#i honestly kinda liked the rough look on this so i just stopped rendering it 🫠

[hoofae]

Quick something for @shachaai because it was her birthday on the 12th and I am a great friend so I give her sad things (I mean I’ll let you guess what’s happening) Hope you like it! I am so late. 😩

Alternate version under the cut

#engport #hws au: gods au #i actually had time to draw this weekend?? incredible #sorry shacha love you shacha #I was in a m o o d #can’t really explain #shachaai #hoof things #hws portugal #hws england #i honestly kinda liked the rough look on this so i just stopped rendering it 🫠

[tunnaa-unnaa]

Pokemon Scarlet&Violet 2nd trailer: Compliments and concerns

New pokemon look awesome! Let others theorize about lore, I’m here for the game mechanics and graphics. Let’s dive in to the trailer for a deeper look!

^ Confirms what we saw in the announcement trailer: Pokemon centers in the field are like rest stops. Notice the beam of light on the roof, so they are presumably easy to find when you’re out there. I like the palm trees here heh.

^ Game crests. The designs imply Scarlet = modern, Violet = traditional. Art deco vs art noveau kind of thing.

^ Professors Sada and Turo however have the opposite theming, and theirs matches the legendaries. Though instead of “traditional” I’d describe Sada “primal”, with the loin cloth style outfit, claw jewellery and ACTUAL FANGS. While I otherwise don’t mind her design, it’s a bit offputting to make your “savage feral lady” darker skinned, though the 3D render is much lighter. Racial stereotypes and whitewashing in the same character, ah. Generic-white-man Turo over there is just forgettable and boring. So overall not a fan of these two. Maybe they’ll have character to make up for the designs.

^ While I enjoy seeing the starters rendered, I can’t say the art direction is very pleasing. SwSh had a lot to improve when it came to graphics, but its art direction knew what they were doing. These guys just look kinda blurry and their shading is messy and lifeless. There’s hope it’ll improve before release, like it did with Let’s Go and BDSP.

^ This rival battle scene looks incredibly rough. The trainers are insanely far apart, small pokemon are barely visible in the middle, scenery is completely uninteresting and that building(?) on the left is the ugliest block of graphics we’ve seen in any game so far. Some red and yellow stuff poking through under the “doors” and just overall a wth experience looking at it.

^ Science guy is here! I just wanted to highlight the contrast in detail between clothing and the backpack, as well as the player character and the npc. A bit jarring tbh. BUT. I do like the speech bubble design. It matters a lot to me - we have to look at these bubbles constantly when we play so them looking neat is a must.

^ Multiplayer in the same world sounds super fun, a big push forward from SwSh. It also looks like you’ll have your pokemon following you so YES, FINALLY THEY GET IT. The world here looks a bit empty though, so I hope it’s not as shallow as it was in PLA and we have actually interesting things to find out there.

^ I like the backgrounds here, implying very diverse scenery, but I can’t say the same for the player customization. If it wasn’t for gen7 and gen8 with their sports uniform nonsense I wouldn’t have to worry, but the fact that all of these characters are simply wearing color-coded school uniforms is very concerning. If they lock us into wearing this kind of outfits for the whole game I might as well die.

^ This is terrifying.

^ ^ Smoliv sneaking and catching scene shows us it’s not PLA mechanics and instead we’re back to classic pokemon style battles and catching. Honestly glad, it wasn’t a concept I wanted for all upcoming games. I want to highlight the hideous background though. The completely flat, blurry ground and untextured tree trunks are... well, yikes.

^ Battle UI is super simplified! I’m conflicted, because although it is nice and sleek, it’s also a bit unpolished almost. Having the opponent status over its head PLA style kinda makes me think you can have battles against multiple wild mons at the same time. If not, the UI choice is a bit odd since it could just use the traditional diagonal corners style.

^ ^ Prepare yourselves to people complaining about attack animations, because we’re back to pokemon standing still and performing motions instead of actually moving. Although I did enjoy the PLA mobile battle arena style a whole lot, I can deal with this coming back for now. It’s a stylistic choice at this point, and saves a lot of dev time that they can spend on more important things.

^ Pokemart, healing, and? I wonder what the third kiosk is for. Also fun to see that it really is a rest stop, with a couch and some tables. Why they felt the need to keep the “corporations and advertisement are just part of the pokemon world now” from SwSh I’ll never know.

^ The two most important pseudo-legendaries are in. We can rest easy.

^ The venonat looked huge so I was excited for pokemon sizes to be back from PLA, but maybe it’s just close to the camera. Gosh please keep the size variations, it was the most fun thing to come out of that game.

^ That’s one ugly cave, though at least it’s not a path disguised as a cave like Crown Tundra in SwSh. What I’m saying is it’s alright but it lacks atmosphere completely.

^ Are these gyms? Activities? Some hints towards a new gimmick? Hard to say yet. At least they look more interesting than SwSh gyms.

^ Koraidon and Miraidon look absolutely fantastic! The trailer-exclusive render of course makes them look even better, but just overall their designs ooze coolness! Nice to have some lizard-inspired legendaries!

^ If Riddler is correct, they’ll be Dragon/Fighting and Dragon/Electric and have multiple forms that the player can ride on in the overworld. Heck, just look at them! - Miraidon already looks like a vehicle, with jets and all. - Koraidon has literal reins on its head. - Both of them have “wheels” on their chests. Not literally, but you can’t deny the look. - Both of them have handle-looking extensions on their shoulders and backrest shaped extensions on their backs.

So it’s not hard to believe. Personally I wish they just gave me a bike and a surfboard and let the legendaries have more dignity than to be reduced to a school kid’s taxi service.

Closing thoughts:

Overall I’m very excited for the games, but it keeps disappointing me how lackluster the visual design of the pokemon games seem to be consistently. What Scarlet&Violet might lack in the visual department I hope it makes up for with new pokemon designs, a fun playthrough experience and a competitive meta without goddamn dynamax.

#blah blah #deep dive #pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Who Hurt You? | Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader

Requested by anon: “Can you write a Kaz brekker fic where he has a younger sister who he takes care of, and one day she comes home after having a little fight and all he wants to do is take revenge on whoever layed a finger on his baby sister, but she wants him to stay by her side and take care of her?”

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sister!reader, Jesper x Reader (platonic), Nina x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1088

Warnings: angst, injured reader, brief description of injuries, Kaz’s fear of touching, some cute stuff

A/N: it didn't turn out exactly like the request but its close? Also I’m bad at endings but I hope you like it. As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :) 

(Backstory for anyone who hasn't read the books: Kaz and his brother Jordie were conned by Pekka Rollins and lost all their money. While living on the streets they got sick and Jordie died.)

Masterlist

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“HELP!” Jesper yells as he carries your badly beaten and lifeless body into the Crow club “I NEED HELP!”

Nina is the first to run over, clearing a table for Jesper to lay you down on and immediately checking you over.

“What happened?” Kaz asks, rushing over to your side.

“I found her in the alley round the corner, looks like she was beaten up and dumped there” 

“She’s alive, just about.” Nina explains “Her heart rate is very slow and she’s struggling to breathe”

“Can you help her?” Jesper asks

“I’m not a healer, but I’ll see what I can do” she says, placing her hand gently on your chest right above your heart. She closes her eyes, focusing on your heartbeat as Jesper grips your hand in his. 

Kaz stands on the side of the table, anxiously watching for a sign that you’ll be okay. Seeing his little sister, his only remaining family, lying there bruised and bleeding on the table breaks his heart. He scans your face taking in the deep slash on your cheek, the black eye, the dried blood around your nose. His eyes continue to scan down your body at the torn clothes now stained with dirt and deep red blood, until he reaches your hand which is covered in scratches and tightly encased in Jesper’s hands. He stares down at your other hand lying on the table in front of him and he inches himself closer to it, willing himself to hold it. 

He looks back at your face and after taking a deep breath he finally takes your hand in his gloved one. Jesper looks at him in shock but he ignores his friend, choosing to focus on you. His little sister who needs him right now. 

Suddenly you take a deep breath, slowly exhaling as your breathing becomes normal. Nina removes her hand and takes a step back. 

Your eyes slowly flutter open and you look around, taking in your surroundings as you realise where you are. You look at Jesper and he gives your hand an affectionate squeeze. That’s when you realise someone else is holding your other hand. You turn your head to see the black leather gloved hand in yours and look up at your brother.

“Kaz?” You say quietly. He gives you a tiny nod as he allows himself to let go of your hand. You understand how hard it will have been for him to do that, he can’t stand the feeling of touching someone. Even his own sister. 

“How do you feel?” Nina asks, rushing to your side to help you as you try to sit up.

“Like shit” is all you say watching your brother as he now slowly paces the room deep in thought, his cane tapping quietly on the floor with each step. 

“I’ll run you a bath and we’ll get you cleaned up”

You smile at Nina before she turns and heads upstairs. 

“I’m glad you're okay, you gave us a fright” Jesper says, taking a seat on the table next to you.

“sorry about that” you say, smiling back at him

“Who did this to you?” Kaz finally speaks, the smiles quickly drops off your face.

“It doesn’t matter”

“Someone thinks it’s okay to hurt my sister and leave her for dead and I can’t have that, so tell me who hurt you?”

“Please just leave it-”

“Who?”

“Just some guys-”

“Y/N!”

“Pekka Rollins” you finally admit and Kaz’s face turns to pure rage.

“I’ll kill him” Jesper says, jumping up and grabbing the guns from his pocket.

“I already tried that. Kinda why I’m in this mess” you say, letting out a small awkward laugh “I broke into his office-”

“Leave us” Kaz interrupts you, dismissing Jesper but never taking his eyes off you. 

There’s an awkward silence as you and Jesper silently exchange a look before Jesper goes to leave. He stops next to Kaz.

“Go easy on her” he says quietly and Kaz shoots him a look. 

Once Jesper is gone Kaz turns his attention back to you, anger in his eyes. You're in trouble. 

“What were you thinking?! Trying to take on Pekka Rollins on your own, he could have killed you! He almost did!”

“Jordie!” You snap, shouting back at him rendering him silent “I was thinking about Jordie, and how he would still be alive if Pekka hadn’t stolen all of our money.” 

“Y/N” Kaz sighs sympathetically. 

“It’s not fair Kaz. Our brother is dead because of him and he’s just walking around like nothing happened!”

“I know. Trust me, I hate Pekka Rollins just as much as you do-”

“Then why is he still alive? Why aren’t we doing anything?” 

“We will Y/N, we will make him pay for what he did but not yet. We can’t just go rushing in there like you did today. We need to take our time and plan this properly. But most importantly, we need each other.” 

He’s right and you know it, but you don't want to admit it so you just look away. Kaz sighs as he takes a seat next to you on the table, close but not close enough to touch.

“I need you to promise me you won’t try anything like this again” he says

“I promise” you look up at him “and I’m sorry I made you worry”

“I’m your big brother, its my job to worry about you” he flashes a small smile before his face returns to its naturally serious look. He stands up, leaning slightly on his cane. “I’ve got work to do. Do you need anything before I go?” 

“Can you send Jesper back in here?” 

“Why?”

“Because I’ve had a pretty rough day and I could really do with a hug” you say honestly. 

Kaz turns to leave, but stops. He stands still for a moment and you watch him confused as he takes a deep breath and turns back to you. Suddenly he pulls you in and hugs you tightly. After you get over the initial shock you close your eyes and sink into his arms, making the most of every moment. After a few seconds he lets go and takes a few steps back trying to calm himself down. You give him the time he needs to recover.

“Thank you” you say quietly when he finally looks at you. He just nods in response and sits down next to you again “I thought you had work to do?”

“It can wait”

#kaz brekker #six of crows #shadow and bone #Kaz Brekker x reader #shadow and bone fic #six of crows fic #freddy carter #Freddy Carter x reader #kaz breaker x sister!reader

[antiloreolympus]

6 Anti LO Asks

1. im kinda confused, bc for some reason in LO the human race must be younger than the gods, right? but then how was persephone in college (god, remember when she was in college?) for biology? does that mean humans as a species are only a few centuries old? like girl you cant have this be modern and still be following bible creationist ideology when even actual christians dont believe that anymore. the world building and sense of logic and history makes no sense in this.

2. Hades' nose always makes me think about that scene from Family Guy where Cleveland cuts a hole through a safe with Reese Witherspoon's chin.

3. the over-rendered shiny lips with the too big, flat eyeballs with no irises and weirdly shaded, neon skin tones with no difference in hair most of the time is such a strange design choice. its like it wants to realistic but also cartoony at once, so you get this weird uncanny valley middle ground and it just doesnt look good. the early style was also rough (and tbh kinda ugly now that i look back at it) but it at least had nice colors and interesting effects to distract from it, but now ...

4. Persephone and Apollo's story could've honestly been really well written. The two literally mirror each other like how most great protagonists and antagonists do -

They both have controlling, single mothers (I would prefer if we would stop villainizing poor Demeter, but what can we do).

They both have had to work hard to reach ridiculous standards, giving them both many talents.

They are both viewed as perfect and innocent, even though they have a dark side.

But because Rachel has pretty much villainized Apollo to ridiculous levels, and refuses to give us a better idea of where he's coming from, all of these interesting parallels are hard to see and get thrown out the window.

And the r*** plotline? Totally unnecessary. Just have Apollo want to use her to become King and end it there. Rachel has even shown us that there might be some justification in Apollo wanting to take over from Zeus - all of this could've helped make Apollo a three-dimensional villain. But nope. 

5. I don't want to start a war here, but I just want to say that as one of the Greek anons that said that Hades was the only one that really hurt Persephone in the myth - when people say that Hades hurt her (and raped her in some interpretations)  it's to bring up the point that Hades was made in LO to be better than his myth counterpart, but at the expense of Demeter's character - ruining her relationship with Persephone when it was a very positive one in the myths. It's not to say that Hades was an evil-doer with no redeeming qualities. It's just stating a criticism towards how Demeter is portrayed. At least, that was my interpretation and how I framed it.

-----FP Spoilers/Mention-----

6. (Fast pass mentions) tbh after reading the latest fast pass, it's just become 100% clear that this whole trial bullshit is just Rachel's "Gotcha!!!" To all the antis because it's just "Oh look Thanatos also got it through nepotism" (which he didn't bc child labor isn't nepotism but okay Rachel) and then in the latest fast pass its like "oh she wants to take over because she wants to make heaven for the shades" because she apparently does feel remorse and feel bad for them despite bring so nonchalant about this situation multiple times.

Also apparently Hades is okay with wanting to change how things are done in the Underworld now because God Forbid he and Persephone have a problem in their relationship that lasts more then a single chapter or we get any actual drama during a murder trial.

It used to be kinda fun to critique lore olympus but this whole trial part is just so poorly done and it's clear Rachel has no idea how a court system works anywhere and it's become such a drag, especially with this new "Savior" plot coming in. I know this final part of commentary isn't anything no one else has said yet, but I have no idea what else to say about it, honestly. 

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Present from Mukami [PART 1]

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom

Yui: Today’s Christmas Eve, huh...?

( When I was still living with Father, we were always extremely busy during this time of year with preparations for the Christmas Mass. )

( We would decorate the church for the Mass...or make tons of sweets to hand out to the children as gifts... )

( Somehow that feels like part of a distant past now... )

Haah...

ー Kou enters the room

Kou: Heya~! M-neko-chan~!

Yui: ...Kou-kun?

Kou: No need to act so surprised, right? What’s wrong? You seem kind of down?

Yui: Um, could you please knock on the door before entering? I’d really appreciate it...

Kou: Eh~~? Why bother going through the extra trouble?

Besides, I live here, remember? My house, my rules, no?

Yui: H-Hm...That might be the case, but...

( I have a feeling he won’t understand... )

So, why are you here? Is there anything you need from me...?

