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Picture Perfect

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Bridgerton

Summary: Benedict's childhood best friend, who he's recently started courting, notices he's been a bit off lately and decides to see if there's anything she can do to help.

Word Count: 3,045

Category: Fluff, a little bit of Angst

A/N: It's been a minute since I rewatched season 2, so I may have the timing wrong a bit. For the purposes of this fic, though, Benedict finds out that Anthony paid to make sure he got into art school at the same time that they're all at the Bridgerton's country estate.

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Something was wrong with my best friend.

I could tell from the minute I saw him, as his mind was clearly somewhere else. He also gave his brother Anthony a colder shoulder than usual, which I knew Anthony likely deserved, but that Benedict rarely gave him. It must've been something pretty bad.

A few years ago, I wouldn't have hesitated to drag Benedict somewhere and get some answers out of him, followed by doing whatever I could to cheer him up. But unfortunately for the both of us, despite having grown up together, now that we were both adults in society and he had recently started courting me, we were no longer technically allowed to be alone together. Things were usually a bit looser when it was just the Bridgertons and I, but while I'd joined them for a trip to their country estate, another family had joined us as well, tying my hands more than usual.

Still, I managed to corner him slightly away from the rest of the group after dinner that night, when I'd first noticed something off. He'd been on his way upstairs, rather than joining the rest of us in the parlor after dinner, and I managed to get in front of him quickly enough to make him stop in the hallway.

"Benedict," I said, trying to keep my voice low. He let out a long, deep sigh, but didn't move to step past me, instead fixing me with a tired stare. I frowned. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "It's... nothing."

I put my hands on my hips and raised an eyebrow.

"Benedict Bridgerton, I have known you since the age of five. There is no chance of that terrible lie convincing me of anything, besides perhaps that I made the right decision about checking on you."

He sighed again, this time even heavier, and when he met my gaze again it was with an empty smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"You remeber I shared my excitement with you about being accepted into art school?"

"Of course! Don't tell me something went wrong..."

He shook his head. "The opposite. Apparently my dear brother took it upon himself to make sure I got in, offering a bribe to secure my acceptance. Yet again, I fail to step out of my family's shadow and generate an accomplishment of my own, without their name and money securing it for me."

I frowned and reached out to touch his arm, but Eloise's voice from the other room promising to find where I'd wandered off to broke the moment. Benedict mustered that hollow smile again, then finally stepped around me.

"I'll be fine, I promise. Don't worry about me. Just go enjoy the rest of your evening."

I frowned after him, but he didn't look back as he climbed the stairs and disappeared onto the second floor. I briefly debated following him, but Eloise's hand on my elbow broke me from that thought.

"Y/N, what on earth are you doing out here? You're missing Kate and Anthony sparring over something trivial again."

I forced a smile onto my face that was hopefully more convincing than Benedict's and turned to face Eloise.

"Well, that's certainly something I don't want to miss. Let's go."

Eloise still looked like she had questions, but I didn't give her room to ask them as I joined the rest of our group in the parlor. Benedict stayed on my mind for the rest of the night, although I tried to hide my worry. Hopefully he'd been right about himself, and would be feeling better in the morning.

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Benedict clearly wasn't feeling better in the morning. I was witnessing the man I loved having an existential crisis, and by the afternoon, I decided I couldn't sit by an watch anymore, society and the Ton and the gossips be damned.

I spent the next hour gathering and setting up the things I'd need, then went to find Benedict. He wasn't anywhere to be seen in the house, so I asked Eloise, who directed me to his bedroom.

I'd been in his bedroom before, of course, since we'd practically grown up together. But now that we'd started on the path to being something else to each other, with my heart registsering significantly more romantic feelings for the man Benedict had become, I found myself slightly nerovous as I stood outside his door. Still, I forced myself to ignore the nerves as best I could. Benedict was hurting, so everything else had to be put on hold while I helped him.

I knocked on his door, pretending my faster-than-normal heartbeat didn't exist as I waited for a response. That became much harder to accomplish when Benedict opened the door, his shirt far more open than normal and without anything over it, hair looking a rumpled mess. My heart did backflips, despite me mentally telling it to calm down.

"Y/N! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you. I must look a mess-"

"No, not at all!" I said much too quickly. "You look, uh... very nice."

The familiar lopsided smile I loved so much appeared on Benedict's face as he leaned on the doorframe before me. He raised an eyebrow, the familiar spark of mischief that I loved so dearly igniting in his eyes, and for the first time in more than a day, he looked to be slightly back to himself.

"Well, I'm very glad to hear you think so. What brings you to my door, then?"

"You haven't seemed to be doing very well since you got the news about Anthony. And don't try to deny it, I know you too well. So, I thought I'd come find you and try to help cheer you up."

Benedict's eyebrow rose again as he crossed his arms.

"And what exactly did you have in mind?"

"I'll show you. But we're going to have to be a bit sneaky about leaving."

Benedict's mood lifted the moment he found out we were going to sneak out of the house together. We'd been regular trouble makers as children, sneaking out for adventures at least once a week, but since we'd both grown up that had basically come to a stop. Now, as I took his hand and dragged him along behind me and we ran through the countryside and left Bridgerton House in our wake, I couldn't stop a wild laugh from bubbling out of my chest. I'd missed this much more than I'd wanted to admit.

"Where are we going?" Benedict called, his own voice breathy and laced with laughter as we ran. I just shot him a grin back over my shoulder.

"You'll see!"

He huffed, but didn't protest as he followed after me. Finally, after winding through the woods and climbing a rather steep hill, we reached the spot I'd spent so long making nice this morning.

This hilltop looked out over the countryside stretching beautifully below us, even better now as the sun had started to get a bit lower in the sky. Waiting for us was a picnic blanket spread out in the grass with all of our favorite foods, wine, and an easel with art supplies set up right next to it. I dropped Benedict's hand as we came to a stop, instead turning to face him with a grin.

"Well? What do you think?"

He stared at everything I'd laid out, mouth open slightly in shock. His brow furrowed when he saw the canvas, and he turned back to me.

"What is all this?"

"It's a picnic, for the two of us," I said. "To watch the scenery and the sunset together without the pressures of society or being a Bridgerton to bring us down. The easel is optional–we can pack it away right now if you want to. But you told me you think Anthony's the reason you got into art school, and I don't agree. I've seen your work, and I know just how good it is. You got in on merit, Benedict. But I know I can't just say that and have you believe it, so I brought some supplies here so you can prove it, if you want to. Paint this moment for the two of us, and I'll swear on our relationship and everything I hold dear to be honest about what I think. Completely, totally, brutally honest."

Benedict's eyebrow quirked again.

"Well, I don't know if brutal is completely necessary..."

"I mean it, Ben. I hate to see you like this, doubting yourself. So if there's something I can do to counter Anthony's idiotic meddling, I'd like to."

"And what if..." He cleared his throat, emotion swirling in his gorgeous brown eyes as he met my gaze. "What if the truth would only serve to enforce what I know? That Anthony's meddling and money is the only reason I've gotten where I am."

I shook my head. "That won't happen-"

"Y/N." I stopped, biting my lip and forcing myself to meet Ben's stare again. He took a few steps forward until we were right in front of each other, then took my hands gently in his own. "What if it does?"

I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. "Then I will keep my word and tell you so. One way or another, I will tell you the truth, even if it may not be what I want to tell you. I swear it, Ben."

He nodded slowly, eyes scanning my face. We stayed like that for a few long moments, and briefly, I thought Benedict might make a move to do something I never though he'd do with the Ton hovering over both our shoulders whenever we were together. But then he sighed, a smile returning to his face as he stepped away.

"Alright then. I believe you, and I value your opinion. And since you went to all the trouble to drag these supplies up here in the first place... I may as well get started."

I beamed at him. "I'll pour us some wine."

"Please."

When Benedict first sat down at his canvas, he kept fidgeting nervously, his hands hovering and twitching over various paints and brushes as he second-guessed his decisions. But slowly, as I kept up a stream of conversataion, supplying him with food and drink for fuel as he needed it, I noticed him beginning to relax.

"This is nice," I mused, leaning back on the picnic blanket and looking out at the scenery as Benedict worked. The sun had gotten much lower in the sky than when we'd left, which Benedict had grumbled about as it impacted his painting. Still, the golden light, soft breeze, and warm, fresh air felt like heaven to me.

"I agree," he said, not taking his eyes away from his easel. "I missed running off on adventures with you at the drop of a hat."

"So did I. But, hopefully... we may be able to get back to that again sometime soon."

Benedict looked over at me from his easel, a rougish grin on his face.

"If I didn't know better, Lady Y/L/N, I would think you were boardering on making me a marriage proposal."

I faced forward and closed my eyes under the guise of feeling the sun, trying to ignore my heart pumping frantically in my chest.

"Well. Fortunately for us both, you do know better. And it's not as if you're some strange man I met at court. You're... Ben. My best friend."

"I never said I wouldn't like it, did I? It would be an honor to be proposed to by you."

I cracked one eye open, turning my head to face Benedict with a grin. He wasn't looking at me, his stare focused on his canvas, his face completely serious. My heart stopped threatening to explode out of my chest, and instead settled into the unique, glowing warmth of love I felt whenever Benedict and I were together.

"I love you, Ben," I said, my voice soft and quiet. He stopped his work completely to turn and look at me, a soft smile on his face.

"I love you too. Very, very much." We held each others' stares for a moment, soaking in the comfort and joy of being together, and then Benedict's smile turned into a more edged grin. "It's a good thing we feel so strongly, since we may just be forced into an earlier marriage than planned to avoid a scandal after disappearing for an entire afternoon and evening together."

I huffed and waved him off. "Fortunately, I predict your brother will be accidentally helping us and making up for causing this crisis of confidence in the first place. He and Miss Kate Sharma are so ridiculous and dramatic together, I highly doubt anyone will notice we're gone."

Benedict chuckled, turning back to his work to scan it one last time before finally setting down his paintbrush. He took a deep breath, then stood and offered a hand to me.

"I've finished," he announced as I took his hand. He pulled my to my feet, but instead of looking at the painting, my eyes stayed fixed on him. We were almost chest to chest, and I could tell from his furrowed brows and darting eyes just how nervous he was about my verdict. "Remember, you promised me honesty."

"And honesty you will get."

Finally, I turned from Benedict to the canvas he'd been working on all afternoon. I'd resisted peeking before now at his request, so I wouldn't have any bias from watching his process. Fortunately, just as I'd predicted, his work was magnificent.

"Benedict..." I breathed as I took in the soft lines and vibrant colors before me. It perfectly captured how I felt looking out at the valley before us; it captured the gorgeous scenery, yes, but it also infused everything with a bit of magic that I only felt in this space with him. "This is absolutely incredible."

Benedict came around to stand next to me, arms crossed. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him shaking his head.

"Now please don't forget, you promised me honesty."

"I am being honest! Benedict, this is fantastic. The way you capture the myriad of different shades of the light shining across the valley, the seamless lines giving the world a slightly hazy, dreamlike look, and the way you've left the paint a bit messier with the clouds, to make it look like they're moving? It's all perfect, Ben. And masterful. It's a picture of the valley, yes, but it looks like it's alive. And you somehow managed to capture what it feels like to be here in the moment together, the sun on our faces, with each other even when we're not supposed to be, in a truly special way. You're an incredibly talented artist, and I'd be saying that even if you were a complete stranger that I didn't particularly like."

He snorted, then after a second, wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest. I leaned into him immediately, sighing a bit as he leaned his head against mine.

"I have a hard time believing you'd say all that to a stranger you didn't like."

I rolled my eyes and elbowed him in the stomach, and he laughed without letting me go. A smile spread on my own face despite myself.

"Alright, maybe I wouldn't say all that to a stranger I didn't like. But I'd say it about their work when they couldn't hear me, probably to you. My point stands, Ben. You are a very skilled and talented artist. Anthony isn't the reason you got into that school. You are."

His chest rose and fell with a long, deep breath, and then finally, I felt him nod.

"Thank you. I can't promise it will always be easy for me to always believe it, but... I'll try to remember your words, and not my brother's, from now on."

"Good. And if you feel down again, you can always come to me. I'll always be there for you, Benedict, whenever you need me."

"And I you, my love," he said, moving down to whisper the words in my ear as he wrapped his other arm around my waist, too. He kissed my cheek, and I leaned back into his chest for a moment before turning around in his arms to face him.

