was the most interesting story being told).
Anyways! I could go on and on and on. But I'll stop now lol Thank you for putting into words our frustration, you said it much better than I ever could, bud <3
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angel-bubbles · 1 year
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a (best) friend
this has been in the works for well over a month now but here we have the longest fic i've ever written (its only 3.7k but that's A Lot for me) >:3 it's angel and darlin being besties bc it's what they deserve. enjoy the Vibes >:3
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Angel stared at their wheel in disbelief as they heard their engine putter, failing to actually turn over and start.
They tried again, desperately turning their key in the ignition, but this time they were met by a doomed clicking sound, the lights not even blinking on their dashboard. 
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” They said to themselves, laughing a dry humorless laugh before scanning the empty parking lot around them.
The sun had almost disappeared past the horizon, the sliver of sunlight illuminating the fact that they were the only ones left in the parking lot, everyone else long gone.
They begrudgingly pulled their phone out of their back pocket and slid over to David’s contact only to stop short, their heart seizing with their fingers.
David and Asher were up north meeting with Gregory and his pack. The whole reason Angel had stayed so late was because there was no reason to hurry home just to be met with an empty house. They slid over to Tank’s contact thumb hovering over it.
They were good with cars right?
Angel thought hard about their other options, not wanting to bother them but honestly having no choice before groaning loudly and calling them. They put their phone on speaker, allowing their forehead to meet with their wheel as they listened to the monotone ringing. 
“Hello?” Darlin’s voice filled the car suddenly causing Angel to jump a little. They were spacing off thinking about how the hell they were gonna get home, forgetting that they were currently calling the solution. 
“Oh shit! Hi,” Angel said, scrambling to pick their phone up off where it was gently balanced on their leg, “How are you?”
The huff of air and distant shuffling could be heard from Darlin’s side of the line before they replied.
“I’m fine? What do you need?” It wasn’t that Darlin’s words were any more harsh than usual but Angel couldn’t help from cringing a little. 
“I can’t call my best friend?” Angel laughed lightly, causing Darlin’ to scoff at the declaration.
“I doubt I’m your best friend. Besides you wouldn’t be calling if you didn’t need something Shortstack. I’m not stupid.”
“I’m not that short, ya know. Calling me Shortstack doesn’t really make any sense.” 
“Mhm, you most definitely are that short, but that’s neither here nor there. What do you need?” Angel quietly let their forehead reconnect with the wheel in front of them.
“You busy right now?” Their tone light and calm, trying their best to keep their brain from taking off at a high speed sprint.
Darlin’ glanced over at Sam who was sitting next to them, watching some show that had been on when they arrived.
“No. What do you need.” 
“A mechanic is what I need,” They said, letting the displeasure of the situation seep into their words, “Or maybe a shifter who knows their way around a car. Honestly at this point I'll take anything.”
On the other side of the line Darlin’ scrunched their eyebrows together sitting up a little bit on their couch. Sam glanced over at them, raising a silent eyebrow to which Darlin mouthed Angel’s name toward him. He silently nodded, slyly listening into the conversation from there. 
“What do you mean by that?” Darlin’ wouldn’t ever tell them but they were already moving to grab their boots when they asked.
Knowing David was out of town, the sun was setting, and from the sounds of it Angel was stuck somewhere caused their muscles to tighten. The news about Quinn had them on the edge recently, and this sure as hell wasn’t helping.
“I just,” Angel’s groan echoed over the line before they continued, “I was leaving work and my stupid car won’t start. I think the battery is dead or something but I’m not gonna pretend that I know anything about cars.”
Their tone wasn’t as carefree anymore, the tightness of it causing Darlin’ to furrow their eyebrows even more before mumbling an ‘I’ll be back’ to Sam and stepping out the door of his place. 
Angel could hear the sound of Darlin’s truck door swinging shut behind them and felt the anxiety that had been wrapped around their heart loosen a little. It’s not that they doubted Darlin’ would come but knowing that they were on their way put Angel at ease. 
“Wait,” Darlin’s voice rang out, as they saw the time displayed on their dashboard, “Why the hell were you still at work. It’s almost 8.”
Angel laughed at their words as they stared out their windshield watching the sunset paint the sky. 
“Careful, you’re starting to sound like David.” They said playfully only to elicit a scoff from the other end of the line. 
