#i like my little schedule ok. 😊
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Ok would you consider writing more for George?? (shamelessly on an Ali kick atm if you couldn’t tell, this is @bobbys-not-that-small). If I was in the LnCo universe I think I’d be a librarian with little or no talent because I’m too jumpy and scared to be an agent. I’d wanna be a librarian who sometimes bends the rules for the agents who stay really late researching by bringing them a cup of tea or a snack 😊
After Hours - George Karim x Reader
"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"
"Yes. Now shoo."
He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.
"Actually, I quite liked that."
a/n: asjfhfjlfh thank youuu to @bobbys-not-that-small for helping me get out of my writing slump!! this palate cleanser was exactly what I needed <3 decided to try smth new with the presentation of my fics wooooo but am having issues with the keep reading divider so this might be a little inconvenient to scroll past :( alsoooo may have gotten a little carried away here hehehe woops
warnings/tropes: snippy George (is there rlly any other kind tho) needs his biscuits, mild angst, happy ending, slight enemies to almost-lovers, fluff!
word count: 2.7k
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Lockwood was standing over the kettle in the kitchen, half-asleep. Lockwood & Co.’s latest case was a bit more complex than they were used to, which meant that George needed a few extra days to properly research it. That meant that his and Lucy’s sleep schedule had started to settle down into one that was more typical - one where Lockwood was struggling to stifle his yawns in the middle of the night.
He hears some sounds coming from the hallway, and registers them half a second later. He picks up the nearest weapon he can find, a whisk, and tries to call out to the intruder, but his throat is so dry it’s more of a wheeze. The kitchen door inches open, and Lockwood poises to attack, before he pauses and squints at the figure in the doorway.
“George?”
George walks in, putting down his bag and jacket on one of the dining table chairs. “Thought you’d be asleep, Locky.”
“What’s this, a midnight stroll?”
“Sure.”
Lockwood blinked at the kitchen clock blearily. “It’s a hour to dawn.” As George shuffles about the kitchen, fixing his own cup of tea, a thought flits through his sleep-addled brain. “Hang on.” He opens his eyes even further, taking in how fully dressed George is, and starts putting two and two together. “Don’t tell me you’ve only just returned from the Archives.”
“Your hand’s in the milk jug. Again.”
Lockwood glances down and swears. George slips out of the kitchen with Lockwood's tea and biscuit, and he's just awake enough to notice.
“Hey, hey, it’s not your turn on the biscuit roster!”
But George was too content to care much about that. He had finally gotten a satisfactory day's worth of research which quelled the buzzing in his brain, if only for a couple of hours. As he settled into bed, his thoughts wandered to the librarian from earlier.
He had been so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice anyone was standing over him until the sharp tap on his shoulder. When he did look up, he flinched terribly from the shock. In all fairness, she had been extremely apologetic.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know that we're closing soon."
George slowly scanned the library, only just realising that the Archives had completely emptied. It was just the two of them and their voices echoing up to the high ceilings of the room. He half-formulated a response for a moment, but then realised this was his ideal situation, and turned back to his book.
There was another insistent tap on his shoulder and he glanced up to see a firmer set to the librarian's features.
"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear enough just now. We're closed."
"Okay," he murmured, still half-absorbed in his book. She sighed exasperatedly.
"Look, Mr. ..." she trailed off, and George stared back at her unhelpfully. She spied his name scrawled at the top of his notes, which he was too slow to shift out of sight. "...Karim."
"You're good at reading upside down."
"Thank you, it's one of my many talents. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I still have to ask you to leave."
"What if I said you were really good at reading upside down?"
"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Mr. Karim."
"Please, you don't need to address me by my surname." If the reddening of her face was any indication, he was right in guessing that he hadn't been able to snag his first name from the sheet.
"...I'm good, but not that good. My point, Mr. Karim, is that you have to leave."
He hummed noncommitally. She frowned. “Now you’re just being mean.”
George fought the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes.
“What can I say? You make it so easy.”
"I'll let you borrow an extra book."
"Hmm."
"Two extra books."
After that, they went around in circles for a while, before she stormed of. As the sun continued to set, she started switching off the lights. Even in the dark, he could feel her eyes burning into the back of his skull. He pulled out a few candles and lit them, just in time to illuminate her scowl as she irritatedly walked past him. She returned from her desk a moment later, her face stony.
"I'll ban you from the library if you don't leave right now."
"By all means." Her mouth shrivelled like she had just tasted something bitter, and he knew he had called her on her bluff.
"I'll revoke your borrowing privileges."
"Yes, because not letting me take books home is exactly how you'd get me to leave the library."
"I'll...I'll set the fantasy section visitor on you."
He didn't even look up from his book. "Give him my regards."
He paid dearly for his tongue-in-cheek a few minutes later, when he was smacked by a puff of icy mist, sudden enough to make him splutter with shock.
"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"
"Yes. Now shoo."
He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.
"Actually, I quite liked that."
"You...liked that." She echoed him tonelessly.
He tried to muster up as much dignity as he could while feeling like his face was about to freeze off. "Mhm. Refreshing. Might go as far as to invite you to do it again."
She scoffed, slamming the spray bottle down in surrender.
"Fine. You win. But if you set anything on fire, so help me I will- hang on, I've got a lantern in here somewhere." With that, George watched her drift away distractedly, still mildly damp. He wondered how long he had to wait before asking for something to dry his glasses with.
For the next week, the librarian tolerated his odd hours, and George liked to think that she was coming around. She found out his first name from his library pass the next day, he found out how far he could push it with the late hours. Really, they were almost friends. He liked to think that especially after the night where he got hit in the face by something in a brown paper bag.
"Accidental pastry delivery," the librarian was saying, over the crinkle of the paper bag. "They wouldn't take it back and I've already stuffed myself the best I could."
George peered into the bag to see a deliciously flaky tart and a soft, powdered doughnut. He looked up to see her walking away, and was momentarily distracted by her odd shuffle. It took him a moment to realise she had a slight limp, as if she was carrying some dead weight. But when she returned, holding a tea tray and a viciously folded notebook, all thoughts about her limp flew out of his head. He wouldn't have thought to find such charmingly delicate fine china in a library, of all places.
"How much sugar do you take in your tea?" George blinked, still processing the pastries. She set a cup of tea in front of him, and he decided that it had just the right amount of sugar. She sat down opposite him and poured her own cup of tea, before scratching away at what he could now see was a crossword puzzle.
"Crosswords?"
She arched an eyebrow. "There's only so many books you can read in a day."
"Yes, but...crosswords?"
"You wouldn't believe how fun they are. For instance, right now I'm looking at a six-lettered word for 'nuisance.'"
That shut him up rather quickly. But over the next couple of nights, accident or otherwise, she always joined him for a cup of tea and a little treat once everyone else had cleared out.
And so a rhythm was established. On most nights, their limited conversation rarely strayed away from the tired topics that were which pastry he wanted, how late it was getting, and if he knew a five-letter word of only consonants for 'the immature form of an insect.' But he always wondered about her on the walk home, though he could never quite figure out how to ask. It was on a particularly uninteresting night that he got the answers to these half-formed questions.
He was doing his research, as usual, and she was sitting opposite him, pouring over a crossword puzzle, as usual, when he realised he needed a different volume. She barely stirred as he left the table, silently scratching away at the rough paper. Her stock still image lingered in his mind’s eye. There was something off about her today. She was a little more distracted than normal, and the abnormality unpleasantly reminded George of how little he knew about her. She was always just...there, hovering about, no matter how late it was. Didn't she have a family waiting up for her?
He returned to find her eyes fixed on his scribbled half-thoughts, as if intently deciphering his upside-down scrawls. She jerked back as he set the book down, eyes flitting nervously, almost guiltily.
"You took your time. Thought you got lost back there."
He opened his book with a deliberate slowness, as she fiddled with her pen. When he didn't respond, the forced cheeriness in her voice faded, as her eyes drifted back to his papers.
"Terribly exciting, isn't it? Being an agent."
"S'pose."
"I wanted to be one, when I was younger. Much younger."
The edge to her voice was subtle but unmistakable. He didn't like the way it grated unpleasantly against his ears.
"So how'd you end up here?"
"My talent never really blossomed. Good thing, too; I'd be all thumbs with a rapier anyway."
He frowned. "Hang on. How much can you see, exactly?"
"It's like...like a mist? Sometimes I miss them entirely."
"But you stay out so late past curfew."
"I know. I just try to walk home quickly enough. It's worked out so far."
George glanced at the flaky tart and the repulsively sugary, deep red jam glistening up at him, almost quivering in the flickering candlelight. His appetite was suddenly feeling a little funny.
"Nymph."
"Hm?"
"Five letters, no vowels. Nymph."
She glanced at her crossword, giving a small hum of approval. "So it is."
"But you already knew that."
"Did I?"
Her voice took on a mildly dispirited tone, but it was enough to signal her fading interest in the conversation. His prodding felt frustratingly futile - even now, there was so much of her shrouded in the shadows, shrouded in mystery. He didn't know what to do, or what to say, and he didn't like it. Suddenly, he wasn't sure how much he believed her, something she seemed to pick up on.
