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tojisblunt · 3 years

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OVERSTIMULATION HCS — genshin edition.

hcs — original, not requested.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. my first genshin work... hehe im so very excited to get back into the writing game ^_^

CHARACTERS. diluc, dainsleif, zhongli, xiao.

+ includes. overstimulation (duh...), daddy kink, size kink, squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering, slapping, mean!xiao, praise, edging

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT I AM A DARK CONTENT BLOG.

— DILUC.

he overstimulates you because he’s not even aware of it in the first place.

diluc is a certified himbo, i swear. he loves u so much and would do anything for your pleasure.

but the thing is.......he’s too focused to realized that you’ve been doing nothing but cumming.

he only realizes once you squirt all over him, your cream soaking his digits and your cum bleeding through the sheets.

“d-diluc!” you squeal, back arching and hips shooting forward into his fingers as he continues to move them around inside of your weeping cunt. diluc’s other hand is focused on your tits while his dick is standing up proud, the red tip angry from how horny he was.

he just wants you to cum on his fingers before he makes you cum again and again on his cock, but poor little diluc; he’s far too focused on your pretty tits to notice that you’ve cum a long time ago.

“baby,” you cry, putting your hand over your mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds leaving your lips as you feel his finger tips graze against your favorite spots. his palm is catching your clit every time his hand creates a motion, and it makes your legs quiver and the knot in your stomach to tighten.

“just cum, baby, it’s okay.” diluc reassures you, and you want to smack him. he’s been spewing bullshit about wanting you to cum when you’ve been doing that this whole time.

“i-i can’t!” you sob, head thrown back when he stops thrusting his fingers for a second, opting to grind the pads of his finger tips against your g-spot. it sends electricity through your body, and you can’t help but tighten around his fingers, body quivering as you experience a body-wracking orgasm.

you’re crying underneath him, eyes widening as you unconsciously spread your legs further open, feeling your orgasm drag out for much longer than planned.

you curse, squirting all over your boyfriend’s fingers and abdomen, thrashing your head side to side from the overwhelming feeling of a mind numbing orgasm that you just experienced.

“oh.” diluc stills, realization hitting him as he processes what just happened. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, and you roll your eyes. he cleans off your cum from his fingers, bringing your body closer to his lower half as he lines up his cock against your pussy.

“what are you—?!”

“—who said i was done?”

he’s gonna be the death of you.

— DAINSLEIF.

likes to do it because you look so pretty crying underneath him.

and also because he’s a service dom who’ll do anything for you to be happy in his sheets :P

loves to edge you tho... it makes your orgasms make you really sensitive after and he just loves the reactions.

tbh everything u do is attractive to him but if ur extra sensitive? u become a lot cuter to him.

“s-sen..” you blabber, and your boyfriend simply does nothing but looks up at you, keeping his eyes focused on your face to watch for any hints of uncomfortableness on your end.

“repeat that?” he asks, slamming his hips against yours purposefully, hoping to get a reaction out of you; in which, he does. dainsleif knows you too well, your body included. he knows where to hit it to get a certain reaction out of you.

“too sensitive!” you cry out in response to his thrust, feeling your thoughts swirl around as dainsleif begins thrusting into you slowly, before his rhythm speeds up. “no, no, no, no...” you trail off, mind going blank as your brains get fucked out of you.

“you can take it,” he says, soothing his hands over your stomach to reassure you that he’s still there. “my good girl, you look so pretty like this.” he smiles, face showing nothing but complete adoration for you as you cry beneath him, legs spread and cunt almost red from the abuse it’s taken from his edging.

no matter how much you want to finally cum, the stinging that you feel as he rocks his hips against yours is so good yet so painful that you’re not sure what to tell him. he’s been edging you for so long that you’re not even sure if you really did cum.

dainsleif knows how sensitive you get every time he stops his thrusting to edge you. the cries that leave your lips once he begins thrusting again, it’s all so good. but, as he watches you babble incoherent words, he decided that it was enough.

after all, nothing beats the sight of you cumming all over his fat cock.

— ZHONGLI.

LET ME TELL YALL ABOUT HIS BIG ASS DICK. (i would know i experienced it first hand)

dear gawd this man has such a size kink... thousands of years of struggling to find someone that would take his cock properly is finally catching up to him!!!!!

because now he found a cute lil plaything such as yourself who gets off on the fact that his dick cant fit easily

and the amount of times he’s made you cum before being fully in... it’s embarrassing but did you expect any less from a dragon?

“daddy!” you gasp, feeling his fat cock throbbing against your sensitive walls. even after years of experience in bed with your boyfriend, zhongli, your poor little cunt still struggles to take his much bigger cock.

you don’t complain, however, no matter how much your pussy hurts the next day from the stretching it received the previous night. no, how could you complain when he makes you feel so good?

“hm?” zhongli hums, keeping his grip on your thighs strong so he has control of how spread out you are for him. using that fact to his advantage, he brings your thighs further apart, cock twitching at the sounds of your mewls from the feeling of his cock hitting deeper.

“f-feels...i feel so good, daddy...” you sniffle, bringing your hand to his abdomen to rub on it, just for your own satisfaction of having your hands on him 24/7. you’re obsessed with having zhongli’s skin against yours, and he finds it so adorable the way you depend on his touch.

“yeah?” he quips, slowly grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clit, causing your mewls to transition to slightly louder moans. he takes note of how sensitive you can get sometimes, which is why he’s careful with exactly where he’s hitting his cock, but his cock is just too big that he sometimes accidentally (more like purposefully) grazes it against your g-spot.

he feels it before his brain could process your loud cries of pleasure. “i’m cumming, fuck! oh fuck!” you gasp, hands gripping the sheets and back arching as you cum hard all over your boyfriend’s cock.

he quickly puts his thumb on your clit, rubbing gentle circles on it to help ride out your orgasm, and you’re crying from the overwhelming feeling of his hands on your clit. your legs are shaking, and your moans have grown too loud, forcing you to cover your mouth in a desperate attempt to keep the maids from hearing you.

“daddy, please,” you sniffle, mind blank from how fucked out you already are. zhongli smiles, caressing the side of your face before he brings your legs over his shoulders, loving the wide eyed reaction that you gave him.

“you can take more, right darling?” he smirks, doing a few experimental thrusts against your sensitive pussy. but before you could even process anything, you’re cumming all over his cock for the second time.

— XIAO.

LITERALLY ONE OF THE MEANEST!!!!

does it purely bc he loves it when ur crying like a dumb little whore

he just loves to fuck u into oblivion so ur rendered speechless :blushes:

degrades u whenever u cry bc of overstimulation, but gets so soft when u apologize for cumming too much :( i love him..

“nngh!” you bite your lips the hardest you could, eyebrows furrowing as you throw your head back. your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, and the continuous trembles that are going through your body right now has your boyfriend holding onto you to support.

he keeps his eyes locked on your cunt, eyes scanning the way you wrap around his cock perfectly, cream soaking his dick as you cum over and over on his cock. you’re too overstimulated at this point, one simple move from him can have you cumming again.

“you don’t stop do you?” he teases, and you wiggle your hips in place in response to the proud smirk adorning on his face. “feel good?” he asks when he notices that your panting has calmed.

you nod, still lost for words as your brain is jumbled from the numerous orgasms your boyfriend was so considerate to give.

he ghostly leaves his thumb resting on your throbbing clit, ignoring the small whines that leave your lips in reaction. he then brings your legs over his shoulders with his free hand, and you can’t do anything but just give him a hesitant look.

“what?” he asks, leaning down and placing both hands on either side of your head. “don’t you cream so nice and hard like this? hm?” his vulgar words bring arousal to your hot cunt, enough arousal where your hips jumped from the sudden stimulation it brought to your clit.

“daddy...” you sniffle, feeling his cock throb inside your awaiting cunt. he gives you a single glance before thrusting hard once against your hips. hard enough that it would be pleasurable for the both of you.

“you talk too much,” xiao sighs, and you squirm, impatience settling in your bones. “quit it.” he grunts, lifting his hand to land a quick slap on your face, causing you to gasp.

“no, fuck!” you cry, hands immediately rushing to his arms for support as your body trembles underneath his, cunt completely losing it on his cock.

xiao swallows, head going light from the intense arousal that he’s feeling as he watches you cum just from him slapping you.

if overstimulation can get you to cum this easy, then you better be sure as hell that he’s going to fuck you insanely stupid every time.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin smut #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif smut #xiao smut #zhongli smut #diluc smut #hc.sins #📂.headcanon

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pasta-in-the-blender · 2 years

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WEEB HCS FOR ALL THE PASTAS BC IDK ANIME SO I CANT WRITE IT

I checked for grammar this time but i can't promise anything</3

@somewhat-crazy

K SO

The proxies;

I always had the hc that Toby is big on anime and other media like that,,, his fave is prlly the action and horror genre (i'm not that big on anime so i don't have an example Toby would enjoy sry)

Tim/Masky doesn't really like anime, like he is the type of person that thinks it's dumb to waste time on stuff like this,,, but you also know he likes dragon ball (not that type of fan dw)

Brian/Hoodie is the middle ground here... He doesn't specifically like anime, but he doesn't hate it either. If one catches his interest, he'll watch it, if it doesn't? Then he won't. He prlly likes Fullmetal alchemist and Tokyo ghoul .

Kate is a kind of a story with two sides here, she loves the cute magical girl genres, romance and the soft stuff but she wil also go ahead and watch some Elfen lied and proceed to go read Pumkin Night after that, but also yes to the unasked question, she watches it a lot with Toby (they arrange legit sleepovers for this, yes), its like siblings bonding time or something.

The kiddie pool users; (aka Sally and Lazary)

They love the magical girl genre, hands down. No arguing. I feel like Sally is a Sailor Moon fan and Lazzy likes Glitter Force more. They will also sometimes watch the scarier ones with the proxies and Ben tho,,,

Ben and Jeff;

They are actually huge fans of stuff like this, Jeff enjoys watching the content (and fancontent too), and i think i mentioned that Ben has a collection vitrine already where the figurines and other tuff would go. They like a wild wariety of genres staring from romance, slice of life to straight horror and gore, for for example they like MHA, Wonder Egg Priority, Demon Slayer straight going into Another and stuff like that.

Eyeless Jack;

Also not the type to watch anime, but he isn't against it either, he even watched some himself. He's also a proud enjoyer of the horror and psychologycal genres, for example he loved to watch Parasyte, Tokyo Ghoul, and Angels Of Death.

Slender;

He had no idea what it was until Toby explained in one of his rambles to him. I don't think he has any feelings towards it, it's just like any other show and media to him yk? "It's just humans doing their own thing to entertain themselves." he said. Definetly likes Black Butler.

Nina the killer; (ik she is not one of the mansion crew but im adding her bc of emotional attachment jivbsfb)

Yo girl loves anime and when i tell you she loves it, i mean she loves it. She is a huge fan of Mirai Nikki for reasons, but she's prlly a bigger fan of the romance and slice of life genres (along with horror ofc), some of her favorites include our ever popular Deathnote, Mirai nikki, Sword art online (idc what you say i liked that anime until i dropped it and i'm fixing to start again), Wonder Egg Priority and My Hero Academia

[[Lil secret for u all i do not do every pasta hcs, but this one is an exeption bc Avriel requested it. My max for any hcs is 6 characters bc otherwise it would be way too much work. I will add this to my rules right after posting, please keep this info in mind when requesting!]]

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koo-zy · 3 years

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hello! do you have any fantasy/historical jungkook x reader fic recs ?

hello lovely!! i’m so sorry i missed this yesterday :( i was actually planning on reorganizing my tumblr because i feel like no fics are ever going to be able to be found my blog LOL so hopefully that’ll be done soon!!

as for the fantasy/historical fics.. i’m honestly not too sure what “fantasy” (do demons count..? soulmates..? werewolves????) typically includes so i’m just going to include a bunch of fics that hopefully fit in :”) here are the first ones that i thought of + summaries included in their main posts!

also.. i’m sure i missed a lot of amazing fics (mainly because i’m dumb as hell and don’t really know what can be included in “fantasy”) and would like to apologize in advance!!

@inktae ’s entire masterlist (they have a lot of fantasy fics!)

while this isn’t just jungkook recs, @ficswithluv had a fantasy category a few weeks ago!

@kpopfanfictrash ‘s jungkook masterlist

@fortunexkookie ‘s jungkook masterlist

one shots!

