#i hope she makes a friend one day. i also hope she massively improves herself before doing any such thing.

[strawglicks]

Misty isn't selfish for wanting friendship with toons.

Misty is selfish for her lack of consideration of toons, their feelings, their perspective. She only focuses on herself and how she has been hurt.

She feels hurt by Bessie's actions, claiming "there was no reason" for her to do such a thing. But toons and cogs are at WAR. Bessie didn't see Misty, she saw a COG approaching her and retaliated. She did not see them as an individual, she saw them as the enemy that's been terrorizing and colonizing their land. And rightfully so.

That being said, Misty did not have ill intentions approaching Bessie. Because of this, they feel hurt that she responded in such a violent way. Misty can feel hurt, but they need to understand why toons feel the way they do towards cogs. They are at WAR. And Misty just doesn't seem to realize that.

She feels entitled to play with toons and garner sympathy from them despite their ongoing battle against the cogs.

It's all about "you still tried to hurt me" and "i've done nothing wrong". Misty truly believes she is the victim and thinks she's entitled to sympathy from toons. But she's not.

Misty genuinely wants friendship with toons, which is why she feels so hurt when they reject her, even if they are right in doing so. Much of her dialogue implies she really is oblivious to the gravity of this war and why the toons, obviously, don't want to engage with her:

Misty may want to befriend toons with no bad intentions, but that doesn't erase what the cogs are doing to the toons' land. And the toons are still justified in fighting Misty. She is a cog at the end of the day.

Misty is so focused on her own, personal pain that she is completely disregarding that a WAR is going on. She disregards what the toons endure due to Cogs Inc. and thinks, just because she doesn't personally hate toons, that they owe her friendship.

I think Misty is probably the main reason for the fandom's villainization of toons and woobification of the cogs. But it's not the fault of how she's written, it's the fault of people who feel bad for a character and suddenly think all their morals have to align with that character. Now, they all have to adapt to Misty's way of thinking: that she is an innocent victim who has done nothing and doesn't deserve any of the treatment she's gotten from toons, and that toons are just evil monsters who attack her for no reason.

THIS COULD NOT BE FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH.

You can enjoy a character, like Misty, and feel bad for her. It's obvious there is some real suffering happening here, but it does not justify her view or lack of consideration for others. They are so focused on their own pain that they never think of others. They are so focused on being the victim that no one else can be a victim.

This line of thinking is so flawed, and when a big chunk of fandom REPEATS it, it leads to wild mischaracterization and woobification of. colonizers.

You can like characters who are bad people and disagree with their actions. Misty is not a good person. I think they are suffering, they are hurting, but that cannot be the end of the story. There are others, like the toons, who are suffering and hurting as well. And that should not be erased for the sake of your blorbo. You can still love Misty while condemning her way of thinking. I do myself.

There's the opposite end as well, where people acknowledge this character is not a good person but suddenly think they have to hate the character as a whole because they are morally bad.

Misty Monsoon is very flawed as a person and suffering from her own victim mentality, which hurts others as well. But I love this character. They're fucked up and just want a friend, but they're going to need to be more considerate and aware of their own poor actions if they want to earn that friendship and respect from others. Give and take.

#toontown #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #misty monsoon #rainmaker #my big juicy brain in full effect #having misty thoughts tonight i suppose! #sick and tired of mistys treatment in fandom. i think by far she gets the worst next to chip #misty is not flat evil but they are not good either. #i dont think they wish to be a bad person but they are bc theyre so obsessed with being a victim and getting sympathy #bc they feel its the only way they can be understood and make connections with others #i hope she makes a friend one day. i also hope she massively improves herself before doing any such thing. #get therapy gurl!

[mysterioushistorian]

The Beforus Ancestors

honestly, i didnt like how the drawings turned out. i searched for references for the ancestors but i didnt manage to draw them the way i wanted to. most of the designs are okay, though i still feel like some of them are missing something, like colors.

more info abt them ↓

The Treasure Huntress (aka. Beforan Aradia) She was a very skilled adventurer and loved finding historic artifacts. She had a special taste for East Beforan art and culture. During her adventures, she met a violetblooded sea dweller who also had a fascination for history and dedicated his life to study and learn more about it. Together, they traveled along each other with the goal of learning more about the history of their planet, and eventually, they developed feelings for each other. However, the warmblooded girl was pale, while the coolblooded boy was red. The unspoken tension between each other lead to a fight, which ended in surprise on both sides over the admittance of feelings. Not wanting to disappoint each other, they agreed to just stay friends.

The Guardian (Beforan Tavros) He he stood up for the rights of trolls in special needs, and by that, he was also heavily against culling (as in the Beforan meaning of culling), saying that nobody should be treated that way (as helpless and fragile, making them too dependant) and by doing that, they would be "hiding the truth of the world from the children" by basically being way too overprotective. He was a farm boy, living in the country sides with his moirail, who mainly took care of the stables. Their farm was open to public visits, and one day, a certain coolblooded visitor has caught his attention. He wished to re-encounter with the man someday. One day, he has suffered a very sudden mutation that made him sprout wings, with him finally being able to realize his dream of traveling the world to spread the word about the dangers of culling and the rights of trolls in special needs.

(please correct me if I got the wrong meaning of Beforan culling, as I will talk about it again)

Radiical Psygamer (Beforan Sollux) He was, perhaps, the greatest programmer that Beforus has ever seen. With his magnificent skills, he was responsible for massively improving trolls’ technology and has contributed to the creation of a few robots and helped with the coding of various popular games. He was, however, a terrible teacher, given his introversion and general social awkwardness. He was a big figure in the world of console games and was the first to actively encourage girls to play games too.

The Unculled (Beforan Karkat) Because of his rare candy red blood, no lusus wanted to raise him, leaving him there all alone. One day, he was found by a purpleblooded man who took him to his hive in hopes that someone would pick him. They waited, and waited, and waited… but no lusus came. Tired of waiting, the big troll decided to raise the grub himself. Because of his caretaker, the mutantblooded grew up to be loud, tough and intimidating, but had a big, friendly heart and cared for his loved ones a lot.

Sharpeye Furrline (Beforan Nepeta) She was a very skilled huntress. According to herself, she only killed what she ate, and if she didn’t eat, killing them would be mean. She could hunt creatures from a very small size to ones that were the double of her own. One day, while hunting for her dinner, she has killed a creature that was going to become a Lusus of a small wriggler. Therefore, she has accidentally unlocked the rage of a coolblooded troll. Terrified, she knew she couldn’t fight back, so she ran as fast as she could, far away from that beach. No one knows what happened to her.

The Seamstress (Beforan Kanaya) A rare jadeblood with a rare taste for fashion. She became known for her dresses with odd patterns, inspired by the landscapes around her. She also traveled in search of different sights and, consequently, more ideas for dresses. Her works have eventually caught the attention of the Empress, who offered her a job as her official seamstress.

The Attorney (Beforan Terezi) She was a blind woman who did not allow her disability to hold her back. She fought back against Beforus’ culling policy and became a excellent lawyer. Dedicating herself to fight against crime and bring justice to maintain the order and peacefulness of her planet, she chased a mischievous pirate lady who seemed to cause trouble everywhere she passed. She was The Unculled’s matesprit.

Arachnid Cap8tain (Beforan Vriska) A troublemaker who caused mischief together with her pirate crew. She considered The Attorney her rival, as she was the only one who insisted in chasing her and never gave up on her quest to capture the spider pirate. A completely platonic rivalry. She held a special interest for snooker and said that the Ball 8 was actually “her lucky ball”.

The Horseman (Beforan Equius) A STRONG man who really liked horses. He lived in a farm with his moirail and was responsible for taking care of the stables. Because of his interest, they ended up having way too many horses, which resulted in them having to build a larger stable for all of them. He loved every single one of them and took great care of each one. He said he occasionally had dreams where he was half a man and half a horse (basically a centaur), which is the origin of his title.

The Clownish Caretaker (Beforan Gamzee) He rescued lususless grubs and wrigglers with an absent lusus and took care of them temporarily, until a new lusus came to become their official guardian. Despite being tall, lanky and overall intimidating, he was a very sweet and cheerful man, and loved entertaining others. Just like others, he was also heavily against culling and said that “every motherfucker should know and be able to defend themselves.” One day, a lusus was coming to his hive to pick up a grub, but it was killed by Shapeye Furrline. The man never felt so much rage before. The pure platonic hate he held towards the woman was bigger than the amount of hate he thought he could feel. Despite that, and contrary to popular belief, he did not chase the lady and took him quite some time to calm down. He was responsible for raising The Unculled and made sure to treat him properly.

The Historian (Beforan Eridan) A seadweller with a huge fascination for history, he dedicated his life to learn more about the mysteries of his world. He read diares and looked for accurate informations, instead of believing in telltale stories. He studied ancient walls and occasionally collected some artifacts, purely for research reasons, and that’s when he met The Treasure Huntress. They decided to travel together, and it did not take long for him to become flushed for her. Unfortunately, she did not return the feelings, instead being pale for him. They agreed to stay friends, but very deep inside, he was still a bit disappointed.

Her Glorious Imperialist (Beforan Feferi) The ruler of Beforus. She was a very kind and sweet woman, undoubtedly one of the best rules Beforus has ever seen. She treated her people with fairness, yet despise that, she was pro-culling, saying that some should not face the dangers of the world. After offering a job for The Seamstress, she and the jadeblood grew close. Despite being the one in charge of the planet, she decided to take care of Arachnid Cap8tain herself, and being a seadweller, it wasn’t hard to find her. She still congratulated The Attorney for her efforts in chasing the troublemaker pirate.

#mareys dump #homestuck #hom3stuck #beta trolls #beforus #beforus ancestors #aradia megido #tavros nitram #sollux captor #karkat vantas #nepeta leijon #kanaya maryam #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #equius zahhak #gamzee makara #eridan ampora #feferi peixes

[readbyred]

You're writing for the new TD? That's fun! I cannot wait to see more of it 🫶 Would it be possible for if you wrote about contestants that have no dating experience and ask their fellow contestants for flirting advice and strategy? I think this would be especially fun with contestants like Zee, Priya and so on! Thank you if you're writing this! 👐

I already like you anon, that’s a good req. I’ll do a part two if u want, with all contestants even. But for now I have only a few cause some just fit the prompt more/I have an idea for them. So those will b: priya, zee, axel, scary girl, ripper, chase. If you think I have a fav team - you’re totally right haha

Also I hope I understood correctly. If not I can redo it. Like, the character is into sbd (reader) and they ask their friend for advice, yeah?

-> Priya

We all know that her whole thing is being prepared, setting goals and reaching them. Whether it’s Total Drama or med school, she has it all figured out. But there was never any camp or class on having a crush. That’s why, when she realises that she has one, she goes to Millie for help. She has a way of looking at having one as if it’s a task she needs to accomplish, a challenge to win. Needless to say - it didn’t do much. Her crush might not even know she likes them at that point. So to stop herself from making things worse, she confided in her best friend. Millie, as a fan of traditional values above all, thinks that being kind and honest about her feelings is the way. To help Priya overcome her nerves, she proposes that she should get used to her crush by being around them in a group setting. Also, as she states, chivalry can do wonders. After a few days Priya did get more comfortable around her crush, even if only a little. Any time they need help - she’s there! Even if it’s just opening doors. As they get more comfortable with each other, she’ll even propose training them. After all, Millie said that the power of true classical romance can conquer all

-> Zee

As much of an easy going guy as Zee is, he does get a tiny bit worked up about his crush. There never was much of a desire to get into a relationship. Although he is a private person, he does mention some of his feelings to Chase and Ripper. Ah, my sweet summer child. That poor guy had no idea. As soon as they hear him mention having a crush, their eyes light up and they have him sit down, so that they can tell him EXACTLY what to do. They swarm him with incoherent advice, talking one over the other. They see this as their way to show off their incredible game. Of which they have arguably none. They make a ‘game plan’ for Zee, but half of it goes over his head. The other half of information still deals massive damage though. So every time he talks with his crush he pulls those weird moves that do nothing but confuse both parties. He mixes up the pick-up lines, makes multiple failed attempts at the yawn-thing and doesn’t even really get how those things are supposed to improve anything. Imo he’s too chill to really go all out and try to win sbd over in any dramatic way. And acting like somebody different is against his own beliefs. So he only ever listens to their advice if he thinks that it will make his crush happy. That’s for the best to be honest because Chase would be projecting his feelings for Emma and living through Zee’s situation. And I can see Ripper totally quoting some date coach he watches, like, build your crush up and then destroy them to show them who’s boss, don’t smile at women to make them think they have to work for it, compare them to other people. Thankfully it doesn’t work bc it’s Zee we’re talking abt, he wouldn’t. So, good on him. And his crush.

-> Axel

My girl definitely takes her time to realise she might need help. At first she would be trying to impress her crush with her survival skills. But showing up with wild animals half cooked on a stick or leaving trinkets at their shoes might not be the best idea to get her point across. This girl’s like a cat fr! I feel like she would maybe ask Nichelle since she always seems so confident and Axel is one of the only contestants that isn’t intimidated by her fame. Asking her might sound like a good idea, but uhm,, it’s very hit or miss. She doesn’t actually have much dating experience and just like with being athletic - she’s better at talking than at doing. But if anyone can advise Axel how to approach people- it’s her. The key to get to know her crush. She advises Axel to approach it like a task, like learning a new role. Observe, maybe ask their friends or them is she’s not sure about something. Ask them questions about themselves too. It’s not too romantic but it works.

-> Lauren

I’m not sure how badly the things would have to get for her to ask anybody for help. Her methods are… uncanny to say the least. She’s not above tormenting her crush for the hell of it. Actually, it might be her favourite thing to do. But it doesn’t get her far. That’s where Priya comes in. Since they became friends she would feel a bit more comfortable asking Lauren about the whole… situation. She’d be glad to help (despite having very little experience herself) but I can’t imagine Scary girl jumping on the chance. After some time she would give in though, if her crush gets too scared of her. Priya would try to get Lauren to open up more and it’s probably terrifying for all parties involved. But in the end she does convince her eerie friend to at least try to hint to the person that she’s interested in them romantically and will NOT hunt them down for sport (most likely). It’s Scary Girl we’re talking about so it’s about as romantic as it gets

-> Ripper

Just like he said, he has tons of experience and kissed a lot of girls. He’s just… unused to caring about one person. Yeah! Bc, yk, usually he keeps a rotation of hot chicks. No need to get all worked up over one girl that he could very easily have. Still, he does ask Chase for advice. Because he’s a bro and because he’s more so the type to get with someone long term. So, perhaps if his crush proves to be worth it, he might need help with starting his first serious relationship. Ripper’s idea of getting his crush to like him back is to get rich and/or famous. Then they will find him hot. If he’ll have money then he’ll be attractive and cool. Right? Well, Chase does entertain the idea but also tries to get his bro to rizz his crush a little earlier than after they all leave the show. It’s not like he has to ask him long, Ripper has a collection of lines straight from his favourite alphalpha pick up artist podcast and is ready to use them. Chase mostly just hypes him up. But also advises him against things like, yk, farting or talking about human waste (which should be a given but isn’t). Though Ripper is on the fence about it I can see him listening to the advice depending on how his crush reacts to those things. Also Chase tries to be his wingman. Which completely blows his cover, if his crush didn’t know Ripper liked them before - they sure will after Chase gets involved

-> Chase

Now, Chase has definitely been in a relationship. But realistically speaking it could have been his first and only one. And though he’s great, objectively his crush might not jump on the chance to be with him. Like, he’s not rly, yk, emotionally mature. Also, like, he did pee himself/right on the sidewalk on a date bc he couldn’t hold it and that seemed like the best option. Would sell his crush for pizza too. But! He is persistent. And strangely charming in his own failboy way. Still, if puppy dog eyes and following his crush around doesn’t work then he will ask his bros. It will either go great or very very badly. Because Zee could genuinely have some decent advice. And it’s not that Ripper can’t get good ideas. But I feel like he would get really focused on proving his experience with girls and not on actually helping. All in all at least Chase isn’t shy about his feelings, because the flirting advice he is given varies in quality. But at least his crush will know how he feels ig

#listen I’m not even clowning on the podcasts #I listen to some on yt myself even if I can’t really say I need all advice #like yk for dating bc it’s rly gendered #I’m more so expanding on the satire that is his character like ik he’s a parody of the type of guys that often even the hosts of these shows #disagree with #x reader #fanfic #imagine #x y/n #total drama x reader #tdi x reader #td x reader #Priya x reader #axel x reader #zee x reader #scary girl x reader #chase x reader #ripper x reader

[stangeranfanficion]

Finally got these 4 all done for art fight-

After like a month of procrastination I finally did it! Redesigning all my Oxalis Files ocs! all info necessary information will be under the cut.

I hope art fight goes well for all of you!

Universe: The Oxalis Files

Name: Riyeko Oxalis

Nicknames: Ms. Oxalis, Boss (Selene), Massive bitch (Jeremy)

Species: Wizard/human (Japanese)

Age: Mid 40s

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Friends: Aleksandr Eldritch (Best friend and also right-hand man in work), Selene Eldritch (Employee who creeps her out)

Personal Information: A professional businesswoman who owns the Oxalis Company who made her own during the mid-70s and became a world leader in medicine. Her secret? She learned how to use our modern medicine and natural magic in the world to supercharge the medical field, but you don't need to know that. Because she wasn’t born with the ability to manipulate and use magic, she has to use multiple different guns and weapons infused with magic to protect herself and keep secrets.  she was thrown Due to this rapid expansion, she became widely known around the world for her company's successes in the field. Though she is just on the sales and corporate side, her assistant and her head researcher Aleksandr Eldritch was mainly the main reason for her success. She is mainly more confident and a people pleaser compared to her adversary with her being more in the public eye. She however has an anger problem when things do not go her way and mainly wants compliance with her plans. Her hobbies include fashion (mainly more contemporary styles, nothing to alt. Or high art) and magical study.

Her main weaponry is the Colt Python 

Universe: The Oxalis Files

Name: Aleksandr Eldritch

Nicknames: Pops (Selene), Loser (Jeremy), Aleks (Riyeko)

Species: Human (American)

Age: Mid 40s

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Friends: Riyeko Oxalis (Basically only friend and boss), Selene Eldritch (adopted daughter)

Personal Information: A introverted scientist who always wanted to study the supernatural part of life. After learning about the Magical world from an incident in his past, he took a major interest in the magical world and how it functions Though he couldn’t fully dive deep until he got money. What made that worst was that he was a horrible spokesman and an even worst salesman, no one wanted to fund his make-believe projects. It wasn’t until he met Riyeko who promised him not only a starting fund and resources she has. His one promise was to work for her and to use his research to improve the company. He's a scary cat and not really someone who loves being the center of attention. He also a massive pushover on what others want him to do (The whole reason he knows medical science was because his parents wanted it.) So he likes it when Riyeko takes all the credit. He hogged up all day in his research and how magic can be used beyond casting spells. He has a good relationship with Selene helping her in her duties and helping her gain social confidence and encouraging her in pursuing careers in science like him. He is also incredibly supportive of Riyeko and seems to help plan out and generally be a supportive friend to her. They go to bowling alleys on weekends.