Kou: Hm~~? I only came to hang out because I was bored~

Yui: I see. Are you off from work today?

Kou: Exactly! Today’s my first free day in a long time!

Anyway, more importantly, M-neko-chan. You were talking about how it’s Christmas Eve today earlier...Right?

Yui: Yeah...I had a bit of an ‘oh, right!’ moment.

Kou: ‘Oh, right’...? You’re talking as if you only just noticed.

Yui: Yeah...But I really did recall only now. It totally slipped my mind...

Kou: To think you’d forget about such an important event! Is everything okay, M-neko-chan?

Yui: I mean, you guys don’t celebrate Christmas, do you?

Kou: Hmー Well, we’re Vampires after all. We obviously don’t feel like celebrating it, nor are we interested.

Yui: ...Figured as much. There aren’t any Christmas decorations inside the house either...

Besides, I haven’t gone out much as of late either...

Kou: Now that you mention it, you’ve just been going back and forth between here and school without making any additional stops, huh?

If you were to head out, you’d discover that the whole city is in a Christmas mood. 

There really is no way to look past it, whether you like it or not...

Yui: Yeah, but I haven’t gotten a chance to go look...So I completely forgot...

Kou: Hmー...

Ah, say, M-neko-chan? How have you spent your Christmas Eve in the past?

Yui: Eh...?

Kou: I mean, I don’t know how normal families celebrate the holidays.

Yui: Hm...Right. My personal experience might be a little different from the standard though.

Kou: Heeh? In what way?

Yui: You know that my Father works as a Priest, right?

Kou: Ahー I feel like I heard that somewhere before.

Yui: We hold a Mass at church on Christmas day, so we have to prepare for that the night before.

Kou: Prepare? Like the Christmas lights they put up in town?

Yui: Yeah. Ours weren’t quite as elaborate, of course.

On the day of the Mass, the visitors light a candle, take a seat and pray...

Then afterwards we read passages from the Bible.

At the very end, someone will play the orgle and everyone sings together.

It creates such a lovely medley of singing voices...I loved that part.

Kou: Hmm, I see...But is that actually fun?

Yui: Yeah, it is. It is an important day to me after all.

( It’s a day full of memories of the time I spent with Father as well, after all... )

Kou: Hmー So that’s how it is. I mean, I don’t really understand but...Oh, I know!

The other day, this one person at work told me that Christmas Eve is a special day you should spend with your lover. (1)

Have you ever spent Christmas Eve with a special someone before?

Yui: No...I was always helping out for the Mass at Church after all...

Kou: I see...

ー Ruki enters the room

Ruki: The two of you are making a ruckus. At least close the door when you’re talking.

Yui: Ah, Ruki-kun...Yuma-kun and Azusa-kun as well. What’s the matter?

Yuma: We just happened to run into each other in the hallway. Ya guys were talkin’ hella loud.

Yui: S-Sorry...

Azusa: Eve and Kou...The two of you seemed to be having a fun chat.

Kou: Really? It wasn’t anything special though.

Ruki: Anyway, Kou, come with me. Livestock, you stay in your room.

Yui: S-Sure...

Kou: Eh~~...? Oh well, whatever. I got to learn something new at least.

See you later, M-neko-chan~!

ー The four of them leave

Yui: They left...

( Somehow it suddenly got quiet. )

( ...Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded talking for a little longer... )

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Kou: ...Say, say, Ruki-kun. Why don’t the four of us throw a Christmas party?

Ruki: Haah...I was wondering what you would bring up all of a sudden.

Kou: I mean, M-neko-chan seemed kind of sad, you see~

She was raised at a Church, right?

So it seems like Christmas and such brings back a lot of memories for her.

Yuma: So that’s what the two of ya were talkin’ ‘bout earlier, huh?

Azusa: ...Say, what is...Christmas?

Kou: Ah, are you interested, Azusa-kun?

Christmas itself is on the 25th of December and the day before that is called ‘Christmas Eve’.

It’s the day on which they celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ~

Azusa: Heeh, then...Today is the 24th so it’s...Christmas Eve...right?

Kou: Exactlyー! So I was thinking we could hold a little celebration?

Ruki: Azusa, did you not celebrate Christmas back when you were still human?

Azusa: ...We did not have that kind of celebration...

Ruki: How about you, Yuma?

Yuma: Hmー... Now that ya mention it, I do feel as if the city was a lil’ more lively ‘round this time of year...I think...?

I might have celebrated it back when I was a child, but I forgot.

Kou: I’m pretty sure my answer should be obvious but...Ah, you must have celebrated it, right, Ruki-kun?

Ruki: Well, yes.

Kou: Makes sense. You are a rich boy after all~

Azusa: Say, Ruki? How exactly do you celebrate it...?

Ruki: You decorate the inside of the house, say your prayers to God and enjoy a meal with the whole family.

There’s special foods and snacks which are only enjoyed on that particular day of year...

Also, you would exchange presents...I suppose that about sums it up.

Azusa: ...Exchanging presents...I honestly don’t care about the exchanging part. I’d much rather just be on the receiving end of all the punches...

Kou: Ahaha...Putting your wishes aside for a second...

Don’t you want to try and hold a Christmas party?

We’ve never really done something like that with the whole family, right? Come on, why not?

Ruki: Family, huh...?

Yuma: That bein’ said, Vampires celebratin’ the birth of Christ is kinda fucked up, no?

Kou: Should we not? Do you think he’ll be upset with us?

Ruki: ...Well, while I doubt he will be thrilled about it, that man has connections to the Church of his own, so he might understand in a sense.

I doubt he will condemn us if we hold a small celebration at home.

Kou: Right~? In that case, let’s get this party rolling~!

Ruki: Yuma, Azusa. What do you two think?

Yuma: ...Ahー...

Azusa: ...

Yuma: Oi, Kou. The Sow’s havin’ a rough time, right?

Kou: Yeah, she is.

Azusa: I...personally don’t care much about the party itself but...I don’t want...Eve to be sad...

Yuma: Nnー Well, it’s not really for her sake, but I don’t see any harm in doin’ this sorta stuff for once?

Ruki: ...

Kou: Fufu~ In that case, we just need permission from Ruki-kun...~!

Ruki: Haah...You’ll all be helping out, including during the clean-up, understood?

Yuma: Oh! Which means...

Ruki: Exactly...I suppose it will make for a nice change of pace.

We haven’t really spent much time together as a family up until now after all.

Furthermore, pleasing Livestock is part of our duty as her masters.

Kou: Hooray~~!!

In that case, we need to get started with all of the preparations!

Azusa: ...

Ruki: Oi, Azusa. Where are you going?

Azusa: I figured I’d go...tell Eve that we’ve decided to hold a party...

Kou: Eh!? You’re going to tell her?

Yuma: Aah? Should we not?

Kou: Hmー Don’t you think this is a perfect chance to make it a surprise?

Yuma: Surprise...? The fuck’s that?

Ruki: It means to catch them by surprise. In other words, you keep it a secret until the very second they arrive at the party...

Kou: I’m sure she’ll be ten times happier than if she already knew about the party beforehand!

I’m an idol, remember?

So I’ve had people throw a surprise birthday party for me before. 

I felt so happy back then!

Yuma: Hm. Is that how it works? Well, fine by me.

Ruki: Azusa, you’ve heard us. You don’t need to go inform her.

Azusa: Mmh. Understood...

Kou: Hmー Holding a Christmas party is fine and all but...

Yuma: The problem’s how to prepare for it. We need to decorate the place, but I have no fuckin’ clue which decorations to pick.

Azusa: I wonder what kind of...dishes we should serve...?

Kou: Let’s leave that part to Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Right. Just leave the cooking up to me. Which leaves...

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom

Yui: ( Hm...It’s a little chilly in here... )

( I’m pretty sure quite some time has passed since the others left as well. I wonder what they’re up to...? )

( Right. I suppose I’ll check up on them while I go grab myself a hot beverage. )

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: ...

Kou: Let’s leave that part to Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Right. Just leave the cooking up to me. Which leaves...

Yui: ( Ah...Kou-kun and Ruki-kun’s voices... )

( I wonder what they’re talking about...? )

Excuse meーー

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Ruki: ...Oh...

Kou: Eh? M-neko-chan!?

Yuma: ...Ya sure have the worst timin’, huh...?

Yui: Eh!? I’m sorry. Should I not have come in...?

Azusa: No, it’s fine...We were just talking about throwing you a surprise Christmas party

Yui: Eh...?

Kou: Waiーー!! Azusa-kun! What are you saying!?

Azusa: I mean...It’s not like we can still cover it up at this point. If we try and hide it...We’ll only end up making her uncomfortable. ...Right?

Ruki: Yes, Azusa, you are absolutely right. We could have always sent her back to her room, but I’m sure she would have been worried about us secretly scheming something behind her back.

If we upset her, we’re basically rendering our intentions null.

Yuma: Haah, I mean, that’s true but...We could have at least tried to keep it a secret...

Kou: Haah...Guess there’s no point now...

ーー And with that being said, we shall now commence with the preparations of the Mukami family’s very own Christmas party~!

Yui: Eh...!? We’re holding a Christmas party together!?

Yuma: That’s what we said earlier, remember? Are yer ears still workin’?

Yui: No, they are but...I’m just shocked...

I’m just wondering if it’s okay for you all to celebrate Christmas even though you’re Vampires?

Ruki: You don’t need to worry about that.

Kou: Exactly! Don’t fret over the small details~!

Are you not happy? You get to celebrate with us!

Yui: Of course I am...! I’m just surprised, that’s all.

Kou: I don’t think there’s any time to be surprised though? We have to hurry up and  prepare or Christmas will be here before we know it!

Yui: Ah, right!

Kou: Okayー! Let’s get started with these preparations right away!

Azusa: Eve...We’ve never held a proper party before...Can you tell us what we should do...?

Kou: First off, it’d be a great help if you could give us some pointers on how to decorate the house.

Yui: Well, we have to make actual decorations first...

Ruki: I assume it would be much quicker to just head to the store rather than explaining it here first.

Yuma: Good point. I doubt I’ll understand from some explanation alone.

Azusa: ...Yeah...

Ruki: There you have it. We are heading out at once.

Yui: Sure!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the department store

Yui: ( I never thought I’d one day go shopping with all of the guys like this... )

( That alone counts as a Christmas miracle. )

Yuma: Whatcha been grinnin’ ‘bout this whole time?

Yui: Ah, right. I’m just so happy we’re all able to go shopping like this...

Yuma: Heh, you’re gonna find yerself lost ‘gain if ya keep yer head in the clouds like that. Wouldn’t be the first time after all.

Yui: I...I’ll be careful.

Kou: Fufufu, so you’re aware of it at least.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( It’s not that I actually walk away by myself though... )

Ruki: The food’s next on the list, huh? Oi, is there anything in particular you’d like to eat?

Azusa: ...I’d like something doused in plenty of red chili powder...

Ruki: ...Azusa, let’s try and stick to Christmas food this time.

Azusa: ...Fine...

But what exactly is ‘Christmas food’...?

Ruki: Hm...

Yuma: ...We don’t know if our personal preferences fit the holiday spirit after all.

So shouldn’t we just leave that choice up to the Sow?

Kou: Exactly. That’s why we called her over, so the two of you should talk it over and make a quick decision.

Ruki: ...I suppose it cannot be helped. That seems like the most time-efficient solution. 

Livestock, what did your family eat for Christmas?

Yui: Let’s see...I suppose Turkey or Roast Beef are both staples on any Christmas dinner table!

Ruki: You’re only naming meat...

Yui: Of course, we eat salad as well? Mixing in vegetables cut into cute shapes and such...

Yuma: The fuck does that mean? All veggies are the same, right?

Yui: You can use cutters to shape them like hearts or stars. I guess you’ll get an idea if we go to the deli counter...?

Yuma: Ready-made dishes?

Yui: Ah, I didn’t mean we have to buy anything, but I figured we could gather some inspiration.

Yuma: Geez, I thought ya were gonna take the easy way out. It’s a party after all.

So we’re obviously gonna make everythin’ at home from scratch, right?

Yui: Yeah! Of course.

Ruki: I suppose it’ll give us an idea of what we can make. Well then, let’s go buy the ingredients first.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: I’m glad we got our hands on some delicious-looking meat!

Ruki: Yes. I’m looking forward to preparing it.

Yui: ( I managed to buy everything I need for the cake as well, so I’ll try my best at making it! )

( I hope they’ll like it... )

Kou: Say, let’s go pick out a tree next! The biggest one they have!

Yuma: Geez, are ya a lil’ kid or somethin’?

Yui: Fufu, you’re interested in decorating it, right?

Kou: I mean, it’s all sparkly and pretty, right? Just like me, no?

Azusa: Let’s buy lots of star-shaped decorations...

Kou: Come on, Azusa-kun. Don’t ignore me.

Azusa: Eh...? Ah, yeah...Sorry...

Yui: Do you like stars, Azusa-kun?

Azusa: Yeah...They’ve got these sharp and pointy ends...So I’m sure they’d hurt a lot...

Yui: S-So that’s why...

Ruki: Azusa, you better not think of tainting those stars with your blood.

Kou: Exactly! Today’s Christmas after all, a day you are meant to enjoy with your family!

Well then~ Which one to buy?

ー Kou runs off

Ruki: Oi, Kou. Don’t run off by yourself. 

I won’t allow for any extra purchases. We’ll only buy the necessities.

Kou: Eeeeeh~? Whaaat~? You cheapskate!

Ruki: I don’t mind being a cheapskate. This is important money we’ve received from that man.

I can’t be wasteful with it.

Kou: Well, I get where you’re coming from but...

Yui: ( Everyone seems to be having fun. )

( Like this, it almost seems like we’ve become an actual family... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Phew, we bought more than I anticipated.

Yuma: That’s ‘cause Kou kept on wantin’ to buy all this shit, right?

Kou: Eeh~? You’re blaming me? Fufu, I won’t deny it. However, we didn’t buy anything we didn’t need, right?

Yuma: I mean, we didn’t, I guess...

Ruki: Let’s go over everything one more time. Is this pretty much everything we need for the tree and decorations...?

Yui: Yeah! We’re all set!

Yuma: We’ve got the vegetables I grew at home as well, so this should do.

Kou: Aah~ We’re actually celebrating Christmas. I can’t wait!

Ruki: Kou, you’re being way too excited. Mind your manners.

Kou: Oh come on, let me be! I never got to experience this as a child after all!

Yuma: Well then, we’re gonna be busy once we get home~!

Yui: Speaking of which...Where did Azusa-kun...? Ah, there he is!

( I wonder why he’s just standing there? )

Azusa: Say, Ruki...

Ruki: ...? What’s the matter?

Azusa: I want this knife...

Yui: K-Knife...?

( Why is he holding a knife...? )

Kou: Hold up, Azusa-kun, where did you get that?

Azusa: ...Why not? I want this to give me pain... 

Yui: A-Azusa-kun! What are you saying...!?

Ruki: Azusa, go return it to the store.

Azusa: Please? ...The shape of this blade is so pretty, and it looks very sharp as well...

Ruki: No means no. Azusa, you have to put it back where you found it.

Azusa: No way....But I want it so badly...I can’t give up on it...

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: ...Come on, I want it, no matter what...

Kou: Azusa-kun! You don’t need a knife on a fun day like this!

Azusa: No...This is special...

Yui: ( What to do? Azusa-kun’s not giving in at all. )

Yuma: Oi, at this rate we’ll never make it back home.

Azusa: Then...Can we buy it?

Yuma: Just listen to Ruki for today. Ya can buy that crap whenever, right?

Azusa: ...

Yuma: God, listen up...

Ruki: Azusa.

Yui: ( O-Oh no...Ruki-kun started getting angry as well. )

U-Um, Azusa-kun...

Yuma: Ya stay out of this.

Yui: B-But...