“That doesn’t answer my question Shortstack.” 
“I was behind on stuff, it’s not a big deal.”
“Mhm.” Darlin’ let their memory lead them to Angel’s office building. They had to pass it on their way to the den and had made a mental note of it for times like this.
They didn’t really think they would have to actually use that information, but they were glad now that they had. They carefully considered Angel’s words, shaking their head a little. “Now what’s the real reason?” 
The line was quiet for a bit, if it weren’t for the faint sound of Angel’s breathing Darlin’ would have thought they hung up. 
“It’s stupid.” Their tone was even more defeated than it had already been and Darlin’ groaned. 
“We’ll talk about it when I get there, I’m only a few minutes away.” Darlin’ said, causing Angel to sit up in their seat and smile a little at the words.
“Okay. Wait, do you even know where you’re going?” Darlin’s cheeks heated up as they sat at the final light before their destination trying to school their voice.
“It’s on my way to the den.”
“Awe.” Angel drew the word out and Darlin’s groan blended in with it creating a weird harmony. “That’s so cute! You noticed!” 
“Anyone would have noticed that. I pass it practically every day.” Angel had a wide, close mouthed smile sitting on their face as they hummed in amusement. 
“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” They said as they watched Darlin’s old truck rumble into the parking lot. Quickly ending the call they climbed out of their car and leaned against the door as the truck parked next to them. 
Darlin’ clambered out of the drivers side, calmly walking around front with their eyebrows pulled together. They got to the hood of Angel’s car and raised a single eyebrow at them. The unempowered human stared blankly back at them before Darlin’ rolled their eyes.
“If you want me to look you’re gonna have to pop the hood.” Darlin’ watched as their words sunk into Angel’s brain and a small ‘oh’ came from their mouth as they turned to climb in their car. The wolf couldn’t help but breathe a laugh at the slow reaction before hearing the small click of the hood unlatching.  
Once Darlin’ got the hood open they immediately started inspecting something. To be honest Angel had no clue what they were looking for, or if they were really looking for anything at all. The wolf could have lied in their face and Angel would have believed them completely. Not that they would, but they most certainly could.
Angel happily leaned against their car, watching Darlin’ tinker around with different things. The unempowered human let their mind eb and flow as it always does before they tilted their head to the side a little. 
“I wasn’t lying about you being my best friend ya know.” Angel said softly, still not taking their eyes away from Darlin’s hands as the wolf used their phone flashlight to illuminate the inner workings of their car.
Darlin’ glanced up at them though, studying their body language before turning back to the job at hand. The two sat in silence for a couple minutes, Darlin’ still processing those words. 
“Okay, try and start it.” They said, throwing a glance at the human in front of them. Angel nodded, sliding back into the drivers side and turning their key in the ignition. Darlin’ was met with the doomed clanking sound they were afraid of and pushed themself upright signaling for them to stop. “Did the lights come on?”
Angel shook their head as they returned to their previous spot leaned against the front of their car while carefully crossing their arms across their chest. 
“No lights, just that god awful sound.” Angel grumbled. Darlin’ felt the corner of their lips twitch upwards at their choice of words, bracing their arms on the car in front of them. 
“I’m thinking you need a new battery. Well I’m not thinking that. You do. But I can try and jump it for now. Get you home at least.” Darlin’ watched as Angel deflated a bit, nodding their head and sliding their stare to their engine. 
“Was hoping you wouldn’t say that.” Angel grumbled quietly. Darlin’ laughed a bit at their words as they walked over to their truck, popping their own hood.
Angel, again, watched quietly as they set up all the connections. Darlin’ felt their own mind wandering too, remembering their conversation from earlier and glancing up at their alpha’s mate. 
“So why were you avoiding going home?” Their words were nonchalant but they saw the way Angel tensed at the phrase and felt their own muscles tense too. Seeing Angel, who’s usually so carefree and open with them, close up was off putting. When there wasn’t a response Darlin’ looked up from their engine and met their eyes wearily. “Did- Did something happen?”
They weren’t sure what would have happened but the thought of Angel avoiding the home they built with their mate put Darlin’ on edge. Angel’s eyes widened at the insinuation and quickly shook their head.