The beautiful, kind smile I'd fallen in love with stared back at me, along with his warm brown eyes. I smiled too, then finally stopped ignoring my racing heart and decided to continue the theme of ignoring the Ton and what they might say.

I leaned into Benedict, closing the distance between us with a glance at his lips before meeting his eyes again. Both of his eyebrows shot up, but he didn't pull away.

"Y/N... if anyone found out..."

I smiled. "They won't. Besides, they'd just make us follow through on something we're already planning, anyway."

Benedict huffed a laugh, his eyelids fluttering a bit as he looked at me like he couldn't believe I was real. Then, his arms tightened around my waist, and he leaned in even closer. I closed my eyes, feeling Benedict stop just a hair's breadth away from my lips.

"Are you sure-"

I closed the distance myself before he could continue. Benedict smiled into the kiss a moment later, pulling me closer to him, the two of us locked in each others' embrace as the sun set in the hills behind us. Truly, I didn't think anyone would be able to find out about how we'd spent our afternoon, but I also truly didn't care. I loved Benedict, and even though it was technically early in our courtship, I'd known him for most of my life. I knew we were meant to spend our lives together, and I knew he felt the same way as I did. Sooner or later, we'd make it official with an engagement and marriage, and be able to disappear together whenever we wanted without the Ton batting an eyelash. But, in the meantime, I didn't mind sneaking away for private moments like this one bit. No matter what had led to it in the first place.

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Welcome To The Sanctuary

Negan x Reader (Rick’s Daughter)

Chapter 1: Something Eerie

Chapter Summary: It was supposed to be just another pickup day - not a nightmare. Rick is ready to strike against Negan, but all war efforts come to a complete stop, when the life of the woman both men care about the most is on the line.

Wordcount: 2157

Era: Season 7

- Part 5 of the The One And Only Series -

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

It’s late in the morning, when a small convoy of trucks makes its way down the deserted roads. 

The Saviors are heading to their bosses favorite community. Negan is almost mindlessly driving behind one of the trucks, watching the all too familiar suburb passing by his windows. Today is pickup day for Alexandria and he can’t wait to see what Prick’s people got him this time. It better be good after all the trouble his son caused last week. 

It probably won't be much, he muses. Not that he cares too much about it but the town is now short of three more people. It certainly has to put their scavengers under even more pressure. But then again, Rick and especially his Sweet-Thing had to deal with even worse conditions in the past, when coordinating their teams and if anyone can get shit done, it’s her.

After the events of last week's pickup, Negan had to think of her constantly. She must have known about Spencer's plans or at least had to have a suspicion, given how stressed she was, when he first approached them. What a slimy asshole and a coward on top. There is no doubt in his mind his Sunshine would have killed him for what he tried to do. Luckily she didn’t have to lift a finger, she is already close enough to getting exiled as it is and also Negan was more than willing to lend a hand in that matter. 

As much as he can't stand Rick, he's got to admit that he's doing a good job - that is keeping his people alive and scavenging good stuff. Also he is well experienced from his years outside of that town and kept so many people alive during that time. That knowledge is priceless in times like this and Negan actually respects him for it. That Spencer really thought he'd not just be as good but even better than Rick as a leader is not only astonishing but also downright pathetic. That asshole got what he deserved. 

Still, there is one thing from this whole ordeal that’s still leaving a bitter taste in Negan's mouth and that is the death of the fat woman. He disliked her and was never subtle about it but he knew she was somewhat close to his Sunshine and although it was Arat’s decision to take her out, he still feels sorry for Y/N. 

He can’t forget that burning anger in her eyes, when she glared at that bitch that tried to shoot him. He'd be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit turned on by the sight of it, as out of place as it was. After all his Sweet-Thing is hot as hell when she’s pissed and she’s been seething. 

Negan can’t help but smile at that memory. He’s so excited to see her again. It surprised him how much he actually enjoyed their little game of hide and seek. It made the whole affair even more enticing. Still he’s glad people somehow found out eventually. Hopefully this will result in more time with her than rushed quickies every now and then. Given the new circumstances, Negan decided to retire his RV for the time being and left it in The Sanctuary. There is no need for it anymore and her bedroom will do just fine. He really can’t wait to take his time with her.

Finally the high walls of Alexandria are slowly coming into view and the head of the Saviors  focuses back onto the road ahead of him. Slowly the gate opens up, making way for the convoy. Negan scans the guards standing on the wall but his Sunshine is nowhere to be seen. She’s not on duty right now it seems. 

The trucks drive through the gate onto the parking lot and Negan stops his car right on top of the convoy. The Saviors gather around their vehicles, ready to go through today's pickup. Negan jumps out of his car, shutting the door shut. 

Uncomfortableness is creeping up his spine immediately - Something is wrong. 

Somehow he has the feeling that something is off but Negan just can’t put his finger on it and it's making him feel quite uneasy. Suddenly on high alert, he's looking around the area. Usually around this time Alexandrians would roam the street, watching the activities but the streets are empty. 

Except for one person. 

“Ah, Rick!” Negan calls the approaching man with a bright smile that quickly dies again. The closer Rick gets, the more his sorry state becomes visible. The man looks like he’s seen a ghost. His skin is pale, only accentuating the redness of his sunken eyes. The hell happened to him?

Once he’s reached the Saviors, Rick greets them with a weak nod of his head. “Negan. Your stuff’s at the pantry.” 

A frown settles on Negan's face. Rick’s not meeting his eyes and while that’s nothing out of the ordinary, in fact it’s quite welcome, it still seems off. The other man’s not avoiding his gaze like he used to but is just staring into the void. What the hell is going on here? After another quick glance around the area, still not seeing his Sweet-Thing, Negan asks, “Where’s Y/N?”

Rick swallows hard. After a moment, he states. “She’s out scouting.”

This statement only adds to the distressing feeling in Negan’s gut. Rick is so obviously lying. She would never go out scouting with a different car than her stupid Mini. The Mini that is clearly sitting in the far corner of the parking lot. 

Negan takes one step closer to Rick, his eyes narrowing. But before he can confront Rick about his observations, he sees a woman appearing in the corner of his eye. She’s stepping out of the infirmary. That’s one of Sunshine’s team, he realizes. The woman is crying and wiping her tears. Blood is dripping from her hands.

Negan’s eyes switch between her and Rick. Something is going on. After one final glance at the other man who’s still not meeting his eyes, Negan gets moving. He pushes himself past Rick without a word, heading for the infirmary. Rick’s about to say something but when he sees Sasha standing on the porch, he keeps his mouth shut, following Negan with his head down.

Knots tighten in Negan's chest. The air feels tense, almost eerie. There is not a single person in sight and the whole town is silent. Only the sound of boots moving over the gravel can be heard. It’s quite goosebumps inducing. The head of the Saviors tries to calm himself down, he can’t have his nerves get the better of him. 

When they reach the porch, Sasha moves out of their way to the side. She looks at Rick, even more tears are running down her cheeks when she slowly shakes her head at him. Negan can’t see Rick's reaction but at the moment he doesn’t care. All he wants is to find out what’s going on. With the unpleasant feeling in his gut quickly growing, he opens the door and moves inside.

Once through the door, the man is being hit with the pungent smell of blood. His nose crinkles to its own accord and he is met with another puffy red eye. Rick's boy is sitting on a chair next to a cot, looking up at him with a tear stained face, holding the hand of the person lying there. 

When Negan's eyes eventually wander to the cot, he stops dead in his tracks. Sunshine. Negan almost forgot how to breathe. There is so much blood. 

"It's been an accident." Rick's small voice sounds behind the boss, but he barely registers the other man. Negan moves forward, coming to stand right next to Carl. The boy doesn’t say a word, only holding the hand of his sister in silence.

Negan’s eyes roam over her. His Sunshine is almost unrecognizable, the way she's lying there, completely still, unconscious. Her skin is so pale, almost gray. Bandages are wrapped around her exposed middle but there is still so much blood on her, the cot, the equipment. A rusty metal rod on the cart catches Negan's attention briefly but he quickly moves his eyes back to the big crimson red spot on her belly.

"It happened so fast." Rick tries to explain, "We couldn't-"

"Got a doc or something?" Negan cuts him off immediately, his eyes not leaving her.

Rick’s just looking at his daughter. "She's… she’s our medic.”

Negan’s clenching his jaw. A quiet fuck is leaving his lips as he’s running his ungloved hand through his hair, still taking all of this in. 

She’s dying. 

Once that thought passes his mind, Negan snaps back from his spinning mind. He moves his attention back to her father, “Prepare her for transport. I’m taking her with us.”

“No-” Rick is about to argue, but there is no room nor time for a debate right now.

“I see you still don't understand what your daughter means to me, Rick.” Negan states in a serious tone, towering over the other man. “I’ve got a doc and a clinic. She’s coming with me.” 

“I'm coming with you.” Surprised, both men look at the boy. “So she won't be alone.” 

After a short moment of consideration, Negan agrees and nods at him. “Fine. Pack her some things.” Carl carefully places his sister's hand on the cot again, before quickly rushing out of the room. Negan turns his head back towards Rick again. “You get her ready,” he orders, before brushing past him, getting his car.

Rick watches him leave before moving his attention back to his daughter again. Slowly he comes closer, taking her hand in his. His eyes well up again as he looks at her. He raises her hand to his lips, praying to any God who cares to listen, to make her stay, to not take her away. “I love you so much,” he whispers against her skin. It pains him so much to see her like that.

After a new wave of tears are threatening to stream down his face, Rick realizes he has to get going. With as much care as he can muster, he puts a blanket around his daughter, wrapping her up into a cocoon before slowly lifting her up into his arms. Cautiously he hugs her against his chest. “Please don't leave us, Y/N.”

Eventually Rick starts moving, bringing his daughter outside. Sasha is sitting on the railing, still fighting the tears, trying to take a breath and calm down. She offers to help him but Rick doesn't seem to notice her as he’s passing her by without a word. Negan parked his car right in front of the house, Carl is already waiting next to it with a duffel bag in his hand. 

Rick walks down the steps attentively, going towards the car. Negan, who just finished instructing Simon to carry on with the pickup, comes closer, ready to take over but Rick moves past him. Carl quickly opens the door before helping his father to slowly and carefully lay his sister down onto the back seat of the car. Rick tugs her in one more time, whispering to her to keep fighting, to please wake up again, before he has to reluctantly let go of her.

As much as he hates Negan and as much as he distrusts him with every fiber of his being, if that man can save her, he will swallow all his hatred up. He’d do everything in and beyond his power for her. All he wants is for his daughter to open her eyes again.

Negan comes to stand next to Rick, looking at him with something close to compassion in his features, “Whatever happens, either way, I’ll let you know.” He's reaching out his hand, offering the other man a two-way radio.

Rick only nods silently, taking it. After one final look at his daughter, he's moving away. Negan lets out a sharp whistle, gaining Carl's attention. “Jump in.” The boy does as he’s been told, hopping into the passenger seat while Negan hurries onto his. 

The engine roars to life as they quickly take off and hit the road. Rick watches them drive out of the gate. His heart is shattering into a million pieces. This feels way too much like a last goodbye.

Sasha’s slowly approaching him. She puts her hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture, but there is nothing that can console him. 

Negan is racing down the streets as fast as he can. Adrenaline is rushing through his veins. Please, let it not be too late. It’s dead silent in the car. Now more than ever is he afraid of noises. 

Dreading to hear the tell-tale sound of quiet groaning. 

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 - COMING SOON!

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

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Happy Solarpunk Aesthetic Week and Winter Solstice! ❄️

While we do celebrate here, we don't actually experience winter in my region, or any of the classic four seasons! The weather here is basically a coin toss between searing heat and torrential rain lol. So while I was musing over how to adapt a solarpunk aesthetic to a tropical lifestyle, I came up with this!

Lengthy explanations and chaotic ideas below:

Disclaimer: I am not a science-y person, so I'm not sure how any of these would technically work or what materials would go into making them. Hopefully one day someone could figure it out, but I'm just having fun sharing these ideas for now :)

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What works well both in harsh sunlight and heavy downpours, plus is already something that people here use everyday? Umbrellas! How cool would it be to have an umbrella that absorbs sunlight during the day, and turns it into a personal spotlight at night? Or perhaps it could absorb and store large amounts of rainwater, to be re-used later or released somewhere more useful?

