#dark probably is like related to nightmare a little bit but it’s not like how light is quite literally rainbows child

[alastyr-not-alastair]

Light “Rainbow is technically my dad” Steve vs Dark “Nightmare is emotionally my dad” Steve

#here’s a minor explanation #light was made with rainbows energy making rainbow technically his dad #but rainbow didn’t want to be a dad so he’s a big brother #and then on the other side #nightmare didn’t create dark #it was elemental who did and just handed him over #and then nightmare had to basically raise him #so imstead of being a big brother figure to dark he was his dad #dark probably is like related to nightmare a little bit but it’s not like how light is quite literally rainbows child #sins of the forefathers #steve saga #favremysabre #rainbow steve #light steve #nightmare steve #dark steve #headcanon

[ghosts-bandwagon]

can we have a headcannon of y/n (female) thats throwing dark humour around everytime and have 141 + Rudy, Alejandro nd konig react to her lmao 🤣

Can we have that? 💜 Thank you

Girl. Literally me. (I give my coworkers whiplash but they dish it pretty good too lmao)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

Might actually get a decent laugh out of him, we’ve all heard his horrendous hilarious jokes, so we all know he can dish it, but can he take it? Depends on the type of humor

If it’s self-depreciating, probably not. Doesn’t really get it? Like he does but he sees you too positively for the humor to click.

Unalive jokes? Definitely not. Hates hearing it from you even if you’re laughing about it, so if you want to make them, you better be cheeky about it (“Head down, sergeant you’ll get spotted.” “Aw sweet, you think so?” You don’t have to be near him or even see him to feel his glare)

Jokes about your traumas? Not super keen on it but if you’re at a point in your life that you feel ok enough to laugh about it, he’s not one to take wind out of your sails (“Damn, this drink hits harder than my dad.” “Sweetheart. Please.”

But if your jokes are similar to his, then your chances of getting a laugh out of him went up exponentially (he thinks he’s so god damn funny and he’s right. king.)

“How do you turn a salad into a Cesar salad?”

“How?”

“Stab it 23 times.” Soap audibly groaned,

“That’s my girl.”

All in all, you’ll get a deep sigh with pinching the bridge of his nose for every joke you make, and maybe you’ll get a pretty laugh from him (god I bet his laugh is so nice 😭)

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

(laughs nervously) what the fuck?

He’s heard Ghost’s jokes firsthand, so the dark humor isn’t new to him. He might even laugh with you and crack a few of his own

Honestly, as long you’re having a laugh he’s not really that worried (still a little worried tho)

He trusts that if you’re feeling particularly bad about something, you’d talk to him about it and he’s here for that

He kind of enjoys the theatre of it, the dramatic reactions to something so seemingly mundane,

“So when are you gonna take me out?”

“To dinner? We just ate, bonnie.”

“… not what I meant but I love where your heads at.”

“Not in a million years.” He laughs kissing your temple and squeezing you against him

“So you’re saying there’s a chance? It’s just a matter of when, got it. Thanks babe, I owe you”

John Price:

He’s not thrilled about it but he’s worked with Ghost so he’s somewhat built a tolerance

He knows you sometimes use dark humor as a coping mechanism but he’ll tease you saying you should come with a warning label

He’s definitely choked at hearing some of the things come out of your mouth, at least the jokes relating to your own traumas, those always give him whiplash

He finds your situational dark humor much funnier than anything you might say that involves you being harmed, even if it is a joke that’s kind a nightmare scenario for him

Those will definitely get a chuckle out of him, just please stop making jokes about yourself, he loves you a little too much to stomach them

“What does my dad have in common with Nemo?” He refuses to answer, he knows, he fucking knows

“They both can’t be found.”

God damn it, sweetheart

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He’ll join you for sure lmao

He’ll see you sparring on the mats with Soap and he sees you land a particularly rough kick that he managed to block

“Damn babe, that was clean. Now do it right here.” He’s pointing at his temple, you laugh and throw your sweaty towel at him

You’re out on recon and you’re making your way towards the targeted area,

“I’d be terrible if I was discovered, sure hope there aren’t any snipers to take me out. That’d be awful.”

Price groaned even as Kyle stifled a chuckle,

“Come on, love, we’re a bit too good to let that happen to you.”

“That’s the real tragedy, honestly.”

“Enough, you two.”

König:

He thinks you’re funny but low key a little worried at how easily the jokes come to you

But if you’re laughing and having a good time, then so is he!

Sometimes you really do say some crazy things and he doesn’t know whether to laugh or to hug you

He likes the jokes that have nothing to do with you much better, you’d be sitting at a briefing in the far corner when you lean in and whisper quietly,

“Köni, what’s red and bad for your teeth?”

“Hm?”

“A brick.”

He stifles a laugh and shakes his head, you can see the corners of his eyes crinkle as he tries to hide the smile.

Alejandro Vargas:

Honestly, he kind of gives me the vibe of “telling a joke becomes receiving a lecture”

Like you’ll make a joke and look at him and he’s deadpanned,

“Mi amor, that’s no laughing matter.” And then he goes into a full lecture about why what you said was out of pocket and a little hurtful

It’s not that he doesn’t understand the humor he’s just concerned

But, he prefers the goofier jokes I feel like,

“An apple a day keeps the doctor away, or at least it does if you throw it hard enough.”

“Mensa.” He pushes your shoulder playfully with a laugh.

Dumb jokes like that get a good laugh out of him, just don’t make them about you please he loves you so much and he will lecture you

Rodolfo Parra:

Mortified in Spanish

“Mi vida, please don’t make those jokes.”

They break his poor little heart :( he loves you so much it makes him sad to hear make such harsh jokes about yourself or even see such awful things

He sighs every time he hears one of your jokes and gives this look 🥺

He doesn’t like that you joke about yourself or the things that have happened to you like that

He understands that humor is sometimes a coping mechanism, but he’d much rather talk through the things you’re joking about

He just cares about you so god damn MUCH

But if they’re nonsensical, then he’ll chuckle quietly,

“You don’t need a parachute to go skydiving.”

“What? Amor you definitely-”

“You need a parachute to go skydiving twice.”

“Dios mío, amor.” He chuckles.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #könig x reader #konig x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #rudolfo parra x reader #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod headcanons

[ser-res]

hear me out

toxic dark cream but cross loves killer and killer does too and shatter doesn't approve of this

CW! Gore, Manipulation

shatter finds out and they're angry cause they see it as cross betraying them and cheating on them(despite cross probably getting forced into this relationship shatter made up)

so they decide to get rid of killer while cross watches

shatter pins killer down and they, out of pure curiosity, start to push killer's soul closer to his chest

killer starts to fight back, trying to push shatter's hand away because he knows what'll happen if his soul gets stuffed into his ribcage

shatter finds this amusing and intriguing, eventually they win the fight and successfully pushed killer's soul into his ribcage

it took a second but then there was the first crack, then multiple followed after and killer's pained groans

shatter dropped him to the floor and turned to cross, now satisfied by the reaction, "this is what happens when you decide to run off and find someone else."

cross covered his mouth in shock, taking a few steps forward because he wanted to heal killer, he loved him but shatter kept him back, restraining him with their tendrils

"stop! let me heal him, please! please, i won't see him anymore, just let me heal him!" he begged but to no prevail

"this is a lesson, cross. do NOT defy me, we're going home" cross froze, a few memories coming back, shatter sounded like his father and it scared him

cross took one more look back at killer, who was curled up on his side clutching his stomach and the sound of cracking was still present

killer looked up with a wavering and faint eyelight, he smiled and signed "i love you" and mouthed it

it was a silly moment that happened way back

...

cross showed killer sign language and showed him how to sign 'i love you'

"you're such a dork and that's cheesy, im never gonna do that"

they laughed it off, not knowing that this would be a touching moment in the future

...

cross teared up upon seeing killer sign it, his arms were restricted so he couldn't sign it back so instead he mouthed "i love you too."

killer relaxed and kept his eyelight on cross until shatter forcefully made cross leave with them

dust was sent out to find killer after nightmare realized killer wasn't coming back, he so happened to find killer on the ground bleeding out

dust quickly picked killer up and got them back home

killer was dazed unable to comprehend dust's words

"killer, who did this to you? killer? can you hear me? fxck, snap out of it damn it!"

dust noticed the absence of killer's soul but the glow was still there, lifting his sweater up he saw the damage

killer's ribcage was completely blown out, it was a miracle some of the bones stayed connected even if by a sliver

dust carefully extracted the soul and set it to the side, it was dripping with both determination and killer's blood

dust healed what he could without hurting killer but eventually had to call in nightmare because he was starting to freak out, feel sick from how much damage there was, and started to get hysterical

even nightmare was horrified by what it saw, even if it didn't show it

at this point killer had passed out, which was a good thing, as long as he wasn't dusting so nightmare healed the rest of what dust couldn't, its goop keeping the broken bones together

nightmare watched killer's soul while dust was taken out of the room by horror, who took him to the kitchen for a comfort snack even though dust felt like his nonexistent gut was churning and he felt like heaving every last bit of magic out

nightmare couldn't think of anyone who would do this, killer had no known enemies aside from the stars but even so he was well acquainted with them and they wouldn't do this much damage

silly little thought that i might make into a fic 👀

killer - rahafwabas

cross - jakei

dust - ask-dusttale

nightmare - jokublog

reminder, this is just my interpretation of shatter and not related to any other fics/stories of dark cream ":D

shattered - galacii-gallery

#cross sans #xtale sans #killer sans #nightmare sans #dust sans #shattered dream #dark cream #dark xunshine #criller #sans aus #utmv #serres stories n drabbles

[padfootdaredmetoo]

i’m begging you to pls write a second part of your teddy bear imagine (alfie & daughter) i loved everything about it esp the way you portrayed alfie 🤍

Hey Anon,

Thanks for waiting forever! I hope you enjoy this!!!

Warnings: Peaky-related themes /some darker stuff as Alfie worries about the kid and how clingy she is / lots of dad comfort/ nightmares / pregnancy

Part One

You looked up at the ceiling, the waxy moonlight creating towering shadows around the room. You’d had a nightmare. Faceless man chasing you, his elongated fingers wanting to rip into your flesh. Your heart was racing, you felt like the man could be anywhere. 

You looked out of the makeshift bed Alfie had made you. It was very comfortable, a large wicker tote filled with cushions. He said that way he’d not accidentally crush you in his sleep. You peeked over the edge and looked at his large figure sprawled out, snoring loudly. You attempted to quietly crawl out of the basket, seeking his warmth. Hoping that he wouldn't wake up and tell you off. 

He never minded when you woke him up in the night, something you were getting used to. You moved on top of him. Placing your head on his chest listening to his snores become even louder. He woke up and his hands cradled you. 

“There are no faceless men ‘ere” He mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. He patted your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Now crawl back into your basket.” 

You nuzzled your face against his chest in protest. 