Yuma: Geez, guess it can’t be helped. I’ll go bring it back with him.

Ruki: My bad, Yuma.

Yuma: Yeah. ...Come on, Azusa, let’s go.

Azusa: ...No.

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah! Yuma-kun! If you grab him by his collar like that, you’ll hurt him....

Azusa: Ah...It hurts...I can barely breathe...Haah...Amazing...Uu...

Yui: ( A-Azusa-kun is...happy? )

Ruki: Azusa, don’t cause Yuma too much trouble, okay?

Azusa: Yeah...

Yuma: Che! Ya say that but you’re already bein’ a pain in the ass! Come on, walk by yerself already!

Azusa: Nn, but...It’s suffocating...

Yuma: That’ll fix itself if ya just use yer own damn legs, no?

Azusa: It’d rather stay like this a little longer.

Yui: ( He’ll be okay, right? Yuma-kun’s with him after all... )

ー Yuma walks away with Azusa

Ruki: Let’s go. We’ll head back first and get everything ready.

ー Ruki starts walking away

Yui: Eh? Don’t we need to wait for them?

Kou: Yuma-kun may be with him, but knowing Azusa-kun...

Yui: ...?

Kou: Azusa-kun has a hard time letting go of things once they pique his interest.

Yui: I see...

( It might take a while until they get back... )

I hope it won’t turn into a fight.

Kou: Hmー I guess that’ll depend on Azusa-kun’s behavior?

Ruki: What are you two doing? Let’s go.

Kou: Roger~!

Yui: ( Yuma-kun’s actually quite good at looking after others, so we can leave this up to him, right...? )

*TIMESKIP*

 ー The scene shifts to the living room

Kou: Phew~ These were so heavyー

Ruki: Good grief, I’m exhausted...

Yui: ( We’ve got quite a lot of bags... )

Ruki: Well then, we’ve got no time to lose. Let’s start preparing.

If we procrastinate for too long, we’ll only waste time.

I’m heading towards the kitchen to get started on the food.

Kou: Gotcha~!

Guess I’ll get started with the decorations then.

Ruki: We’re counting on you.

Kou: Roger!

Yui: Ruki-kun, I’ll help out as well!

Ruki: Yeah, that would be great.

Kou: I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ll make for us!

Yui: Mmh! I’ll try my best to make something delicious, okay?

*THUD*

Yuma: Honestly, I went through fuckin’ hell and back!

I’m never cleanin’ up Azusa’s mess again!

Yui: S-Sounds like they’re back. He seems really upset though. I wonder what happened...?

Ruki: I assume Azusa threw one of his stubborn tantrums. Oi, Livestock.

Yui: Y-Yes!

Ruki: Go pass on this message to them. Please tell them they should get started with their own tasks.

Yui: Yeah, sure. I’ll go tell them.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: Welcome back, you two.

Azusa: If I don’t get that knife, I’ll...I’ll...

Yuma: Aah, let it go already! What’s so damn nice ‘bout that knife anyway!?

Azusa: ...

Yui: ( Seems like they don’t even realize I’m here. )

( That being said, if I leave them be, they’ll run late with their preparations. )

Um, you guys! Welcome back!

Azusa: ...Wah...You startled me.

Yuma: Aah? The fuck, Sow? You’ve been standin’ there this whole time? 

Yui: Yeah...Um, Ruki-kun has already started preparing everything, so he’d like the two of you to help out as well. 

Azusa: But, the knifeーー

Yuma: Ya really don’t know when to give up, huh? We’re done talkin’ ‘bout that!

Azusa: ...You blockhead.

Yuma: Speak for yerself!!

Yui: ( O-Oh no... )

( I can’t leave things like this. I have to stop them somehow... )

U-Um!!

Azusa-kun, Kou-kun has started on the decorations, so can I rely on you to help him with that?

Azusa: ...

Yui: Both me and Yuma-kun understand very well just how badly you want that knife...

But we have to get on with the Christmas preparations now, so I’d really appreciate it if you could help out...

Azusa: ...What about you?

Yui: Eh?

Azusa: What will you do?

Yui: I’m going to make the Christmas cake.

Azusa: ...Okay. I want to try your cake, so I’ll forget about the knife...For a while, at least...

Yuma: ‘For a while’, my ass! Forget ‘bout that thing forever!

Yui: Shh, calm down, Yuma-kun.

Azusa: I’ll go help Kou then.

Yui: Yeah, good luck.

ー Azusa walks away

Yuma: Heh. You’re really startin’ to get the hang of how to handle that guy, huh?

Yui: Y-You think so...?

Yuma: Well, whatever. Anyway, Ruki’s already in the kitchen, ya said?

Yui: Yeah, I think he’s getting everything ready to start cooking.

Yuma: I’ll go get some veggies from the garden then.

Yui: Ah, Yuma-kun! Could you maybe let me have some fruit to use for the cake?

Yuma: Roger. I’ll make sure to grab a few, so ya get yer ass over to the kitchen ‘kay?

Yui: Yeah, thanks!

ー Yuma walks away as well

Yui: Well then...

( I’ll try my best to bake the best cake ever as well! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) While the holidays are often associated with family in the West, Christmas and especially Christmas Eve are strongly linked to couples in Japan. 

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#diabolik lovers #dialovers #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #vcpresentfrommukami #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami

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After the Story and the Song...

“Those bandages are filthy,” Lup says. 

It’s a second before Barry realizes she’s talking to him. He’d been staring, lost, reveling in the sound of her voice, dumbstruck that’s she’s made the sounds herself it’s not just an echo his brain produced as a trick. 

And also he’d forgotten he’d been injured. 

He looks down and yeah, the quickly patched up bandage a harried healer had wrapped around his shoulder and upper arm during a brief respite in the fighting has seeped through with blood and whatever fluids leaked out of the shadow monsters they’d been fighting. 

“Yeah,” he says disinterestedly. His offhand comes up to scratch his jaw, fingers rasping against his stubble, but he makes no other move in response. 

Lup laughs and the sound is bright and cheering. It’s dark out - true dark, not the stuff brought on by the apocalypse - but the sound of Lup laughing makes him feel sundazed and giggly. He remembers a distant cousin at a long ago family reunion whose toddler had sat on a blanket in the sun delighted by everything the world had presented her that day. That’s how he feels now, like a child grasping their pudgy little hands, trying to hold all the delicious goodness around them. 

“We need to do something about that, babe,” she prompts but he hears the same humor in her voice as in her laugh, knows she understands and feels the same. 

“You’re here,” he says. It’s not the first time he’s said it. Even in the midst of the battle they’ve just been through, ever so often he’d turned to see her red spectral shape and with a tone of absolute amazement said those same words again and again. 

Which is maybe how he ended up sliced from shoulder to elbow, actually. Lup blasted the clawed shadow that ripped the jagged wound open before it could strike again and render him a lich. When the shadow disintegrated, she’d reminded him to try and stay a little more focused. 

Now the shadows are gone and they’re both free to just fucking bask for a minute. It’s all he can do: look at her. 

Taako checked in once during the battle then just a minute ago as they were wiping up the last of the things. It had only been a few stragglers, injured and striking out at anything, after the rest had simply stopped. Taako had said where he was going but, for Barry, those details are hazy at the moment. 

Lup’s here. 

“Let’s get you to a healer, babe,” she says and his mouth stretches into a grin. 

He swipes a dirty hand across his face, smearing - well, let’s call it grime and leave it at that - across newly minted tear tracks. His emotions are in overdrive at the moment, everything feels turned up to eleven when he looks at her shimmering form and reminds himself that it’s actually over and she’s here. 

Her magic sparkles over him, familiar even after more than a decade where it wasn’t even a memory half the time. 

“How do you still have spell slots?” he asks. His own magic ran out ages ago, leaving him swinging a rough wooden improvised mace for a while until his injury made even that impossible. 

“I am magic,” she reminds him. 

He laughs, a bit chagrined because duh, he knew that but also just because she’s here and everything is kinda funny and wonderful. 

He runs his hand over his face again, exhaustion creeping up on him fast now that the fighting is over. “The healers’ll have their hands full,” he tells her, reluctant to bother anyone when, after all, worst case scenario he’s got a get-out-of-jail-free card, so to speak. 

Lup must read his thoughts cause he feels the subtle charge of displeasure in the feel of her magic. “Huh uh, buster, you’re keeping that fine body of yours intact even if I have to stitch you up myself.”

“I just meant I’d take care of it later,” he counters half heartedly because honestly, it’s just a little blood. It takes more than this to stop him. He should know. He’s done the research. 

She makes a tut-tut kind of noise and he wonders briefly how she even does that without a mouth or tongue but then she’s using her magic to peel the bandage back and, oh, fuck. “Yeah, okay,” he concedes, because hell a-mighty just that bit of jostling hurts. 

Her response makes him curious again because how do you snort when you’re a lich? He’s pretty sure he can’t do that. 

A ball of water is summoned above him and then, carefully (though he has all ideas she considered handling it differently) she lets a stream of it run down over his wound, rinsing away the assorted gore to soak into the ground with the rest of the runoff. 

Lup hums to herself as she works and he’s struck again: Lup’s here. 

Reaching up with his offhand he trails his fingers delicately along what would be the edge of her sleeve. It’s a subtle thing, feeling the difference between air and the magic that makes Lup, but he’s particularly attuned to it. 

“Stop distractin’ me, handsome,” she admonishes lightly, her voice that wonderful teasing tone he knows so well. 

“You’re here,” he says again and this time it’s a bit less dazed and a bit more certain. “I thought I dreamed you,” he says. Because he did. So many times he woke up, not knowing where he was or what he was doing, but sure someone - SHE - was supposed to be there. “Thought I was losin’ my godsdamned mind,” he mutters. Because he’d thought that too. 

Then another thought hits him. “How did you survive?” Because for all he’s been through, she was alone and trapped. 

Her form seems to stiffen slightly, though she doesn’t pause at all in her diligent care of his wound. “It…” She sighs, and continues, and if he wasn’t so concerned, he’d be sidetracked again wondering where a sigh comes from for a lich. “It wasn’t great,” she says lightly. “But I wasn’t really aware for a lot of it.”

He senses that what she was aware of was terrible and he’s nearly blinded by the keen need to hold her, so acute it steals his breath for a moment. 

“But as you’ve noticed,” she continues, “I’m here. That’s what matters.”

He nods, head bobbing forcefully as his throat works to push air around the heavy knot of emotion that’s formed there. 

“I heard you,” she tells him. “I… I heard a lot of things and I know how hard you were trying.”

It’s all he can do to swallow back the sudden influx of new tears. After he’d seen Taako with the umbrastaff… he’d worried what it meant. Later, once he realized where she was, it was all he could do not to snatch the umbrella out of Taako’s hands and snap it. Only fear that breaking it wouldn’t save her, might actually make things worse, had stopped him. He’d figured they’d talk after everyone had their memories back - if there was an after - and figure it out from there. 

“I should have broken the fucking thing outside Refuge,” he apologizes. She could have been out months ago, could have - oh fuck, he realizes, suddenly nauseous with the realization - she could have been in a body by now. 

“Shush it, Bluejeans. It worked out.” 

That’s all she says and he lets it go. There will be time to talk about it all later. 

For a few minutes they’re just silent together while she works. She rinses the bandage and hits it with a Prestidigitation spell then reapplies it. The material is cool on his hot skin, still slightly damp. 

“That’ll hold you for a little while,” she says. “But you’re finding a healer tomorrow. I’ll drag you to one by your black leather belt if it comes to it.”

“Whatever you say, Lup.”

Her magic ruffles through his hair, pulling it slightly the way she has a hundred times when teasing him and he feels the smile spread across his face again. 

She snorts a laugh and he reminds himself to ask her later how she does that. 

Because there’ll be time for that, he thinks. 

Time. They have all the time in the world again.

#blupjeans #barry and lup #lup #barry bluejeans #taz balance #i found this in my drafts last night #and for a solid ten minutes i didn't even know where it came from #i wrote it in the middle of march #and it took several minutes of looking at the edit history to convince myself i even wrote it #and then i finally realized it was prompted by playing a game #and an npc said that line: 'those bandages are filthy' #and that's what inspired this #mystuff #mywriting

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HUGE SHOUTOUT TO THE PERSON WHO LEFT AN ESSAY ON BELAJO IN THE COMMENT SECTION OF MY UQUIZ. anyways please click readmore if you want to read something that almost brought me to tears. This person is astounding I'm blown away they’re galaxy braining.

anyway so belajo is something that is actually so special to me because we all saw that weird romance plot the writers tried to force on jo and dean right??? we all saw that and felt icky about it??? moving on, we also know bela was a dean mirror. SO okay the reason dean and jo felt so forced and icky and weird I think (besides the actors having NO romantic chemistry) is because jo is a lesbian. LMAO no but fr fr dean always kinda treated jo like a little sister because he had a little brother and it’s the Eldest Daughter Burden Syndrome in him to do so I think. where dean and bela differ is that bela only raised herself, whereas dean helped raise sam, so bela is used to being dangerous and independent etc. without it affecting anyone but herself MEANING where dean tried to baby jo (because she was a girl ((gotta love early spn))? because she was ellen’s kid? because she was new in the hunting world? idk but he felt responsible for her one way or another) bela wouldn’t. SO BASICALLY belajo would be everything deanjo tried to be. both people rough around the edges, self destructive, but where one has too much freedom and a level of confidence that only looks deep from the surface, the other hardly has ANY freedom (or so she thinks because ellen is protective) and confidence that is honestly kind of unfounded for how new she seemed to be at hunting. jo would obviously be game for all of bela’s ridiculous plans and bela wouldn’t patronize jo, rather give her important roles in the plans she makes. my guess is that jo would run into bela on a hunt and they’d butt heads a little bit because O K they’re both stubborn and snarky but they’d end up having to work together and they’d surprise themselves with how good of a team they were making (they wouldn’t say anything at first about it). at the end of the hunt or whatever jo would be the one to give bela her cell number (“incase you find yourself in deep shit again”) and they’d go on with their lives. bela holds onto the number but doesn’t put it in her phone. she doesn’t call either. the next time they see each other it’s another situation where they just happen to be in the same place at the same time. jo is working on a cursed item hunt or something IDFK and bela wants the item to sell or whatever. they’re at some fancy dinner party and bela’s like “you again? can’t get enough, huh?” or something idk sorry I’m literally typing an essay. ANYWAY they work the case exchanging snarky one liners except this one gets intense and it’s one of those Saved At The Last Minute deals. it’s probably bela that goes “guess we make a pretty good team, huh?” and this time they don’t part ways. they get a hotel room together (“I saved your life TWICE! damn right it’s your treat”) and sleep in separate beds it’s all very normal and whatnot because I am a slut for slow burn and it’s ME who is holding YOU captive and making you read my belajo essay so it goes how I say it goes. anyway when they part ways in the morning bela is all blushy and this time it’s Jo with the snarky flirty remarks. bela finally calls jo one day about three weeks later or something (she still doesn’t make jo a contact, and in fact makes a point of fishing her number out of her purse and typing it in her phone every time she needs to call after that) and they work another case together. they work more and more cases together until they literally are just sharing a car looking at each other and going “what’s next?” bela doesn’t tell jo about her demon deal. she almost forgot about it herself, what with the craze of the cases and adrenaline that having a partner in crime comes with. but she doesn’t forget. and she doesn’t say anything either. jo has fully warmed up to bela at this point, all her snarky remarks now tinged with something of adoration. bela’s even met ellen (who took her in immediately, much to jo’s surprise) and ash (who takes a little longer to warm up to her because bela is bela lmao)! jo’s never felt so alive. and it’s not just the adrenaline—it’s bela, who makes her feel like she’s worth something, who she watched shoot out the tires of some guy’s car because she didn’t like the way he was talking to jo (which normally jo would find possessive but something about the way bela did it made her feel safe), who tells jo one night after celebratory drinks that she’s beautiful, and jo’s stomach flips. because when she talks to bela, bela LISTENS. and bela is funny. and smart—UGH SO SMART. and surprisingly handy with a knife. and maybe just a little bit beautiful too. amazing, jo thinks. bela is amazing. and she says so, too, one evening. they’re planning their next move. it’s sticky and convoluted and seemingly impossible until they make a breakthrough. it’s bela that connects the final piece, and she gets that look on her face that says she’s equal parts bewildered and ecstatic. jo says it then—“you’re amazing—“ and it’s the way she says it that makes bela stop in her tracks. the smile melts off her face and she starts shaking her head. she tells jo about the deal then. she has only what like three months left at this point. jo is PISSED. P I S S E D. she leaves bela crying on the bed in the motel room to go for a walk and cool down. it’s pretty intense lmao. she realizes then that she loves her and that’s a terrible terrible terrible feeling. bela is asleep when she gets back to the room. oh god I’ve gotten to the part where it’s only half rendered in my mind but basically blah blah blah jo has ellen and ash and every other hunter she knows looking high and low for ways to save bela. as her time gets shorter and shorter bela gets more and more impulsive and dangerous (“why not? I’m going to hell anyway! I won’t even be around for the consequences :)”) and jo gets more and more frustrated. they have another fight where jo confesses that she can’t lose bela and bela says something along the lines of “you never had me! I was using you the whole time” or something, you know, like a LIAR, and jo tells bela to fuck off, bonus points for an “I hate you,” you know, liKe a LiAr, and she leaves. little does jo know that that would be the last conversation she has with bela before she’s dragged to hell. and of course, it’s jo that finds her in ribbons, a red and white tapestry of blood against the expensive hotel carpet, underneath the chandelier, eyes blown open and limbs splayed out beside her. she was on her way back from the bar, where she walked to with plans to go home with someone else, drink her worries away, etc I guess lmao but she was too nauseous to even go in so she just circled the block a few times before heading back to their room. she opens the door with shaky hands, blinking away the last of her tears, and fully intending to apologize, take it all back, tell her she loved her. instead, well. you know. anyway so OBVIOUSLY bela comes back. idk how but she does she HAS to because I need a happy or bittersweet ending or whatever but yeah I haven’t even placed the next pieces yet. they change each other for the better obviously too. bela allows herself to be vulnerable and heals through some of her trauma and jo grows as a hunter and strategist, and understands more of what it’s like to be protective over someone. even ellen grows to trust jo more on her own especially with bela, who ellen (who is definitely is NOT someone to dote but) grows more and more fond of. it’s found family. it’s hesitant allies to hesitant friends to best friends to widow to awkward I-can’t-believe-you’re-back-I-don’t-know-what’s-allowed to best friends again to LOVERS awwwwwwwwwww

