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lloydfrontera · 5 months

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i think my issues with the canon romance at the end can be summarized by that competition alicia holds to win lloyd's hand.

she's like 'oh your new body sucks you need to marry someone who can protect you 24/7' so she holds a tournament to find the strongest woman in the continent and marry him to her so he'll have built-in bodyguard. which is objectively the funniest thing she could've done i love her so much. but. like. it's so unnecessary, redundant and also just,,,, factually incorrect??? ajdhka god lemme explain

here's how alicia puts it

but,,,, lloyd already has a bodyguard who's at his side 24/7. like. that's very much a plot point of the entire novel. there's literally a character who's arc is about coming to care about lloyd above anything else and deciding to stay at his side for the rest of his life to protect him. like. that's very much a thing that happened. it literally takes us 320 chapters to get to that point why are you acting like you're doing something new here

a swordsmanship competition. to decide who gets to marry lloyd. remind me what character have we spent the entire novel being told and shown over and over and over again is the most powerful and strongest swordsman in literally the entire world???

right. but he can't participate. because he's not a woman. which i think it's the point to this rant.

i don't think i need to spell it out but i'm gonna anyway.

the only reason javier isn't the one to end up with lloyd is because he's a man. because even by the in-universe made up requirements he's the most qualified one to do so, except that he's not allowed to even participate because he's not a girl.

and y'know what's the extra thing that just. makes me go a little insane because it's the one detail that makes me doubt for one second that all of this wasn't just pure chance or coincidence and instead is bk moon taunting us. y'know what it is.

what character is the only one who canonically can and has passed for a woman with no issue whatsoever in a seemingly out of nowhere gag that never comes up again. do you remember.

right. yeah.

so we have,,, a character who is devoted to our main character and has sworn to protect him for the rest of his life with everything he has, who is the strongest swordsman in the entire world and who can easily pass for a woman.

and then the main character is supposed to marry whoever wins a competition to decide who gets to protect him for the rest of his life, who is the strongest swordsman in the country and where only women are allowed to participate.

and i'm not supposed to read anything into that.

okay. i feel like i'm going crazy this is me right now

but seriously. this little tidbit that was probably just meant to be a joke about how alicia came to marry lloyd just,,, really highlights how unnecessary and redundant their romance feels to me

like. why would lloyd need to marry alicia. when he already has javier.

do you get what i mean

#i talk a lot <3 #tged #the greatest estate developer #tged spoilers #lloyd frontera #alicia magentano #javier asrahan #llojavi #again this is nothing against alicia! she's amazing!#her doing this is some actual queen shit #genuinely funniest way she could've done it #alas. i think actualy emotional build up is better for a canon relationship that just. jokes. but like. that's very much my own issue lol #ch 402

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jensonsbuttons · 1 year

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danke seb x every teardrop is a waterfall

#this is my third attempt at this uploading PLEASE #anyway i know it could've been better but this is what y'all are getting #i wanted to do so much more with this video but alas i ran out of time and energy sooooo #i just love him a lot and its celebration of his f1 career time and yeah :)#yes i picked coldplay cause its one of his favorites. could've done a sadder song. you know i could've #danke seb #sebastian vettel #my video #my stuff

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leaflnthewind · 10 months

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Sometimes I see Supergirl gifs of Lena and Lex and I get kind of... disappointed that they made that relationship so horrible?

Sure, Lex and Lena's relationship in comics is not the best. Their currently story is that he left her to live with her aunt and never spoke to her again after not being able to help her when she got sick. Then when he did he tried to hide her from the world of fear of not being able to protect her. She grew resentful of him after that and tried to kill him (which was so valid of her actually).

But it sucks to see that Lena so alone because besides all that, Lex loves Lena, she was once referenced as the only person Lex was truly capable of loving, and it sucks that they didn't let her have that.

Like, sure, he deserved to get shot for crying his ableist tears everytime he said he couldn't stand to see her in a wheelchair because he failed or wtv. But at very least he does lover her in his Lex Luthor way.

(then there's also the fact she's not disabled in that series, and as far as i know she also doesn't have her telephatic powers either so i wonder who that Lena was ever supposed to be lmao)

#oh so your greatest shame is your failure to make your sister walk again??#have you tried throwing yourself off a cliff?#not opening your mouth ever again may also be helpful #i hate that it's actually in character for him to feel ashamed for not being able to cure her but really???#hiding her from the world bc you can't stand to see her in a wheelchair??#again #have you ever tried throwing yourself off a cliff #lex luthor #lena luthor #dc comics #im rating bc i love them actually #he loves her so fucking much i just wish this wasn't the storyline they decided to go with #she could've at least have some incurable comic illness or wtv #but alas #still better than him having that awful beard and being so fucking weird around her for no reason like that series seem to have done #again i have never touched it and i don't think i ever will but still

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artxmisery · 1 year

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who up choosing the wrong dialogue options

#autumn.txt #i don't usually say the Wrong thing #but the things i do say feel like the short less valuable dialogue chains #like if i could just figure out something else correct to say #my results would be better #but alas #also feel bad about not responding to things quickly because i can't come up with something good to say #blegh #girls when they have a positive interaction but it seems like they could've done more #tried and true after 9pm rule i guess #i should go to bed

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tawaifeddiediaz · 1 year

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how did u draw the line in your new set, and do u mind telling what font u used?

hey nonnie:

the line is just a brush, i drew it by hand and lined it up and all. (make sure to turn smoothening on to 100% or you're gonna have wonky lines like i do hehe)

and i don't keep the psds after i post them, so i think it was this font: dark signature (?)

#zee answers #zee's giffing process #i also have a trackpad and not a mouse/tablet so the line was difficult #in retrospect shayad i could've done it better but alas #a girl was eggshausted

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radiance1 · 3 months

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The Justice League have a problem, one that needs some level of knowledge and expertise of a being from the Infinite Realms to give them a better chance of actually solving this problem.

However.

Every ghost they have summoned, without fail, took one look at Constantine. Squinted (yes, squinted). Then decided to go back to where they came without a word.

This. Would have been useful, nice even. If it was a situation where they needed the summoned being of a cult to head back to where they came without a fight.

But alas, that is not what is happening.

The Justice League, obviously, ask him why the ghosts keep fleeing back to their Realm at the sight of him, but Constantine can't answer because he genuinely has no idea why they keep leaving when getting a proper look at him.

So they keep trying and they do find some success in it. They summoned a boy, most likely older than he physically looks yet it still puts some of them off because of, well.

You know.

A boy with white hair and toxic green eyes. The boy stops short, as if not expecting to be randomly transported to somewhere else, takes a look around the room, then the Justice League. His eyes settle on one person.

Constantine, in particular.