Universe: The Oxalis Files

Name: Selene Eldritch

Nicknames: Sunny (Aleksandr), Hones (Jeremy)

Species: Common Pseudotrees*

Age: Mid 20s

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Friends/Family: Aleksandr Eldritch (adopted father), Riyeko Oxalis (Considered an aunt figure to her), Jeremy Garcon (Boyfriend)

Personal Information: Selene is a kind girl who grew up with her adopted father near New York. She is usually seen as an overly optimistic happy person. Though, she has trouble making and keeping friends due to being much more secretive about her home life. She is usually seen with or around Aleksandr due to being a daddy's girl alongside being a personal assistant. Though even though she can't see, it seems that he has an infinity of using computers perfectly, even when blindfolded. Her most common interests are nature related with her love of spending time outside and in the sun. She loves crafting and painting (even if she's not the best at it) and anything to do with Minesweeper (in gameplay only because the game we know wasn't invented until the 1990s). She's seen as a dork by others due to her relation to her father alongside her overbearing personality. She started dating Jeremy only after the main story of the Oxalis Files where she a much more of a sweetie whos overly caring.

Universe: The Oxalis Files

Name: Jeremy Garcon

Nicknames: Jerms (coworkers), Jerm-Jerm (Selene Eldritch)

Species: Human (Desi American)

Age: Mid 20s

Gender: Male

Pronouns: he/him

Friends/Enemies: Selene Eldritch(Girlfriend)

Personal Information: Jeremy was once just someone living his life. Once a ghost tours employee who manage a website and took pictures at gravesites, Jeremy was content with his perfectly average life. Until one day he was forcefully pushed into the limelight after discovering a magical creature. (and accidentally killing it with his car) Now the Oxalis company is after him for his knowledge of the magical world and the happenings at the Oxalis company. He’s not the strongest, fastest, or smartest person, but at least he knows how to keep himself alive. He is much more of an unlikely hero who doesn’t want to take up this mantle. He is much more of a victim of accidents compared to others and much more clumsy. Though he always tries his best and manages to look through the negatives and keep his head high.

#stanger danger art #oc stuff #original character #my art #art ref #art fight

[hdchaeri]

𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒑, 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 / 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒆, & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚.

𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒔,  new friends & new adventures. 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔,  a closed starter for 𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏. 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔,  not applicable, n / a.

whenever chaeri is given an opportunity for an outing into the city, she takes it with absolutely no hesitation. she feels like rapunzel whenever she’s stuck at the company for days on end, & contrary to popular belief, being a trainee can be hugely grim to the soul. many think it’s a magical time spent honing skills & becoming experts in musical crafts, & while they’re not completely wrong about that, those things are surprisingly not what she finds herself doing most often. instead of enjoying each lesson & looking forward to future improvements, she finds herself stressed about everything, & then choosing to avoid said stress by escaping into the vast, mystical caverns of her mind. whenever she’s feeling overwhelmed, she often imagines that she lives deep within the sea ;; free of all worries & swimming amongst its folk. though, today, in place of daydreaming, she’s decided to actually experience the reality that surrounds her ;; the one that she’s hardly gotten to know since making the move from jeju. seoul is a massive cityscape full of nooks & crannies that she’s never explored, & it’s needless to say that she’s eager to see what she can get up to today.

though, before she sets off — with no real agenda planned, mind you — on her adventure, she makes a pitstop into the nearest café to grab a snack & latte. it’s there, while she’s standing in line, she finds the person directly in front of her extremely familiar, but can’t exactly put a name to his face. could he be someone that’s also covered under hydra’s umbrella ? that’s the only explanation she has… but she’s not totally sure. it takes her a second to decide on whether or not she should speak to him, but since the line’s still pretty long, she goes for it. ❝ hey, ❞ she begins, offering a smile. ❝ it’s my first time at this café & i’m still trying to figure out what i want. have you been here before ? ❞ her query is simple enough, her tone of voice a delicate lilt. ❝ if so, what’s your favorite thing to order ? ❞ chaeri felt it better to ask him a question instead of leading with the fact that she recognizes him. she can always address that later, especially if he seems receptive to conversation. ❝ i’m chaeri, by-the-way. i hope i’m not bothering you. ❞

#( ♡ ) ——— 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. hwan.

[rek1s-headband]

Oh oh! Can we get some hedcanons about cherry adopting a girl who is around miya's age. Like how close would they be and how would others feel about her being his daughter now. Bonus points if uncel Joe and little missy mess with daddy blossom

Xoxo love your work so far, keep it up💙

➯ A/N: This was such an amazing request, I had so much fun writing it! Hope you enjoy :)

Also, i started watching Your Lie in April today, and its AMAZING! So much more than what I was expecting

➯ With a daughter

➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki with a young daughter. Reki, Langa and co. are mentioned throughout!

➯ Warnings: none:)

Having a child had never crossed Kaoru’s mind before, but when Joe had teased him about how “you treat Carla better than you would a child!”, the idea kind of stuck with him. And so, he’d spent countless nights awake, wondering to himself if it was something he truly wanted?

He’d pass parks, seeing parents with spewing babies and toddlers throwing tantrums, wondering if he could actually put up with that? But as he passed the shops, he came across a mother and her daughter, who looked around 12. He watched them pass, a grin on the child’s face as she looked into her shopping bag, examining her haul for that day. And so it was settled

He wanted a baby girl he could spoil absolutely rotten

And the search for a child carried on, and this time instead of baby shops and websites, he was browsing the shelves of Claires and other tween clothing stores. It had only occurred to him over a bottle of wine with Joe, as they were discussing if Kaoru was truly ready for something like this. Instead of a crying baby or a messy toddler, he could simply adopt someone a bit older!

It made sense too. For a single parent, an older child seemed much more doable. Of course, he wouldn’t be alone. Joe was always telling him how he’d help out, yknow, if he actually went through with the damn thing.

Not to mention, the older you get, the more difficult it is to get adopted. Babies and young children will get adopted left right and centre, whereas the child he will take home will have been there for a while. Finally, they will have a place to call a home

He spent months trying to get the approval for adoption, and one fateful day he finally got the letter that yes he could go ahead and take one home. He was ecstatic, spending the next few days finding out the location of every orphanage around his area of Japan. He messaged every single one, asking when their next visiting day was

And so it was set: Kaoru would not rest until he had found his perfect little girl

He went through orphanage after orphanage, searching for someone he could call his own. However, none of the children were lighting that paternal flame inside him. It wasn’t their fault of course, they just didn’t click with him, staring at him any time he tried to talk to them. Visit after visit, he’d go to Joe’s, ready to tell him about his recent fail.

It wasn’t until Joe came up to him with a phone number, asking if he’d been to this particular orphanage yet. Apparently they had a few children aged 12 and up, and were available for visit that Saturday. And so there he was, packing a bag and getting ready to travel to the house. This time felt different, somehow. He could feel his palms sweat, as if he could sense he would take one of them home

When he finally made it to the house, he was a nervous wreck. The lady of the house let him in with a smile, telling him the children were in the backyard playing while she bounced a baby on her hip. Cherry winced as the baby gurgled at him, glad he opted for an older child

She led him outside, gesturing at the children who were sprinting around in the vast field, hiding behind trees and bushes. It was clear they were playing a game of hide and seek. He smiled as he scanned over them, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed one little girl sitting on the step, head in her lap while her shoulders gently shook with tears

He walked over to her, bending down with a soft smile. He didn’t know where this sudden calmness came from, but that was his last priority right now. A little gash sat on the girls knee, caked with blood as it trickled down her shin. He frowned, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe it. She jumped, wincing with shock from the fresh wave of pain, and surprise. Kaoru gently wiped at her knee once more before looking up at her to attempt a conversation

“Hello, is your knee alright?” She shook her head frantically, wiping a tear away from her face. A small breathy laugh escaped him as he watched the child stand, gesturing to her leg

“Nope, not at all. I think its broken, if you ask me. All cause of that stupid thing!” She threw her arm out, gesturing to a pink board Kaoru hadn’t noticed before. A skateboard.

That’s when Kaoru realised it: I want this one

Suddenly he felt a new sense of importance, like he had to make a good impression. He walked over to the board, tutting as he looked down at it. “This is what hurt you?” He looked at it with disdain as the little girl nodded her head violently. Kaoru could see how she hurt herself, the thing was massive, especially for someone her age. It looked around the size of a board he would use.

Grinning, he picked up the board. “Well, want to see something cool?” She watched in wonder as kaoru stood on it, pushing off and turning quickly, popping an ollie over a stray toy. The little girl jumped, throwing her arms up as she cheered Kaoru on. He finished with a flourish, coming back to stand beside her. “What did you think?” She was speechless, simply moving her hands, saying scattered “wows” and making various sound effects. Kaoru smiled, certain that he could teach her more.

When he realized visiting time was coming to a close, he proposed the idea to the girl, who’s name he had come to know was Lily: he’d come back next week, and he’d bring his board. He even promised to find her a smaller boar perfect for her to learn on, saying he knew a friend who could make her one. From there he would teach her the basics of skateboarding, even a couple of tricks once she got that down. She was delighted, bouncing up and down and declaring she couldn’t wait, all the energy of someone much younger than her. Kaoru found he couldn’t stop smiling himself either

He made his way back through the house, Lily skipping alongside him. He explained the plan to the Lady, that he would come back next week for another visit. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to the lady to request one final thing from her

“Make sure no one snatches her up from me while I’m gone, yeah?”

Needless to say a bottle of wine was opened at Joe’s that night in celebration of Lily, the potential daughter

And so the weeks turned into months, and Kaoru returned each week with his board and some sweets for her and the other children, teaching her everything she needed to know about skateboarding. After a month or so she could confidently ollie without bailing, and next time he visited she displayed it with delight, watching Kaoru’s face light up with pride.

She had taken a real liking to Kaoru, according to the Lady. She refused to pay any other visitors any notice, declaring they “simply weren’t Kaoru.” This is what finally made him realise that maybe it was time to ask if she’d like to live with him from now on, where she could practice with him every day.

When he asked her, Kaoru could’ve sworn he actually saw stars in her eyes. She simply lit up, throwing herself at Kaoru, tears streaming down her face as she shouted yes, of course she would. she wasn’t the only one crying, Kaoru could barely see from the tears in his own eyes, the lady dabbing at hers with a tissue

Once the paperwork was complete and Lily was his, he felt a weight had been taken off his shoulders. He had packed her a new change of clothes the day he went to collect her, bringing Joe along with him for emotional support. Lily came flying at him the second he got out of his car, wrinkling her nose at Joe

“You never told me you had a boyfriend, Kaoru” she stuck her tongue out at him from over his shoulder while they both tried to convince her that no, they weren’t a couple, before she ran upstairs to get changed. Joe turned to Kaoru, an almost offended look on his face

“Why were you so adamant that we weren’t together??” “I dont need her worrying she’s going home to a Gorrila” “HEY”

Once they all got home, they threw a little party at Joe’s who had closed a little early specially for it. Kaoru didn’t let her out of his sight, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable with all the new people. Of course, it was only Joe, Shadow, Reki, Langa and Miya, all of whom she would meet eventually, but he still worried in case she got overwhelmed.

She made quick friends with Reki, who was ecstatic from the moment he realised she could skate. The two bonded over it, talking about tricks they’d learned, Reki shouting over at Kaoru because why hadn’t he taught him anything??

Miya was a bit standoffish at first, but when she saw the switch in his hand, the two were instantly bonding over who had better villagers in Animal Crossing, and who had passed more levels in Mario with three stars

As the months went on, Lily really settled into her new life in Okinawa, starting at school in Miyas class. The two were joined at the hip, Miya often coming home to Kaoru’s so they could practice together, or simply study and watch some movies. Reki constantly teased the shit out of the two, talking about how he heard “wedding bells”. This comment earned him a swift whack into the skull from Kaoru, warning him not to tease his little girl

Soon enough Kaoru was making her own skateboard with built-in Carla, who helped her skating improve insanely. As Kaoru said, she was definitely a chip off the old block. Langa and Reki would take her to the skate park with them, helping her land new tricks and would take videos of her to send to Kaoru

Shadow was like a chill uncle to her, bringing her flowers for her room and taking her out to get some clothes and ice cream. Joe was like an uncle too, but a much more untrustworthy one. Would he take her to the park, or would he take her to parts of downtown she definitely shouldn’t have been? Who knows, certainly not Kaoru...

Poor Kaoru can never get a minutes peace. Every second of the day she’s plotting something, waiting for him to let his guard down so she can pounce, scaring the shit out of him. When the others are around its 10x worse, all of them ganging up on him to pull pranks

As well as skateboarding, Kaoru tried to teach her how to do calligraphy. She ended up being awful, blotting the ink and smearing it with her hand. But hey, it was a fun art project that made it onto the fridge

At S, she was watched like a hawk. When Kaoru was competing,the others would be like her bodyguard, making sure no one got within 5 feet of her. She’d watch her dad with wonder, the look of awe never leaving her face since the first day she saw him skate. She can’t wait for the day she can compete, maybe even beating her own dad

The first time Lily called Kaoru “dad” was when he won a race, showing off some amazing skills and winning the insanely close match by a hair. He picked up his board, looking around for Lily. He saw her in the crowd, throwing her arms up and cheering “THATS MY DAD!! LOOK, RIGHT THERE, THATS MY DAD!” When she spotted him, a large grin spread across her face. “Nice job out there dad! You did amazing!! D’you think I can do that one day?”

Everyone was staring at her, she hadn’t even realised she had said anything out of the ordinary. Soon enough Kaoru was lunging at her, picking her up in a hug so she didn’t see the tears quickly forming on his face. With a smile he pulled away, his voice dripping with pride

“Of course you could. You’re my daughter, aren’t you?”

#sk∞ #sk8 langa #sk8 reki #langa hasegawa #reki kyan #sk8 the infinity #kaoru sakurayashiki headcanons #sk8 kaoru #Kaoru Sakurayashiki #sk8 cherry blossom #cherry blossom #cherry blossom headcanons #kojiro nanjo #sk8 joe #miya chinen #sk8 Miya #sk8 fic #sk8 headcanons #sk8 the infinity headcanons #sk8 the infinity x reader

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okok hc or fic: reader was teiko’s “head” manager(?) and her talent was being a medic (if someone gets injured they’re back on the court in under a minute type thing) and training plans. suddenly momoi’s talent blooms, she starts working w/ everyone in the team (+ reader’s crush akashi) and people think she’s a better manager than reader. because of this, she overworks + collapses in front of her best friends kuroko + kise (don’t let akashi know yet i have plans for that 👀)

HELLO? YES OFFICER? I JUST FOUND A BANGER REQUEST RIGHT HERE? YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG AND SEXY IVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS🏃🏻‍♀️💨 part 2 here and part 3 here AND update: part 4 here

Akashi x Reader

[Teiko!manager Headcanons]

you had a knack of being a natural chiropractor in loosening up tense muscles instantly (for more fluid play) or easily putting in back dislocated joints

basically you have crackhands

in your free time as a hobby and a job as the “head manager” (that Akashi announced to the team himself), you’d often bury yourself in anatomy studies and gym plans on the internet and databases to review over Akashi’s team training routines to see if they were effective and safe; oftentimes, you’d return back with improved plans, and as time went on, Akashi entrusted you with creating the plans yourself completely

you took on the job so eagerly to impress the Teiko captain, if you were being honest to yourself

your enthusiasm even inspires Momoi, Teiko’s other manager, to work harder

no one in Teiko knows physiology better than you, and as expected, it was also your best subject along with health

Kise often looks at you in horror and respect at how you don’t cringe/flinch at the loud cracks resonating across the room or court when players come to you for instant relief (the origin story of how he came to call you (y/n)-cchi was the very fact that you manage to put back his dislocated shoulder in 3 seconds flat one game)

when Kuroko first joined the 1st-string, he was a walking magnet for injuries, and you ended up being there for him every single time… nosebleeds? check. sprained ankle? check. nausea from over exhaustion? check.

both you and Kuroko relish in the fact that everyone in the team can never understand how the both of you do some incredible things with your hands

both of you being quite dexterous, you both often teach each other your specialties for fun; it’s almost shocking to see Kuroko effortlessly loosening up a stress knot and you pulling off a well-done palm pass

you admit, you do juggle a lot of responsibilities… from being a makeshift nurse, to a chiropractor, to a budget gym coach, and even to being moral support

Momoi often reminds you to take breaks being the caring person that she is

you often showed her the ropes and tricks of being a manager, on top of your duties, and you find it really endearing that she’s so earnest in learning from you

even if you enjoyed doing what you do, part of the massive workload is to try to get into Akashi’s good graces

talking to him about basketball duties is easier to achieve than talking to him outside of the extracurricular

you might be a tad bit insecure about it; after all, what middle schooler is already so accomplished in academics, sports, and everything you could think of? wasn’t he also studying to take over his father’s company??

to you, who only starred as Teiko’s humble manager, it felt hard trying to establish common ground for conversation outside of basketball

so you stuck to working hard at your position, hoping that your work ethic would get his attention one day; you were a firm believer of actions over words, so you hoped your actions would come off as genuine

picture you and Momoi running across campus with stacks of papers for the team… it makes most of the teammates’ hearts melt at the sight

your work certainly got you praises from other teammates, but out of all players, Kise was the one who figured out your motive

you felt absolutely morbid; to think that Kise, of all people, would figure you out like the back of his hand

Kise being sweet as he is, offers to help you get with the captain but you merely prompted to threaten to break his arm if he spilled your crush to anyone else

“(y/n)-cchi… I’ve been thinking.”

“Yes, Kise?”

“It’s really cool that you’re working so tirelessly for the team, but I can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason why you work so hard.”

“O-Of course I do! I want to see you guys all succeed!”

“Then I’m curious as to why you always look at Akashicchi—o-ow, ow, ow!! (y/n)-cchi, I’m sorry! So can you please let go of my—ow!”

“H-How did you know?!”

“I-It was as obvious as day, (y/n)-cchi! I’m pretty sure even Kurokocchi found out about this before I did!”

“N-No way!!”

“Tell you what, I’m super duper knowledgeable in this stuff! You can count on me for this sort of advice—OW!”

spoiler alert: Kise was right in that Kuroko definitely noticed your attraction to Akashi before anyone else… he just never brought it up to you

one day, Kuroko comes up to you to whisper:

“(y/n)-san, have you realized that Akashi-kun has been observing you recently during practice?”

“W-Wait! Is he looking over here right now?”

“Not that I think. He’s occupied with the coach right now.”

“D-Do you think this is a good sign?”