My main inspiration for this is the bamboo. This plant already plays a huge role in our lives here -- culturally, economically, and from what I recently learned, ecologically too! Our region suffers from floods often, and bamboo can help to control the flow of water, for example through their roots providing a barrier against soil erosion, or their ability to store large amounts of water and release it gradually during drier seasons. (And that's just one of the many reasons why bamboos are awesome and solarpunky!) I thought it would be cool to have water stored in the 'bamboo nodes' of the umbrella shaft, which could then be detached and used individually, or as components in other tech!

I chose the Amazonian lily pad as the canopy design because 1) it looks big enough to cover a person, 2) it has a wide surface for solar panels to 'photosynthesize' energy, 3) its container-like shape looks as though it could hold rainwater like a funnel while it trickles into the shaft, and 4) it just looks really pretty! Realistically, this canopy might not be able to do everything at once, so I'm hoping for this tech to be modular and highly customizable -- as in, you could replace this 'lily pad' with something else that serves a different function! I did play around with some other designs, here they are hehe

Hibiscus: Our national flower! Have these bad boys growing in my yard so I thought why not. Not sure what functions it would have yet... perhaps the pistil could be a sensor for gathering weather data? Or maybe the anthers are little lights? Maybe it attracts BEES???

Mushroom: Not familiar with the fungi in my area yet so I went with the classic Amanita. Though now I'm kinda regretting because! Wouldn't it be so cool and lunarpunky to design it based on a bio-luminescent mushroom, so it would make sense for the umbrella to glow in the dark? AGH missed opportunities ;;

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Anyway while I was designing the umbrella I thought about giving the model a cool fit too, so tadaaa! A customizable pair of pants that can be worn as a shorts + half-skirt/sarong combo during hot weather, or extended to become a full pair of jeans during colder/rainy times! I used zippers as the connectors because they seem easy to sew on and I like the punky vibe it adds to the outfit. HOWEVER, I'm realising that might be inconvenient or way too time consuming for some people. Maybe buttons, magnets or hook-and-loop fasteners would be easier?

As for the shirt, idk that was just for fun. Maybe it changes colour/design based on the surrounding temperature?

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So YEAH that was my longer-than-expected idea dump for this week! Thank you for reading <3 If you have any thoughts or ways of expanding on these ideas please please please share them with me I'm just really excited to see what people think waaaaa!!! ok bye stay hydrated

#art #artists on tumblr #solarpunk #solarpunk aesthetic week #winter solstice #no im not late im not I M NOT #fashion #roobiedoodle #tl simmer #i did not intend for it to be her but she looks similar enough! should use my OCs as models more often actually

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Dance With Me? [Part 2] (Once Upon a December) ~William Afton/Steve Raglan x F! Reader~

~Sorry it is so late after Christmas, but I have been plagued by idea bunnies and university work, so...happy belated Christmas?~

@ruh--roh-raggy @moonbanana-library

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

CW: Slight angst, stalking, mentions of violence and blood, attempted sexual assault, fluff

William had been missing from your walks home for the past few days, and you had begun to wonder if perhaps he was angry at you for not somehow communicating that you wouldn't be walking home that night you caught a lift from Steve Raglan. The idea of him being mad sent a sinking feeling into your stomach, twisting over itself nervously as you glanced towards the darkened office windows to try and spot that waving hand, or even a note left in the cold dew.

But the lack of anything made tears prick at your eyes. Perhaps the man had gotten bored of you now that you were aware of him? Trudging through the snow back home slowly, you couldn't believe you'd been forced to work Christmas Eve when most people got to finish the day before. A pang went through your chest as a thought occurred to you. What if William had a family? The thought made you sick and sad, walking a little slower still as you turned the corner onto your road, sighing and shoving your hands deeper into the pockets of his coat, fingers curling around the well worn receipt inside.

Something caught your eye as you approached your house however, making you look up. Gasping and eyes widening in surprise as you began to walk a little more quickly, staring at your house with awe and confusion.

It was decorated.

And you didn't recognise half of the decorations used.

Your small little home had a beautiful holly wreath on the door with mistletoe and red ribbon in a perfect bow. Lights carefully strung across the eaves and even your ratty doormat had been replaced with a jolly red one with 'seasons greetings' written on it. Glancing through the window into your kitchen, you could make out more lights and something on the stove that you knew you didn't put there. You couldn't see the living room, but something about the way even the kitchen was done gave you Martha Stewart vibes.

Approaching the door, you unlocked it slowly, even more confused that it was locked still. Nobody else had the key. Carefully taking off your boots and placing them by the door, looking around carefully before you spotted some mistletoe hung just in the doorway towards the rest of your house. Frowning slightly as you noticed a piece of purple cloth attached to it and a small envelope, standing on your toes to reach it and pull both down, feeling the cool silkiness of the cloth before you opened the letter.

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'I'm sorry I've been away, little bunny. But I had some things to sort out to make your Christmas special, and I didn't want to ruin any of the surprise.

Please put on this blindfold, I promise your whole house is decorated, and you'll see it soon. I thought it was very strange that somebody who seemed so excited for the holiday hadn't decorated their house, and sorry I didn't use your lights, they were very tangled.

-William'

~

The note made you smile, cradling it to your chest and feeling your cheeks heating up already before you placed it carefully on the small hall table, reaching up with the silky material and being careful to tie to around your eyes. Not too tight, and hopefully not catching any of your hair in the knot, but only able to see a haze of rich purple if you opened your eyes. Standing in the doorway, you waited, unsure of what to do as William's letter never covered what he wanted you to do afterwards.

You almost screamed, but certainly jumped when a pair of lips pressed to yours. Tensing up with your hands against the broad chest before the deep chuckle reached your ears and you felt a large hand gently stroking down the side of your face.

"Sorry, bunny. But I guess that means the blindfold is working." William's deep, rich voice hit your ears and you felt yourself melting, grateful that it was only him. Though you felt for his arm and smacked him lightly, earning another chuckle and you could almost hear the pout in his voice. "What was that for?"

"Scaring me, it's Christmas Eve, not Halloween!"

"You expect me to scare you on Halloween? What a terrible, terrible man I would be to scare something as sweet and pretty as you." He smirked, watching the way your head tipped to one side when he spoke adorably, as if tilting your head would allow you to hear him better, considering he'd temporarily taken one of your senses from you.

"Says the man who's first hug with me involved another man's blood." You teased, feeling William tense in front of you before he noticed the playful smile you gave him, realising you were comfortable with what had transpired between you and that you were simply playing with him.

"Well, yours is far too precious to spill. But, enough of that talk. Dinner is on the stove for us, and I've got a present under the tree for you for tomorrow." He smiled, watching your face light up even under the purple blindfold, his large fingers moving down your body and undoing the coat he'd given you, incredibly happy that you continued to wear it.

"You've even put up a tree?" You asked, incredulous as you felt the thick material of the coat moving off of your shoulders and allowing William to move it from your smaller frame, hearing another chuckle as he took your hand in his larger, rougher one. Thumb stroking over your knuckles as he carefully began to lead you towards your lounge.

You got the sense that there were plenty of lights in the space, hearing a log fire crackle which you assumed was playing on the TV since you didn't have a hearth, soft music playing in the background as you were led towards one part in particular. Reaching out with your free hand and feeling the waxy, fine needles of a pine tree and disrupting the sickly sweet sap scent that always felt so homely for some reason. William planted a kiss on the side of your head as you explored what was infront of you, he liked your dependency on him in a way. But he gave your hand a little squeeze before letting it go, reaching for a box on the side that he'd purposely placed there ready for that moment.

"I got us a little ornament, for our first Christmas together." He explained, glad you couldn't see the heat on his cheeks as he adjusted his gold-wire aviators and placed the box in your hand, watching you open it cautiously and feel the smooth globe beneath your fingers. "It's a snow-globe ornament. It's two people figure skating on a lake together, in a forest." Giving you a description and waiting for you to nod.

You held the cool glass to your chest for a moment, tears prickling at your eyes again as you could picture it, wondering how you ended up loving somebody so warm and thoughtful. Biting your lip, you reached out for his hand again and gently clasped it, turning your head towards him and smiling warmly.

"Can I have help placing it on the tree? I...I just don't want to ruin your beautiful decorating." William laughed, giving you another warm kiss onto your cheek before he shuffled around you, his chest to your back as he guided your hands to a conveniently empty place on the tree for just that purpose. He'd been planning how the entirety of the interaction would go for days afterall.

"It looks beautiful, bunny." He smiled, planting his chin ontop of your head and wrapping you up in his arms as you secured the ornament onto the tree, standing out a little from the rest he had brought for the occasion, but not too much at least.

Having you wrapped up in his arms again was perfect, and there wasn't much more that William could ask for, except that perhaps you would accept his gift for you and his appearance.

He'd checked with everybody in the office during his research, but everybody had held their cards close to their chest with the office secret santa coming up when they returned to work. But everyone he spoke to about it seemed to give him the same answer, confident he was lost in the crowd of people with the same information, and it wasn't like they wouldn't talk to others about such things either. Asking where to procure such an item.

They'd all been told you wanted the one thing you wanted since childhood.

Planting a kiss ontop of your head, he looked outside and frowned at the snow. Knowing that if it kept falling that he wouldn't be able to pull out of the secluded woodland track he'd parked on to keep his car from view. The thought of being snowed in with you thrilled him, as much as it caused him concern.

"We should eat soon, I've made a nice stew for us, I hope you enjoy it." Smiling up at him as you took his hand again and pressed a kiss to the skin, feeling him shudder slightly under your lips before you leaned your head back against his chest and feeling the way it rose and fell with each breath.

"I'm sure I will. It smells delicious already." He smiled at the compliment, giving another soft kiss before he took your hand and led you to the kitchen, grabbing some plates and cutlery for you as the wind picked up outside the cosy confines of your small home. How he wished you could be curled up with him in his own house, in front of a fire and love him like he loved you.

"Well then bunny, be careful, it's hot and I wouldn't want you to burn yourself." He warned lightly, beginning to dish up and guide you to a seat so you didn't have to worry about a thing whilst he was there with you.

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"That was amazing, thank you Will."

"Not a problem at all, I'm just glad you enjoy my cooking."

"I enjoy everything about you!" You laughed, hearing William join in your laughter as he put the dishes in the dishwasher and came back over to you, planting a kiss on your head and trailing it down your nose and onto your lips, making you squeak slightly as he groaned softly into it.

"What if I'm secretly ugly, and that's why I hide myself from you?" He teased, watching as your nose scrunched up adorable and you smacked his arm again, making the older man chuckle as he held you close.

"Oh yes, because I've based our entire relationship off of your looks! Clearly, you are a monster with whom I'll never get along." Rolling your eyes under the mask and shrieking in delight as William picked you up and spun you lightly, planting another few chaste kisses on your lips as he held you up in his arms for a moment before allowing your feet to find solid ground again.

"No need to be a tease, bunny. What can I say, I'm....nervous...about showing myself to something as pretty as you."

You kissed William this time, feeling him relax as your hands moved up his arms and wrapped around his neck slightly, allowing your bodies to press together lightly as he sighed contentedly. Planting soft pecks in between words as you spoke in a soft whisper just for him.

"And you don't think I'm nervous about whether you'll put up with me?"

"That's different, and you know it."

"Hypocrite."

"Never said I wasn't." He chuckled, holding you close as he looked out at the snow again, knowing that it was verging on far too deep to go anywhere, but the soft touch of your hand before your fingers laced with his brought him out of his thoughts, his brow furrowing as he noticed your little frown, clearly in your own thoughts as you took a deep breath and steadied yourself.

"William...Would you...like to stay the night? I don't know if it's kept snowing, but...I don't want to say goodbye..not if I can help it." Your words melted him, and he smiled as he kissed you softly once again.

"That sounds wonderful to me. I'll stay, and then we can celebrate Christmas together."

The way your body lit up at his words was adorable to him, and he cradled you close for a few moments in a strong, warm hug. The feeling of your smaller frame in his arms felt right, and he was damned if he was going to relinquish any opportunity to hold you for more time, to kiss you softly and admire the way the lights caught your features so prettily.

If he had his way, you would never leave his side again.

"This sounds silly...but would you like to dance with me?" He asked suddenly, making you pause as your cheeks heated up and you nodded slowly, holding onto him for guidance as you allowed him to guide you and he left you in the middle of a safe, cleared space. Fiddling with your CD player before a soft version of 'baby it's cold outside' came on and left you smiling.

"How appropriate."

"I thought so too. You'll have to excuse me, I only know more...formal..dances." He cringed to himself, trying not to give away his age compared to yours as you laughed, making him raise an eyebrow as your fingers found his as his other hand settled on the small of your back.