énouement - @littlemisskookie Mulan!AU

War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.

midas - @gukyi

jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want.

i will not lose! - @jimlingss Magic!AU

A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.

a piece of the moonlight - @/jimlingss Mulan!AU

For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

dynasty - @/jimlingss Historical!AU

It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.

game of temptation ft. knj, myg, kth - @/jimlingss Succubus!AU

As a succubus, your beauty is unrivaled and shaped to tempt mortals. But it’s still hard to resist Taehyung, and there’s little you can do once you’ve been coerced to do his bidding for him. This time, you find yourself entering the affluent Kim Household as a housemaid. And these poor humans don’t know your intentions are far from being angelic.

knot today - @kinktae

(IDK IF WEREWOLVES COUNT BUT JERHFBDSKNZX THIS IS REALLY GOOD!!)

When your first heat approaches and you are left partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

ego - @luxekook Harry Potter!AU

(..i also don’t know if HP counts LOL)

in which jeongguk is a cocky lil shit and the reader has to take him down a few pegs

stumbling - @hayjeon Prince!AU

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: hii! so the royal wedding of prince harry and meghan is today, and since my bias is JK and since i’m such a sucker for royal stuff, can i reuest a fic of bts all being royal of 7 different kingdom, and all of them being invited to jin’s wedding and the girl (oc) is also invited and kookie met her there, and eventually took an interest at her? the girl is also royalty from other kingdom. thanks!

werewolf!jungkook - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: Werewolf!jk? (im sorry ik it’s overused and unoriginal) where he and his mate have pups to take care of and they’re quite a mischievous bunch!

there for you - @cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jungkook is always known for doing things unapologetically, and it makes sense given how almost nothing gets under his skin—almost nothing, but maybe there’s an exception that takes a form of a muggleborn with the shy smile and quirky spells.

say you won’t let go - @/cupofteaguk Soulmates!AU

You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in

new romantics - @/cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. It seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. What he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.

a cinderella story - @suhdays Modern Cinderella!AU

you are forced to work multiple jobs as you live under your stepmothers roof. unable to move out and strive for complete independence, you do what you can in order save enough. turns out, as a college student that is harder than you thought. so, you distract yourself by joining online chat groups in which you meet a boy that goes to your school. that boy? none other than the rugby star himself, jeon jeongguk. it doesn’t prove to be an issue until he asks to meet you at an upcoming halloween party. he’s never noticed you before so why not hide yourself in order to live your dreams, if only for a moment?

explorer - @1kook Alien!AU

Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning.

rottenfolk - @junqkook Faerie!AU

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

the young wolf - @/junqkook Game of Thrones!AU

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

the lighthouse - @rubycoast S2L!AU

(im not too sure if this is considered fantasy but its one of my favs!)

you and jungkook had one thing in common: you were both lost souls stagnant in the search of some fulfillment. the one of many differences was that your story had been written on your sleeves, while jungkook’s was a story needed to be unriddled.

black magic - @hansolmates Magic Uni!AU

a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

the sea & the storm - @jamaisjoons Fantasy!AU

the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him. fantasy au.

the lionheart’s oath - @sugaxjpg Knight & Princess!AU

There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.

ghosts just wanna have fun - @/sugaxjpg Psychic & MedSchool!AU

When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

wartime child - @ktheist Wizard!AU

raising a baby in wartime isn’t easy. but when your baby starts showing signs of magical abilities, you’re forced to ring up the only other person you know he takes after: jeon jungkook.

birth of an empress - @/ktheist Dragon Slayer!AU

partners for three years and friends for longer, jungkook thought you’d remain so until he saw you with the knight at the merchant’s trade.

alternatively, the friendly neighborhood wizard trying to propose to the infamous dragon slayer in the middle of slaying a dragon? now, that’s classic.

series/two shots!

fear in your eyes - @/gukyi Werewolf!AU

(again, idk if werewolves count but hifksdjcx !!!!)

there’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

the worshiper series - @/jimlingss

Long ago, there were gods who resided in Heaven -- existing to watch over and protect the universe. Each of them had their own flaws, trials and tribulations; some which were more sparing than others, but these are their stories...

a promise of freedom - @/jimlingss Wartime!AU

War is cruel and its inhumanity has not spared you. Captured by the enemy, you were brought to the front lines to heal their wounded. But after one night of saving a particular man’s life, he swears to fulfill any wish of yours.

one year, my love - @/hayjeon Historical!AU

You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.

demigod!au drabbles - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: i have a supernatural au prompt! how bout daughter of hades/loner!reader and son of zeus/bully! jungkook?

into the woods - @/junqkook Goblin!AU

getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

lionheart - @/junqkook Magic!AU

as a sorcerer, it is of the utmost importance that you keep your magic a secret from everyone. when you become prince jungkook’s servant, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep your identity hidden; especially when you fall in love with him.

a royal exchange - @/hansolmates

she’s the man!au where the princess impersonates her brother yoongi in order to finish his degree on time while yoongi is thrusted into princely duties. jeongguk is in the mess purely through room arrangement

knight!jungkook x princess!reader - @/ktheist

a series with 27 parts!

that’s all i can think of off the top of my head right now :(( not gonna lie, half of these probably don’t even fit into either of those categories and i know there are so so so many amazing fantasy/historical fics out there!! i wish i knew them all but i hope this helped a little bit! if anyone has any fic they’d like to rec, feel free to send it to meee :)

and finallyyyyy i leave my following page open for viewing as well so you can check out all of the authors i follow!! please show all of these authors (and many more) some love! <3

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yamchaas · 3 years

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Welcome back to Jessie Yamchaas drink and episode reviews- Today we will be reviewing- Episode 71 of Dragon ball Super and Green Tea topped with whipped cream cheese concoction I saw in a youtube video late last night that disturbed me, keep reading if either of these intrigue you-

First things first, I had to make my drink to accompany my episode rewatch, here he is in all his glory:

Looks wise? Not the prettiest drink, slightly “shreks swamp after the honeymoon” vibes, but looks don’t matter- it’s about the taste. Taste wise? This shit disgusting, what in the actual fuck- Janice, girl, you said this was nice in your video what is this- The whipped cream cheese sits on top of the bitter tea so your first sip is straight up just this weird cream cheese and then you get bitter tea and its fuckin bad- 0.5/5, won’t make again.

Okay now we have that horror out of the way lets move on to something less terrible, surely- Yamcha playing baseball :)

Okay, first things first- animation. WHERE THE HELL IS YAMCHA’S CAKE? WHERE HE FUCKIN THIGHS AND HIS BUTT AT? BASEBALL TIGHT PANTS ARE WONDERFUL BUT WHERE ALL THE MEAT GONE?? YAMCHA ALWAYS HAD MEAT BRO, HE ALWAYS HAD JUICY THIGHS BRO 😭- Okay but with that out of my system there no other glaring issues with the animation in this episode, sure some of the distant shots are funky but I’m not bothered too greatly by that, it’s actually fairly well done- I especially appreciate the scenes where they focus on Yamcha’s technique and of course the cool wolf shot sings to me so all and all no complaints beyond Yamcha being too small.

As for plot, Champa and Beerus are having a “friendly” match between universes 6 and 7, hijinks ensue- This is filler, there’s not much plot to speak on.

Utterly in love with the line from Yamcha that he left Tien and Chiaotzu behind, super funny and a nice little throwback to the Res F movie- Also, they’re married <3 But I do just have to say it does utterly flummox me that Tien is not included in this episode, there’s genuinely no reason for him not to be here and I can’t help but to imagine how fun the episode could have been if Tien was on the universe 6 team to even out the numbers- They never gave us the Yamcha/Tien rematch at the tournament so it could have been a fun way of giving us some kind of rematch and banter all these years later, but sadly they just didn’t take the opportunity- Also no Tien Baseball Tight pants 😭😭 Disappointing.

Whis and Vados look nice :) Vegeta being obsessed with topping Goku once more, nothing new here. Gohan’s a sweety, also nothing new here.

Now some positives: Yamcha being so encouraging and a good team leader is very sweet to see, love that actually. I also love that they made these amazing warriors not very good at something that isn’t fighting, like it’s comical but it’s also nice in a way? Like yes, Goku is unbelievable in so many ways but he struggles to learn baseball- Its nice to be reminded these characters have flaws and struggle in different aspects of life, just like regular people do too- Really like that.

Love them incorporating Yamcha’s use of spirit control into his baseball skills, it’s just fun and cool, no complaints from me at all.

Piccolo being good at baseball is cute and I like it.

Now on to everything else-

This episode truly hurts my feelings, it’s so unnecessarily mean for no reason and I know people might say “but doesn’t he technically win? and wasn’t he better than everyone?” Those are the only scraps he gets- Literally Yamcha speaks in a total of 10 super episodes and this is the only episode that we could even vaguely call a Yamcha episode and it’s just a joke on him 90% of the time-

18 questioning if Yamcha should be captain and being nasty about his skills truly fucks me off- Like he’s been the best baseball player on earth for 20+ years, the show acts like Yamcha is completely useless and it just grates on me- Yamcha trained with King Kai, he can hold his own against the ginyu force- He’s not weak. He’s just plainly not!! Sure he’s not Goku level, or even Piccolo, but that’s okay, because he is human!! He’s still an amazing martial artist and baseball player and he’s also a good friend with a kind heart. The show playing into the useless pathetic Yamcha memes is cheap. It’s just cheap.

As for the he weird, kinda implied Bulma/Yamcha stuff in this ep HATE HATE MALICE BITE KILL- Actually fuck off. The blush pisses me off so bad- Like Yamcha has never acted hung up on Bulma, he was a bit annoyed when Trunks was a tiny baby, which was fair! But other than that he just treated her like a regular friend, no unrequited love. Also I’m pretty sure this is the nicest Bulma has ever been to Yamcha... Ever. In like the entire series as a whole. So... That’s telling.

Also supers insistence that Yamcha’s this cocky, smarmy guy will never cease pissing me off! The Yamcha we leave in Dragon Ball Z has been remarkably chill and humble for years, so why now is he suddenly a dickhead again? This is more prevalent in other episodes but does feature here too. Bad writing- Bad characterization. Bad.

And it ends on the dead fucking Yamcha meme pose- Because of course it does. Because it’s cheap and it’s nasty and that’s all there is to it. They took a character that used to be a main character. A loved character. And they played into the dudebro, abridged series, meme-ifcation to get cheap laughs rather than give this character the dues he deserves. They literally couldn’t even give him one (1) episode. This is actually worse than the fucked cream cheese green tea drink- By a large margin.

NOTABLE, QUOTABLE:

“C’mon let’s see some pep in your step!”

“Wow- It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Yamcha this fired up!” 😭😭 Dude seeing Yamcha confident and excited and Goku being so happy makea me 😭😭

“Let the Yamcha show you what it’s like to dominate on the mound-” I’ll let The Yamcha dominate on my moun- *Comically large hook snatches me by the neck, pulling me and my computer chair off stage*

“The wolf fang pitching fist ball-” Tien, I need you to kiss this man on his dumb mouth, please.

“Yeah for a washed up fighter that’s not bad.” 18 I GOT MAD LOVE FOR YOU BUT IMMA THROW HANDS WITH YOU BITCH IF YOU KEEP THIS UP- “But Jess she’s a powerful android and you’re some chick-” Yeah but don’t you know the power of love is the strongest force in the world? Also I grew up in the country and have reserved farm strength so 😤

“It’s an honour to have this of bat” Cabba I dont know what the fuck this means but I’m fuckin happy to see you mate- You a good boy!! “Watch closely master, I’m going to hit this and prove I’m worthy of your teaching-’ stupid lil bitch ass vegtea don’t deserve this sweety 😤

“What are you even doing here, I’m totally out of my league, at this rate I’d be lucky to walk off the field alive... C’mon Yamcha, keep your head in the game, we are going to win this.” TIEN IF YOU DONT GENTLY AND SWEETLY BRUSH THIS MANS CHOPPY MULLET FROM HIS FACE AND SWEETLY KISS HIS LIPS ON GOD-

Winning shot of the epsiode:

Thanks for tuning in to my review of drink and episode uhhhhhh see you again uhhhhhhh if someone gives me a drink and a episode to watch :)

#meta #?#i dont know what this is #snaps reviews are like a professor- so indepth and well thought out #mine are like a professor who had bad bag if cocaine and is being escorted off campus #CUT IT OUT YAMCHA #dragon ball super #yeah i have nothi else to say

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teacup-baphomet · 3 years

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G/t plot bunny 1

ugh generic title is generic but whatever.

so basically there are these two people - humans - and they are like ghost/cryptid hunters.

in my head. There is one guy and one girl. The guy is very excitable and happy-go-lucky (an optimistic ray of sunshine type with his head in the clouds).

The girl is more down-to-earth. A tad on the pessimistic side maybe. a little more rough around the edges. will throw hands at the drop of a dime to protect the people she cares about no matter how daunting the challenge is (like she will take on an entire gang herself is she needs to orr - well, you’ll see later in this plot bunny).