“No! No, nothing happened, it's just,” They dropped their gaze again and Darlin’ suddenly felt like they were crossing a line. Whatever it was, it was clearly affecting Angel enough for them to be this reserved about it. 
“Look, if you’d rather not talk-”
“I didn’t want to be home alone.” Angel said, effectively cutting Darlin’ off. Angel let out a dry laugh and slid their gaze back up to meet Darlin’s eyes, seeing the understanding wash over them. “See. Told you it was dumb.”
Darlin’ shook their head before turning towards their truck, starting it and letting it run, hopefully charging Angel’s own battery. Once the smooth grumble of their engine filled the air Darlin’ came and stood across from them and leaned on their own car door. 
“It’s not.” Darlin’ watched as Angel shook their head a little, running a hand through their already frazzled hair, no doubt they had been doing that all day. Up close Darlin’ could see the bags under their eyes and the slouch to their shoulders that they don’t think they had ever seen on them before. 
“It is though. But stupid or not, I’ve been avoiding being at home as much as possible all week. It’s such a big house even when David is home, without him it’s-” Their sentence trailed off and they dramatically waved their arms around. Darlin’ nodded in understanding, though they weren’t sure they really understood what they were feeling.
They knew what the absence of Sam felt like, it was lonely and empty and they hated that they let themself become so dependent on someone like that, but it was their reality now. They didn’t need him to survive, they were completely content surviving on their own, but Sam made living easier. 
They had also been in David’s house more times than they could count and they couldn’t imagine being in it alone. There was something about the space that begged to be filled. With pack, with music, with love.
They couldn’t imagine Angel going home and seeing them sitting alone on the couch in this big empty house. 
“I’m serious Shortstack. I couldn’t be in that house alone.” They said and Angel gave them a  small smile, one that didn’t quite meet their eyes. The exhaustion written on their face was deeply unsettling to Darlin’, something in their core yelling at them protect the pack. Swallowing down their thoughts Darlin’ nodded their head in the direction of Angel’s car. “Try and start it.” 
The sound of the clanking engine echoed around them again and Darlin’ saw the way that Angel’s shoulders sagged, turning their head towards Darlin’ and looking at them with glassy eyes. 
“This sucks.” Angel says as they climb out of their car. Their voice wavers a little and the internal panic in Darlin’s heart heightens for a second. They were never good at comforting people, much less Angel.
It wasn’t that comforting them was any different from anyone else, Darlin’ just cared a lot more about the quality of the comfort they gave them. They never wanted to mess anything up especially when they needed the comfort the most. 
Darlin’ reached over from the passenger seat and killed their own engine, quickly running to the front of their cars and carefully removing the jumper cables. 
“I’ll give you a ride home now, then I’ll call the towing company in the morning alright?” Angel silently crossed their arms tighter across their chest. “Do you work tomorrow?” Darlin’ said trying to get them to stop looking so beaten down.
They wished more than anything the playful jabs Angel had thrown at them earlier would return. Quiet Angel was one they wanted no part in. It just felt wrong. 
“You don’t have to do all that, I have the day off tomorrow I can call the towing company.” Darlin’ quickly shook their head as they loudly slammed the hood of their truck. 
“Good. You need the rest. But I know a guy, well, Milo knows a guy and by proxy I know the guy and use him religiously. I’ll call him, he’s good at what he does and he won’t hike the prices.” Angel sighed a little before nodding and grabbing their things out of their passenger seat. 
The two quietly climbed into Tank's truck while Angel begrudgingly looked over at their own car, the weight of the day settling down onto their shoulders. The drive to Angel and David’s house was quiet as both the shifter and the unempowered human felt their brains running a mile a minute.
Darlin’ threw a few glances over at Angel, noticing the way they kept taking a breath like they were going to say something, but never speaking.  After a few more minutes of this Darlin’ finally broke the silence. 
“If you don’t ask you’ll never get the answer.” They said, their words coming out sharper than they had planned. Angel jumped a little, almost as if they had forgotten they weren’t alone in the car, and turned their head. 
“Huh?” Darlin’ threw a glance their way, meeting their eyes for a second before focusing back on the road.
“You have something to say. So say it.” They said matter-of-factly. Silence enveloped the car again while Angel mulled their thoughts over in their head. 