"Look, I'm too much of a live wire to be an agent. Can't we just leave it at that?"
"It’s getting late,” he said softly, and the words felt foreign on his tongue, for someone who never cared about the time. His voice sounded distant even to his own ears. But she had already returned to her crossword.
Days passed, and the awkward night was forgotten. They continued growing closer and getting more familiar with each other, if at a snail's pace. One night, she had used up the last teabag for George's tea and waved off his insisting that she have the tea, instead opting for a drink that looked suspiciously alcoholic.
As George expected, she was a little past tipsy by the time they were done, and he lingered behind worriedly as she fumbled to lock up. He walked with her a little further than he normally did, occasionally tipping her upright when she got too giggly.
"Where did you say you lived, again?" George tried to keep his tone nonchalant, hoping she wouldn't realise she never said it a first time. She vaguely pointed ahead, speaking thickly, but he couldn't quite decipher her slurred words. Rolling her eyes exasperatedly, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed her face flush against his as she repeated herself, gesturing wildly with her other arm.
"Two blocks down, then a left, walk another block, then a right, and it's the third door on your right. 51 South Street. There's honeysuckle all over the door, you can't miss it."
She tilted her head sideways, lips brushing his cheekbone. He didn't dare to breathe.
"I can take it from here. Don't think I'll be forgetting this in the morning."
She let go of him as smoothly as she hap clasped herself to him, walking ahead briskly with only minimal stumbling.
"Night, Georgie!" Yes, she must be quite well past tipsy. He watched her till she turned the corner, and almost reluctantly turned to walk home himself.
"Where's Y/N?"
George didn't mean to be impolite, but when there was a different librarian handing him his day pass the following week, he didn’t know how else to respond.
“Miss L/N’s called in sick this morning. But I’d be happy to help you with any of your Archives needs.”
The Archives felt frustratingly foreign that day. He hadn’t realised how comforting her lingering had been, to feel rather than see her wandering through the aisles just feet from him. The Archives’ closing was enough to chase him out a few hours later.
He started on the beaten path back to 35 Portland Row, before pausing. He turned, looking at the roads behind him, softly lit up by the fading rays of the setting sun. She couldn’t live that far. Just a block, or maybe two, then…was it a right?
Haltingly, he walked forward, looking this way and that amongst the tall houses which were all beginning to look worryingly identical. But she was right. 51 South Street did stick out with the heavily perfumed buttercup-yellow honeysuckle framing the door. That, and the girl smoking on the front steps of the house.
She glanced up from the gravel she was staring at as he drew closer, staring at him with cloudy eyes until she finally seemed to register him.
“…George! You’re - what? Did something happen?”
“You tell me.”
She fiddled with the ends of her hair with her free hand distractedly. “Oh. I’m alright. My leg was feeling a little bad in the morning, so I called in sick.”
He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Didn’t take you for a smoker.”
“I’m not. It just helps with the pain.”
“For now. For an hour. You know it’s only making it worse in the long run.”
She either coughed or laughed, he couldn’t tell. He watched her breath smoke like sighs, in silence.
"I used to be an agent. And I wasn’t half bad at it, either. But I tripped up, once…lost half the nerves in my left leg. After the ghost touch, my Sight-” she pressed a hand to her eyelids, trembling for something grieved. “My Sight…it was never the same again. I tried to stay on for a while, but it was so difficult, and so painful for everyone…so I left. I couldn’t do anything with my hip connected to this…dead weight.” She tapped her cigarette experimentally, ash snowing over her shoe. “I’m dead weight, Karim.”
He wanted to comfort her, but he was never the comforting type.
“You miss it.”
“I do. I love the Archives, but…I feel like I’m part of everyone’s life, except for my own. I don’t feel like my own person. I felt so…alive as an agent. Like I’d burst into flames at any minute, as if I had that much more life which the visitors didn’t have.”
George knew the type. He lived with the type.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m glad you didn’t. Burst into flames, I mean.”
She half smiled into the palm she was resting her chin on. “Aww, Georgie.”
George coughed awkwardly, starting to drift away now that she was clearly feeling better. He recognised that teasing look on her face a little too well. “Okay, you’re alright now.”
“Did you oh so miss me today?”
“That’s enough out of you.”
“Not getting fond of me, are you Georgie?”
The back of his neck flamed red. She was definitely alright now.
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Cady’s Cousin pt.2
A/N: sorry this is mostly like “texting” also the relationship/couples I have in here are (karen and gretchen), (cady and regina), later I’ll add (janis and reader) and maybe (aaron and kevin g) idk maybe lol I won’t be tagging the ships since they’re not the main ship I hope y’all liked this lol
(Sunday 8:30pm)
*Cady created a group chat*
Cads 🦁: hey guys I made this group chat so (Y/N) can get to know you guys, you guys can get to know them, and just for fun 👍
???(1): aw Cady that’s so sweet, this is Aaron by the way lol
(Y/N): can everyone send their name please 🙏
???(2): karen 💕
???(3): Beyoncé
???(4): that’s Damian ^, this is janis 👾
Damian🌟: janis you’re no fun this is homophobia
Janis👾: yeah I hate the gays 🙄
karen💕: ??? u hat me 😞
Janis👾: no not you karen just Damian
karen💕: o okie 😽
???(5): the hottest bitch you’ll meet
(Y/N): hi Regina
Cads🦁: Y/N!!!
(Y/N): cads chill I know she’s off limits
Regina👛: aw baby you’re so cute when you’re jealous
Janis👾: barf 🤮
(Y/N): 😭😭😭
(Y/N): wait where’s Gretchen?
karen💕: sleping 😴
Damian🌟: Important question! Y/n are you one of them queers?
(Y/N): I would be offended if you thought I wasn’t
*damian has named group chat “fruit loops”*
Janis👾: I-
(Y/N): oh that’s-
Damian🌟: OK STOP BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO THE GAY BLACK MAN IM A MINORITY HERE
Regina👛: how’s everyone feeling about school tomorrow? I’m kind of excited mostly because the school cheese fries just hit different yk?
Cads🦁: I’m excited too but for classes I picked an extra math class this year
(Y/N): ha nerd 🤓
(Y/N): I’m nervous lol but at least I have you guys
Janis👾: I’m not excited I hate school it keeps me from doing more important things
(Y/N): like what?
Janis👾: sleeping
Damian🌟: I’m excited I decided that I’m gonna take the new senior only theater class which is a little out of my comfort zone but I’ll manage
Aaron🧍♂️: I was supposed to be graduated last year so I’m not excited at all
(Y/N): YOU GOT HELD BACK?!?! WHAT?!?!
Aaron🧍♂️: yeah I failed English and history so I couldn’t graduate
Cads🦁: it’s ok Aaron now you get to be with us for another year 😊
(Sunday 11:50pm) fruit loops
(Y/N): guys I can’t sleep
Janis👾: same I’ve been lying very still and it’s not working
Damian🌟: janis did you take the melatonin I gave you?
Janis👾: yeah but it’s not working 😔
Damian🌟: welp that’s a you problem then
(Monday 2:30am) fruit loops
(Y/N): do you think I can fit 40 mini marshmallows in my mouth?
Janis👾: oh absolutely
(Y/N): omg ur still awake too?