"Don't worry, I only know how to waltz, so you'll have to put up with that." He laughed as he began to lead the steps for a more relaxed version of that very dance. Humming softly as he held you close and let your head rest on his chest as you danced in the small space.

Not being able to see to dance was a little confusing, and you found yourself getting dizzy quickly, holding on tightly to William for support and to orient yourself as you the twirls and smooth movements of the dance took hold and left you breathless. The smell of his cologne taking over your senses, eyes feeling heavy now that you were full and relaxed in your mysterious man's arms, letting him move your body to the music before the song came to an end. Both breathing a little heavily as you parted and you stumbled, feeling his strong hands catch your arms and hold onto you with an embarrassed laugh.

"Guess I should have thought about how you might get dizzy."

"Asshole."

"Maybe, but would you change me?"

"Never."

Content with that, William scooped you up, hearing you shriek with laughter again as your arms wrapped around his neck and you held him close. Smiling brightly as he carried you through your house and what felt like into your bedroom, cheeks heating up as you briefly had flashes of what he might potentially do to you as he set you down on the bed before he wandered off and left you with your thoughts.

"Do you want me to leave so you can pick out something comfy, or do you mind if I pick?" He asked, making you jump slightly and giving you a moment to think about it. Biting your lip before you leaned back on the soft sheets and hummed quietly, looking towards his general direction.

"You can pick something out, there should be some sweatpants and a t-shirt or something in the same part of the wardrobe. Men's clothes are comfy." He laughed at your explanation, rummaging through the drawers until he found what he was looking for. Picking out something for himself as well as finding a fairly matching pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt for yourself. Placing them on your stomach gently before he planted a kiss on your lips with a smile.

"I'm going to change in the bathroom, I won't be long, just put your blindfold back on when you're done and knock on the door, I'll come collect you." Giving another quick kiss before he took the clothes and let himself out of the room, knowing it would do you some good to give your eyes a reprieve from being blindfolded too.

He couldn't wait to cuddle with you properly.

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The rest of the evening had been spent pretty lazily, curled up together and idly chatting about things in your life whilst skirting around things in William's. Though you had learnt some new things about him, which made you happy.

His favourite colour was purple, and he liked rabbits. He wore glasses most of the time, although he didn't need them, he liked the look of them. He preferred to have some form of beard, and he wasn't often in comfortable clothing. Chalking it up to a more strict upbringing, it was more comfortable to him to be formal.

But as you woke up slowly, you fluttered your eyes open and found yourself staring at the wall. Unsure of when you had been moved into your room, the warmth and weight against your back told you that William had probably carried you. His large arm draped over your side and the other under the pillow beneath your head, as if pulling you as close as physically possible even as the deep, even breaths told you that he was still asleep.

Closing your eyes, you turned around in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Hearing a deep rumble in his chest as his lips moved sleepily back against yours, pressing you closer against his larger body and breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Smiling warmly and still half-asleep as he felt you against him, heart pounding and opening his eyes to check that yours were closed still. Giving another gentle kiss and hearing a sweet moan from your lips, making his heart flutter as he planted another one just shy of your lips.

"Good morning, bunny." He sleepily greeted you, making you giggle as you cuddled up to him, hands resting on his broad chest and feeling the muscles beneath the thin t-shirt.

"Good morning, handsome."

"You don't know how long I've dreamed of something like this." He whispered, making you giggle as you curled up against him and felt him shift in the bed, whining as his warmth left you before you felt the cool silk being tied carefully around your eyes again, heart pounding slightly as you opened your eyes and felt his lips pressed to yours. "Merry Christmas, little bunny."

"Merry Christmas, William." you smiled, taking another kiss from him as he wrapped his arms around you once again, giggling as he picked you up so easily and cradled you against him and brought you through to the lounge.

He was glad you were a heavy sleeper, he'd been able to make breakfast for you before you'd even woken up and he just needed to finish it off so you could eat. He felt excited to be so homey with you, something he wasn't sure he would ever achieve as William again. Part of him was afraid he'd have to live as Steve forever, but with you, it seemed all too possible.

Seating you on the couch, he cooked waffles for you, making your mouth water as he carefully sat the warm plate on your lap after a few moments. Eagerly eating up as he assured you that he too was eating, though he was more of a coffee man. Luckily, you were able to hide the tiny smirk that fluttered across your face when he revealed that, focusing on eating and stilling your rapidly beating heart as you tried to figure out when best to reveal what your true present to him was.

After breakfast, William carefully picked up a package from under the tree. Handing the beautifully wrapped box to your curious hands as you gently shook it and listened, making him laugh.

"You're supposed to open it, not guess what it is before hand." He laughed, seeing your cheeks flush and a smile spread across your face as you joined in his giggle. Fingers carefully moving to try and open it from the confines of the smooth, waxy paper and silky ribbon.

"There should be a present under there for you too...if you wanted to open it now?" You suggested, heart pounding as you could hear the man let out a surprised breath, shuffling around until he found it and placed himself next to you, arm wrapping around the back of the couch and playing with your hair idly.

"I want to see you open yours first, if that's okay?"

"Of course, not like I can see you open yours." Earning an embarrassed chuckle as you finally located the tab that allowed you to open your gift. Pulling on it eagerly and diving into the box with concerningly little regard for what could be inside.

As your fingers touched something furry, you initially squealed and pulled back, before they more cautiously moved, feeling what it was since all you could see was purple from the cloth around your eyes. The silky feeling of the plush fur was cool under your fingertips, fluffy and velvety all at the same time as you paused, finding two little beads for eyes and a cold plastic nose. A soft gasp escaping your lips as you pulled it out and let the box tumble from your lap. Eyes watering as you felt the soft, long ears and little round tubes that formed the arms and legs of the plushie in your lap. The little bow-tie on his chest solidifying in your minds eye as to what it was.

"It's...oh my god it's a Spring-Bonnie!" Your voice wavered, William giving your shoulder a soft squeeze and kissing your head as you felt the hot tears running down your cheeks. He hadn't meant to make you cry, but the pride in his chest that he was the one to give you such a personal gift was undeniable. The moment that only the two of you would share, and the fact that he was personal to William too made it all the more sweeter in the man's mind.

"I hope you like it, I told you I have my ways of finding out." Chuckling as he idly played with the tag on his gift, barely paying attention to it as you tried to contain your excitement in hugging him. Planting kisses across the reachable parts of him, body trembling slightly. He thought it was cute, but you were quite nervous.

"W-Well... don't let me just cry...are you going to open yours?" William rolled his eyes at the request, feeling the package so you could hear the paper crinkle, much more messily wrapped before out of curiosity he glanced at the tag. Freezing as he saw what was written on it.

'To: Steve William'

His chest tightened and he felt like all the colour had drained from his face, pulse pounding in his ears as he felt your fingers move against his arm and find his as they held the tag. Swallowing dryly as he glanced at you.

"Baby...what's...what's this?"

"Well, I didn't know if you... wanted to still be called William, or if you prefered Steve. I mean, you go by both each time I see you, so..." Shyly smiling as you felt him moving to stand up and quickly taking his hand, encouraging him to stay with you. Your own heart pounding nervously.

"I don't-"

"I know it's you. You got me Spring-Bonnie, it just confirmed something I'd suspected for a few days now." You spoke quietly, forcing him to stay near you as you spoke, his body still tense as he stared at you.

"No, no you told everybody in the office-"

"And you were told when you asked that I'd said about the one thing I've always wanted but never elaborated?" William felt his breathing become shakey as he realised you were right. They had never explicitly said what the item was, and he'd struggled to get access to the search history of the office to check what people might be searching for gift wise. The realisation set in quickly, and it terrified him.

And it made him proud.

"You...You set me up so you could figure it all out." He breathed, watching as you slowly nodded your head and reached up, undoing the purple cloth and blinking rapidly as your eyes once again adjusted to the light. Seeing him as himself for the first time. William's handsome face contorted into confusion and a little hurt with something you couldn't quite make out in his eyes.

"I'm sorry but...I wanted to see you. And...I don't want you to have to hide in my footsteps anymore." Your voice was cracking, tears threatening to spill as you sat back, clutching onto your new plushie with white knuckles as you avoided his silvery eyes. Curling protectively around the toy. "You're the only one who knew what I really wanted. You were the only one who got the real thing I wished for."

His heart melted to see you so vulnerable, laying yourself bare for his scrutiny and his emotion. Clutching onto the lifeline you'd asked for of him, and avoiding his eyes like you might see anger in them. William wasn't sure he could be angry at you, and the more he thought about it, the more impressed he became on how you'd set up the whole thing to figure him out right under his nose.

Carefully, the taller, older man shuffled over and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and kissing the top of your head tenderly.

"It's a poor thing to cry on Christmas Day." He smiled softly, making you laugh as one arm relinquished its death grip on the plushie and wrapped around him too, holding him close for comfort. "You don't...find me...too old? Or repulsive?"

"Again, blood...my nice dress? Pretty sure you killed that guy from work too at this point." You said, parting from his iron-embrace to look up at him and cup his cheek, thumb stroking over the greying beard with a reassuring smile.

"For a while when I was unsure you were...you... I-I felt really guilty for finding you handsome."

William blinked and laughed at the absurdity of it, although he knew he was one to talk since he'd gotten jealous of himself previously when you talked about him. Grabbing you, he made you yelp as he brought you into his lap and held you close, fingers cupping your chin lightly as he searched your eyes before his body began to relax. Watching the heat spread across your cheeks with satisfaction as he leaned in and kissed just besides your mouth teasingly.

"Then...would you mind seeing this face more often? You'd have to keep calling me Steve at work, little bunny. But I promise one day, I'll give you an explanation." You smiled warmly, leaning in and claiming his lips in a sweet kiss. His lips moving against yours with a soft grunt of approval as his hands gently moved down your body and landed on your hips, holding you in place so close to him.

"As long as I get to be yours."

"No doubt, and with the bonus that I get to actually buy you pretty things without hiding."

"That goes both ways, mister." You laughed, shrieking as he playfully grinned and tickled you, making you squirm before he placed a soft kiss against your neck, squeezing you in tightly with a hug and letting his warm breath caress the sensitive skin.

"Sure sure... So, you'll be mine?"

"Forever."

"That's my brilliant little bunny. But, I think we should do one more thing today."

"Oh?"

"Will you dance with me?"

~~

Your coat was neatly buttoned up as you waited by the front door to the office, not bothering to look out as you waited to be picked up. Several co-workers looking at you with curious side-eyes before one of the gossips that you couldn't remember the name of came up to you, tossing her glossy hair over her shoulder.

"So, are you not walking home today?" You smiled at her question, hands in pockets as you shrugged and felt your cheeks colouring slightly. No matter how many times you thought of it, the feeling was still strange as your stomach fluttered nervously.

"Nope, being given a lift home by my boyfriend."

"Oooo, so we all get to finally see the mystery man! Well, he might see somebody a little prettier whilst he's here, since it doesn't seem like he gets out much." She 'whispered' in the way that one might do when they purposely want to be overheard. But your smile only grew wider at the teasing, shrugging your shoulders and looking over her shoulder briefly.

"I firmly doubt he would. And no, he doesn't socialise much, especially with gossips." The woman spun on a dime with eyes wide as Steve Raglan stood behind her. Being handed two sealed envelopes as the man tucked the purple scarf that had suddenly appeared after Christmas over his shoulder, adjusting his aviators before he glanced at you reassuringly.

"Mr. Raglan!"

"Consider this our two weeks notice, I'm afraid me and the young lady here will be leaving the office due to...conflict of interests." He tutted, before walking forwards, waiting for you to untuck a hand from your pocket and both of you feeling a little satisfaction as your fingers laced with his and produced a gasp from the office. Whispers abound as he held open the door for you, letting you both out into the cold.

As the door closed behind the both of you, you knew that the whole office would be alight in gossip, but you didn't care as you stopped besides his car to give him a quick peck on the lips, making the older man smile broadly.

"Did you have to do such a dramatic exit?"

"She's lucky that there were witnesses, I don't take kindly to insults about myself, let alone you bunny." You sighed and reached up to tuck a stray strand of his hair back as you shook your head lightly. Smiling warmly before you placed another soft kiss on his lips, letting him open the car door afterwards.

"So...Where will we go after this?"