They are currently somewhere - idk where- and there is like big arse castle thing. Entirely made of stone. Ornate. and mostly like “f***off” big. like the theories/lore behind it is some ancient, archaic civilization made this castle for their god(s) as some symbolic gesture.

But the duo is here because it’s supposed haunted af.

And they want to either prove that or disprove that.

all for the sake of likes on the internet. such a noble causes lol. nah. they get paid too so mostly there’s that.

anyways. as it turns out it is NOT haunted.

but rather someone - something? - BIG is sorta imprisoned in the structure. Not visible at first. Hidden away ... somewhere, perhaps an alternate dimension or something. Until freed.

And the duo accidentally frees him.

Anyways, the big guy is basically the result of a king from the long dead civilization getting super greedy and basically doing some weird ritual to get limitless power. It goes terribly wrong - for the king- and he ends up getting possessed, well more like completely hijacked and the king is kinda dead now - by some sorta being. a shapeshifting something that tends to be on the lorg side.

The being didn’t really have a gender until he took over the king’s earthly form and then he decided “huh, guess i’m a dude” so he tends to shapeshift into a male form. typically big. typically kinda monstrous. haven’t thought of how monstrous. or if the shapeshifter being is demonic or not. or what does “demonic” even mean if so.

kinda leaning towards a monstrous in a dragon-boy kinda way. wings. horns. rows of sharp teef. claws. scaly forearms and lower legs as well as various other patches of scales. glowing eyes. firebreath.

with some hints of elderitch monstrosity. so maybe like a third eye on their forehead and perhaps a wee eye on each of the little clawed hand things on his wings. idk. plus the ability to make prehensile shadow tendril/tentacle things shoot out from his body. or something like that.

but i dunno. if i write this or not is hecking big IF anyways. like most of my ideas -writing and especially drawing. my muse is so dang fickle. i could come up with ocs and plots and dumb banter/dialogue and i can get to vague sketch stage with drawings but after that it’s like uhhhh... i lose steam i guess..

but yeah... how monster-y big dude is, is well up for debate i guess

but yeah. so he appears. and the shapeshifter monsterboy king dude is thinking it’s gonna go like ‘k. i’m free now. gonna just get rid of the people who freed me with a condescending thanks and then take over the world mwahahaha”

but it does not go like that. at all.

because oh no. the lil guy who freed him is adorable. and he’s so..so happy? but... why? and his first words to him are “wow. you’re amazing! so friggin cool! I wish i looked as bad*ss” or something like that

and the big guy is like all flustered because he’s used to people running and screaming at him and his monsterous appearance. that is partially why he likes to be monstrous looking to be frank.

he never considered how nice it is to be genuinely complimented. or you know to have friends. or even something more~

so he’s at a lost. which is something that’s never happened to him before. making him even MORE at a loss.

and he’s rather amused, impressed with the bravery the wee gal as well. as she looks ready to fight him herself if he even thinks of hurtin’ the lil ray of sunshine guy. it’s kinda.... endearing???

so oops. no world domination. ah, well...

instead he has a best friend and maybe something more with that lovely ray of sunshine man~

and maybe... just maybe... being good and kind... isn’t all that bad?

even if he is a monstrous eldritch giant maybe demon thing.

who says he has to stick to stereotypes. he’s BIG. he can do what he wants. right?

and i dunno after that..

I’m thinking. that this is when they find out he’s sorta attached to the castle for some reason. and thus stuck in his BIG monsterboy mode (as well as stuck to a certain area). and thus beyond being stuck to the vicinity in the castle and near the castle atm he can’t temporarily shapeshift to human in order to more easily travel with them as they do their ghost/cryptid hunting anyways.

so the next phase of the maybe story is the human duo and their monster trying to figure out how to f r e e h i m. like even more so than they already did heh.

and once they do that - uh shenanigans happen i guess. cuz you can’t have a g/t story without big(s) and small(s) engaging in shenanigans. that’s like g/t law or something.

and that’s it. that’s the maybe story i will likely never write.

anywho. if anybody wants to use this as a plot go ahead. i don’t care/mind. it’s not all that original anyways lol. it’s just a bunch of tropes thrown together to make soup (read: a plot) basically. i think. i dunno.

i mean let’s be real. i can’t even say:

people using the same plot in a g/t story? more likely than you think.

because we all effing know the same plots are used in g/t stories over and over again. ain’t no one able to pretend that isn’t common lol.

but that’s okay. because everyone has their own style of writing. and a lot of us are desperate for more g/t content anyway so we ain’t gonna complain regardless.

not sure if these last few sentences could be considered a call out or sh**post or something but i don’t really care. it is what it is.

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normiewrites · 4 years

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can you write something where the s/o is on the girls team? i love your writing btw! ^for kags

i have a feeling that this wasn’t an angst request lmaoo

thanks to @kingtamakimurder and @kenmaksuwu for helping me out!

warning(s): angst, character death, a lil graphic stuff

your elusive dream-boy - tobio kageyama x (fem)reader

you felt him everywhere. when you would jump up to hit the ball for your serve, you could feel his hands on your shoulders and arm, directing you how to move your body to hit it at your strongest power. when you would pull the knee pads up your legs, you could feel his warm and calloused hands trailing your skin afterwards, but not lingering long enough to get addicted. when your team mates hugged you after a victory, you could feel his warm and broad chest up against yours, his arms enveloping your exhausted body and sending tingles up your skin, making you feel at home.

not only did you feel him everywhere, you saw him too. he lingered around you like a shadow; surrounding you in the dark and just out of reach in the light. when you would set the ball, he would be there, the opponent on the other side, right at the net. when you would practice your spiking, he would be there, blocking them. when you would go to refill your bottle, he would be there, his back turned to you as he refills his bottle, before walking off.

he was there but wasn’t at the same time. he was like those annoying mosquitoes that no matter how fast or how good your reflexes are, you can never seem to smack them. he was your elusive dream-boy. you even thought it was a ghost at one time, but that didn’t matter, because he wasn’t supposed to be there. he never had this much free time to be following you around, he should’ve been in practice instead, or rather, dead.

but no matter how dead he really was, there was something about this mirage that you made you want it to stay. maybe it was because of how greedy you were, clinging onto any memories that he had, because you were never ready to say goodbye.

you never would be.

or maybe it was the universe punishing you. for not being there on time. for not saying ‘I love you’ in time. for not letting go of him already.

the way he went out was pretty simple, a driver on his phone hits an unsuspecting boy as he tried to cross the street. they never knew why he was crossing the street, but you knew he was going to the flower stall where he got you your favourite flowers whenever he went out. it wasn’t anything special. it made the newspaper headlines for a week or two, ‘team mates hold ceremony in memory of pro volleyball athlete.’ he would reach people’s mouths for a while too, ‘he had so much potential’, ‘he was so young, how shameful’ or ‘I hope they put the driver behind bars for life.’ they never seemed to understand that it doesn’t matter what happened to the driver, there would still be blood seeping out of his head and onto the hood of the light blue car hood.

he would still be as lifeless as the chemistry books resting in the shelves of a delinquent student.

he would still be dead.

he would still be only a memory, forgotten and eluded over time.

but no matter what, he never left you. he was always there, even after death.

overtime, you got used to it. it was almost second nature to check if he was there or not. you never needed to check because he always was, but you feared that if you looked away for a second, he’d be taken away from you again, like your acknowledgement of him was the only thing keeping him here. you were the only thing keeping him here.

but maybe he didn’t need to be kept here any longer, make it was time for him to go. but you never knew what the right time was. the concept was always so weird to you, some would say that time is a social construct, others would say that it governs your body or even that it restricts empowerment. you knew the second one was partially true, but the concept was so abstract that it never had a definite answer. it made it harder for you to decide when you needed to let him go. especially because you knew, that if you never made the decision to date him, he would be earning trophies and getting interviewed.

“why are you still here?” you had asked him one winter morning, as you both sat on your porch stairs.

your breath went out as smoke from your mouth like a fire breathing dragon, joining the smoke that your warm cup of tea made as you both sat on the steps. the distant chirping of the migrating birds were loud yet empty, almost as if it was inviting you to mark the snow with your spirit and to sing along.

he didn’t answer, but for the first time you felt like he was actually looking at you for once, his dark blue eyes piercing into your side profile. you could feel them rake over your features, as if he were analysing a new object and regaining his surroundings or as if he were looking for the last time and wanted to memorise it.

he kept staring at you, till the point you felt slightly conscious about your face, almost wanting to mould everything into something else like clay. you had always wanted to melt away in the most uncomfortable situations, escaping to some gutter or drain, but his stare made you realise that you still had a face, even if you couldn’t feel it. that’s how the rest of the morning went. his stare burning into the back of your head. he might as well have tattooed his eyes onto you.

but just like time, the answer was never definitive and never given, and you didn’t know what to do. maybe you needed to actually tell yourself that the boy who hit you in the head with his jump serve and insulted you afterwards was really dead. that maybe he wasn’t going to be there to wrap up your knee injuries or scold you for keeping your nails too long. that maybe his time on earth was enough and he really needed to go.

so, little by little, he started appearing less, and you couldn’t feel him as strongly as before. you did start feeling a certain pang of sadness in your throat whenever he wouldn’t be there in your sight, but it wasn’t sad enough to pull out the tears from your eyes.

and little by little, you didn’t have enough time to focus on him. exams and practice was all that was on your mind, and sometimes he would squeeze in whenever there was space, like a mouse when escaping from a cat and diving in between the walls.

but he was pushed to the back of your mind, and you barely noticed or cared to look for him anymore. you didn’t want to admit it, but at times you would will him to appear when you felt yourself drifting off into your own world of school.

that’s how it was for the remainder of your years at karasuno high school. you were droned into a monotonous routine of studying, eating, practicing and sleeping, barely even stepping out to hang with your team-mates or friends. you seemed to like it better that way, all alone to do something productive or just be bored by yourself. in those times you were by yourself, you could feel a tightening tension in your throat, like you were waiting for something you didn’t know of. you would grip onto your shirt whenever that would happen, wanting to tear the murky feeling out.

it was surprising yet expected when that ‘thing’ you were waiting for was on your graduation day, when you found yourself face to face with him on the court.

everything was slightly dark but the lights from the main school building gave a soft glow to the gym, as if it were apart of your dream, a dream you knew you didn’t want to wake up from because he was there, right on the other side of the net.

he looked as fresh as the day you first met him. he was practicing after hours and accidentally served a ball out of the gym, hitting you in the leg as you passed by to go home from your own practice. he came running out, his face flushed unevenly and sweat dripping down it. the look he gave you told you he didn’t have the patience for you, but the moment you asked if you could help, it changed to annoyance. maybe it wasn’t the best first impression, but it wasn’t the last.

even with the grids of the net blocking the whole view of him, you could still tell he was as beautiful as the day he confessed to you. his raven silky and arrogant, his face pale yet full of life, his lips loud yet secretive and his eyes, dark and inviting.

the net felt so rough yet so familiar as you put your forehead against it, the pleasant warm and soft feeling of his forehead greeting yours. it was almost like you both were meeting at a border, you both were right there yet so far away. and like at a border, he watched you cry. he watched as the drops raced down your skin, very much the same way his fingers would, but he knew you weren’t sad, you were just so happy to see him one last time.

taking a few breaths in and holding in your sniffles, you talked, not caring that your voice cracked, “happy graduation, tobio. I would tease you for not being able to graduate because of how dumb you are at studies, but you still would have, because you could easily work hard if you wanted you, and I’m sure you would have bothered me to tutor you. you would have graduated with all your medals dangling on your neck, and you would get so annoyed by how loud they would clatter that you would hide them in your gown. in fact, they did mention you at the end. ‘tobio kageyama, the king of the court.’ I knew you would have grown to love the name, hinata told me so.”

he wondered how you could chuckle in such a sad situation. it’s actually one of the things he admired about you, knowing not to give up. it’s what attracted him most to you.

“fuck, I miss you so much. I know I’ll never be able to let go of you because you make a room in my heart and left all of your stupid books and equipment in there and I can’t move it. it will always hurt to think about you, because you aren’t fucking here, graduating with me or exploring the world like we wanted to, mapping off countries which we’ve been too for matches. we were supposed to be the setters couple, the best in the world. but it’s okay, I understood that you had to move on, and maybe you’re doing better things right now. but so am I, I’m going to join the national team and win every single match for you.”

the tears were so hot against your skin, you could almost believe that you were in a sauna. your nose was blocked and sniffling and your throat hurt so much with how many words you wanted to say but couldn’t. looking into his eyes, you could see a flicker of sadness, but what really caught you was that he was smiling. he did smile around you a lot, but this smile said it was the last one.