#I am leaving this anonymous until I get permission to @ them #belajo #spn #supernatural #bela talbot #bela #jo harvelle #jo #incoherents

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Hot Damn

Request: Dean Winchester putting someone in the full nelson, no WWE, position and just going wild. (I want other people to have an obsession with this position like I do.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

A/N: I honestly had to wing it. I’m not quite familiar with the full nelson or any fighting techniques for that matter, I had to look it up and try my best. So I’m very sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for!! Feedback is always welcome, however! :)

Warning: Smut implication? kinda dark I guess, I don’t know?

Word Count: 850

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You were standing there watching with lust blown eyes and your entire body tingling, as Dean Winchester fought a man twice his size in a barely lit alley behind a bar. The man should’ve backed off when he was told to, but clearly his pea sized brain insisted on harassing you, and all hell broke loose when he put his hands on your ass.

The mark brought out this uncontrollable side to Dean, letting his emotions run wild. And sometimes, as much as you hated the mark, the consequences of that made you long for him in ways that can only be discussed behind closed doors.

You could’ve helped him, or rather, you could’ve taken down the burly man yourself. But why give up the chance to watch your adonis of a husband go crazy? At times like this he was the Joker to your Harley. And it was absolutely delicious.

You watched on as Dean gave him a swift right hook, not once giving the poor sod a chance to get his bearings. He grabbed him be the collar and whispered something in his ear, making the man’s eyes go wide in fear. He was petrified to the point where he couldn’t even beg for mercy. Well, the scum deserved it. You couldn’t bare to think how many women he must have hurt and forced himself upon, or how many more he was planning to.

Your attention went back to Dean and you watched him go to town on the bastard’s face. You bit your lips thinking about the sheer pornography that the veins in his arms brought underneath all that plaid. The unlimited strength that he got from the mark made your knickers wet.

Just as you thought your husband couldn’t get any hotter, he managed to pin his opponent face down and looped his arms under the guy’s and brought his hands behind to his nape. And before you knew it, he was performing a full nelson on the poor bastard, rendering him completely immobile. You could imagine his back muscles flexing with the movement and it took everything in you to not drag him away just to have your way with him.

The man struggled in his hold, trying to get out of it, which only angered Dean who then proceeded to apply a great deal of force on his neck. You could see the guy turning an abnormal shade of red, forcing the veins in his neck and forehead to pop out. The blood on his face was dripping down onto the ground.

You could see Dean’s arms straining, leaving you to imagine once again what it looked like underneath his clothes. His face scrunched up in aggression as the mark took over him completely, he was in it to kill and nothing from heaven or hell could stop him.

“P-please-“ The man managed to get out with great difficulty. “H-help!” He choked out at you.

That didn’t sit well with Dean. His eyes turned a shade darker in rage, and he whispered just loud enough for you to hear, “keep talking to her, I dare you.” The man quickly looked away, clearly afraid of the strength Dean possessed.

You walked closer and crouched down in front of the man. You smirked at him and then looked up at Dean who was mirroring your smirk.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asked giving you a grin. His deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

His eyes were wild, untameable. His hair messed up in a delicious way that made you want to grip it hard as you snog him, a few cuts laid scattered on his face from the punches he took from his victim. But what made your breath hitch was the sheer power that radiated from him then. The predator finally getting a hold on his prey, paralysing him. All because his mate was threatened.

Your eyes darkened further with lust and you knew then that Dean was doing all this just to rile you up. You knew the second you got back to the bunker, you were in for a rough night. You responded to Dean with a nod and looked back at the struggling man. He was crying by now, reduced to a whimpering pathetic mess, struggling to breathe.

Just as you were about to say something to him, you heard a police siren in the distance. You looked at Dean in slight panic only to see him not give a fuck. But you knew your fun was over.

Dean noticed you looking worriedly. He had heard the siren too. He reluctantly let the guy go, only because your safety came first, and watched him slump forward in a heap, head in an awkward position. You were sure he was injured beyond repair at this point. He got up and gave him a swift kick on his ribs that resulted in a sickening sound that no doubt meant a broken bone. He then grabbed your hand and lead the way back to his impala. The sudden shift in his demeanour was turning you on even more. The man went from a hungry predator to a protective one within seconds. 

He sped away back to the bunker, no doubt just as excited as you were.

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[douxie-casperan]

I’ve been thinking a lot about timings, specifically Douxie in Arcadia in regards to just the Trollhunter’s series and generally what he was up to at the time. He was clearly in the area before we saw him in Season 3 though his day to day was shown more by comparison in 3Below and thus thanks to an initial ramble in the tags I decided to go ahead and figure things out that make most logical sense to me and could well be completely wrong. As you do.

Prior to the start of Trollhunters it is very unlikely there would have been too many problems as all factions were largely keeping to themselves and under the radar of the others. However after Kanjigar fell, Bular was a LOT more active in Arcadia because of hunting down Jim and in turn because of trying to stop the Killahead project Jim was most active within town it's self at weird hours. As a result this greatly increases the run in risk with Douxie’s own night time wanderings however regular they were for dealing with non-troll related beings that are likely being attracted by the native magic (Ley-line) of the place. The changelings could clear up the messes a certain troll left behind, sure, but somebody who knows enough about trolls would start putting two and two together that the dynamic had shifted somehow and not in a particularly good way.

The easiest way to solve this problem would Douxie happening to be out of the area at the time and quite handily in his first appearance Claire mentions a tidbit that could easily do just that: Ash Dispersal Pattern was the opening act for at least one Papa Skull concert (Highly likely the one she went to with Steve) and it'd make sense to be fronting for more than one and it would keep him safely out the area for a while. After Bular is killed, it is much easier to again hand wave Team Trollhunter and Douxie/the hedge-witches simply not running into one another when something was happening on the Surface given the locations various things tended to happen with a lot less environmental destruction compared to recent times.  

In the first episode of Season 3 we see the kids have been placing warded signs under the guise of supporting Ophelia's campaign to help ward off Gumm-Gumms and that’s a giant neon sign something is there you're trying to protect for anybody with any magical knowledge. It's unknown how long they have been doing this though given Claire and Jim are planting them in the neighbourhood it's likely they started branching out after experimenting with the original hiding spot for Trollmarket (If with a few hiccups given one troll managed to stumble over them anyway) pretty recently which gives ample time for the source to be spotted before the sudden increase.

It stands to reason that around this period is when Douxie would have likely picked up there was now a human teenager running around as the current Trollhunter which I have no doubt he did side eye a bit as uh what and that Trollmarket had an emergency exodus to the Surface even if not knowing the reasoning behind either. Word will be passed on but it's still troll politics at the end of the day, nothing to do with us but worth keeping tabs on.

A few days maximum prior too will be also when a new unknown witch in Arcadia was noticed (Something I touched on here) whom he could just have easily innocently passed in the street. With Zoe's help they would be able to slowly pin down a bit more information (Teenager, likely in High School so gotta check 'em all) until through using Battle of the Bands as a ruse find out that person is Claire. Jim’s attempts at dissuading her joining in (The so-called ”after school activities”) would have confirmed any suspicion that she was also part of Team Trollhunter too which would stand out given they tended to be more solitary in that job role. While he did use very archaic terms (To us), he was being exceedingly respectful of another unknown magic user as appearance is no judge for true age as he proves himself.

Douxie is not seen again until he's on waiter duty at Mr. Benoit's and it's likely thanks to Darci's presence they don't fudge any mention of Trollhunting duties and not give him any tip offs/confirmation that Toby is also involved. Claire's initial outburst would have been very ?? but if you've been in customer service long enough it's a bit on the worrying side sure but not an immediate red flag. That said given the complete change in demeanour afterwards with very wrong vibes being given off to boot that would have been a whole nother kettle of fish easily leading to stealth texted Zoe while back inside say a bit of a situation was developing with the new witch and how best to handle it. I actually had a rough mention of this scenario here.

The next time he would see them, in passing or otherwise, whatever the situation was has been resolved thanks to the help of Strickler meaning whatever plans they had to research more or help would have been rendered unneeded which is good or bad depending on how you look at it. This would also mean the other magic users of Arcadia remained completely in the dark that both Morgana is actively in play and that she was right there in front of Douxie without him even realising it.

~

Author note: Due to the weirdness of the in the UK aired version, I cannot accurately speculate on Douxie seeing 100% possessed Claire as there are two jump cuts. The first during the bathroom scene just after Morgana leaves the mirror then where it then suddenly jumps to showing a few seconds of "I feel like a whole new girl" then a second jump to everybody walking home. I think there was a "Silence, peasant" in there from gif sets I've seen but aside from that I genuinely have no idea! Tried to do my best with what I know for certain.

~

Then you get the Eternal Night and ho boy this is precisely why I’m writing about it in a one shot and have previously had a mention of the situation here as well. Given Douxie’s outburst at the start of Wizards it stands to reason that Merlin never contacted him and this poor guy in turn had absolutely no idea that he’d awoken nor was in Arcadia. This meant that he (And very likely Hex-Tech too) were completely caught out when it hit which would match up with his being completely without the bracelet leaving him to defend Mary and Darci with a freaking flying kick and belting a Gumm-Gumm with his guitar. Honestly it does show he's not defenceless without it but damn what an entrance. Plus the little slip up with calling the attacker twits, that wouldn’t have registered with the girls but had Claire or Toby still been there? Oh that’d have been very interesting as that is not a term you know without knowing outting him on the spot very much like how it did for us as viewers. Alas they were elsewhere, his secret remains intact.

It’s very possible during this entire mess he might have seen Morgana too, distantly perhaps but very there given her colour of magic and the golds are very distinctive, leading to one very awful blast from the past but right now your focus has to be on getting these kids and any other stragglers to safety because that is where you can help right now and not on the field. Head down, keep going and freak out about it later. Oh and whenever get a spare minute text Zoe to check both she and any of the Coven in the area currently are holding up okay and if they need backup.

At the very least none of them would have to pretend they don't know what trolls are anymore, handy given at least two plus the two changelings who stayed behind though the same hat syndrome between Strickler and Douxie would be an absolute goldmine about now if they hadn't manage to have a run in prior. I am a simple person, I find the concept hilarious.

Finally there is one other little issue needs resolving. After the arrival in flying Camelot, Douxie much like the others appears far more worried about seeing Jim inside a crystal and not about the fact he's no longer human. Steve? There’s every possibility he found out along with Eli at some point from Toby but in the wizard's case, he would never have been in that friend (Or even kinda) circle to get that bit of information nor does Merlin pull him aside to mention it either. That leads me to suspect he may have briefly glimpsed Jim during the battle and put two and two together much like Aja did that they are the same person. It’s highly unlikely he knew of the Eclipse armour existence given how secretive Merlin tends to be (Plus he was 19 at the time not to mention a bit of a disaster but we love him anyway) however there would be absolutely no mistakening that it is the Trollhunter in a new coat... and new bluer form. Follow that train of thought enough and it leads to the fact there is only one person alive that could have pulled that one off: The very same one who created the amulet in the first place.

Oops.

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[lost-eternity]

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Match up request for: @ imightsecretlybeadragon

Okie dokie. I match you with...

I love your tag name, hun

I had to ship you with Sherlock himself 

I was originally considering Mycroft but he honestly can't handle spontaneity 

That's more Sherlock's thing

Although the number of hobbies you have tried your hand at, only to drop most of them, tells me that you grow bored easily and hence need things to occupy your time

So does Sherlock. Except his methods of quelling boredom are not nearly as tame as candle making. 

He'll keep you on your toes

I also considered Mary as a potential match but finding information on her online is incredibly scarce, for some reason. RIP

I believe that your ambition, drive, and willingly to throw reason to the wind and embark on thoughtless adventures is the perfect reason why you would mesh so well with Sherlock Holmes. You would totally be willing to jump out of windows or attempt crazy experiments with him instead of judgmentally staring as most would

As much as Sherlock enjoys John's company, he cannot handle people asking him questions all of the time

Either they need to be on the same level as him- or shut up and do as he says until he reveals his thought process in some theatrical way

While you may not be able to under exactly where that man's mind is at, you are definitely smart enough to understand the general gist and decide for yourself whether or not you want to follow through 

Because sometimes Sherlock really needs someone to look him in the eye and say "no". Instead of passively being yanked around like a dog on a leash.

Both of you have a habit of becoming so engrossed in your work that you forfeit biological functions like sleep. Sherlock really appreciates your understanding in regards to this because he knows that you will not disturb him. 

But when he is going on three days without sleeping or eating, your more nurturing side will step in, force him to rest and give that man some damn sustenance.