“Would you… um,” they cut themself off with a groan before straightening their posture in the seat. “Could you stay? At the house?” Angel’s knee was bouncing when they asked and Darlin’ furrowed their eyebrows at the clearly anxious action, not used to seeing their alpha’s mate so unsure of themself. 
“Just for a minute but you don’t have to! I’m sure you had plans tonight and I already took you away from that, which I’m really thankful for by the way. You really didn’t need to come all the way out here and I’m actually sorry that you had to go through all this trouble and I’m sure you want to get home to see Sam since the sun is setting. Oh god you were probably with Sam weren’t you? I’m sorry I really didn’t mean to take you away from-”
“Stop.” Darlin’s voice was stern and Angel found themself snapping their jaw shut looking down at their lap, causing Darlin’s stomach to flip. “No… sorry… I-” they cut their sentence off with a groan, running a rough hand through their hair.
“It’s okay Tank, I’m sure you’ve had a long day just forget I asked okay? Don’t even worry about it.” Angel’s words sounded genuine but their continuously bouncing leg gave them away. Darlin’ bit back a frustrated growl as they pulled into the driveway, trying desperately to find the right words to express what was going through their head. 
“No I… I said stop because I didn’t want you apologizing. It’s nothing to apologize for. Shit happens.” Angel silently nodded their head and watched as Darlin’ killed their engine. 
“I know but-” Darlin’ quickly cut them off with a little ‘Ah. No.’ and Angel laughed at the parental tone they took on.
“And yes. I can stay.” Their words were quiet and quickly followed by them jumping out of the truck walking up to the door. Angel scrambled to follow behind them, tripping over their own feet and barely catching themself along the way. They unlocked the door for the two of them, letting the shifter enter before them. 
“You don’t have to stay long, I just-” 
“It’s a big house. I get it. I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t want to and you know that.” Darlin’ said seriously, turning to look at the shorter human as they locked the door behind them. Angel’s shoulders loosened a little, seeming like some of their anxieties slipped off. 
“I’m gonna go change really quick, if you’re hungry or anything you know where everything is.” Darlin’ felt their own shoulders relax as the carefree tone seeped back into Angel’s voice, and this time it was genuine. As they watched the unempowered human walk down the hall they made their way to the living room, sitting on the couch and pulling out their phone.
From: Cowboy
Everything alright?
They cringed at how quickly their lips tipped upwards at the name on their screen, biting their bottom lip and typing out a quick response. 
To: Cowboy
All good, just car shit. Gonna hang here for a bit.
As they put their phone onto the coffee table in front of them Angel emerged from the hallway and Darlin’ immediately laughed despite themselves. They were absolutely swimming in the length of David’s hoodie.
“Fuck you don’t laugh at me.” Angel said with a smile spreading across their face. They plopped down right next to Darlin’ and promptly sat criss cross causing their knees to bump into each other. 
“I don’t know if you know this but I don’t think that fits you.” Darlin’s voice was light but Angel scoffed in response. 
“It fits just fine thank you very much." They said as they carefully pulled the remote from the table. Darlin' shook their head a smile still pulling at their lips.
"Alright tough stuff wanna watch a movie? I’ve been wanting to watch this new one that came out on netflix. I think you’ll like it.” Angel said, causing Darlin’ to raise a silent eyebrow, watching as Angel found what they were looking for. It was a Hallmark movie. 
“No way you’re gonna make me watch a Hallmark movie.” They deadpanned, turning their body to face Angel. The shit eating grin that their alpha’s mate wore was enough to pull a loud groan out of them.
“It’ll be good! Plus it’s only an hour so little to no commitment!” Darlin’ continued their silent glare as Angel’s laugh filled the room. “We can make fun of the acting!” Their argument was almost convincing and for that Darlin’ had to give them credit. 
“It’s a Christmas movie. It’s literally October.” 
“So!” Angel’s arms were thrown in front of them gesturing vaguely at the cliche trailer playing on the screen. “Aren’t all hallmark movies Christmas movies? That’s their thing.” 
Darlin’ sighed and leaned back into the couch a bit, crossing their arms across their chest. 
“Fine. But no one hears about this.” Angel’s cheers drowned out the rest of their sentence and they fought to keep the stupid smile off their face. As Angel got up to turn off the lights Darlin’ found their thoughts drifting towards their earlier conversation, considering how the night had even gotten to this point in the first place. 