Kuroko gives you a small smile before he replies, “I would like to think so. Keep working hard, (y/n)-san.”

and you do, you’re constantly on top of your game for the next season until Momoi suddenly gets more recognition for her “precognitive defense” skills

her newfound talent was extraordinary and never-before-seen, and her ability became more critical to Teiko’s victories than your own skills

you were happy and proud for her, because after all, her achievements were extremely deserving to be praised

it’s only when some 1st-string players started making offhand comments about how you weren’t really needed in the 1st-string and was more suited to the lower strings that placed seeds of doubt into you

these people would often compare you to Momoi in how she improved much more despite you being in the team for longer

there’s also talk about how your skills are more useful for 2nd-string and 3rd-string players because Momoi’s ability is already sufficient enough for Teiko’s starters

after all, how would a player even be injured if they can predict their opponents’ moves to avoid such incidents?

there’s also the fact that Akashi has been calling Momoi more frequently to research on upcoming teams for analytical data because her talent has become very useful to ensuring victory

the same peers and adults who gave you praise were the same people who began to ignore you or dismiss you; that being said, the collective change in attitude is definitely subtle enough that it would fly under most people’s radars

Kuroko was the first to notice and defend you against a small group of players who were bold enough to badmouth you in the gym

Kise would find out a little later about the somewhat unpleasant gossip about you and would pull the “no you” reverse card, returning back with MEANER underhanded comments that would send these shit talkers CRYING HOME (manga Kise strikes here unexpectedly eh?)

Murasakibara is someone who would be slightly uncomfortable with the gossip about you, especially since you’ve always been so helpful and kind to the team and himself; he’d either leave the room himself or easily scare them away with his looming height and presence without saying a single word when he enters the room “minding his own business”

Midorima is a bystander judging from how he’s reacted to the Teiko dynamic changes in the actual show // he, of course, wouldn’t like the nasty talk about you but would actually mind his own business, choosing to focus on himself and what he has to do to contribute to his team; he assumes that you would work hard the same way he is and let your contributions do the talking

now Akashi surprisingly wouldn’t hear much of the gossip, since his presence alone SHUTS them up and commit to their practices like normal; after all, it’s very clear that Akashi doesn’t tolerate this type of behavior in the team (example: Haizaki), and it’s more apparent that he wouldn’t hesitate to drop kick them out especially since he has a soft spot for you (which Kise never fails to bring this up to you, but you think he’s reaching too much into it) // TLDR; the teammates mostly have the common sense to not utter anything bad about you… maybe one kid would slip out and get punished for “bad sportsmanship,” but Akashi merely assumes that it’s just one bad apple and not necessarily… the many others as well

Aomine???? bro he ain’t even at practice wdym (HELPPP LMAOO) // jokes aside, if he catches wind of players shit-talking outside of the gym… say at the convenience store or when he’s walking home or something, well… they wouldn’t have a good time…

Momoi simply chastises the gossipers when they try to talk shit on you to make Momoi herself look good, and it leaves? such? a? horrible? taste? like, she wants to believe that they’re just really poor jokes and not what they really believe in, and the teammates merely reassure her that they’re just bad jokes and that they “wouldn’t do it again;” poor Momoi wholeheartedly believes them

the weird talks about Momoi being “the better manager” just signalled to you that you haven’t contributed enough to the team yet, and it motivated you to work even harder

oddly, you weren’t jealous of the fact that Momoi was receiving more positive attention than you

you were more afraid of the fact that you were going to get left behind, and this fear only tightened its hold on you when more teammates (who used to talk to you a lot) have changed their tunes when they speak with you now, compared to them talking to Momoi

and you felt that the Generation of Miracles would do the same too… including Akashi

it wasn’t an irrational fear for you because he’s already been calling Momoi a lot more frequently for help than you recently

so you even offered to mop the gym floors after practice, offered to stay later than usual to be the one to lock up the gym for anyone (cough, Kuroko) who wanted to practice whenever they wanted

at one point, you even tried to do what Momoi does: researching on upcoming teams and making your own predictions (that didn’t really work, and that cost you a few nights’ worth of sleep every single time)

not to mention that you still had regular school like any other student? you were the epitome of a mess

Kuroko was with you in the empty gym, you putting away the extra basketballs in the storage closet while he practiced his dribbling, until he heard a crash in there and a few basketballs rolled out the door

you collapsed right when you rolled in the basketball cart

POOR KUROKO HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO // he just tries to give you a piggyback ride as he abandons his plans of practice and tries to jog to the nearest local clinic

that’s where he bumped into Kise, who was heading home after an evening shoot when he saw the two of you

chaos ensue as Kise freaks out and Kuroko had to calm him down himself after answering the never-ending questions

at least the doctor there gave relieving news that you only collapsed from over-exhaustion and that the bruises from the fall were very faint

Kise makes a joke to Kuroko about, “What’s with you and (y/n)-cchi falling to the floor and fainting? You guys can’t be that alike.”

when you shortly regain consciousness, you were met with a… very stern Kuroko and Kise, who were both ready to hear your explanation and to scold you to oblivion

to your surprise, they were understanding; Kuroko understands the feeling of not being enough and working hard to meet other people’s expectations, and Kise understands the struggle of juggling multiple things in his schedule (come on, student, athlete, and model?)

they still scolded your ears off:

“(y/n)-san, you idiot. Why didn’t you ask anyone to help out?”

“That’s…”

“(y/n)-cchi, do you think we’re undependable?!”

“Er, no, that’s…”

you were still dizzy from the fall and the lack of proper sleep (and maybe nutrition if we’re being honest), and you were just a ball of stress

you kind of begged your best friends not to tell a SOUL to anyone about this incident, especially to Akashi… you didn’t want to look even more incapable in his eyes than you already were

they do agree on one condition: for you to take AT LEAST a day or two off school to completely recover and rest up (you reluctantly agree; besides how were you going to explain the bruises that can’t be covered to your peers?)

HELP WHY ARE KISE AND KUROKO THE BEST LIARS TOGETHER ON CAMPUS LITERALLY NO ONE SUSPECTS A THING… except Akashi, the ever sharp captain, felt something was amiss

especially since some Teiko players emanated a feeling of relief at the news of you not being here that day, or the next

Akashi would play detective sleuth and find out what’s really going on sooner or later

End Note: gonna cut this off here b/c I KNOW this anon got a juicy part two i FEEL IT

#kuroko no basket #knb x reader #knb #knb fic #knb fics #knb headcanons #knb teiko #teiko middle school #kuroko tetsuya #kurokocchi #kise ryota #kise ryouta #akashi seijuro #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro x reader #knb headcanon #midorima shintarou #midorima shintaro #momoi satsuki #aomine daiki #murasakibara atsushi

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Since the post detailing the bullying Reina endured wont show up why not just do a recap instead?

IDK what is it with this damn site refusing to let me publish it lol It won’t even let me publish the second draft I made and instead just keeps giving me those annoying little cutesy error messages. Third time’s the charm I guess. One day I’ll learn to actually keep things very brief.

Going forward, trigger warning for harassment, bullying and sl*t-shaming. I’ll keep it as brief as possible and divide it in sections to keep it organized. Images will be included to provide visuals while also avoiding the massive wall of text this would be otherwise. Since I want to cover everything in a single post, this is gonna be quite lengthy despite my efforts to shorten them as much as possible. There will be 6 parts total. Sorry in advance. While each part is short it’s still a long post. XD Hope it’s a decent read for those interested.

Context regarding Merula’s characterization: Thanks to a number of factors playing out differently, the Merula in my setting had become incredibly toxic by Year 5. Basically she faced actual consequences for everything she’s done since Year 1. Since Reina’s relation to Ricardo (Jacob) was never public, Merula didn’t have the MC’s scrutiny as an excuse to get away with her bullying. As a result, she gained a reputation of being violent and destructive due to lashing out at the foreign transfer student (Reina)for no real reason. The frequent comparisons to her Death Eater parents didn’t help matters either. Instead of reflecting and learning to improve herself, Merula just blamed everything on Reina and let those negative feelings fester over the years, turning her into the person she became by Year 5.

Tldr: Merula’s a straight up villain in Year 5.

Pt.1: Beginning

As Reina had sensed pure malice from Rakepick the moment they met back in Year 4, she’s refused to be anywhere near the woman. Into year 5 this extended to Reina refusing to take Defense Against the Dark Arts, and she never became one of her apprentices. Reina resolved to break the curse on her terms and worked alongside Rowan, Talbott, Ismelda, Barnaby, Jae, Tulip, Badeea and Chiara. Despite the stresses that came with it, for Reina it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.

The following November, Reina had attempted to warn Merula about Rakepick’s true intentions, but the Slytherin girl wasn’t having it and instead lashed back rather violently. With this Reina was completely done with Merula, however Merula wasn’t done with her.

Merula wanted Reina to be miserable and be driven to leave the school. It wasn’t just about being the strongest witch anymore. Reina’s attempts at warning her became her excuse for making plans to ruin the girl’s life by any means necessary.

Merula approached Emily Tyler of all people, as she knew perfectly well that the petty Gryffindor had it out for Reina as well. Two years prior Reina cursed and humiliated her after she (Emily) insulted Bill. Emily and Merula formed an alliance to get back at Reina.

Thanks to everything she gathered about Reina over the years of spying on her, Merula passed on any info to Emily that could be used to incite some much needed damage. Emily twisted that information around into some awful rumors.

Pt.2: Rumors

The rumors started by depicting Reina as a power-obsessed glory-hound, seeking out the vaults for nothing more than personal gain. When Rowan attacked her in the courtyard while under the Imperious Curse, this gave the witnessing students the impression that they were fighting and Rowan has had enough.

Reina’s refusal to work with Rakepick was seen as her viewing the woman as competition. It was that rumor specifically that began to drive a wedge between her friends. When everyone gathered at the library, Reina made it clear why she avoided Rakepick. By that point she’s always been honest, especially as Reina has always been a bad liar and her friends knew that. This time should’ve been no different, but Reina quickly found out some of her friends were already doubting her.

Charlie would be the first to question her claims, and while he had no ill intentions whatsoever, to Reina it felt like a slap to the face. Although she didn’t have proof to her claims, all of them knew she’d never lie. This is what led to the groups splitting in two: those that sided with Reina due to their own mistrust of Rakepick consisted of Rowan, Talbott, Ben, Tulip and Chiara. Barnaby, Ismelda, Jae and Badeea would join them later.

During that time Penny was not in the best mental state thanks to Beatrice’s situation. Merula took advantage of this and manipulated her over time into hating Reina. Penny was led to believe Reina didn’t care about the afflicted students at all, and the earlier rumors weren’t helping her case. Seeing Reina celebrating their second Quidditch victory with her teammates only enraged Penny, leading to her verbally lashing out at Reina in front of the entire common room.

Penny only stopped when Skye angrily told her to back off, and Sprout demanded to speak with her. Her friendship with Reina was severed on very bad terms. Merula had no real gain to this other than causing as much harm as possible. She proudly admitted it to Barnaby and Ismelda when they confronted her about it. The two officially cut ties with Merula at that point, disgusted and troubled at her lack of remorse.

Reina did her best to keep moving forward, but now with the added loss of her friendship with Penny and sensing nothing but hate from her, she now felt overwhelmed. By the following Quidditch practice, she fainted and had to be hospitalized after Orion couldn’t get a pulse.

Just as she recovered, the rumors became far worse.

Pt.3: Harassment, Bullying and Vandalism

After Christmas break, Emily spun more rumors that were ensured to hit Reina where it hurt and ruin her positive reputation.

With the knowledge that Reina took secret trips with Bill and Charlie the year prior to the Forbidden Forest, and again earlier in the year to the Prefects Bathroom (before the group split), the true context was left out and things were spun into something far more explicit.

Being portrayed as a whore caused a good chunk of Reina’s Muggleborn classmates to turn against her. What made it more difficult for her was the disdain she sensed from them because of things about her that were nowhere near true. This became one of those times Reina hated her Empathy and found herself wishing she could either shut it off or never have it again.

Soon her items, desks and Quidditch robes got vandalized and had terrible words etched/painted on them. Spells would get thrown at her out in the halls and she had to stop answering mail out of worry they were tampered with. While she still fought back and cursed those responsible, these people would not let up now that they got a reaction out of her.

She now had to deal with accusations of doing explicit things to not only get on the Quidditch team, but also to get all of her good grades. When the professors quickly caught wind of this they were absolutely furious. After some stupidly bold students confronted Snape thinking the rumors were true, they received detentions for the rest of their time in school, and failed out of his class. It didn’t take long for him to find out Merula had some involvement in this.

During Hufflepuff’s third Quidditch match, Reina was deliberately injured far more than her teammates by members of the opposing team. Though they were disqualified and banned, Reina had to be hospitalized for weeks because of her injuries. This caused her to miss her Quinceanera (15th birthday), something she had been looking forward to nearly all her life. Her family assured her they’d have the party for her that following summer, putting her at ease.

After being released from the hospital wing, Reina was accompanied by Rowan and Chiara back to their dorm to get her books while everyone else was at lunch. To their horror they find Reina’s bed, past gifts and belongings completely destroyed.

The only things she had left were the clothes on her back and the items in the schoolbag she was carrying. Devastated and reaching her breaking point, Reina ran off campus and went into hiding. The only ones that knew of her location were Rowan, Talbott and Madam Rosmerta. When she saw how distressed Reina was, she gave the girl her brother’s apartment to use.

Rowan and Ismelda gathered with several of the others, collected all necessary evidence and publicly exposed Emily, Merula and the other bullies, who were then punished accordingly. Although Reina’s name had finally been cleared, her sudden “disappearance” started a new set of rumors. This time around Emily, Merula and the group of bullies were met with suspicion from the other students, thinking the goons were involved in her vanishing somehow.

Merula was now subjected to harassment of her own and once again had to deal with accusations of being just like her Death Eater parents.

Reina would not return to the school for the next 50 days. Before she left, thanks to Duncan and Rowan she had reached out to Peeves by bringing up his friendship with Ricardo, and offered to create some chaos-inducing spells with his input, which caught his attention. While they were making some decent progress, it was put to a halt with her sudden departure.

Not pleased with the rude interruption to his chaotic plans, he decided to give Merula an especially difficult time after learning she drove Reina away to take her place. When Rakepick called Merula out on her behavior, the Slytherin volunteered to acquire the painting by herself (not that anyone wanted to work with her anyway) as a form of redemption.

Pt. 4: Retaliation

Although Reina was out of the way, it wasn’t enough for Merula. Still desperate for Rakepick’s approval, she began to sabotage just about anyone she felt would get in her way, including fellow apprentices.

Looking to get even, Merula and the bullies went after Rowan (glasses were broken), Ben (ambushed and beaten badly), Barnaby (ambushed with curses and hospitalized) and Ismelda (ambushed and her hair forcibly cut). Charlie’s arm was purposely broken in Gryffindor’s next Quidditch match, while Bill would be hospitalized thanks to one of his books being cursed.

Merula and some goons openly confronted Talbott on the courtyard as he was reading, and the Slytherin girl not only exposed his relationship with Reina, but also mocked his dead parents. She bragged how she overheard his conversation with Reina 2 years prior as they searched for his missing necklace and why it was so important to him.

Despite being furious and disgusted, Talbott maintained his calm long enough to realize the thugs were there to make sure he couldn’t get away. He was internally thankful he Obliviated her those years back after she found out he was an Unregistered Animagus, as without a doubt she would’ve exposed that as well just to spite him.

He was able to overpower the goons after using Wind Magic.

With Merula being the last one standing, he challenged her to a duel on the spot. She gladly accepted but was quickly defeated after Talbott called her out on everything she had done, ending by sarcastically wishing her luck in acquiring the painting from Peeves. By that point she had been trying for over a week.

25 days into hiding, Reina was in a much better mental state. She continued her work with Peeves in secret after having Rowan and Duncan pass the message along. Reina found the perfect targets in the form of all her tormentors, and was eager to get back at them for everything they put her and her friends through.

With her new resolve, her wand would transform into a staff, signifying she was ready for the next step in her magical journey. The staff allowed her to use stronger magic and she soon got to work.

Pt.5: Consequences

After the awful things she said to Reina months prior, Penny had since been shunned by most of her fellow Hufflepuffs. A lot of them thought she was working with Merula and avoided her entirely because of it. While untrue, all that mattered to Penny was Beatrice’s well-being.

Unfortunately she drove away her friends as well, angrily lashing out at them out of belief they sided with Reina, when in truth all they wanted was to help. Ismelda would be the one to finally snap her out of it by calling her out on her behavior, and making Penny hit the realization that she hurt Reina so badly there’s a high chance she’ll never be forgiven. This would haunt her for the rest of her time at school.

Merula herself lost all of Rakepick’s trust and respect after the woman figured out what she had done.

Rakepick was fully aware of what Reina said about her and didn’t care in the slightest. The girl still prioritized breaking the curse and it was pretty obvious Reina would still join the rest of the group when they headed to the next vault. While evil in this setting, Rakepick still had a degree of respect for Reina and the apprentices, even if they were only useful pawns to her.

If there’s one thing Rakepick hated, it was having her time wasted, which is exactly what Merula had accomplished. She only decided to give the girl one last chance after she pleaded to get the painting from Peeves herself. Rakepick knew it was next to impossible for Merula to do it on her own due to her own decisions and behavior. The only way Merula would contribute to the chaos Peeves wanted was to be subjected to it herself, and Reina made sure she would.

Two weeks after Merula took on the task, she along with Emily and the other bullies appeared to have been struck with astronomical levels of bad luck. It all started after they received black roses in the mail, while Merula found a bunch on her bed. The only warning she received were that black roses symbolized hate, and whoever sent them was after the recipients now.

The group got subjected to all manner of pranks left and right not just from Peeves, but a few anonymous students (Tonks, Tulip and Jae). The pranks worsened over time, ranging from items like Glitter and Confetti Bombs manifesting out of thin air to attack them, pies to the face, Stink Bombs in their school bags and even a Jinx that left most of them in clown makeup that wouldn’t come off for hours. Knowing that the group was cursed, the other students avoided them.

Pt.6: Resolution

Reina at that point returned to the school, barely paying attention to the surprise her classmates had upon seeing her. The only thing she cared about was seeing the work she created with Peeves’ help: all of the spells inflicted on her tormentors. The Clown Face Jinx was actually Ricardo’s creation, and Reina used it at Peeves’ request. When Merula found out Reina was back, she angrily demanded the painting from Peeves after dishing out some (empty) threats, only to be met with paint splatter and confetti bombs. Seeing Reina as a threat to her goals, Merula headed to the courtyard where she found the girl waiting for her.

Merula demanded a duel to settle things between them once and for all, and Reina obliged. She’s defeated thanks to Reina’s new array of spells thanks to her staff. Merula makes one last ditch attempt at getting back at Reina by claiming she’s the one wasting everyone’s time with petty self-serving drama, but by that point no one buys it. Her name had already been cleared while Merula’s was pretty much done.

To get back at Merula one last time, Reina reveals the role she played in the pranks and that she received the real painting from Peeves after she arrived back at the castle, making Merula’s earlier threats against him even more pointless. She decides to put her foot down and make it clear going forward that Merula (and anyone else) would never bother her or her friends ever again, nor would she spy on them like she had done so much in the past. The choice was simple: leave them alone or face the consequences. The pranks were just a warning. Merula didn’t say anything after that.

Later on, several of the bullying thugs were expelled. Emily would have to repeat her 7th year due to poor scores on her N.E.W.Ts, barely avoiding expulsion herself. In regards to Merula, the Ministry decided keeping her at school was the logical option. Knowing well of who her parents are, and with the documentation of her past and current actions, they didn’t want to deal with the child of Death Eaters being set loose on the Wizarding World to do who knows what.