Which is why I feel like you would work very well with him. You know when to back off and give him the space he needs, but you aren't complaining like him because you also know when the is challenging the limits of what his human body can handle and will step in to make sure he actually takes care of himself

Like, dude. Take a freaking shower, you both look and smell like a writhing sack of horseshit 

Sherlock would probably find your tendency to be loud quite intrusive. He claims that "even your thoughts are loud. I can feel you thinking. Stop that." And promptly kick you out of the room

Try not to be too offended by him

He is like a toddler. He doesn't know any better

But feel free to give him a scalding tongue lashing afterwards

Sherlock would never admit it, but he does genuinely care for you. And it can sometimes be hard to tell. He constantly berates and criticizes you. But only because he is worrying over your well being and gets super mad if you do sometimes that puts your life in danger. Sherlock can't even bear the thought of losing you, and like everything else he doesn't like, he chooses to ignore or "delete" it. So when that fear becomes a reality,  he flips out, masquerading his concern as anger. Because he does not want to appear weak

His criticism comes from a well meaning place. He genuinely wants you to improve and do the best you can in life to become successful, he is just piss poor and phrasing. Instead his critiques come off as purely negative. You may have to remind him of this and he would be quick albeit awkward to correct. 

If you show him a painting:

"No, the lines are all wrong. The focal point should be here, but because you used 45° angles, the focal point ends up down here."

Cue an unamused look from you

"What? Oh... uh. Y-your use of colour palate is... adequate...."

He's trying

~

Knowing Sherlock, you did not really ever "meet"

At least not how most people would

The first time you met, Sherlock had you pinned beneath him on the ground, demanding that you take off your clothes.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. 

Let's start from the beginning 

You were near Hyde park, cloaked in a heavy woolen coat to combat the biting cold of the winter-scape around you

With your hands shoved deep in your pockets in an attempt to warm them, you continued at a brisk pace, wanting to get back to your flat before the scheduled snowfall 

That was when a dude on a motorcycle nearly careened into you. You jumped back and glared over your shoulder, fully prepared to tell him off. Instead, what you saw rendered you speechless

The guy who almost hit you was wearing a... bunny head mask. What the hell?

So distracted by this weirdo on the motorcycle, you did not notice another man in a black trench charging down the way. He actually did hit you from a full sprint.  

The force of the impact knocked the air from your lungs and caused you to fall over, he taking a tumble shorter thereafter 

The man, now having you stretched out beneath him, seemed entirely preoccupied. If he recognised the implications of your situation, he gave no indication to it. 

He spared you a single glance before looking back after the motorcycle bunny guy. 

"I need your jacket, now!" He demanded, not once looking at You

"Excuse me?" You asked.

"Jacket!" He demanded again. "Take it off!"

Were you being robbed?

If you were, this was one weird ass mugger. 

Another man came jogging up, his breath short and strained as she rested his hand on his knees. He looked horrified then apologetic  "Sherlock! Get off her!" 

The rude trench coat fella scrambled to his feet, as if just now realising he had been on top of you. He must be Sherlock.

The second man continued. "I'm sorry about him, we aren't mugging you. We would just like to borrow your jacket for a few minutes."

"Watson, he is getting away!" Sherlock complained

You removed your coat, and handed it over, completely confused. What else were you supposed to do?

The cold air bit your exposed skin, sending goose-flesh across your arms as you shivered from the chill

Sherlock and his big ass coat moved at a dead sprint towards an ice-crusted fountain 

Watson sighed and extended a hand to help you up. He shrugged off his own jacket, offering it to you.

You immediately refused his gesture, despite the sheer cold causing you to shiver. 

Watson frowned slightly at the rejection, his forehead creasing

You watched as this Sherlock character leapt onto the fountain,  nearly losing his footing as she scrambled across. The motorcycle man had almost reached the road, if he got there, he would be lost. 

Sherlock pursued him, jumping over gates and pushing past pedestrians to cut him off on the main trail.

You did not think he would make it, but remarkably, he did. He stood before the motorcycle your jacket extended in front of him

Bunny guy did not hesitate to charge at him, probably planning to run him down

Your breath hitched in your throat as you gazed at the scene. Like a matador facing off against a bull... except Sherlock had no sword. No back up. Just a jacket. How in the world was he going to stop a guy on a motorcycle with only a jacket???

You watched in anticipation, the cold you felt completely forgotten as the motorcycle drew nearer and nearer. 

Sherlock did not once hesitate nor flinch. He remained rooted in spot, his eyes steely with determination 

The bunny suit man got within a single metre of Sherlock.

You thought for sure that you were about to witness a collision. 

You were wrong

Sherlock threw your coat then rolled out of the way.

The coat hit the back wheel as it spun, getting snagged in the shifting gears and mechanisms. 

It wrapped itself around the back wheel, seizing it up and causing the motorcycle to skid out, slipping across the ice before colliding into a nearby tree.

Sherlock was quick to pounce, restraining the bunny suit guy. 

You were absolutely amazed. Both you and Watson seemed to have the same idea as you rushed over. Watson scolding Sherlock for pulling the stunt and you out of concern for your poor coat.

~

It wasn't long before the police arrived. Apparently bunny guy was some sort of expert thief turned murderer known for his iconic bunny suit. The cops have been after him for months and Sherlock had been the one to flush him out and trap him

You were mostly distraught over the loss of your jacket.  It was a good jacket, now completely lost to the motors and gears on the cycle

Watson promised that he would buy you a new one.  He even invited you back to his flat for some tea because he was worried you would catch cold if you walked all the way back to yours

You were going to refuse and just take a cab, then you learnt that Watson and Sherlock were flatmates. 

How could you say no?

You just met some of the most interesting people on the planet, how could anyone say no to tea with them?

Sherlock seemed adamantly against the idea, complaining loudly about Watson "taking home too many strays" because "they ruin my work."

"You should have thought of that before you ruined my favourite jacket." You retorted

They were both taken aback by your wit

Watson appeared rather smug. "Yeah. You could have just used your own."

Sherlock seemed positively offended that anyone would dare suggest such a thing. "Not my coat! The coat is iconic."

Watson just rolled his eyes 

~

Despite getting off on the wrong foot, you and Sherlock hit it off rather nicely 

You were amazed by his observational abilities, but shocked him by understanding how he came to his conclusions before he even explained.

This was when Sherlock began to like you

And Sherlock doesn't like anyone

It kinda baffles John, really

Sherlock, finding you rather entertaining, is fine with you popping in for tea every once in a while. 

He even let you assist on cases

This is where he really began to fall for you

He admires your intellect and thought process, considering it formidable albeit slower than his own

Let's be real, it's Sherlock 

But things kinda start out rough

At first, when Sherlock first realises that he has feelings for you, he "deletes" them

It's scary admitting when you fancy someone

And not just scary. Dangerous. Especially for Sherlock. 

He can't allow himself to be focused on anything except for work

Of course, the more time he spends with you, the more his feelings keep coming back, regardless of how often he deletes them

So he pushes you away

He lashes out

Becomes cold and distant, trying to make you give up

But you won't. You're having the time of your life with him and always comes back. No matter how many times he yells for you to go away. Its infuriating, actually 

There will come a point where Sherlock has to make peace with his own attractions but it will be very difficult for the both of you

You will have to work with him through this

Cause Sherlock is not going to be an easy catch. And an even harder one to keep

But I have faith in you.

I hope you enjoyed dear, let me know what you think :)

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[nad-zeta]

Match up ^o^

May I request a Match up, please?

I’m at the part when I have to choose a route and I honestly don’t know/care. So I decided why not let some lovely internet stranger choose for me? Who do you think I would pair the best with?

I also noticed how much effort and detail you put into these so I decided that it was only fair to try to put in just as much effort in requesting. Or maybe I am just extremely vain so blabbering on this much about myself comes naturally (I also wouldn’t be too suprised if this were the case lol). Either way, I apologise for this getting so long. And without further ado, let’s learn about yours truly. Uh, yay?

I will start with my physical appearance because that’s easiest.  

First of all, I am rather tall for a woman. Pair that with the fact that I constantly wear boots with 8 centimetre or greater heels and I almost always cap out somewhere above 182 centimetres (that’s 6 feet in American). So yes. I’m not exactly the approachable type, on the account of my height and near constant resting bitch face. I always look pissed off at something (and to be fair, I usually am).

I am a brunette with boring brown eyes. Nothing of note there. 

I prefer to walk on my toes, for whatever reason. I also have great posture when I walk and these two factors always make it seem like I am floating. I’ve been told that I always seem very confident and self-assured. Which is complete bullshit because 90% of the time, I am winging it. 

I am a dancer (of sorts. More on that later), so I am rather slim and toned. This is literally the only aspect of my physicality that I am actually confident in. The rest of me can burn in hell for all I care. 

I am also very touch adverse. I hate the feeling of skin touching my skin it grosses me touch. However. There are a select few people in this world that I accept and enjoy hugs and cuddles from (and who I could snuggle with for hours). If I let anyone cuddle me that means I trust said person unconditionally and feel extremely comfortable around them. It’s essentially the ultimate statement of trust.

Onto personality.

If you can’t already tell, I have about as much dignity as a wet cat. I while I certainly do have an ego, it can be kind of difficult to bruise. Publically, I am absolutely shameless and don’t give two shits about what others think. 

I have a tongue of steel and can rapid fire the most atrocious insults and comebacks when provoked. I’m known for my venomous sarcasm and biting wit among my own circles. I have a line for nearly every single situation so one-liners have become my thing. Which works out for me because I am a huge flirt.

I’ll flirt with pretty much anyone regardless of gender, I don’t give a crap. To clarify, it’s not because I am an attention whore (okay, yes. I am a complete attention whore), it’s because I am a theatre kid so excessive eye contact and sexual jokes are kinda where I thrive. I am also not afraid to get questionably lascivious with my flirting if someone tries to out-pace me. I never blush, I never falter, and I never let anyone know that they got the better of me. It shows weakness. 

Despite my salacious façade, I am not inherently a sexual person. As a matter of fact, I am quite the opposite. I don’t experience sexual attraction (kudos to my asexual humans. I see you). This has rendered me practically immune to all charm, crushes, and sex appeal. It makes my life a lot easier, in my opinion. I don’t get too attached. I also enjoy messing around with the egos of fuck boys. 

As mentioned earlier, I am an attention whore. I love showing off because I crave validation (this could point to some deep seated insecurities about myself that I refuse to acknowledge…. Ahem). Being on stage as where I thrive. And yes, I am a dancer, as I stated earlier. But I am not your conventional prissy ballerina. I am a circus performer. More specifically, I’m an aerialist. I have covered trapeze, contortion (I am unnaturally flexible), lyra, and silks. It’s a lot of fun almost dying every day and finding bruises in the most questionable places (if you cant already tell, I am an adrenaline junkie. I took karate for the first dozen or so years of my life and have recently been searching for more weapons combat classes because apparently I don’t have enough bruises already).

I am not easily impressed. And I don’t give out compliments very often. And that includes myself. I can be unnecessarily hard on myself at times… most of the time. But then again, who isn’t? 

As for the side of me that isn’t stark-raving mad, I am usually a pretty objective person. While I have no qualms with discussing emotions (both mine and friend’s. I am a great listener and actually give pretty good advice when it comes to dealing with intense emotions). I tend to avoid letting them interfere with my logic. I look down on those who allow their emotions to dictate their actions. It makes them needlessly reckless. 

I am typically a pretty chill person. When I am among people I am unfamiliar with, I tend to stay quiet and try not to rock the boat too much (again, I won’t hesitate to unleash a severe tongue lashing upon any poor soul who happens to rub me the wrong way… Or just happens to exist. I don’t take shit from other people and I hate it when others try to control me. (I don’t play rough, I play smart). 

I really enjoy reading, writing, or drawing quietly. I can’t stand loud and excessive noises or people (parties, screaming, concerts). I am a true extroverted introvert. I love being the center of attention and chatting, but I need my alone time. People are exhausting to deal with. 

Because of my aversion to loud sounds, I tend to avoid typical dance parties like the plague. While I am very good with mingling and partying in general, I can only keep it up in short bursts before I have to retreat somewhere quiet. This is also the reason I greatly prefer the nighttime (if I had a choice I would sleep all day and only frolick around at night. I just love the dark. It’s comforting in a weird way). I also love the night because that’s when I get to sleep and just peace out on life. It’s kinda like non-committal dying.

I am near constantly on hyper-alert so I am not easily startled. When I do get startled, I have a tendency to squeak, yelp or growl. These noses are purely reactionary sounds but for whatever reason, my friends think that they are absolutely adorable and will go to great lengths to startle me just to hear me make them.

To counteract my friend’s malevolence, I have learnt to be super observant, especially when I feel threatened. Usually, I am caught up on my own world and thoughts. I have an imagination so powerful that I can trick my brain into feeling false sensations such as an extra limb or falling. I much prefer to spend my time in my head rather than our boring reality. But if I feel threatened, or think that another attack is imminent, I instantly become hyper aware. These moments of lucidity enable me to make certain observations others would otherwise be overlooked (for example. I was able to tell when my professor lost her wedding ring due to the discoloration around her ring finger and the habitual and near-constant worrying she did at it. I offered to help her look after class ^.^. I admittedly felt kinda smug when I saw her surprise.) Ironically enough, I like to refer to this mode of thinking as “Sherlocking”. I can be quite the detective when I really try. 9 out of 10 times my friends will come to me when they suspect infidelity, I am pretty good at digging up dirt. 

However, I have to make the conscious decision to do this, usually when I am trying to figure someone out or manipulate them into liking me. So this isn’t constant and usually I go about my day like everyone else, blissfully unaware of my surroundings.

Uhh, there is probably more I could cover but this is getting very long as-is and you are probably forcing yourself to get through my seemingly eternal ramblings. So I am going to stop here and go grab myself some food. 

Best of luck to you,

-November

Hi there love!<3 you sound like such a cool interesting person! ^_^ Hehehe I probs took so long with this match up that you already chose a new route lol! Anyways thanx for waiting soooooo long for this and I hope ya enjoy it love ^0^ ^_^

I match you with……………………… Masamune

Honestly, it was between Masamune and Mitsuhide for me lol but i eventually decided to go with Masamune 

The first time Masamune sees you, his eyes go wide in awe, like wow you are one tall fine lady! He has legit never met anyone so tall. After you were named as chatelaine, you stayed behind with some of the warlords to chat and get to know them better, you are after all going to be seeing their faces every day for the next 3 months. 

Right of the bat, Masamune is howling in laughter at the fact that you are way taller than Ieyasu. You, Masamune and Mitsuhide basically tease the poor porcupine for a solid 20 minutes. “My my I never expected such a scary-looking little mouse to be so bubbly and friendly.” 

Oooh, this boy just stared a war of wits. Today day was a good day cause your tongue of steel was rapidly firing witty words and sarcastic remarks at the resident kitsune. He almost couldn’t keep up, almost. Masamune was just standing there watching the whole scene unfold, you truly were going to be a lot of fun! Masamune decided to test out that tongue of steel of your and started firing some flirty pick-up line, while unbeknown to him you are the queen of one-liners, and have no shame when it comes lascivious flirting. Masamune, of course, never backs down from a challenge, and he was determined to make you blush. The conversation got so heated that it made even Hideyoshi blush on your behalf. You simply laughed and fired another one of your pick-up lines.

After the little chat in the hallway and a massive speech from mama bear for talking about things that were not PG13, cause of the kids *cough* Mitsunari *cough*, you and Masamune become quick friends. He had never met a woman before that was immune to his boyish wild charm, and handsome sexual appeal. Masamune was definitely popular with the woman, not as popular as Hideyoshi, but he was definitely a fuckboi. As surprised as he was, that his normal antics didn't work on you, his ego wasn’t dented one bit, it just made him more determined to get to know you. 