“Come on, love. You know that nothing will hurt you in this house.” His hand rubbed your back and you felt your anxieties flutter away with the warmth of his touch. “Look at Cyril there by the door, he’d be losin’ his mind if he thought there was someone else in the room” 

All of this was true, but your mind was hazy. He had a way of putting you at ease making you feel safe. His rough hand kept running up and down your spine. 

“Go on little one.” 

“Just a little longer?” You mumbled into his shirt. He let out a deep sigh. You tensed up at his disapproval, ready to go back to your basket. Rejection felt like cold water, you didn't know why something could feel so safe, and yet bother him so much. After you had settled into the space, he’d been increasing the distance between the two of you. You knew it was probably because he was a busy man and you’d not been a part of his plan. It was a lot to ask and you were being very rude. You would wait for him to stop rubbing your back before climbing into your basket. 

_______________________________________________________________ Alfie POV

There must be something wrong with her. Dark thoughts swirled in his mind of what would bring her to be this hungry for affection. She was desperate to be touched by him at all times. Only by him, everyone else caused her a great deal of fright. 

He knew that keeping space between them was respectable. He certainly never wanted to hug his father, let alone be held by him.

Did someone do something horrible to her, make her feel as if she had to win his protection? Looking down into her big eyes, there was a soft sense of adoration in her. 

He didn’t want her to put him on a pedestal. He was just doing his best not to mess her up, surely the bare minimum all things considered. 

But maybe little girls were different, or perhaps this was trauma. 

“You can stay for a bit,” He said watching her face relax. Her breathing evened out and her fists loosened their hold on his shirt. 

He thought about the way her face would fall when he would push her away. Putting her in the basket, or during the day. It suddenly dawned on him that maybe she had no way of knowing what was wrong with this situation. As an adult, he’d made many men suffer for their wrongful actions. Maybe she’d not experienced those evils. 

“Why do you like being held so much eh?” He whispered softly.

“Feels nice.” She murmured words slightly slurred with exhaustion. “M’ always alone. People were mean but you're not mean. You just feel nice.” She said after a few moments.

Her world was separated into mean people and nice people. What about the very fast in-between that held all people? He looked down at her little face and before arguing or explaining he realized yet again that he was dealing with a two and half year old. The fact that she could tell the difference between nice and mean was already a big step when he considered what most other toddlers were like. 

And he was nice. Nicer than his father had been to him, although she rarely ever gave him a reason to discipline her. He always made she was dressed well and her belly was full. She was respected and she behaved so well that people at temple were happy to see her when he brought her along.

Her sense of affection was just being held tightly. 

She had no memories of her parents, her whole life was spent on her own. She remembered one Nun very fondly but when Alfie looked the woman up he found out that she had passed. 

He held her the rest of the night, soothing her when she would whimper the sound causing his heart to break. 

When she woke up she looked around, he caught her pretending to go back to sleep in hopes that they could stay like this for longer. He decided not to do anything until her stomach let out an impressive growl making Cyril raise his head off the floor in confusion. 

“Sounds like it’s time for breakfast, love” He watched her let out a little yawn. 

“Okay.” She said easily. He decided to just keep her there on his hip while he cooked breakfast and enjoyed all the questions she asked about his cooking. 

After that he just let her hold on to him whenever she wanted. To his surprise, he noticed that eventually, and very slowly she would be okay walking next to him or running up to things and people she knew. She was still very clingy but he could see that she was starting to trust that even if she didn't have a death grip on his shirt he wasn’t going to leave her. 

He stopped worrying about it once seeing her interact with Sarah. Just the same, she wanted to be held. If anything he felt a pang of jealousy assuming he’d been replaced. Only to see her be happiest when Sarah would read to her on the couch squished between the two adults.  

It shouldn't be right. He didn't come about it the right way. But these moments gave off the unmistakable feeling of home and family. Sarah would look over her head to give him a look. As if -She was waiting for him. 

That night when you’d come flying into the room he’d not liked it one bit. The room was a mess, completely obvious to any person with two eyes what they had been doing. They had both put on bed clothes after in case they needed to get up at some point, the only reason he considered letting you stay in the room at all. But Sarah was drowning in the giant cotton shirt he had lent her and the whole thing was not appropriate in the slightest. Anxiety built in his chest and he looked at you.  

He waited for you to get upset. Sarah was in your spot, his arm still tucked under her head. Instead, you settled against the woman's chest. Her fingers holding your head as if such a position was the most normal thing in the world. Alfie had only seen art depicting such unconditional love between mothers and their children. 

They looked like a painting. 

He held the both of them closely, feeling his heart grow bigger trying to accept his new family. He proposed the next day, mentally angry with himself for wasting time. Potentially confusing the both of you, making everyone stressed about the uncertainty of his family (he was the only one stressed) A wrong he would make sure to right. 

After Sarah and he had settled into a proper house. Both of them watched you become more outgoing. Embracing the ins and outs of childhood more recklessly than before. Soon you were old enough for school. He’d struggled with the concept all summer Sarah’s knowing eyes followed him closely. You would have to be alone, in the hands of other adults, and the concept was eating him alive. He should be within his rights to send you with Cyril. 

The time came and you left the house in your little uniform. Making Sarah promise to wait in the parking lot in case you didn't like it. But you did. 

While you were coming home with scraped knees that sent his blood pressure through the roof, yammering on about friend drama and lessons at school, the unthinkable happened. 

Well, not unthinkable, but it still caught him off guard. 

Sarah had come back later than usual, and gone right into the shower once home. Normally she would bother him in his study when she got home. After a while, he heard her move into their shared bedroom. Curled into a tight ball on her side he wondered if she was ill. Wordlessly he got in next to her and pulled her against his body. 

He wanted to ask but somehow the silence felt necessary. They had been married for almost two years and she was always talking about something.

“Alfie.” She said in a soft voice. It was almost a defeated, a sound that made him feel like the earth was going to swallow both of them whole. 

“Wot.” He answered already angry and whatever she was going to tell him. Getting ready to fling into action to fix whatever was weighing on her. 

“I’m Pregnant.” She whispered and his heart stopped. He felt his heart race and his stomach twist at all the possibilities. 

He tried to do what she always told him to do in these situations. He started to take deep breaths. Thoughts of all the things that could go wrong, all the things that were out of his control eating at his soul. 

“Fucking hell - Two of them.” His vision was hazy. On one hand, he had never felt so happy, then on the other, there was crippling anxiety over the lack of control and fear of failure. He kept trying to breathe his way through. 

She’d been told she wouldn’t be able to have kids, something that hadn't bothered him. Sometimes God has other plans. 

She turned around in his arms to face him, His eyes landed on her face registering how much pain she was in. Hands clutched around her middle, tears in her eyes. Her skin was so pale. 

“Fuck - are you sick? Do you need a pale?” He shot out of bed realizing he was being an idiot. Obviously, she needed things. “I'll get you a cloth, and some ice chips. A blanket.” He was rushing around and still, she looked so gutted. 

After a bucket was placed at the bed and two glasses of water were on the bedside (one with ice and one room temperature, because what did babies prefer? He assumed it would be hot in there but still he wouldn't want cold water poured over him)

“Alfie I’m not sick” She kept saying, but still a cloth on her head should still make things better. 

“Alfie stop.” He froze and looked down at his wife, her eyes started to tear up. “What are we going to do?” 

“Now, Well. I erm - I figured you’d do the growing and I’d just help out around here type of thing. No real way to split it 50/50 when you think about it.” 

“I'm being serious. You just about had a heart attack - I know this isn't what you wanted.” she was angry and him, that was very clear to him, but he had no idea why? Pregnant women were known to be angry though, weren't they?

“I most certainly did not almost have a heart attack.” He said stubbornly hoping that showing strength would make you feel more calm. It didn’t, her eyes flashed and suddenly he wished that there was a handbook for such situations. 

“Alfie seriously, you didn't -” 

“Plan for it - meaning I was caught off guard for a very small moment.” He interrupted. “But I’m very prepared - know exactly what to do” He gestured at all the water and cloths. “Nothing to worry about. I can provide you the things you need, alright.” He said firmly. 

“Out of duty or love?” Your eyes narrowed.

“What kind of question is that?” How could she ask such a stupid question? His voice raised at her accusation which he realised was a mistake. 

“I can tell you're angry!” She said with tears spilling over onto her cheeks. 

“I am not angry.” He thought about arguing or just admitting the obvious. Seeing her this upset made him realize it was better to be honest and vulnerable. “I was for a moment, potentially, slightly scared.” He cleared his throat. “However I know exactly what to do, so I’m fine now.” 

She started laughing softly and he felt like he could breathe again. 

“What are you afraid of?” 

“You getting hurt mostly. - Knowing what to do. When she showed up it was already a mystery how to protect something so small. When it comes out it's going to be even smaller. At least she could walk and talk.” 

“I think we will manage,” She said after a long moment. 

“I know we will,” Alfie said with a smile that made your spirits lift. 

_________________________

Alfie was worried about how you would feel about the situation. Would you think that the time required to care for a small baby meant that they loved you less? What if you got the wrong idea, and felt replaced? 

Thoughts of you growing up with an attitude problem then running away and living on the streets again made him want to throw up. 

You were smart though. He would just explain it to you and make sure to spend extra time doing things you liked. 

You cried when Sarah told you and he acted without thinking snatching you up into his arms.

“Still your house. Still your family.” He rubbed your back trying to calm you down. “If you even think about running away I swear-” 

“I finally get to be a big sister.” She wiped her nose on his shirt and reached out for Sarah. “ I asked God so many times - I didn't think he could hear me.” You curled against Sarah while still using one hand to hold onto his shirt tightly. He moved closer holding both of them. 

______________

In nine months' time, the mystery was officially solved. People, especially children like to be held. He watched as both his daughters grow, much too fast. You were always holding the little one. Then you were trying to make her crawl, then walk, teaching her bad words and laughing. 

Adi and you formed your own alliance, thankfully both of you were happy enough so you rarely ever argued with him and Sarah. He was happy knowing that long after He and Sarah were gone, you would have each other to lean on. 

_________________________

I know this was a bit different than the head cannons but hopefully you enjoyed it!

#alfie solomons #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic #Dad Alfie #alfie solomons fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons imagine

[thelampisaflashlight]

Everything Goes On Pt. 10

[What's your middle of the night snack? Dew's is unwanted drama. This is a shorter installment, but there's a lot to unpack if that makes sense. Not suitable for younger audiences. Previous part here.] Below the cut.

It's late when Mountain hears someone knocking lightly at his door, it's so faint he almost thinks it's coming from across the hall, but he gets up and decides to check anyway.

Pulling open the door, Mountain is shocked to see Swiss standing there, looking like he's been crying.

"What's wr..."

"...Can I have a hug?" he asks, sounding so incredibly small.

"...You make it very hard to say no." Mountain says, wrapping his arms around the ghoul, "You okay? You have a nightmare or something?"

Swiss shakes his head.

"Stomachache?"

"...Can I stay here tonight? I'm... Can I?"

The earth giant steps back and nudges his door open to let Swiss inside.