When the human plopped back down next to them they carefully studied the way they were so calm around them. So many people in the pack still had issues with Darlin’, no matter how hard they tried to act like they didn’t. It wasn’t that Darlin’ didn’t understand. They understood just fine. But that doesn’t mean the distance didn’t sting.
With Angel though, there was no distance. They genuinely cared about the wolf and they didn’t care to hide that. Darlin’ stared down at the way their knees knocked into each other and carefully cleared their throat. The noise pulled Angel’s attention away from the movie and they looked at Darlin’ expectantly. 
“Um- Just…” They cleared their throat again, “thank you for being a friend.” Their voice was quiet but they knew Angel had heard from the way their eyes softened. Though the look quickly shifted to a mischievous one before they replied.
“Your best friend?” Angel’s eyebrows wiggled up and down quickly as they spoke and Darlin’ scoffed loudly, firmly pushing them away. 
“Yes, now get the hell away from me.” Darlin’ spoke through a laugh.
“Awe you don’t want to cuddle?” They joked as they took up residency on the opposite corner of the small couch and not so carefully letting their feet drop onto Darlin’s lap. 
“Fuck no. David isn’t kidding when he says you’re a walking furnace.” Darlin’ said, carefully adjusting Angel’s feet so that they could get more comfortable. Giggles could be heard from the other end of the couch as they shook their head silently. They quietly watched the movie for a few minutes before Angel lightly kicked their chest, causing the wolf to look over at them. 
“Thank you for today Tanker.” Angel said softly.
“The cars no big deal Shortstack.” Darlin’ said but Angel shook their head.
“No. Well, yes for the car too but for staying. And watching this shitty movie with me.” Their smile was small but bright and Darlin’ nodded their head.
“Anytime.”
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outivv · 2 years
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— Streamer au! —
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Synopsis: characters as streamers!
Warnings: cursing, and not proofread
Game/ fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: kaeya, zhongli, and shenhe
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: hello! I really liked writing the first part of this, so I thought… why not do a part two! I hope you enjoy, and have a lovely rest of your day/ evening!
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— kaeya —
Kaeyas streams are all over the place. You have the chat going fucking wild, kaeya’s losing his shit as he’s most likely playing a horror game (and losing) and then you have his roommate in the room next to him losing their shit because kaeya keeps screaming
His chat is all over the place by the way. It’s full of people simping over him, and also people who are just there to chill… in a chaotic way.
Definitely plays a wide variety of games, but I wouldn’t put it against him to play first person shooter games.
Mostly has just chatting streams, or streams that are meant to be a video on YouTube (he definitely posts his stream highlights, and sometimes vods on his YouTube channel). Like a try to not laugh challenge, or something like that.
His name is either Pavo Ocellus or just ocellus. (Based off his constellation :D)
His setup is very blue and purple based. He definitely has led lights too, and probably a nice ass computer (the guy spared no expense.) also has a ton of… stuff in his room. Like just a ton of merch from his favorite games, and shows, as well. (Also probably has those vines that people put on their wall. Ngl he’d do that)
I think if he had a partner they would be a regular part of the stream JEVSJS. Like the chat would see them every stream and go nuts, Luke “OMG [NAME]” and just spamming emotes
Definitely has drunk streams. Like all the time.
Has a higher average viewer count, but it honestly probably shifts a lot.
— zhongli —
Absolutely… <3
His streams are the best, like absolutely just… so sweet. He’s so sweet to his chat, even the people who go overboard with the things they say (unless it’s discriminatory because zhongli would not tolerate that. Throw a rock at his camera.) like he’s just so kind <3
His chat is pretty cool, but the moment zhongli leans towards his mic to say thank you to a dono (as a joke you know like “pscabhahs thank you dono I appreciate it oHMYGOD”) they just go wild
Probably has sub goals, and they’re mostly decided by chat. For example, zhongli hastes horror games, specifically five nights at Freddy’s (“I hate that stupid bear.” - zhongli probably) and so a sub goal that chat decided was that he’d play security breach. He actually enjoyed it but the moment Monty showed up he was panicking. “WHYS THE GATOR CHASING ME??”
I pray gor whoever his partner is cause he will not shut up about them during his streams. Like the chat may not have been introduced to you exactly, but they know you, just from how much zhongli talks about you.