Masamune definitely finds your flirtatious nature attractive, especially when you managed to score the two of you free sweet bun just by flirting with the shop owner, he was, even more, shook when the shop owner was a woman, your flirtation truly knows no bounds. The two of you would spend loads of time together, just going out for tea and sweets while getting to know each other. TBH although Masamune would never admit it, he found it refreshing that you weren't just his friend simply cause he was hot or cause you wanted to climb in stations but because you actually liked him as a person. You and Masamune definitely made an unstoppable team when it came to banquets. The two of you would team up and start teasing everyone there. When you two cuties are together its always a good time with loads of laughter and banter

Masamune discovered that you like him, was an adrenaline junkie. He loved that he finally had someone around that would do stupid shit with him just for the thrill of it. The two of you would go out on adventures 24/7 jumping down waterfalls and hiking up cliffs. The two of you goofball would also dare each other to do the craziest shit. Like one-time Masamune dared you to jump off the castle’s roof onto your balcony, and you freaken did it, no questions asked. Or like the one time you dared him to put his head in Shogetsu mouth, mind you the little cub was now grown into a full-blown tiger

One day you and Masa went to go watch one of Mitsuhide’s undercover performances. The three of you were investigating a shady daimyo in one of the nearby provinces. The three of you disguised yourselves as performers and joined a circus troop as their new dancers. You were so excited, the stage is where you truly come alive. You had promised Masa to show him something that would shock/surprise him after he gave you the grand tour of  Azuchi. Today was the day, you had kept your dance and performances a secret from the two men, and now it was finally time to show them what you can do. You had 3 different performances planned. The first one was contortion. To say Masamune was shook would be an understatement he never knew anyone could be so freaken flexible, like wow. Your next performance was aerial dancing, his blue eye gleamed in delight, watching you move through the air so gracefully. If he wasn’t sure before he was sure now, this boy loved ya. But what really took his breath away was when you trapezed through the air, he was absolutely mesmerized at the way you flew through the air doing back-flips and other cool ass tricks. Masamune loved the look of pure joy on your face as you performed and after the show, you explained to him that you were a theatre kid back in the past. Mitsuhide definitely took note of your skills, and since that day you now accompanied him on most missions that required him to disguise himself as a performer.

Masamune loved everything about you at this point. Your overdramatic introvert/extrovert personality. The way you walked. Gosh, he loved the way you walked, it looked like you were an angel floating around wherever you went. He loved your banter and one-liner for every situation. And most of all he loved your hyper-alert side. Boy did he love to come up behind you to scare the crap outta you just so he could hear you squeak, yelp or growl. Like he lived for those adorably cute noises. And you somewhere along the line had fallen in love with the big idiot. He was always coming up with new fun adventures to go on or new fun things to do. He was one of those few people that could actually keep up with your banter

What was he most impressed with you may ask, well you Sherlocking skills of course. One day there were rumours of some super shady daimyos visiting Azuchi. Word on the street was that they were planning on stealing Mitsunari report to make the poor angel look bad. Mitsuhide was away sorting out some other plots and schemes, so it was now up to you to use your skills, to save the angel. You used your detective skill to gather evidence, and since your inner circle knew you were from the future, you were planning on catching them in the act and filming them for evidence. Masamune was always up for an adventure, so he acted as you own personal Watson. The two of you hid while watching the whole scene unfold, once they left the room the two of you came out. “What do you think they are going to do with the report lass,” he asked while his blue eye gleamed in delight. “Hmmmmm, I believe they are going to burn the evidence in the forest” you replied in your best British accent. Masamune couldn’t help but laugh. The two of you made your way to a secluded part of the forest and spotted them making a fire. Masamune looked at you curiously “How did you know they were going to be in this exact spot.” “Elementary, my dear Masamune.” He couldn’t help but burst out in laughter you really were a super fun kitten. Unfortunately for the two of you, they heard you guys laughing behind the trees and before you knew it, the two of you were surrounded. One of the men had a sword right at your throat ready to cut you open, that is when you shocked them by not backing down from the fight, you hit the sword away with one of your own gifted to you by your dearest one-eyed dragon. “ Point that sword at me one more time and i’ll slash your Achilles’ tendons, and TBH given the medicine situation of this time, no one would know how to fix your injury, so I hope you like hobbling around on one leg for the rest of your life cause that is what will happen.” These men were shook; meanwhile, Masa was next to you howling in laughter, “She’s not joking boys, this lass delivers on her threats.” You had never seen grown men run away from a fight so fast. You and Masamune picked up Mitsunari’s report that had fallen on the ground during the commotion and walked back hand in hand

You didn’t really like skin touching skin, but TBH you definitely like the warm feeling of Masamune’s hand warmed around yours. The two of you had come to fall in love with each other, and it wasn’t long before you two cuties entered into a relationship. Despite both of you being adrenaline junkies, both of you also loved your quiet times. Often you would sit together in his manor each doing your own thing. You would read and write, and Masamune would sit at his desk pretending to work (Cause admin is so freaken boring). 

The two of you would have the best time together during banquets you loved being the centre of attention and would chat with everyone, but as the night would progress you would start feeling a bit drained and that’s when the one-eyed dragon would swoop in, pick you up and takes you to a quiet corner where the two of you cuddle and snuggle together.

He would spoil you rotten with the most amazing food, he would basically, cook anything your heart desires just to see that beautiful smile on your face. His heart would always burst with affection whenever he cuddles and kiss you, he knew that the fact that you allowed him to cuddle you was the ultimate statement of trust between the two of you.

Often the two of you cuties can be found causing mischief and giving Mamayoshi more grey hairs or cuddled together sharing stories of your day

Other potential matches............... Mitsuhide 

Hope u enjoyed it dear @november-solarstorms

#ikesen masamune #masamune date #ikemen sengoku masamune #matchups #match ups #masamune matchup #ikesen matchup #submission

[atopearth]

Ikemen Vampire Part 4 - Arthur Conan Doyle Route

It’s pretty cute how the heroine is handling Arthur’s teasing that can go overboard sometimes. Loved it when he was playfully trying to bite her and she resists and bites him instead to push him away haha. It was obvious that Arthur just wanted to stop her from leaving the mansion at night though~ Honestly though, he could have done it without scaring her….and damn, he really bit her when she went to his room to clean and got engrossed in his Sherlock Holmes stories. Yeah, that was quite uncomfortable, doesn’t even feel justified just because the heroine was kinda “keen” on the touching, it’s so weirdly random that she suddenly doesn’t really mind either, especially when she’s so put off in the other routes. In this route, she “resists” but kinda wants it at the same time, and it’s just so…weird. Also not into Arthur, he bit her without consent, not cool. I also don’t understand why, just because Arthur thinks that people “pure” like the heroine need to be “dirtied”/shown how the world is in order for her to survive or something. It’s like, unnecessary consideration on his part, what makes him think that he has the right to be the one to do this to show that the world is how he thinks it is? Why can’t she have her own opinion and perception of the world with her own thoughts, just because he doesn’t think it’s true, and thinks that she’s naive (like the guy that probably used to love reading his stories) doesn’t make him right to do all this to her.

Honestly, I’m glad even though Theo is rather rough, he can see and understand that the heroine isn’t a meek little kitten or something that will be swallowed up by the world like Arthur thinks so, he’s looking at her with his pre-rendered rose tinted glasses of his past and fails to see how strong she can actually be. But it’s nice to see how resilient the heroine is. Loll at her nearly getting swindled and needing Arthur to save her. I liked Arthur’s apology (for biting her), it sounded very sincere. Lmao at Arthur getting deprived of coffee so he kidnaps the heroine (the coffee maker for the guys) to his room to make him coffee exclusively. Hahaha, I find it kinda funny but also true that Sherlock Holmes is probably more popular than Arthur himself, I guess that’s a legitimate reason for hating his own character haha. But at the same time, I guess Sherlock being the opposite of Arthur is an interesting reason for hating him.

It was kinda cute to see the heroine and Arthur going around solving “cases” like missing dogs haha, but also crazy to see them fend against a crazy nun selling kids. Also nice to see the heroine’s resolve to be with Arthur, she willingly gave her his blood when he lost a lot trying to stop that crazy nun. Also nice to see that Sherlock to Arthur was a character he created and made stories about hoping to give life to terminal patients he cared for (when he was a doctor) since they would want to try their best to live to read these adventures. It’s saddening that life is limited regardless of his intentions though. However, Worth’s (guy that James Moriarty is based on) kidnapping etc was so unwarranted and random, it’s like they suddenly decided they needed to do a villain thing for every route but kinda forgot about it until now and got him to do the usual cliche stuff like the other villains in the other routes where he can’t really control himself or whatever so yeah…that was boring. I also thought the “desperate LI getting tricked by their friend and trying to stop the heroine from going back home” was used already so I would have liked it be done differently this time around but oh well, at least it’s nice to know that Arthur really doesn’t want to live without her? Although we knew that quite a while ago lol. And Arthur continues publishing books and they live happily~

Overall, I’m not really a fan of Arthur and his route, he’s not really my type, but there were surprises here and there that made me think he was really cute and sweet haha. But I guess I just didn’t find his story interesting because their little adventures were cute but not really… engaging? But I guess it was necessary for them to slowly bond haha. But yeah, I think me not being into Arthur made it quite a tedious route for me personally, and it didn’t have the greatest beginning either haha.

#ikemen vampire

[tellywoodtrash]

Sanjivani - Weeks 4 + 5

Overall Plot

Heavy in terms of the background stories for Sid and Ishani and their deeply ingrained emotional issues. Their relationship though, phew; such highs and lows, that I'm almost dizzy with how quickly they fight and make up. Though the Juhi/Shashank/Anjali/Vardhan track remains good to watch on the basis of performance, not much progress on that front plot-wise, other than Shashank unwillingly approving the luxury ward and the fallout from that.

The Medical Stuff

Still boring for a medical procedural junkie like me; it seems like they just flip through a medical textbook and pick some two, three randomass illnesses, but then barely go into depth about it. It’s like they pick these things just for the novelty of the name and nothing else.

The Acting

Needless to say, the seniors reliably turn in the best performances. Namit continues to get better, fewer missteps each week than the last. Also nicely compelling in some scenes where he emotes quietly with his face. Surbhi on the other hand seems to be a see-saw; it's just bewildering for me to watch her all over the place like this, after seeing her be nicely measured in the first 1.5 years of IB. IDK if it's the character or the direction or what, but she seems so messily uncontrolled in this role compared to what I've seen of her as Haya/Anika. The supporting cast - Rashmi, Jason, Robin, Kunal, Rahul - got marginally more to do these weeks than previously, and they were pretty good; especially Rashmi who got some nice scenes to do.

The Characters

Sid: Still the character I'm most invested in. He has major existential angst about possibly being naajaayaz and not knowing who his father is. They also brought back Fuckboy Sid; well not really, but his "past" catches up with him when 3 girls he was seeing at the same time show up together to beat him up. He's definitely a charmer alright, seeing how he gets out of sticky situations like these. As a doctor, I truly like watching him in his element; he’s smart and focused and has wonderful bedside manner; gentle and compassionate, knows how to get patients to open up to him, and how to comfort them in turn. He's the best at his job among the residents, and we can see why Shashank likes him so much. Also, like Shashank he’s a good mentor, the way he guides his juniors not only in matters of medical stuff, but also in interpersonal stuff like self-esteem, and things like basic human empathy, that’s oft-forgotten in high-pressure situations. WRT the romance, I find how besotted/concerned he is for Ishani pretty adorable. Like it's an appropriate amount (for the time they’ve known each other) and comes from genuinely liking her as a person, even with all her quirks and unlikable traits. And thankfully there’s zero creepy slo-mo staring or having intrusive romantic thoughts while working or anything like that (side-eye at Armaan/Riddhima.) Like, he's in tune with her emotionally, despite all their innumerable differences and genuinely cares for her in a selfless manner, even with the constant ups and downs in their dynamic.

Ishani: Continues to be diagnostic genius but in the dumbest fucking way. A ex fling of Sid’s making a threatening gun gesture with her hand at him led Ishani to deduce that the kid had swallowed bullets and thus had lead poisoning???? She diagnosed a patient that NINE SPECIALISTS couldn't diagnose?!?!?!? (Like, either she's the best diagnostician in the goddamn world, or Rishabh was lying and/or Sanjivani's specialists are hella bad at their jobs.) Her diagnoses kinda come outta fucking nowhere; till date, only the Refsum Disease one seemed legit, coz she actually looked into a patient's chart AND ran multiple conclusive tests for it; nahi toh random tukkebaazi se hi chal rahi hai iski career. Also, I sympathise with her on the subject of her parents, but after a point, her reactions are so damn extra. Like, I’m not a fan of the fuckery that is organizational hierarchy, but she’s just TOO FUCKING MUCH, from slapping Sid, to getting some senior doctor suspended for sleeping on the job, to undermining senior specialists in front of their patients. Like god sis, you've barely been here for 2 weeks or so. Would it kill you to simmer down and lay low for a bit? You’re a first year resident for fuck’s sake; save this nonsense for at least the third year. Idk how or why anyone puts up with her, honestly.

Asha & Aman: Still genial, still best in small to medium amounts. Aman is kinda hilariously self-centered but pretty dumb (I have serious doubts as to how he got into med school/Sanjivani. He's rich, so maybe influence?) Asha is better knowledge-wise, but super competitive and always wanting to be on every single case, which gets annoying; but they gave her a good reason for being that way, which Rashmi performed quite compellingly. What I love most about Asha is that she doesn't carry her momentary irritations with Ishani into their overall relationship. That's work stuff and outside of it, she's very affectionate and fond of Ishani, even fiercely protective and supportive of her when the latter is rendered weak by the poster drama. Good. I'm here for tight friendships between girls. Aman's a pretty good friend too; misguided in his attempts coz of his dumb self-centeredness, but he's intrinsically a good dude whose heart's in the right place and tries his best to comfort his friends when they’re disturbed.

Dialogue of the Week:

Asha [re: Ishani/Sid]: Arre in dono ka jab dekho marad-lugaai jaisa jhagda hi chalta rehta hai; yeh ghar-grihasti waale jhagde baad mein na kar sakte?

Rishabh: Continues to be The Fucking Worst. Chalo, Ishani ke baare mein Vadhan fed him the gossip, but how the fuck does he know so much about Sid's personal life????? I'd forgive his fuckery if he was at least a good doctor, but he's not; he's just an annoying character with zero redeeming qualities whatsoever. I honestly wait for his biweekly roughing up by Sid, coz by god, bada mazzaa aata hai jab is kameene ke saath pitaai hoti hai.

Neil: Ok so it turns out he's a doctor who's just really really squeamish when it comes to blood. My question is, then why is he in an area that involves an abundance of it in the first place? There's plenty of specializations in medicine that don't involve seeing blood/other gross stuff (psychiatry, neurology, physiotherapy/physical rehab, radiology, nutrition, nuclear medicine......) Why not go for one of those? Like, the end of MBBS/internship should have been long enough to figure out this issue with blood and pick an appropriate specialization no? Is he a surgical resident too, like the others? In that case, it’s just truly bizarre how/why he chose this field. Other than that minor issue, I love him, he is softest and purest boy. Give him a dancing scene every few weeks, coz I wanna watch Jason groove!

Rahil: The most likable person on this show. WHY THE FUCK WON'T YOU GIVE US MORE OF HIM, HUH????? He's so sweet and genuine and soft (to the degree of stupidity - he took time off and became an ambulance driver to help Sid sort out his issues with Ishani???? Lol boo, I get he’s your best friend/boss, but yeh thoda too much ho gaya.) Hopefully he’ll be proving Rishabh is behind all the posters next week, and thus we all win - Sid coz his name is cleared, Ishani coz she’ll get the name of her culprit/learn to trust that she’s got friends who have her back here, and me coz I’ll get more smartypants cutiepie Rahil!!!!

Shashank: They're not really giving me any meaty Shashank/Anjali stuff (other than what they’ve already shown us in the last few weeks) so thank god they're giving me the next best thing: Shashank being an excellent “dadTor” (dad + mentor) to Juhi, Sid, and Ishani. Esp. with Sid & Ishani, I genuinely love how he minces no words and is always forthright with them, but never ever in an unkind way. He's always gentle and soft and puts it in a way that guides them to introspect and be better. That's what good parenting/teaching is; not solving the problems FOR your kids, but enabling them to come up with the solutions on their own, thus making a lasting impression/change in their psyche. 