"...I hit Aether." Swiss says once he's finally snuggled up against Mountain, face buried in his chest, his warm breath tickling against his cool skin.

Rather than asking the obvious, "How?" or "Why?" skipping to the obvious conclusion that the ghoul must have come to the abbey on work related business, Mountain instead asks, "Is that why you told me to convince Dew to go outside?"

Swiss doesn't say anything, but Mountain can easily fill in the blanks.

"When I talked to Aether before he left, to be honest, I wanted to hit him, too." he confesses, "I don't know what's going on in that head of his, but... Whatever struggles he is going through, they don't justify his actions or the mean things he's said."

"I just..." Swiss starts, his voice a little croaky, "...He didn't used to be like this. He..."

Mountain pats Swiss' back.

"I know you want there to be one specific reason that Aether is acting like this that makes everything make sense, but I don't really think there is." Mountain hums, the rumble in his chest when he speaks making Swiss shift slightly and..

"..."

"Mount?"

"...Do you have your phone in your pocket?" Mountain asks, lifting the blanket, "...Why is your crotch glowing?"

Swiss wheezes.

"I-I forgot about that..."

Mountain makes a face, lowering the blanket again, suddenly remembering the night of the summoning, when Dew had mentioned he set Swiss up with the smaller guard ghoul.

"...How-"

"If I knew how to 'turn it off' I wouldn't be packing a rave in my pants. It'll go away eventually... Assuming there's no further, uh, incidents in the meantime."

Mountain lifts the blanket again, "Well, it certainly lightened the mood."

"Did you just make a pun about my dick, dude?" Swiss laughs, "For real? 'Lightened the mood', dammit, Mounty!"

"There's my goofy guy." Mountain smiles, pressing a kiss to Swiss' forehead, "Better?"

Swiss smiles and burrows back against his chest, "A bit."

"That's good..." Mountain yawns, "...You really hit Aether?"

"Twice." he says, "The first time was kinda automatic, I just... I heard him start talking shit about Dew and my hand moved faster than my head."

"And the second time?"

"He asked if I was Dew's new boyfriend, because I was defending him, which is..."

.

.

.

Dew is a light sleeper, so the moment he hears a knock on Mountain's door followed by muffled voices, he decides to get the Hell out of there.

The last thing he wants to hear is Mountain going all Denny's -Getting his grand slam on if you will- on whoever showed up, so he leaves his room intent on grabbing a snack in the kitchen and maybe curling up on the living room couch, assuming it's not already occupied.

"-don't want anyone to see you leaving here."

Dew pauses, sticking to the dark hallway as he comes up on the kitchen.

Cirrus?

"Yeah, given Swiss' reaction earlier, I don't think it's too early for us to tell anyone just yet..."

That's...

"I just feel bad, I mean, I told Cumulus about us sleeping together, but I didn't tell her about, you know, us."

"That's probably for the be-"

Dew reaches for the wall switch, standing in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen, a disturbingly calm expression on his face.

"Dew-" Cirrus' eyes widen, looking back at Aether, who looks equally taken aback by the ghoul's sudden appearance.

"I guess I should congratulate you two."

"Dew, I-"

Dew holds his hands up, "I'm sorry, but did I look like I was done talking?"

He steps forward, crossing his arms and taking a deep breath.

"I could not give less of a fuck about whatever the fuck this is." he says, "I'm not a part of it anymore, so I have fuck all to say about it, and I highly fucking doubt either of you would care even if I did-"

Aether opens his mouth and Dew swings his hand around to point at him.

"-I'm not talking to you." he looks to Cirrus, "You have to decide right the fuck now if this is worth it."

Cirrus reels back, "W-What?"

"Like I said." Dew narrows his eyes, "Is this worth it?"

"I..." Cirrus looks to Aether again, "He and I-"

"I don't care about that."

"Then what do you want from me?"

Dew looks back down the hallway, and then back to Cirrus.

"Her room is right next to mine." Dew says, "I have to pass on the way back, so I'm going to ask one more time... Is this worth it? Is hiding THIS-"

He gestures loosely at the two of them.

"-worth it?"

"You wouldn't..." Cirrus hisses.

"Cir, I know Aether's been fucking you stupid, but I know you're smart enough to know I absolutely fucking will." He side-eyes Aether, "Either you do it, or I will, because you and I both know what this is if you keep hiding it... and so you know, Lus knows. Lus knows you're hiding something from her... She deserves to know before this goes any further."

"And..." he continues, "If you can't give her that fucking much, then you don't deserve her as a friend-"

He scowls at Aether.

"-Or a girlfriend."

#lamp writes #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #aether ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic

[neuroprincess]

Star Trek - How you met each other

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: B'Elanna Torres, Christine Chapel, Deanna Troi, Kathryn Janeway, Kira Nerys and Number One

Warnings: None

Word count: +900

B'Elanna Torres

You're an ensign assigned to the engineering division, just one of a dozen young recruits who have just left Starfleet Academy and couldn't have imagined finding yourselves in such a situation on the very first mission. Having B'Elanna as chief engineer is an almost amusing challenge, her geniality is accompanied by a strong personality, necessary to deal with all those who doubt her capabilities or resent her position. However, you're almost invisible in the eyes of the half-Klingon, probably because you don't give her any headaches or are usually on counter shift, at least until a big technical problem leaves her dumbfounded and you come to the rescue, solving something that even she couldn't, using only an old two-strike trick and a bit of luck. She genuinely laughs and tries to guess your name, a little embarrassed that she can't remember it, to thank you for the great help. 

Christine Chapel

It's almost a funny situation if it weren't tragic. After another unfortunate transporter accident and a fall that would make anyone feel the soul leave and return to the body, you find yourself in the sickbay having a general check-up, not to mention the fact that you've hit the head. Dr. McCoy, with a scowl, gives you an extensive list of recommendations and bonus scoldings, for a difference of a few adjustments he almost lost one of his best medical officers, who he considers his new pupil. "You'd better lie down, darling." a melodic voice comes from at your side and soft hands push against the stretcher, your eyes are closed in delight, when opened they reveal an angelic figure staring at you with concern, bright blue irises filled with compassion and curiosity. You smile and are relieved at how her presence brings immediate calm, before everything fades into darkness. 

Deanna Troi

When the USS Enterprise finally responds to the rescue signal, you've already given up all hope and started waiting for a quick death. A promising exploration mission turned into a nightmare when the ship was destroyed on landing and the locals are more like big feet, physically and mentally. With no outside contact, no food, limited energy, extreme temperature changes, several losses due to murder or consequences of the precarious conditions, in the fourth week, probably given up for dead by the Starfleet, you are the only survivor, a junior lieutenant grade with a diplomatic specialization, how ironic. It's all very fast, you don't remember much because you're almost unconscious, just a couple of faces, the feeling of being held by a warm body that whispered words of comfort, stroking your hair, telling that everything was going to be all right. Exactly what you needed at that moment. 

Kathryn Janeway

Being part of the Maquis wasn't even close to your childhood dream, having Starfleet Officer parents loyal to the Federation, a destiny was already set for you to follow in their footsteps, before everything changed drastically. The colony was attacked by Cardassians, many families were decimated and you were just another one left among the wreckage, orphaned, wounded, traumatized and with nothing but your own luck, which forced the development of survival skills and knowing nature like the back of a hand. This made a difference when it was time to enlist and ally yourself with them, driven by a blind sense of justice and pain that fueled resentment. Within a few months you find yourself fearing death and then wishing for it when rescued by Voyager, past experiences have created an aversion to anything related to it, but watching the captain run and fight to ensure that everyone, including the rebels, is safe, made you feel something unusual, a strange feeling in stomach, especially when she realizes your presence on the ship and smiles. 

Kira Nerys

The engineering area is fascinating and challenging at the same time, especially on an old Cardassian station, full of catches and new things to discover. You're curious by nature and this has paid off handsomely, such as an opportunity to serve as an ensign on Deep Space Nine shortly after graduating from Starfleet Academy, which you enthusiastically accepted. So much enthusiasm, mixed with anxiety and a hint of desire to make a good impression, that you threw yourself into the duties almost immediately, with diligence navigating and exploring around the machinery's complexities. One day, overwhelmed by new responsibilities, you made a small unintentional mistake that caused a huge commotion on the Promenade and a headache for security. It's no surprise when someone comes to complain, what is unexpected is that it's an energetic Bajoran who makes you lose words and feel an inexplicable urge to cry, the weight of the last few days falling on shoulders. She stops scolding you, terrified of the reaction, and starts finding ways to make you stop crying. 

Number One | Una Chin-Riley

Some would say you're a loner, others would say you're crazy. It's not just anyone who decides to leave the academy and a xenoanthropology specialization in the middle of the road, even less to venture out alone into the quadrants, that's what you've done. Years of independent exploration have yielded hundreds of files about culture, language, beliefs, structure and other aspects resulting from a lot of research and observation. When the Enterprise crew arrives on an M-class planet without any official first contact, they are surprised by the immediate warm welcome from the humanoid species, as if they were already familiar with earthlings. Later they understand the reason. You, the only other human there, and your skills of adaptability, linguistics and consequently diplomacy. Which impress them, especially First Officer Una. She is attracted by your vibrant personality and free spirit, the way you mediate all contact, your passion for cultural understanding and thirst for knowledge, this led her to convince Pike to make you an offer, to join Starfleet in continuing your explorations and sharing discoveries, seeing you as a promising addition. 

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#star trek #b'elanna torres x reader #christine chapel x reader #nurse chapel x reader #deanna troi x reader #kathryn janeway x reader #kira nerys x reader #number one x reader #una chin riley x reader #preferences #star trek x reader #st voyager #st ds9 #st tng #st tos #st snw

[canon-can-fight-me]

Feels Like a Dream

Word count: 863

Pairing: pre-dating Kai3po (shocker!)

While Kaiyo is peacefully dreaming away, her good friend Threepio is next to her feeling the opposite of peace as he questions in Threepio fashion why she asked for his comfort after a nightmare. Inspired by this

Disclaimer: Just to be super clear, I am in no way trying to invalidate qpp and platonic relationships! You can cuddle up with people and not be romantic with them, this fic is not trying to say otherwise!

—☁️

He was startled by the signals in his system telling him that his charging was complete.

Threepio was used to powering on in a dark room, all by himself, usually seated with his back to the wall. But the feeling of soft sheets and the sound of Kaiyo’s nonsensical sleepy murmurs refreshed his memory.

He could faintly make out the shape of her face in the dark thanks to the soft glow of his optics on her skin. She was snuggled up against him now, her arms wrapped around one of his, cheek pressed up against his shoulder plate. Somehow his hands had found their way into her hair, pulling her a little closer.

All in all, it seemed like a perfectly peaceful, practically ideal situation for him to be in.

Well, almost. Except for the fact that internally, his circuits were running at a rapid fire pace, his central processing unit unable to do the processing of his current predicament.