“I love you tobio kageyama, I love you for everything that you were and everything that you did. you will always be apart of me and each time I set the ball, you’re always going to be there, guiding me. I just want your dumbass to hit me in the head again with your serve, but we can only dream. happy graduation, tobio kageyama, everyone’s so proud of you.”

taking in his dark blue eyes for the last time, you closed yours, trying to feel his soul through his skin. even with the pain burning through your body, you could feel him and it calmed you so much, it made you understand that while there may never be the right time to let go, there didn’t have to be a right time, because he was always going to be there.

little by little, the feeling of warmth that he exuded was gone, leaving you alone in the court; the place where you both began and ended.

he was your elusive dream-boy, and he was always going to be your elusive dream-boy.

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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Black Dragon Boys HCS

Cw:food, ab*sive m*other mentions

Kano

Hes a huge softie! And very easy to convince , Well at least by me anyway "if ya think you can bat your cute little eyelashes to get what ya want...then youre absolutely right"

Whoever said that this Man doesnt shower is wrong, I like the hc that hes actually quite clean, his own house Is a different set of rules but shhh

Messy, just...so messy

As seen in his friendshipp finisher hes quite good at bbq so every sunday he invites kabal and erron over to have a good ole bbq

Fuck cannon, black dragon bffs , they get on eachothers nerves but honestly is way more fun if they are just good Friends who do dumb shit togheter.

(Erron is the only one with functional braincell convince me otherwise)

Shirts? Why would he need shirts? This Man loathes shirts, getting him to use one is a miracle and a feat few people can accomplish.

The aussie jokes like "that isnt a Knife,THIS IS A KNIFE" arent funny to him, but kabal does it to get on his nerves.

He Designed a whole place in the black dragon base as a kitten sanctuary, anyone is free to take a break there if needed, a short one though, get back to work!

If you wanna get on his good side just buy him knives, the older the better he has a whole collection of em.

He shaves with his knives, and thats a fact , hes got a pretty steady hand too.

This Man sleeps shirtless, i mean who needs sleepwear anyway.

Kabal

Aw yeah my main Man kabal!

Ive been wondering, if we ever had a playlist togheter it would be a Fucking minefield.

Maybe you got some nice old indie rock, and suddenly 5 songs of h*milton the musical come in ONE AFTER THE OTHER.

I like the idea that hes just a huge nerd (I read this hc some months ago in a @/spacehologramcollection fic) and honestly same lets stay all night playing games togheter.

He says fashion aint his thing but u see his wardrobe and everything looks good on him.

Of course he has those clothes that are rotten and gutted and that he uses to mess with kano or erron.

He fast as fucc boi, if you feel a breeze behind you thats probably kabal running to do something he forgot before kano notices.

Hes honestly okay with kanos bbq, he brings all the snacks to eat while the foods cooking in the grill.

Mans got everything you need, he aint picky with snacks, he has this huge drawer in his messy ass kitchen filled to the brim with snacks.

Likes cleaning but it takes him so long to get started with it.

Sleeps like a fucking log, good luck trying to awake him.

Erron

Me? Proyecting my trauma on him? I could never. BUCKLE UP EVERYONE

He lived with his abusive mom most of his teenager years, he did learnt a lot from her but still hates her guts to this day.

If you for some reason want to make him mad ask abt his mom.

Hes the only person that has a functioning brain when hes with kano and kabal.

Hes the person who takes em out of trouble.

He talks mostly with cowboy slang, he wont translate nor Will he stop doing it,good luck.

Okay this is a crack hc , you cant tell me he didnt find "old town road" by lil nas x at least a bit amusing.

Hes has that "horse girl" energy.

His hat is his most precious thing, dont touch it (only I can)

If you ask him how Long hes been alive he'll answer but Will tell you a different thing every time. Just to mess with you

When its bbq sunday hes the one who brings all the drinks, he has Many favors yet to be cashed ( idk If thats how you say it)

He snores rather loudly, kano and kabal have learnt to deal with it and block out the sound.

Okay...I think thats all of em!

Also if you happend to notice that one (or more) of my hcs resemble someone elses please let me know, so I can check and if needed credit them properly.

#erron #kano #kabal #jericos cannon hcs #tw abusive mother ment #tw abusive mother #tw food #cw food #tw flashing lights #cw flashing

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certainglitterhologram · 4 years

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Lysander Scamander and Lily Potter II

I have a feeling that growing up, Lily and Lysander were best friends. Lorcan was super, super, SUPER close friends with Lily, and obviously Lysander, since they are twins, (trust me on this,), but Lily and Lysander just shared a bond the tiniest bit stronger.

Lily being an adventure seeking, adrenaline junky, while was Lysander, also adventure loving, but with limits. He knew his boundries and where to draw the line, but struggled to show that line to Lily, who would just jumped into every tree, every river, wanting to ride the hippogriff that she found in the woods behind the Scamander’s house.

Lysander putting his head into his hands each time, saying “Lily. It’s dangerous. It could bite you, you could fall off, it could have rabies, fleas or something even worse. “

Lily rolling her eyes and attempting to do it anyway, running up to the hippogriff and almost getting trampled to death. Like Scorpius’ dad, but actually life threatening.

After getting her out of there, Lysander smirked at her and said, “Don’t really wanna say I told you so, but....... *Pause* Oh who am I kidding, of course I do. Never tell me I’m wrong Lily, and expect to succeed in whatever dumb thing you’re doing. Lily just scoffing and said “I’m Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley’s daughter. The only reason I almost got trampled was obviously because the hippogriff sensed you behind that tree.”

Lysander, used to these egotistical comments, says “Oh yes, how could I be so stupid. It’s not like I’m the great-grandson of Newt Scamander, or anything. And the situation we are talking about involves a damn hippogriff. “

On the Hogwarts Express, Lily, Hugo, Lysander and Lorcan in the same compartment and a tall, lanky dark haired boy comes in. He introduced himself as Matthew Corner, and Lysander, being the best with people, gets up and politely introduces himself, and introduced the others.

Matt is immediately liked by everyone in the compartment, and they form their own little quintet, bonding over candy and pranks in the compartment.

When Albus and James come in to check on Lily, she just giggles and waves, before redirecting her attention to Lorcan, who had eaten one of those cool sweets that make you grow features of an animal, that Hugo had brought on the train.

The Sorting Ceremony went as expected, really.

Matthew, was one of the first, and had barely sat on the stool, before the hat shouted “RAVENCLAW”

Hugo went next. He was on the stool for a long time with that hat on his head. Not enough to be a hat stall, but just enough to be notably long, before the hat yelled “HU-GRYFFINDOR!”

When Lily was called, she sashayed up to the stool, with an overwhelming amount of confidence, and James yelled “YES, LILS! WHOO!”. The hat suprisingly sat there for a while, debating between Slytherin and Gryffindor, before ultimately deciding on Gryffindor.

Lysander had a feeling of dread at that moment. He did have seperation anxiety from Lorcan, just a mild case, but enough to make him dread the thought of them being in different houses. He hadn’t thought of it until that moment, becuase Lorcan and him were so alike. He ruled out that thought, and focused on relaxing himself

Lorcan jumped on the stool and only had a couple seconds of deliberation, before “HUFFLEPUFF!”

Lysander knew even before going up there, that there was no way he would be in Hufflepuff. He wasn’t exactly the definition of hardworking. Not that he wasn’t, no, he just had a tendency to quit things that no longer interested him, rather than working throught it.

When his name was called, he was immediately sorted into Ravenclaw. He knew he should feel proud, as he was taking after his mother, and had one of his closest friends with him, Matthew, but being away from his twin, best friend and other close friend, was paining him. But Lysander was known to almost always be happy, so shut these feelings down, sucked it up and got used to it. Eventually, he found that it wasn’t that bad, and that Lily and him were still best friends, and Lorcan was still his right hand man. And vice versa.

In their second year, Lily tried out for the Gryffindor quidditch team, and made it, as their Seeker. A few weeks into the season, it was Lily’s third match, Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff and literal miliseconds after Lily caught the snitch and secured the win for Gryffindor, in a rage, one of the Hufflepuff beaters bat a bludger straight at the back of her head, knocking her out.

Lysander, Lorcan, Hugo and Matt sprinted down the stands, running over towards her. She was crumpled on the grass and being levitated onto a stretcher by Headmistress McGonagall.

The culprit of the injury had jumped on his broom and flew towards the castle, and Lysander was trembling with rage. He snapped at the other boys (Hugo, Matt and Lorcan,) to follow him to see if they could find the boy. They found him trying to run into the castle without being seen, but Lysander jumped on him, and pinned him down, so he couldn’t get away, while Lorcan and Hugo sent red sparks to the teachers, letting them know the found him.

Then, of course, Lysander did the unexpected. Just when the teacher and the student were coming into view, he let go of the boy and punch him straight in the nose, breaking it, as soon as the first met the boy’s face. A single punch before Lysander pulled him close and whispered in a deadly calm tone

“Never. NEVER touch my Lily, EVER again.” Dropping the boy on the ground, before walking over to a shocked twin and Matthew. Leaning against the wall behind them and wiping the blood from the boy’s broken nose in the white-blond hair, not even caring at the streak of red in his hair.

Consequently, he recived three weeks of detention. Could have been worse, I suppose, was his attitude. For the next month, he recived fist bumps from James in the hallways and tiny smirks from Albus, telling him, they were proud.

Three years later, in fifth year, Lysander was noticing that he was catching feelings for Lily, but then, Matt had shyly asked her out, and she replied with “Why not?”.

Everytime they held hands, hugged, kissed or did anything of the sort, Lysander felt a rage build up inside of him. But for Lily’s sake, he tried to be happy. For Lily.

Lorcan noticed immediately, and after teasing that Albus owed him 12 Galleons, comforted him and said that he was sure that Lily felt the same way, but just hadn’t noticed it yet, and told Ly to just play along and calm down.

Hugo noticed it in History of Magic, his first class after breakfast, where after seeing Lily and Matthew snog right in front of him, Lysander had crushed a goblet with his hands. After giving him some kind of twin telepathic look that Hugo couldn’t interpret, Lorcan sighed and muttered “Reparo”.

Hugo thought it was weird, but thought not much of it until he realized in the middle of HOM. (He is Ron Weasley’s kid. Ofc he wouldn’t fucking notice.)

Hugo sent a note to the table where Ly and Matt were sitting, across the room, in a oragami swan (^-^) that read on the outside

Matt, if you’re reading this, just give it straight to Ly. Nothing really that interesting here,

In it, read

Lysander, mate...I realized you like Lily. Or Matt. I’m not sure, mate, i’m not going to make any assumptions. If it is Matt though, good for you. If it’s Lily, It was kinda obvious, so maybe, don’t crush a goblet next time they snog... just trying to help, but just know, that if Lily doesn’t choose you or doesn’t feel the same way, (Which she does.) the whole Potter-Weasley-Granger-Johnson-Delacour clan is on your side.

If you need anyone to talk to, I’m always here, mate. Just say the word.

-Hugo

and Hugo got a paper dragon back, saying

Well, I shouldn’t really suprised, but it’s Lily. I’m not fucking gay. But thanks for being supportive. Love you, bro.

~Ly

Lysander walked out of that class feeling a lot better, while Hugo felt smug. Hugo ran up to Fred II saying how he was about to have won his little bet with Rose. But they walked into the middle of the hallway to see Lily and Matthew, both looking solemn, (which was a first for Lily, who was almost always happy.)

They were speaking in hushed tones, Matt nodded and hugged Lily in an almost friendly manner, before walking away, with a smile on his face.

“What happened?” Lysander asked Lily, plainly curious.

“Oh, Matt and I both agreed that this relationship wasn’t working. We did like eachother.. but we agreed that being friends was more benefical for both of us.

Lysander tried very hard not to break out into a grin, while saying “Aw.. You two were cute together. “

Lily snorted and just walked into the Transfiguration classroom and plopped down in her chair.

During the passing period after the next class, Lysander quickly told Lorcan the news, who encouraged him to ask her out at dinner. And Lysander agreed

Lysander worked up his courage to ask her out and was about to walk over to the Gryffindor table, went she walked into the Great Hall, smirking.

“YOU!” she yelled, pointing at Lysander. The hall went silent.

“ME!” Lysander yelled back, sticking his toungue out at her.

“GO ON A DATE WITH ME ON THE NEXT HOGSMEADE TRIP?” Lily shouted, across the hall and out of nowhere.

“ANYTHING FOR YOU LILS!” The sentence slipped out of Lysander’s mouth before he could stop it, but he was glad he did.