Janis👾: yeah lol
(Y/N): I just put 35 mini marshmallows in my mouth idk if I can fit more
Janis👾: if you fit all 40 I’ll give you 5 bucks
(Y/N): challenge accepted
(Monday 2:37am) fruit loops
(Y/N): I fit all 40 and almost choked lmao
Janis👾: lmao nice your $5 will be given at school
(Y/N): yippieeee
(Y/N): dude I literally can’t sleep
Janis👾: wanna call? That’s what me and Damian used to do before he got a good sleep schedule lmao
(Y/N): um sure me and my friend back home used to do that too
*incoming call from Janis👾*
“Hi” you whispered suddenly feeling a little more tired with her company even if it was only over the phone “hey” janis said with a small yawn “nice shirt” you say seeing her Lego movie shirt “oh um thanks” she says with a laugh “so what’s up?” “Let’s take turns asking each other questions until we fall asleep” you say with a little yawn “hmm ok favorite color?” She asks you “ooo definitely (your favorite color), how about you?” “Hmm either green or purple” “ooo good choice, hmm hobbies?” “I sing and write a little but I guess art even though I don’t consider it a hobby it’s more of a lifestyle” “art? Can I see some?” “Yeah sure I’ll show you some stuff tomorrow” you both yawn “shit it’s 3 am” janis sighs “fuck” you chuckle sleepy “um I’m getting tired” janis says with a tired laugh “me too” you say starting to close your eyes “good night (y/n)” “good night Janis” you say with a yawn falling asleep as she hangs up
Monday 5:30am
“Pst…(y/n)? You gotta wake up” your cousin said lightly shaking you “ugh five more minutes” you mumbled “no come on up you gotta get ready” she insisted, you got up against your body begging to go back to sleep “good morning sleepy head” Cady said with an enthusiastic smile “cads what time is it?” “5:33” “doesn’t school start at like 8:30?” “No it starts at 8 and I wanted to make sure you had enough time to get ready and have breakfast, breakfast is very important” “uh huh…mm thanks cads” you say with a yawn deciding to get up and look through your clothes “meet me in my room when you’re done getting dressed, ok?” Cady said “um ok?” You said grabbing your favorite jeans and shirt then going to look for your jacket as your cousin left
(Monday 5:40 am) fruit loops
Gretchen🌷: good morning everyone soooo so sorry for not texting yesterday I went to bed early
Regina👛: it’s ok Gretch don’t worry about it
Regina👛: also damn I think Janis and (y/n) our new insomniac duo
(Y/N): unfortunately yes I’m so fucking tired also good morning Gretchen
Aaron🧍♂️: why are you guys up so early it’s not even six yet? I literally woke up because of all the buzzing
(Y/N): cads woke me up :(
Regina👛: my skincare and makeup routine take like and hour
Gretchen🌷: I like mornings ☀️
You finished getting ready and headed over to Cady’s room like she asked you to. “What’s up cads?” “Eee (y/n) ok so first of all how are you feeling about your first day” “a little nervous and tired I only got like 2 and a half hours of sleep” “oh goodness (y/n) why didn’t you sleep sooner?”cady says concerned “Because I wasn’t tired?” You half joked. Cady hands you a paper. “That’s a map of the school the way Janis sees it she gave it to me on my first day I feel like it could be helpful for you” “oh um wow thanks cads” you say giving her a half hug. Your aunt knocks on Cady’s open door “hey girls good morning” “good morning mom” Cady says enthusiastically, you yawn “morning” you say with a small smile “I’ve got to head to work but I’m assuming you girls have a ride?” “Yeah Aaron’s gonna pick us up I think?” Cady answers “alright I love you two, be on your best behavior and call me or text me if you need me” your aunt says as she leaves “bye” you and Cady say at the same time. You head to the kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal
(Monday 6:40am) fruit loops
Regina👛: my mom is doing a coffee run what does everyone want?
Damian🌟: iced coffee, oat milk, vanilla
Gretchen🌷: just the usual for me and Karen
Janis👾: iced coffee, oat milk, lavender
(Y/N): um (your coffee order) please
Cads🦁: can you just get me a tea?
Regina👛: yeah of course I’ll get your favorite
Aaron🧍♂️: regular coffee, cream and sugar please
Regina👛: ok also who’s picking up who today? I can get Karen and Gretchen as usual
Aaron🧍♂️: my mom said I don’t have car privileges this week so I can’t give anyone a ride
Damian🌟: I can get janis for sure but if anyone else needs a ride I can get them too
Cads🦁: can you give (Y/N) and I a ride please we’re ready whenever you are 👍
Damian🌟: yeah I’ll be over in 10 then we’ll go get Janis because I know she’s not ready yet
Janis👾: I would be offended but it’s true
Regina👛: alright meet at our usual spot?
Aaron🧍♂️: 👍
Damian🌟: sounds good see y’all soon
#janis ‘imi’ike#regina george#cady heron#gretchen wieners#damian hubbard#karen shetty#aaron samuels#mean girls 2024
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UR INVITED 2 CHEOLHUB'S 1ST BDAY BASH!
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HELLOOOOO! ok first of all, no one comment on my header (unless ur complimenting it 😊), i dropped my art minor after 3 months bc i lack artistic skill and i’ve made it very clear here. NEXT, it’s not MY birthday but cheolhub will officially be a YEAR old on the 26th of august & i wanted to celebrate with a lil sleepover event :> i've had so many ups and downs while running this blog and have almost abandoned it more times than i can count, so i just want to say CHEERS to cheolhub (aka sar aka me) for making it this far <3 i am eternally grateful for every kind message, every piece of feedback, and everyone who has been supporting me and my silly lil blog. i love u guys sm and would’ve been long gone without you T^T <3 i hope you'll join the celebration!! -3- and if this flops, you’ll never hear from me again /j /j /j
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Hello!!! I love your blog so much! But can I ask.... How are you? How is your sleeping schedule like now 🫶🏻??? (Also can I request a MC and Rerek interaction, but they agreed IN ONE thing, you can think of what it is... I just want more interaction and sass) But also I hope you are Ok and fine... Love you💕🫶🏻
Hiiiii 😊💚
Thank you so much! That means alot...And thank you for asking me how I am, I dont get that alot in the asks lmao.. I'm OK, but my sleeping schedule is absolutely awful 🤣 I've spent probably the last 2 weeks with a brain like mashed potato, I've been wanting to talk about it actually, like I dont want anyone worrying over me, I'm fine, honestly, but because of how mashed my brain is currently, I feel like I have days where I post loads, and then days where I don't post alot because my brain just be like:
And I know people want feeding, and I know people enjoy my stuff, and I guess I'm sorry if I'm not giving y'all what you want 24/7. I'm a very "I'll write what I want, when I wanna write it" kinda person even when my head is good, nevermind when my head is bad lol! 🤣 so yeah, that's how I am, and that's how I'm feeling currently lol 💚 and love ya too, thank you for the support! 😊
(Regarding your request, click the undercut 🙂)
Interactions with Rerek
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MC: *walks into Marvolos room to wait for him*
Rerek: Urgh..*turns away from her*
MC: *Goes over to his vivarium* Hi Rerek *small smile*
Rerek: *harshly moves away in his huge vivarium away from MC, staring at her and hisses* URGH...God...Will you just leave me alone!
MC: Listen Rerek, I know you're talking, but I can't understand you, so how about, yes or no questions? You can nod or shake your head to answer me..Ok?
Rerek: Listen here Masters Cumdump, I will not play this stupid little...*sighs*...Fine...*nods head*
MC: Great *smiles* Ok so..Do you like me?
Rerek: BAAAHAHA... *shakes head*
MC: *frowns* will you ever let me pet you?
Rerek: No hoe. *shakes his head*
MC: *offended scoff* Ok LISTEN..If I bring you a poacher every week, Alive..For you to kill and eat..Will you let me pet you?
Rerek: .......
MC:...... (??)
Rerek: Hmmmm. *nods head*
MC: Really?! *smiles*
Rerek: Yes bitch, really. *nods his heads*
MC: So we are agreed? I bring the goods, you let me pet?
Rerek: *sigh* Yes..We're agreed *nods head*
MC: So does this mean you'll like me? *smiles*
Rerek: No? it means we will have a working relationship..Nothing more, you give me what I want, I give you ONE THING that you want, which is to pet me..Thats it *hissy laugh* I don't have to fucking like you, Whore..P-ha..
MC: ......?
Rerek: Urgh..Shit..Forgot..*shakes head*
MC: Dammit! *frowns*
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idk how to word this but your realease schedule is very…..fair? to people that have patreon and who don’t have it. I’ve seen some authors doing like, patreon 10/4 and public build 06/05 and doing the public build SO FAR, wich i PERSONALLY don’t think is ok but yea.
I know this differs from author to author and it is a marketing strategy to make money because authors HAVE to make money to live somehow but still my opinion!
thank you<3
I'm glad you think it's fair 😊 I tried my best to make sure that players were getting the game around the same time and a week isn't too long of a wait for the public release. I love my Patrons because they're supporting me monetarily but I know that not everyone can afford to support an author or game development so this is a happy middle-ground for everyone.
I also enjoy the feedback from the public because it's always so vastly different and vocal 😅 I'm lucky that I have a full-time job so Patreon isn't my main income but for some, I know that extra income really helps pay the bills so while it seems a little unfair, authors do need to make some dough in order to focus so much energy and time into a passion project that doesn't pay the bills on its own. As an indie game dev, you really don't have any funds to get proper game assets or to publish the game without support from players through Patreon etc unless you're going to pay for it out of your own pocket, which is unaffordable for most.
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Oh? Tell us more about Nick and Taylor's chemistry please. Curious Anon here! What do you mean by how interested you are in the nature of it and how it reflects on screen? Please elaborate 😊
Ok, so.
I don’t want my words to be misunderstood or lead to negativity so I might be extra cautious with things I’ll be saying.
Where to start?
After my first watch, I remember saying *I think I like them better as BFF than as soulmates*. Six months down the line, things have obviously changed but I feel like there’s still a sense of that in few of my favorite scenes to watch, such as the New Year Eve party, the infamous turkey scene or the coffee in Paris scene. They’re flirty but we’re still closer to the start of the relationship than the end of the movie.
After my first watch, when I eventually stumbled into a few videos of them as Nick and Taylor and saw them as they are, I said oh. right. this is what I’ve seen shine so brightly through the movie.
So, that was me a few days in the fandom.
Obviously things are a little bit more nuanced now that I had time to watch and think more about everything. Because their chemistry also work in scenes where they are definitely not friends. Sex scenes were definitely not a problem since they feel right in all of them and there are also scenes through the second half of the movie where their chemistry is perfect for me. I love the.. pontoon? (No idea how it’s called) scene. Even if I wouldn’t put it in a list of my favorite, it’s probably one of the most beautiful scene of the movie. I love the piano scene as well.