He squints (Why do all of them squint? Nobody knows) and then a sudden looking of realization passes on his face. Different from the looks of vague fear and genuinely want to not involve themselves any further, his face held slight disgust and a heavy amount of disappointment.

Thankfully, he didn't leave immediately after that.

Constantine asks what's with the look on the ghost boy's face, the ghost boy in question squints even further. Stares at Constantine for a moment or two, buries his face in his hands and brings his knees to his hand and groans out.

"He could've done so much better."

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Yes this is vaguely tied to that other post about Vlad turning good and taking Constantine as his crush and boyfriend while Danny is like:#“Dude you exchanged THAT for my MOTHER?”#And tells Vlad he could do so #So #Much better #But Vlad is smitten #Anyways #The ghosts just leave after seeing Constantine because of Vlad #Like he may or may not have threatened a high number of them at the same time to not lay a hand on him #The ghosts #For their part #Don't want to involve themselves with the reclusive one #The outgoing one (Danny) is cool but the reclusive one (Vlad) kinda scary #Has generally bad vibes #And is ruthless #So they'll avoid incurring his wrath for this random human who they most likely won't ever meet again thank you very much #Right I just thought of this but #His Vulture underlings are also like:#“Boss please you could do so much better.”#While Vlad is making cheese

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amaranthineghost · 2 months

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BUT I LOVE YOU SO (PLEASE LET ME GO) ( lando norris. )

he loved her, but knew he had to let her go even if it killed him inside. still he left a paper trail back to him.

warnings: heavy angst I suppose

authors note: wrote this with 2 am motivation. it was about time I finally gave you guys some writing after a couple of months of an absence (I sincerely apologize). I was thinking of making this one of the parts of the mini series because it sort of fits what I want to do with it, but i figured since i hadn't put anything out in a while, it'd be its own separate thing <3

part 2 found here

HE LOVED HER with every fiber of his being. every cell in his body lived for her, he told himself. the blood that ran through his veins underneath his tan skin, all the way to his heart that he had so carefully carved to be able to beat for her. she was the center of his life, he thought.

he really thought.

because now, as he sat and watched her through the fingers over his face to hide the incoming tears, he wished he knew what he should've done. because he only knew what to do.

to let her go.

surely, it wasn't easy, it was never going to be. but alas it was inevitable for the lovers to part though at the time, they wished for it to be only shortly. but they were never coming back. they didn't want to believe, but their hearts knew.

it was a long time coming, but nothing could've prepared them for the heartbreak they forced upon themselves. it was like running blindly into the brick wall they had built together.

they didn't ever fight though. that was the one thing they took pride for their relationship, but now they realize it would've been better for petty arguments. because now, they realize they just don't work.

he was social, she was a homebody. he loved the night life, jumping between different clubs across cities he'd drag her to. of course, at the time she didn't mind being pulled into a club every so often, but it wasn't her scene. the media never was.

he knew that. she knew that it was his.

her hands shook with every folded article of clothing, occasionally wiping her nose with the back of her hand as she tried to avoid his figure altogether.

it wasn't like she didn't want him, in fact she needed him. but the relationship was doomed from the start, she knew yet she didn't care because at the time, everything was tunnel-visioned and he was the light at it's end.

her best moments were the ones lived with him, yet also the worst ones too. but she didn't regret it, it shaped them for their future. one where they knew they couldn't be by each other's side.

they knew heartbreak was looming over them, though the possibility of severing their relationship at any given moment didn't dawn on them till blood was pouring out the wound and there was nothing they could do to stop the bleeding.

they wouldn't try to, they knew better than to patch a wound that would never heal. they let it bleed onto the cold floors of their apartment. the one she had to leave.

nothing had happened in the way they had wanted, but when would it ever if everything was always working against them? it was the world versus them and they lost.

they accepted that defeat.

she tried her best to keep her composure as she packed, for whatever thin thread they held onto would snap if she broke down. because they both knew he couldn't leave her if she did, wouldn't let her go.

because she knew he'd give up his career, his dream, in a heartbeat if it had meant he could still hold her at night. he said forever, and he would make it happen.

it sent her over the edge, reliving their relationship as her fingertips creased memories and packed them into a suitcase, each item of clothing holding significance from their relationship. all from the beginning, she'd kept everything, and that wouldn't change.

she broke. she recognized the textures beneath her fingertips before she could look, her favorite dress. her favorite dress that he bought for her for their anniversary. she knew it was over.

as soon as the choked sobs left her lips, the armchair he sat on creaked as he simply stood and walked to console her. his arms wrapped around her shoulders as the warmth of his chest spread across her back, which did nothing but break her heart more.

she pressed her lips against his skin, though not in an intimate manner, but to hide her struggled cries as the tears down her cheeks began to stain his skin with mascara. she gripped his forearm and bicep tightly, leaning her head further against him.

" 'm sorry," she mumbled against his skin, sniffling as she struggled to catch a breath between sobs. she clenched her eyes shut, seeing dizzying shapes underneath her eyelids. she hoped it would stop the tears.

"shh," he shushed as his lips kissed her hair, muffling his words, "i should be sorry."

still he spoke ever so softly to her as the day they'd met and she couldn't help but fold for his tone of voice every time. even when she knew she shouldn't.

" you have nothing to be sorry for, lan..."

"i should've know the media would be too much for you, love." he mumbled against her hair, "i have everything to be sorry for."

"but i handled it." she peeled his arm from her skin, the streaks of black mascara almost making her lips twitch into a smile as it brought back memories. memories of crying-laughing and smearing mascara onto his arms. still, she held his wrist as she turned to face him, yet she didn't step back.

it'd be the last time they would be this close.

but part of him didn't want her to turn around. he loved when her makeup ran down her face as she cried tears of joy, with the bright sun shining down on her, acting as her personal spotlight, because she was the center of attention, with the wind blowing her hair.

he wished he could see her like that one more time before they left for good. because now he stood, resisting the urge to wipe the tears off her face. because now it wasn't happy, it was sullen. he wanted everything to be able to take care of her, to not let her leave. not yet.

he sighed, he had to give in. he always would, he couldn't help himself when he smudged the running mascara off her face, "fuck, that never works, does it?" he muttered in a soft panic as he realized he just made more of a mess.

she chuckled. she loved whenever he lightened the mood, intentionally or not, it was something she could always count on him to do, "every time, lando, every time." she replied through soft chuckles, sighing as she calmed.

he became serious once again as the smile slowly fell from his face and he wiped the black from his fingers, "but really, did you handle it?" he asked lowly, looking down at her with the same, soft look on his face she could always count on, "i know the media really affected you."

she sighed. there was no denying the exhaustion the media and paparazzi caused. they thought they were fine in the bubble of their apartment, but that bubble had long popped.

"you were born to shine, lando." she simply responded to not give him the truth he was expecting to hear, "that's just not me, we both know it."