In the end, Reina got vindication after Rakepick revealed her true colors at the buried vault and attempted to kill her and her friends. The vault crew consisted of Bill, Charlie, Merula, Ben, Penny, Rowan and Reina herself. The friends that doubted her words apologized, while she herself also apologized for how she handled it. Penny kept her distance from her friends, both to focus on Beatrice and also due to feeling shame for her actions. By that point Reina had no interest in speaking to her.

It took Merula being subjected to the Cruciatus Curse by Rakepick to finally understand Reina was right about the woman all along. Had she listened to Reina’s warning rather than carry out her little revenge plot, she could’ve been better prepared. Not that Merula would ever admit it outright.

Had she been just the least bit rational, she’d at least still have Barnaby and Ismelda on her side, but instead she was all alone with only her thoughts for company. Deep down she felt she deserved all the bad things that happened to her. The only thing that kept her going was her desire to get revenge on Rakepick, and was more than willing to throw her entire life away to do it.

#ask avi #hphm #my art #reina cortez oc #hogwarts mystery #hphm reina #hphm mc #talbott winger #hphm talbott #rowan khanna #merula snyde #emily tyler #hphm rowan #hphm merula

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Amber Cottrell NSFW Alphabet.

AYYY! SO! Uh this has been a very long time coming! Amber Cottrell is my OC from The Man Of My Dreams and Freddy’s girl! I love her so much and she is a massive slut, our favourite porn protagonist and I can’t believe that I haven’t done a NSFW Alphabet for her so here it is! Freddy is mentioned here of course but this is mostly outlined for her fucking with someone who is not Freddy, in this case, you the reader. Let’s just say this is one of those AU’s of mine that Freddy is cool sharing with her and she wants to be shared! Hope you enjoy this and it gives you more insight into her character!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Affectionate. Touchy. Usually Amber likes to go hard and enjoys sex to be rough and kink filled and that is of course very intense and emotionally draining, she checks in and makes sure her partner is okay. She’s a very submissive person and is on the receiving end of the majority of the rougher stuff but she is educated and well aware that dom drop is a thing and wants her partner to feel as comforted and cared for as she does. Wants to linger with them and enjoy a lot of physical intimacy and casual pillow talk, she loves to cuddle.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Amber is a big fan of two things, her legs and her hair. She has always loved and taken great care of her hair even when it was on the shorter side, she adores the shade of red she has and would never dream of dying it as well as the curls and volume and bounce it has. Even though she is short at 5’2 she loves how long her legs look especially in any of the extensive heels she has in her collection.

On her partner? She loooves their arms and hands. Being wrapped up in them, hanging off their arm, feeling how strong they are, just loves, loves, loves them. Adores hands, feeling them on her, soft or rough is obsessed with hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Amber Cottrell is a cum slut. Like full on, flat out, full stop. She loves cum, on her, in her, tasting it, feeling it and she is not the type to clean up unless necessary. The feeling of it leaking out of her is a favourite, she swallows without thinking, loves facials and if you cum somewhere on her body and she can re-dress and get away without it being visible she won’t clean it off her body. She’s nasty like that, loves the naughty secret of feeling your cum slowly drying on her skin with no one but you both knowing. Only exception is with some very expensive and favoured vintage clothing pieces she owns that she would be worried about dry cleaning cum out of or off of.

She herself gets very wet and yes she is a squirter, not every time, but get her a few orgasms deep and focus heavily on that sweet spot with some penetration as well as when she is super turned on or edged a lot and you can make it happen with relative ease and even have it happen multiple times in a row. She tastes a little tangy, a little salty, a little sweet, utterly addictive.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Amber loves doing filthy things and no one knows about it. Doing dirty things for herself and using it to improve her day, boost her confidence, turn her on, get her off, more and more. Taking a naughty selfie in a semi-public space she might get caught, wearing ben-wa balls or a butt plug in public, that kind of thing. She loves how so many people look at her and see her as a friend or as a cute woman or a serious career woman at her job and never suspecting what a freak she is with her nipple clamps on under her bra at this business meeting right now.

Also she is bi and polyam, duh.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She is now but experience didn’t come until she was twenty five, thanks to Freddy. Pre-that she had some make-outs, a few brief hookups but nothing to write home about. After Freddy in the course of their first year she gained sooo much experience. She very, very much knows what she is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press or face down ass up. She loves positions where her partner has clear power over her, is able to pin her down or throw their weight around and really give it to her. She loves feeling smaller than her partner, feeling helpless and like she is being used. For the mating press she loves being able to cling to her partner and have so much contact, being covered by her partners body and almost crushed, so close together. Face down ass up for the dominance, the spots it can hit, ease for spanking and hair pulling and the lack of basic intimacy like seeing your face or eye contact. Both are opposite ends of the spectrum for her but so fucking good.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You get both. Amber can be giggly and laugh and joke, (I mean Freddy is her main dude of fucking course she can be fucking goofy during) but she can get swept up into the intensity and be very serious. Get her into that needy sub headspace and she will be much more serious and so in the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Impeccably so. Takes great care of her hair up top like we mentioned and she gets waxed, the carpet does match the drapes, she is a natural red-head, she goes almost totally bare but she is a fan of having a little landing strip. She is smooth, soft and moisturised regularly, skin care is a big thing for her.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Amber can be very romantic but not often. She is a much bigger fan of the actual physical stuff, just getting down and dirty and rough or being silly and goofy but when she IS in that mood? Romantic and caring as fuck, she can totally turn it on and display a surprising amount of intimacy and softness in the moment but usually that comes out more post fuck then during.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Amber cums the hardest with added risk. Her favourite is when she makes that move and is manager of a whole department at her work, her own private office on a high floor.

Some Friday’s after a long and stressful week or sometimes when something went especially well she treats herself. She hangs around a bit after the day is technically done but the office isn’t empty. She makes herself a drink from the wet bar in her office because of course she has that, scotch on the rocks typically and then mid-way through her drink she pops open that secret drawer on her desk.

She pulled out the few toys she keeps there and with the door unlocked, to up the risk factor further, she will masturbate there in her office. Panties off, one heel up on her desk as she rubs her clit, butt plug snugly planted in her ass and palms one of her tits under her blouse.

OR! Her ultimate, her total, major fave, she gets half undressed. Skirt and panties off, blouse open, bra still on, thigh high stockings, garterbelt and heels still on she puts her suction cup dildo on her window and gets her bullet vibe and rides it hard until she makes a mess on the glass. Her floor is up high and the chance of someone seeing her is nil, especially with how the sun sets but she cums hardest when masturbating by doing this.

Starts her weekend off right.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

How much time you got?

Fearplay-She loves the added rush fear gives, the edge it brings to sex and play, makes her cum harder. (Again she’s with Freddy, what do you expect?)

Knifeplay/Bloodplay-Goes into the top one, loves fear, loves danger but also she is a painslut and it heightens the pleasure and makes it better. (Also again, Freddy, she is obsessed with that glove.)

Ropeplay/Restraints In General- She wants to be tied up, held down, wants desperately to be made immoible and helpless, it helps turn her brain off and makes her so susceptible.

Edging/Orgasm Denial- Edging is a major kink, it makes everything feel soooo much better, she loves being denied, loves how it riles her up, makes her more turned on, how it frustrates her, how intense it is and how it makes the eventual orgasm sooo much better.

Let’s run down a few more. Humiliation, dirty talk, degradation, exhibitionism, spanking, choking, painplay, role play, unfairness, her partner just being mean to her, praise, sub/dom dynamics.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Risky, semi-public, uncomfortable places or in bed. She can’t help it, she either wants to be on her knees in a parking garage going down on you or up against the wall of a bathroom stall or in a soft plush bed with lots of comfort and space.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A look, flirty conversation, an outfit, lingerie, a text, it being an average fucking Tuesday. She gets turned on and worked up easily. But especially if her partner desires her and expresses that in some fashion subtle or overt, particularly in public.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Daddy or mommy kink. So, so sorry but not even for Freddy is she willing to bust out the Daddy so you have no chance. It just isn’t for her, she will use Master/Mistress or Sir or some other title of power or ownership but Daddy/Mommy is the hardline, no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. Amber Cottrell’s specialty is oral, sucking dick or eating pussy she is way too good at it. Hungry, needy, enthusiastic, she will go down on you with a passionate fervour that conveys that you are the best thing she has ever tasted and she will take direction amazingly well. She will pay attention to your reactions, will change it up and try new things, it won’t get stale and she is down to do it anywhere, anytime.

She does love to get tho and makes the cutest sounds. She won’t be able to help herself, moans and gasps, would have her fingers in your hair and tug on it, beg so prettily and get so into it she will grind on your tongue. She cums really hard from oral, can squirt from it and her thighs will squeeze your head as she moans your name and endless breathless praise at you. A sample has been provided. "God! Yes, yes, yes! Ri-right there, don-don't stop! M' so fuck-ing closssse-"

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A mix, she loves it fast and rough or slow and sensual depending on the mood or mixing that even further. Slow and rough is good, damn good.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She loves a good risky quickie but a lot of her kinks lend to longer sessions and those realllly satisfy her deeply and down to her bones and she loves them much more. Quickies can be a thing around three or four times a week but she prefers at least one long session per week, MINIMUM, she would be happiest with two longer sessions a week and some quickies sprinkled in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I have gone on and on about yes. She is the most down to experiment and takes a ton of risks and is so down for almost anything you want to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ooooh this bitch can go. She could give the energizer bunny a run for its money. She can go as long as you can basically, she loves going for a few hours and can do it easily. She is very multi-orgasmic, loves to give, and has a lot of energy and creativity. As for how long she lasts it depends on you, how riled up she is and how hard you go at it, how many kinks you pile up. She can cum very quickly depending. Thank God she can go and go.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns several. Has a good collection. Restraints, dildos silicone or glass, multiple vibes of many kinds and types and intensities. Paddles, floggers, a riding crop, collar and leash and anal plugs and beads, a ton of lubes too. She is well stocked.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She looooooves to tease nearly as much as she loves to be teased. She loves sending dirty pictures and texts, whispering things in your ear in public, and dressing provocatively. Foreplay can and does start hours before actual sex with Amber often.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She can be quiet when she needs to but it is a struggle. She is very vocal. She moans, gasps, whimpers and begs, talks dirty and praises and has been known to cry from both extreme pleasure and pain. She can’t help it, she loves to let you know how good it is, how well you are doing and how it feels and it also makes it feel better for her too! She whines and moans and it makes it feel just so much better, it feeds into itself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Thigh riding ruins her. Sit her on your thigh with her wrists behind her back and kiss her neck, tease and dirty talk and make her grind on you to get off and she will become a mess so fucking fast. Easiest way to see Amber become a little fucking wreck for you, pure sub, a good opener to get her to do basically anything you want.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Amber has like solid 36 DDD’s, she is fair skinned and has a lot of freckles, a lot on her face, her chest and thighs and arms. Also a lot of scars from her times with Freddy, she has a capital F carved on her collar bone that is her favourite, has the word “YES” carved on her hip from a session with him and a lot of other scars all over.

She has a heart shaped tattoo on her other hip that is drawn with red and green lines. Amber has many piercings, her tongue, nose, belly button, barbells through her nipples going horizontal and a VCH too.

She is not rail thin, she is thicker, she has a smaller waist but a some tummy, thick thighs and as for between her legs her pussy is mostly smooth other than the landing strip she likes, soft, get’s wet easily, pink and small lips and clit, very sensitive.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Very high. She wants it often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

From being with Freddy she is used to being asleep usually when fucking, so sleep and sex are heavily tied but she has a lot of natural energy and unless you really wear her out she can be up for a while and make sure you are totally good before passing out.

#BHF ocs #Amber Cottrell #TMOMD #The Man Of My Dreams #I LOVE HER #Hope you all vibe #Loved doing this #Love her

[sturchling]

Salt-Fic September Day 29: Well At Least I’m Not Working With A Terrorist

Damian was ready to destroy Lila, and he had yet to have the displeasure of meeting her. Marinette had been filling him in on everything that Lila had been saying and he already hated the liar. But Marinette had asked him not to do anything to Lila for now. She still wanted to honor Adrien’s request to take the high road.

But a few weeks later, Damian would regret that he agreed to Marinette’s request. She signed on to the video call and was trying to hide her face and arms. It wasn’t long before Damian caught sight of what he was trying to hide. She had a black eye and several other injuries on her arms. Damian saw red and was ready to go to Paris and kill the class for doing this to Marinette.

 But Marinette didn’t want him to hurt the class. “It isn’t all their fault. Yeah, they pushed me down the stairs, but Lila is the one that convinced them to do it. She is the problem.” Damian couldn’t agree more. This time, nothing would stop him from ending the liar. He started making plans. He knew that Lila had lied about him and the rest of the Waynes, so that would be easy. But Damian didn’t want to stop there, that is too easy. He started call all the celebrities he knew to make this as big a production as possible. He wanted the liar to suffer.

 The next week, Damian arrived in Paris. And he had a massive entourage in tow. Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Prince Ali, and several others that the liar had told stories of. His brothers had also tagged along to watch the show. There was no way that they were going to miss this show.

 They walked into Marinette’s class room on a mission. Marinette was shocked to see them there. Even more shocked when she saw the group of people behind him. But no one was more shocked than Lila. She instantly recognized all the people who had entered the room and a sense of dread filled her. She tried to slip out of the room unnoticed, but the group was blocking the door. Damian started the show at this point. “Lila Rossi! We have heard that you are telling stories about us. I am here to serve you a lawsuit on behalf of the Wayne family and Wayne Enterprises. These other people behind me also have lawsuits for you. You will stop lying about us now, or face more severe consequences.” Alya jumped to the defense of her friend, but is quickly shut down when Damian throws a file of evidence at her. “That right there is the proof you always demand from Marinette. The journalist demanding sources and not getting them herself is disgraceful.”

 Alya flipped through the file, expecting that the work would be poor and she would be able to disprove his claims. But the file was incredibly thorough. There were no holes in the evidence. The rest of the celebrities piled on the paperwork in front of Lila as the class realized that their friend was nothing more than a liar. Lila was furious and scared and whipped around to face Damian and his brothers again. “You! You are such a horrible person! To publicly embarrass me just for telling some stories! You are despicable!” Then Damian pulled out his ace up his sleeve. “Well, at least I’m not working with a terrorist.”

 See, Marinette had told him about how she had seen Lila grab an akuma on purpose when she was akumatized the seventh time. Damian was shocked that this liar would be so brazen, and he knew that the reveal of her crimes would be his finale. When he said that, the class erupted with shocked mumbles. Unfortunately for Lila, Damian had already told the Parisian police about what she had done. She was arrested and expelled from Paris so she could not endanger the civilians of Paris any longer. Marinette was so thankful to Damian for his help. She walked up to him. “So that is what you had planned. It was an interesting show to watch.” After that, things improved in Marinette’s life greatly. She transferred to an arts school in the city and got away from the toxicity in Francois Dupont. Damian and Marinette ended up dating soon after the reveal and have been together ever since. Marinette found new friends at her school that treated her with the kindness that she missed from her old friends. She is happier than she had been in a long time, and it was all thanks to Damian’s protective streak when it comes to the people close to him.

Hope you guys liked it! @maribat-central-official

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[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

Enzo anon here - the more this era is progressing, my theory about gaymila being used as damage control and for profit seems to be happenening.

I have some thoughts that I know many other CS share, i think it would be good to summarise what i’ve seen on different blogs into one post as well as adding my own theory. So this will be a long one but i hope you guys find it insightful and Stuck thank you again for giving me a space on your blog!

Let’s look back on CC2 and the aftermath of its release. A quick disclaimer : I’ll only be addressing her situation in terms of the social/PR aspect as we have no idea what other factors might be at play such as contracts and money etc.

It’s fair to say that C was and is not in a good place reputation wise. Señorita was of course a smash hit but was mostly used to promote S. Her fans complained about C almost becoming a double act with S. These fans understandably signed up for C, not S and so subsequently most of them unfollowed her on SM and stopped paying attention to her to escape the constant Showmila. For the GP, Showmila became a mockery and so it’s asking a lot from her fans to stay when she was constantly embarrassing herself to the point that it made it uncomfortable for them. Of course with this comes the racist controversies also involving Normani which brought back the entire 5H feud. This put C even further than she already was against LAND and so the narrative that she was hated by the other girls for being obnoxious and attention seeking was further reinforced by her being racist towards N. All of this made/makes Camila extremely easy to hate, to the public she seems like a privileged straight girl who has never once had any sort of difficulty or obstacle in her life.

On the CS side of the fandom, many having left after having enough of the Showmila circus, leaves very few CS to fight back against the narrative. Even more leave after Lauren’s bombshell of a podcast. For example, this graph from google trends show how searches for “camren” or “camila cabello camren” are/were decreasing.

We know that CS are a very large part of C’s fanbase so who are we left with ? Many solo C stans all have converted into SS accounts and again even then S takes the main focus, not C. So… its not looking good, having people being fans of yours only for your relationship is a risky move business wise. We’ve all wanted Showmila to end for a long while and we definitely can all agree that the end is long overdue, infact a lot of us believe that had there not been the pandemic they would’ve broken up a while ago. So where does C stand now? Well, in my opinion, after this entire circus (which unfortunately is still ongoing) C is in a very vulnerable position. How does she promote her upcoming album with so much of her fanbase gone? Perhaps a big break up album? That option doesn’t sound great when she most likely will get the short end of the stick narrative wise and be further disliked by the little fans she does has left. If Camila doesn’t have Shawn anymore, the SS will most likely all disappear leaving her with a very limited amount of people who have the guts to actually publicly support her. Another option she could have is to keep riding on this relationship until people get bored, only that’s already happening and Showmila does not have the punch it once did to get a second Señorita. What about a fake pregnancy or a marriage? God we hope not and I really believe that Camila would do anything in her power to avoid that as we’ve seen how extremely unhappy she seems just being his girlfriend. For all we know Shawn might be very against this idea too and even if they did go along with it would it really be enough to promote CC3 ? After a few weeks the excitement would have died down again and leave them both back to square one. Not to mention that C getting married/pregnant would make even some of her most dedicated fans leave for good and would still not be enough to get her out of the racist accusations.

This is where my theory comes into play, however i think her team will only follow through with this if they are smart and if they aren’t actually sabotaging her. This past year I watched as Taylor Swift released her two albums and broke numerous records and achieved incredible success. I do not think this success would’ve been achieved had it not been for the insane rise in speculation over her sexuality due to her new songs. T is of course a household name, she’s earned her place amongst the top artists of this generation but people were starting to get bored hearing dramatic songs about her oh so difficult love life being a straight white girl. This is why when folklore and evermore came out there was so much buzz and excitement about T possibly being LGBTQ to the point that it found it’s way to the GP. People were wondering what these gay songs with gay lyrics were and so they went to listen for themselves. Eventually tons and tons of extra streams and talk generated from people who would’ve otherwise never paid attention. Myself included. You can see below on google trends the massive increase in online searches for “gaylor swift”. The gaylor side of tumblr also expanded as there had never been so many songs with so much queer interpretations to analyse and discuss and more and more of the GP were getting curious enough to read the blogs. Regardless if you think Taylor is gay or not, the general public discussing it was an essential part in improving her image for Gen Z and promoting her albums thus creating $$$ for her team and label.