Juhi: They've kept her all tied up in admin stuff than medical, and I'm kinda ehhhhhh about that, but it's always a balm to my heart when she appears with her gentle smile and calming demeanor. I genuinely feel so bad for her that she’s stuck in between Shashank and Anjali, and feels responsible for fixing their relationship, even though it doesn’t really have anything to do with her. Also lol, the best scene in this fortnight was her ‘BITCH WTF????’  face when Vardhan was getting handsy with Anjali in front of her. BUT ALSO TELL US WHAT THE ISSUE WITH RAHUL IS ALREADY?!?!?!?!!!!

Anjali: I don't like this show's up/down writing of Anjali. On one hand they have her being compassionate towards that patient's husband who slapped her, but then she goes and makes multiple hurtful comments to Ishani? Surely she, of all people, whose biggest issue in life is being unable to break out from under the shadow of parents in the same profession, would understand and empathize with Ishani? Also, it’s clear that Ishani has a family connection with the Guptas and has been visiting them since she was a child, so why does Anjali have zero familiarity with her? Like, you’d have some kinda fondness for a kid you’ve known for 15-20 odd years no? I really don’t like the way they’re portraying her as a person who’s got no real human feelings for anyone or anything beyond her job/dad’s approval. #JUSTICE4ANJALI

Vardhan: Ugh, like Rishabh, continues to be a gross slimeball. Like honestly, doesn't a CFO of a major hospital have more to do than pettily making two residents keep fighting amongst themselves? Get a life, dude. Go visit that son of yours whom you're always talking to on the phone, or something. And for the love of god, please stop hitting on Anjali in this gross manner. (Guessing he’s divorced, and the wife has the kid, and thus these shenanigans.) Also another totally petty gripe, I really hate how the hair at the nape of his neck is always sticking out weird. Can someone put some gel on that shit for him????

Overall Rating: 3.5/5

#sanjivani #sanjivani (new) #tt reviews

[artsymew]

Hadn’t realized how much I craved Contestshipping content until I started writing it again. Felt compelled enough to write 1k+ on Drew finally getting some new pants -  its a public service at this point. You can also read it (and the previous story for context, though not required) here.

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“You need new pants.���

Drew finishes his espresso, throwing the Sawsbucks cup in a nearby bin. May hungrily takes another bite of her bagel, staring unsatisfyingly at Drew’s pants.

“I suppose you’re right,” Drew picks at the frays lining the tear, frowning. “These were my favorite.”

May’s cringe goes by unnoticed at his statement. He’s handsome; anyone with a pair of working eyes can tell. His elegant and suave contest persona make him a popular coordinator. He’s always a step ahead of her. She sometimes finds these qualities unfair, but looking at those pants…

Arceus must have decided to be fair; he gave Drew a terrible sense of style.

“Let’s go shopping!” she insists, “we got here early, and we were just looking around today.”

“Wait, we?”

“Yeah! What else am I supposed to do while waiting for you?”

“Practice your appeals?” he answers as if it’s obvious. May sighs, he has a point. She should practice with Glaceon given that the warmer weather affects ice-type attacks…but…

She glances at those pants again. Their color reminiscent of her first impression of Drew all those years ago: obnoxious. She never cared much before, dismissing them as an odd Larousse fashion. But all those same years of getting to know him – growing closer - made those once-tolerable pants increasingly noticeable.

As her friend Dawn would likely say: not helping someone in need of fashion advice is a disservice.    

Arceus knows he needs it.

“Our Pokémon just healed up,” she reasons, “I’d rather give them more time to rest before practicing. Plus, I already planned to shop a little later anyways!”

Drew prepares another excuse, but seeing May beaming up at him excitedly doesn’t exactly help in his favor. A few more seconds pass but the fiery determination shining in her big, blue eyes doesn’t dim. Honestly, he should have expected this.

He sighs, defeated.

“I guess having you as a second opinion wouldn’t be the worst that’s happened to me today.”

Drew’s a simple guy when it comes to clothes: he finds something practical; he wears it. It’s simplicity he engages in outside of coordinating, preferring to leave the showing-off to his Pokémon. He’s worn these pants since the beginning of his journey and they’ve lasted, needing to only roll up the cuffs during his growth spurt. He also doesn’t mind their color, thinking it quite nice. Though, he knew he would have to change them eventually.  

Just not to the khaki pants May’s showing him.

“Drew! This shade goes well with your hair color!” she lifts them closer to him eagerly, then another glimmer catches her eye, “oh! those red ones would look great too!”

“Sure, the red ones are nice,” he shrugs as May beams, “if I wanted to look like a Christmas tree.”

Drew stifles a laugh when face morphs into a frown and she huffs away to another rack. It’s the fifth store they’ve gone into. Fifth. He found something at the first one yet May insisted they compare other options. She could probably go on for hours and its already nearing noon. He knew he was going to regret this. Why did he let her come along again?

She’s currently holding a pair of navy-blue pants and staring intently at Drew’s hair when she catches his gaze. She smiles sheepishly, a light blush dusting her cheeks. His heart flutters.

Ah. That’s why. Stupid feelings.

Still, as much as he enjoys spending time with her, his general disinterest for shopping and his exposed knee-cap urge him to wrap this up.  

May practically skips to meet him, another pair of pants in hand. “Any luck finding something?”

Time to be honest with her.

“Look May, I appreciate your help, but I’ll just look for something later.”

He immediately feels like an ass when her expression falls.

“Oh…” she clutches the pants, “I’m sorry Drew. Guess I got carried away. You don’t like doing this kinda stuff, do you?” She tries smiling at him. “I’ll wait while you look for some- “

“Actually,” he interrupts a little desperately, gesturing at the pair she’s holding, “those ones aren’t bad.”

Drew honestly hadn’t paid much attention to the ones she’d been holding. So, here he was in the dressing room much to May’s excitement and his dismay. Unlike his pants these were plain, black cargos. An interesting choice considering her attempts so far to try out “fashionable” statements. Though not something he saw himself picking out, they’re surprisingly comfortable and fit him well. He tucks in the violet shirt he did pick out (that looks very similar to the one he already owns) and exits the stall.

May’s waiting on the bench nearby. She smiles wide when she sees him, rushing up to him.

“Drew!” she gasps, clasping her hands together. Her smile turns a bit smug, “I knew these would suit you!”

Drew’s too taken aback at her enthusiastic response to remark. Contest-Drew would typically brush it off with a flick of his hair and a confident attitude. Normal-Drew, on the other hand, doesn’t know how to handle compliments from May, his rival and the girl he’s been hopelessly in love with for years.

So, he just stands there, eyes wide and blushing and willing himself to snap out of it. Meanwhile, May’s too focused on inspecting his outfit to notice. Her eyes narrow. “Wait, your shirt looks a bit off…”

She steps forward, reaching to undo the top button of his shirt and Drew (if even possible) turns a darker shade of red. She’s too close. Close enough to view how impossibly blue her eyes are through long lashes. Close enough to feel her breath tickle his neck as she fixes his collar. Close enough to smell the sweet perfume she tried on at one of the stores. Close enough to hear her heart beat over his own booming thrum while she gently loosens the tuck on his shirt.

Close enough that, if she allowed him, he could find out the taste of her lips.

“There…” she admires her work, oblivious to the flustered mess she’s rendered her rival in. It’s only when she looks up and notices how red he is – how lovely flecks of jade appear up close in his gorgeous forest eyes - that she realizes what she’s doing.

Now she’s blushing.

“I-I’m so sorry!” she jumps away, arms flailing. “I didn’t mean-- I j-just wanted to fix the button and then saw how the collar was a bit wrinkled and—and---"  

Seeing how she’s out-flustering him, Drew clears his throat to regain his composure. “Don’t worry, I know its hard for you to keep your hands off me.”

She stops rambling and glares at him, cheeks puffing out in annoyance. He finds it both amusing and adorable thinking how she resembles a Cherubi. “You’re so full of it.”

“If by ‘it’ you mean good lucks and a sharp wit, then you’re absolutely right, May”. He flicks his hair, mostly because he knows doing so will further infuriate her. He holds in a chuckle when it does.

“Well, what do you think of them?”

Right, he had yet to opinion on these pants. Pondering, he tugs at the rough fabric, sliding his hands in their large pockets (another plus) before answering. “I didn’t have high expectations,” he smirks when May pouts, “but they’re comfortable. If they have you practically swooning, they probably don’t look bad either.”

“Hey! I’m just glad you like something I picked out,” she crosses her arms defensively. Then she’s looking at her shoes, attempting to hide another blush. “And you do look really good, so…”

He’s convinced.

After paying for the clothes at the register, he wears them out the store. May’s gloating in her success, but he figures he’ll let her be for now. Instead, he holds his old pants in front of him, looking wistful. “Shame I have to part with these though,” May turns to him curiously, “maybe I could turn them into shorts.”

“Please don’t.”

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#contestshipping #my writing #contest #drew #shuu #hakura #may #fanfiction #pokemon #pokemon writing #pokemon fanfiction #contests #pokemon advanced generation #pokemon advanced battle #pokeani

[littlemisssquiggles]

RWBY Remarks: A Squiggle Meister’s Blunt Ramblings after RWBY V6 C8

I know some folks were disappointed with Ruby for not checking in on Oscar after what happened with Jaune. I know I was when I first saw it. However then I got to pondering. What if…she did but it wasn’t shown to the audience on-screen.

You ever considered that perhaps there’s a missing scene before Ruby tried to contact Qrow where the Silver Eyed Girl possibly reached out to comfort Oscar but he was so emotionally distraught following his confrontation with Jaune that he didn’t even wish to accept Ruby’s comfort, let alone her company.

Picture there being a scene before the shot of Ruby going out on the back porch trying to call Qrow. What if…after Yang, Weiss and Blake had left to go get food for everyone, Ruby saw Oscar huddled together in the living room by himself and tried to reach out to him. But Oscar was so upset that he just does acts withdrawn and asks Ruby for some space, which she sadly had no choice but to give him.

Or perhaps Oscar had retired to whatever room he was occupying in the Cotta-Arc residence and Ruby tried to go in to talk to him but Oscar pretty much shut himself in. Even when Ruby tried to reach out and ask him to let her in so they can talk or…I don't know even go somewhere and talk alone, Oscar didn’t let her in. He didn’t even answer her. He just remained silent even if he was on the other side of the door.

Kinda like Elsa and Anna from Frozen where Anna sought out her sister following their parent’s deaths and even though Anna reached out to Elsa, she still chose to seclude herself.

Picture…Ruby standing on one side of the door asking Oscar to let her in for them to talk but when Oscar refuses, Ruby just takes it as him probably needing his space as Blake said to everyone. And rather than push the issue and risk making the farm boy feel more uncomfortable, Ruby decides to leave Oscar alone, informing him that she was going downstairs to try Qrow again while promising to come back later to see if he’ll want to probably talk to her then. Just the two of them.

Ruby then leaves and we get the moment here of her going out the back.

It’s a shame we didn’t get Ruby telling Maria that she checked in on Oscar. One thing I’ve been curious about with C8 is if by chance Oscar overheard Ruby talking to Maria that she isn’t sure if she can trust Oz if he returned. I’m curious if that might have also contributed to Oscar leaving.

Another thing worth noting is that, as much as I would love for Ruby to have comforted Oscar in that moment, I have to remember that Ruby’s got her own fair share of problems to deal with. Ruby is basically carrying this team forward on her own in a sense. 

Oz Superman’d himself into the Void of Obscurity. Qrow practically bailed. JNR is pissed at the news and as Ruby honestly told Maria, she doesn’t have the slightest clue on what to tell them to lift their spirits and give them some assurance. I actually feel sorry for Ruby. Next to Oscar, she is the second youngest member on the hero team yet everyone is looking to her for answers. She’s so young yet has to take on so much at the same time.

This is why I appreciate Maria’s blunt honestly in admit how much Ruby takes herself too much for granted. Not just her but everyone on the team. Ruby may be a leader but at the end of the day, she’s also a child herself. How much can she guide the other and take on before she pops? It’s like watching a sea saw. Ruby’s problems and how much pressure she must feel trying to sort everything out is only building.

It is for this reason why I’m giving Ruby a pass with Oscar. I’m saddened she didn’t go comfort him but at the same time the little rose got 99 problems on her mind that it’s unfortunately her little buddy pinecone is the one to slip through the cracks of her immediate attention

I don’t want to assume that just because Ruby didn’t check in with Oscar then that automatically means she doesn’t care about him. Truth is guys, sometimes when you’re dealing with your own stuff, you might fail to acknowledge another’s problems even if it’s directly in front of you plain as day.

It absolutely sucks that Ruby didn’t go to console Oscar afterwards (at least on screen anyways) but at the same time…I can’t be all too mad at Ruby because, like I said, she’s got a lot on her plate right now. And that’s something that even Oscar noticed too. Oscar noticed Ruby’s distress which is why he reached out to help. The unfortunate thing is that it failed and blew up in his face instead.

You know what’s weird that I noticed. Ever since what Qrow said in C4, we haven’t seen Ruby comforting Oscar or coming to his defence. I mean sure she yelled to stop Jaune from roughing up Oscar anymore but…she didn’t…try and intervene either.

This is weird because…the last time it looked like the group were going to antagonize Oscar because of Ozpin, Ruby was right on the money and intervened before it happened. Here…she just stood there are Jaune strong armed Oscar. Again, I give Ruby a pass but come on! You mean to tell me that everyone noticed Jaune advancing towards Oscar and no one thought to…I dunno…pull Jaune immediately off the kid! I mean, at least Weiss tried to stop Jaune but….seriously?

The more I rewatch that scene from C8, the more I hate it so much because, I’m sorry, if I were a RWBY character as part of the hero squad, the minute I saw Jaune making the slightest movement toward Oscar in an aggressive manner, I would have stepped right in between Jaune and Oscar to stop what was about to happen. 

Even if I had to wrestle Jaune to the floor to stop him from laying a finger on Oscar, I would do it. Shit I might even break Jaune’s fingers if he dared touch Oscar. Shit I would probably tasted Jaune’s blood cause I sure as hell might have bitten his ass if he tried to hurt Oscar. 

Shoot, I might have even grabbed somebody’s weapon and hold it to back of Jaune’s head threatening to blow him to smithereens if he didn’t back up from Oscar. There are so many things I would’ve done in this moment if I were in this position as a RWBY Character but the bottomline is I would have done something to protect Oscar because, if it were me, my instinct would be to stop this: 

There is no lie about it. It was unfair how the group treated Oscar in V6 C8 which is a coincidence because this feeling is exactly how I felt back in C4 with Ozpin…wait...

Wait a minute.

Oooh. I see what you did there CRWBY. They literally recreated the same kind of unfair moment with Oscar. The only difference is that while Oz had Oscar’s mind to retreat to, Oscar straight up left and now…where is he? Where would he go?

My guess is the Great Wall of Argus but only after finding the nearest CCT in Argus to call home. I really want to see Oscar calling his Auntie Pine because right now, she’s all he got left.

I mean, Oscar can try to talk to Oz but…well…I dunno, I really want to see Oscar make contact with his aunt. Maybe he goes somewhere to clear his head enough to go into his mind but Oz but fails. The CRWBY gave us Professor Ozpin fully rendered in the current style. I doubt they’d do that if they weren’t going to touch base on Oscar talking to Oz.

Either Oscar goes into his inner mind to drag Professor Ozpin back so that he can fix everything or perhaps Oscar’s insecurities and anxiety will manifest itself in the form of Ozpin’s just to taunt him.

Nah. I like the idea of Oscar going into his mind to get Ozpin back but…I’ll only accept Oscar deciding to do that after talking with his Auntie Pine. Let Oscar talk to his family please.