His setup is so bland. Like he has a nice pc, and spent a fair amount of money on it, as well as a mic, and camera… but his room is literally, a window, bed, and a bookcase full of books, and his chat makes fun of him sometimes. “Ok fine chat I’ll get like a poster or something.”
His username is morax,
— shenhe —
Either streams calming games with heavy metal playing, or intense games with the sound low and with lofi playing. No in between
Her chat is so interesting, cause it’s mostly full of like chill people, but they can get really toxic if someone insults shenhe.
She’s fairly quiet with her streams, like she talks but in a quieter tone. Definitely nice to fall asleep to, if it wasn’t for the heavy metal playing as she’s just chilling im stardew valley.
Stream setup is probably very minimalist, very clean too. Its actually pretty peaceful, she doesn’t have much im the background, so the focus is only on her and the game.
If she had a partner she wouldn’t necessarily introduce them to the chat, they’d just show up in her room one stream to bring her maybe a snack, or tell shenhe something, and the chat would be like “WHO IS THAT??” “IS THAT YOUR PARTNER???”
Probably called something very simple, like four letters kinda simple, but hard to pronounce. I GENUINELY DONT KNOW WHAT THOUGH SHES KINDA TRICKY :’)
only streams at the crack of dawn. Good lord, she streams at like 5 am her time its like… damn. GIRL SLEEP IN ONCE AND A WHILE?!
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Honestly, I think the best thing the Riku-Data combo has ever said is that "This is probably going to be one of the hardest periods in our life save for any unexpected disaster, death, or massive illness" cause like, yeah damn right it is and we are more than ready for shit shit cause literally it's the silver lining to our trauma and abuse actually put into play. Like our trauma didn't "benefit us more than harm us" and I'm not gonna be like "This is what our trauma trained us for uwu" cause fuck that shit
But quite frankly since we survived the brunt of the trauma and the first 5-7 years of healing enough to restitch ourselves together pretty strongly, the side effect of having this adulthood shit pushed on us and having a (unhealthy but moderated) sense of extreme adulthood and budgetting skills and sense of having no support paired with the fact we kept a highly strict and minimalist life to set ourselves up with a good foundation of money and in a good place like...
We're good honestly. Like we're 22 and honestly having divorced the fucking stupidity that is Capitalism (not @ people still in it, its brain washing, Capitalism is stupid not victims in it) and it's fucking bait of chronic self torture, having a fucking amazing fiance, making great progress in whatever our transitioning goal is, having a number of hobbies and joys in life, having a decently set career and stable income with no plans for children because this world sucks, too queer for kids, and having kids in this economy is impossible - so as long as we know how to care for ourselves, manage money, and slowly upgrade shit towards the number of plans between Riku and I until we can have a mostly self sustaining life style save for a few things that aren't worth it - save any unexpected disaster we honestly have shit in the bag.
The thing that is a far out ideal if we play this "end game content" well enough would be to literally just buy a plot of land and transfer whatever we do for our personal life on there and either move friends and shit onto there to have a cheap sustainable life and/or leave it an open resource wherever we live for homeless and people in need to get shit like for real.
I really don't fucking get this need and desire people have to like idk take a vacation to Baja to sunbathe and buy some arbitrary keep sake that just shows off your wealth when you could just invest into having a fucking nice and peaceful life you can vibe in.
Like yeah I want some nice guitars and some nice clothes and shit but like I really don't get these stupid vices of wanting to live in a Mansion *sparkle* and have Gucchi *sparkle* like cool live in an empty mansion where you have to call your family on a phone to talk to cause thats fun and not isolating at all.
Fuck Capitalistic Materialistic "I'm Rich Look at Me" goals like literally they're stupid and just empty beyond the immediate joy of it. The real deal is just getting shit you can have to enjoy the world better and improving crap like.... for real I'm a self centered person but its really not about being "uwu selfless think about others" just like why
I still really don't fucking get why people don't just make shit better. Its not a moralistic thing is just you could buy a yacht youll use like once a month tops or you can actually just work to solve a problem that will have a longer pay out of both entertainment and enrichment while also building good terms with others
Like why
Why buy such stupid lavish things you probably will never use
It's really not a moralistic thing here for me. It really isn't. It's just so much more fucking entertaining, sensical and overall a fucking better decision to try to build a more sustainable way of living that is cheaper for people and thus help address some of the largest issues and problems plaguing society than idk, buying a yacht or a mansion that I'd only use like 3 rooms of regularly.