"You know... I feel like Hurricane, Utah is pretty nice. And plus, it still has a Freddy's building. The original." He explained, feeling amused as your face lit up at the mention of your shared passion. William hadn't revealed the dark past to you yet, but he was sure that you would be all accepting of him under the right persuasion. It wasn't like he didn't know how to make you melt like putty, just as you knew how to do to him.

"To new adventures."

"To new adventures." He agreed, staring the car and taking your hand, thumb stroking over the knuckles as both of you thought how you had never been so happy.

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So, the first week of Tsukutabe season 2 is behind us!! 4 new episodes out, and I'm just so delighted to have them on screen again, both with the old charm and warmth, and a fresh feeling of novelty. Not just with the new characters - it really feels as if the whole series has gotten an upgrade. New locations, more fluid and fancy editing with the new opening sequence. Plus, Sayama got a haircut! I also really loved the throwback to the very first episode of Nomoto speaking to the wall in a dramatic fashion. It really gives the impression of "We're back!!"!

Speaking of Sayama, I love that she was kept around as a character, despite her not being in the original manga. It's nice to have her carry over from season 1 and be a buddy to Nomoto after she's already made such a big impact on her and been so supportive of her journey before. And also, she's just a fun character :D I am curious however how much she and Yako will both help Nomoto with her self-discovery - in the manga, Nomoto has no friends except for Kasuga and then Yako (& Sena), so all of her talking about her sexuality is with Yako, who is a lesbian herself, versus now all these talks about love and dating have been with Sayama, who is straight. I'm curious to see what they do with all of that.

The biggest new thing so far has been the introduction of new character Nagumo Sena, the middle neighbor! And I'm seriously so happy with what they've done with her in these 3 episodes she's been in now. She's exactly as quiet, awkward, and nervous as I imagined her to be, without it feeling over the top or cringey. She's just an anxious kid, but I feel that she's really gonna open up. Her 1on1 interactions with Kasuga are cute, and awkward too, the two of them are just both so alike and quiet that it made me chuckle a bit. Still, Kasuga immediately gives off the feeling of wanting to take care of her too, and it's gonna be really nice watching them become friends.

On a smaller scale, obviously we're gonna be putting our two mains through the ringer again. Nomoto is already going through it, giving her personal journey more and more thought as she delves deeper into lesbian culture (I guess?). Watching movies (and crying about it, she is so me), connecting with others on social media, and seriously thinking about her feelings for Kasuga and how far they go. Similarily, Kasuga is (probably? hopefully?) gonna have her own big story arc this season, some of which has already been teased for next week. I'm so excited for that to play out and see how they adapt it.

It's also nice to see the two of them in slightly new formations. With new characters joining the gang and with their relationship becoming tighter and tighter, now they speak in unison more often, spur each other on, talk honestly to each other... and stand shoulder to shoulder, a shot that we haven't seen much yet but that I just love!! (height difference...)

I'm so glad the show is back and better than ever. The girls are cooking. Literally. And also falling in love of course.

#mono-loguing #tsukutabe #tsukutabe spoilers #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #jdrama #i think my favourite ep of this batch so far has been ep 13 or 14...

[sleepygenie-o]

You Guys Rest?

Sky Cotl x SAGAU again :>

Let's hop straight in!

Chrs Mentioned: The Archons (Venti, Ei, Zhongli, and Nahida), You (2nd person), unspecified Moth Skid (sky kid)

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You are your usual Sky kid, with the new Season of AURORA out, (Where through the grapevine, heard that you get to literally meet GOD.) you've been hard at work farming for candles.

Especially Eden candles for height spells! .. Yeah you used them up trying to get taller.

On your way to the current known location of a Red Shard Event, which is in the Village of Dreams, you encounter a Moth, well, not really. They seem to understand the world enough and are apparently still getting used to seasons.

As you both converse, you're waiting for the eruption with the Sky kid as you give them advice on how to purify it since as stated, they're still getting used to it.

Once the eruptions roll in, you notice 4 gold stars rolling in too. You would assume that it's more sky kids that either are born or being re-born but..

They crash land right near you. The eruption happening at the same time. In a panic you tell the Sky Kid to move the weird dressed sky kids to a safe zone while you purified the darkness.

...

Venti is the first to wake up, instantly waking the others.

The sight was beautiful, but the situation wasn't. There were some sky kids sheltered in the stage with them, a blue person (one of the Performance Spirits) seemed to be healing a few.

A majority of them had one similar trait, simply done hair and a brown cape with 1 star at the back. Asking the spirit what's going on prompts the response of:

"Some advanced Sky kids brought a bunch of moths here to prepare for the purification of the eruption"

Excuse them as they remain confused the wHAT?!

After a good hour of finding the way out and to the village of Dreams it's.. a bit chaotic.

"CALL OVER HERE IM TRYING OT BURN S*HONK*T"

"AAAAAAAA-"

"WHO KEEPS DYING I CAN'T KEEP SAVING YOU?!"

Among the yelling children is another yelling child, you. You were flying up to get the flying dark plants, activating pre-prepared and placed shared memories to signal the mutated crabs. Even using yourself as bait while the rest continued to burn the darkness away.

What are you doing there, your grace?! You could get hurt!!

Venti and Ei were about to march over there if it weren't for Zhongli and Nahida holding them back. Don't worry Zhongli activated his shield, they're safe.

As the final act ensues (collecting the fragments of light), they watch you maneuver through the floating red crystals to get the.. glowing.. mantas??

As the final memory if collected, they all condense into one and bless the sky children.

As much as they want to approach you, it seems you're a bit occupied..

"Aiya..!! That was harder than I thought!"

"Really? It was actually kinda easy.. you all are so loud-"

"I still have to head to the stadium to see some of the spirits. Are you guys excited for the concert?"

"Pfft-! Obviously! Who wouldn't wanna meet someone who is probably our God?" Wait wHAT?!

"That IS still speculation.. we're still unsure if AURORA is Megabird and-"

"Okay okay theorists of the future we get it, let's enjoy the fun while it lasts. We have like..2 days to prepare for the concert." (psst! You can imagine yourself saying any of these dialogues)

..Congrats! You broke them.

There is a God above you?! Higher than you?! That can't be possible!!

...Well.. you do look like a child.. maybe your mother..?

They'll take this info with a grain of salt. And hopefully not freak out.

Taglist: (It's been so long- ;-;)

@karmawonders , @chocogi , @bk-4-trash-fire

#sagau reverse isekai #genshin sagau #sagau #crossover #more crossovers #even more crossovers. #sagau/SAGAU/Cult AU crossovers #Sky COTL #Can't really be considered spoilers since it's been a while- #But to be safe I'll tag- #sky cotl spoilers #Zhongli #Venti #Ei/Baal/Raiden #Nahida/Kusanali #x reader

[shewolf-sinclair]

OKAY this post is gonna be long, bear with me.

Wednesday s2 is in production. here are my thoughts + what we know so far. -> anything in bold is my personal opinions and annectdotes. regular text is confirmed information. I will color code this by character and list in order of appearance in post. (percy hynes white/xavier addressed in italics. it is its own thing kinda)

Tyler

Bianca

Xavier

Yoko

Addams Family

Ajax - also listed eugene and pugsley (related information)

New Sheriff - Enid - Divina&Kent - Barry Dort - Dr. Fairburn (i am running out of colors so they don’t get one/each only has one mention/not much information.)

Capri

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New headmaster - who???

Stalker arc - so excited, is it someone old or new? (see yoko)

New mayor? -> What’s the deal with lucas? I hope to see him return as he became really interesting towards the end, in his interactions with Bianca and suggested past with tyler. His actor is not listed on any casting announcements, he (iman) is however interacting with the announcements on social media.

New Sheriff! Donovan Galpin’s actor is only listed as gueststarring, yet the deputy from last season is listed as recurring and in the cast picture with all the regulars for the season. This suggests donovan is stepping down or something and we will have a new sheriff for Wednesday to butt heads with during her investigation. however donovan isn’t entirely gone, suggesting he still has some part to play in story progression — likely involved with Tylers S2 story.

TYLER!! if you follow my blog for a while you’ll know I’m the tyler apologist ever. I wholeheartedly believe he was innocent (yes he did the crimes but like. mind control. i’ll link the thread here and bottom of post) personally I’m hoping we get a redemption arc. We know that hunter doohan is a season regular and major player based on his spot on the cast list. He broke out last season.. but how/why? I’m excited to see more of tyler. i love him sm you guys. -> thornhill is not coming back, as christina ricci is not listed and is seemingly univolved. the general consensus is thornhill died in her last few minutes of screentime though nothing on that was ever confirmed. I am looking foward to confirmation and what that means for Tyler, not having a master to force him to kill and all (again, ties into my previous point and I have evidence for why this in particular is important) (see bottom of this post)

Moving on: Bianca. Joy Sunday is listed as a series regular and a major player. After last seasons ending, I am excited to (hopefully) see the continuation of her growth and development away from being a bully and also hear more of her backstory with her mom and ‘morning song’.

That being said, nightshades. Percy Hynes White is confirmed to be not returning, neither percy nor netflix has made a statement, and we are unsure if this decision was percy’s or netfix’s. We do not know if Xavier is to be written out or was recast. -> Naomi (yoko) is also not returning. Naomi made a statement on instagram as to why. However, she was in last season’s promotional materials which suggests she was intended to be important. there were many theories she was the stalker. Here’s to hoping for a S3 return!-> the dias-watson twins (divina and kent) are not listed on any casting announcements nor have the twins posted anything regarding the production announcements. However, nothing has been confirmed regarding their return and no statements have been made. -> we don’t know what this means for the nightshades but I hope to see more of them this season, including inducting ajax and enid. maybe pugsley and eugene, who are both set to be series regulars - as is ajax. Personally ajax is one of my favorite characters and I am excited for him to play a bigger part in the story. enjax truthers unite!

Addams family members are also set to return. Morticia and Gomez are now considered series regulars according to the production announcements. Additionally, we will be seeing Grandmamma and Fester (Fred Armisen) as guest starring characters. The 90’s actor of fester is also confirmed to be making an appearance, though no character name has been announced.

STEVE BUSCEMI?! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE HELLO??? (I love him guys he’s so silly) -> Several other new cast members has been announced. Steve Buscemi is confirmed to be playing someone named Barry Dort, we have no further information on the character. Thandiwe Newton is confirmed to be playing someone named Dr. Fairburn, we have no other information on the character. Based on the gueststar status and Dr. in the name, there are many theories that they will be the new therapist, but nothing is confirmed. We also have Billie Piper as Capri. no further official information. I am so excited to meet this capri!! All I can say is that I doubt they will be the new headmaster because what headmaster has only a first name?? However, they also likely won’t be a new student because it’s Billie Piper, who is the same age as the other adult characters’ actors in the show whereas the students’ actors are in their 20’s/early 30’s. I think there’s a good chance they’re a siren as Capri is an tropical island. (please be morning song pleaseeee I’m desperate) -> three members of our new cast have no character names (Evie Templeton, Noah B. Taylor, Owen Painter) There are RUMORS (nothing confirmed) That Taylor or Painter may be Xavier recasts. -> All of these new cast members (besides Newton who is a gueststar I think probably a new therapist to replace kinbott) are listed as reoccurring, with Steve Buscemi listed directly under Jenna Ortega and above Emma Myers on the cast list, suggesting he has a major role. Earlier this year there were rumors or Buscemi’s casting, with people suggesting he may play the new headmaster. THIS IS JUST A RUMOR at this time. There was speculation that Weems (Gwendoline Christie) may still be alive, but with Christie being seemingly uninvolved it is likely to be false speculation. There are more new cast members plying unnamed characters, listed as gueststars.

AND YES, THING IS RETURNING!!!

They will not be filming in Romania again. The majority of the show was not done on soundstage. and was filmed in and around real buildings in romania. This means they have to duplicate everything as a soundstage, possibly limiting some filming capabilities. They are, instead, filming in Ireland.

Lastly, we have the title for Episode 1: Here we woe again.

This is all for now!! Please let me know if you have more CONFIRMED information (i will add it to this post and tag you!) or have questions on anything mentioned. I will be sharing more as things come out.