But there is also a whole segment of the movie where they've kind of lost me in terms of chemistry. And writing this post is making me realize that most of the scenes I’m talking about are actually scenes that happen in a row: from the moment Alex storms into the (fucking) castle to Alex leaving all the way through the V&A scene. I guess I was waiting to feel things I haven't really felt. Not everything fall into Taylor and Nick’s responsibility obviously (I could pinpoint blocking and writing and editing), but these were moments the chemistry should have crossed the screen to wreak my heart and didn’t really.
And I don’t know about their filming schedule exactly, but my guess is that maybe at this point they had fell (too much?) into that friendship/banter energy off screen, and it had leaked a bit on what they were doing on screen. Which did great for some scenes and a bit less for others. Because learning that the coffee scene was the first one they shot made a lot of sense with the rightness of their energy there. Alex and Henry have obviously known each other for a while, but, in many ways, the scene feels like a first date. And since this was the first scene for Taylor and Nick, they naturally were exactly where they needed to be. With the shyness and the tension, but that urge to know each other and just start whatever they were starting as characters and as actors.
So yeah. This isn’t me saying they haven’t any chemistry or haven’t enough of it. They obviously have, and it did help for the majority of the movie. But, for me, there were some moments, when the nature of their chemistry off screen might has made the process of hitting the right spot on screen more difficult. I don’t know.
And I do believe that seeing or not seeing chemistry in people is the most subjective thing you can think of. I’ve seen people melt over the chemistry shared by two people who looked (for me) like they never met in their entire lives and I’ve also seen the opposite so, you know. All opinions are valuable in this context and nothing is an absolute truth.
And if you’re wondering why I didn’t mention the night scene in Paris: I have another ask about it, so we’ll have plenty of time to discuss at length about it. Just probably not today 😅
And once again, thank you for the question 🙏💜
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BAD BUDDY RERUN SEASON – EP.2 (NOTES ON THE REWATCH)
As we move on during the BBS rerun season, this write-up is a listing of observations made during my rewatch of Ep.2. 😊 (For notes on the Ep.1 rewatch, see here.)
Ep.2 begins with a little blooper – the establishing shot is the exterior of Pran's home (55/158 Ek Charoen 10 Alley, Lak Hok, Pathum Thani Province; Pat's house is number 55/159) but the interior is Pran's student apartment.
The opening sequence sets up a few things. We are introduced to Pat and Pran's personalities – Pran is ordered and disciplined, likes a schedule, and makes decisions with his head. Pat, on the other hand, does what he likes and lives in the moment.
Pran wakes up on the dot at 7.00am, but takes more than an hour to get ready. Pat gets more than an extra hour of sleep, and dozes through two alarms. But even as Pat barrels out unshowered and rumpled after oversleeping, we see that he still manages to leave earlier than Pran. The boys have differing styles, but their different approaches work in their own way, and neither is necessarily better than the other.
There are also hints to their mindsets when we look at the slogans they've put up in their apartments. Pat's is on his door – "I'm not arguing; I'm just explaining why I'm right" – and summarizes how he has little regard for the status quo once he's latched on to a goal for change. Pran's is pinned to the wall above his computer – "In design, thinking wrong is right" – and seems to be a reminder to him that it's OK to break the rules in the right circumstances.
It's clear that Pran has a lot of respect for rules, mores and discipline in his life – but behind the scenes, free of expectations, we're shown he's just as capable of going rogue for the greater good with partner-in-crime Pat (e.g., when they manipulate their friend groups in an effort to bring about peace in Ep.1, and also when they dupe their parents about their relationship in Ep.12).
We are also shown what becomes a running gag later – just before Pran exits his apartment, he remembers something and goes back for it. He'd almost forgotten his keys (the keychain has a little identifying astronaut that we also see at Ep.2 [2/4] 2.14) AND his earphone case (which we see him open to retrieve the earphones at Ep.2 [1I4] 3.29). Throughout the series and all the way to Ep.12 it's a thing with Pran that he always forgets/misplaces his earphones. This is the first reference to Pran's trademark foible in BBS.
The scene when Pat covers Pran's mouth in the toilet stall (Ep.2 [1I4] 6.22) is played for laughs, and is also a callback to the two scenes in Ep.1 where Pat did the same thing (thanks for pointing this out @weirdetta! 😊👍).
I also think this is the first of several scenes where Pat intrudes inappropriately (but also innocently enough) on Pran's personal space. He's not actually conscious of why he's doing it (e.g., at the music shop in Ep.3 [3I4], and in the staircase when they get spooked by a cat in Ep.4 [1I4]) but it looks like Pat is subconsciously seeking out physical closeness with Pran all the time, and it's not motivated by anything dubious or sinister.
This scene in the toilet stall shows it for what it is – there was no need for Pat to push Pran into the stall and cover his mouth. It's not like Pran was going to yell or anything (unlike the two scenes in the preceding episode – at Ep.1 [3I4] 1.13 and 6.01 – when there was a real risk Pran might have called out in surprise and blown their cover).
Pat was acting on instinct here, but somehow in his golden retriever brain the message of "I must protect Pran" got mixed up with his subconscious "I need to be physically close to Pran", and we get the first comic and chaotic instance of our hero-boy collapsing in on Pran's personal space when it wasn't quite necessary (his unwashed hand also foreshadowing where this closeness will be heading later after they become a couple 😉).
At Ep.2 [1I4] 8.24 Pran is not humming tunelessly to himself while working on an assignment. He's actually trying to write what will become PatPran's personal anthem Our Song (humming the first notes of the chorus) and this shows he'd been working on it for some time – since the beginning of first year at university in fact.
We know from later episodes that Pran isn't going to be able to complete Our Song anytime soon (complaining about how hard the songwriting process is to Wai at Ep.3 [1I4] 1.26). Pran only finishes composing it toward the end of the following year, in Ep.11.
This is in contrast to Just (a) Friend that he co-wrote, apparently quite easily, with Pat in high school. The reasons for his songwriter's block aren't made very clear (it's not just separation from Pat), but there will be clues to the explanation in later episodes. 😉
The idea that their mobile phones are metaphors for their hearts and minds (based on their chat ID exchange in Ep.1, analyzed here) is given resonance by Pat and Pran's text conversation starting at Ep.2 [1I4] 8.51, wherein Pran suggests Pat is behaving like a boyfriend and Pat suggests they're so close they might as well share a bed:
The text exchange on their mobile phones appears to be giving voice to Pat and Pran's own heartfelt, subconscious desires for their deepening relationship. Pat is still clueless about the meaning of his impulses here, but for Pran (who's in love with Pat) the subtext is significant, and he counters it with a vomming emoji:
This is an early example of Pran's constant self-denial, where he outwardly communicates the opposite of what he truly feels inside (another example is his reply "I… hate you" to Pat at Ep.4 [4/4] 17.08).
When Pran leaves Oishi green tea at Pat's door as an (anonymous) apology for eating the misdelivered salad (Ep.2 [1I4] 10.40), he also encloses the receipt folded into an origami bird that Pat interprets (erroneously) as a sign of romantic feelings from a secret admirer:
Although we're not shown any other examples of Pran's paper-folding prowess, it's something that Pat remembers – he mentions origami as one of Pran's favorite hobbies when shouting out his love for Pran during the khan maak challenge at Ep.10 [1I4] 11.25. 💖
When Pat (anonymously) leaves khanom jeep dumplings for Pran to say thank you for the green tea (Ep.2 [1I4] 13.02), Pran's buddies (correctly) interpret this as an attempt at courtship:
The word jeep (จีบ) that Louis mentions at Ep.2 [2/4] 0.32 means pleated when describing these dumplings (and refers to the crimping of the shaomai skin). But khanom aside, jeep also means to court or to flirt, and this is why Louis also says "It's not just some food." (The significance of the dumplings to their Ep.7 courtship competition is explained more in detail here.)
Pat also drew a little heart on the note accompanying the gift, so his romantic intentions here are unmistakable. Underscoring the premise that homophobia is non-existent in the universe of Bad Buddy, Pran's friends also have no problem with the fact that it's clearly a guy hitting on Pran (evidenced by Pat's use of the male particle krap/ครับ).
When Pran's friends tease him with Pat's second anonymous gift of khanom thong yod (Ep.2 [2/4] 4.00), the confectionery actually has a long and interesting backstory (explained here):
When PatPran's rooftop rendezvous (Ep.2 [2/4] 4.55) goes awry because neither was expecting their blind date to be their childhood "enemy", it was actually the first in a series of their encounters at the roof of Chana City Residences, that marked key stages in the progress of their relationship:
Their Ep.2 encounter here was a first (failed) romantic assignation;
At Ep.5 [4/4] 11.35 they have a do-over with the Epic Rooftop Kiss, but then Pran runs because he's not ready;
At Ep.7 [4/4] 1.40 Pran pleads with Pat to take on the role of Riam in the Architecture play, but it turns yet again into a battle of wills – and this is actually part of their own version of the dating phase in their relationship, except that they use competition instead of conventional courtship to draw closer to each other;
At Ep.8 [2/4] 3.10, with PatPran a newly-confirmed couple, they have a private romantic dinner where they learn more about each other's values and norms (e.g., personal boundaries);
At Ep.10 [4/4] 12.42 they support each other as united partners, confronting challenges to their now-established couplehood.