"i know." he whispered, biting his lip and looking at her with a gloomy expression. he felt regret and guilt, " 'm sorry."

she shook her head, raising her hand to his jaw to trace the bone under his skin, “i know, but we're both at fault here. we should've known it wouldn't've worked out."

it hurt for them to hear, but it needed to be said, and he would've never said it. it was the truth.

she sniffled, backing away with the realization of how close they had become as she wiped away stray tears and turned back to the half-packed suitcase on the bed they once shared.

he watched her face as her eyes scanned the still heaps of clothing left for her to take, and boxes needing to be filled, "do you want some help?" he offered, his hand grabbing the back of her arm, caressing the skin as she jumped slightly at the contact.

she sighed and said through an awkward chuckle, "please," she reached again for clothes to resume her packing, " 'm afraid i'll change my mind if i stay too much longer."

her words hurt, like daggers slicing through his skin. another wound they couldn't heal.

"would it be that bad?"

his response hurt more. she hadn't meant it like that, but words were subjective. it was like he had taken the knife from beneath his flesh and twisted back into hers.

"no, lan, i didn't mean it like that-" she dropped the shirt she held to place a hand on his bicep, which he shrugged off.

" 'ts fine," he spoke without a tone in his voice, which was odd for him. His focus was on her clothes in his hands and somewhat neatly packed away into one of her many suitcases.

"but i just meant-"

"listen, 'ts fine, we aren't together anymore so we don't have to fix things, or try to."

she squirmed under the dagger as it twisted deeper into her flesh. the air was tense, too silent for her liking and his new attitude threw her off.

it made her realize that maybe there was something more to them that didn't work. because surely any two people who loved each other would make it work out.

it didn't make sense though. maybe it never would.

after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence between them where the only sound was folding of cloth and zipping up certain spots in her suitcase, he turned his back and left the room.

she watched him leave from the corner of her eye, but she didn't stop him. she wanted to though. she wanted so desperately to grab him by the arm and force him to talk to her, but she wouldn't. he was right. they weren't dating.

besides they couldn't even fix what they had before.

minutes later he reemerged with a hand stuffed in his hoodie pocket and another behind his back with something he hid from her. she couldn't get a peak before he slipped it into one of the boxes. she shrugged it off as something she had forgotten.

he returned to helping her fold, but this time with his back towards her. it pained her, she didn't want him to turn his back on her, yet in a couple of hours, she would walk through their apartment door, her back turned to him. it was unfair, she knew.

the tears this time were silent as they streamed down her face, but she didn't make a sound. she watched his actions for a solid five minutes, seeing his best attempts folding her clothes, for her. he was never the best at it, as she had poked fun at him for it in the past. it hurt to think she would never see the difference of neatness in her closet anymore.

her attention was piqued when she saw his movement halt, quickly resuming with a messily put-together hoodie, one she didn't recognize to be hers.

she didn't get to look before he flipped back the top and zipped it up to go with the others.

she didn't have time to wipe the fresh tears from her face when he turned around after pulling the suitcase from the bed. he paused, dropping the handle.

in a swift motion, he pulled her into his chest. she couldn't stop herself from breaking down in his arms, his hand wrapped around her head, the other around her back. they stayed silent, apart from her sobs into his shirt. he didn't care if she ended up staining it.

they swayed for a while, longer than they should've, but at least now she had calmed down. though tears still streaming down her face and a headache forming in her head, they pulled apart slightly.

her hair was messy, her nose, cheeks, eyes and lips were red, her eyes were puffy and tears stained her face, but she was still prettier than ever.

he couldn't help but tuck the hair in front of her face behind her ear, his hand resting on her jaw.

for the last time, they kissed.

to him, it was like he was taking his last breath of air, or gulp of water for the rest of his life. he was taking what he could.

the taste of her salty tears, the wetness from her cheeks now on his, the hands in her messy hair pushing her desperately closer because he didn't want to let her go.

they sighed when they parted, his teeth grazing her bottom lip at a desperate attempt for more. more time.

they both stepped back, staying silent once again. they didn't have anything to say because their actions said it all. he stepped back to the suitcase he dropped and started moving them out to her car, which had considerably more trunk space than any of his.

it felt like when she was first moving out for college, with stacks of boxes and plenty of suitcases to make it seem like she was fleeing the country.

it all ended the second she walked out the door, but she didn't have to turn her back on him as he walked her to her car, opening the door.

one last hug between them. the last contact.

but they still followed each other's lives.

she would watch his races from the comfort of her new living room couch because she still worried about him the same amount from when they were dating. she noticed his suffering performance, though she sighed every time he crossed the finish line unscathed.

part of him knew she was watching for him.

he still followed her private accounts, liking the posts of the lifestyle that he could never live. it just wasn't his to experience, just like his was never hers to live either. most nights spent drunk in the dj booth, or out to dinner with other drivers, the social life had never been her scene.

he knew.

he knew all along that it was never going to end as they wished in the moment. they stared at their future without fully knowing what was waiting, yet they didn't step down.

months had passed. their lives were supposed to have gotten better, but they could both see they were both suffering.

boxes still unpacked from when she first left, she had never gotten around to fully moving in. still suitcases and cardboard boxes laid around the kitchen of her new apartment.

she felt like she should open them, like she needed to. if not now, would she ever?

boxes full of old memories from her childhood, or stuffed animals she had always convinced lando to buy for her. until there was one box left untouched. she hadn't remembered packing this one.

carefully, she sliced the tape and pulled back the cardboard. she was speechless.

his race helmet. his race helmet he dedicated to her.

dedicated for the anniversary of the day they met. for the race of the country where their eyes first found each other.

it had details about her. her favorite colors, places, things. it had her name, big enough to see from a while away.

he loved this helmet. and he gave it to her.

all she could do now was hug the last remainder of him and cry. she wasn't sure if letting him go was the right or wrong decision, but it felt wrong to question it now.

when she pulled away from the helmet and sniffling her nose, she noticed a piece of paper lodged into the visor. carefully, she pulled it out, unfolding it to see the familiar and horrible handwriting of lando norris.

she was lucky she learned to read it over the years or she would've been screwed.

blue suitcase. for when you're ready.

out of all of the suitcases she had taken, only one was blue. the one he had packed.

she hastily picked herself off the floor, carefully setting the helmet down on the kitchen counter before dropping back down on her knees and desperately unzipped it.

she tossed through every pocket and article of clothing packed into the suitcase, inspecting every single item. until she found it.

of course, he had given her one of his hoodies, but it was not just any of his hoodies. once again, a favorite of his he wore regularly. he gave it to her. it smelled like him still. curse him for spraying cologne on it.

she felt the fabric beneath her fingertips before slipping it on. a smile crept onto her lips as she went and sat back down on her couch, the TV had been playing FP3 in the background before quali in a couple hours time.

she pulled her blanket back over her, slipping her hands into the pockets. her brows furrowed when she felt yet another piece of paper, pulling it out to reveal even more horrendous handwriting from her beloved racer.

will let me know you're watching?

any day now love.

when the nights get lonely, i'll be waiting.

whenever you're ready.

i miss you, i'm sorry

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thisonehere · 6 months

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How'd they react to finding out you're in love with someone else

Liu Kang, Shang Tsung, Bi-Han, Tomas, Johnny Cage

C/w: Angst, unrequited love, unhealthy obsession

Liu Kang

When creating this new timeline, Liu Kang thought of many as he weaved a world. But it was you who swam through his mind most. He had hoped that you and him would be reunited in this world. Whenever he felt lonely he would often comfort himself with his thoughts of you and him together.