My sources include: Season 1 references, Netflix’s official instagram, The cast’s official instagrams, and these articles.

if you want my comments on tyler: (be prepared it is literally a thought dump and not organized and composed like this post. i may properly write it out at a later date idk yet)

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #tyler galpin #wednesday addams #wednesday tv series #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #bianca barclay #eugene ottinger #pugsley addams #morticia addams #gomez addams #wednesday season 2 #HOLY SHIT I AM SO EXCITED

[claimedcrossbows]

Wednesday Season 2 Tyler's Redemption is coming

Okay so i'm going to give you my full reasoning as to why I think Tyler will more than likely have a redemption arc. Now, I say this not just because I want Wednesday and Tyler to reunite. But i'm looking at this from a writers perspective.

I am majoring in Journalism, and am going for a minor in film studies. And from that perspective i'm going to give you my reasoning as to why Tyler's redemption arc is coming.

For one, we know we're getting a season 2, and we also know that Hunter will be returning as Tyler because the end of season 1 set it up to look like Tyler escaped police custody. Ok, since we know that. What will Tyler's role be in another season since he's already outed as the villain?

Well they could keep him a villain, but honestly that wouldn't really be all that exciting because we already know he's the hyde, plus what would Tyler even do as a villain now that Thornhill is gone? Just mindlessly chase Wednesday down for revenge?

No, that does nothing to progress this character in any sort of way.

The Second option is Tyler is going to be on the run from the cops, so who might he turn too? The only person he can think of that isn't scared of him, and is smart enough to get him help. Wednesday. Now, I feel like at some point Tyler is going to have to have a serious decision on his hands, and I think that's going to be him asking Wednesday to help him either gain control of his hyde, or asking her to look deeper into his mothers past as a hyde. Both of those option could very well happen, and of course this path will lead to them having to work together to figure out Tyler Galpin's family history.

The Third Option that I think is also likely and could coincide with option 2, is that Wednesday will need Tyler's help at some point to confront her Stalker. I don't know who Wednesday's stalker is at this point, but I have a feeling that once we find out, it's gonna be a all hands on deck kind of situation, and rather Wednesday likes it or not, she's going to need Tyler Galpin's help.

Also, since we got no clear conversation between Tyler and his dad last season after everything that went down, we are definitely due for a heavy discussion between Tyler and his dad, that will hopefully mend their relationship a bit.

Now where do I think all of this will lead up to by the end of season 2?

Well, whatever happens in season 2, I have a strong feeling that Tyler Galpin is going to have a HUGE moment in saving the day. His redemption would have to be huge, because I don't see him going back to prison for the rest of his life. He's probably going to help Wednesday save the city of Jericho, and either gain control of his hyde, or lose the ability all together, whatever it is, Tyler's got to have a redemption arc.

Not to mention it was also mentioned by the writers that he is going to figure out how he really felt being a hyde, and how he really feels about Wednesday, this really makes me think that there is definitely going to be an emotional battle within him this upcoming season.

Now rather Wednesday and Tyler end up together is up in the air, but at the very least I think by the end of season 2 they will definitely be friends again.

And hey, maybe he can even live with the Addams family after he's officially released from prison.

But anyway that's just my theory from a writers perspective.

#tyler galpin #wednesday x tyler #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #weyler #wyler #theory

[walesfootball]

Injury in Paradise - Alexia x Reader

Alexia fouls Y/N during the Champions League Quarter Finals.

I'm so new to this! I love reading the other WoSo imagines and thought I'd give it a go too. Absolutely terrified, but I hope you like it. Let me know what you think!

Arsenal were through to the quarter finals of the Champions League, after coming first in their group. Scraping past Wolfsburg, thrashing Hoffenheim, and cruising past Benfica. The players, the staff, the critics, and the fans all knew it was possible to come first in the group stage. You’d played every game, every minute. Your job as a midfielder was to create those goals, and even score some if you could. The joy and pride you felt playing on different pitches and your own week in week out was unbeatable. You were living the dream, your dream.

The first leg of the quarter final game was going to be difficult. Everyone knew it. Every player, every staff member, every critic, and every fan knew it. Barcelona. The team who were expected to win the competition. You were sat in the dressing room with the Arsenal kit on that you loved so much on your body. You felt nervous, of course, but most importantly, excited. Not only were you playing in the stadium you spent your childhood at, watching the Arsenal men’s team playing. You were playing at the Emirates Stadium. The noise was deafening already, reaching your ears in the dressing room. You looked around the room at some of your best friends. Leah with the classic serious look on her face, Kim in full captain mode as she counsels the younger players who are feeling the pressure, and Frida who is pacing up and down the room because she’s never been one to sit still.

“Let’s go girls!” Kim instructs everyone to get out of their heads, and to play the game of their lives for a club that meant so much to everyone.

You walked out slowly behind Viv, who took her time getting to the tunnel. The Barcelona players were already there, head-to-toe in their yellow away kit. The Barcelona players notice the shuffling coming from beside them and chancing a look, seeing you and smiling straight away. You’d spent the season on loan at the club last season and felt proud of them for making it this far, not that it was ever in any doubt. You smiled back at all of them, offering your hand out to high-five and shake their hands. One person you were looking for who you knew was at the front of the queue. Alexia. She was watching you making your way through all of the players. A soft smile adorned her face as she watches you laugh along with whatever Mapi had told you.

The season-long loan at Barcelona had taught you so much. You needed the opportunity to play more minutes, and Barcelona were willing to give that to you due to the amount of players out injured. You were assuming the roles that were missing, playing in defence to cover for Jana Fernández, and playing as a forward when Bruna and Asisat were injured. You were everywhere, scoring goals and stopping them. You’d spent a considerable amount of time with Alexia learning the ropes on and off the pitch. She showed you around Barcelona, helping you settle in your new flat, teaching you a little bit of Spanish, and linking up with you on the pitch. She’d asked you out halfway through your duration at Barcelona. The both of you clicked straight away, not spending a moment without the other by their side. The team were used to it. Wherever you were, Alexia wasn’t far behind, and vice versa.

You wanted to be back at Barcelona, but Arsenal wanted you back after the fantastic season at Barcelona, helping them win the league, the Copa de la Reina, and the Champions League. You were happy to be back at Arsenal, but you’d found a new life out in Spain. Your plan was to play out your 2-year contract at Arsenal and hopefully move back, if they’d have you of course.

You looked up to find Alexia staring. A blush instantly creeping onto your cheeks. The constant effect she had on you. You reached out your hand to her too, wanting to feel her soft touch. She pulled you into her instead, hugging you tightly.

“Good luck, mi amor.” She whispered into your ear, holding the back of your head.

“And you. But not too much, because I really want to win.” You laughed, causing her to chuckle along with you. Shaking her head, she quickly kissed your shoulder softly and letting you go. You stood in line with your team, looking back at her to find her still looking at you. You winked. Her turn to blush.

“You two have definitely fucked, right?” Katie asked, subtle as ever.

“No. We’re just friends.”

“Really good friends by the looks of things.” She smiled devilishly at you, as you turned red yet again.

“The Spanish are an affectionate bunch.”

“I’m sure they are. No one else looks at you like that though.”

You said nothing, not giving her the satisfaction of an answer. You hadn’t said anything to the Arsenal players. You were a quiet person, someone who kept themselves to themselves. You liked a private life, and so did Alexia. It wasn’t that you wanted to keep it a secret, the both of you were just content with life for once; happy.

Katie gave you a slight push as the teams made their way out to the pitch. You looked around at the Emirates, looking around at the crowd. This is what you worked for. As you were listening to the Champions League music, your eyes became cloudy, your younger self wouldn’t believe this. You remember talking to Alexia about this last night over FaceTime.

“I’m so excited to play at the Emirates. That’s like you playing at the Camp Nou. You never think it’s going to happen, and suddenly it does.”

“I’m so proud of you, amor. I can’t wait to play against you, even though I’d rather it be with you.”

You gave her a shy smile and buried your head into the pillow, “I can’t wait either. I’d love it if we both won.”

Alexia laughs at this, knowing it can’t be possible. The both of you looked at each other, both tired from the training of the day.

“I miss you. And I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Whatever the result, I’ll just be happy to see you.” You yawned, followed by Alexia yawning back.

———

The game was a hard-fought one throughout. Flying tackles, missed opportunities, and frustration. You are itching for an opportunity on goal, either for you or for one of your teammates.

Kim passes a through ball to you as you move up the pitch. Running as fast as you could, Mapi wipes you out on the floor before you could even look up to pass or shoot the ball. You were lying on your stomach, hands bunched into fists, the irritation evident. Mapi taps your back before getting back into position. She knew how quick you were and how clever you could be on the ball. The tackles aimed at you were getting too much, getting you angry. Caitlin helps you up off the floor, and the referee signalling a throw-in to Arsenal.

You pull your socks up with a new fire in you. The ball is back in play. Steph runs with the ball, looking around for support as she’s swarmed by Barcelona players. She finds Kim, who quickly passes to you. You run again. Looking up this time to find Viv on your left and Stina on your right. Your right foot reaches behind you, about to float the ball in the air to Stina, when it’s your own body floating in the air instead. Pain. It’s the only thing on your mind. The pride, joy and frustration disappears, and your focus is only on your ankle.

Your hear the whistle, you hear shouting, but you hear her voice. Alexia.

“Amor. Amor. I’m so sorry. Lo siento. I didn’t mean-" Alexia is interrupted when Leah is up in her face, pushing her away.

“You did that on purpose! Back off!”

“No, I promise. I didn’t mean it. Y/N…” Alexia almost on the verge of tears.

To Leah’s surprise, it’s Katie who pulls her away from Alexia, “Leave her.”

You’re still on the ground, clutching at your ankle which seems to be hurting more and more. You’d heard the commotion, but your voice was stuck in your throat. You couldn’t speak. You needed her though. You needed to hear her voice closer, and to feel her touch.

“You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. Just breathe for me.” Steph was holding your hand, trying to take your mind off the pain.

The medics come running on, squatting down to your side. They began pressing your ankle, each touch torturing you. They were asking questions, you could only nod or shake your head. They signalled for a stretcher.

Alexia stood as close as she could, away from Leah who was guarding you like a Rottweiler. Kim was talking to the referee asking for a card to be given to Alexia who kind of wanted a red card just so she could go with you and make sure you were okay.

Mariona had gone to lean down with Steph to check if you were okay.

“How are you, amiga?” She stroked your hair as she gave you an sympathetic look.

“It’s not good. Where’s Ale?”

“Over there. They’re not letting her through. She tackled you.”

“Tell her it’s okay. That I’m okay.”

“She won’t believe me, or you for that matter.”

You wanted to laugh, or even smile, but couldn’t bring yourself to.

“Am I missing something here?” Steph looked between you and Mariona, confused.

“Let’s get you on the stretcher, Y/N.” One of the medics said, before either of you could answer her.

As you were moved onto the stretcher with your ankle strapped up, Mariona had gone over to Alexia to relay the news she’d heard from you and the medics. They couldn’t tell if it was a fracture or a sprain due to the swelling and bruising already forming. Alexia held her face in her hands. She couldn’t believe she hurt you like this, just yesterday you were excitedly talking about playing at the Emirates being your childhood dream come true.

The crowd applauded you off the pitch, your performance strong throughout the 70 minutes you were playing. You could only look up at the dark sky, hoping that it wasn’t as serious as it felt.

Alexia, on the other hand, felt hopeless. In fact, her energy had dropped. She could only think of you, worried about you and anxious of the outcome of what she had caused. The other Barcelona players watching her state, knowing she just needed to hang on for another 20 minutes before she could see you again. They knew how close you two were and couldn’t stand to see their captain like this. A yellow card was given and the game carried on.

The game dragged on. Alexia constantly looking up at the clock.

“Y/N will be okay. You know her, she’s strong.” Mapi reminded Alexia.

“I know. But I did this to her. This is my fault. She should be on this pitch playing.” Alexia spat angrily. Mapi didn’t take it personally, she gripped her shoulder and rubbed it gently.

Alexia fought with her emotions, playing now for you. Playing in the stadium that you’d always wanted to play in. A part of her was angry at herself for diving into that tackle so carelessly. She knew you’d pick out the perfect pass, it’s what you do. But there were other ways of stopping you. Were you actually angry at her and had lied to Mariona? Did you want to break up with her?

The whistle blew. Barcelona had won the game 2-0. Alexia couldn’t find it in her to celebrate, neither could some of your closest friends in the Barcelona team including Mariona. Alexia ignored the Arsenal players to make her way down the tunnel to find you. The Arsenal players watching her with interest.