Keeping this in mind, I believe that C might (not having many options left to salvage her career/reputation) take a page out of TS’s book and have an era that will attract more LGBT fans than ever before. We’ve seen how camren is slowly coming back. Even just by C liking a picture of L’s it was enough to bring back out a whole lot of fans who had abandoned her. Her team see this, they know this, they are aware. If talks of Camila being gay will generate more $$$ they will use that to their advantage and push out the new gay narrative as much as they can. I don’t think she will explicitly come out any time soon, and i don’t think that they will “confirm camren” but this era will definitely set her up for it in the future like the way it has for TS and it will give her a stable fanbase for a long while, which at the moment she is in dire need of.

Although C would’ve probably liked her relationship with L to remain private I think she may have no other choice but to use it more than she ever has before to save herself. Sadly no amount of self improvement and apologies will ever erase her racist past, it will follow her forever and people will never stop talking about it, unless there’s something more interesting to discuss. That’s the way the internet works, a photo of camren together in 2021/2022 would generate more buzz than anything Showmila related. Not only would all of the CS who left come back but all the anti-CS would be talking about it too and an entire wave of new fans would be interested enough to join. There would be no room to talk about Camila Cabello being racist when Camila Cabello is actually gay/dating Lauren Jauregui is the new talk.

Of course this entire process will not be instant but we can see that they are building up to something like that. Perhaps Camren being public friends again which would still generate a ton of talk as it did back in the 5H days. She will not instantly break up with S and then be seen making out with L the next day but I do think that although it wasn’t her or her teams plan to use her relationship/sexuality, i think she has no other choice if she ever wants to gain favour with the public again. Let’s not forget that the rest of 5H seem to be on their way to having new music out very very soon and just as camren worked to promote 5H in the old days it will work again in 2021/2022. This would encourage her team even more to follow this route as it would suit everyone, even if they no longer are a group they will always be connected.

We shall wait and see what happens, of course circumstantial situations may arise to cause them to switch up their plans but for now all this 5H, camren and gaymila interactions are no coincidence. That’s for sure.

This concludes my very long post! thank you to anyone who took the time to read this, thank you again to Stuck and if anyone has anything else to add that i might have missed or any questions don’t hesitate! I love hearing what everyone else has to say. To clarify these are all my personal thoughts and speculations and I am not claiming to know anything for certain.

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Wow, I didn't expect to be a window into another great submission from my dear buddies, but Enzo, I loved your post. And I really totally agree with you in what you mentioned.

The truth is that it is true, Camila has been selling her LGBT + agenda of hers since 2020 and even long before because I always had the theory that she would be let out after having a big heterosexual PR circus. This PR circus with the diva is that circus and what we have been seeing, because it checks all our theories.

As for Gaymila, she has always been there. More crushed with the fucking circus shit maybe, but she's always been there and one thing I want to emphasize is that most of Camila's fandom other than SS or homophobic, would accept Camila out of the closet, ALWAYS AND WHEN NOT WITH LAUREN.

That is why I think Camila would have more followers if the aforementioned are left aside, because they would have no problem supporting her and we would be more, considering that those clowns are partly paid fans and bots.

I don't think she will even give him permission to leave her, but if she does it is because that would also be part of her contract. Of her agreeing to do all this theater of the absurd with the circus, as long as they let her out at the end.

The fucking shit hole that is the industry knows that it has to please its LGBT + audience because we are the ones who support artists the most. The main audience for them may always be heterosexuals, but when they get bored and look for something else, the ace up their sleeve will always be the community and with the examples that you have given my dear Enzo, that is proof of it.

The thing with Camila is that she's never been in the closet. They forced her into a closet and that's different. Camila always felt good being herself and they have tried to cover that with different types of circuses since she was in the band because it is what suits business.

What we are seeing now with Camila is that, a double agenda, that of the circus managed by the idiots behind it and Camila's own agenda that lets us see Gaymila from time to time.

And when I talk about an agenda, I do not do it in a negative way but as something that she must have already planned.

My theme now is that it will come in that aspect. I don't think I'm waiting for a circus engagement or a lavender marriage, but I do hope that Camila can set Gaymila freer every time. Unfortunately, everything else is still very screwed up and this circus just represses it more and more.

The problem is that as long as she does not regain some control over her career and her image, no matter how small, nothing will change.

#submission #enzo anon #love you buddy

[sofreddie]

Friday Feature: May 7, 2021

Welcome to Feature Friday, where every Friday I feature a different Fanfic Writer’s blog. This week’s Feature Blog is:

Link to Masterlist

About the Author:

I’m a college professor with a writing hobby that I can’t give enough attention to. I like to think I live in the woods in a little cottage, but the truth is that I’m just a homebody in a relatively large town in Eastern NC. I’m a procrastinator with a colorful repertoire that drinks a lot of coffee and hates folding laundry (but I do it anyway). A massive reader/lover of all things Jensen Ackles and Dean Winchester. I actually began my love of Supernatural by walking randomly into my mother-in-law’s house one afternoon and I caught the end of “Yellow Fever” where Jensen lip syncs “Eye of the Tiger”. I lost myself in his green eyes right in front of my husband and in-laws and never looked back.

Fun fact: Jensen wrote one of my tattoos for me.

Author’s Fave Personal Fics:

It Was You (Series Masterlist)

Summary: A holiday (Christmas centric) Jensen x Female!Reader Best Friends to Lovers Series: Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?

Why the author likes this fic:

My most recent series that came with all the holiday feels. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy and it’s a friends to lovers fic, which is my personal favorite trope.

Ever After

Summary: An Enchanted!Themed Dean X Reader One Shot: Dean and the reader are investigating some mysterious happenings in Louisiana that they suspect to be a witch. When they arrive, things are not as they seem and they find themselves transported to an alternate universe where things get… weird.

Why the author likes this fic:

This was originally written for a Disney themed challenge and the film I selected was Enchanted. I actually still think about this fic a lot, and it is one of my favorites.

Moments (Series Masterlist)

Summary: Another Jensen x Reader Series: Attending a convention has always been a dream - and that dream is now a reality. Little did you know a clumsy run-in would lead to meeting one of your favorite actors. Who knows what the weekend will hold.

Why the author likes this fic:

My first completed series holds a special place in my heart. Inspired by an actual dream of mine and an anonymous ask combined, I loved the characters I got to use in this story and how the story played out. I’m still hoping to include an epilogue, but it’ll happen one of these days.

Author’s Fic Recommendations:

Legally Yours (Series Masterlist) by @smol-and-grumpy

Summary: Dean Winchester tops the list of hottest entrepreneurs 2020 and yet, there’s still something he wants but can’t have because, in order to get that, he would have to settle down and get married. She agrees too quickly because she wants to secure a more comfortable life for her and her daughter. Will she be able to help Dean get what he wants without losing herself in the fake story they spin up to deceive his father and the world?

Why the author likes this fic:

(A) @smol-and-grumpy is much better at summaries than I am. (B) I am legitimately obsessed with this series. I will have it in print one of these days. It’s hot, fluffy, angsty, and it pulls your heart strings in a million different directions, but its also hottt. I dropped everything I was doing each time I got an update and chapter after chapter astonished me with talent in writing. It pulled me in and never let go and I’m so grateful for it.

The Arrangement (Series Masterlist) by @ravengirl94

Summary: In an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both…

Why the author likes this fic:

(A) I’m realizing I suck as summaries (B) I’m noticing a trend in my all-time-favorite-series C) I have read this series about 100 times and I’m not exaggerating. It is my go-to comfort fic and has me in feels every time. I adore it more than I can say. @ravengirl94’s characterization of Dean in this fic is breathtaking, and the plot is incredible.

Flashes; (Series Masterlist) by @our-jensen-ackles-love

Summary: Playboy Jensen Ackles is hurting his television show’s image. Every time he promised to get his act together, it’d last for about a week before pictures emerge of him half-drunk with some broad on his arm. Fed up and desperate, his agent decides their only hope to save some face is to write up a contract with a nobody girl who could use the money while getting to play the role of Jensen’s girlfriend.

It was only for a year and it was only for the photos.

But feelings don’t always follow the rules, do they?

Why the author likes this fic:

(A) Do you notice the trend now? I have a fake-dating au obsession (and when you mix that with a little bit of gruff Jensen/Dean in the beginning… OOF). (B) I’ve told her many times, but this is my fave by my fave. I adore @our-jensen-ackles-love to infinity and beyond and this is the series that started my friendship with her. I screamed incoherently at her in a message because Flashes; was giving me all the emotions and I fell deeply in love with it, and then I never left her alone after that.

[SOFreddie Note: Flashes lives rent-free in my brain. Forever.]

Additional note from author:

Each of the above creators are amazing and I will forever be grateful to have read these fics. I’d buy them all in print if I could.

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[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 3: Apdnarg is Really Hard to Spell

 Yo guys, people are getting vaccinated, the sun is parting through the clouds, and I felt so nice that I even stopped listening to quite so many throwback 00′s BTS mashups (and yet I keep clicking on these dissonant catastrophes thinking “this time it’s got to be better. This time they’ll figure it out.” and like, no. Turns out you can’t match Brittany’s Toxic with BTS’ Black Swan. You can’t do that.)

This must be a sign that things are getting better. If anything, it means my personal tastes are improving. I mean I only clicked on like 3 “Dark Academia” Playlists where I could pretend I’m some sort of spooky witch in an abandoned library with a bad music player and basic taste in classical music (like can we ban Satie from Youtube for a little while?). Hell, I might even do a prompt update to this blog!

Yeah, you heard me, I’m actually going to stay ahead of the update schedule for Yugioh Abridged (maybe. I haven’t actually watched cuz of spoilers, I just noticed the thumbnail pop up on Youtube and was like “Damn it, they came out of hiatus??? I got hurry UP.”)

Anyway, speaking of the sky parting.

I’ll have you know my bro said this is actually more like a circumcision and it was one of the worst thing I have ever heard.

We get a chance to take in this lineup of confusing and varied character designs, and Joey. who is...still Joey.

The animators probably had to hold a strike in order for them to put Yugi in the audience, lets be real. There are TOO MANY PEOPLE in this shot and one is wearing a turban where you draw every single wrap. I hope those artists charged by the line.

Tea has a subplot where she’s just very frustrated with everyone she knows. They have been traveling together for like many weeks and got trapped in a foreign country so I get it. But at the same time, it’s kind of hard to picture Tea with female friends.

Because right now you got this 12 year old child, the other duelist who does not care about anything besides cards, and Kaiba’s 3 dragon cards that we’ve all collectively decided are female.

Hell it’s almost like the writers are asking themselves why Tea is here. Maybe they forgot. There’s no more ghosts to bus, no more people to knock out with her ass with random Olympic feats. Tea’s just sidelining.

(read more under the cut)

Mokuba is a itty bit bit taller this season, and so I guess that means he can legally climb on top of the cherry picker in order to give a riveting speech.

Really says a lot about Mokuba that he is so unphased about talking to, I dunno...an entire planet of people. Kind of a shame we never see this courage from Mokuba used for anything other than talking really, really big and giving everyone around him a really hard time.

Mokuba takes a moment to dunk on Yugi Muto, as is Kaiba tradition.

And then introduce the first pair of duelists, which obviously must be between the few people in this tournament that we actually know and care about.

Thankfully, in between last episode and this episode, Yugi has figured out who his own Grandpa is. This is a relief, because Yugi is such a mess, that I was fully convinced it would take over half a season for him to recognize it. I mean how long did it take him to figure out he shares a body with a ghost? Like half a season?

Instead Yugi recovered gracefully from not recognizing his grandpa, but it’s not like he bothered to tell anyone else, so the rest of our cast is just gonna be like “Is he my hairdresser? The guy who delivers my mail? Who is this guy who made absolutely no significant changes to his outfit or voice?”

Like sometimes this show goes full Spongebob silly kid’s show and you never know when to take it seriously or not. They might be sacrificing the entire cast next episode. I really don’t know. But for now their big concern is who is grandpa??? Like an innocent card version of “Are you my Mother?”

Faced with public speaking, Yugi decides to have a melt down.

We have seen him face monsters, we’ve seen him on TV dozens of times, he’s been in multiple competitions...but give a speech? Of course he can’t do that. The kid doesn’t attend enough school to know how to do that. Them’s learning skills.

And that was when a newly assembled wife-jet spliced through the sky like a souped up razer scooter and deposited 1 fully equipped Seto Kaiba in a Buzz Lightyear jetsuit.

THE RECOVERY.

Seto always watching over his Brother, ready to save this awkward party if it kills him (and it really should, that suit is held together by two seat-belts), making sure to get on that platform before Yugi starts going off about how he’s half an Ancient Egyptian. (Ah, life before social media. You could just be hella famous and also half a dead dude and people would just not know. I kinda miss the time before I knew literally everything about everyone.)

Please admire how close those flames are to setting Mokuba’s heavily hairsprayed mane completely alight. It would be an unforgettable spectacle.

These were absolutely just random ass jet packs that Gozaburo Kaiba made to kill hell tons of people, right? Like Seto found it in the family cabin, clutched to the heart of some crispy fried corpse and was like “neat! Mokuba! I found a cool toy!” and just plucked that thing out of that skeleton’s clutches and has been flying around for months?

Like this is Seto Kaiba’s Butter Glider, right?

Seriously what type of vehicle license do you need for one of these things? RIP My ‘Seto only has a scooter license’ headcanon.

Which I’m only even thinking about because I’ve had to try and make an appt with the DMV for days to get a freakin REAL ID. I went to sleep in 2019 and I could fly on a plane. I woke up in 2021 and it’s like “Want one last screw you?” and just...can 2020 please stop screwing me over? It’s March.

Anyway, the Jet is removed soon after, so no, this is not part of his new outfit. He goes right back to his Post-S4-Trauma-Normcore.

After wrestling this competition out of his brother’s hands and confusing everyone in the audience, Roland must have gotten the memo to cut the microphone before Seto got too excited and we were quickly ushered on to the next stage of the tournament.

One sec...the BTS Mashup playlist I just clicked on did a Black Swan X 7 rings mashup and it’s the worst thing my ears have ever heard.

Holy crap. I had to actually turn down my volume. Like...Ariana Grande already has music that has way too many overlapping singing parts on it--and then lets just stick a 52-person boy band on top? That’ll fix it. Yeah. Go ahead.

Wow. Even I had to change the song and you know how much I enjoy pop culture mistakes.

Spot the Mickey but like a million times easier because it’s a Massive Dick Shaped Dragon.

Yep. That’s my grocery shopping outfit. Except maybe not a lab coat and a duel disk. Wish I had a duel disk, that would make social distancing just a hell ton earlier. Just a “Yo, only one person in checkout, please” and then bap them on the head with a propelled discuss/hologram.

Anyway, Grocery shopping/Doctor man dueled the Purple Hair Boy, and considering that Purple Hair got screen time and shook Yugi’s hand once--I think that Doctor man doesn’t stand a freakin chance.

Good. I hate him.

Also, every time he breathes he’s gonna fog up his glasses. I have experience in this area. He can’t read his own cards in the same way I can’t read my phone if I’m in the refrigerated aisle.

So the way this tournament works, is everyone has to sit in the stadium to watch the show. Kinda like showing up to a football stadium just to watch a recorded TV monitor...but then again...that is how it feels to watch a football game at a football stadium when it’s live (at least with the tickets I usually get.)

And as we watch Grandpa waiting for his competitor, we find out that his competitor (Joey) is too busy eating snacks to give him the time of day.

Why do cartoon hot dogs always have lettuce? Is that seriously supposed to be relish? Or is there a place in the world where you put lettuce on your hot dog?

Sorry, bro has just informed of his favorite hot dog order, which is absolutely terrible so I will share it with you: a Five Guys hot dog with ketchup, mustard, pickle relish, onions, mushrooms, pickled peppers, and you guessed it--topped with freakin lettuce.

My own kin. How am I over 30 and just finding out that my baby brother thinks it’s normal to walk into a restaurant with normal god-fearing law-abiding people and order lettuce and mushrooms on a hot dog?

I have fully failed him.

The rest of this episode is watching both Joey Wheeler and Mokuba have a shared panic attack while Seto does freakin nothing.

Please remember that Seto has both a jetpack and a dragon wife plane and could have easily solved this problem. But nah.

Then again, Seto Kaiba has given this crew so MANY rides, that maybe he’s tired of being the Soccer Mom for the team?

Like they don’t actually say this episode, but Seto was the one in charge of like...this entire place, do you think he made the 2 for 1 special just to get Joey where it hurts the most? Or does it actually not take any subterfuge to screw Joey Wheeler because he’s just naturally this way?

Like Mokuba wasn’t there when Joey was told “stay right here, and then we will all go together to fight Dartz” and Joey was like “I’mma save Mai from herself although she told me not to!” and then he Hella Died. But, Mokuba did see the result, AKA, Joey’s dead body being carried on the back of Tristan. Maybe Mokuba never realized that Joey died because he went out of his way to be late?

Lets do a tally of every time I can recall with my dodgy memory that Joey was threatened to be DQ’d/pretty much was DQ’d either by his own fault or no fault of his own

-When he wasn’t allowed to go on the boat to Murder Island because he was a stupid nobody kid who did not have a dueling glove

-When he wasn’t actually supposed to be in Pegasus’ tourney and was, in fact, secretly using half of Yugi’s entrance ticket the entire time

-when Bandit Keith stole the ticket that Joey got from Yugi so then Joey had to borrow Mai’s ticket although she had just used it so it really shouldn't have counted. Because, really anyone could have just piggy backed off of each other’s ticket until the whole boat went through that castle.

-When his account was hacked to get entered into Kaiba’s tourney when Kaiba very clearly told him he could not apply solely because he was Joey Wheeler.

-When he was late to his sister’s eye surgery because he got mugged by Marik’s Rare Hunters, so she almost refused to do the surgery.

-When Joey got possessed by Marik, and as Marik, threatened to murder everyone else in the tournament including both of the Kaiba brother’s who’s tournament it was, and then chained himself to Yugi Muto to throw both of them to the bottom of the ocean.

-I think there was a point when he threatened to attack Kaiba in Kaiba’s own tourney while not possessed? Like several times?

-when he got struck by Lightning and almost did not stand up fast enough after being struck by lightning, which is apparently a type of DQ in Duel Monsters.

-When he tried to save Mai from getting hit by a fireball, but then Yugi did it instead, and then so many people were standing on the dueling platform that Kaiba couldn’t possibly DQ them all.

-When he entered the restricted area of the blimp in order to hassle Kaiba into landing the Blimp, which Kaiba did not do.

-When Marik killed Joey before Joey could press the “go” button on his duel disk to play the card that should have won Joey the match.

-When he was dueling a lawyer in a digital universe but then the dice was like...weighted? So Noah had to walk over and be like “The hell is this weighted dice? This is my perfect digital world? How did you even do that?” and then Joey won because the match was no longer legit.