Maybe Auntie Pine gives Oscar the courage and assurance he needs to try and do what’s right. Maybe after a call with his aunt, Oscar goes up to the Wall of Argus, not to jump, but to meditate and put himself in a frame of mental tranquillity to go in after Oz. Something like that. I dunno.

This is why I want C9 to more focus on the group reflecting on the way they’ve treated Oscar while looking back at memories they shared with him. I want C9 to be the ‘What I’ve Done’ type of episode so that by the end of it, the group will come to the conclusion that they all f***ed up and have all been jerks to both Oscar and Ozpin.

I’m still tapping my foot waiting for someone---anyone on the QROWMBY to see the bigger picture. Forget the fact that Salem can’t be killed. That’s not important. Salem may be invincible but last time I checked, Salem isn’t doing all of this herself. Just as how Oz has his forces fighting for the greater good of humanity, Salem has her own pawns to do her bidding through. And unlike Oz who has spent countless of years fighting and helping to shape humanity into a time of peace and prosperity, Salem has worked to destroy all that without the slightest care for who she uses.

At least Oz cared about the people whose help he enlisted---so much so that he made sure it was their choice and nothing else. But Salem doesn’t give a shit about who she uses. Everyone and everything is expendable to her. That being said, the bigger picture isn’t killing Salem. It’s stopping her from getting her way. It’s stopping her from getting her Grimm-y hands on those Four Relics and summoning the destruction of Remnant.

The last time Salem got her way, it came at the expense of all of mankind. If Salem gets her way again, this time the whole planet will pay and in the end, she’ll still be alive to see its destruction.

Which now that I think about it, Salem’s plan is kind of dumb. I mean, if she summons the Gods and they nuke Remnant, even if Salem survives, where is she going to go? What is she gonna do? Float around space like Katy Perry in ET? Without a world to rule, she’ll have nowhere. Then again, this is why Salem wants Remnant destroyed in the first place.

The Gods did say that so long as Remnant turns, Salem will walk among it. They did say that. That’s why Salem wants the world destroyed. Salem sees the only way for her to be set free is to destroy the world. If Remnant is gone then Salem can finally die. But once again, this is about what Salem wants. She doesn’t care about anyone else but herself. She didn’t care for those magi she manipulated into helping her take down the Gods in First Remnant and even after all these years, she still only looks out for herself.

All the more reason to stop her from getting what she wants.

The heroes want to know how they can win this without killing Salem? Honestly, by saying f*** Salem and her immortality. The heroes want a plan? I’ll give them the plan. The proclaimed plan should be to stop Salem from getting all Four Relics.

If Salem gets the Relics then everyone is screwed. Not even Ozma’s reincarnation can save his ass from a planetary destruction.

The heroes wanna know what to do next? Stop bickering amongst themselves. Stop blaming Ozpin and Oscar because newsflash, they’re victims in this too. You already got one Relic intact. That’s good. Here’s a cookie. Now make sure the other 3 don’t get snatched!

Forget Salem. Keep the Relics out of her hands. Make sure she doesn’t get them first you dingdongs!

Seriously, while the group have been griping in Argus, Salem and her forces are well on their way to go after the remaining Relics. There’s even a mention that one of the members---Tyrian is heading to stop the group from taking the Relic of Knowledge to Atlas.

The villains have their shit together.  Now the heroes need to get themselves back on track as well. Protect the Relics. They’re the only thing keeping Salem from bringing about the literal end of the world.

I am still waiting on someone on the team with the slightest lick of sense to see that but I guess we gotta wait.

Anyways, I’ve rambled enough. That’s all I gotta say.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2018)

#rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #professor ozpin #oscar and ozpin #rwby theories #rwby volume 6 theories #rwby remarks

[martinscardigan]

A Year in The Making

Jack Kelly x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,474

AN: Abuse TW, Death Mention TW, tbh though its mostly fluffy

The reader is a singer at Medda’s theatre where she meets Jack while he’s painting a back drop for the theatre. She moves into an apartment above the theatre, and when she can’t sleep she wanders down to the stage, where she finds Jack can’t sleep either. 

IDK Y’ALL its a little angsty, mostly fluffy, and I’m super nervous about posting this so yeah sorry my summary is kinda awful!

Shout out to Trevor @hopeful-broadwaybaby for reading this and helping me be chill with posting it. You a real homie for listening to me screech about this for honestly like half an hour?? <3  

You will never forget the first day you saw him, Jack Kelly. You were walking backstage at Medda’s theatre, looking for Ms. Medda so you could get some help with part of your costume when you ran into him.

He was covered in paint splatters, most notably a long blue streak right across his forehead. The blue brought out the shade of his eyes. And rendered you almost speechless.

“Oh- uh, sorry,” you blushed taking a step back.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. You lookin’ for somethin?” His voice seemed not to match the soft artist that was in front of you.

“I’m just looking for Ms. Medda, I need some advice with this thing,” you gestured to your costume, one of your sleeves was falling off because it hadn’t been stitched correctly. If you went on wearing this, it would not bode well for your career.

“I hear one shoulder dresses are in fashion,” he joked a smirk on his face. You dead panned, knowing that your life was at stake. He seemed taken back, “Uh, I saw her that way.”

You walked the direction he pointed, putting a hand to your heart nervously. You felt your heart racing, what was that? More accurately who was that?

“Hey, uh,” You heard his unmistakable voice, “The name’s Jack Kelly.” You turned back to him and smiled.

“I’m known as Glitz around here, thanks for the help.” You had regained some of your confidence as you had walked away from him, being not as close broke the spell a little.

-

You continued to see Jack around the theatre, which was basically your home. Medda let a few of her girls stay in the apartment upstairs, you included. Your family was a little, rough around the edges. After the first few times you showed to work with bruises Medda insisted you move in.

You knew Jack stayed the night at the theatre sometimes, and one night being unable to sleep was one of those nights. You wore a white nightgown and wandered down to the theatre. You sang for your act, much like Medda. Holding a candle you sat in the center of the dark theatre, humming to yourself the song you sang for your act.

“Why can’t I sleep?” You wondered out loud, laying back on the stage.

“Rough night?” You heard Jack Kelly’s voice rise from the shadows. You immediately jump up from your relaxed position, vividly aware you are in nothing but a nightgown.

“Dear god Jack, don’t scare me like that. And come down here, if we’re both here, we might as well talk,” You ran your hands through your hair your heart racing loudly in your ears. You heard his steps echo in the empty theatre, and he appeared in his undershirt. You had seen it before, but always when he was painting, and never in such close proximity to see the myriad of bruises lining his arms.

He sat across from you, his dark hair splayed across his forehead and a sleepy smile spread across his face.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked quietly, the candle light made him look almost angelic though you knew he was anything but.

“No, there’s a lot on my mind,” you shrugged. He raised his eyebrows asking you to continue speaking. “Tomorrow would have been my little sister’s birthday, it weighs heavily on my mind.”

You pulled your knees to your chest as Jack studied you for a moment, his blue eyes turned a shade darker.

“She still around?” Jack asked quietly. You shook your head in response, hair falling in your face. Jack gently pushed the hair that fallen in your face, the touch brought blush to highlight your cheekbones. Quietly he apologized, unsure of what to say next.

“It’s okay, I mean, nothing I can do now right?” You swallowed down the lump that took residence in your throat.

“Hey, don’t say that, I miss my mom and dad every day,” Jack tried to comfort you. You drew away quickly.

“How do you deal with it?” You ask after a few moments of silence.

“Look around ya, I paint,” Jack shrugged, you looked around at the backdrops that he had painted, glowing dimly in the light of the candle.

“Can you teach me? All I can do is sing,” you shrug sending him a half smile half expecting him to just laugh.

“Sure,” Jack looks around for a moment, then stands, offering you his hand. You take it hesitantly, he leads you to an old backdrop, one of his first as Medda had explained. “Stay here for a moment.”

You stay, looking at the well done painting of mountains, trees standing out and blue and purple flowers lining the bottom edge of the painting. The way the candle lit the canvas it could almost be misconstrued as sunset. You could hear Jack’s footsteps backstage, along with the sliding of various objects. When he reappeared, he held a few cans of paint and several paint brushes.

“Oh Jack, what?” You gasp, taking a surprised step back.

“You asked if I could teach ya, and we won’t find any time in the day with me sellin’ papes and all, so nows a good a time as any,” Jack shrugged, placing the things on the ground.

That night was the day you consider your friendship with Jack to have started.

-

Fast forward 3 months, and Jack had invited you to lunch at Jacobi’s. You wore a plain blue gingham dress, the hem was muddied up from walking in the bowery in it. You fidgeted with a loose piece of hair as you walked to the deli.

You saw his figure leaning against the building and your heart jumped. You had a huge crush on him since that night he first tried teaching you to paint, but unwilling to ruin your friendship, you never acted on the inclination.

“Aren’t you a sight to behold?” Jack drawled when you were in earshot. A small blush lit your cheekbones. You had met a few of the boys before, Crutchie, Race, Specs, but knowing that a boatload of Newsies waited for you behind the door made you nervous.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” You teased, smiling at him in greeting.

“Well,  you know what they say, Ladies first,” Jack offered his arm, and you took it, rolling your eyes as you were sure he was flexing. He held the door open to you and inside the Deli was a messy group of Newsies. Most of them paused at you entering, Crutchie smiled at you and Race waved. Jack rolled his eyes at everyone.

“What are ya lookin’ at?” He called to the Newsies who resumed their previous conversations. “Sorry, they ain’t used to girls.”

“It’s okay, I ain’t used to boys,” you laugh. Jack leads you to a table a little ways off from everyone else. Jacobi comes, carrying two sandwiches. You look at Jack with surprise, you had never discussed it, but it was pretty well known that you were better paid for working at the theatre than Jack was selling papes.

“Jack! What is this?” You gasp, thanking Jacobi for the food.

“I invited ya, I just wanted to treat ya to somethin’ nice.” Jack lifted his hat from his head and ran his hand through his hair as a bright blush lit his face.

“Well thank you,” you smiled timidly. You panicked and changed the topic to the weather, but you would never forget the look in Jack’s eyes at that moment.

-

Things truly started to change a few days after the strike. You noticed how Davey mellowed him out, and how adorable Jack was around Les. Romance was in the air as Katharine and Sarah hit it off right away, and Davey had an interest in a girl from Brooklyn.

You found yourself in Jack’s penthouse one night, the newsies had not stopped partying for almost 3 days straight, and Papa Newsie was damn near exhausted. You had never seen him so tired, and you took the evening off to make sure he also took the day off.

“Jack, sit down.” You grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to push him down. He resisted you, laughing at the attempt.

“I’ll sit when I want to, I need to make sure the boys don’t kill themselves,” He tried to push past you. You stood your ground sending Jack a look that said if he even tried he would regret it.

“Davey, Katherine, Sarah, and Specs are all down there, and I asked them to make sure to watch them. Crutchie is down there too, and you know that he mellows them out.” You explain, crossing your arms, continuing your glare.

“Fine, fine, but you have to stay with me,” Jack drawls. You couldn’t smell any alcohol on him, he stopped drinking months ago when you told him that your abusive father was an alcoholic. But he was damn straight loopy with exhaustion.

“That’s why I’m not singing right now, doofus,” you laugh. “Okay, now go lay down, do you need any help?”

“Help laying down?” Jack asks, his eyebrows arching.

“Jack you’re damn near drunk with exhaustion,” you eek out, you try to avert your eyes as Jack starts to peel layers. First the suspenders, then the vest, then the button up. He pauses for a second, glancing back at you before peeling off the dirt and paint stained undershirt.

“I need to take it off, so I can air out my wounds,” He looks at you, and you have turned bright red. You take in the cuts and bruises from the fights over the last several days, and immediately want to start crying.

“Jack,” you whisper, coming closer to him. “Are you okay?”

Jack freezes as you investigate his back, your fingers lightly grazing the larger cuts and pressing a little more firmly into the bruises. You reach a bruise on his left shoulder.

“Oh, Shit, don’t do that!” Jack yelped in pain turning back around to face you.

“Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Does your shoulder hurt?” You ask, concern in every word.

“Y/N everything on me hurts,” He sighs sitting down. He holds a hand out and you take it, sitting down next to him on the wooden floor of the fire escape. In the recent months you had become more comfortable with touching each other, Jack placed his arm around you.

“Jack, don’t.” He looks at you with hurt in his eyes and you quickly make an amendment to what you have just said. “I mean, I don’t want you to hurt yourself if doing that hurts you.”

“I’m fine,” he just tightens his grip and you can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. “Hey uh, Y/N, can I ask yous a question?”

You felt your heart leap, he only ever really called you your real name if it was serious, and you gathered that it was this time.

“Sure,” You responded simply, not really looking at him.

“Is it okay if I like you? Like really like you? Like want to kiss you?” The words tumbled out of Jack’s mouth quickly, so quick that for a moment you were unsure if you had heard him correctly.

“Go home Jack, you’re drunk.” You mumble under your breath, but he’s looking at you and listening so intently that the comment really stung.

“I’m not, I just, I’s just got feelings. Lots of them,” Jack says. You decide that he probably won’t remember any of this in the morning, so you turn to look at him.

“Jack, of course it’s okay, I’ve had a crush on you since we first met backstage at Medda’s.” The truth leaves your lips for the first time and all of a sudden it’s like reality itself has come crashing down around you.

“Now I know I must be dreamin’, because the Glitz I know she’s too shy to ever tell me her real feelins’” Jack says in his loopy half asleep voice. You had slept up here with him a few times, just curled in his arms when you were anxious, so you knew what that voice sounded like very well.

“Jack, go to sleep.” You lean down with him, and almost as soon as he’s horizontal, his eyes fade closed. When his arm around you goes limp, you sit up and study him. Jack is ripped, more so than anyone you had ever seen before. He’s also covered in bruises, and has a black eye that is just barely starting to heal.

The words you said kept bouncing around in your head, having a crush on him since that first day at Medda’s. You knew he was out like a light, so you leaned down and slowly pressed your lips to his cheek. Your movement was soft, barely any pressure involved, but sure enough, you saw Jack’s eyes open.

“Oh crap,” You say as you pull back. “This is just a dream?”

You fail at convincing him and he sits up, staring at you with wide eyes.

“What was that?” Jack presses a hand to his cheek in disbelief. You can tell he’s still wildly tired, but more aware now than before.

“I wasn’t lyin’ Jack.” You state simply, preparing yourself for the heartbreak you knew that you were about to experience. Jack pauses for a moment, cocking his head to the side for a moment, his eyebrows asking a question. He leaned in, and you caught your breath.

When his lips were mere centimeters from yours, you heard a strangled, “You sure?”

“Yes.” And his lips crash into yours. In moments, his hand is at the small of your back, pushing you closer, and your hand knots into his hair. It’s a wild kiss, a kiss that’s been a whole year in the making. You shift so you can be closer to him- to your Jack. Breathing in his scent and just feeling the texture of his skin beneath your finger tips.

His hands move from your back to your hair, finding the pin you used to keep it up, and pulling that pin out. You shivered as you felt your hair cascade down your back.

After a few moments, the kiss softened and Jack pulls back from you. A smile on his face that almost outshines the moon.

“You sure this ain’t a dream?” Jack says, brushing the hair out of your eyes. You grin and attempt to straighten his hair.

“It better not be, I better wake up in your penthouse to the sun rising in the east, and Jack Kelly- my Jack Kelly by my side.” You grin, your brain barely functioning.

“Your Jack Kelly, huh? I like the sound of that.”

“I do too.”

#jack kelly #jack kelly x reader #newsies #my writing #newsies fanfic #newsies fic #what even are tags #i don't even know #why am i posting thing #god only knows #ahhhhh????? #thanks trevor for encouraging me to post this bc i am hella super nervous