Alexia found the medical room, hoping you were in there and hadn’t been moved to the hospital. She knocked the door and waited for a second, when the door swung open. One of the medical team had opened it, and she’d found you lying on the bed. She looked at your face, seeing a tired smile resting on your lips. She then looked down at your ankle which was strapped in a bandage. Crutches had been placed beside the bed. The member of the medical team had left the both of you in the room, closing the door after him. A tear strolled down her cheek.

You reached your hand out to her, exactly like you had in the tunnel before the game, “Come here, baby.”

Alexia walked slowly towards you, sitting down on the bed with your hand in hers, “I’m so sorry. I am so stupid. I didn’t mean to do it, I would never. But I wasn’t thinking and-" 

“Hey, hey, shh. It’s okay. I get it. Things like this happen in football. I’m not angry with you, okay?”

“But you should be. I could’ve ended your season, probably even your career.” Alexia wiped the tears that came streaming down her cheeks.

“Alexia. Please listen to me when I say this. I forgive you. I forgave you as soon as I landed on the ground. I could never be angry with you for long anyway. You mean too much to me,” you were holding her face with both of your hands. Alexia’s right hand had moved to your waist while the left held on to your arm to hold you in place, not wanting you to let her go.

“It’s a sprain. It’ll take a few weeks for it to heal properly, but it’s not the end of the season for me, and it’s definitely not the end of my career, okay? This is not your fault.” You tried to calm her worries, it seemingly working as she nodded her head.

“It’s just a sprain?” She asked.

“Yes. Just a sprain.”

“Vale (Okay). Can I look after you? Maybe you can do your rehab in Barcelona? And you can stay with me?”

You chuckled, “I’d love to. But only if they let me leave.”

“I’ll give them no choice,” she gave you a proper smile at last, “Te quiero, hermosa.” (I love you, beautiful)

“I love you so much. Don’t blame yourself for this.”

You leaned into her, kissing Alexia softly. She held onto you as gently as she could, lips soft and gentle as they intertwined with yours. Alexia pulls back and pulls you into her once more, kissing your cheek and hugging you protectively.

You’ll never let her live this down.

#woso imagine #alexia putellas #women’s football #woso x reader #Alexia Putellas imagines #Alexia Putellas x reader

[alexisnoir]

Turning poison into positivity

Now that I had time to process the last episode of season 2 of OFMD, took out my anger and frustration out on few dick-ish customers at work (they deserved it!), took on vaping in the span of one day (not very good for my health but that's just life). I can finally focus on the show itself and what I did love about it.

I loved it as a whole because we finally got what we fans yearned for for years sometimes, I know I have. Love between two characters without judgement of the outside, where their journey is not too colorized but painted in various color of life - like heartbreak, hurt, love, anger, sadness, hope, excitement and so on.

We finally got many characters we can relate to without fear of being told we see too much into something. What we see is what we get (most of the time but let's not let poison back in)

I enjoyed Roach this season, he was more sure of himself, tried to take command of the Blackbeards crew, be their balast so to speak.

Archie is very nice addition, I liked her character, she's a bit like me, doesn't hide from a fight and can kick ass when needs to but can be soft when needs too. What I missed this season is where and when they picked her up. Hopefully when Season 3 happens we will get that information and a bit more of her backstory

Zheng, well I don't know what to think of her, her character is okay, too short of a season to really pass out judgement. I neither loved her nor hated her. She was just there.

Absolutely fell in love with Wee John this season and his seagoddess Calypso! You can't not fall in love with him for that!

Stede and Ed both went through a journey. Stede of course from a child to a young adult and Ed from angry hurt man, to finding peace of mind, at least some form of a peace. He learned thanks to Fang how to center himself, how to quiet himself which in turn will help him keep his more negative emotions at bay.

The season as a whole was very good alas a bit too short but what can we do on cut budget right? If only I had million to spare I'd gladly pay for the next season myself and get 20+ 40 minutes episodes

What are my hopes for the next season?

Well, as I mentioned in one of my previous posts I'd love for Mary, Doug and the kids to come back and meet Ed and the rest of the crew.

Now that we know that the weasel of a prince is out there, I hope the Revenge crew alongside Stede and Ed will hunt him down and serve justice to him for what he did to Izzy. Hopefully it's going to be a theme for the next season - the REVENGE.

As to anything else...

a dance between Stede and Ed, we need to see that and since THAT LOOK of Ed's toward Stede at Lucius and Pete wedding, I can safely bet we would get a wedding dance between these two - if we are lucky

no more death

Izzy coming back

Stede and Ed taking on a responsibility for another person - a child. Just like Ed was somehow taken care of by pirates after running away after killing his father it would be interesting to see his take on someone young and in need with Stede helping him. Let's not forget Stede has some experience in taking care of for children

Stede and Ed renovating that shack into an Inn. I'd love to see some of the process, even as a montage

the Revenge crew visiting them on their island, getting them supplies, having parties etc

THE TALK - I need them to talk through their emotions, their grief

This is more like a speculation but I'd not be surprised if Ricky the dick went after Stede's family as a Revenge. Which paints a interesting plot IMHO

That is for now. I may or may not add something later, you will know if you find the word EDIT somewhere below in the future.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flags mean death #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd2 #taika waititi #rhys darby #con o'neill #stede bonnet #stede x blackbeard #stede ofmd #ed teach #edward teach #stede x ed #stede fucking bonnet #blackbeard #blackbonnet

[corseque]

Here because I love your writing (and might be a lil insane for Lucy/Ghoul) and I'm a fallout nerd, I would say the wiki is great for info on the lore BUT if you want to play the games and specifically want info on the conflicts/factions/locations of Fallout the series I would avoid at first Fallout 3 and 4. They are good games in their own respect but both happen in the east coast aka with the exception of the Brotherhood of Steel (and that is very dependant on who's Elder/ what chapter of the BoS you get) that is pretty much across the whole country and the Enclave there's nothing similar to what's going on in the west coast, there's no NCR for example. Fallout 4 is a good introduction because it's the newest one and so the gameplay is more modern but it happens in the Commonwealth and although timeline wise is the closest game to the date where Fallout the series starts, it shares like, no background elements with it. Fallout 3 has perhaps the most similar beginning story to Lucy's in the series, but it's worth noting that unlike 4 or New Vegas where you can "side" With a faction and see the inner workings of them, 3 kind of pushes you along a very straightforward story.

Fallout New Vegas would be the best starting point location and gameplay wise, as season 2 is gonna happen in the Mojave, it starts 15 years prior to the show and pretty much gets you up to speed in the factions that are in the area. It can be a little buggy (tbf there are no non-buggy Fallout games) and unlike F3 and F4 it doesn't handhold you as much about the main quest and rather lets you go wherever you like whenever. It also has that "western" vibe that is absent in both 3 and 4, and from the 3D Fallout games I would say it's the one that allows you the most freedom roleplay wise with your own character. Would be my go to for a first Fallout in this scenario.

Now if you wanted the most accurate vision of the events that happened in the past on the show timeline wise that would be the original Fallout 1 and 2. They are old (as games as well as in the timeline both happen respectively 135 and 55 years prior to the show) and gameplay wise it's like eating broken pieces of glass without a drop of water to help it get through but Shady Sands or Vault 12? That's where you get to actually be in there and see how they were and what happened. I have a soft spot for them and unlike the 3D Fallout 1 and 2 are connected through the protagonist sharing a familial bond, so it's kind of a continuation (but 2 can be played on its own too having read a summary of 1). Some of its themes have aged like spoiled milk left in the sun for an entire summer and Fallout 1 has a time limit (so does 2 but it's so forgiving it barely merits mentioning), so I really can't recommend them in good faith unless you've played the rest and truly feel like you want to experience that lore first hand or you love that kind of old school 2D isometric rpg from the 90's. Just beware that, specially Fallout 2 can get pretty dark (in a distasteful way let's just say) pretty fast, and playing as a woman is... Yup.

Sorry for the infodump and you can just ignore it, but I saw you on Twitter talking about where to get the details for fanfic writing porpuses and got excited lmao 💀

Thank you so much for the information, this is actually exactly what I was about to ask. The fact that 3 and 4 are on the East coast would have been weirdly disappointing for me to play first then

I actually can’t afford to start playing at the moment, but hopefully soon I’ll scrape something together. I think I’m leaning toward NV or 1 for the first one

#Fallout #I’ve gone insane in the membrane over an undead cowboy

[thefringespod]

Its #AudioDramaSunday once again my dear wanderers and there were so many good things listened to this weekend

Starting off with @thesiltverses because I'm about half way through season 2 and it's marvelous. Every ep leaves me going "Huh. That was fucked up!" in the best way!! Also Michelle Kelly was in one of the episodes I listened to this week and while her character does get brutally murdered she did a great job 🥰

@re-dracula has officially entered the list of podcasts that have made me cry at my desk at work. Even knowing what happens to Lucy I was still there, sobbing in front of a spreadsheet. Excellent excellent work by everyone involved

My beloved Shed GangTM has returned in Tiny Terrors which means its officially spooky season. Also there was a patreon episode that has been haunting me since I heard it. I love Tiny Terrors and can't wait to hear more from the Shed Gang

Speaking of patreon, patreon early access for @malevolentcast was this week and whooboy. Another fantastic episode from Malevolent and that is all I will say on that

At Louis @ethicstownpod'srec I listened to episode one of @thewyrdsidepodcast and wowowowowow. I need to finish the Silt Verses first so I can fully devote myself to the Wyrd Side but it's scratching that perfect spooky season/Ghost Files itch I adore it so much already

And of course we had @kingmakerpod triumphant return for season 2! I love this show so so much and this episode was so fucking fun. They sent my favorite criminals to prison and gods it was great. Brilliant foley work and sound designing this ep. Also @doctorloup . That is all.

On the Fringes front I'm starting to edit in earnest and gods this CAST!!! Writing is also underway for season 3 and its a hell of a ride so far :)

In other podcast news, writing is also underway for @forgedbondspod and im sending some emails to see if I can fill out the last 2 spots on my lead cast 👀 I'm so excited about this show! And I can't wait to announce the 2 cast members I've got already, yall are gonna love them

I'm training a new hire this week which means less podcast time at work but hopefully there will be enough time to Audiodrama Sunday next week

I've got a lot going on both with writing and with day job and I'm just

I'm in a really good spot and am so happy to see it

#tales from the fringes of reality #pines notes #recommendation post #audiodrama sunday #audio drama sunday

[whencallstheheart]

1) I wonder if Tom will give any hints/thoughts about N and E? I’m sure he will notice something about their dynamic. Do you think he would give some sort of “blessing” or give some words about what Jack would think/say? 2) Also, I wonder how they will explain why he wasn’t at Jack’s funeral. I bet he would visit his grave! 3) Isn’t he meeting Little Jack for the first time too?

I imagine we'll get some good scenes with Tom and Elizabeth regarding Jack. If Tom is having problems, I'd bet a lot of those stem from losing his brother. Like Elizabeth, he probably hasn't dealt with those emotions in the best way so I'm sure it'll be healing for them both to get to talk. I'm excited to see him interact with Jack too. Since the show hasn't bothered to mention the Thorntons we can't really say for sure if Elizabeth brought her son to see his father's family or not. Hopefully that's explained.

It feels like season 11 will fill a lot of the gaping holes from seasons past like they started to do in 10 as well. They're bringing back people/plots that still need to be dealt with and I think that's a big reason why the show feels a lot more satisfying now for me at least. I love that we're getting Nathan and Elizabeth finally but as a whole the show is so much better than it has ever been.

[metvmorqhoses]

Nononono waitttt what do you mean about Good Omens season 2?? Why didn't you like it?

I personally thought it was better than season 1 - better paced. There wasn't a single boring moment. And sure, the plot maybe had fewer stakes, but seeing as this was a bridge season between season 1 (the of Good Omens book) and hopefully season 3 (the book that never came out, “668” or something like that), I thought it was good. Warm & fuzzy.

I need to know your opinion now

As abashed as I am to have to respond to such enthusiasm with, well... the very opposite of enthusiasm, please at least know that I consider the truth the best thing I have to offer in general and in regard to that unfortunate (yet somehow still-untouchable?) mess the second season of Good Omens has proven itself to be in particular, so accept it as some sort of well-intended even if perhaps unwanted gift.

This is probably the most unpopular opinion one can have on Tumblr right now, so I'll go straight to the point: Gaiman managed to ruin Good Omens (perhaps he isn't able to write it by himself, perhaps he got carried away with fan service, who knows), once one of the most delightful, witty, engaging, profound books/shows existent, changing its register and raison d'être in order to turn it into, per great popular request, the same lame simple plotless cheesy cookie-cutter gay romance without rime and reason apparently every single piece of media is deforming itself into lately.