-When Joey yelled at Noah too much and so Noah turned Joey to stone for being a rude ass spectator

-When Mai was like “Wheeler and Valon, listen closely: do NOT murder each other” and then Joey did a murder on Valon so she was like “I guess I have no choice, I was very clear” and killed Joey straight up.

-When Joey decided to block Seto’s fireballs while Joey Wheeler WAS a playing card, somehow disrespecting both Dartz and Seto Kaiba at the same time.

-When Joey was playing cards but then got absorbed into a giant Leviathan and basically couldn’t play anymore after that.

-There’s probably hell ton of S0 stuff I just haven’t seen yet.

-This episode

And Joey runs fast for a montage of wacky things that really have no business being in a theme park. Things like this:

(remember when Bakura almost died from a rock that ended up being a balloon? It comes full circle.)

The stuff that the Kaiba brother’s think is normal and fun.

Anyway Joey fights off a bunch of hologram snakes and bats and everyone is like “Should we tell him it’s just holograms???” And it’s like wow, guys, how many times have these ‘holograms’ straight up murdered Joey Wheeler and everyone else on this cast? Too many? Because I have a google doc with so many deaths on it. 7,805,844,048, to be exact.

Anyway, he gets there with five seconds to spare and Mokuba’s like “well at least you were still entertaining while we filmed you in front of a live audience being a total spaz for 15 minutes straight, so I’ll let you go.”

Grandpa and Joey start playing, Joey completely oblivious that this is just an older Muto, while Hawkins walks up awkwardly and is like “hey guys. I’m so sorry about this.”

(welcome to my font choices, for those new here, I have to make weird font color choices to make sure it’s legible for the colorblind and also for the non-colorblind. This one is not much contrast, so I may change it up in the future, but for now, this is Grandpa Muto’s new font. I apologize to every graphic designer reading this. Please don’t tell anyone who has ever hired me for graphic design about this blog.)

What’s funny about this exchange is that after they find out that Yugi’s Grandpa is Apdnarg (HOLY my brain cannot get around the spelling for that, and I will not change it in the caps. I cannot do a ‘pdn’ ever again), they don’t stand on his side of the field or anything. Hawkins is legit Solomon Muto’s only fan during this exchange and like...damn. Way not to back your Grandpa, Yugi.

Yugi immediately strides up to Mokuba to non-confrontation-ally inform him that he has stepped over a line and Mokuba is like “what are these things you say called ‘lines?’”

According to Mokuba, Solomon Muto begged him to be in the competition so he could relive his glory days (glory days making no sense here, because the game has only been released for the past 15 years, so glory days is like...the before times that can only be referring to disgraced archeologists and Pegasus ((who is, in his own way...a disgraced archeologist, too))) and Mokuba was like

“You trained Yugi Muto, right? Hey that’s good enough for me. This drama is gold. People will eat it up. Hell yes. Don’t be afraid to abduct him a little bit. Maybe trap a couple people in a digital hellscape for a little while? Now we go by Pegasus house rules here, so fire as many lasers as you want, but just make sure not to hit anyone in the face. Oh man, we are going to be swimming in cash. Love it, Muto Sr, love it.”

But I dunno, I feel like Grandpa won’t make it past next episode. It is Joey. We kinda need him to make it past Ep 4 of the arc. If Grandpa Muto becomes the new Joey Wheeler, that will be a weird transition for this show to make.

But that’s all for today, as always, here is the link to read these in chrono order becuase there’s SO MANY that you don’t need to read backwards--don’t do it--just use the chrono tag (and I don’t know if you can add compound tags, but I did separate the Season from the Episode, so if you write S4, it should only pop up stuff from S4. I didn't’ do that to seasons 1-3 though because I just...didn’t.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And because I brought it up: here it is, the best BTS Mashup that I found on my deep dive. Like legit--this one isn’t a mess:

Most of other ones are horrible in a fascinating way. Like I’m not even a BTS fan, I think I sort of age out of that metric, I’m just bored and quarantined. And lets be real, we all appreciate a good bop when we hear it.

#yugioh #ygo #yu gi oh #photo recap #recap #episode recap #yugi muto #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #Joey Wheeler #Apdnarg #Grandpa muto #tea gardner #tristan taylor #professor hawkins #and then I ranted about BTS #but please don't quiz me about BTS I know nothing about them aside from the music #I actually thought there were over 12 of them because every time I see them perform it feels like an entire stageplay production of people #like a 101 dalmations situation where every time I saw BTS there were 3 new people #I assumed it was like the Gorrilaz where people just show up and then disappear in a rotation #but no. There's 7 BTS members #that can't be right #there has to be more than 7 #is this a berenstein bears situation? #how is there only 7? #I swear there used to be like 16 #and they would be introduced like here's jimin and Jungkook and red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and pea #like is google seriously telling me there's only 7 kids in this band? #this is the biggest scam google has ever played on me #this weird alternate timeline that not only has an epidemic but also only 7 members of BTS

[honeylikewords]

uneasy lies the head (poe dameron)

In the wake of her passing, the official, if somewhat symbolic, royal title of Alderaan has passed to from Leia Organa to her chosen heir, Poe Dameron. Along with his elected position as the Galactic Senate Represenative for his home planet, Yavin V, Poe is now burdened with the responsibility of a political office he never imagined holding, and is called to attend a summit of the galaxy’s leaders that will be held aboard the Starcruiser Halcyon. 

This piece is based on a few things: one, me liking the idea of Prince of Alderaan Poe, two, my interest in Begrudging Politician Poe, and three, the new details that have come out about the real-life Halcyon experience that will be opening up at Disney World in Florida, which you can read more about here! I’ve been really excited about it for a long time, and just thought it’d be fun to tie one of my favorite characters in to this amazing new experience that will be coming soon! 

(Content Warnings: mentions of Leia’s de@th, some slightly risque flirting between Poe and his wife, and a little bit of making out, but that’s about it! Word count is 5k.)

Poe stands in front of the mirror, anxiously adjusting the epaulets of his tunic. They don’t seem to sit right on his shoulders, he thinks, passing a hand through their silvery fringe and watching them brush the snow-white fabric of his sleeves. This isn’t his kind of uniform, and when he looks at himself, he sees more a child wearing the spoils of a raid on their parent’s closet than the Senate representative he was meant to be. He tries tightening the high, pale collar of his tunic against his throat, swallowing thickly and watching his Adam’s apple bob beneath the colorless fabric. That didn’t help much dignify the image, he thinks, eyeing himself morosely.

He looks older. His beard is fuller, having let it grow out to appear more… wise, he supposes, and the grey streaks running through it match the ones appearing more and more every day at his temples. His tan fingers tease lightly at the end of his beard, trying to stroke it like he’d seen other, more senior politicians do when lost in thought (or at least trying to come across like they were). It makes him look pretentious.

Sighing loudly, he slumps his taut shoulders and rolls them a few times to loosen the aching muscles. He turns away from the mirror and steps out of the dressing room, entering the stateroom and collapsing onto the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. He hears a door hiss open and looks between his fingers at the emerging figure.

She’s still fidgeting with her hair, which is now lifted from its former looseness into a series of intricate looping braids. Letting out a huff, she takes her hands away, seemingly having resigned herself to leaving the hair as it was. Poe lifts his head a little, resting his chin on his palm as he watches her pat her dress and check the mirror in the dressing room, just as he’d been doing mere moments before.

She looks much, much better than he does. It’s an objective fact. Her air is stately and refined, with her gown framing her regally. The fabric is a delicate, pale blue, trimmed with fine threads of gold that interweave and flow, like braided ivies, trailing up her waist in a way that guides Poe’s wandering eyes to the loveliness of her figure. She seems to belong better to this world, with its mannerisms and socialites, its political politenesses. He never had the patience to be so diplomatic, even though that is his job, now.

He watches her pull a face at herself in the mirror, frowning at some flaw he’s oblivious to, and he stands up, coming to her side and placing his hands on the small of her waist, leaning his head on her shoulder and kissing her cheek amiably.

“You look like a princess,” he purrs, hoping his flattery will encourage her confidence. He hates seeing her unhappy with herself.

“I wish,” she responds, voice tinged with something wan and far away. “I… I really do wish.”

He knows what she’s thinking about: he’d been thinking about it, too. Dropping the air of adulation, Poe reaches for her hand and gently knits their fingers together, pressing their locked hands softly against her belly for reassurance. He meets her eyes in the mirror, and the two share expressions of loss.

“I miss her, too,” he murmurs. “I don’t feel like… like I can do what she did. What she left for me to do.”

He feels his wife squeeze his hand intently, causing him to lift his head up and meet her gaze as she turns to look at him, unfiltered by the mirror. Her eyes, clear and sharp, stare at him as she nods, then kisses his forehead warmly, taking her free hand and brushing it softly across his cheek.

“She chose you for a reason,” she whispers, soft and sincere, just like she always does. “Leia left you her seat and title because you’re the only person fit for the job. She trusted you.”

Her hand dips to his jaw and she lifts his head up from its morose slump. He cannot look away from her, even if he wanted to.

“I trust you, too.”

Poe takes in all the angles of his wife’s face, knowing that no single word of what she said was untrue, but searching for the possibility of a lie anyway in some small giveaway of her expression; after all, how could he be the one fit to carry on in the shadow of his predecessor? How could his shoulders carry the burden of her greatness, much less improve upon it? But there, in her eyes, Poe sees the truth, reflected over and over again: he was chosen for this job, chosen to carry on a legacy he had no option but to strengthen. He is the only one who could, whether he believes it or not.

He straightens his back a little, standing up taller,  and squeezes his wife’s hand in silent thanks, taking a moment to press their foreheads together and breathe in the scent of her. She is wearing perfume-- something they’d never had access to during the scarcity of the war-- and he marvels at how something so small changes the entire atmosphere of her presence. She truly embodies the grace and elegance of the woman who came before both of them, looking every inch the part of an Alderaanian royal.

Glancing back at himself in the mirror, Poe huffs; while she may look, indeed, just the way Leia would want the nation to be represented, Poe does not. He looks stuffy in his garb, at times like an old man in the too-tight clothes of his youth, and, at others, like a scrawny teenager in the baggy trappings of someone he was only pretending to be. She seems to sense his dismay, as she takes the initiative to comfort him, this time.

“You look dashing,” she smiles, adjusting his lapels and the ribbons of decoration on his chest. “Prince Poe Dameron, Senate Representative of Alderaan and Yavin IV. You’ll knock ‘em dead.”

At that, Poe lets out a playful, exasperated huff, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll be great,” he grimaces, eyeing his form in the mirror. He raises his voice into a mocking lilt, swaying his head from side to side in an intentionally cartoonish parody of a stuffy bureaucrat. “Oh, Senator Y’Barra, your engagement commission is most dreadful! Shall we discuss its heinousness over tea and crescent crumpets? Garcon, we need more gold-dusted butter for our scones if we are ever to pass this bill!”

She covers her mouth to hide the beginnings of a smile and tries to reprimand Poe, affectionately slapping his chest.

“It’s nice that we’ve been asked to attend the summit, Poe. At least try to make some--”

“Don’t say friends,” he groans. “I don’t want to make friends with these people. They’re politicians; they don’t want to do anything other than profit, and post-war reconstruction is a hell of a time to make money for slime bags like these people.”

That seems to take her back for a moment, and Poe watches her expression shift as she sorts through her thoughts, her lips pursed, eyebrows arched. She then shrugs and nods, acquiescing.

“Probably. But there are probably also people like you: people whose service in the war and dedication to their people, all across this galaxy, led them to this job. People who just want to rebuild. Do better. You’ll find them, dear: you’re an excellent judge of character.”

She taps her fingers against his nose playfully.

“After all, you picked me, didn’t you?”

“If I remember correctly,” Poe teases, lowering his eyes to her lips and smirking, “You were the one to get a crush on me first. All butterflies and nerves anytime I so much as passed you in the halls. More like you picked me, huh?”

Poe catches her face take on the familiar cues of embarrassment and flustering; he can just tell he’s got her all a-twitter, and she pouts her lips, looking down at her shoes shyly as he starts to chuckle. It’s adorable to remember how flighty and skittish she was in those early days, and how enamored of her he himself was, and remains. Getting her all shy like this is a sweet harkening back to that early, giddy tension, and he dips his face down, hovering his lips just above hers, feeling her draw in a breath of neediness and--

“Senator Dameron,” a robotic voice announces through the commlink in the stateroom, freezing Poe in place. “The ferry is beginning docking procedures with the Halcyon. Please proceed to the boarding area. A droid will be sent to collect your luggage as you leave.”

“Ah, shit,” he growls. He’d completely lost track of time.

Dodging back out into the stateroom, Poe glances out the window and sees the looming mass of a gigantic starcruiser, a sharp body of glimmering steel and inky black portholes contrasted against the star field behind it. It is massive-- far larger than any ship Poe had personally piloted in the past-- and spans more than the distance his window could afford a view of. They are extremely close, and within minutes will be aboard the behemoth, where Poe will have to eat, sleep, and breathe senatorial and princely dignity.

He turns away from the window to see his wife making sure everything was packed and prepared for departure, checking the bathroom and dressing room before giving him a confirming nod: everything is where it needs to be. They are ready to go.

They walk towards each other and Poe places his hands on his wife’s arms, stroking up and down the bareness of her shoulders to steady himself. As he feels the warmth of her skin beneath his rough palms, Poe blinks with awareness and gives her a quick squeeze, darting off to the dressing room. He opens a trunk and lifts up the topmost layer of fabric, running back into the stateroom with it carefully laid across both his forearms, then turns his wife to face him and gently lays the upper corners of the fabric on each of her shoulders.

“The cloak,” he mumbles as he fastens the pale silver silk around her neck, “Don’t wanna forget that. A princess is set apart by garments like that.”

“Right,” she hums, admiring his hands as he fusses with her collar. “Sometimes it’s hard to remember that since you’re the prince, now, and I married you, I’m the--”

“Princess, yep,” grins Poe. “Princess Dameron.”

“By marriage only,” she teases.

“And I’m only the prince because she left an essentially honorary title to me,” Poe wits back. “But it suits you, at least.”

“You think?”

“Mm. Now, I think the prince owes his princess one of the tenets of royal responsibility: unadulterated affection towards one’s spouse.”

“Is that a tenet of your responsibilities?,” she smiles, brow cocked.

“I just made it up, but I like to think so.”

Once again, Poe presses his palms against the soft curves of her upper arms, squeezing in the grounding manner he knows she likes, tracing his thumbs along the creamily-smooth fabric now covering her, and he leans in close, admiring how the light shifts against her skin as his shadow draws nearer. He parts his lips, ready to feel the gentle swell of her soft ones against his, when, as if by divine interruption, the hydraulic hiss of the stateroom’s door fills the room and a silver-plated protocol droid peers at him through the now-open door. He grits his teeth to resist letting out a completely undignified expletive aimed at the droid and stares at it pointedly, trying to silently communicate that it had interrupted a private moment.

“It is time to board the Halcyon, Senator,” it chimes in the lilting manner all protocol droids seem to have, seemingly blissfully unaware of his frustration. “Please, come with me to the boarding area.”

Behind the protocol droid, a cargo lifter droid rolls by, seemingly waiting until Poe and his wife leave the cabin to enter. Poe sighs, but can’t resist letting a small chuckle out: both droids, despite their different purposes, both seem polite, in their own sorts of ways, and he always finds that endearing.

Looking to his wife, Poe gives a little bemused half-smile and shrugs his shoulders, as if apologetic but resigned. She takes his hand and turns, nodding to both droids with an impassive but gracious expression, one that Poe notes is more than befitting of an official such as herself. Distanced, but not dour, regal, but not recalcitrant. He loves it.

“Thank you,” she says, coolly polite. “Please, lead the way.”

The protocol droid begins its stiff-jointed hobble towards the boarding area and Poe and his wife trail behind, arms linked at the elbow as Poe fidgets with her fingers. He twiddles her marriage band as they walk, always comforted by the feel of it on her hand. He admires it as they silently proceed; it’s somewhat rough-hewn, made from hammered durasteel, a little uneven and dented in some places from the haste in which it was made, and Poe loves it.

He loves how it contrasts the delicate, fragile jewelry common amongst royals, how it’s not meant to glitter and shine and grab attention, how it ties her to him and he to her, with no regard for image or pomp. It is heavy and solid and made purely for the sake of love and belonging, and she wears it everywhere she goes with pride, as if it was the finest-cut Oshiran sapphire, or the most carefully sculpted gold. It is one of the crown jewels of Alderaan, now, and the thought of it-- of his parent’s simple, quickly-made wedding ring, forged in a time of war, without promise of any moment past the one they were in, now being a royal regalia-- makes his heart ache to bursting with unadulterated love.

Poe tugs her hand up and kisses her knuckles as they finally round the corner into the boarding area; somewhere in the back of his mind, he registers the droid saying something about how their luggage will be sent directly to their stateroom aboard the Halcyon, but he’s hardly listening. He’s looking at his wife, his rock, his tether, as they begin their socialite dance, seeking steadfast comfort in her as he prepares to have to play his part in a world he was never born to be in.

The droid gestures to a corridor formed between the two ships: passengers traipse from the shuttle onto the boarding area of the Halcyon, representatives from a myriad of species in a breadth of costumes and liveries. Poe and his wife exchange glances, knowing that these people will have some hand in forming what comes next in the political landscape of the galaxy, and that they, too, will be instrumental in forging the new governments of the rising Republic.

“Come on,” she smiles, trying to coax him along, tugging his hand and taking a step forward, “It’s gonna be fine. It’s not like my flyboy to get cold feet, hm?”

Poe chuckles and shakes his head, trying to dislodge his clouding worries, and walks in time with his wife, joining the throngs of senators and royals and presidents and diplomats making their way aboard the Halcyon. Some of them exchange pleasantries, others are locked in conversations: some even look at Poe and his wife and nod in acknowledgement, or turn to their compatriots and whisper.

Poe feels an embarrassed heat creep up the base of his neck; he knows rumors have circulated about his particularly unusual position as a representative for a dead planet and a living one, and about how he’d been named the next in line for a royal title he was not born into. He tries not to let it get to him-- let people think that they think, and do your job, Leia had always told him-- but the feeling of alienation and disbelonging hangs over him, shaming him into silence. He tenses, and keeps his eyes fixed forward, which grants him an ever-nearing view of the grand foyer of the massive starcruiser.

The Halcyon is unlike any other ship Poe has ever been on. He’d heard about starcruisers like this, meant to be enormous cruise ships travelling in luxury and style from one planet to another, filled with sprawling cabins and indulgent amenities, and had never even pictured himself aboard one. The thought hardly appealed to him: days, weeks, even, of doing nothing? Just wandering aimlessly around, decadent and opulent in one’s revelry? The mere idea disgusts him. Still, as he steps into the expansive entry for the Halcyon, he finds himself feeling something other than disgust: he feels strangely at home.

The area is bustling as ship workers and bellhops collect luggage and transfer it to droids, as greeters guide guests to check in areas and hand them keycards, as officers check passports and documentation against databases, all lit under the glow of thousands of lights, which reflect off polished durasteel and marble surfaces. Holo projections provide information about travel destinations and the cruise itself in hundreds of different tongues, while a massive projection of the captain glows a familiar blue and greets the boarding politicians.