No, scrap that. A “predicament” was getting his head ripped off and attached to a battle droid. Or clinging to Chewie for dear life as he was certain they were going to die going through an asteroid field. Those events were terrifying, and he prayed to the maker that he wouldn’t have to experience anything like that again. That wasn’t the case here. In fact, he certainly wouldn’t mind doing this another time.

But, he couldn’t help but wonder how in the galaxy he had gotten himself in such a situation to begin with. He was a protocol droid, for heaven’s sake, not some sort of pillow! And yet, he admitted, he didn’t really mind serving as a pillow for his dear friend at the moment. But why him? Was it perhaps that he was the most convenient choice? The option in closest proximity? It certainly couldn’t be for comfort reasons, that was for certain. His metal body was one of the many examples to prove that. He decided to recall the events leading up to the current situation. Perhaps there was something he was missing.

Kaiyo had entered the room he usually powered down in most frequently in the middle of the night, claiming she had nightmares.

The latter part wasn’t that strange. After all, while he couldn’t understand the concept of nightmares, having a number of past masters told him they were quite common. However, the trip from where she had found him to her quarters told him that there were several others she could have gone to that were probably more knowledgeable on the topic of nightmares and how to fall asleep after one.

She had asked him to keep her company because she didn’t want to wake the others.

This wasn’t too strange either. In fact, it made quite a bit of sense. Being one of the only droids on board meant that he was most likely to be available that late at night. Yes, that made perfect sense. That must be why she had chosen him. She had weighed the options, and decided that it wasn’t worth risking waking someone else to make a shorter trip.

…Finally, he could relax. The newfound tension in his joints subsided, and…wait.

Kaiyo had asked if he was comfortable laying next to her, which had turned into her facing him on the bed, which turned into snuggling up next to him with a whispered “is this okay?”, which was followed by a “oh! I suppose so…” as he placed his other arm protectively over her.

His gaze settled on her once more, racking his database for answers. Was this all just part of human companionship? For someone who claimed to specialize in “human-cyborg relations”, he really was not living up to that title right now. He knew how to settle disputes between parties who spoke in different tongues, knew what kind of behaviors were deemed acceptable in high society. Notably, this didn’t include being in close proximity with your human friend in a position that he could only describe as intimate. Why, it might even be considered improper for someone like him! And yet, despite concluding that this was a situation he wasn’t programmed for, something so unheard of for a droid of…any kind really, for once a little voice in his head told the worrying part of his brain to hush.

After all, this was something that Kaiyo wanted, that made her feel comfortable and happy. And for whatever reason, it made him strangely happy too. Did it really matter if it went against his protocol? The thought itself shocked him to the core, but he pushed it aside. In the privacy of Kaiyo’s quarters, shrouded in darkness, holding her in his arms…maybe he didn’t have to worry about being an upstanding droid of etiquette right now. He could embrace whatever this was, this new feeling he couldn’t quite name but wanted to hold onto for as long as he could. Hold onto her as long as he could, make her feel safe when she had done the same for him so many times.

Until she woke up, for the time being he too could dream.

#👍🏽 ok.to.rb #rina writes 🖊️ #this thing 100% wrote itself don’t even know how I did it

[panda-of-the-trash]

I give you Crossmare

Sorry for any typos

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Had someone asked Nightmare a few eons ago what he´d think his future would look like, he would have given a few answers.

Maybe he´d be king, leading their people alongside his sister to greatness and glory, keeping the peace in their lands as each was predestined to do.

Maybe he would have given up his powers, his responsibilities and lead a normal, much more mundane life. Run his own little bakery,selling all sorts of apple-related goodies and retire to his home with a cup of hot coco and a good book, joined by the company of a cat or two.

Or maybe he´d travel and learn all sorts of new things, meet new people and embrace new cultures and customs. He´d write about all he´d see and publish books about the wonders of all the words, bring back gifts for his sister whenever he´d made the journey back home. Oh how he hoped that one was possible.

But most likely, he would continue to stay by his mother´s tree with his sister, take care of the tree and protect it. Do the same things all day, every day, for eons on end. He´d probably also still get bullied by the other villagers for spreading his ´foul negativity´ and hold back tears in Dream´s presence as not to alarm her. Maybe he´d find strength to stand up for himself or ignore his bullies. Either way he doubted much would change.

He had certainly not expected this.

Opening his good eye, he observed his slumbering partner. A tan body littered with dark freckles, the other looked tense in his sleep as he always did. Carefully wrapping one of his tentacles around his waist, he pulled his lover closer gently, happy to see his tenseness melt away slowly by the familiar feeling of his husband´s embrace.

Quite honestly he didn´t know what he did to deserve to be in the presence of such an angel, much less be married to him.

Reaching out to play with one of his snow white curls, Nightmare observed his husband further.

Cross was currently 4 months pregnant with their first and it showed. Smiling, he softly ran a tentacle over the little baby bump where their child grew. Cross gave a quiet hum in his sleep, enjoying the affection. Nightmare was glad the other still seemed to be asleep, for now atleast. Bearing their child was no easy task. Getting pregnant was easy, but staying pregnant?

They had tried so many solutions already and their current one seemed to be working in keeping both Cross and their baby alive. That wasn´t to say his lover wasn´t affected. Nightmare had ordered him to stop training and rest more and like a loyal servants, he had listened. But even though he slept for hours on end, he was always tired. So seeing him asleep now, it soothed Nightmare, knowing that Cross was both getting well needed rest and felt safe enough to slumber for so long with him.

Still playing with his hair, Nightmare began to ponder over their history.

From the outside he must admit that their arrangement looked like a loyal guard stopping at nothing to protect his king. And while that might´ve been still very true, the reality was that Nightmare was willing to do anything and everything to keep Cross safe. Being deprived from any kind of love for so long, well..it had sort of just happened when Cross came to be a guard of his.

It wasn´t that any other person hadn´t been loyal, quite au contraire, there had been many a loyal servants just like him. But what set him appart from the others was his understanding of things. Cross knew that their cause, what they were doing and fighting for, wasn't exactly right in general, but it was the right thing for them. While the others idolized Nightmare and refused go see his flaws, Cross saw him for who he was, a king, a god yes, but also a man, in need of just a little bit of respect, kindness and love. And when Nightmare had first felt the guard´s feelings that night many moons ago, the flood gates had simply opened and there was absolutely no stopping them.

When he finally confessed, he could´ve sobbed with relief when Cross returned his feelings. Their relationship wasn´t perfect by any means, they had their ups and downs, but they always chose to go through everything together. Nightmare felt himself fall even harder for Cross, learning so much about him, good and bad. There were moments where the only reason he wanted to go on was for the other. Because Cross believed in him, he could believe in himself aswell. And now with a child on the way..

Stopping the movements of his hand,Nightmare observed as Cross stirred and awoke with a small groan, snuggling into the warmth and comfort his husband provided.

Nightmare gave a soft chuckle, pressing a loving kiss to his darling´s temple. "Morning~"

While this wasn´t the future he was expecting.

He found that he didn´t mind it at all.

#crossmare #nightcross #crightmoss #cross sans #nightmare sans #anya writes

[scarareg]

For OTP asks, for any of your favorite ship(s) from PJO/HOO:

4 5 16 21 22 32 34 36 39 (choose any which you find interesting (or) all!!)

Oh thank you, thank you thank you, I am so excited about this!

My OTP is percico!

4. Their favorite show to watch together?

Oh this is super fun because Percy would be eager to show Nico different shows from different decades and discover new ones together! Percy probably likes Brookly Nine-Nine and The Amazing World of Gumbal and Nico is a geek who may like darker stuff like Link Click, GOT/HOTD or Dark, maybe even Succession!

So, their fave shows to watch together may be something fun, but a little bit of mistery or drama or something along those lines. Maybe Hazbin Hotel, Barry, ATLA, Bluey and Breaking Bad. It would be adorable if both love Anne With An E too!

5. Who is the cheesier one of the two?

Percy!

16. Who hogs the covers?

Percy! Nico does not mind, but he pretends to just to tease Percy about it

21. Any routines one has that the other had to get used to (ex. morning, nighttime, sleeping habits)?

Percy is more of a morning person while Nico is the opposite, so they probably have discussed about it because Percy is trying to help Nico fix his sleeping schedule to be healthier. Nico would protest at first and feel like a zombie but he eventually get used to it. They agree for Nico stay up late on weekends!

Percy also makes sure Nico is eating properly.

After Tartarus and both having PTSD, I think both are a little messy, but would rely on each other to ground the other when they are having a hard time, a nightmare, panic attack, etc, and that will make them bond more

22. Love languages? How do they get around differences, if any?

Percy's are physical touch and words of affirmation; Nico's are quality time and acts of service.

Nico is probably learning to talk about his feelings, he may be awkward but honest about them; Percy appreciates him trying! Percy had to learn to read Nico's body language so he could be comfortable with his touch and not overdo it or overstep a boundary Nico is not ready yet

32. Who's so affectionate they can't stop touching the other?

Percy a million percent!

34. How do they cheer the other one up during sad times?

When Percy notices that Nico is sad, he sits next to him and tries to ask him what's up. Then he is his optimistic-self and starts listing all the good scenarios that can happen and how great everything will be and assures him that he will be by his side (and Hazel and Reyna too!) so he has nothing to worry about!

When Percy is sad Nico would try to talk with Percy and make him laugh , then would hug him and kiss the palm of his hand; he know Percy would appreciate the gestures, especially since it is a little weird for Nico to initiate physical contact

36. Who is more protective?

They are both equally protective but Percy is in more obvious ways, so everyone thinks it is him. For example, if someone is making mean comments about Nico behind his back, Percy would not stay still and would defend him.

Nico is subtle, like when he helped Percy to have the Curse of Achilles , or when he talked to Bob about Percy. He always has Percy's back but Percy would realized the things Nico did for him after a while

39. Do they get along with the other's family? If not, how do they deal with the other's family?

Percy gets along with Hazel and only Hazel. They probably hang out constantly and when Percy needs help with something related to Nico, she is the one he goes to for help.

Percy and Hades have beef so at the beginning Hades tried to convince Nico to change his mind, talk about guys who would be better suitors, or constantly ask if Nico is sure about his decision. Nico always shuts down his father's comments. After some time, when it was obvious that his son's relationship with Percy Jackson would last, he made peace with the idea, but privately he was still a bit grumpy about it. Low-key, he appreciates the way Percy treats his son and how happy he seems, but that is only something Persephone knows

At first, Nico is awkward around all of Percy's parents, even if they like him. Sally always welcome him and try to start conversation and Nico would answer but he was all polite, Sally thought he is adorable! After a while Nico starts to relax a bit and he and Sally have long afternoons filled with conversations and activities together; Sally made it her mission to teach everything a still-growing child needs to learn! Paul and he get along and have conversations about history and the past Nico missed and misses.

Poseidon does not mind Nico, he is just happy his fave son is happy. Nico has not interact a lot with him, but when he does he is respectful, just like he is with any other God.

Thank you so much for the ask! This was really,really fun! If you have any other specific ship you want me to answer questions about, I am all ears!