The dramatic loss of... artistic quality this show suffered is appalling and even more appalling is the fact I seem to be one of the very few on this green earth to have even noticed? Did I perhaps read too much in the show before? I don't think so, it was indeed a masterpiece. I saw many die-hard fans of the series beyond puzzled at this last season too, straining themselves to try and make sense of it with wild theories, justifying them with the simple fact that Neil Gaiman is a genius and surely this hot mess must mean something, right? I wasn't aware the world was mostly populated by hysterically besotted people hailing Neil Gaiman's alleged greatness from dawn til dusk without contextualized merit, and the discovery didn't particularly excite me, to be quite honest. I think a healthy amount of fairness in the critique of any artist should always be the norm, but I digress.

I'll try to keep it as brief and matter-of-factly as possible, especially since some time has passed and the fumes of my rage aren't as scorching or as precise as they used to be lol

In a word, this season was subpar. Not only did it lack that original witty, ineffable meaningfulness, that intrinsic and very human sense of wonder and protectiveness towards life and its profound sense the original show brimmed with, but even from the most basic literary point of view, it literally lacked a plot worthy of this name, a story, characters that felt complex and real instead of caricatures who tried and reenact themselves, and in general what should have been, quite simply, good writing.

More than Good Omens' long-awaited season 2, this felt more like a high-budget filler fanfiction created by someone who didn't know what they were doing with story and characters most of the time, but who sure as hell wanted to please the audience to disastrous lengths.

The very first thing that irked me beyond belief, and it literally started from minute one, was the immediate, more or less subtle, change in acting from both Michael and David. Michael stressed it way more, with, in my opinion, quite tragic results, thing that from the start immediately allowed me to guess where they were going with their (already established as extremely complex) relationship, entirely turning the vibe from sophisticated allegory of Divine Comedy kind of love (love for your enemy, love for your friend, love in all its form and in its entirety) to banal romantic comedy-level gay drama, downgrading what Crowley and Aziraphale shared (the subtle abysses of it!) into the most boring and obvious of soap operas, obviously forcing them to act out of character in order to compensate (was any flash-back meaningful to their character or the story? Was there a writing reason behind any of them beyond writing for the sake of filling screen-time?).

Some relationships deserve to be left alone, alone in their subtlety and ambiguousness or you'll inevitably ruin them. Not everyone must kiss on screen, no matter how much the audience screams and throws up for it. This little woke drama completely ruined and eclipsed everything else those two characters were for each other, turning them from cosmic and devastatingly loyal best friends to petty and dumb lovers that need two plot devices (the messy pointless and quite frankly offensive representation-wise lesbians from across the street they literally met five minutes prior) to tell them they actually have feeling for each other and should share them. After literal millennia of this relationship, relationship that has its own inner workings and reasons, we needed the plot-lesbians to subvert the order of things and spur Crowley into action, obviously obtaining disastrous and lame results? Are we witnessing the interaction of immortal beings or five-year-olds? The only way I can genuinely make sense of this dumbness is considering those two female "characters" (that feel anything but real people) no more than that, characters, golems, put there by Metatron via the power of the Book of Life (again, so many Chekhov's guns with no use whatsoever in this season) in order to separate Az and Crowley using the only thing that could succeed in doing it - an ill placed declaration of love.

But even this doesn't match the true être of what Good Omens originally was nor comes full circle with the ineffable mystery season 1 ended with. It genuinely feels like Gaiman changed the whole rhyme and reason of the story, vibes, meaning, register, just to meet the modern needs of a category that is sadly phagocytizes everything else in both life and fiction. And I find it a true pity - and a bore.

And even leaving aside this personal boredom of mine at a non-existent plot that consisted in 1) a big mystery that promised cosmic repercussions (season 1 ended with the after-nonapocalyptic world that was slightly changed just because two enemies had loved each other and life too much not to oppose god's plan - fact that was probably god's plan all along), mystery that was actually no mystery at all (two random, from the original story's perspective, previous minor characters in literally ten supernatural minutes fell in love and run away together) and that meant virtually nothing in the grand scheme of things, but serving as a plot device so that the other two minor new characters could intrude into the protagonists' relationship so they could finally have the excuse to jump literary genre and kiss & queer tragedy the story away 2) an endless series of symbols, facts, episodes and characters that constantly seemed to hint at something but that in reality resulted in nothing story-wise (also, the change of heart in God's personality, first the witty and almighty trickster for the greater good, now the divine bully??), even leaving all this aside, I'm mostly disappointed the quality of the writing plummeted so inesorabily one of my comfort show turned into the symbol of an artistic era I'm utterly distraught to have to witness - the era of crowd-pleasers and un-imagination.

As for this being a filler season, writing in such an unresolved way (basic and predictable plot, colourless characters, cliché romance, hours of happenings that don't mean a thing in the current story) is unacceptable and a failure, even if you are a famous writer. You cannot waste hours of the audience's time going nowhere shielded by the sole future promise of sense. Writing doesn't work that way, and I'm sincerely appalled to see people noticing it and deciding to excuse it with a "surely next season everything will look genius!". It doesn't work this way. The faults were too many, they can't possibly be all resolved next season. This product wasn't great, even if your faves kissed and your little fanfictions came true.

The sad thing is, Good Omens used to be a work of art, not the next consumeristic piece of fiction to satisfy woke needs.

#I don't want to sound harsh but this was a true let down #one of the many this year #art is dead #good omens #sofoulandfairaday #asks/replies #one and one thousand stories lis told

[animehouse-moe]

Bocchi The Rock 12: Making Anime History

So, Bocchi The Rock (hopefully Season 1) is now finished. I'm not great at rating things or keeping track of rankings and the like, but this show is one of my only 10/10 series this year. It's not in a "this is my favorite out of everything I've experienced" way, but just looking at what they've done. You just take a look at almost anything out there and try to find something that Bocchi is outright beaten in. Animation? Direction? Character acting? Bocchi has it all, and it damn well knows it because it put all of it on display in its finale.

Just take the opening music work for example. It's such a massive expectation subversion. The girls don't kill it, it's not stardom, it's hardly even really a focus on the surreal. It's the girls' perception of the talent show. Some of them are nervous, some of them are really into it, there's slight miscommunications and Bocchi is on edge. Just look at this, Ryou and Kita are both facing Nijika directly, while Bocchi is only slightly turned.

They're all on edge in their own ways, and the direction really shows that. There's not any crazy moments of animation or direction, it's an almost cut and dry musical sequence in comparison to what they've done before. But what really separates it is the crowd. You get to see the familiar faces, you get to see Bocchi search out into the sea of people and find those familiar faces. You get to see Bocchi's reactions to the cheering, to the smiles and enjoyment of everybody in the crowd.

It's an eye-opener that is there for one specific purpose. Comparison. To see how far they've come, they can't have perfect performances every time they're out and about, they can't have revelations every time they step on stage. Instead of that, it's showing how far they've come, even if they're nervous and slightly awkward, you get to see Kita's eyes dart around and make contact/sync up with Bocchi and Ryou, you get to see their response to the crowd, and how in tune all the girls are with each other. The songs weren't for showing off their ability or making it cool, they were to show that the girls have come far enough to see outside their stage, outside of their individual performances.

Of course, it's Bocchi The Rock, so there's a catch. And it works so incredibly well as a wake-up call and tonal shift to take the episode where it really wants to go

From here it plays out like typical Bocchi. The grand sense of tension and excitement evaporates and is replaced with the oddball humor and wild creativity of the staff in stuff like Bocchi going Super Saiyan, or the real photorealistic backgrounds and environments that the show is so well-known for, or even Nijika going to town on a drum set with a pair of guitars as drumsticks.

I could write about every last frame of Bocchi, and I'd probably love doing so. Every last detail, every little piece that forms this puzzle, all of it has intent, purpose, passion, behind it. It's not a half-assed "get it out the door" adaptation, and it's not a director trying to leave their mark on the work.

It is the insane love child of the staff that have worked tirelessly to make something that stands out as an incredible pillar of anime and animation. It is their blood, sweat, and tears distilled into a surreal and near indescribable adaptation that does leave the team's mark on the material. Not because they changed it, but because they nailed it.

Bocchi The Rock is more than what awards can give credit to the series for. This is a first time director. A FIRST. TIME. DIRECTOR. This is their first full anime project undertaken, and this is what they produced. This staff, on a short and somewhat tight schedule, produced this. The creativity of this team, and subsequently Cloverworks, is massively understated in the community.

This is a studio that's brought God knows how many stellar adaptations at this point. They brought us Bocchi and Spy x Family part 2 this season. They brought Shadows House S2 in Summer, Spy x Family Part 1 in Spring, and even though I'm a big Dress Up Darling hater, they did incredible work on it in the same season as Akebi's Sailor Uniform.

Bocchi The Rock is a reminder of what the anime industry is. Ever changing, ever evolving. The "best" studio, the greatest work never being chained down to a single name for a long period of time, never being able to dominate in all genres of anime. But more than how volatile the industry is, it reminds viewers of what anime can do. How far it can take itself, how thin it can stretch its reality, how wide its reach can be. It's a reminder of the limitless potential that anime and animation holds, and how much more we still have that we can explore.

Bocchi The Rock is a literal rock-star of anime and should be recognized as such. Incomparably incredible.

#bocchi the rock! #hitori gotou #bocchi hitori #bocchi #bocchi the rock #bocchi chan #bocchisweep #animation #anime and manga #anime recommendation #anime #anime review #ぼっち・ざ・ろっく!

[solomiracle]

Second attempt hopefully without hitting send too soon aahhh

Heya, how's it going? I have a couple of questions for both your MCs from the ask game

General Info 05 Which deadly sin best aligns with them? Which one do they embody the least?

Human 04 Do they have a guardian angel? Have they forged any pacts?

Human 06 Who do they trust more—angels or demons? Why?

hi hiiii!! >w<

05 (also lemme just say ty for asking this since sins are my favorite things to write for obey me ocs >w<)

⎯ Ambrosia's main sin is Envy. But this doesn't go to things like relationships or valuables; their jealousy is about people's power. He wishes that he had his own power to change the world or even just have magic to create a new one, but this only lead to anger, and now he's jealous of those who have the power to do so, mainly God. Before the exchange program, they just accepted their weakness and used fantasy stories and fiction as a means of escapism.

And then they go to hell. Magic is real. It's literally everywhere. Everyone around him has it. He's living with the sons of the person he's jealous of the most. They all have more power than he could ever dream of. This is not going to end well.

Solomon teaching them magic both intensities and mitigates their envy. On one hand, they're finally able to get what they've wanted - power, something they can control, strong enough to save lives, and change the world (now worlds). But on the other hand, this access to magic made a whole new problem for him - will it ever be enough?

His lowest sin would be Gluttony... idiot will be so focused on his projects that they sometimes forget to eat.

⎯ Marcelo's main sin is Pride. She has a bit of a hero complex and can't stand it when people are brash, so she feels that she has to be strong enough to protect himself and his loved ones. He says that he doesn't need to be the strongest, but he's a liar, constantly needing to prove to themselves that they can take on anything that mocks them.

And then she goes to hell. Everyone here is mocking him. And everyone here could use him like a toothpick. This is not going to end well.

Their lowest sin would be Sloth. He's very diligent and is practically always full of energy and excitement.

Okie this is getting too long... other questions below the cut

04 (I've only finished season 2 so IDK if the MC gets an guardian angel)

⎯ Neither of them have a guardian angel, but their respective universe's Simeon wants to be theirs (especially Marcelo's).

⎯ Both of them have pacts with all of the brothers. Ambrosia has contemplated forging more, but won't. Marcelo is happy with his pacts and doesn't want any more.

06

⎯ Ambrosia is lowkey afraid of angels and highkey afraid of God... he doesn't know their intentions. At least demons will be honest about just wanting to eat him. So he trusts demons more.

⎯ Marcelo doesn't exactly trust demons, but she likes (ish) them more than angels. Most demons see humans as weak and pathetic, and while Marcelo hates that, angels treat humans as poor widdle misguided (dumb) lambs in need of help, and she hates that way more than being seen as an easy meal.

#oh my god this took me too long and idk if anything even makes sense i need to shut up #and fuck i didn't even realize how similar they are... #my concepts had them be more different... #did i just lucifer and satan'd my mcs. #my mcs #amby #marcie #asks for amb