Lily ran over to them, while Lorcan and Matt nudged Lysander, but Lily ignored them, pulling Lysander into a kiss that lasted a good forty five seconds.

The Great Hall cheered, and Lily whispered “I saw you crush that goblet at breakfast today, Ly. I didn’t even remember it until an hour ago. I knew you felt the same as me, so I did something so you wouldn’t have to ask me out. Carriages to Hogsmeade at 10 sound good?”

Lysander couldn’t say anything, so he nodded.

“Perfect! “ And Lysander watched Lily walk to her awed girl friends and a particularly smug Hugo.

Let’s just say a lot of money was exchanged that day.

#Hp #harry potter #harry potter next generation #hp next gen #hp next gen headcanon #Love #first kiss #harry potter oc #Lily Luna Potter #Lysander scamander

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falloutglow · 4 years

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Would you ever write a modern AU spooky detective story with Nick and Echo? 👀

Short answer: YESSSSSSS maybe someday lol.

So, the uh type of murder mysteries I tend to like read have a cat on the cover...and def have a set formula that is the subgenre cozy of murder mysteries. MC is typically a small business owner, with a pet companion, love interest is typically the detective (or another small business owner, idk usually described as hot LOL first few books there’s usually like 2 guys and there’s the whole blah blah blah “who will she choose” despite knowing whomst it is >_> I skim those bits) who is on the murder case and wants to make sure MC doesnt go like getting herself in over her head cause OOPS DUG TOO DEEP. (Yes. Some Hallmark movies on their murder & mysteries channel are based off these type of books lol Watched some with my grandma...moving on)

More likely than not...probably would write something bit like that just...minus the dumb love triangle bullshit.... kasfsdhf Cannot stress enough, not. a. fan. of that trope. Firm believer of two hands.

....I may write something later... *le shrug*

Longer answer cause you reminded me akdsjfhdsfjsdh god so... *lies the fuck down* so before I even started this sideblog there was... Tea Shop Monsters Au @glitchvault74 and I like started as an RP months ago as a treat (feels like longer cause March lasted 2 years istg) that we’ve both agreed the au needs to soooo be fuckin worked on haha. I’ve honestly thought about like...taking biiiits of it for a potential one off story, but haven’t fully decided how to go about it.

Here’s a lil uh fic set in tsm au [Third Time’s the Charm] with Echo and Dogmeat and...weird shit going on in her apartment...

This au she’s not...fully human (hence the monsters aspect lol) but is also like digging into wtf she is while avoiding her own dad (mom’s overseas being an opera star aksfh) and finding out about ‘The Underground’ (for the life of me cannot remember what we called it but its like this network of literal underground cities few folks know about because yes I’m pullin an American Dragon on this au) and works at a new Tea Shop as the main baker because the owners (glitch’s ocs) liked that she has a dog. Hired on the spot haha.

Ghosts are like heavily involved with Echo and are suddenly starting to become a bit of a problem after moving out. Then a dog followed her home... Not to mention being attacked by a gang of monsters aaaand being helped out by Nick...she may have accidentally taken his dog (nah Dogmeat just does what he do). Folks are disappearing in the city and Nick’s trying to, well, do his job lol. Thiiiis au he’s still a synth but uses “glamours” to make him appear more human, which....lots of monsters do to blend in above ground and not freak people out...

They help each other out and uuuuh fall for each other because YEP *nods*

Tea Shop au is why I have um... Electric Love by Borns; and Dance Macabre by Ghost on their ship playlist kasjdfhdsf

There are uuuuuh...lots of ideas that swam around for this au lol. My favorite (which...I...doubt I’ll use in the more non-au fics) bits were being able to use what I like to call “Demon Nests”, which are basically shadow figures that feed off the living and their energy and nests are sorta like their own ‘city’. In order to get rid of one, you have to ‘kill the heart’ of the nest itself. Had a whole uh fuckin chart of the dif types of monsters and where’d they fall on a scale... Lots of world building LOL

If I did write for that au again uh...I’ll def try to keep it not near as like dense in needing to know the worldbuilding XD Cause shit I’m def gonna dismantle and change what we had originally aksdhfsdf Also it’d def be a one-shot cause ya girl be slow writer askfhsdf

[Would you ever write…]

#asking glow #eeveevie #tea shop monsters au #like..most of yall wouldnt even know wtf im talking about #cause dat au was like pre this blog AND at the veeeery fuckin beginning #THEN i got the idea for Sanctuary Hills fic and it was all downhill from there LOL #echo and nick #ship: got lost and found love

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gem-quest · 4 years

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[ SIDEQUEST 03. — INFERNA & NEDDY ]

neddy doll by @bebemoon on urstyle! story is an optional read, as it’s just a continuation/spinoff that fanfan & i felt like writing <333

in which neddy and inferna share a single brain cell ;DDD

It wasn’t long after Ace had left when Inferna got a response from Neddy: let’s meet up!

And there was a picture attached, to help Inferna navigate the snowy forest.

Inferna sighed, swiping her inventory closed as she prepared to go over to the copse of pine trees that Neddy had indicated. She had a few bars of chocolate; she was thinking of melting them in order to make a gooey approximation of hot chocolate (it was a shame that she didn’t have any marshmallows with her, though). And even if they couldn’t find anything dry enough to make a fire with, that was a non-issue with Inferna’s totally swaggy fire-mage powers.

I hate the fucking cold, Inferna thought to herself, disgruntled, as she trudged through the snow, keeping half an eye out for any other Yetis who were in the mood to terrorize some rando who was dumb enough to have her hair dyed a glittery bright orange. Even in the real world. Winter as a concept can go fuck itself.

Inferna finally arrived, about ten minutes later. “Sup,” she greeted, pushing through branches and pine needles until she was also standing in the clearing.

She gave Neddy a once-over. The Moonstone player had been wearing her signature flowy fabric-y thingies when they were separated, which Inferna would never ever wear in her life because 1) she would freeze to fucking death, and 2) she would tangle herself in all the floating bits of wispy cloth and fall on her face like a scrub. But now, Neddy had somehow copped herself some kind of...ice armor? Pretty ice armor, too.

But, no, there was also something else that was different...

“Hey!” Inferna said, abruptly. “What the hell happened to your hair?!”

Neddy looked miserable. “Be real with me,” she replied. “Is it the geriatric travesty I think it is?”

Inferna scratched her head, consideringly. Neddy’s lilac hair had somehow turned itself white - did she use a hair dye potion, or something?

“It’s...definitely something,” she said, then grinned, picking her way through the snow until she was standing by the other girl (waving hi to cute lil’ smol Jack as she did so. He looked more like a puppy and less like a dragon, when he was shrunken down like this!).

“Okay, yeah, it looks wack. What’d you do to it?!?!”

Neddy emitted a small plaintive sound. “I don’t know,” she whimpered. “It’s something to do with this-”

She pulled out a crystally ice dagger. Inferna frowned.

Shaking her newly-white head, the other player threw her free hand up, clueless. “I pulled it out of a tree and now I look like this!”

“Huh,” Inferna said, leaning closer, curious. “Can I see?”

And, because Inferna was - and one cannot stress this enough - a total fucking idiot, she reached out to take the crystalline dagger from Neddy’s hands.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! What is it doing to me?!” she shrieked, pulling her hand away from the dagger.

Too late: there was already a thin veneer of ice creeping up her legs, over her boots. It felt - cold, like all those times rainwater had soaked through her shoes while she trudged to class without an umbrella because her 0 IQ ass could never remember to check the weather. She frantically shook one leg, then the other, trying to somehow get the ice to just go away and leave her alone...!!!

“Oh!” Neddy shrieked, too. “Oh my god!”

Inferna watched as Neddy, who was just as horrified as Inferna, immediately dropped the dagger into the snow and tried to help her in the only way she knew how- by breathing warmth onto her. Great misty plumes of breath billowed into the wintry air, doing- as one might imagine- fuck all to actually stop the ice-spread. And the ice was enveloping her entire body, like the scene with Anna in Frozen!

“Why do I have to be an ice sculpture, I hate the cold, why couldn’t I be a cake sculpture instead, at least I’d be able to eat my way out,” Inferna wailed miserably, lifting her hands up to watch as the ice hardened over her fingers. “This is bullshit!”

She swung her gaze wildly around the clearing. “D’you know if Jack can do anything that melts ice???” she said to Neddy. “I mean, he’s a dragon, right? Dragons can do cool shit?”

“He breathes poison!” her friend screeched, anxiously flapping her hands. “That definitely will not help!”

“Why can’t he breathe fire?!” Inferna also screeched. “How am I supposed to use my Tearoom coupons for free scones if I’m a fucking ice sculpture!!!”

...wait a second. Breathe...fire?

Inferna could do that, right? Well, she couldn’t breathe fire, but she could still summon fire…? Because, you know. Totally swaggy fire-mage powers???

Oh. Duh, she thought, belatedly.

So, Inferna raised her ice-covered hands again, and concentrated. The layer of cold that had spread over basically her entire body dampened her powers a bit, but they still worked.

After a few seconds, her hands began to warm up, and they started emitting a faint orange glow. A few more moments passed, and the ice had begun to crack and melt.

“Hey! Shit, I think it’s working!” Inferna exclaimed, holding up her palms for Neddy to see.

Neddy clutched her chest, looking just as relieved as Inferna felt. “Oh, thank god,” she exhaled.

When the ice over her hands was gone, Inferna continued melting the ice off her body with the small flame hovering over her palms, grimacing as the frigid water soaked through her clothes. Once the ice was all gone, she grabbed her player-plexus and swiped open her inventory, dragging out about half a dozen H-rank “hair dryer” potions.

She uncorked one of the glass vials and dumped the gaseous contents over her head. There was a poof! of lavender smoke as the glass vial shimmered out of existence.

Inferna felt...drier than she had been, but not 100% back to normal. Which made sense - the potions were specifically made to dry hair, after all. She continued dumping potions over her head until she was completely dry, then turned to face Neddy again.

“So, what’s up with the new look? How come you didn’t turn into an ice sculpture???”

“Trust me, if I knew I’d tell you,” said Neddy. She bent down to very cautiously take the dagger up again. Inferna watched as she stood up straight, unharmed, and frowned down at the weapon. “I don’t know.”

Inferna frowned, too. “Well, do you want some hair dye potion to try to turn your hair back? I have a ton.”

And then she giggled, just a little bit. “But that white-haired look is still pretty great, I gotta say.”

Neddy made grabby-hands, and Inferna laughed again. “Please!” Neddy exclaimed, so Inferna pulled her player-plexus up to snipe a quick picture of Neddy with her white hair - grinning the entire time - before she swiped open her inventory, scrolling over to her H-rank cosmetic potions.

“What color do you want? I’m not sure if I have your exact lilac color, but I have some other pretty purples.” And she held her plexus out so that Neddy could see.

“Ah. Well, the palest purple you have will do,” Neddy answered.

Inferna squinted at her purple hair dye potions. She had a very light, washed-out violet-indigo color, so she dragged it out and examined the glass bottle thoughtfully, gently swirling the semi-gaseous substance inside. “You wanna try this one?” she asked.

The other player nodded tentatively. “Sure. Let’s- let’s try it.”

Inferna shrugged. “Aight, here goes,” and she upended the contents of the glass bottle over Neddy’s head.

There was a flash of purple smoke and silver sparkles as the hair dye potion settled over Neddy’s hair. The bottle disappeared, magicked away into nothingness, and Inferna switched her plexus camera function into selfie mode and passed it over to Neddy so that she could see what she looked like.

“You think it worked?”

With her lips in a line, Neddy turned her head this way and that, getting a good look at the colour from every conceivable angle. Then: “It’s a little bluer than before, but...yeah. Yeah, it worked. It’s better than the white, at least.”

Inferna grinned. “Lit! We should go find somewhere to sit down, then. I want to make hot chocolate.”

She took her plexus back, dragging out a tin can filled with sugar cubes that had a small tray attached to the inside, filled with Inferna sauce - sort of like the set-up for the Nutella to-go thingies that Inferna loved - and carefully dipped a sugar cube in the sauce before tossing it at Jack.

“Errrrpf,” the dragon purred, and Inferna beamed at him. She leaned down to scratch him behind his ears, then scooped him up in her arms, her player-plexus in her free hand.

After she was ready, she said, “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Right behind,” answered Neddy, and they set off at a brisk pace (well, as brisk of a pace as she could get in the stupid six inches of snow covering the ground), Inferna hugging Jack to her chest and letting his head settle on her shoulder. They walked for a few minutes before Inferna found a small clearing with a few large-ish, flat rocks that they could comfortably sit on.