Send a ship + a number and get an answer.

#maygirlsposts #Percy Jackson #Nico di Angelo #PJO HOO #Percico #pjoverse #PJO #HOO #rrverse

[fr-wiwiw]

I have no art to post— actually I do. It's my studies and sketches, sfw & nsfw, things like that. But I haven't been deliberately drawing something. Mainly I've just been focusing on sharpening my art skills to gain commissions as I'm a freelance human artist, in the midst of AI chaos, I'm trying my very best to keep up while not draining myself.

So I just want to give you some updates of my life, idk if this is important or not. I'm still a bit constipatedly (is this even a fucking word lol) awkward with communicating with my followers or advertising myself. Ironic, really, bcs I majored in design & advertisement.

Hi there, my lovelies—I hope you don't mind me calling you all that. I've been trying to do healthy habits and diligently fulfill my needs in 3 aspects. Mentally, spiritually and physically. For the past 7± years, I was not really in a great place mentally. I will not expose it in this post, don't worry it doesn't have anything to do with drugs or whatnot. Just that I've been constantly working and working, controlled by fear and my anxieties and I got depressed I think.

I didn't really understand how to actually 'heal' back then. But now I do now. Starting from January I've been trying to bounce back to have a healthy mindset again— trust me when I say I'm an overthinker & problem solver, it's such a nightmare to live in this body sometimes. Fellow overthinker, problem-solver & feeler type will relate to this perhaps hahah.. I'm a turbulence type too, fucking yay. Luckily, my prayers are answered. I can't write it down one by one here, you would be reading a 10k+ fanfiction and I'm sure you'd rather have me draw or write a real fanfic, smut would be preferable won't it? lol

I have many things change, become my better self (bcs I was, still am obsessed becoming better than my past self and I'm tired of living in such dark headspace). I do feel the changes, it helps that I have better friends, filtered out some that affects me negatively. This journey going into my 30s really is such a roller coaster, I never liked my 20s bcs of all the trauma and pain. But I wouldn't be able to reach this point if it wasn't for it.

So.. I'm grateful. Trying to always be grateful too, no matter how hard my circumstances are. I have faith that I will get what I've always envisioned and dream of

I'm also grateful that in 2022, a friend encouraged me to post my Gahan fanart. Now this may seem like biased and dedicated post for my Gahan moots & followers, in some way yes, I cannot deny that. But mostly this is too all of you, who come here and follow me bcs you like my arts & fanfics, supports me however you can despite having our own hardships that we may or may not share here. Your responses to my creations really feeds me and help me boost my confidence to keep drawing & keep creating, keep hoping. I always read your hashtags here, a lot of you are really such a hilarious individuals. I'm grateful my art can find you or you find my art and take delight in it. Because I do take delight in your reactions. In some ways, I never realized it, but you guys feel like penpals. It still feel one-way communication most of the time, idk if it's because of my awkwardness to respond to such responses. Feeling like, ah this too will pass or just bask in the reactions and sit then do nothing productive. I'm kinda scared I will be satisfied with one post and then not post anymore. You get it.. Yea you can probably tell by now I'm up in my head thinking too much. Posting that first Gahan fanart on twitter really was the best decision. It feels like I gained a special community, that's surprisingly still active and alive till this very day, I'm always waiting for new fics to drop gosh. I get to see tweets & tumblr posts that are deranged, detailed analysis, fan edits, those gifs, aus, fellow artists & authors! I get to know little bits of your daily lives too and what kind of person you are online haha, just so fun.

And then my freelancing journey.. My decision to become a freelancer has always been one of my dreams but boy oh boy isn't it fucking hard to start from 0 and exist in confusion haha. Money doesn't come easy too bcs I help feed my family along with my siblings. I've been swallowing all my jealousy seeing ppl my age can go out and watch concerts (even tho I don't like crowded & noisy places like that). Going on vacation, be in a romantic relationship, marry, so on and so forth. Idk if this is tmi posting my feelings like this out in the world, but it is what it is.

So.. TLDR:

Hi, I'm alive. I haven't post or updated much bcs I've been focusing on my well being. Honing my art skills, trying to get art commissions to put food on my table and simultaneously enjoying life as much as I could wisely. Thankyou to all of you who are still following me and keep supporting me, I will have to say, If you follow me for only Gahan posts, I have to disappoint you bcs I won't always post Gahan bcs I draw other things too. For my enjoyment, yours, others and mostly for me to gain market for commission too. This is norm, I'm sure most of you realized that too. But I still want to address things to you, I like interacting with all of you. I won't be surprised if one day you leave/unfollow, but let me be grateful to you while you're still here supporting me ^^

That's all for my update. I try my best to make this post as short but effective as possible so I don't bore you with my long ass writing, per usual lol. I cannot seem to write in shorts, I have accepted my faith lmao.

I wish you all well, wherever you are. I hope we can all be happy and well in this dark and uncertain place. Don't hesitate to give comments or drop questions here, I'm cooking my skills and art taste so I can give more to you and be satisfied with what I will achieve along with the progress.

See you in the next post!🌟

#artists on tumblr #fris #letters #somewhat #an update of my life #because I've been away #and just improve my life to be healthy and better overall #for my #mental health

[candied-boys]

Luke's POV x F! Reader - Part 5

Warning: Dark Content!

Including but not limited to references to prostitution, child neglect and abuse, war and death, PTSD, flashbacks, nightmares, suicidal ideation, and historically accurate ages for relations. The dark content is almost entirely drawn from/same as Luke's route.

Themes: protection, hurt and comfort, mutual healing, learning to trust, letting yourself feel, and eventually giving into love. Everything is written from Luke's POV.

Part 4

Rain; damp and chill, an uncomfortable draft that inches you further beneath the quilt.

Warmth; cozy and soothing, an irresistible allure that tightens your embrace.

Breath; light and serene, an even cadence that seeps below your collar.

Memories; bleary and muddled, an angelic voice that asks you to stay.

Trepidation; wary and forlorn, an aching that yearns for you to yield to solace.

Rest; cleansing and rejuvenating, an unfamiliar balm that nourishes more than your body.

Oh, right… When I came to, I tried to put her back in bed, but…

She wouldn't let go…

And being wrapped up in her arms felt so…

Safe…

Bewitched, you don't heed the warning telling you to sneak out of bed for her modesty's sake. You dare not break the spell of tranquillity cast by the long-forgotten feeling of being next to someone who cares for you.

Minutes or hours pass as you drift in and out of sleep until you hear a drowsy voice mumble from where she nuzzles into your shirt, “Nnnmm, com…fy…”

What little of her arm she can manage to drape over your shoulder tightens as she wriggles herself up from under your chin. Her eyelids are still heavy when her gaze finds yours, yet the question in her eyes is clear. Your lips tug into a gentle arc, reassuring her you're okay now. A soft smile and a relieved breath reply in kind.

“I'm sorry, Luke,” she murmurs and brushes a few loose strands behind your ear.

“What for?”

“You had that nightmare because you were trying to help me with mine, right?”

Where her hand lingers you cup it in yours and press her palm to your cheek.

“It's not y’r fault. It happens all the time. I'm… used to it.”

Thinking about how frequent the worst ones usually are, you realize belatedly that you haven't had one since you brought her here. Whether you've been fighting back the thoughts or too distracted to be triggered you aren't sure though.

“Would it hurt too much to tell me who you were trying to protect?”

“Was I talkin’ in my sleep?” you frown.

“More like begging and screaming… but yes…”

A hint of that same distress you caught in her eyes last night when you’d finally come back to yourself coaxes your lips to part.

“My sister…”

“Leyla?”

Nodding you continue, “She was killed the same day as y’r family.”

You never imagined on the night you gave into years of anger and an instinct to protect that she'd still be here.

And you never once imagined you'd be lying here with her in your arms a month later telling her everything.

From the strange way your mother hated you to the threadbare teddy sitting on the dresser, one after another the sweetest and worst memories pour forth until the crystals pooling at your lash line spill over. She doesn't bother to dry her own tears as her small hand slips from beneath your palm to thumb away yours instead.

“Was she why you saved me?”

“Probably, yeah. I really don't care about anybody or anythin’ other than her… The whole city could be burnin’ to the ground and I wouldn't even try to help...”

Unspoken questions linger in her eyes as you continue, “But… y’ had that same terrified, pleadin’ look in y'r eyes as she had when I found her buried in the rubble that day… somethin’ just came over me and next thin’ I knew I was outside with you in my arms…”

Petting her hair you soothe the apologetic crease in her brow and a wistful smile tugs at your lips.

“Y’ remind me of her in a lot of ways… Y’re both crybabies, a bit helpless without some guidance, but… when y’ find somethin’ y’ like, the way y’ light up… I just can't help wantin’ to spoil y’…”

I feel needed when with I'm with y’… and I miss that… Maybe that's why I haven't really bothered tryin’ to get rid of y’ or at least find y’ a better place…

“Does it hurt that I remind you of her?”

That longstanding fear taints her eyes and tells you what she wants to hear, but you don't have to lie to make her happy.

Cupping the back of her head in your broad palm and pulling her into your chest, you murmur against her hair, “No, I like it… Taking care of you brings back the good memories and lets me forget the worst — if only for a few hours…”

Hands clenching the front of your shirt, she nuzzles into your embrace, and a muffled whisper seeps up between you.

“You know, I've never felt so safe or loved as when I'm with you, Luke…”

Loved?

Clinging closer and burying her face in your arm she answers your unspoken question, “Even if your kindness is just a reflection of your love for Leyla… even if you don't really see me for me… I know I could never replace her, but as long as you'll let me, I want to feel that love in her place…”

In her place, huh? I'll only be here until I ensure the kingdom falls… but maybe… until then, I could indulge in the sweeter memories… for a little while at least… before I go…

With a playful chuckle you roll the both of you so she's above you and can't hide away anymore. Wide eyes stare down as you tease, “So does that mean y'll finally quit apologizin’ and let me spoil y’ as much as I want?”

Her lips part, but instead of speaking she ends up shaking her head quickly.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” you laugh to match each denial. “If y’ want me to treat y’ like my lil’ sis’ then y're gonna get spoiled rotten, y’ hear?”

“You already spoil me too much, Luke!”

“No I don't. Y’ just never had somebody treat y’ decently. C’mon. Up we get. We're goin’ out!”

An adorable squeak escapes her as you sit up in bed and lift her to stand on the floor at the same time.

“Don't you have work today, Luke?”

“Not anymore, I don't! I'm skippin’ and I'm gonna spend the whole day takin’ y’ everywhere y’ think I haven't noticed y’ wantin’ to go.”

While you throw on your jacket, you listen to her babble away about how you shouldn't do that, especially not just for her, blah blah blah. She doesn't know you've been skipping out on work and school since you went to the military academy in Obsidian ten years ago.

You only go to work to collect information and have some semblance of justification for eventually becoming a “knight”, but even that could be arranged whether you really work hard or not — as long as you have his help.

“I can't hear y’. La la la la la!” you talk over her and slip the kirtle you made her over her head.