Like yeah I'd buy a stupid expensive guitar and leather and good clothes because you cant expect anyone to just sit here and be 100% giving 100% of the time and never treat themselves without burning out + this ISN'T A MORALISTIC THING AND JUST A HOBBY / PROJECT but that shit is all shit I *would regularly use*
Just like... why.
WHY.
WHY BUY SHIT YOU ONLY WILL GET JOY FROM WHEN YOU BUY IT AND USE IT ONCE A MILLENIA WHEN YOU COULD INVEST IT INTO A PRODUCTIVE PROJECT
Like isn't the WHOLE thing about Capitalism is investing into Capital??? Then why do all the Rich People Buy Stupid Shit. Like JESUS christ it pisses me off how fucking stupid and brain dead American Capitalism is and how they fucking trap people in this fucking STUPID circle of suffering. Like in it's own fucking fundamentals it doesn't FUCKING make sense
Like fuck man as a part I was grilled to be a capitalistic war machine before I looked at that and said FUCK that so I GET how capitalism works which makes me look at this crap and Im like YOU GUYS AREN'T EVEN INVESTING INTO CAPITAL WHY WHAT DOES THIS SHIT SERVE YOU
Anyways fuck man, I was trying to reflect on how we are doing good and it just (de?)evolved into a capitalistic rant #SorryNotSorryMan
-XIV
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do you think Ghost has to deal with fans of The Guardian? like, not because they'd be annoyed or bothered but because every time he lets someone talk to them it either ends up with them killing a giant monster, delving into some ruin for a lost gun, or them giving away a billion-glimmer exotic sparrow that doesn't fit their Latest Aesthetic TM
I've honestly never thought of this before, mostly because there's no actual interactions with the Guardian and civilians of the Last City- which in turn makes it intruiguing to think about because yeah how WOULD the godslayer of the cosmos interact with ordinary human beings that are not undead corpses ressurected by a giant cosmic golf ball, but also goddamn it Bungie even if I enjoy the leeway you give for us to insert our own Guardians into situations, I really want to see the undead killing machine interacting with your genaric citydweller. Give us an idea of what the people think of the Guardian, how their culture inteacts with them, and what sort of social othering that Guardians might feel which keeps them locked to the tower and Guardian-Guardian interactions. Ik human mortals DO interact with them, but they're never your average joe, so that kind of makes gauging how that works to be impossible
My gut reaction would be that letting the Guardian meet civilians might not be a major issue, because the Young Wolf, as their name implies, is the loyal hound of the City and thus deals with its problems when called upon (or offered a shiny enough firearm), and so civilians just don't have anything that will actually make them do stupid shit, hence Ghost doesn't have to keep them on a kiddie collar to prevent them from running off and getting themselves into Situations. However, I CAN see some Guardians getting into trouble reguardless, so here's some things that my pack and their Ghosts have to deal with if they encounter civilians:
Marcelline (titan): Would want to show off her skills to impress the kiddos and/or is easily goaded into it if prompted, which causes obvious problems when you put your mind to it. Would also eagerly flirt with any girls fawning over her and would need her ghost to go get her half-brother Aeris to drag her away before she gets attatched. Marcie's outgoing and enthusiastic, but she also wears her heart on her sleeve and that can get her into trouble sometimes. The trouble almost always lands on her alone, but still. Getting attatched to someone who will grow old without you is never fun.
Aeris: The most stick-in-the-mud hunter to ever exist, except for one detail: he's always interested in testing his limits and does not give a shit what it'll do to him in the process. People might find him extremely intimidating and unapproachable at first, but the second someone asks if Guardians have a higher alcohol tolerance than normal humans, he's heading down to the pub with them to try to figure it out. Just because he looks like he's a cold motherfucker with excellent self-control doesn't necessarily mean that it's true.
Petrichor-12: Immidiatly goes into formal guard duty mode on instinct and makes everyone uncomfortable with how clipped and serious they are even though they're really just Extremely Aware of how fragile human beings are and want to make the tower look good. They also spend a lot of time in the Eliksni quarter, so the public opinion on them might be a little...split.
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