Poe turns in awe, gazing at the dozens of porthole windows affording views of distant and nearby star clusters, at the navigational crew high above, checking maps and charting courses, and takes a deep, steadying breath in through his nose, squeezing his wife’s hand tight. The hum and thrall of the ship, with its thousands of moving parts and requisite workers, feels exactly like all the ships he’d served on during the Rebellion. He half-believes that if he closes his eyes and turns around, he’ll open them and see Leia there, giving orders and directing the workflow.

The memory sits on his heart, but instead of a heavy, lingering pain, it kindles a warm, growing fire: she lives on in him. She would be proud to see him carrying on the mantle, working to do what no one else has the skill, speech, or stones to do. She is never really gone. Never can be.

Instilled with strength and purpose, Poe looks to his wife, who is staring at the gargantuan hub of activity before her, almost taken aback by how bustling it is. He leans down and gently pecks her cheek, tugging her along and breaking her out of her trance. They’ve got places to be, things to do, royal engagements to avoid, after all. As they begin to move closer to what Poe believes is the reception desk, a Twi’lek in a sleek, almost military-looking white uniform steps in front of Poe and his wife, grinning from green ear to ear.

“Senator Dameron, Princess Dameron,” she greets, bowing at the waist respectfully, “I am Lyna’ame, and I’ll be directing you regarding your stay on the Halcyon. Thank you for honoring us with your patronage.”

“Uh, thank you for having us,” Poe stammers, unsure of how to conduct himself in such a position.

Lyna’ame looks up at him with a quizzical eye, but seems too well-trained to respond with anything more than a polite smile and a nod. She produces from the pocket of her grey-trimmed suit a pair of infochips, extending them towards Poe and his wife.

“You will be staying in the royal suite on Deck B, unit number eighteen,” Lyna’ame smiles. “These chips will act as your keys to the room and to any amenities you should wish to access, and will remind you of upcoming engagements or conferences you should be in attendance of.”

As if on cue, the small screens on the infochips light up and read “19:00: Senatorial Dinner In Ballroom One!” Poe blinks at it, then flashes Twi’lek a cordial but slightly cold smile, taking the chips from her hand and tucking them unceremoniously into his breast pocket.

“Alright, thanks. I think we can get it from here.”

She seems not to register his attempt to tie off the loop of the conversation, continuing anyway.

“You will also have access to all the facilities of the ship, including the swimming areas, dining areas, lounges, bars, activity centres, spas and--”

“I’ll check the brochure in the room,” Poe smiles, searching for an exit. “I appreciate it, but, uh, my wife is very tired--” --Poe nudges her with an elbow and she balks, then understands his intention and mimes a yawn, nodding sympathetically-- “--And I’d love to get her some rest before any hobnobbing, y’know?”

“Of course, your highness,” Lyna’ame says, again accompanied by a civil bow. “The elevators are to the left. Press your infochip to the pad and it will take you to your floor. Your luggage should already be in your room, and please,” she smiles. “Enjoy your cruise.”

Poe bows back, then leads his wife by the elbow to the elevators, where they tap their key card and the doors hiss open. As they board, just the two of them, Poe’s wife turns to face him and raises one eyebrow, haughty.

“Really threw me under the bus there, Poe,” she smirks. “‘Oh, my wife wants to leave this conversation because my wife is awkward and doesn’t know how to handle subordinate behavior from service workers’. Real nice.”

Rolling his eyes, Poe can’t help but smile, and instead of replying, drops his hand to the small of his wife’s back, grazing his fingers there for a moment before dipping slightly lower and--

She jumps, then giggles, hitting him with a shocked but not at all displeased expression.

“Did you just pinch my ass?”

“Maybe,” he smiles. “Why?”

“You just seemed so…” She touches his arm, searching for the right word, chewing her lip thoughtfully. “Severe, before. Lost.”

“Feeling better. Feeling… like I can do this, maybe. Or at least do what I need to do, even if it doesn’t look exactly like how everybody else might expect me to.”

At that she purses her lips and nods, and he can tell she’s happy for him: he’s not entirely out of the woods about this whole ‘galactic representative’ thing, and certainly not used to all the expectations that come with being the heavy head that wears the crown, but he’s going to be alright. At least, he feels like he is, at this moment, and that’s all that matters.

Poe finds himself allowing his smile to grow wider as he dips down and nuzzles her temple, teasing his lips over her ear, tempting and toying.

“I still hate the suit,” he whispers, sending her shivering, “And I don’t want to talk to these people like we’re all buddy-buddy--”

“--Acknowledged, Senator,” she teases, rubbing his arm in the way that lets him know she’s itching to get more handsy.

“But we’re gonna have a private room,” he continues, “And a lock on the door, and at least--” --He checks the infocard, which reads “17:05”-- “--About two hours before anybody’s gonna need us, so I say we shimmy out of these nice duds…”

Poe’s finger trails down the silky rivulets of her collarbones; he has to admit, he does find her massively attractive in this royal robing, but he figures it’ll be less hassle for both of them to assure he doesn’t get too rowdy while they’re wearing some of the best (and irreplaceably expensive) fineries in the galaxy, so he’ll have to bid her pretty little dress and luxurious cape adieu for their stateroom rendezvous. Not that he minds: the dress might be pretty, but the woman underneath is ten times more so. Besides, she can always put it back on again for the dinner, anyway.

“We go see what kind of minibar we’re looking at,” Poe teases, watching her roll her eyes, “Hop in the bath, and see where those two hours take us.”

“Mm, we’ll see,” she demures, patting his chest. He knows she likes to dance around it, never say anything too scandalous where someone else can hear, and he loves that; she extends the tension, making him wait for what he wants. He may not ever have been a patient man before, but she forces him to slow down, savor it, work for it. And that’s delicious.

The elevator doors slide open as Poe leads his wife out into the hall, kissing her jaw as he checks the suite numbers. They shuffle along, exchanging little pecks and touches in the graciously empty hallway (what would the other representatives think, she reminds him in a hushed tone as they pass rooms, if they saw the new prince of Alderaan and Senator for Yavin V hanging off his wife like a pubescent teen?) before arriving at suite eighteen. Poe fumbles in his breast pocket, keeping his lips planted on his wife’s neck, then slaps the infochip haphazardly against the door. It clicks open, and Poe doesn’t even bother to look inside: he just coaxes his wife in, and tumbles in after her.

The lights in the room slowly turn on automatically, rising from a low dim to a sunny brightness, illuminating white-panelled walls and a lush, wide bed, all the furniture sharply clean and sleekly modern, trimmed in shades of black and silver. A massive window shows the endless expanse of space beyond the double-layered transparisteel, and while Poe would normally be more inquisitive and peek around the room to admire it, he’s more than occupied as he pushes his face deeper in the warm, scented crook of his wife’s neck.

“Careful,” she warns as his hand starts to pet at the base of her head, eking dangerously close to the beginnings of her hair roots, “These braids took me hours. I don’t want to have to re-do them, Dameron”

“I get that,” he breathes heavily, “But you look really hot with messy hair and--”

“If we’re going to go to that dinner, I’m not going to go with my hair flying everywhere! I’ll look like a… well, you know!”

“Like a woman well-loved by her husband,” Poe teases, nipping at her jaw. “But, fine, we’ll skip the dinner, and I’ll just keep you all to myself. Nobody else has to see. In fact, I’d prefer they didn’t.”

His eyes glimmer with wolfish promise as he sets his wife down on the edge of the white-blanketed bed, staring at her as her skirts form pools of silver and blue. He’s serious: the summit dinner all but disappears from his mind as he looks at her; how beautiful she is. How elegant. So poised and pretty and his, all his, to love until all the suns swallow themselves and burn out. All these representatives won’t miss him at one measly, lousy dinner, right? Not when he has the love of his life to attend to, surely.

“What’s gotten into you?,” she giggles, kicking off one of her sophisticated shoes as she sits on the bed. “You’re acting like we’re on our honeymoon!”

Poe leans in and places his hands on either side of her hips, bumping his forehead to hers as he takes long, weighty breaths, feeling the heat radiate off of her.

“I just… This is a lot, right?”

“Mm,” she acquiesces.

“And you’re kind of… what I go back to when I’m in too deep. So, right now, all this summit stuff and the Senate and the council? I need that to take a backseat to me being with you. The person I love. And letting that be what guides me in what I need to do for… everybody else.”

She lets out a soft, appreciative “aw”, her eyes softening as she cups his cheek, and Poe leans into her hand, allowing a little lasciviousness to leak into his smile as he stares down at her.

“Plus, it’s kinda… you know, a little sexy, being somewhere so new and ritzy. I’m not used to this kind of stuff. That, and we barely got a honeymoon, if you remember--”

“Yeah,” she recalls, sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose, clearly vexed by the memory, “I remember. The day after we got married, that First Order outpost tried to open fire and you were up and out of bed and back in deployment after less than twenty four hours of being a married man.”

“Duty never sleeps,” he shrugs. “But… We can make up for lost time here, on this big, shiny, fancy-ass ship, huh?”

Poe wiggles his eyebrows with playfully rapacious intent, sending his wife into a fit of good-natured laughs. He adores when she laughs; it sends his heart racing, every inch of him alight with the joy of knowing that her smiles are because of him, the sound of her voice bouncing up and down with glee all caused by some silly little thing he’s said or done. Unable to contain himself, Poe leans down and kisses her, cutting off the sounds of her laughter, a deep, satisfied groan emanating from his chest.

“God,” he rumbles as they part for a quick breath, “I haven’t gotten to do that all damn day.”

“It did feel really good,” she sighs, clasping her arms around his neck. She seems to take pause, etching his face into her memory with her eyes, then comes to a decision: Poe would recognize that resolute gleam in her expression anywhere. “Alright, we’re staying.”

“...You mean it?,” he chirps.

“Yep. You tell them your poor, defenseless wife is laid up ill and needs your constant and most doting attention,” she smiles, kissing the tip of his nose. “Then when you’re done calling the front desk, you come over here and you help me get out of this dress and into that bath you promised.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, then catches himself. “I mean, yes, Princess.”

“Mm,” she beams, teasing him with a pinch on the thigh. “Much better.”

They share another deep, drawn-out kiss before Poe manages to wrest himself away from her and off to the side of the room with the comm built into the wall, but glances over at her as he taps at the screen to connect with the front desk. She grins coyly from the bed, kicking one leg out in a pseudo-sultry, semi-silly way from beneath her sumptuous gown. Poe can’t help but feel a swell of endearment.

As the call connects, Poe sighs dreamily to himself; if all else failed, at least he had her, and with her by his side, he was definitely going to enjoy a very, very pleasurable cruise.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #long post #original #OH MY GOD CAN YOU BELIEVEEEEE i actually sat down and wrote this? dkhfhdkf #im a little rusty but! felt good to finish a project! i hope you guys enjoy!! #star wars

[princesslocket]

🥣 Made With Love 🥣

Hi hi! Before we get to the fanfic, I'd just like to say a big thank you to @ina11writingexchange for hosting this awesome writers exchange! I'm so glad to have been able to participate for this round as well as being given the opportunity to gift @hachuna yet another gift this year!

With that being said, I hope you enjoy this Hachuna! It was a lot of fun to write ((Btw this fic is also cross-posted on AO3 if anyone is interested in reading it there too! The link is in the title))

If anyone were to ask Endou Natsumi what her favorite pass time activity was, she’d automatically answer with “cooking!” and then excitedly list off all the dishes she had made within the past week. It always amazed her friends just how passionate she was about preparing food in the kitchen.

However, she hadn’t always been a fan of cooking.

Natsumi’s love for cooking had originated during her time spent managing the Raimon soccer team in her middle school years. In the beginning she had been quiet hesitant to even try making a rice ball but after she mastered the art of the rice ball, her love for cooking sparked almost instantaneously. It only took preparing a couple more meals before Natsumi was fully onboard with the idea of preparing food in general. It filled her with a sense of pride whenever she was able to witness the team enjoying the meals she, Haruna, and Aki made for them. The compliments they dished out were a great source of ego boosting as well, but she always made it point to stay humble. And even after the team graduated, leaving her with no one else to cook for, Natsumi continued to search up new recipes to try making for herself in the comfort of her own home.

Over the years her cooking had improved, albeit not as significantly as everyone had hoped for, but just enough to where she no longer mixed up the salt and sugars when she tried baking the occasional birthday cake. It was a subtle yet profound type of improvement that left Endou that much more hopeful for their future meals seeing as he had married her not too long after her cooking had started to improve.

One thing that really helped Natsumi improve in her cooking was through the aid of an old looking cook book she just so happened to borrow from Endou! She’d seen the book several times laying in various places throughout their house but had never bothered to look through it until one day when her curiosity got the better of her and she found herself rejoicing at all the cool looking recipes inside. Oh the joy she felt while flipping through the pages was almost too good. How had she not opened the book sooner?

Following the days upon opening the cook book, Natsumi happily followed the messily written instructions provided by the cook book to prepare dishes that she could only assume had been passed down from Endou’s family. She would later find out from Endou himself that the cook book she had been using was actually Endou Daisuke’s hissatsu manual. The discovery came as quiet a shook to Natsumi seeing as she had been following the instructions of the book for several weeks, even going as far to serving a boy named Matsukaze Tenma some of said dishes as well. But all Endou could do was laugh at the situation they found themselves in.

“You mean to tell me that this really isn’t the kanji for egg?”

“I’m positive, Natsumi. These are the instructions for God Hand- Wait a second! How were even able to mistake this for a cook book? I thought you knew what Daisuke’s hissatsu manual looked like?”

“It’s been a while since I last saw it okay!”

Even after the discovery of the ‘cook book’s’ true nature was revealed Natsumi continued to use it. Admittedly, the food Natsumi made following the hissatsu manual never inherently tasted terribly bad. So what harm was there in letting her continue to use it? As long as Endou was there to assist her with some of the misinterpreted kanji of the book, everything was fine.

Unfortunately, not all good things lasted forever. On one particular day an unforeseen disaster appeared out of nowhere…

Natsumi had been preparing dinner in the kitchen when it happened. She hadn’t thought anything of it at first. Ever since Endou took over as Raimon’s coach, he would occasionally return home late, so why would this time be any different? As the minutes ticked by Natsumi continued to prepare dinner. While she maneuvered around the kitchen she kept herself entertained with the quiet sound of the T.V. playing in the background.

Although she usually paid no mind to what the news anchors were saying, something about that night in particular urged her to listen carefully. She had been cutting away at a bundle of carrots when a certain news report caught her attention. Although they weren’t showing video footage of the incident taking place, the news anchors reported a massive car crash near Raimon.

Upon hearing the name of the school, Natsumi put all food to the side and quickly ran to her phone, dialing up Endou to ask if he was still at the school. Knowing her husband, he would most likely be assisting whoever had been unfortunate enough to get hurt outside of their old school. But when he didn’t answer her first, second, or third call, Natsumi began to worry. The news anchors wouldn’t disclose the names of the people involved in the accident, nor would they show the faces of anyone other than the reporter on duty. They did, however, announce the arrival of special dispatched services on the scene as well as the name of the hospital the heavily injured were being taken to.

After a while Natsumi’s phone began to ring, which she immediately answered. Letting out a sigh of relief, Natsumi pressed the phone to her ear, ready to hear Endou’s cheerful voice. With everything appearing to be taken care of on screen, Endou was surely going to fill her in on everything that had happed. It was a good thing she had prepared so much food for the night!

“Natsumi, it’s Kidou, we don’t have much time- It’s Endou… He got into a car crash and- You need to hurry. An ambulance is already taking him to the hospital but… I’ll fill you in on everything once you get here-“

“I’m on the way.”

Within seconds Natsumi was already racing out of the house, dinner abandoned in the kitchen and T.V still playing quietly in the background. She did everything in her power to get to the hospital as fast as she could but it was too late. By the time she came rushing in through the hospital doors, Endou had been pronounced dead.

Time flashed by in a blur following Endou’s death. His funeral came and went, the days following blended together a little too seamlessly and Natsumi’s love for cooking diminished along with her once cheery life. Without Endou around, she no longer held the motivation to prepare any kind of meal in or out of the kitchen. Even when Haruna, Aki, and Fuyuka tried to rekindle their little cooking arties, Natsumi couldn’t bring herself to make anything. Everything she had ever made was out of her love for Endou.

As time went by, Natsumi slowly began to store her cooking utensils away. If she wasn’t going to be cooking anymore, than why bother keep them out in the open to collect dust?

She was in the middle of labeling a soon to be packed away box of kitchen ladles one day when the sound of knocking stopped her. Setting her marker to the side, Natsumi walked to the front door. Her knees nearly buckled when she gazed out the peep hole to see who was outside.

Standing just outside the door was Endou… But it couldn’t be him, right? He had passed away months ago. She had gone to his funeral and everything! There was no way her could possibly be standing outside. As she was thinking these thoughts an almost indescribable feeling washed over her. Suddenly she couldn’t remember attending a funeral nor could she remember why she had started packing away all her cooking supplies. It was as if she was just now waking up from some type of horrible nightmare, a nightmare had clouded over her real life for the past several months.

Whatever nightmare she been under was finally over. Any trace of sadness and despair melted away the longer she stared at Endou. Instead, the feelings were replaced with joy and relief. Although the sudden change in feelings were a little unexpected, they weren’t unwelcomed. In fact she was all the happier to embrace them!

Not wanting to keep Endou waiting any longer, Natsumi decidedly threw the door open, startling Endou as it swung to the side, and proceeded to jumping into the arms of the man in front of her.

“Mamoru!” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she pressed herself as tightly as she could to her husband. “I can’t explain it but it feels like I haven’t seen you in forever! Where have you been all day?”

“Woah! I missed you too! Oh man, Natsumi, you wouldn’t believe all the crazy things that happened to me ‘today.’ I’ve got so much to tell you but, uh, I think it’d be best if we went inside first.” Contradictory to his own words, Endou hugged Natsumi even closer to himself, thus rendering any attempt to head into the house useless.

For several long minutes the two stood outside their house, hugging each other, and exchanging a few words before wither one of them made any real attempts to pull away. But when they did, it was Natsumi who moved away. She waisted no time in dragging Endou inside and towards their dining room table, pulling out a chair for him to sit in and then rushing off towards their refrigerator in search of something for them to eat.

Strangely enough, the refrigerator was once again filled with an abundance of food Natsumi had almost no recollection of buying. She glanced a look to Endou, who at first made no comment, but as soon as she turned her back had heard the faintest of words from him.

“I guess time really did reset itself.”

From that day on life returned to normal, or as normal as it could be with Natsumi knowing her ‘nightmare’ had in fact been real but was now a part of a separate timeline of sorts. But seeing as their current timeline was restored, Natsumi decidedly let her supposed bad months drift away.

She started cooking again, only this time she followed tutorials online through YouTube and an odd app called TikTok. When Endou asked why she was following so many different cooking videos, Natsumi would claim that “the hissatsu manual could only offer so much.”

Despite her best efforts her cooking still left much to be desired from. But Endou never truly cared about the overall outcome of the food he’d be offered.