When the subtitles tell us that Pran calls Pat "Mr. Dumpling" on the rooftop, the words that he uses in Thai are actually a bit more barbed – it sounds like Pran is actually addressing him as "P'Num Jeep"(พี่หนุ่มจีบ), which translates to something more like "Big Bro Casanova" or "Mr. Man of Seduction" (explained in the khanom thong yod write-up referred to above, also linked here). This is of course more sarcastic than affectionate, since Pat's romantic efforts to woo his fantasy "Green Tea Girl" had come to naught.
When Pat and Pran hash things out in Pat's apartment at Ep.2 [3I4] 8.36, at first it looks like they're just arguing about each other not controlling their troublemaking friends (and not without reason too).
But then it escalates – to the point where Pran says with outrage "You said you were doing fine without me!" Remembering that they were close friends (behind the scenes) up until the time Pran was sent away, I think this shows that they're not just complaining about each other's friend groups behaving badly here. For Pran at least, there's also an element of emotional hurt at having been replaced so easily by Korn, Mo and Chang ("crap" friends, he calls them) in Pat's life.
Remembering too that their relationship always had (and will continue to have) a competitive, battling dynamic built-in (evident even in Ep.12), it's possible to read their argument here also as PatPran falling back into their comfort zone (especially when they start accusing each other: "You're trying to start a fight"/"Yes. So? YOU'RE starting a fight"). On some level that must also have been familiar and comforting to them, as odd as it may seem.
However, when Pran says "Things don't end well whenever I'm close to you" at Ep.2 [3I4] 9.01, it's a verbatim repeat of what he said at Ep.1 [4/4] 3.28. And in Ep.1 – less than a minute after he says this – he and Pat get caught for fighting by Ajahn Pichai. In Ep.2 – less than a minute after he says the same thing – Pat's dad comes knocking at the door.
Both times, Pran's mantra seems to get some strange cosmic confirmation, and it must have merely reinforced his belief that closeness to Pat would only end (again) in heartbreak. We are also shown the first time Pran learnt this painful lesson, in Pat's flashback at Ep.2 [4/4] 5.36, when the boys collaborated on the high school Christmas Song Contest and Pran got sent away as a result.
In Ep.1 we saw Pran allowing himself a bit of new-found happiness at having Pat, his longtime crush, back in his life again. So when Ming turns up unannounced and almost catches Pran in Pat's room, this mantra of "Things don't end well whenever I'm close to you" must have been ringing in his head again, especially with Ming's extended litany of complaints about him and his family expounded right above his hiding place under the bed – another very real (and almost in-your-face) reminder of how closeness to Pat had always ended badly for him.
This is why he has an immediate change of heart and announces his decision to move out once Ming is safely out of earshot; it seems Pran truly did believe that allowing himself to get close to Pat would only end in heartbreak. He was probably also beating himself up for all his little micro-splashes of happiness as he drew closer to Pat in Ep.1. 😢
In Pat's flashback of the Christmas Song contest, we see the boys exchanging looks across the classroom when Kruu Sunee assigns Pran to be the vocalist for the band (Ep.2 [4/4] 5.30).
The first time around watching this, I interpreted it as the frenemies' trepidation at having to work together, but now on the rewatch we know better – the two good friends behind the scenes finally had an excuse to work closely together, and spend time together, publicly.
So the look the two rascals share is more one of smug, conspiratorial secrecy, not apprehension. But it all ends badly though – when Dissaya got wind of their collaboration, Pran was uprooted and sent away. At Ep.2 [4/4] 7.51 Pat's friends blame him for Pran's transfer and call him Pran's jinx.
This is partly why Pat strives so hard to mend things with Pran later and explains the exchange at the LogTech lift lobby in Ep.3 [2/4] – "I'm your lucky charm"/"More like a jinx". At Ep.2 [4/4] 8.41 (as Pat relives the pain of Pran's transfer) and 9.56 (when he says "I owe you for saving Pa's life. And that time when you got transferred because of me") we see he does blame himself for Pran being sent away.
But when Pat surprises Pran at his condo viewing and offers to move out instead, Pran immediately wrenches control of the narrative at Ep.2 [4/4] 10.16, and shifts the situation into more of their usual dynamic – clashing and one-upmanship – by refusing Pat's offer. In doing this, he blocks Pat from evening out the score between them and keeps the conflict going – which is also his way of keeping them entrenched in their familiar refuge of battling each other. This leads to some physical rough-housing, and then at some point they both suddenly sense the stirrings of impulses that are more than just platonic (Ep.2 [4/4] 11.28):
Pran of course recognizes this moment for what it is, while Pat remains oblivious to the meaning of it all (and will continue to be so, until his senses are awakened in Ep.5).
But I think this scene also foreshadows the portrayal of their impending romantic relationship, in that it will always contain some element of competitive push-and-pull (e.g., when their version of courtship is to compete against each other in Ep.7 – explained here – and when they have a drinking game in the epilogue of Ep.12).
This framing of romance within a context of wrestling and wrangling is further highlighted when Pat barges into the lift afterwards at Ep.2 [4/4] 13.29 – we know there's going to be more rambunctious scuffling afoot as they continue their argument, but the amorous undercurrents are also unmissable since this sequence is clearly a send-up of another well-worn BL trope – the elevator tryst (that gets a callback later in the LogTech lift as well).
The episode then closes with the Archi-Engine fracas in front of the bus-stop – without the peacemaking presence of Pat and Pran, it was bound to happen:
But with the brawl coming so soon after Pat and Pran's squabbling at the condo viewing, it distracts the viewer (or at least it distracted me the first time around) from fully registering the romantic tensions underpinning all of Pat and Pran's own skirmishes in the second half of Ep.2 (their awkward on-bed clinch at Ep.2 [4/4] 11.28 notwithstanding). 👍
[Afterpost Edit: for notes on the rewatch of other episodes, see these links here: Ep.1, Ep.3, Ep.4 and Ep.5. 😊]
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The teacher series!!!!!!! Seems so so exciting. I'd love to read more of it xx.
Ah OK! I'll give you a sneak of part 2 because you're the person to respond 😊🫶
It was about to be the first week of October and homecoming was just around the corner. It was cute to see the girls and boys getting asked to the dance. It reminded her of her time in high school. Her and Harry were sitting in her office, planning the schedule for their next drama club rehearsal.
“Did you go to homecoming?” She asked randomly and he glanced up at her.
“Yeah, I did. But I only went my junior year.” He said.
“What? Why?”
“Well we don’t have that in England, or at least not the school I went to. And I moved here when I was 15, so my sophomore year I didn’t go as a protest to my mum dragging us here. I only asked someone my junior year and went with them. But then my senior year I actually got a concussion while we played a scrimmage football game and I was in the hospital.” He laughed.
“Wow, that’s wild.” She shook her head.
“And you?”
“Yeah, I went every year. Mostly with my girlfriends.”
“No one ever asked you?”
“I mean, they did to prom… I was just a little weird in high school.” She giggled.
“I see. Are you gonna chaperone?”
“Yeah, they asked me yesterday…” she mumbled, “Have to be there from 7 to 9pm.”
“Oh perfect, we’ve got the same shift.” He smiled and she glanced up.
“Really?”
“Yeah!” He grinned wide.
“That’s awesome. At least I won’t be alone with Brian.” She giggled jokingly and he nodded.
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“Niall, please!” Harry begged.
“No way, Harry! I do not want to do the 9 to 11 shift. There’s no way.” Niall said crossing his arms to show his unwillingness to switch chaperone shifts with his friend, “Hey! No roughhousing!” He shouted to some students as they played some basketball for P.E.
“Please mate, Y/N is on the 7 to 9 with you and she thinks I’m on that shift as well.” He pleaded.
“Why would you tell her you’re on that shift if you’re not?” Niall asked and Harry huffed.
“I mean, why wouldn’t I? C’mon Ni, please.”
“Does she even like you back? Are you sure this might go somewhere?” He asked, eyes careful on the games at hand.
“We kissed.” He said and Niall glanced over to him with a smile.
“What? When?” He grinned in excitement, all of his unwillingness melted away at his friend’s small victory.
“When we met to cast the winter musical. We caught a film after and we kissed and we haven’t kissed in almost a month now so this is the perfect chance! If we get off by 9 we might get the chance to go out again or something.” Harry explained.
“Ughhh, fine.” Niall grumbled, “All in the name of love.”
“You are the best, I owe you!” Harry called out as he hurried out of the gym to make it to his class.
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Hello my dear! I'm very curious, how would Beauty spend Valentine's Day with Stephen? And I hope today is kind to you and that you get a little bit of a break today. Take good care of yourself, ok? <3 <3 <3
Thank you kindly, Nonny ~ I'm taking it easy right now, before a chore I have to do this afternoon. My new work schedule is much more civilized, which allows me to better recuperate from those long shifts on my feet!