She brushed the snow off of them and plopped down, patting the spot next to her for Neddy and letting Jack settle in her lap before she started scrolling through her inventory.

“Do you think you have any water or milk or something in your inventory, for hot chocolate?” Inferna asked. “I definitely have the chocolate we’d need.”

In response, Neddy swiped into her inventory, humming a question. Inferna watched her scroll for several seconds before stopping on an item.

“Dragon’s milk is all I have,” she said, a small wrinkle forming between her brows. “Don’t suppose that would work?”

Inferna paused, and considered. “Will it give us cancer?” she asked, dragging out two cups and the chocolate she bought the other day.

Neddy blinked and looked back at the Plexus screen as if it would provide the answer. “Er, not- no, I don’t think so,” she replied.

Inferna gave a nonchalant half-shrug. “Okay, let’s try it then,” she said, taking the chocolate out and setting half of it in one of the cups. She summoned a ball of fire and balanced it on her open palm, holding the cup above the flame and waiting for the chocolate to melt, occasionally putting out the fire to use her hand to stir the chocolate.

Once the chocolate had turned somewhat gooey, Inferna threw Neddy a glance. “You have the milk?”

In response, the other player produced the little glass stoppered bottle of milk from the Plexus. A cartoonish blue dragon was emblazoned on the item.

Inferna grinned. “Pour some in?”

And once Neddy had filled the cup the rest of the way with the dragon’s milk, Inferna let the hot chocolate sit over the flame for a few more minutes, stirring the entire time, before she extinguished the fireball. “Ta-da!” she exclaimed, handing the hot chocolate to Neddy. “Tell me how it tastes? And ooh - be careful, it’s hot.”

Neddy accepted the cup gratefully and blew at the billowing heat coming off of the mug. She took a sip and hummed. “It’s not bad, actually!” she said, a note of excitement in her voice. “Can’t even taste the...dragon.”

Inferna quickly made another cup of hot chocolate for herself, and took a sip. “Mmm, you’re right,” she replied. “It just tastes like regular hot chocolate.”

She grinned. “Good to know that dragon milk has its many uses!”

They sat in silence for a while, drinking the hot chocolate - with Inferna feeding Jack sauce-covered sugar cubes every few minutes or so, to the dragon’s delight - and Inferna had just polished off the last of her drink, her player-plexus already in her hand as she began scrolling through her inventory to see what else she could make, before a Yeti burst through the trees and into the clearing.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Inferna shouted, as the Yeti roared and advanced. “Can’t we ever get some peace and quiet in this damn game?!?!”

Inferna jumped up - displacing Jack as she did so - and pulled one of her flaming daggers out, bringing her free hand up and firing off a quick succession of mini-fireballs at the stupid Yeti. A few ash-gray spots bloomed over its torso, the fur smoking and charring as it came into contact with fire, but the attack didn’t do much to slow it down.

“What now?” Inferna heard Neddy shout, and when she whirled around to face her, the panic was evident on her face.

Inferna shot a bigger fireball at the Yeti. “Uh, I don’t know?!?!?!” Inferna yelled in response, shoving Neddy out of the way as the Yeti responded with a blast of icy magic. “Do you have any ignitium potions??? I’ve already used mine up!”

They were behind the Yeti, now. Neddy swiped quickly through her Plexus inventory.

“Er, it’s not something I usually collect!” she answered, evidently coming up with nil.

“Fuck,” Inferna said, with feeling. Jack scurried over the snow to hide behind Neddy’s legs, chittering with distress.

The Yeti was turning around, but slowly. It gave Inferna enough time to lob a fireball at its eye, which set off a cacophony of obnoxiously loud roars.

A thought occurred to her, just as the Yeti reached out to grab for them. Inferna darted to the left, shoving Neddy to the right, and the Yeti's comically large fingers closed over empty air. “You think your weird ice dagger thingy will do anything?” Inferna yelled over her shoulder as she held both her palms up, blasting fire in its direction.

Out of the corner of her eye, Inferna could see Neddy quickly feeling around her person before coming up with the dagger, which had been tucked into a special slot in one of her gauntlets. Hand visibly quaking, she handled it blade-down; like an icepick, rather than a melee weapon.

“I, er,” she called nervously, “just give me a second, okay?”

Inferna gritted her teeth. “Make it quick!” she shouted back.

Inferna continued to batter the Yeti with flames, and it was doing something, because she could tell that it was slowing down. But at this rate, Inferna would run out of steam long before the Yeti did.

Shaking her head, frustrated, Inferna yelled a warning in Neddy’s direction - “You better be ready with that stupid ice sculpture dagger!” - before she quickly darted below one of the Yeti’s swinging arms and slashed the Yeti in the gut with her flaming daggers.

“Now!” she yelled at Neddy, flicking her daggers away and bringing her hands up to shoot jets of fire into the Yeti’s face. She gritted her teeth again as Neddy stumbled a step forward - and seemed to hesitate a moment. It looked like she was gripping the dagger so tightly her knuckles were white.

A heartbeat passed, then another.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Inferna yelled again, sweat trickling down the side of her face, despite the chilly temperatures, and she watched as Neddy shut her eyes, breathing out.

Then, Neddy shifted. Her courage became suddenly evident in her posture. Her eyes flew open and then-

She leapt...

...and plunged her ice dagger thingymabob into the Yeti’s back.

“Fucking finally!” Inferna exclaimed as ice began to form over the Yeti’s fur. She shot off one last bit of fire before she threw herself away from the Yeti, landing on her butt in the snow.

She looked up, panting, as the ice continued to spread across the expanse of the Yeti’s torso, down to its legs, up its arms. The Yeti didn’t seem to like it one bit - it continued to roar and thrash, even as the ice solidified over its neck and head, rendering it immobile.

All was still in the clearing.

Then, Jack climbed into Inferna’s lap, squawking something in dragonese, and nudged at the tin can of sugar cubes that had spilled out of her satchel in the melee.

“Holy shit,” Inferna breathed out, automatically feeding Jack one of the sugar cubes. She re-directed her gaze to Neddy, and grinned wildly. “That worked! That actually fucking worked!”

Neddy appeared just as stunned at her own handiwork. Her mouth hung open. “Wow,” she muttered.

Inferna got up and gathered her things - some of which had been scattered all over the clearing, thanks to the stupid Yeti - before scooping Jack up again and making her way over to Neddy. She punched her in the arm, playfully. “That was badass!”

The other player’s face unstuck at that, and she grinned, putting the heel of her palm to her forehead in awe. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” Neddy laughed. “Wow!”

Inferna grinned back at her. “Come on. Grab your ice dagger and let’s get out of here, before the Yeti figures out how to escape!”

#writing #sq3 #inferna #vicky #neddy #enthroned #selah #jack #!!!#a midwinter's night dream #they dumb AFFFFF #s/o fanfan for collabing w me!#inferna story

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psycho-slytherin · 5 years

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Off-Limits

Your big brother’s best friend has always been off-limits, but you’re tired of being treated like a little kid.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: geek terms

WC: 2.9k

|mlist| ~ |birthday fics|

A belated birthday fic for @mypersonalityiskpop! Happy birthday!

You stare at yourself in the mirror and sigh. He’s only ever going to see you as a kid, his best friend’s little sister. He’s so annoying and cute and you hate him and you’ve had a crush on him since seventh grade and ugh.

“Y/n, do you have plans tonight?” Joon asks, knocking.

“Nah, I was just gonna watch Sherlock and eat ice cream,” you reply, opening the door to face your brother. Even though he’s only two years older, he’s almost a foot taller than you– when you were younger, you were the same height, and over the years you’ve watched him shoot upwards while you’re still on the short side of average.

“Well, can you make plans? I’m having the guys over and I don’t want you to bother us.”

You press your lips together. “No, I’m not going to rain check Netflix. I’ll stay in my room, so don’t worry.” You have this conversation every week; your brother hates it when you bother his friends, but it seems ‘bothering’ them just means saying hi or offering snacks. You learned early on that the only way to satisfy Namjoon was to leave them alone completely.

But Yoongi always tried to include you– even when you were younger and dumber and just wanted to be one of the guys. You’re not obsessed with joining Namjoon and his friends anymore, which is why it sucks so much that you still have this dumb crush on Yoongi.

Whatever. You fetch your bowl of ice cream and curl up in your bed to rewatch Sherlock. Halfway through the episode you hear the front door open, and raucous laughter rings through the house, cutting through Benedict Cumberbatch’s dialogue.

You roll your eyes. Namjoon wants you to pretend you don’t exist, but he’s always exceedingly loud with his friends. Thank goodness your parents are out at dinner.

“Yo, where the hell is Tae? We need an odd number of players for this session.” How is it, through two closed doors and across the house, your brother’s voice is so distinctive? You groan in frustration, reaching over to grab your headphones. Why are you expected to be the perfect little sister when Namjoon is so annoying?

Once your headphones are on and the volume is turned up, your evening becomes more pleasant… for about three minutes.

Your door swings open without warning, and Namjoon walks in.

“Joon!” you protest, taking off your headphones. “Get out!”

Your brother sighs. “This is a one-time offer, and it was not my idea. Look, our game needs another player, and Tae’s not gonna be here. Do you want to play with us?”

“You want me to play with you?”

“Yes or no, y/n?”

You should say no. Saying yes means seeing Yoongi, and dealing with a whole evening of being coddled and teased like– well, like a little sister. Still…

“Fine. But I reserve the right to leave if you guys get too annoying and testosterone-y,” you say, sliding off your bed. “Just let me change.”

“What’s wrong with your pajamas?” Namjoon asks.

You hesitate. They’re too childish.

“Your friends are all teenage boys, Joon. I’d rather be wearing a bra around them, thanks.”

“They don’t care, you’re just a little kid.”

“I’m sixteen,” you huff. “That’s not so little anymore.”

“Whatever, just hurry up.”

You spend perhaps too long in front of your closet– it’s been a while since Namjoon has let you hang out with his friends, and you don’t want them to think you’re still the annoying little one. They’ll think it anyways, though. You pull on a comfortable T-shirt and sweatpants. A step above pajamas, barely.

You stride down the hall and into the living room, where Namjoon and five of his friends are sprawled on the couch, the floor, the chairs, snacking on chips and fruits and more chips.

Almost unconsciously you zero in on Yoongi, who’s laughing at something Jungkook said. His gummy smile, even when not aimed at you, is messing with your heart. There’s a spot next to him where you would fit, and you’re tempted, so tempted– but Namjoon would kill you if he knew of your crush.

“I heard you guys were in need of another player?” you ask, settling down between Hoseok and Jimin, as far from Yoongi as you can. He’s wearing a grey sweater and black sweats– although, why you notice this, or care, or wish you had the confidence to sit by him, you have no idea.

“Aw, lil’ y/n-ie! It’s been a while!” Hoseok laughs energetically, ruffling your hair. You elbow him in the ribs and smooth your hair down. Yoongi’s looking at you curiously, probably because your messy introduction made you look like an idiot.

“Are we getting started?” You ask, ignoring Hoseok and his exaggerated wails of pain.

“Sure. I’m the DM, and we needed six to have even teams,” Namjoon says, passing you a D&D character sheet. “You can just be an NPC.”

“Sounds good.” Growing up with Namjoon, you’re familiar with the rules and rituals surrounding Dungeons and Dragons, and you fall into character quickly. Namjoon assigns you to whichever role he needs filled– barmaid, lackey, merchant, whatever. It’s honestly great fun, and you’d never admit how cute Yoongi is when he acts like his character, how warm you feel when you make him laugh.

“The ranger clearly knows more than she’s telling you,” your brother narrates, while you sit up straight, staring haughtily at the party.

“I’m gonna threaten her,” Jungkook announces.

“Roll for intimidation.”

Jungkook rolls the twenty-sided die before groaning. “Six.”

“Sir Cragg’s menacing glare falls short, and the ranger is unimpressed.”

You snort, still in character. “Are you trying to scare me, Sir Knight?”

“Wait, let me try,” Yoongi says, turning his attention to you– no, your character. “You know, we would really appreciate knowing the location of the dungeon. Surely someone as beautiful as yourself would know– and we’ve heard tales of your adventures; such an accomplished ranger would have no issue sharing her secrets, right?” He winks at you, and a shiver runs down your spine. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world.

Namjoon chuckles. “Roll charisma.”

“Gee, I wonder how a bard will do on a charisma check,” Jungkook complains. “He’s got a huge bonus.”

Yoongi tosses the die, and then whistles. “Nat fucking twenty! With my bonus, that’s twenty-six.”

Namjoon nods at you, and you fan yourself. “Well, I-I suppose I might have what you need, since you asked so nicely. In fact, I have a map with directions to the dungeons, and I can lead you there myself.”