So imagine his pain when he realizes you love another. The pain is one of the greatest he has ever felt in centuries. He wants to do something, anything, to stop this. He doesn't want this to happen.

But he sees how happy this person makes you, so he stands back and watches as you continue this relationship with them.

It kills him inside to you two together, but he will always put your happiness before his.

Shang Tsung

Unfortunately, Stung is quite the opposite from Liu Kang.

In all his life, Shang Tsung has always been a selfish man. He never truly cared about another person...until you.

Finding out cut him deep, he never anticipated that someone, even you, could hurt him this badly. It burns him inside seeing you two together, jealousy consumes him, though this part of him hardly ever shows thanks to his cool and charismatic facade.

"That should be me," he thinks to himself. He'll do anything to get you for himself. He'll shower you with gifts, embarrass your love and make them look like fool, openly flirt with you in front of them, show off his power every chance he gets.

Alas, this does not work. But this won't deter him, he'll keep trying over and over again... He always gets what he wants.

Bi-Han

He has always thought very highly of himself. He even felt at one point entitled to you, to own you like you were but a slab of meat.

So when he finds out you prefer another, he is furious. "Who do they think they are" he thinks to himself, "To think that they are worthy of you?" He will belittle their every action, he wants to make them look pathetic compared to him and remind them of how much better he is compared to them.

And Elder Gods forbid that whoever you love is Lin Kuei. Because Bi-Han would make their life a living hell. Even trying to get them killed at some point.

Eventually, he'll see how much his actions are hurting you, so he gives up. He stands aside and watches as you two be together, he will feel his heart break as you do.

Tomas Vrbada

Tomas has always loved you, so when he finally worked up the courage to go to you and confess his true feelings, he is crushed to learn that you are in love with someone else.

He'll play it off and try to laugh it off. But inside he's hurting. He'll blame himself for waiting so long to finally confess, and he'll envy that person you chose.

But he won't try to fight like Bi-Han would, instead he would be your wingman. He'd do his best to help you with your relationship with them.

Seeing you together, you being happy with them, destroys him. On the surface he'll pretend like everything is okay, but inside he still blames himself. He can't help but wonder what life could've been like if he'd told you how he felt sooner.

Johnny Cage

Johnny has always been one cocky bastard, so he doesn't sweat this at first. "Nothing to worry about, just need to try harder," he thinks.

He'll try to buy your affections, bring gifts, take you on trips around the world, anything to impress you. But that's not how love works.

The pain that erupts in him when he realizes you don't love him in that way is terrible. He gets mad at himself, what was so wrong with him? First Cristina now you.

He smiles through the pain and congratulates you both. "Well done, you are lucky son of a bitch" he says through a forced smile.

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just-zy · 10 days

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Mi Pesadilla

pairing: Wednesday Addams! x Fem Reader!

summary: Wednesday's regretting pushing you away.

A/N: hello! Zy here, I have no idea why I'm entertaining this fascination of mine but alas, here I am. First actual post on my tumblr btw! This is a third pov, but the bold italics are wednesdays pov/thoughts! This is just a drabble! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this tho! (dunno if someone's done this already, this was just a thought of mine, also, I cannot believe I forgot a summary ab this..)

Warnings!: Angsty, implied suic*de/de*th, and my writing skills.

Wednesday felt as though she was in a nightmare. A bad nightmare, perhaps? She felt conflicted, confused and in denial. Where have you gone? She wasn't losing her mind, was she? Maybe because she felt numb. Maybe because of the suffocation she's embracing around her. Too isolated. Too misunderstood.

"Miss Addams. I'd advise you to head to your shared room, now please."

Why was Weems sending me away? Does she not trust I wouldn't faint? I live for the pain of others, she should know better than that already.

"Miss Y/L/N will be assisted to the infirmary. Don't worry further, she'll be alright, go on Miss Addams."

Or, she could feel how Wednesday would act when she had seen you on that death bed, that might be the case she's sending her away. Too vulnerable to even comprehend. She needed to talk to you, so badly. She needed to apologize, to talk it out with you, to tell you.. She had ached for you all these weeks. She didn't mean to push you away, no. She was a coward. A wimp, was what she was. Her never ending pride, her untouchable ego, led her to this.

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It's been four days, 14 hours and 16 seconds. She doesn't know why she counted, perhaps she had only ached for you more with every passing second. She'd lie through her teeth that she didn't, that she doesn't. But, every night she sprawled on her bed, thinking about you.

Possibly, it could've been your foolish smile keeping her up, keeping her on her toes to the very least. Your complete senseless brain, it could've been your playful banter together, it could've been anything. It just had to lead to you.

Why are you such a complete idiot.

Continuous beeps of the monitor go off. Every beat of those beeps sends a bolt of relief to Wednesday, at least she knows you're breathing. Even so, she'd keep track of how long the beeping goes off. She yearns for your touch, she yearns for you.

"Wake up, you baboon. I'll kill you a second time if you don't... I- ".

I miss you..

Hands well kept on top of her thighs, she made no move to have held your cold, wrinkling hands, what once looked so lively and warm. She needed you back into her life. Her exhales, her rigid breathing, she felt as if she was hyperventilating. Maybe she was meant to be here, with you. As long as it was with you, she made no complaints, no backhanded comments, nothing that would've hurt you. Not anymore. She'll make sure of it.

"W- ..Wednesday?"

She couldn't feel how her eyebrows knitted together, almost as if she couldn't believe you were.. Calling for her, with what seemed to be a cry for help, a cry for her attention, a cry for her touch. Oh, how she caved from the way you called her name like that. Every time you did, she'd curse upon such a feeling you had caused her. Gosh, she loathed loved you.

"I'll kill you if you decide to leave like that again."

...

"Never again, Mi Pesadilla."