So ~ Valentine's Day with Beauty & Stephen? Well, if it were ever really possible, Beauty would want to spend the whole day together, doing her best to spoil him in any ways she could that would make him happy.
But most of his time is claimed by his responsibilities, and even on the days we think of as weekends (and the days she normally has off from work) he is just as likely to be called away by duty, as not. She'd plan something lowkey because she wouldn't want him to feel bad if he had to suddenly duck out to deal with a mystic threat to humanity or assist Wong in a vital mission. He recently nearly missed his surprise birthday party for just those reasons, and she took that lesson to heart!
Beauty would want to prepare Stephen's favortite dishes & dessert because cooking for someone is part of her love language since she was a young girl helping her mom cook for their family. Dinner would be by candlelight, with soft, romantic tunes playing in the background. She'd wear her prettiest dress (with something new & silky underneath😊), not just for him, but because it would make her feel happy, and she's learned that Stephen enjoys her happiness as much as she enjoys his.
After dinner and before dessert, she'd hope he wouldn't mind a little close dancing because they don't get many opportunities for that. Then they'd have some dessert, and Beauty would give him a modest gift. Something she made herself, because really what can a woman give a man who can practically magic himself just about anything he might need? Maybe a scrapbook of their times together. Perhaps a pillowcase that she had painstakingly embroidered with blue butterflies and tiny hearts & flowers and his initials in gold thread. Though the scent would soon fade, she'll have washed it with her shampoo--because he's told her that he loves when he can still smell her hair on his pillows on nights they are apart. She'd be wishing with all her heart that he would stay the night, but doesn't assume he will--for she never knows when his duties will preclude that.
All in all, not a fancy or extraordinary evening, but certainly one filled with quiet gifts that reflect her heart.💝💜💘
#Valentine's Day with Stephen#well Muse & Mun can dream a little can't they?#thank you for asking Nonny#I needed a good reason to employ that picture💗#once upon a time they were#BeautifullyStrange#Beauty Lincoln#OFC#💔 but she'll get over it some day
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Six Sentence Sunday. One Victor CH 26
I haven’t done this in ages!!! I’m sure no one expects this at this point but here I am again, with a lot more than six sentences from the upcoming chapter of One Victor.
Let me know what you think 😊
As usual, unbetaed and subject to change.
You can find the full fic on AO3 and FF.net
Enjoy!
After all the hubbub died down, Peeta walked the Everdeens back to their compartment.
He was at their doorstep, already wishing them a good night, when Katniss slipped her hand in his and announced, "I'm going to go over to Peeta's for a little while."
Without a word, Prim kissed her sister's cheek and disappeared into their living quarters.
Mrs. Everdeen took a moment to look at her eldest daughter. Her eyes were guarded, but her voice was gentle. "I'll see you later, then." Before closing the door, she added, "Good night, Peeta."
Stunned, Peeta mumbled, "Good night, Mrs. Everdeen."
With her family out of the way, Katniss turned to look at him, suddenly worried. "Is that OK? Maybe, you want to be on your own."
"On my own?" Peeta tugged on her hand to bring her closer. "Nu-uh. I'd much rather be with you."
"Good!" Beaming, Katniss lead him the rest of the way.
XXOXX
"Katniss!" Peeta whispered. His voice, firm and urgent, was like a lifeline, cutting through a world of death and destruction and guiding her back into the real world. "Katniss, wake up!"
Katniss woke with a start. Panting hard, she pressed a hand over her racing heart and took stock of her surroundings.
Dim light. White walls. No windows. An ugly coffee table. A leather-bound scrapbook.
Peeta's compartment.
We must have fallen asleep on the couch, Katniss realized.
Peeta's hand on her shoulder was gentle but steady. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms and, without argument, she followed.
"You OK?" he asked.
Katniss pressed her ear to his chest. His heart was beating at the same quick pace as hers.
"It was just a nightmare,” she mumbled into his shirt.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not really," safely nestled in the cocoon of his arms, she admitted, “it was about Twelve."
Peeta nodded.
It had been a long day.
The visit to their district and all the excitement of the presentation at the public square had drained them.
Back in the privacy of his compartment, they had shared a few kisses, but mostly, they had just snuggled on the couch and talked.
Looking for memories of happier days, Peeta had pulled out the scrapbook he had salvaged from his visit to Victors' Village earlier in the day. Katniss had been delighted to see the pictures from his Victory Tour.
He still couldn't believe how much she remembered simply from watching the daily news reports.
"I wanted to know how you were doing," she admitted, blushing prettily when he asked her about it.
The conversation had been a welcome distraction for their weary souls. But it was getting late and, eventually, they had just fallen asleep.
Sitting up, Katniss stretched her arms over her head. "What time is it?"
Peeta glanced at the kitchen clock. "It's almost midnight."
Pulling up her sleeve, Katniss revealed the schedule tattooed on her arm. The last item read 22:00 — Lights Out. Scrunching up her nose, she asked, "Is there a curfew here?"
"I'm not sure. Want to sleep here? I can take the couch,” he quickly offered.
Looking past him, Katniss sneaked a peek into his room. His bed was bigger than hers. "You don't need to take the couch. There's plenty of room for the both of us over there."
Peeta's questioning eyebrow shot up. "You sure?"
"Yeah." Taking his hand to show she meant business, Katniss stood up and led them to the bedroom. "Come on."
"Would you like to change?" he asked once they were in his bedroom, "I don't have much, but you could borrow my sleep shirt. That would probably work."
Katniss looked down at her crumpled jumper. Changing into something clean and soft sounded like a good idea.
They took turns using his bathroom to change and clean up for the night.
As she waited for him to join her in bed, Katniss buried her nose in Peeta's sleep shirt and took a long, deep breath.
Even through the strong smell of Thirteen's detergent, she could identify the spicy notes of cinnamon and musk she identified as Peeta's.
A smile turned her lips. Being there --wrapped up in his shirt, surrounded by his scent-- made her deliriously happy. Especially when she remembered that just a couple days before, she had thought she had lost him for good.
Before her mind could go down that dark rabbit hole, Peeta came out of the bathroom wearing his pajama bottoms with his uniform's undershirt.
The sudden realization that she was about to share a bed with Peeta --handsome, charming, adorable Peeta-- sent a rush of heat to her cheeks.
Flustered, Katniss looked down at her lap and tried not to ogle him as he climbed into bed with her.
The mattress sagged under his weight and, as soon as she felt him still, Katniss settled in next to him.
After dimming the lights, Peeta slid closer to press a kiss to the crown of her head. "Thanks for being here."
"You're welcome," Katniss said around a yawn. "That's what friends are for."
"Is it?"
Confused, she turned a sleepy eye in his direction, "What?"
"Is that what we are, Katniss? Friends?"
"Well… We are friends," she repeated stubbornly. Even as the word left her mouth, she knew it was wrong.
A soft hum rumbled deep inside Peeta's chest. The mattress shook with his laughter. “Do you normally spend the night at your friends' houses?"
The idea of spending a night in Gale's —or even Madge's— bed seemed so ludicrous to her that she immediately burst out laughing. "No, I don't!"
"I don't either."
The clarification washed over her, warming her whole body with an inexplicable kind of joy. Emboldened by it, she asked, "So, what are we then?"
Propping himself up on one arm to lie on his side, Peeta reached for her braid. His gentle fingers slid down in a slow, familiar gesture that soothed them both. "I don't know. I don't really care about labels, but I need you to know one thing." His heart pounded against his ribcage. She was so close to him that he was sure she could hear it, beating right next to her as he finally admitted, "I'm yours."
Yours. The word enveloped her like a warm embrace.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a scared little voice began screaming, reminding her that this was exactly what she had vowed to run away from.
What Peeta was offering was the type of bond her parents had shared. The kind of connection that had the power to make someone deliriously happy, but that could, just as easily, destroy them.
Just a few months before, Katniss would have listened to the voice, she would have closed her heart and run away, but it was too late for that now.
Despite her best efforts, Peeta had worked his way inside her heart and had rooted there.
After everything they'd gone through, she wasn't strong —or foolish enough— to try to pull him out.
Unable to deny her feelings any longer, Katniss ran her trembling fingers through his hair. The stubborn wave that insisted on flopping down to his forehead eased her nerves.
"I'm yours too,” she whispered.
Peeta's eyes were wide with wonder. "You are?"
"I am," she confirmed, cupping his cheek and pulling him down for a soft kiss.
XXOXX
The following morning, Katniss woke up with her head resting on Peeta's arm. She didn't know what time it was, but it had to be early. The alarm hadn't gone off yet.
She turned slowly, being careful not to disturb him, but Peeta was already awake.
The sight of his sleepy smile and tousled hair filled her with a kind of joy she’d never experienced before. Warm and delicious, it spread and reached every part of her being.
"No more nightmares?" he asked.
"No, I slept like a log." Stretching out with a lazy yawn, she said, "I should get changed, get back to my compartment before the alarm goes off."