“Damn, she’s actually blushing!” Hoseok hoots. “That’s the power of a nat 20.”

Oh no, are you blushing? Is it that obvious? Do they know? You can’t let them know.

“Well, that was fun,” you say, standing quickly and dusting yourself off. “Namjoon, you can hold down the fort– I’m going to my room. Wouldn’t want to bother you all.”

The guys protest, but you know they’ll just keep playing once you’re gone. You never really needed to be there in the first place. You hurry to your room and, once isolated, flop onto your bed with a sigh. You feel like a lovesick teenager… or a little kid with a crush.

A knock at the door startles you out of your thoughts.

“Go away, Joon,” you call, curling up under your duvet. “I’m not coming out again.”

“Then I hope I can come in,” says someone, but it’s not your brother, it’s a voice more gravelly, sleepier, quieter– a voice you’d recognize anywhere. Your heart beats faster against your will when you get up to open the door. Standing right outside, with his hands in his pockets and a soft smile lighting up his features, is…

“Yoongi?” you breathe. “What… what are you doing here?”

“Ah, they need an odd number of players. Since you left I decided to sit out the next mission so everyone else could play.”

“Oh. Uh, do you want to come in, or…?”

“Do you want me to come in?”

You swallow, your voice barely a whisper. “Sure.”

“Then yeah, please, it’s boring having to watch without playing.” Yoongi admits sheepishly, sitting down on your bed and surveying your room– thank goodness you cleaned it earlier. “Huh. You know, for however long I’ve known Namjoon, I’ve never seen your room. It suits you.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“So how are you, y/n?”

You start. “You called me y/n.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “Did you change your name or something? Have I missed the memo?”

“No, it’s just… all of Joon’s friends call me y/n-ie, or little y/n, or don’t know my name at all.”

“Oh, I know the feeling.”

You sit down on the bed beside him, careful not to get too close. “You do?”

“Sure. Y/n, you know I have a big brother myself, right?”

“You’re a younger sibling?” You have to consciously close your jaw at his words. Yoongi, who’s so clever and seems to fit in everywhere, is the youngest? All your life you’ve had to deal with ‘Oh, you’re Namjoon’s little sister?’ You’re the little one, doomed to sit at the kids’ table forever, and never to be looked at as anything other than your perfect brother’s little sister. Do you have an inferiority complex? Maybe. A sibling rivalry? Sure. Even more feelings for the guy sitting next to you than you already had? Definitely.

“Yes, I’m the youngest,” Yoongi chuckles. “I was always trying to play with my brother and his friends when I was a kid, but he never let me. Then when my brother was older and started bringing girls home, he always told me to leave them alone. No matter where I go or what I do, people only know me through him. Namjoon was really the first friend I made that liked me better than my brother.”

“You guys have a good friendship,” you say affectionately. “As annoying as he is, it’s good to see that Joon’s got people like you around him.”

“Aw, thanks.” Yoongi smiles, bumping your shoulder. You laugh and nudge him in retaliation. Sure, you’re nervous– Yoongi’s almost intimidatingly pretty– but he makes you feel so at ease. Is it really possible that you could ever step out of your big brother’s shadow, like Yoongi has?

“Remember like six years ago when you ran into that glass door because Taehyung told you it was open?” Yoongi says suddenly.

You laugh. “Yes, and I remember being ten years old at the time. But you did the same thing when you were fourteen!”

“Wha- you weren’t there for that!” Yoongi exclaims, wide-eyed.

“I know everything that goes on in this house,” you reply, flipping your hair. You were thirteen at the time, and constantly trying to join Namjoon’s group of friends. So of course you remember Yoongi walking right into the door– you were hiding behind the kitchen counter when it happened.

Your brother’s friend suddenly goes very red. “Hopefully not everything.”

“Is there something I shouldn’t know?” you tease, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Just guy stuff– we all have our secrets, right?” Yoongi says, winking conspiratorially.

Why does he keep winking at you? You know it’s just a joke, you’re only entertaining him until he can go back to his friends, to your brother– but you can’t help but wish, just wish that he really were flirting with you.

It’s impossible, though– to your brother’s friends, it seems you’re permanently stuck at twelve years old.

“Secrets, yeah. I’ve got my fair share of those too.”

“Really? What’s one?”

You sit up straight in disbelief. “You do know how secrets work, right? ‘Cause it’s not that.”

“I know, I just thought we could play our own game since the others are having fun. Let’s swap secrets.”

“How is that a game?”

“We ask each other questions– if there’s a question we don’t want to answer, we have to trade a secret instead.”

You smile internally. It’s dangerous, sure, but it sounds kinda fun. Besides, you have watched all the episodes of Sherlock.

“Fine. Let’s play.”

“You can go first, if you want. Ask me anything.” Yoongi says, sits back confidently.

“What’s something Joon’s really bad at?”

Yoongi chuckles, a smile pulling back his lips to reveal his gums. “He’s great at DM-ing, but he’s shit at roleplay. That’s why he agreed when I had the idea to invite you tonight.”

“Pff, that sounds like him,” you snigger. “Alright, shoot.”

“What’s something you’re better at than your brother?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Weird question, but okay... well, acting, obviously. I’m better at making friends. I’m better at not sucking all the energy out of the room.” You take a deep breath and almost against your will, the words spill from your lips: “I’m better at having a lower IQ. I’m better at failing my classes. I’m better at being the second best, the one who no one remembers their name, I’m better at being ignored–”

You’re cut off by Yoongi leaning forward to wrap his wiry arms around you and hug you. You’re so focused on trying not to cry that you don’t even have a chance to blush.

“You’re none of that, y/n.” Yoongi says quietly, but with conviction. “You’re your own person, an amazing, intelligent person, okay? You’re fun and social and smart and funny and you’re more than Namjoon’s little sister, I promise.”

“Thanks, Yoongi.” You blink hard and realize he’s still holding you close, too close, he smells so good, and ugh why do you like him?

But after tonight– how can you be sure he doesn’t like you?

“My turn to ask a question,” you say, straightening up and fighting to keep your voice steady. “How old am I?”

He freezes, cocking his head. “How old are you? I thought you’d ask something juicy.”

“I said what I said,” you reply. You just want to know, just want to see if you have a chance.

“Um... Namjoon’s eighteen, I’m seventeen... you’re... fourteen?”

Something inside you– maybe hope– dies a little. Right. You’re a child, a little kid.

“I’m sixteen,” you say, a hint of steel in your voice, and it’s almost like Yoongi can see the frustration in your eyes, the way your fists clench, the way you press your lips together.

“Sorry,” Yoongi says softly. “Really. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. It’s just... you’ve always been off-limits, so I’ve never known enough about you.”

“Off-limits?”

“Well, yeah.” Yoongi runs his hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze. “Namjoon made it pretty clear that we weren’t supposed to bother you– he’s really protective of you, y/n. He didn’t want you near heartbreakers like Jungkook and Taehyung.”

Huh. That’s new information. “They’re not my type anyways.”

“Then... what is your type?”

“Uh...” you swallow hard. “Someone who gets my humor. Someone fun, clever, sociable. Someone who, I don’t know, sees me for me. I guess...” Someone like you. “How about you?”

“About the same,” Yoongi shrugs. “I’ve never been someone who only loves romantically. I’m attracted to people who I know I could be friends with.”

“That’s pretty sweet,” you admit. “And wholesome, for a teenage boy.”

“Your brother’s friends aren’t all villains, y/n.” Yoongi says. “You might even want to get to know us.”

“Namjoon won’t let me,” you reply. “I’m just a little sister– I’m not allowed to talk to you.”

“You’re talking to me now,” Yoongi points out. “How’s this feel?”

“It feels...” You’re comfortable, safe, happy. “Feels good. Nice.”

“For me too.”

You shake yourself out of the stupor of his intense gaze. “Uh, it’s your turn to ask a question.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Is that your question?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi takes a deep breath. “That’s my question.”

“Then yes, go ahead.”

Yoongi’s eyes are almost pleading, and when he looks at you, his gaze is so electric it feels as though you’re rooted to your spot. “I like you, y/n. And you’re more than your brother’s sister, more than anything. I like you a lot and you don’t have to like me back, I shouldn’t even like you because you’re my friend’s sister but you’re more than that and I really like you.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Your heart– has it stopped beating, or is it too fast to feel? Yoongi is looking at you with earnest vulnerability, he gulps and you can see his Adam’s apple bobbing, and he likes you and he likes you and he likes you.

“But... Namjoon,” you whisper. “You’re not– I’m off-limits. You’re off-limits.”

“I don’t care about Namjoon right now,” Yoongi breathes. “All I need to know is how you feel about me. If you don’t like me, that’s okay. If you do, that’s great. I just... I just need to know.”

“I...” this has to be a dream. You’re dreaming. Your brother’s best friend, the one who you’ve liked for years, likes you back. “Yoongi– wow. I...” Aaah, you’re nervous. “I like you too. I’ve liked you since I was twelve, and...” you clam up, turning red. “Sorry, that was weird.”

Yoongi laughs, a newly beautiful sound, and touches his forehead to yours. “It’s not weird. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Yoongi...” before you can say anything else, your door swings open and your brother marches in.

“Y/n, have you seen– what the hell?”

#bts #bangtan #yoongi #suga #bts suga #min yoongi #bts scenarios #yoongi scenarios #suga scenarios #yoongi fluff #bts fluff #suga flu #yoongi drabble #suga drabble #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts x reader #bts drabble

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olivetheflyinghuman · 4 years

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Wip masterlist

Click read more to see some of my wips. Many are in very early stages, others (one of them) is currently in the second draft

And as y'all can tell I haven't even come up with most of the names smh

Fallen gods

CW: death, gore

Like everyone else, I too have a story where some irresponsible people mess with gods

There's this lil bitch that is doing a weird research and...then he dies for reasons (all of his friends are witnesses uwu)

So main character that is lil bitch's best friend finds the notes about the research and brings him back. Obviously he's not fully alone

So things go as the now rencarnated friend is wild and tried to do things like murder and robbery

His friend group is all like: ah ah ah u so sexy don't do that or... We might have to kill you again luv

Anyway mc has a chicken as a pet. And they take very good care of her!

To be honest there are a lot of things about this that I still need to work out

The vibe: snow filled roads, street lamps illuminating empty roads, cozy knits, blood on whispering woods

Storyboard ii

Mc has his personality/body stolen. Basically he looks like a Chad now and sometimes he thinks and acts like one too. Truly tragic I know 😥

The inspiration for that came to me on a history class where we were discussing Greek art... Don't remember how I actually came up with it lmao.

Anyway MCs friends r helping him get himself back before he looses his own memory and is stuck as a Chad forever

The setting changes from our world and a different sorta of fantasy world

It's about friendship👌 and betrayal 👌

Characters r: Logan, our Chad that just wants his memory/personality back so he can be pretentious again

Jedi, Logan's best friend that just wants her childhood best friend back

Twins, basically the ones with the biggest connection to the magic world, I won't say their names bc now I think they r cringy and I want to pick new ones

Joshua, the smart one intellectually but makes dumb choices when it comes to real life.

Nicholas, I don't want to say that he's the baby of the story but he's definitely my baby. Honestly too scared of everything and he just wants to hold a hand. He's still in highschool (he's in his last year whereas his friends r on the 1st of uni) and he feels left behind

"even a worm will turn"

Vibe: green and blue neon lights, abandoned churches, a thin line of smoke, vintage books with annotations

wlw period drama

I actually came up with this some days ago.... It's a really funny story but I'm not telling it now

Anyway mc is lonely and stays at her house most of the time writing stories and poems

Her sister is usually traveling bc she's a scientist or smt ejfnfjf

Then one day her sister comes back to their home and brings a scientific artist with her

The sister has to leave for one afternoon so mc has to show the artist around her house. They end up in a meadow near a lake painting and writing poems and sorta of get feelings for each other

When the artist goes back to her country they keep exchanging letters and falling in love one word at a time

Vibe: wild flowers, white linen sheets, countryside, rivers but in a nice way!!