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A/N: omgg this was pretty rushed. And again, my first ever post in this account. I apologise for the mistakes! 'Mi Pesadilla - My Nightmare'

#jenna ortega x you #wednesday addams x reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #principal weems #fem reader

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Shizuroth, part twenty-seven

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six

Sephiroth can't stand up. It's kind of embarrassing. Actually, forget that - it's really embarrassing! Even when sitting down he feels all wobbly and unsteady!

After the hyperfocus mode passed, it all just sorta crashed down on him.

He's barely managed to wrangle his fluctuating Qi back under control, but the wild surges, stops and starts and the awful flare-ups before have left him feeling like jello in human form. He's gone through what feels like an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, but from the inside - and then he strained to keep at all in! Twisted himself into a pretzel in order to teach, spraining his everything in the progress! Now his veins are freshly scorched, his flesh feels tenderised, and he can feel his bones. It is incredibly unsettling to be so aware of your bones!

For such a minor Qi-deviation it's really too much. Who told Sephiroth to have this much Qi - and also this many muscles! He's strained all of them!

And now he can't stand up. Well, not without swaying and stumbling and probably falling over himself like an idiot, anyway. Which makes it the same thing. His cute disciples - that is, the other SOLDIER members are still watching him. After what he put them through in his delirium, he can't show such an embarrassing face as to get up only to fall flat on his face!

He can hear them now, murmuring quietly amongst themselves in the hall outside.

"... Like, breathing, I think? And I think you're not supposed to think about anything…"

"How can you not think about anything?"

"... Been quiet for a while. No word from the director either…"

"... Think there's still chocolate bars left in the vending machine?"

Ooh, chocolate. Sephiroth could kill for a chocolate bar right now. He really should've thought about that before! Semi-modern world with inexplicably a lot of the same stuff as Earth has - he really should've realised that might include modern style sweets! And, damn, he's missed chocolate so much, back in PIDW. He should get chocolate, as a treat. He deserves it!

But he can't get up. Plus, he destroyed the place! How can he show his face outside after he destroyed the whole room? It's not like he can explain himself - this world doesn't even know what Qi-deviation is! On the outside it seemed just like he went crazy! Which might be in character for Sephiroth, but - still!

So here he is, a third hour in running, cultivating and meditating with no better way to solve this issue. Soon, something would happen to force his hand, or this would go on forever, and eventually he'd die. There's no other recourse.

At least he'd mostly managed to repair the damage done to his meridians. His poor dantians, flooded with chaotic Qi just when he got them to open up, took a hit - but hey, at least there's no golden core there to damage!

Yeah, that just… makes him sadder, really.

Sephiroth draws a slow breath and teases another snag in his system to loosen up - smoothing another scarred vein until it relaxes. He should go back to physical cultivation, it worked so beautifully for Sephiroth's system - but alas… he can't stand up.

Ah, he's really doomed.

"Heads up - elevator."

"Oh, shit, it's Hewley."

"Here we go…"

Sephiroth peeks one eye open, but the SOLDIERs by the door have gone quiet, and the ones further down the hall are too far away for him to hear - especially since it sounds like they're whispering out there. Probably explaining the situation to Angeal.

Ahhh! It's a pity he didn't bust a wall open in his deviated craze - he could've used it to escape! He might be about fifty floors above the ground level, but Sephiroth is supposed to know how to fly, right?! He could make it! He might even grow some wings along the way! It's been known to happen! Somewhere!

Angeal appears by the doorway, taking a moment to soak in all the destruction, and Sephiroth does his best not to look like he wants to curl up and die in shame. That resolution gets harder as Angeal walks over to crouch down in front of him.

Oh no, his face. I'm not angry, just disappointed much?!

"Sephiroth," Angeal says gently. "Are you alright?"

Oh, come on, Angeal-bro! The disciples other SOLDIERs are right there! What is he supposed to say, huh?

Sephiroth exhales slowly and tries to think what Sephiroth should say in this situation. He destroyed the training room, busted up all the cameras and everything. Destruction of company property! There's probably going to be consequences for that, huh?

"What's the…?" Sephiroth starts and then winces at his voice. His throat is so dry it stings. Ouch.

Angeal relaxes a little. "They want you outta here, asap. There's a transport waiting. I'm supposed to deliver you to it."

… huh? That's, um. He has no idea! Is he being kicked out? He's Sephiroth - isn't he, like, the poster boy for Shinra's military might and stuff?

Angeal, clearly seeing his confusion, elaborates. "You're reassigned to Wutai, effective immediately."

… Oh. Great. "And if I don't feel like going anywhere?"

Angeal sighs. "I don't know. Nothing good. It's not like I can really force you to do anything, Sephiroth, but I'd prefer it if you came willingly."

Hah, jokes on your, bro, Sephiroth can't actually do shit right now!

… But he can't really stay here. And hell, being sent to a war front at least saves him from having to face any of this just yet! Maybe never. It's a corporate dystopia, and he's the poster boy - maybe Shinra will do him a favour and sweep this all under the rug! They did with Nibelheim.

And Wutai is the closest thing to home…

"... Alright," Sephiroth says. "But you're probably going to have to drag me."

"What? No, Sephiroth, you can just walk, it's alright -"

"Angeal, I -" just had a Qi-deviation and my system feels all outta whack, but that's not a thing and he's Sephiroth - can't admit weakness! "Just - give me a hand."

Angeal blinks and then goes, "Oh!" as Sephiroth visibly wavers, trying to get up. "Oh, a delayed reaction? Right, here -"

Sephiroth really has to be dragged up, like some drunk guy. And even then his knees almost give up! So embarrassing! His cute disciples the other SOLDIERs are watching!

Oh, urg, the nausea…

"If I throw up on you, it's nothing personal," Sephiroth groans, closing his eyes, both to fight back the vertigo and so that he doesn't have to see the other SOLDIERs reaction. No one is laughing at him, at least.

And then Angeal laughs at him. Rude! The man sounds relieved, though, as he grabs him firmly by the elbow, propping him up. "I promise I won't hold it against you."

Sephiroth sighs, humiliated. "Thanks," he mutters and then, plaintively asks, "Do they have chocolate in Wutai?"

"Chocolate?"

"I could really go for a chocolate bar right now."

"Oh, I bet," Angeal says, sounding a little amused now. "I don't know about Wutai, but I'm sure we can get you some chocolate somewhere," he promises. "Are you ready to go?"

No. "Yeah, let's go."

Is it even SY if he doesn't need to be carried once in a while?