“We're goin’ to that cake shop y’ eye every time we're walkin’ home from buyin’ groceries. Yeah, I know y’ think I didn't notice,” you grin and ruffle her hair.

You catch a glitter in her eyes that she tries to quickly hide with a guilty pout, but you poke her forehead before she can say she doesn't know what café you're talking about.

“I'm takin’ y’ whether y’ admit y’ wanna go or not, so y’ better get dressed ’fore I wrap y’ up in my jacket and throw y’ over my shoulder.”

She knows you'd do it too. Running around in a tizzy, she fixes her hair, clothes, and boots in under two minutes. Just in time to slip her little hand into yours and follow you out the door.

Part 6

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Short Reflection: Pluto

Naoki Urasawa is fascinated with the darkness of childhood imagination.

Admittedly, I've only watched two anime based on his work so far- Madhouse's masterclass adaptation of Monster and now this- so I can't say how common a thread it is in his other stories. But even just from those two, his fixation on twisting childhood into something sinister and unsettling is undeniable. Nursery rhymes and half-remembered country folk songs repurposed as grim omens of doom, picture books foreshadowing real world nightmares, the innocence of his child characters and childlike imagery juxtaposed against a creeping darkness that seems born from the pits of hell itself... the mind of a kid is frequently the most terrifying place to be in Urasawa's work. Whether there's any greater meaning to it or if it's just something he things is cool, I don't know. But it certainly makes him the ideal artist for a story like Pluto. Who else but a guy like him could take one of Japan's most iconic mascots of childhood fun and use his world as the basis of a serious minded political/philosophical thriller that seeks to explore the nature of hatred itself?

Now, as someone who only knows Astro Boy by reputation and has never so much as seen a single episode of any show bearing his name, I can't comment on this story's relation to its source material. Luckily, I don't need to; Pluto is fully stand-alone and you don't need to know a scrap of Astro Boy lore to understand or appreciate it. Although I imagine it would make some of the goofier robot designs a little less immersion-breaking. I dunno, there's something inherently funny about seeing Urasawa's grounded, realistic style of character and world design, his thickly textured and non-exaggerated human faces with realistic proportions and naturalistic wear and tear, next to some of these robots looking like they were pulled straight out of a Saturday morning cartoon. It makes me wonder how certain American cartoons would look if given this treatment. Imagine if someone, like, re-imagined The Powerpuff Girls this way, and you had to see these realistic child versions of Blossom et al next to Mojo Jojo or whatever. Oh well, it would probably be better than that CW show they cancelled, at least.

But I'm getting off track. Pluto is a story about a futuristic sci-fi world where robotics have gotten advanced enough for robots and humans to life side-by-side as part of the same civilization. Every year, it seems, robots and humans are growing closer together, to the point where people are genuinely starting to wonder if there's still any meaningful difference between them. But the seeming peace is shattered by a mysterious attacker, an unknown, unseen killer targeting the seven strongest robots in the world and destroying them one by one. One of these robots, a Europol detective named Gesicht with a robot wife of his own, decides to dedicate himself to tracking this killer down. But as his journey takes him all over the world, meeting countless different robots and humans all with their own bit of commentary to offer on the relationship between man and machine, we slowly peel back the sins this world is built on, uncovering a darkness much greater than a single mysterious killer... and a hatred that may change the nature of robotkind as we know it.

It's a heady, thought-provoking affair, and despite my jokes earlier in the review, it's shockingly good at justifying its bizarre premise. The world feels real and lived-in, from its complex alt-history to its eerily familiar present. It feels like a world that would arise from robots growing increasingly close to humans, and it makes all its musings on the distinction between them genuinely compelling. What would anti-robot bigotry look like in such an accepting time? What things would come naturally to humans that might be impossible for robots, and vice-versa? How would the presence of highly advanced AI effect the political history of warfare and diplomacy? And, most unnervingly, what new atrocities could result from a world this advanced? It's a show that's deeply interested in what ultimately makes us human, and what it would take for an inhuman machine to be considered human as well. But it's also interested in what is already inhuman about us, and if there's anything we, in turn, can learn about our own humanity from a "species" still living just outside it. And while there's plenty of action throughout its run, it's not afraid to take its time on conversations and machinations to really let those ideas settle.

Of course, it's been many years since the manga this was based on was published, and those kinds of "Can a robot learn to feel?" questions have been pretty beaten to death in other media that's come out since then. These days, a story can come off as pretty corny trying to tackle such topis. And truth be told, Pluto can't help but make you roll your eyes with its attempt to explore these ideas a lot of the time. Some of that's due to the oversaturation I just mentioned, but some of that's down to Pluto itself being a very corny show, in ways I don't think it's really aware of. It tends to deliver its story in the most on-the-nose, telegraphed way imaginable.This cranky old musician doesn't think robots can understand art but watch as he learns how to feel again! This robot just wants to paint pictures of flowers but his inner nature as a brutal rage machine is dragging him down! People make promises to their family to see them again right before they're brutally killed! You can see every emotional beat coming miles away but it still expects you to be surprised when it finally arrives there. And considering that the tension of uncertainty is one of the most important parts of any good thriller, it kinda makes it hard to get invested at points.

Sadly, that isn't the only problem holding Pluto back from greatness. Aside from the corny delivery, a lot of plot points feel pretty contrived and stupid, the hand of the author shoving the pieces across the game board with little regard to making sure it feels natural. I also don't think structure this show as eight hour-long Netflix specials was good for the pacing; it means every episode meanders over countless subplots that don't always fit together smoothly and melt into a sludge of Things Happening with little connective tissue to justify putting them together. You can practically see the points where there would be episode breaks if they were a normal 24-minute length, but then they just keep going into what feels like an entirely new episode with no breathing room. So it ends up feeling like a 24 episode show Frankensteined together into a series of bloated triple-length episode booster packs, rather than a story carefully curated to take advantage of its extended episode runtime.

And yet, for all its faults, I found myself getting drawn back in over and over again. Say what you will about Urasawa, the man knows how to keep your eyes glued to the screen. And for all the shows and movies I've seen exploring what it takes for a robot to be human, Pluto's take is still unique and fascinating enough to be worth the watch. It's nowhere near the simple, offensive allegories of, say, Detroit Become Human, nor is it so intellectual that it robs the story of its humanity. It's a genuine attempt to contend with humanity in its entirety, light and darkness alike, and what we may need to sacrifice- or what we might gain- by bringing artificial intelligence over the threshold to join us. It also helps that it looks fantastic; aside from a few moments that just plain look ugly (Atom's first fight with the mysterious killer made my eyes hurt, I swear), the thick lines and fluid animation bring this world to life in stunning fashion. Even outside the impressive action scenes, Pluto is a show worth looking at. Sometimes, that sweet Netflix money hits just right.

Is Pluto a great anime? I'd argue no; it's got too many basic issues holding it back. In my opinion, Monster is a superior Urasawa offering, and I didn't even particularly love that show either. But masterpiece or no, Pluto is a work of remarkable ambition, and it demands your attention regardless of its faults. It's a thoughtful, potent, sometimes frustrating, often eye-rolling, but always compelling work of sci-fi reimagining, proof that even something as simple as a cartoon robot with rockets on its feet can be fertile ground for so much more. And I give Pluto a score of:

6.5/10

And now we wait to see if Netflix struck gold again with its upcoming Scott Pilgrim adaptation. See you next time!

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Stay with me

Bonus 2 {serieslist}

|In the sunset|

Pairing: hamsterhybrid!hongjoong×reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: she couldn't help but adopt the sweet and shy but stressed hybrid. Will he be able to open up?

Word count: 2.4k+

Note: this is the gift I was gonna post on the 4th or 5th but I couldn't wait🤭 this baby turned one on the 24th of August but I was busy with drabble week. I wanted to write something about beach related in the original story but it didn't fit anywhere so here it is. The pringles idea was by @cheline 😆. I'm probably never gonna stop updating this baby. I love it too much to not think about this. So yeah. If you are interested in bonus parts as well, lemme know I'll add you to the taglist.

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"Joongie?" You looked for him at the beach where your mat was filled with snacks and some alcohol-free drinks. "Ah, I just left him for a minute, and he is already lost."

Huffing, you started collecting the finished wrappers from the mat that you both fest on right after getting there. As you picked the Pringles can, it felt a bit heavy. You shook it and a thumping sound came from it. Looking inside, you found Hongjoong in his hamster form in it. He was looking up at you with his wide hamster eyes. His tiny body was covered in crumbles. 

"Joongie! Why are you in this!? I almost threw you with the garbage!" You tossed him out in your hand and cleaned his tiny frame and set him under the towel so he could transform back and wear his clothes without flashing the little kids around. 

Hongjoong wore his swimming trunks and sat up straight on the mat. "I was trying to get to the last bits of the chips," he mumbled with a cute pout. 

You sighed and giggled, "you could have flipped it around on the paper plate and gotten to those."

Hongjoong's mouth gaped at the realization. "Oh." 

You laughed at his cuteness. Well, at least you got to see him in hamster form. Although it has been two years since he finally returned and got the job. He was more than comfortable being in his hamster form around people. He cared less and thought about himself and you more. Anybody could see the visible changes in him. 

Physically he was great. His muscles built up well along with his health. There was a natural glow on his face and the dark circles that once existed were nowhere to be found. He talked more and participated in activities. He even started practicing boxing with the help of Jungkook who was more than happy to help him out. Namjoon helped him in studies that he enrolled in after five months of getting a job. Hongjoong wanted to have a degree and do bigger things. He was enthusiastic about being successful after the drastic chapter of his life closed.

Mentally… He was recovering well but still had some issues to discuss with his therapist. He always had bad anxiety and nightmares all the time. It freaked you out and made you wonder how even is he working with all of that on his plate. So you talked about therapy to him. Although he was uncertain, he went to a couple of them, and then he felt like his pressure was being removed. As tired as he got after one of those, he felt like he was organizing his trauma and folding it. He kept those pieces with him deep inside his mind and placed the love and acceptance he now got above them. There were still times when you woke up in the middle of the night listening to him heaving for the air or sobbing or crying for help in his nightmares. There were years and years worth of trauma he was carrying; it doesn't go away in just a couple of years.  

"Anyway, shall we go, or do you wanna stay here for a while?" You asked as you finally collected all the garbage. 

"I think we should go for now. We will come back to watch the sunset," Hongjoong got up and helped you with the basket and the mat. It was nice and breezy. Seonghwa and Wooyoung selected a perfect place to get married. 

Yes, they both were getting married here at the beach. Wooyoung always loved going to the beach. They had many memories of the beach hanging on their walls back home. Well, their previous home. They bought a new house, much closer to yours. 

Both of them tried to look in the city for a new house but it never worked out. The peacefulness and love of the village were missing there. Hongjoong and you were there too. In the end, who would leave a loving family behind? 

"I still can't believe he asked me to be his best man," Wooyoung asked Hongjoong to be his best man right after they got engaged a year ago. Hongjoong was still thinking that he was joking. 