Superhero story

I pretty much have everything figured out about this story but the villain so

Half of the characters are unhinged and just do what I wish I could do :'( like set their abusers on fire figuratively and mentally

I honestly don't know how to speak about this without giving away major spoilers and there are a lot of povs so... Yeah it's a talk for another day

cloves and bread

Inspired by a childhood tale and a myth:-)

Dragons, rich girls and kings

Burning woods

Lots of dissosiatian

Mc hears voices from the woods (when he was young the fey tried to kidnap him and he sorta of stayed linked to them)

It mostly deals with mc feeling crazy and wild things happening

There's also a mysterious love interest

Autumn knight

Mc's sister goes missing so mc goes looking for her

She is my bby but I have planned 1% of this wip smh it shouldn't even be here

Sleeping wolves

I watched too many Ari aster movies and a lot of heist movies and then I was like ok luv

The concept is eat the rich but in a really wild way and part of the reason why I did the mc characters white and male was because I'm afraid people will look at the story and think these characters r doing what they r doing bc for example they r crazy emotional women(yes people still think that unfortunately) so by being male I really want the reader to get that perhaps they r just crazy and r using the eat the rich as an excuse for what they do

Mc is lost in life bc his brother was missing for a while and then he was found dead

Then he gets closer with a weird group of people

They go apeshit and uhmmm

And uhmmm maybe one of the characters took eat the rich a bit too literally

I don't want to talk about this rjbghff it's a mess luv

But it actually sounds better when u read it bc like half of these things r supposed to be... A "surprise"

#one day ill make peoper aesthetics and intro for these wips #idk i just wanted to post and didn't know what to post #writeblr #wip #writers of tumblr

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earako · 5 years

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The dragons return

He’s...no, no way. That can’t be right. There’s just no way that he could be here. He must be hallucinating. Yeah, that’s it. He must’ve hit his head one too many times during the battle and now his mind is reverting back to his beacon days-

“Hey idiot, ya just gonna stand there like some sorta damsel or are you going to help me?”

“T-Taiyang?”

“No, the king of Vale- yes it’s me bird brain! Now get up already!”

Still not quite believing, but too tired to care anyway, Qrow hoists himself to his feet, slightly staggering as he got into a fighting stance. Okay Qrow, fight first, ask later, try to ignore the withdrawal symptoms making your vision fade and-

oh.

There goes his vision.

-/-

“Qrow? Qrow! Get up you dumb bird!”

Qrow groans and attempts to shift away from the hand roughly shaking him awake. He feels a smaller set of hands settle onto his forehead.

“Think he’s alright, dad?”

“He’ll be fine girls. This isn’t the first time I had to drag your uncles sorry behind outta danger.”

That voice...

Qrow springs into an upright position, accidentally pushing Ruby off her perch on the couch's armrest. He stares at the familiar mop of blonde, that bandanna, those tattoos-

“T-Tai?”

“Girls. Give us a moment?”

Nodding, his daughters hop off the couch and go to join their friends in the other room. Once they’re out of sight Taiyang stares hard at Qrow.

“.....Tai-”

“Of all the stupid, half-brained, completely dumb things you could have done, fighting a swarm of grimm on the outskirts of the city while drunk takes the whole damn cake-”

“I wasn’t drunk.” Qrow shrinks under Tai’s glare as it intensifies.”

“Didn’t look like it to me.”

“Look, I just...things happened and, I needed a distraction-”

“Oh yeah, waltzing into a grimm infested area is PERFECT for that-”

“I'm sorry, okay?!” Qrow screams, bringing his knees to his chest and curling tightly into a ball. He hears a sigh above him, feels another weight settle on the couch.

Strong arms yank him into a warm embrace, a hand cards through his hair. Instantly Qrow goes boneless. This is the feeling of safety.

“It’s okay now lil bird. I got you.”

#rwby #qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #js writing

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despiteherself · 5 years

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somewhat spoiler-y thoughts under the cut. don’t keep reading if you don’t want to see stuff about httyd3

okay. so overall i actually enjoyed httyd3 (surprising; i know). i do have lots and lots of complaints but the stuff i liked was exciting and interesting enough that i sort of just blacked out the bad stuff. and i’m going to love picking that stuff apart bc boy was there some cringy shit. especially if you don’t like hiccstrid, their scenes with actual relationship talk were awkward and wooden and god. the ending was SO :/

actual spoilers from here on out. you’ve been warned.

grimmel was a lot more compelling as a villain. they sort of gave him a backstory thing and it kind of ruined it a bit for me bc it was basically “i killed a night fury as a boy and my village loved me for it so i killed all of them” but idk something about it was lacking and i was like. oh. did you guys not care enough to flesh this one out. actually, writing it down it sounds way better motivation than when he actually said it even tho it’s basically the same thing.

the deathgrippers were being controlled! grimmel was using their venom to mind control them, so any “alpha talk” didn’t get through to them and they did exactly what grimmel wanted.

and hiccup didn’t give a shit lol. these dragons were constantly being drugged via needles in their head/neck and being forced to hunt and attack and carry grimmel around and hiccup didn’t even feel a little bit sorry for them or express any pain. the whole movie was kinda “wow ppl don’t deserve dragons we need to save them” but he didn’t express any empathy for dragons being used? not many were shown in this movie to be used, and even less that hiccup saw, but idk the whole “let the things you love go!” didn’t congeal well.

further more, he made several terrible decisions for the entirety of berk, including running away to find the hidden world, which they had no proof even existed and absolutely kept walking exactly into everything grimmel wanted, but when ruff did it (after she was “captured” and let go she flies straight back the place they’ve settled leading grimmel back to new berk) it felt like it was being played as a WAY worse thing. like she was an idiot for doing it, and it was just! hiccup. every decision you’ve made has been panicked and blind and made your position worse and worse.

gobber, valka and eret all get a little screen time, and they all play the naysayer stoick part? like “hiccup this is dangerous” and hiccup completely ignores them. them: hiccup we have advice hiccup: ok cool im not listening and i don’t want to hear it. they don’t even get to really explain their points of view ???????

valka’s other stuff is “oh we might have been followed leaving berk” and then her being all “astrid do u still love and believe in my son?????” what “he’ll listen to u” uhm ??? and no one else i get? ?/ they literally do not talk except about hiccup

gobber’s scene where he tells hiccup to marry astrid is so weird and awkward and only tuffnut yelling “oh no not the m word!” had anything that made it better. noah fence but astrid was all “that’s weird and awkward of you” and tells hiccup she thinks they’re “not ready for marriage” and the idea is silly and it 100% sounds like she’s not interested in him at all. and he’s obviously super invested and he’s all “haha maybe you can have snotlout” she makes “jokes” about snotlout being into valka. it was....

also. he ONLY mentioned snotlout when saying there’s other guys and idk. it ..... idk now i think about it it maybe feels the “joke” is kinda who would want snotlout which :/ but i guess means tuff and fishlegs are valid suitors? i don’t know

hiccup in the whole was pretty weak tbh. like he didn’t stand out for me and most of his plot felt like it had a bunch of good ideas but they struggled putting it together. it’s like when u see a fic and u love the general idea but the execution is not how u would, and they go on and it’s like. i really really wouldn’t have

they weirdly anthropomorphise toothless and then also. have him act like a dog and i found it disconcerting

the light fury is genuinely super blobby and ugly and i cna’t believe they made me watch SO much of “uwuw sexy seductress” content and toothless being a complete airhead who licks a rock to “practice” for it. was weird and i was uncomfortable.

also astrid is all “wow toothless has a girlfriend its so cute !!!!!!!” and they watch him watch other dragons doing mating dances and hiccup is like ‘i never pegged you for a romantic, like never” like get a fuckign hint !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she never kisses you on the cheek. astrid expressing sentiment cause she thinks something is romantic but never for your relationship is telling you A LOT about it

honestly. they don’t do anything to make me convinced in ANY WAY that astrid is actually into him and wants to marry him for real. at their wedding she is SO wooden and when they kiss hiccup brings his hand up but astrid is just STANDING there,,, and they look so blank. it’s so.

also. i was right astrid was mostly just a prop for hiccup’s story and she barely interacts with anyone that isn’t hiccup or valka, and when it’s valka it’s about hiccup.

aside from toothless, and a little bit of stormfly, the gang’s dragons are mostly just. in the background and don’t really have anything to do with anything

behind everything there were this warlords, i didn’t pick up names and apparently they were the ones who were funding drago or whatever? and they call grimmel in bc he cares about killing night furies and are hoping that it’ll mean they get all the dragons. it was kinda. i sort of liked the idea but i felt it was shoved in, and they just mentioned drago to make it seem like it was planned when they came out of nowhere. and idk not planned at all. like an idea that was good but they didn’t edit everything to make sure it fit. a lot of stuff felt kind retcon-y like apparently stoick was “obsessed with finding the hidden world” and he even mentions in a flash back that it’s not the nest they’re looking for in httyd1 so it’s so weird like. and there was this ~journals~ stoick had about it and it’s just! they never ever mentioned this before gfhsdfjhdfgjdfgfdg guys. that’s so fucking messy and kinda annoying. in the grand scheme this retconning isn’t too much, but it’s enough that it’s like. none of this was planned and i can tell and instead of making it match up you just bluster through like “actually this always happened” as if u think i’m a dumbass who will just blindly believe whatever you tell me instead of a long time fan with a personal involvement.i know some of u read my blog,,, come on

i didn’t cry at all like lol. i had fun but i wasn’t emotional.

no characters die don’t worry

ruff was PERFECT and everything she did was wnoderful and i LOVE her so much! she got to speak A LOT and she’s all “it’s so tough being this hot” i love you girl, and she’s over eret and is like “wow he missed out” and talks about snotlout and fishlegs which was :///// but the guys don’t do the whole fighting over her thing so that’s! and she’s like “i guess fishlegs but he’s a nerd” and at the end he cries at the wedding and she’s like “wow i guess the sensitive guy wins” so a lot of her stuff was kinda about men ://// but herself was PERFECT and she boops grimmel’s face with the bobble ends of her hair pretending they’re a zippleback. she makes jokes about why is grimmel’s face so long, and her’s is long but WOW does that take the cake. and she says “astrid round face” it was so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she’s so good i love her

rupple does a good job with tuff. the voice difference was noticeable and i kept thinking about it but i think he did well. tuff gets a bunch of speaking parts and he’s super involved with the whole wedding concept and he’s like “haha wow hiccy, a DOES NOT WANT to get married 2 u LOL. which is #tru cause like. she’s a viking warrior queen and you’re well you. you need to shape up. also. be more like me” which i will TAKE i cannot believe tuffstrid is REAL. also now im about 80% convinced hiccup and astrid took a break to see other ppl and tuffstrid fucked. tuff and astrid don’t really interact except for when they leave ruff behind but they KEEP on doing this whole, vibe thing that makes them seem like they’re good friends. like. tuff thinking he knows what astrids want or admires and he actually goes and all his advice/pep talk is like half leg jokes but it’s all good????? tuff has ear piercings, they’re SO on point they look so good, and he’s got rings all over his fingers i love this kid so much he’s so great. he calls his braid his beard and whenever anyone looks a little sad he like, shoves their face into his braid to comfort them.

also tuff says there’s no edge of the world cause actually it’s round like the sun and the moon and stars, even tho stars are dumb.

i was right fishlegs’ first sentence is basically them all going “wow a nerd” akdshgfkdjghfg. he doesn’t get as much screen time as the others, and most of it is focused on fishmeat, who is ADORABLE and PERFECT. that big moose dragon meets fishmeat at the start and they become bffs and he defends his lil buddy

snotlout’s also not as much screen time, and most of it is him following valka around and being impressed with her and wanting her to say nice things about him. the rest is him getting caught on his cape. valka says nice stuff about eret cause he’s actually good at this planning stuff (except one bit thats played for jokes where snotlout is like “we should spilt up cause *good reasons*” and then eret is like “we should spilt up cause i feel like it” and valka’s all “i trust your instincts!!!!”. it was weird bc it was the only really good tactical decision snotlout made and it gets ignored) and he keeps getting his ego pumped up when he takes what valka says wrong - like she’s being polite, or there’s double meanings and he takes it like he’s good but all he did was get caught on a cage and hung there until hookfang picked him up - and at the end she says “eret maybe brawn, but you’re the brains” and snotlout feels validated again but he doesn’t really deserve it? like idk i wish she said something meaningful. it’s not kind to make someone feel like they’re good at something they’re not. you should encourage him when he’s doing well.

eret is just kinda. around. doing things. and being like, snotlout’s “rival” for valka’s attention and eret is like. what are you on about lmao

also. i’ve seen some out of context spoilers and they mentioned something being gay but i don’t know where that’s from? snotlout kinda says some great things about eret but it’s a real squint and gobber says eret has the body of a norse god but then he says he does as well and then puts a crick in back when he’s stretching so it’s very clearly a joke and it’s definitely like ‘he’s fat and old and dirty its funny cause he thinks he’s attractive” rather than anything else

hmmMMmmMMMMM god ive forgotten what i’ve talked about and what i haven’t im sure i have more to say but this is already super long os. you can ask me questions if u like. send me an im or something

#httyd3 spoilers #httyd 3 spoilers #hidden world spoilers #spoilers #httyd3 #dot post

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