“It’s the thought counts.” He’d tell himself whenever a dish was placed in front of him. “If it’s for Natsumi, I’d gladly eat a thousand more meals of her cooking- I’d do anything to make her happy.”

#inazuma eleven #ennatsu #ina11writingexchange #endou mamoru #natsumi raimon #endou natsumi #angst #implied/referenced character death #But no one really dies #trust me #cooking

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Not everyone gets a happy ending

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan Rating: Explicit Pairing: Oluo Bozado x Petra Ral, background Levi Ackerman x Hanji Zoë Word count: 4366 Genre: smut, angst

Oluo has been in love with Petra for years and he would do anything for her. Even have sex with full awareness, that she has feelings for their captain, not for him. But one day he has enough.

Warning: slight bdsm

Love is blind, they say. And if it's blind enough to make you ignore that the person you are deeply in love with has their eyes on someone else, then Oluo could agree with it wholeheartedly. His little crush on Petra developed through all these years, he used to hope his feelings would disappear one day, but they just became stronger with time. Nothing seemed to stop them, not even the painfully obvious fact that Petra had a massive crush on captain Levi. Oluo tried everything to make her notice him, even tried to imitate the captain, but it all was pointless. Petra was in love with Levi, who, on the other hand, was happily in love with Hanji. It took a lot from their friends to set them up together and honestly, Oluo couldn't care less. He was even happy for them, hoping that Petra would come to her senses and stop simping for an older and taken man. Unfortunately it didn't happen, apparently her feelings for Levi were as strong as Oluo's for her.

However a kind of improvement in their relationship happened, when during one of the missions, when there was just the two of them, they got soaked and had to warm up somehow. They agreed that it was going to be the first and the last time, but even then, when they were coming down from their orgasms, he knew it was nearly not enough. They never spoke about this, but some time later it happened again. Always the same pattern, he would say something suggestive, she would play along and they would end up having sex again and it was really good. One time he had enough and confessed his feelings for her. She didn't answer anything, but he said she didn't have to. He knew she didn't like him this way, he knew about her crush on Levi, but he needed her to know that his feelings weren't going to change and that he loved her. In the night he just spend time with Moblit and Mikasa, drinking and bitching about Levi. Although Erwin, Miche and Nanaba managed to cheer him up a little, there still was a heavy pain in his chest.

Some time had passed and Oluo grew tired of that uncertainty. He decided to try to follow Erwin's advice and turn Petra down the next time she comes to him asking for sex, he also stopped trying to be like Levi and get her attention. He decided to give up his hopes of having a happy ending with the woman he loved. Well, the problem was that she had other plans and one night she showed up at his door.

“What do you want?” he asked, fully aware of the reason of her visit.

“I think you know. What possibly can I do here at this hour?” Petra raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“A lot of things, actually.”

“Don't play dumb, you know what I want. You always do” she admitted, blushing slightly. She looked so cute that he almost forgot that he was supposed to refuse her.

“Not today” he answered and started closing the door.

“Wait!” she protested, trying to stop the door with her hand. “Please, Oluo. Just tonight” she pleaded, knowing that her soft tone and desperate eyes can easily persuade him. Apparently he developed more self control than he thought, because he just sent her a judging glance.

“Look at you” he crossed his arms on his chest and leaned against the door frame. “You always act so cool and tough, you simp for Levi because of his strength and abilities, but in the end you always run back to me, begging to be fucked. Every time you promise it's the last time, knowing fully well you will break that promise” he pointed out, observing with satisfaction as her blush was growing. “Aren't you ashamed of yourself?” he asked, for a brief moment wondering if he didn't push it too far.

“I am and you don't have to remind me that” she admitted, anger overflowed her. “Besides, it's just sex, why are you so sensitive suddenly?”

“I believe I told you the last time. It was never just sex to me, it was always so much more. And I'm not interested in doing that again until you want to fully commit.”

“Well, if you're not interested, I'll leave you here with blue balls” she huffed, but his chuckle and amused tone made her realize it was a poor choice of words.

“Petra, you are coming to me, I'd say it's you who will be left with blue balls in this situation.”

“Oh, shut up. Why can't you just give me what I want?”

“Because even you don't know what you want.”

“I do. Right now I want you to give me another mind blowing orgasm the way you always do” she came closer and spoke quietly, making sure he was the only one who heard it.

“You are cute when you're horny” he smirked. “Which is nothing new actually, you are always cute.”

“Stop playing along, either let me in or I'm going away.”

“Then go away. But I'm pretty sure you neither can nor want to do that” Oluo said confidently. He could clearly see how desperate she was to get laid.

“I wish you bit off your tongue and died finally” she growled.

“Oh, honey, but you love this tongue so much.”

“Then put it in a good use.”

“Alright, fine, you won. I'll give you what you want” he surrendered. He knew from the beginning that he couldn't resist her for too long. However, if he played it well, he could got more than he gave. He took a mental note to thank Nanaba later for her idea. “On one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You do exactly as I say. No protest until I ask. Understood?” he asked. Petra looked like she was struck by lightning, she swallowed hard and Oluo could swear her knees buckled under her. Did he accidentally discover her kink?

“Y-yes” she stuttered. He moved away and let her in.

“Undress” he commanded and sat on the bed, then took off his shoes and ODM straps, staying only in his pants and shirt. He observed how she was undressing with nervousness and excitement, as she didn't know what he had in mind, and he felt his arousal rising. When she was finally naked, she looked at him with anticipation.

“What now?” she asked, at first she tried to cover herself, but one look at his face was enough to stop her.

“Kneel here” he pointed a spot in front of him and she did, then looked at him again. She could easily see the characteristic bulge in his pants that meant he enjoyed it as much as she did. “Who do you belong to tonight?” he asked quietly, almost in a predatory way, taking a hold of her chin to make her keep looking at him.

“No one” she answered and gasped, when his fingers wrapped around her throat.

“Wrong. You have one more chance, but answer correctly this time.”

“You?” she half asked with uncertainty.

“Good girl. See, it wasn't that hard. I knew you are smart enough to figure it out” he praised her. Petra's eyes widened at the sound of that pet name and she bit her lip, she liked it way more than she expected to. “Do you trust me?” Oluo asked, this time completely seriously, with no shade of teasing or playing.

“With my life” she answered, which was the truth, every member of Survey Corps trusted the other with their life.

“Good” he quickly pulled her up and bent her over his knees. Her cheeks reddened even more at the position. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes” she whispered breathlessly.

“Alright. Your recent behavior is unacceptable. You were just playing with me, using me for pleasure when you needed it, then throwing away and over and over again. I'm going to punish you for that” he informed her, explaining the reason behind all of this.

“Alright” she nodded in confirmation. Her breath hitched when she felt his hand caressing her butt. She realized what it was going to be about only a moment before she felt a stinging slap she gasped in surprise at. It hurt, but in a good way.

“This will be your punishment. Let's start with five. Will you count for me?” he asked and she nodded vigorously. She had never been spanked before, but this new feeling that was awakened in her was very intriguing and exciting. And with every new hit, followed by gentle caressing to soothe the pain, she was being more and more sensitive and it was driving her crazy. Finally she counted to five. “Good girl. Are you alright?”

“Yes” she answered and smiled lightly to confirm her words more. Her breath was a little faster, her cheeks were blushed, and she felt more wet than ever, but there was no sign he hurt her.

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes.”

“Let's see how much you can take, shall we? If you want me to stop, just say the word "enough". If you say "stop", we quit everything, you dress up and leave, alright?” he asked, explaining everything carefully and making sure she understood.

“Alright” she agreed, feeling a twitch of excitement between her legs. She counted obediently every spank, but after a few another, she started having trouble focusing, she couldn't stop moans of pain mixed with pleasure as well. But Oluo was surprisingly patient with her, he kept giving her breaks between every spank to collect her thoughts, waiting for her counting before giving another smack. When they reached twenty, she started crying. Her skin became really sensitive and every hit was more and more painful, and all the feelings of shame mixed with pleasure started to be overwhelming. He wanted to stop immediately, but she insisted she could take some more, he was so gentle and caring that she felt like she was melting inside. At thirty, she finally said enough. Oluo immediately turned her around and cradled in his arms, careful of her ass.

“You are such a good girl” he praised her, kissing her hair. Petra let out an ugly sob, clutching onto his chest. “Do you want a moment to calm down?”

“Yes, please” she choked out. “Just a moment.”

“Just a moment” he echoed. She looked very adorable, but somewhere in his chest and head formed darkness, saying that he crossed the line and hurt her. He never liked to see her in tears. When she stopped sobbing, he handed her a handkerchief, so she could blow her nose.

“I'm fine” she smiled, though trails of tears were still wet on her cheeks. “We can continue.”

“Do you like this?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yes. I could never expect that, but all of this... being completely under control... That feels good. Maybe that's what draws me to Levi. That he can command very well. I never knew you are as good at this as him” she said sheepishly and despite initial bitterness, Oluo felt pride swelling in his chest. Petra said he was as good as Levi. Well, he was about to prove her wrong. He wasn't as good, he was better.

“Alright. Get down and kneel on the floor” he ordered, but helped her to actually do it. “This pretty face of yours deserved to be put in a good use” he smirked, grasping gently her face with his one hand and caressing her cheek with his thumb. Meanwhile his other hand worked on getting rid of his pants and setting his cock free. When he finally did, he sighed with relief, it started to feel uncomfortable to keep an erected penis in tight pants. Petra licked her lips and moved a little closer, excited to taste her lover. He let go of her face and put his hand on her head. She gasped and purred in delight, opening her mouth for him. If someone told Oluo he was going to see something like that, he would laugh at them. It seemed impossible to get Petra this submissive, and suddenly it was real. She gave his cock a light suck to test the waters and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning. It wasn't the first time she was giving him a head, but for the first time she was so soft about it. He got a vicious idea. “Petra, relax your throat” he said and she looked at him with her big, trusting eyes and did as he asked, taking his cock deep in her throat the best as she could. He wrapped his fingers around her throat, the other hand still placed firmly in her hair, and started to carefully fuck her mouth, and the way he could feel his cock deep in her throat with his hand, was heavily turning him on. It lasted for a moment, until Petra made a wrong move and choked, Oluo immediately forgot about his pleasure, let go of her and made sure she was fine.

“That was interesting” she smiled when she finally could breathe again. “Can I do something?” she asked and it took him a second to realize she wanted his permission.

“Sure” he answered, still a little startled by that accident. However, Petra was completely unbothered, she stood up from her position, pushed him a little further to the bed and took a sit on his lap, straddling him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I want to try this position if you don't mind” she said sheepishly. Usually she demanded positions which weren't providing much closeness, so that was quite surprising for him, but there was no way he would disagree to that.

“Of course I don't” he smirked, took his cock in his hand, it was still covered in her saliva, then rubbed it against her wet folds, making her shiver. She carefully slid down on him and stayed still for a moment, giving them both some time to get used to. She was so wet and tight, and the feeling of him stretching her was better than ever before. After a while she started to move and he had to admit that it was the best sex they'd ever had. This position allowed them to be closer than before, he could hear her gasps and moans almost in his ear and the way she tangled her hand in his hair was bringing him closer to release. His thumb found her clit and started to stimulate it, although she didn't need a lot to come. And so she did, moaning his name for the first time they started having sex, which was enough to set him off the edge. They remained in this position for a while, trying to calm down. Oluo tried to say something, but Petra did another thing she never did: she looked at him, then kissed him hard. It was a very needy and sloppy kiss, full of teeth, tongues and spit. It would had been awkward and uncomfortable in other situations, but given the circumstances, it was perfect.

“I'm sorry” she said quietly when they broke the kiss. “I'm sorry that I made you feel like I needed you only for sex.”

“But that's what you need me for. And it hurts” he replied as quietly as she did.

“Let's go to sleep, shall we?” she asked, not able to admit he was right. And it was another thing he didn't expect, usually she would hang out for a while, but eventually leave, she rarely would stay for the night.

“Anything you want” he agreed, letting her get up from his lap. They cleaned themselves off as much as they could and went to bed. “How do you feel?” he asked, when they lied down comfortably, ready to fall asleep.

“Good. Tonight was very eventful” she answered and he could hear the smile in her voice.

“I admit, I've never thought you could look even hotter than usual, but seeing you tonight, so obedient and pretty, with such a beautiful ass, all red and spanked... I've never seen anything more perfect.”

“I've never thought I could like it this much” she admitted, nuzzling her face into his chest. “Thank you for everything.”

“It was pure pleasure” he smirked and kissed her hair.

“Oh, it absolutely was” she agreed. “Goodnight, Oluo” she said, ready to sleep.

“Goodnight, Petra” he said back, still with a sting in his chest.

When Oluo woke up, it was still quite early. At first he was a little confused why there is a woman in his bed, but he quickly woke up enough to understand. Last night was definitely something special for both of them, he even asked himself what did it mean. Did Petra have any feelings for him that she was too scared or uncertain to voice? Or maybe it all meant nothing, as she still had a crush on Levi? There was only one way to find out. He gently leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, having in mind the first moment he tried it and how mad she was. But to his surprise, Petra kissed him back, smiling softly through the kiss. He pulled away to look at her.

“Good morning” she smiled wider, not opening her eyes yet. “First such a great evening, now a sweet morning, you're spoiling me, Oluo” she said, clearly showing she was awake enough to be aware of his company. “I don't deserve it.”

“You don't, but it doesn't mean I'm going to stop” he laid back on the pillow. “I love you too much.”

Petra sighed and opened her eyes. She knew she couldn't avoid this conversation forever, but it didn't mean she wasn't going to try.

“I wish I could say it back with such a confidence. I wish I knew what am I feeling and what do I want. But I don't. And I really hope to figure it out soon, because you don't deserve to be treated like that” she said sadly.

“I spoke to Mikasa the other day.”

“You did?”

“We were drinking with Moblit. Apparently they also have the same issue: that people they care about see only Levi. And Mikasa said you are lost and confused by your feelings. Why?”

“What do you mean "why"? If I knew why, I wouldn't be confused. But what I'm sure of is that I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you now” she answered with a seriousness in her voice.

“Not even Levi?” he mocked bitterly.

“Not even Levi” she repeated his words, but her tone was a firm confirmation, not a question. “I still have a crush on him. But I guess I also have a crush on you now. And I don't know what to do” she admitted.

“You need to make up your mind, Petra. You can't have it all. Either you move on from captain, or everything between us is over. I'm sorry to do this to you, but I can't take it anymore. I'm tired of being in love with a woman who needs me only for sex. Even if you never meant to hurt me, you did. So be mature and choose one of us” he said, then stood up and left the bed. His words might had been brutal, but he knew it had to be done finally. They couldn't live like this. He couldn't live like this. And the sooner Petra admits she doesn't want to move on her crush on Levi, the sooner Oluo can start to move on his crush on her. Because deep down he didn't expect her to declare her love for him, he spent too many years wishing for that, only to be beaten by Levi every time.

They dressed up in silence and left the room together, not really caring whether someone would see them. Petra went to her room, while Oluo headed directly to the dining hall, visiting a bathroom in his way there. He grabbed some food and took a seat with Gunther and Eld. Petra appeared a couple of minutes after and did exactly the same thing. None of them spoke a lot, so they ate their breakfast in a comfortable silence.

As they finished, Levi approached the table and told them they were going on a short expedition beyond the Wall. Oluo paled and looked at Petra, knowing fully well that she was unable to ride a horse and it was because of him. But she didn't say a word, even though her butt still hurt a little when she was sitting. She got ready in no time, absolutely convinced she could handle some pain. But it quickly turned out that it was the worst horse ride she ever experienced. And on top of that, she heard Levi calling her.

“Petra, come here, we need to talk” captain ordered and she moved her horse to ride next to him. They separated slightly from the rest, to talk in privacy.

“What is it, captain?” she asked, having no clue what possibly could he want from her.

“The fuck are you doing?” he asked straightforwardly and she looked at him with shock.

“Excuse me?”

“I spoke to the other veterans who spoke to Oluo recently. And he told them what a mess your relationship is” he explained and Petra paled. The last thing she wanted was for Levi to interfere in her life. “I know you have feelings for me. It's not hard to notice that” he said and she turned from pale white to furiously red. “And I'm happy you respect that I am in a relationship with Hanji. But what also is hard to miss are Oluo's feelings for you. And you are playing him the way you want.”

“It's not like that...”

“It's not? Then how would you call fucking a guy when you have feelings for another? That's not fair what you do, Petra.”

“I know. I really hurt him because I'm too selfish to give up on someone” she admitted with a sigh.

“Have in mind that all the time we have here is very limited. We can die any moment. Don't waste your time. That's what Erwin told me when he pushed me to confess my feelings for Hanji and I can't disagree with that. Now I'm happier than ever to have a partner who loves me as much as I love them, who always knows exactly what I need and who is by my side no matter what happens” he said and Petra turned her head to look back. He was right. Through all these years it was not Levi who remained by her side, who was where she needed him, who was ready to do anything for her. It was Oluo. And that realization knocked the air out of her lungs, when she realized and felt how much he loved her. And the same moment she realized that she loved him back, but she was too scared to admit it and would rather live in denial, distracting herself by that childish crush on Levi.

“Thank you, captain. I think that's all I needed. A final push to make the right decision” she smiled.

“Good. You can go now” he dismissed her, quite happy with the outcome of this conversation. He had new gossips to treat Erwin with, a perfect occasion to negotiate a new fancy tea.

Petra slowed down, waiting for the rest of the squad to follow, then took a place by Oluo's side. He was riding in the back, so they could talk.

“How are you?” he asked with concern.

“A little pain can't stop me” she replied, she was so invested in her thoughts, that she nearly forgot about the pain she still felt.

“Good girl” he teased quietly and smirked at her blush.

“Not here, please” she whined, biting her lip.

“Alright. What were you talking about with captain?” he asked, trying to sound casually, but it was obvious that the curiosity was eating him up.

“Something we have to talk about later. When we're back, meet me in my room, I have something important to tell you” she answered and the weird gleam in her eyes intrigued him. “And don't expect to leave soon, we're going to have a lot of fun” she winked at him and rode away, before he could ask. Her words lightened a spark of hope in his heart and he couldn't wait to talk to her.

Petra was so happy and excited. She was finally ready to move on from her crush on Levi, confess her feelings for Oluo and start officially dating him. She looked forward to their future together and she couldn't wait to discover the new ways to spice up their sex. She was really optimistic about it.

If she only knew it would never happen. If they only could discover the identity of Female Titan earlier and stop her in time. Maybe her foot wouldn't be the last thing Petra saw in her life, and Oluo's terrified scream of her name wouldn't be ringing in her ears, as she was smashed against the tree. Maybe heartbroken Oluo, devastated by the loss of the love of his life, would hear the words he wanted to hear from her instead of dying a moment later? Maybe they could have a happy ending. Levi could only wonder, as he was looking at the bodies of his fallen comrades. His whole squad didn't exist anymore, because of one titan. He looked at Petra's still face and wondered if that was going to be his final memory of her, because he would rather remember her the way she was a few hours earlier. When she was so happy for her new life with a man she loved. Levi closed his eyes and rested his head on Hanji's shoulder. Not everyone could have a happy ending. All he prayed for was that he would have this chance.

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