"Mm, well he loves you and thinks that you are his best friend. I don't see why he wouldn't. I think it's gonna be great!" You held his hand. 

Hongjoong chuckled, "remember Yunho's wedding?" He looked at you. "I fell in love with you that day."

You could never forget that day because that was the day when you realized that you were in love with him. And the author hopes you remember what happened in that part because that was the beginning of the new relationship. 

"How do I look, Joongie?" You shyly asked.

He took a moment. His cheeks turned into the deepest shade of red blush. He bit his lower lip.

"... Pretty, really, really pretty," he whispered while taking a step closer to her. He felt more comfortable after last night. Cuddling you made him more confident and more easy around you. That was another step of progress.

You were even more proud of him!

Hongjoong's compliment was all you needed. It made your heart flutter. Now, it was your turn to turn into the deepest shade of red blush.

Isn't this just wonderful? How it all started with a fearful hamster hybrid. Who couldn't even look at you in the eyes at first. But now... Oof. So perfect. Maybe the dreams you dreamt of are not so unapproachable. Just some patience and there is your happy hybrid.

"But look at you! So handsome! You should be illegal to roam around with that cute face of yours," you were practically drooling over him.

Hongjoong chuckled and said a little 'thank you'. He was so happy. Something he never thought he would never know how it feels. But now when he feels it, it's the best thing ever! There is nothing more exciting than having a family. A family who wants him appreciates him... Protects him. 'Whatever happened in the past was worth it. At least, I know the true value of a family and small happiness. At least I'm not like those other ungrateful kids who degrade their parents because they said no to buying the game they already have,' he thought. These thoughts brought tears to his eyes. He was happy…

"Hey, are you alright?" His visible teary eyes worried you.

Instead of answering, he smiled widely and hugged you tightly in his embrace. You were shocked at first but almost immediately melted in his warmth. The atmosphere around you two turned all pink. Many realizations hit at once. The main and the biggest one was that you are…

In love with your Joongie.

"Hug. Your hug that day made me realize that I am in love with you… The warmth, the belongingness, the scent, it all calmed me down. It was all I needed to know that I was in love with my Hamster Joong," you stopped and tip-toed to kiss him on the lips. His lips lingered for a few seconds there. 

"It was a perfect day," he whispered. The events of that day were vulnerable and hearty. 

"Indeed."

…

Seonghwa was standing at the altar, with teary eyes. His heart was beating fast and furiously. The amount of sweat his palms were creating might fill a pool for sure. You recalled his late-night rant about how he was feeling to get married in just a few hours now. 

"Y/n!!! I don't know how I am feeling!" The panic in Seonghwa's voice was quite prominent. 

"Seonghwa," your raspy voice from the other end reached his ears. You were sleeping peacefully in Hongjoong's arms when the God-forsaken ringtone rang, "it is going to be okay. Just go to sleep."

"How can I go to sleep!?" You removed the phone from your ear to save it from his shrill voice. 

"Like, I don't know? Close your eyes and yeah, that's all you need to sleep," you mumbled. 

"Y/n!" He exclaimed. 

"What?" You whined. 

"What if he changes his mind? What if my love is not enough?" The vulnerability in his voice made you worried. Even Hongjoong was wide awake and listening to the conversation. 

"Hey," you said while sitting up, "don't think like that. You guys are together for so long, even before you both met me. If this was to happen, he would have left long ago… I know it must be overwhelming but trust me, the moment you gonna see him, it will all fall in place."

Seonghwa's tears escaped as Wooyoung walked his way with a huge smile and teary eyes of his. They both looked into each other's eyes. Their drunken gaze didn't bother anyone. His rabbit ears were flapping happily on his head and you could see his bun of a tail wiggling in his slacks. 

The ceremony began and it was sealed with a heartwarming kiss. Your eyes were watery. It was emotional to watch two of your only best friends getting married to each other. They went through enough and this was the result of the love they grew along the way.

Everything fell in place, indeed. 

"Why is uncle Hammy crying?" Oh, did I forget to mention that Seonghwa and Wooyoung adopted two pretty bun babies? Well, yes they did. They were rescued two years ago. They found them in the worst condition by the street and they took them to the hybrid doctor who sent them to that same center where Wooyoung and Hongjoong were. The pair fell in love with little kids. A cute pair of a girl and a boy were looking too cute with the big ears that they were having trouble handling. They were four at that time and now they were six and adopted by the most deserving people. They officially became part of your family a year ago. 

"What?" You asked. 

"Why is Uncle Hammy crying?" Seori, the baby bun girl, asked. 

You looked at Hongjoong whose eyes were red and nose was dripping. You chuckled and wiped your tears, "it is because he is happy that your parents are finally together for life."

"Oh. But his nose is running. Nasty," she scrunched her cute nose. You silently laughed and poked her nose. 

Yechan, the baby bun boy, was looking at his parents with wide eyes as he tugged at his ears from giddiness. You took a few pictures of both of them. They were too cute. And you wonder how your kids will look—

Your eyes widened when you realized where your brain was headed. You looked at Hongjoong who was wiping his eyes. You weren't sure if he was ready for such a commitment. It is better if you hold your thoughts. 

…But little babies with cute ears and almost non-existent tails would be nice. Oky no! 

…

The after happenings went incredible. Everybody danced and sang. It was all nice and pretty. The sun started to set when Hongjoong pulled you out of the crowd and brought you to the beach. 

"Never want to miss this sunset," he sheepishly said. 

"Joongie! No. We can't be here. The reception is still going on," you reminded him.

"I know," he held your shoulders and looked deep into your eyes. "It won't bite if we are away for a minute. Just shh and be here with me both mentally and physically. Okay?" You nodded and stood there looking into his deep eyes.

Hongjoong stood beside you and looked at the setting sky. His features looked defined under the orange sunset. His silky blonde hair was ruffling from the ocean breeze. You could live like this forever. 

"I love how this feels," Hongjoong began. "Here being at the beach under the sunset with the person I love and trust the most," the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled when he stretched them. "You know, I never even dared to think about a life where I was happy and had someone on whom I could lean. I was way too lonely back then. I think," he took a deep breath, "I was only exposed to the wrong people that I never thought about good people ever in my life…" he looked at you with exposure in his eyes, "until I met you." He chuckled and shook his head, "I felt like it all was a drama and you were one of them too. I have said that many times already. I was scared to accept what I felt and refused my instincts," the tears rolled down his cheeks that made you teary. His shaky voice began again, "I was a fool to not enjoy those times when I ran away from you and hid away. I wanna go back and embrace all the moments we spent together. I can't though but I do embrace those today and will do tomorrow and until my last breath…"

You wiped his tears as he wiped yours. "Why are you saying this?" You whispered. 

"Because I want you to know that you matter more than anything in my life. I'm insecure when you are not with me. But I'm safe when your hands are in mine. I feel empty every day when I go to work. But then I feel complete when we get together in the evening and spend the nights cuddled up under the sheets. I feel like suffocating when I don't get to touch you. But my heart feels content when you are pressed against me… Your scent keeps me sane and pulls me back. And you, you make me fall more for you. I wake up surprised every morning when I realize that I love you more than yesterday… y/n," he moved in front of you and pulled a tiny box from his slacks and kneeled, "I wanna feel safe, complete, content, and fall more in love every day with you. I can't wait anymore and I wanna make you mine forever… y/n… will you be mine forever?"

You violently sobbed and fell on your knees and hugged him. His face nuzzled in your neck as he left sloppy kisses on your neck. You both were trembling in each other's arms. 

"Say something, please. You are making me nervous," he faced you. 

"Yes!" Your voice came out high-pitched. "Yes! Joongie, yes! Wanna be yours!" You gave your hand to him as he swiftly decorated your ring finger with an Emerald stone ring. "I love you so much, Joongie! Thank you for trusting me," you hugged him again tightly. 

Hongjoong held you tight and pecked your lips before tucking your face back in his neck, "I love you for life and beyond…"

.....

Sanaa's note:

Well, I hope you liked your gift💓 I am gonna update this whenever I have time. None of my other works makes me as happy as this makes me. I always appreciate your feedback!

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[bereft-of-frogs]

friday! ✨

reading:

(in-progress) Jaw Bone - Monica Ojeda - This is an excellent follow-up to Yellowjackets in that it is about how teenage girls can and will start a cult, while an adult figure in their lives looks on in horror and then does something way worse. Also, the line "Why do [girls] love [their girl friends] so much that they would rather see them dead?" tell me that's not Shauna

(phone book) Into the Dark - Claudia Gray: omg I forgot how much I love Reath. This is legit making me considering pushing through my issues with Midnight Horizon because this can't be where we part ways. He's just so me. He stays behind for historiography. I loved historiography. He shows up kind of buzzed for an important journey. Do you know how many times I've gone through TSA still drunk? So many times. Ok not when I was 17 because I was kind of a square back then, but I for sure made up for it in my 20s. I love him. I think my issues with Midnight Horizon were 1) just being #done with forbidden romances. There are like 4 of them. I'd just read Gray's Lost Stars for book club (which was a disappointment). I don't love forbidden romances at the best of times and I was just over it. 2) some of the dialogue literally made me cringe it was so bad. But. I am considering powering through because Reath is just so me. I will say, this is probably because of my MH annoyance, but I do wish that Jora hadn't died, I think she was better for him than Cohmac is but...maybe that opinion will shift during this reread. I also really appreciate that this dodges some YA sins (unlike some others in this recap...👀 see below) by making a major theme be that the adults are equally as lost and stressed as our teenage protagonist. Like, they're sort of useless because yeah adults are also lost and confused sometimes, not just to get them out of the way of the plot. I just love the cut from Reath's POV being like 'look at them, they've got it all together, maybe when I'm an adult I won't feel so lost and uncertain' and then to all the adults' POVs being like '*internal screaming* what if I'm making a huge mistake.' I feel like, for me, this is what makes a YA book readable as a 30+ year old, treating the teen protagonist and the adult side characters with equal respect and depth.