#fanfiction #ff7 #ffvii #svsss #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #angeal hewley

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dgaftilwedie · 6 months

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SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF WAS FUCKING NUTS AND I WANNA BE ANNOYING N TALK ABT IT BC I LOVE SCOTT PILGRIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT OBVS XD

OKAY SO??? THE FACT THAT THEY LITERALLY SET UP THE FIRST EPISODE LIKE IT WAS GONNA BE JUST LIKE THE COMICS N THEN SCOTT "DIED"????? literally had me questioning fucking EVERYTHING i was watching that episode with the most quizzical look on my face?? also the fucking funeral scene was hysterical bc the way rammy n knives were abt to have a verbal face-off n envy's bitchass shows up n steals the whole show?? i have such a love-hate relationship with her.............

also lucas lee is fucking adorable and i love him :33 rammy becoming friends with roxie n making up with her after everything was something i really needed to see. cuz like for as much as i loved the movie n the comics, i feel like they could've done their relationship so much better. like seeing ramona take responsibility for hurting roxie made me so happy and im so glad they got a redemption arc.

ROXIE IS LITERALLY ME BTW??? her whole interaction with ramona n kim at the end kf the episodr was so silly N THE LEG LOCK HELLO????? also the way she walked off singing the HAMSTER DANXE SONG I LOCE HER

the toddlace thing was also so unexpected but holy shit?? i loved it. bi todd has been my fav headcanon for YEARSSSS and seeing jt happen right in front of my eyes?? WATCHING THAT EPISODE WAS SUCH A TRIP THO I CAN'T STOP QUOTING WALLACE'S "LINES? TRAILER?" BITS BC THEY'RE SO FUNNY

uhmmmmm what elseeeee OH YEAH young neil is a fucking goof n i love him, i really like that gideon (gordon ig 🙄) became like this not evil guy who just lived with julie n kicked it with lucas. the old scott stuff kinds fricked with me but i think it's cool that he became chill with the twins

LMFAOAO THAT SCENE AT THE END WHERE SCOTT'S TRTING TK FIGJRE OIT WHY HE CAN'T KISS RAMONA N HE TRIES TO FIGHT THE TWINS AND THEY'RE LIKE "our robot says we become bros in the future, so we have no intention of fighting you. see ya bro ;)" WAS SO SILLY

obligatory matt mention i love him he's so dumb i love that he took over gideon's entire empire only to turn around and change his mind :3 glad he got his broadway moment....... silly pirate headass

knives n stephen becoming the best brother/sister duo ever was so dope bc like. knives had someone to look up to n make music with n they had a lot of chemistry both personality wise n musically wise

my only critique is that i wanted more lisa ;^; i know she probably would've been out of place but it would've been cool if kim mentioned her to ramona and ramona interviewed her just like she did with her exes yknow :P she was one of my fav characters in the comics n she wasn't in the movie AT ALL so i was hoping she would've appeared in the anime, but alas 😞😞 i also kinda wanted to see where kim's love life went...... i know she's not the focus but she had undeniable chemistry with knives and that moment with roxie... i love that she's totally very queer and open to the idea of experimenting with girls n i wish that would've been expanded upon like how todd n wallace had their moment :33

other than that, i LOVED the anime. i love how we got baited into thinking it was just like the comics and i love what was done with it :3 it was such a goofy show and a lot of it was so jaw-droppingly surprising that i couldn't believe it, but it also had some really sweet, serious, n heart-warming moments which is something i really appreciate in a show :33 it's hard to keep watching something for so long but i binged the show in one day xD i'd give it a solid 9/10 (deducting points just for the sake of what i think was missing and how i don't recommend it for like "beginner" fans)

oki rant concluded!!!!!!! ^___^ there's so much more i wanna say but this is already sooooooo long as it is xD

#scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #spto #spvtw #spto spoilers #scott pilgrim #ramona flowers #kim pine #knives chau #stephen stills #young neil #wallace wells #matthew patel #lucas lee #todd ingram #roxie richter #kyle katayanagi #ken katayanagi #gideon graves

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happypotato48 · 21 days

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GMMTV 2024 PART 2 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts (Only The Queers Though)

Ossan’s Love Thailand รักนี้ให้ "นาย": oh here we go again for the third times. i'm still skeptical about it and Chakrit Yamnam definitely is not an ossan yet but... damnnnnn my inner slut for older men sense is tingling, i know gmmtv just gonna keep doing this boring BL idol pairs nonsense, but like can we get more older gays/age gap BLs? i haven't seen Chakrit in ages and that man still so damn fine! he and our honorary uncle earth could've been something that thai BL is currently lacking, a sloppy hotmess Daddies. but alas that will remain a dream for now.

The Heart Killers เขาจ้างให้ผมจีบนักฆ่า: i haven't watch the Eclipse yet and really didn't liked both Star In My Mind and Hidden Agenda and definitely never gonna watch Only Friend (seen all the sex scenes though.) i loved the chaotic energy the trailer giving and i'm always a sucker for black comedy (don't know if this show gonna be that but fingercrossed) when it done correctly. also this show better serve us so many leather bad boy looks. i may have not be completely sold on this show yet, but i'm horny for it.

สายรหัสเทวดา Perfect10 Liners: "Too Many Cooks repeated for several minutes" i'm going to be there for forcebook and juniormark but like wtf in frash glee hell is this, most of these mofos are pushing 30. let them be adults god danm it, i know that the target demographic for gmmtv is young adults and teenagers and that they really love/good at??? school settings. but come on let's our peter pans and wendies fly free. they're probably bored out of their fucking minds by now.

Us รักของเรา | GMMTV 2024 PART 2: i'm gonna be a good little homo and let's all the great wlws do all the talking for this show. i'm not keen on the sibling's lover stealing trope but hey as the great Lucille Bluth one said, good for her.

Thame - Po (เธม-โป้): HEART THAT SKIPS A BEAT: hehehe, Est is so pretty, ok i'm sold i'm easy like that. i was never into any boy bands as a teen, but there like a lot of former thai boy bands members that came out as gay in recent years so maybe i shouda had. anywhoo i probably not gonna mind the singing and dancing in this show since most of them going to be done by singers/dancers and not actors turned idols.

REVAMP THE UNDEAD STORY: i'm really not into serious vempires so this show is kinda meh for me. the goofy ones though those i'd have eat up. this one probably a pass for me.

แฟนที่ทันตแพทย์ส่วนใหญ่แนะนำ Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist: all my blorbos are here we get mark, baby ohm, poon, and หมอjim. ahhhhhhh!! i need it now. i also don't mind dentists like most people especially when they're good looking guys, those handsome doctors can put anything in my mouth😉

เพราะแฟนเก่าเปลี่ยนแปลงบ่อย The Ex-Morning: is this going to be our second coming BL? idk i never there for first one 😝this show either going to be a good meta commentary about the whole business that gone down or its head going be so up it own ass that will take several bottles of lube to get the head out to see the sunlight. we'll see.

#thai bl #bl drama #gmmtv #gmmtv 2024 #dumb b #dumb boy unhinged thoughts

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sawyer-is-not-my-name · 1 year

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Requested: Will Solace x Male reader

Request: Reader gets cursed by Apollo, because Apollo blames him for the death of one of his kids. Reader falls for Will, unbeknownst to him Will is a child of Apollo.