With a soft kiss goodbye, Katniss dragged herself out of bed and began her day.
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hey just want to say that it's totally ok how you're feeling about the concept pics! you don't have to answer this if you don't want to make a whole Thing of it but ik the fandom culture can be a bit toxic in this aspect where if you don't love every single thing people get weird about it so I just want to reassure you that it's totally normal/valid (not that you need a random anon internet strangers validation but just as a warm reminder 💜) also as a different side note thank you for all the hard work you do! gif makers are the backbone of tumblr and ik it can feel a bit thankless but I appreciate you 😊
i appreciate your words 🫶🏻 it’s not that i don’t like the photos! they’re great and i totally see how the vibe of them fit with the (literal) packaging concept of the physical album, which i think is really clever and very unique. it’s all very intimate and almost…rugged…is that the right word for it? i remember in his live the other day, he literally mentioned how a lot of the album process and planning was less “scheduled” and more spontaneous, especially while shooting visuals, which i can tell from some of the photos. i just think a part of me as a tae biased person was anticipating something a little more along the lines of what we see in a lot of his high end editorial shoots for magazines instead of the more laid-back-hoodie-wearing-boyfriend theme i’m picking up from some of the pics. it feels more suited for a different project in my head, but i hate sounding like i’m questioning tae’s creative choices or something 😂 that’s not my intention. but like you said, the fandom has a way of twisting words or reading too deep into them in order to assume the worst about you as a fan and that’s why i felt safer saying it here instead of twitter lmaoooo. i am enjoying this solo tae era so far regardless of the concept pics and i’m ready for MORE!!!!!
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BEHOLD, MY NEURODIVERGENT BRETHREN. I GIVE YOU.... THE TEASPOON. aka the tsp. You can TL;DR and just read the part with the colors (from Spoons to Short Rests) if you so choose 😊
Ok let me explain. I'm ADHD and depressed, and struggle a lot with motivation and executive dysfunction. Sometimes, when I'm in "rest and recover" mode after a long work week or a couple of days with A Lot Going On, my brain forgets to turn on the "things make dopamine" function, and I end up spending most of the day chillin in bed, snacking, and binging Netflix. Not a problem, initially, but when I have my whole week scheduled with work, social stuff, and errands, and I only have a single day to do things like cleaning the apartment, this can be very inconvenient. I have trouble making myself do things I don't want to, and on top of that, I'm already starting at a disadvantage because nothing around me is stimulating enough to get me moving. Facebook: boring, games: boring, checking email: boring, snack time: boring — I can't bribe myself into being productive because nothing is functioning as a bargaining chip. So what do?
I write lists. I plan things. Organizing ideas is my thing; I would gladly write checklists for every item on my checklist and then reorganize every checkbox 5 times rather than actually complete and check off any of the items on the list. So I sat down to divide up my tasks for today in hopes that it would get the juices flowing a bit, and ended up coming up with a system to make things easier to sustain throughout the day. It ended up working really well for me, so I want to share this new system in case anyone else can find use for it.
Spoons: ok, a lot of us know the term Spoons, aka spell slots, energy, etc. It's a way of quantifying the finite amount of energy and time you can put into doing things until your mental/physical health is exhausted. For some folks, the number of Spoons you have resets after a night of sleep. For some, it takes some more intentional self care and maintenance time, like a day off for a bath and a movie marathon. Example: showering takes 1 spoon, washing the dishes takes 3, and going to the bank takes 6. I only have 8 spoons today, so I can shower and go to the bank, but the dishes will have to wait. Maybe I can cook for dinner or draw something with the spoon I'll have left over :3
Tsps: tsp ("tisp") is short for teaspoon. Tsps are to spoons as steps are to whole tasks; cleaning the kitchen is a task that can be broken down into steps, and each step can be assigned a value of tsps. It's a scale that rates the effort required to complete a step, from 1 to 10. Tsps are rechargable with a Short Rest. Example: I have to clean the kitchen. Wiping down the surfaces only rates at 1 tsp, washing the dishes comes in at 4 tsps, and sweeping and mopping takes 5 tsps. Taking the trash and recycling out rates at 10 tsps, tho, so cleaning the kitchen has a Spoons level of 20 tsps, or 2 spoons.
Short Rest: I stole this term from D&D 😛 a short rest is a little treat or activity break that stimulates the happy chemicals and refills your tsps. Short Rests must be measured in set increments of either time or a number of something, but you're allowed to schedule multiple Short Rest increments in a row for bigger tasks. Measurement of a Short Rest doesn't have to include the time it takes to check social media, reply to texts, etc., as long as you're only doing a minute or two of those on either end of your activity. Example: today, my Short Rest is working on my cross stitch project. I tend to hyperfocus when I cross stitch, so I'll set a timer and use increments of 5 minutes. This task takes 6 steps to complete, so after every 2 steps, I'll stop, check that conversation I was having with a friend, and take 1 short rest. When the whole task is complete, I'll celebrate with a Short Rest x 2 and move on to the next one.
Basically, it's a system of periodically rewarding yourself in a planned out way, that makes that reward system even more tangible. Keeping the Short Rest intervals small and doubling them up for more important points of your schedule can help sustain your dopamine level throughout the day while still keeping you on track; being good to yourself and allowing time outside of the Short Rest increment for things like phone, or retrieving the snack you treat yourself to, or coming to a stopping point so you can set your activity down properly keeps the Short Rest from feeling rushed or self-defeating. Tsps help you prioritize things and identify specifically what parts of a task you're having trouble motivating for, and can help map out where you'll need to recharge to keep up your energy.
Feel free to do with this idea as you wish. Steal all of it, some of it, or mold it into something that works better for you. I just hope it helps some other Neurodivergent friends out there as much as it helps me. ❤️
#adhd#depression#nerodivergent#mental illness#mental disability#executive dysfunction#motivation#system#organization#to do lists#spoons#spell slots#self care#i hope this helps#life hacks#goal setting
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I posted 2,718 times in 2022
That's 807 more posts than 2021!
928 posts created (34%)
1,790 posts reblogged (66%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@alanangels
@peachmango-kombucha
@thiccc-rider-mcintyre
I tagged 568 of my posts in 2022
#fanfiction - 313 posts
#aew - 291 posts
#request - 290 posts
#yandere - 149 posts
#wwe - 122 posts
#headcanons - 83 posts
#aew headcanon - 64 posts
#tony khan - 48 posts
#tony khan x reader - 41 posts
#kenny omega - 36 posts
Longest Tag: 89 characters
#much nicer thank fmk. for someone who chooses violence i always feel guilty with the kill
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Yandere Roman Reigns, his reaction to you being pregnant?
Yandere!Roman finds out your pregnant
Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @cuzimacomedian @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @thesusbunny @blaquekittycat @writtingrose
Roman definitely wanted to have kids with you, he wants that dilf energy
So he would keep track of your cycle
Making sure to fuck you more when you are ovulating
So as soon as you are having pregnancy symptoms he takes you to the doctor
He wants to be fully sure with a blood test.
And he has you broken down enough that you won’t miss behave
He wants you in tip top health while pregnant with his baby
The best vitamins, doctors, and lots of rest
Having a baby would make you more compliant
It brings out a sweeter side of him
Also, having a baby would give you someone that would keep you company when Romans gone 
But be prepared, he definitely doesn’t want to stop at one
160 notes - Posted July 25, 2022
#4
Poly Yandere Shield? 👀👀👀
Yandere Shield
Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin
If you get the attention of these three you are screwed.
They are so possessive, all of them
Zero doubt that they would kidnap you
Roman would be more of the physical abuser.
Spanking, slaps, and anything else.
So don’t piss him off
Seth is more mental.
He’s such a great manipulator and gaslighter.
Convince you you’re the crazy one
Dean would be the comforter
After an punishment he will hold you and tell you you’re going to be ok, that they just love you
You would quickly form a bond with him
It would honestly make Seth and Roman a little jealous
But they know you just need time
They would kill, but more as a punishment.
Like if you try to run they will show just how far they will go to keep you with them.
I don’t think they would push anything sexual on you, but they would make you cuddle them
They want the physical touch one way or another
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#3
Can I request Cody Rhodes dating Triple H’s daughter? Please?
Shy
Cody Rhodes x Reader
Summary: With his arrival in wwe, Cody finds himself infatuated with the shyest McMahon he’s ever met.
Warnings: none. No smut in this one, but there is and age gap between Cody and the reader.
Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax
@omegasluvbot
And don’t worry @moxleyunstable I tagged you so you wouldn’t accidentally read it😊
You’re parents quickly realized that you weren’t going to be the type to want attention. Hunter could barely get you to go to the park, and Stephanie heard it over and over again from teachers; ‘she just doesn’t interact with the other kids.’ Of course it was a bit surprising seeing as you came from a family if entertainers, but neither of your parents pushed you past your breaking point. You liked to read with your mom, and color in your grandfathers office, but your favorite thing was watching wrestling with your father. The love never went away, and as you go older you watched any you could get your hands on.