Lord of the Rings chapter-a-day: I was supposed to finish this today, based on that blog's schedule, but once I fell behind I just decided to keep with the one chapter per day thing. Should finish by early next week and then I'm moving on to The Silmarillion to spite that one person who didn't believe the 'have you read this book' poll results. Many Partings today <3 ah.

watching (tv):

Severance (AppleTV+): I love how for like half an episode I was like 'idk this might not be such a bad idea' because I have a lot of work-related dreams and I'm like, hm but if I can't remember work, will have I have nightmares about it, and then the show immediately spent the rest of that episode and the three following being like 'hey this is a fucking horror show'. What a nightmare. Possibly the most disturbing show I've watched all year so far. Patricia Arquette's character is legit a little triggering haha.

watching (film):

the only movies I watched this week were all of the Hunger Games movies. They put them on Netflix. And. Look. I have such a complicated relationship with the Hunger Games series, some of you might be like 'um don't you bitch about that series quite frequently' yes. Also, when Netflix puts them on I WILL watch all of them. I saw the new one in theaters. I'm committed but. Hunger Games rant incoming, this is one of those things that has gotten a bit ruined by the fandom. Because I really enjoy it -- at least the first two -- I just don't think it's a masterpiece that is so deep it should be taught in high schools. It's pretty shallow actually. The first two books/movies are so fun, they're tropey and fun and a great angsty setting. (When I'm in a certain mood, oof, Hunger Games AUs? Hit so hard.) But they do indulge in some YA sins. Like not as many as the wave of knockoffs that followed, for sure, but they're there. The one that bothers me the most Katniss is both a blank slate for the reader to project on, and also the only one that's ever right. None of the other characters have depth or development just so that Katniss can be right all the time, even though by Mockingjay that just makes her seem like a hypocrite. Mockingjay, both the book and the unnecessary two-part conclusion, is just abysmal. But it feels like both my enjoyment of the tropey dystopian first two books and my dislike of Mockingjay, gets this response of 'you just don't get it, Suzanne Collins is playing 5D chess--' and I'm sorry, I just don't buy it. Anyway, this is but a fraction of the rant I could go on, Netflix tried to email me a little 'what did you think of The Hunger Games' survey and I was like, Netflix, babe, you don't know what you're asking. I also apologize to everyone who has to put up with my commentary whenever I put these on, the victim this time was @aurorawest thank you for putting up with my commentary. Also Gwendoline Christie is in the last one for like 2 minutes and cannot do an American accent so that was kind of endearing. Ok. End Hunger Games rant.

list:

guest-ready level clean of my apartment. we're mopping. we're doing the baseboards. we're making sure there's not any more butter on the walls (side note, I finally figured out how butter got on my wall: I was holding the butter knife in my right hand while picking up the bread in the toaster with the same hand and it tilted and gently brushed the wall exactly where I found the butter, so. no one asked by that's how butter got on my wall it's been like three days and I've been like....what happened here)

ECLIPSE DAY!!! I am both very excited and slightly stressed because the news has been like 'APOCALYPTIC CROWDS' but I do have to remember that my measurement for 'apocalypse-level crowds' has been shaped by almost exclusively living in places with much, much higher population density. So what I consider intolerable crowds and what the good citizens of this lovely state consider intolerable crowds...is slightly different. I definitely am anticipating a lot of traffic but I do think I need to recalibrate my understanding here. XD We'll see maybe it will be bad, but I have alternate routes planned, we'll have snacks, it'll be an adventure either way.

I have no other plans this is all I've been thinking about, this is the first thing I put in my calendar when I got it, I put in my PTO request in January lol

anyway, happy friday

#lists lists lists #long post

[fantomette22]

Hey, I heard you did like the idea about Henriett and Yurie relation? Orphanage stuff aside, how do you feel about the idea that they were Damian's daughters? o: Like maybe he even had to leave them at some point because School of Mensis was too dark path to thread for them in his eyes and whatnot? ok ok ok in general, what are your thoughts about these girls?

Mouahahahahah i see i am converting people with my ideas?! 👀

Hm ok more seriously. I don’t think Alfred and Valtr have any family link or smt just because they’re blond (sorry Crow 💔)

(I mean they don’t really look alike no? But who knows…you could tell me that Damian and the girls might not be link too but it’s different!! They have the healing church and Byrgenwerth in common! Source : myself)

Ok so about the girls like you mentioned they looks really similars (face) + with the data we know Yurie/Julie is supposed to be blonde too. (posting your image btw) They looks really alike and we need more siblings lol.

Pretty sure Yurie grow up inside the healing church/orphanage she became a member from the choir and is one of the last one alive. Still I think she might have perhaps part way with the church to come back to the roots of byrgenwerth and found stuff there + secure Rom (&willem) souls in the lake.

For Henriett well I won’t be surprised if originally she was supposed to be a part of the church with the black garb and all a doctor or a religious but wasn’t as efficient as Yurie. The choir is the elite after all (and probably know many dark secrets…) But perhaps she discover things and decided to quit (like that ALL clerics beasts were clerics, maybe she killed one too) and decided to come back to the roots of the hunt as a hunter ! (Not from the church)

As for Damian well he’s blond too (kinda) and have the same lashes and eyes color.

For me I like to imagine Damian as being like the most normal dude ever. Where everything and everyone are quite unusual if not a bit crazy and he's just the normal guy x) I headcanon he had a normal family, ok parents, no tragic backstory, or really big problems in his life, average results at Byrgenwerth + is kinda strong too (great fighting ability).

Also of course the game is never gonna tell us but I won’t be surprise if a few characters you know had period in their life where they were happy, got married, had children (and not just Gascoigne lol) Some 10mins oneshots AUs & original characters exclude I headcanons only a few bloodborne characters having kids depending the interpretations too. Damian not the one I first thought off to XD

But yeah just to say he’s really like the typical dude in this who happen to be too close to the main protagonist XD (without being a rando who could died either or a figurant, it’s Damian come on!). Like you have the charismatic Laurence, Gehrman, Maria, Caryll, Rom, Ludwig, freaking Mico, Willem, Dores etc and Damian who's freaking "normal" in all this mess and wonder what in the great ones he is doing here XD (he looks so tired too ;-;)

So I guess if he ever had kids he had to probably leave them (at least at beginning he probably just leave them during day or night time at the church daycare XD) but perhaps had to put them somewhere safe after Mensis (and Mico) began their descent in hell and madness. And he realized that if he did something wrong or if the menses scholars thought he was devoted enough to the cause they could hurt or take away the one close to him!

Also while typing this i just had an enlightenment!!! Another idea! (Help)

OK HEAR ME OUT!!!

WHAT IF! What if, actually Amelia and Henriett are the ones who are siblings! (No link with Yurie but Damian being her dad still work!)

Amelia don’t have a face data sadly but she’s blond right? She was probably in the healing church since little too? (I hc that the precedent Vicar, the white church doctor in the nightmare in the 2nd cathedral praying could be her mother? + she kinda looks like henriett too 💀)

Plus we can fight Amelia with Henriett (summon) imagined THE DRAMA!!

So in the end idk i’m not settle but i don’t need to right now. I’m to focus on the old hunters era anyway xD and like you know I hc that almost 3 generations pass since the beginning of all this mess at Byrgenwerth. (So yeah clearly Amelia, Henriett, Yurie, Edgar Iosefka... were not born yet in my main version/fic verse at the time anyway).

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #yurie the last scholar #henriett bloodborne #vicar amelia #mensis scholar damian #my asks

[shylittlefrogg]

I just found out there was a new animated barbie movie???

And it's not even new, it's from last year - and honestly, I'm having a stroke over Barbie: Mermaid Power.

So come with me going crazy with my 8 year old self And since this movie is good and bad at the same time.

First of all I love that both barbies are in this movie, partly because my first thought when I saw the cover on Netflix was 'Hello island, Meet my girlfriend, Barbie. Barbie, Meet Isla, my girlfriend'

Yes Mattel, let Barbie have all the girlfriends she wants-- (Although it makes me sad that they hardly interacted-)

But let's go to one of the points that concerns me. First.

Why is it bad?

I really had no expectations because it's a current Barbie movie and because I just found out about its existence today. But dude, the plot and story leaves a lot to be desired.

The main thing here is that it is trying to promote the care of the oceans and I am happy about that!

But for the plot that doesn't seem relevant except at the beginning and at the end.

One of the things I thought was that there would really be negative effects on the place far beyond just getting dark.

Do you know the garbage Islands? (plastic islands, toxic islands, there are several in many parts of the ocean that are worrisome)

Those are more dangerous in real life than in this movie.

Animals and fauna tend to be harmed by all that pollution and I really would have put a little more emphasis on why it is important to clean up the rubbish, giving a message that humans can also help make changes, what they should do to help. Why is it important for mermaids to solve this problem

(the only thing about the moon seems important to they??? Your Honor--there is probably a turtle drowning in some cans, help-)

It would have been nice if there were more aid campaign-style humans with Barbie, who would obviously stay on top while the plot unfolds without them knowing. But that they are there, and the mermaids see that humans are not bad as some think, that they are also trying, that we are trying...

It really would have been cute and it would have been a good message...

But well, what it's done, is done.

The next thing I hate is the mermaid tradition, YOUR HONOR I HAVE WORDS ON THIS, MY 8 YEAR OLD ME WAS YELLING BECAUSE SHE HAS HER OWN WORDS-

So I'll try to make sense of her screams.

The Moon thing isn't really fully explained, as I said before, there's no precedent for what can go wrong if they don't do the ritual, so it takes a bit of the worry away.

The fact that air mermaids are the only ones that can breathe does not make sense because in the end all mermaids are out of water???? Like, maybe it would serve more like the air ones are the only ones that can form legs or something.

I don't like the 'transformation' after discovering the power. I like how it looks with the pictures and the effect. But I don't like girls getting a crown and guys getting wristbands and nothing else, I'll literally scream for them to get cool fins and tails that relate to their power. It would really be much better and useful for mermaids.

To finish what I don't like about this movie.

Marlo's redemption.

I actually like redemption! I love when a series or movie knows how to do it well!!

That does not happen here and I refuse to explain why it is obviously meaningless.

Why this is good

Now let's go to why it's good. The characters, they are the only thing that saves this movie from being my worst nightmare about mermaids.

I loved the characters here, hell yeah!

I really like Aquaryah specific , she's a mermaid with a prosthesis!! That's pretty cool and puts her in a good place in my heart (even though looking at her face just sends me into the uncanny valley-)

I really think they could have used more of jer characters, like her father creating her prosthetic!

If he was added to injured animals and fish or mermaids, because of the garbage, to which he makes prostheses, it would have been interesting.

But I'm not complaining.

And!!

I love all the Barbie sisters here.

Yes Chelsea, I understand you, I also had a super mermaid stage.

It's interesting how at one point Barbie seems to feel less after her sisters get their powers! I didn't really know how to explain it but hit close with Skipper saying the 'oh wow, I did something before you, that never happens' thing.

As I said before! I also like transformations! Super cute and quite nice!

And I think good elements they chosen for each one.

Brooklin is emotional and explosive, so I can easily see how her personality aligns with the fire.

Skipper is laid back and tends to move with the tide, so air is pretty much on par with her attitude. (Though she does have a bit of simmering rage)?)

Stacie is tough, she has her thoughts and actions well defined and will stand up for them and fight for them, as well as being somewhat headstrong in some ways so the earth comes as a ring to the finger.

Chelsea is a baby and thanks heavens for her existence, but I honestly can't place anything that defines a water mermaid for her. Maybe they really care about animals? But that's all mermaids.

Barbie in Barbie, she is a tidal wave of changes since she was created, she is like the wind that always continues.

I would have liked a bit more exploration on other characters, but we barely had them with the mermaid group-

It was enjoyable.

thank you for coming to my Ted Talk about me going crazy over a kids movie

#barbie #barbie mermaid power #Oh yeah. I also love the sharkdog #I really just wanted to depocrite a bit here