After what had gone down on Mt. Tam, your life seemed to fall apart. You were getting sicker and sicker, and your dreams were plagued by nightmares. You knew you were cursed. And you knew who had cursed you, it was Apollo. He blamed you for his son's death, reinforcing that it was your fault. You could have helped him if you had only been faster. Or if you had just stayed at camp that day, he'd still be alive, and things could have been different.

You climbed out of bed, finally willing to make your way to the infirmary. Leaving the cabin you were in, the sun burning your skin more than it used to. You almost fell, but instead, you pushed forward practically dragging yourself to the infirmary. You still had yet to get used to this new camp, not knowing your way around.

Jason practically dragged you with him back to camp half-blood after he saw the state you were in. Now you had only gotten worse. You had been getting worse, barely staying alive, you knew Apollo was going to string this out as long as he could. He'd make you suffer.

You were about to fall when a blonde-haired boy caught you, maybe you were hallucinating but you could've sworn he looked like an angel, he seemed to glow. You blacked out after that, everything seemed to go dark and silent.

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Will's day had been pretty uneventful, and he definitely hadn't expected to catch a boy around his age who looked beyond sickly. He carefully brought you back to the infirmary, which was in the complete opposite direction in which you were going. Your lifeless body, lying limp in his arms. If it wasn't for the fact he could feel your pulse he'd have thought you died.

He carefully laid your body on the bed, before getting to work on healing you. Seeming to transfer all of his energy into your health. Some of his siblings coming to his aid.

None of them had ever seen someone this sickly, it was like you had every sickness in the world, only you weren't contagious. It was peculiar which led them all to believe you had been cursed. Most likely a curse their father had done. Will would probably have to find a way to contact his father if he wanted you to have any chance of coming out of this alive.

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When you woke up, all you remember is someone helping you drink ambrosia, then passing out again. The only thing that plagued your dreams this time, was the golden-haired boy who looked like an angel to you. He seemed to linger, almost keeping you safe from bad dreams that wanted to invade your mind.

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Will visited you daily, checking on you to make sure you were actually getting better. After he had "talked" to his father about helping you, you seemed to get better. Though he definitely knew his father had cursed you, it was obvious. Who else had the power to make someone as sick as you had gotten?

The question wasn't if, it was why his father had cursed you. He knew his father could be vengeful and petty, but he was still curious. Either way, he wouldn't let it between him and his healing.

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When you finally woke this time, you managed to stay conscious. After adjusting to the light, your eyes found a boy a little older than you. He was rather tall, with striking blue eyes, and gorgeous blond hair. He was the boy you had been dreaming of while you were comatose.

"Hi, how're you feeling?" You went to speak but found the words stuck in your throat, so instead, you just gave him a thumbs up. Mentally cursing at yourself for how lame that sounded. If you had any working brain cells at the moment you probably would've realized he was an Apollo kid and that you shouldn't be falling for him. But alas, you didn't seem to have any functioning at this very moment. Your mind was still hazy from having been out for so long.

"Your friend Jason keeps stopping by to check on you." Was there a hint of jealousy in his voice when he said it or was your mind playing tricks on you; hearing things that weren't there. "Uh, yeah, he's my best friend, well was... I don't know after he disappeared things were a little different." You sighed, before saying the next thing that came to mind, "how long was I out?" The boy in front of you quickly responded, "about two weeks" it was odd hearing that, you weren't out that long, but it still didn't feel like it had been two weeks.

You looked at him briefly before looking back. Trying to find the words to say, "I'm Will, by the way, Will Solace." You smiled at him for a moment before offering him your name, "y/n, y/n y/l/n" he laughed lightly, before adding, "I know your name already love, I know the name of all my patients" your brain seemed to stop at that, finally coming to a brain-numbing realization. He was an Apollo kid. Gods, how could you be so dumb not to notice it?

Apparently, your face had contorted when you realized that, as Will started speaking, "are you alright?" He came over and started feeling your forehead making sure your temperature hadn't suddenly spiked. "yeah, yeah I'm alright." He slightly pulled away from you.

"Sorry." You tried saying something other than sorry, but before you could someone walked through the door. It was Jason, thank the gods. "Thank the gods, you're okay y/n! Hades, I thought I'd lost you for sure." He came over immediately hugging you, when he pulled away you realized tears had welled up in his eyes. "Hey, look I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, it's gonna take a lot more than a few million diseases to kill me." You laughed lightly but quickly in your head thanked Apollo for not killing you.

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Jason stayed there with you for a few hours, before making his way to dinner. You were now alone in the infirmary, still under the watch of the Apollo kids. You hadn't seen Will since you'd woken up, you figured you had put him off, or maybe he knew it was best to stay away from you. Maybe he knew his father had cursed you, or maybe his father told him what you had done or rather what you didn't do.

Just when you had given up hope on Will coming back to check in, there he was. "Hey y/n, how're you feeling?" You smiled at him for a moment, "I'm feeling alright." He moved to sit in the chair by the bed, as he struck up a conversation.

The conversation lasted hours, and neither of you seemed to grow tired of it. Eventually, he turned to you, "I know my father cursed you, I don't know why, but I know he did. I know earlier you probably figured out he was my father, and now you're kind of on edge. But I'm not him, his grievances aren't mine." You smiled at the boy, but your own grief seemed to take its place immediately. "It was my fault, the reason your father cursed me. Your brother's death was my fault, you didn't know him, but I wish you could've. If I could go back and redo what happened I would in a heartbeat. He was kind, and he helped so many people. If I had only gotten to him sooner, he would still be here. It was my fault."

You hadn't realized that you had started crying while talking, the guilt you had pouring out of you. You also hadn't realized that Jason stood in the doorway or that Will had moved closer. And that your hand was in his. "That wasn't your fault, you can't blame yourself for that. You're at fault just as much as the rest of us are for that. None of us, but you, had tried to come to his aid." Jason moved so he was standing by you. "You can't blame yourself for not being fast enough, you tried that's enough." You shook your head, unwilling to listen to the words they told you. "It is my fault, the only other person who could see that is Apollo. He knew it was my fault, your brother would have never even been fighting if it wasn't for me. He was out there, making sure I didn't get hurt. It was my fault. I'm the reason he got died."

It was like a dam broke, your tears seemed to be creating rivers. Your guilt had been eating you alive for almost a year, and now that you weren't on death's doorstep you felt like you should be.

Will gently wiped the tears from your face, "hey, it's not your fault, he chose to be there. You didn't force him to go, he chose to. Just because you couldn't get to him fast enough, does not mean it's your fault either." He pulled you into a hug. Maybe he was right, but part of you still felt responsible. "My father isn't always the most reasonable, he was probably blinded by grief when he cursed you" right after he said that a voice rang out. "That's no way to speak about your father Will." Will went slightly pink but remained firm in his stance. "I'm not wrong." Apollo sighed.

"Perhaps you're right." Apollo moved forward, standing in your view sight. "I judged far too harshly and far too quickly, it wasn't your fault." It was scarce that gods admitted their wrongs, but it was something you needed to hear. "His death was never on your hands, you never wanted him to die, nor did you make him fight. He chose that, I'm sorry I pinned that on you." Apollo gently took hold of one of your hands, healing whatever bit of disease was still in you. And with that, he left.

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Time skip 3 weeks

You were sat by the campfire, your gaze fixed on Will. "You like him, don't you?" You shook your head muttering a 'what! No!" Before realizing he was right, you did like him. Jason laughed lightly before saying, "yeah you do" you nudged him with your shoulder telling him to 'shut up' as you did so.

If it wasn't for Will walking up to you too, Jason for sure would've kept teasing you about it. "So, are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna talk to me?" You blushed at his words, "sorry, I just- I umm... Anyways how're you?" He smiled at you laughing slightly while sitting next to you. "I'm alright, how're you cutie?" Your cheeks flushed even more, "I'm good, doing a lot better now that I'm dying of every disease in the world, which I have you to thank for that, so thank you. I just realized I haven't properly thanked you for that-" he cut you off, "you don't have to thank me, but if you want you could let me take you out on a date and that would be more than enough for me." You smiled at him before nodding. "It's a date." You smiled at the boy in front of you, as he took your hand in his.

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I hope you liked this if you want me to redo it I can! <333

-sawyer

#male reader insert #pjo hoo toa #gay #pjo x male reader #pjo #x male reader #riordanverse #percy jackson #fanfic #male reader #will solace x reader #will solace x m reader #will solace x m!reader #will solace x male reader #will solace

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thecomfortable · 1 month

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I hate 2k12 April in the way that I hate how the writers treated her sometimes, and the decisions they made that went against how I believed she would've acted. Sometimes it felt like they didn't know what to do with her outside of making yet another episode about Donnie and Casey fighting over her. I think she's a fascinating character and the epitome of a teenage girl whos life was irreversibly changed and never normal again, and sometimes it felt like she never got a chance to breath and actually like. Process what the hell she'd experienced. She's a very interesting and dynamic character who got bogged down by bad writing and honestly both deserves the critiques of her flaws and doesn't deserve the hate she gets because the writers never gave her a chance to grow from some of the ones they liked to reuse for no reason.

I agree with your argument (my response to an ask was essentially the same thing). She has great moments in the show and her character is actually quite good in the first and fourth seasons (second and third are a little questionable EXCLUDING THE LEO AND APRIL BONDING EPISODE IN SEASON THREE AND I STAND BY THIS).

It's just... the romance aspect of her man. Could've been done so much better and by better I mean leopril (I'll shut up).

I wanted there to be some form of conversation between April (with her leading on) and Donnie (with his stalking). But alas that remains in my made-up season 6.

Most of her interactions outside of the love triangle were great tbh. If only that was her all the time.

Anyway, back headcannoning April and having her make up for this in my brain's fake season 6

#me irl #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #april o'neil tmnt #my opinions suck ass

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gasolineghuleh · 23 days

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presented without context:

copia doing naughty things.

so watching is naughty right? gave myself five minutes

Cardinal Copia had already retired to his chambers, his work done for the evening and the other Papa's squared away with any paperwork they needed from him. His reading chair creaked underneath him as he adjusted slightly, crossing one leg over the other. His red silk pajama shirt parted slightly, and he allowed one of the panels to fall freely to the side, exposing his chest. It wasn't often the Cardinal went around without some sort of vestment on, especially not anywhere somebody might see him. But when he was alone, he rarely cared enough to even fasten the rest of the buttons.

It had been a rather standard evening of work. Copia had only gotten up once to go get a snack from the small refrigerator in his chambers and had planned to spend the rest of the night pouring over several old texts and planning out what to do with the band for tomorrow's little show. But, once again his mind was wandering elsewhere.

He knew one of his Ghouls was with a potential mate for the evening, and the opportunity to spy rarely presented itself these days-- it was something he had always enjoyed, but only recently had his Ghouls allowed him to take up the activity.

Copia rested the heavy tome on his lap, letting his gloved hand fall into it in place of any marker. His eyes fell to the silver grucifix resting under his neck, sighing softly as he tried to ground himself back into his own head. It only half-worked, leaving a strange sensation running from his mind and down his chest. But, after shifting again, his mind quickly switched gears to his body and all of a sudden his pants felt a bit too tight.

Another sigh, this time with a bit more pouting and a slight roll of his eyes. There were preparations to be made tomorrow, and the list of potential Ghouls and or Sisters to take the edge off was getting smaller by the minute. He should've found someone days ago, a nice little nobody in the clergy somewhere he could've whisked away and made feel oh-so-good. But alas, in all his busyness he had forgotten, again, that his body did, in fact, have needs beyond work.

Copia shifted one last time, taking his hand off the book entirely and beginning to rub himself through his trousers, humming softly at the pleasantness of the touch, almost lost somewhere in thought at this point, his dark eyes staring at nothing in particular. However, the moment didn't last long. His eyes fell to the drawer of the side table next to his chair, the phone and hidden camera suddenly seeming more tempting than the strongest wine.

With a groan he reached to the side, sliding the drawer open with a smooth motion and taking out the phone, powering it up with one hand as the other hand slipped down the front of his pajama bottoms.

He quickly pulled out his hardened cock, gently petting and stroking the erect length through his leather gloves. His first instinct was to let himself go, slowly stroking up and down his cock, his full lips in a slight pout as he found himself getting into it. In the time it took the phone to boot up and find a WiFi signal he started moving quicker, eager for something better, sighing with relief as he finally saw his selected screen, glad his Ghoul had kept the camera on the table, fully trained on where he wanted it.

Copia smiled slightly, watching as he saw his favorite minion having his way with a Sister. Even just by seeing a glimpse he could tell she had been struggling with his enthusiasm, the look on her face akin to that of a calf that had just been taken to a slaughterhouse. Clearly it was her first time with a Ghoul, and her eyes were wide with surprise as he drove into her, his cock filling her to the hilt with a slick sound. The speakers on the phone were small but powerful, and Copia could hear her sharpened intake of breath with every movement from the Ghoul. Her fingers were tight on the edge of the bed, gripping the sheets in a fist to keep from moving. She seemed fairly new to this as well, probably her first time in an orgy, a low moan escaping her when a few of the other Ghouls had begun to fondle her sides and breasts, her hips moving the tiniest bit.

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