Getting into the family businesses easy, but finding a job that would fit with your shyness was difficult. Luckily, it was suggested that you bring schedules and other things to the talent. The talent quickly got used to you, and you them. Making your job that much easier. Although one wrestler was sure to make you nervous, the newest member of raw, Cody Rhodes.
You had just gotten your list of jobs tonight, and were relieved that most of your jobs were with people you knew well. In fact, you were getting to spend quite a bit of time with AJ, one of your best friends. You were sure it probably looked weird that a father of four was friends with a single 20 something year old, but you got along together. It was the name that only was on once that terrified you. The American nightmare himself.
You still remembered the first time you saw Cody on tv. 17 years old, watching Raw in the living room while doing homework, and one of your favorites to this day Dusty showed up with his youngest son. Immediately you were crushing, and became and avid fan that followed his career.
You quickly decided you would save that for later, dashing off to help others.
————Cody————
Cody was just putting the finishing touches on his suit when there was a quiet knock on the door. He quickly walked over and opened it, reviling a women standing there. Her hair was pulled back and she had a clip board with her. She looked oddly familiar to him.
“Can I help you?” He questioned after a moment of silence. She turned beat red before speaking up.
“Yes, um. I have the schedule for tonight’s show. I’ll bring you it every week, along with anything else you might need…” she slowly got quieter as she spoke, making him strain to hear her at the end.
“Ok, thanks.” He said as she handed the paper over. “I’m Cody.” He stuck his hand out, waiting for her to take it. But that didn’t happen.
“I know.” She whispered.
“What?”
“I- um! Y/n McMahon.” She quickly said before rushing off, leaving him in the door way.
————reader————
“I’m an idiot…” you mumbled, your head in your hands. AJ chuckled at you as he got ready, listening to you sitting in the ground of his dressing room. “Who says ‘I know’ when someone is introducing themselves!” You threw your arms up in defeat.
“It definitely wasn’t your smoothest move, but look at the bright side. At least you haven’t had a crush on him since you were 17.”
“Shut up.” You mumbled, throwing an empty water bottle at him. You never should have admitted that to him.
“Ok! Stop throwing stuff.” He sat on the couch across from you. “Everyone I’ve talked to loved working with Rhodes, and he’s a good guy. I’m sure he won’t hold it against you.” He promised.
“I don’t believe you.” You said, pulling your hood up and pulling to closed.
“I know.” You could hear him moving around. “I’ll see you later squirt, iv got to get to the ring.” He rubbed your head as he walked by and out the door.
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“Are you sure your ok? Shawn is in town and could come pick you up.” You pulled your jacket on as you walked out of the building, talking to your dad in the phone.
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#2
Can I request this “Spread your legs, I wanna reward you for being a good girl today.” for Yandere! Roman Reigns. It was on the smut prompt list.
Good Girl
Warnings: smut, oral(female receiving), Yandere themes. If that will upset you please don’t read.
Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @cuzimacomedian @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @thesusbunny @blaquekitty @writtingrose
You followed behind Roman as he led you back to the house. Romans cousin, Jimmy, and his wife had invited the two of you over for dinner, and at almost midnight you were finally home. While keeping a hand wrapped around your wrist he pulled his key out and unlocked the door. He stepped aside to allow you to walk past his large frame and into the house.
“I'm gonna go grab a glass of water,” he mumbled.
“Ok.” You whispered, give him a small smile before going towards your room.
Once there you took your heels off, and started to take all of your makeup off. While whipping your face you caught a look at Romans in the mirror. You set it down and spun to face him in your seat. He had taken his suit jacket off as well as his tie. His shirt was also slightly unbuttoned.
“Come here Babygirl,” he motioned for you to walk to him. You stood up and quickly walked over. “Look at you.” He mumbled, letting a hand slide down to your hip, rubbing the silk covering your body. Before you could react, his free hand went to the small of your back and pulled you into a deep kiss. Out of instinct you kissed back, letting Roman into your mouth as soon as you felt his tongue on your lips.
While this was going on he reached up and pulled the zipper of your dress down, letting the cloth fall off of your body. You let out a surprised squeal, but Roman just pulled away and picked you up. He carried you over to the bed and laid you down while hovering over you.
“Spread your legs, I wanna reward you for being a good girl today.” He started to kiss down your body, pushing your legs apart as he moved down. You watched as he pulled your underwear off, and lightly licked over your lower lips.
You let out a small moan, which Roman took as an invitation to dive in. His tongue worked over your clit while his fingers began to enter you.
“R-Roman..” you whined, as he stretched you on his fingers.
“Aww, is my babygirl struggling to take my fingers? I know you can take more than that.” He teased, adding a third finger. Your breathing was speeding up as his tongue continued to work your clit.
“S-shit…” one of your hands gripped the sheet underneath you while your other grabbed Roman's hair. “I- im gonna…” your words were getting stuck in your throat and Roman didn’t seem to be slowing down at all. Only a few moments later your body seized up, and you came on Romans face.
After a moment Roman pulled away, leaving you limp on the bed with your eyes closed. When you finally opened them again Roman was leaning over you, completely naked.
“And now, I believe it’s my turn, Babygirl.”
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My #1 post of 2022
I’ll literally take anything with Cody. Whatever you feel comfortable writing, I’m down. I’m thirsty and he did this last night soooo
An: Cody is the daddy we need🤤
I’m mixing this with this request from @thekayarlene
Can you do daddy! Cody Rhodes and the reader has been a bad girl
Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @moxleyunstable
Summary: During Cody’s match with Seth you do your best to distract your ex so he can win. Cody thinks there are better ways to distract someone.
Warnings: Super fucking smutty, read at your own risk. Includes daddy kink, power kink, and spanking
You didn’t think you would ever come back to wwe. Sure, you made your career there, made some amazing friends, and even met the first man you would ever really love(and who would be the first person to really break your heart).
You had started as apart of the divas and were apart of the shield. When Seth turned, not only did he leave his brothers, but had broke your heart. You had tried to continue, but found it to hard when you would see him, and Roman and Dean for that matter, backstage. So you asked for your release. After a few years you met Cody in ROH. You two hadn’t really known each other in wwe, but you quickly became friends.
And later lovers.
You traveled together, and you even followed him to AEW where you mended your relationship with Moxley. And when Cody did resign, neither did you. Soon you found yourself in a meeting with Vince, and a plan for you both to be at wrestlemania was created. You weren’t completely cleared to wrestle, so you would be Cody’s manage.
“Come on Cody!” You yelled, slapping the ring to try and encourage him. He was struggling, and by the looks of it Seth was going to win. In a moment of panic you jumped up on the edge.
“Seth!”
The red quickly came over to tell you to get down, but Seth waved him off as he walked over.
“Well, if it isn’t y/n/n! Been a bit since I’ve seen you!” He gave a cocky smile that you wanted to knock off his face. You made a little motion to make him come closer, which he did. Once in reach you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.
His eyes snapped shut, and he grabbed your hips. You could hear the crowd, but you also could see Cody behind Seth, his face red. You let go of him and jumped down as Cody grabbed him and spun him around, quickly using the cross Rhodes to get the pin.
You got in the ring and held Cody’s arm up, but he pulled you in for a kiss instead. It was deep, and rough, and once it was over he turned to look at Seth.
“You lost your chance. Don’t ever touch my girl again!” He yelled before you both got out of the ring.
Once backstage he didn’t stop to talk to anyone, and he practically dragged you outside to where your bus was parked. He yanked the door open and shoved you inside, making you almost trip.
“Cody, what-“
Before you could fully ask what was happening he had you pushed against the door and his lips were on yours. His hands slid under your shirt and massaged your breasts.
“The fuck was that? The hell were you thinking hu?” He snapped, his eyes staring into yours.
“I-I wanted to help you.” You whispered.
“And you though you would kiss someone else, your ex no less, on live tv?” When you failed to answer he grabbed your hair and pulled, making your head look up. “So now your quiet? I’m gonna show you why your mine. Strip.” He stood back to give you the room to undress, which you quickly did.
“Crawl to the bed.” He commanded. You got on your knees and crawled to the small area where your bed was and got up on it. You laid with your ass in the air, already knowing what he wanted.
“At least you did this right.” You heard. You felt a hand rub your ass lightly, making you shiver. “20 slaps, and you will thank me for every one. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes daddy.” You corrected.
He continued to rub your ass a bit before pulling back and landing a slap on your cheek. You let out a small cry, and quickly thanked him. “Thank you daddy.” Over and over he continued to do this,
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We did it!!! Xillia 1 is complete and I think we had a lot of fun along the way 😊 here's the recap, as usual:
We did have to finish up some sidequesting first, like talking about Leia's dad's cooking which was very cute. Apparently Jude has been living in Fennmont for a while because he said he celebrated his most recent birthdays there. So he basically left to pursue medicine when he was like 12????
Also I forgot to mention this last time but Princess Carrie's husband is named Julius, which seemed like a weird coincidence given the sequel, but they're obviously not the same person because you meet this Julius and he's an old man. Still, could they be related? He IS an Elympion from Trigleph 🤔
We also tried the colosseum group battles and cleared the beginner level no problem. My sister liked unlocking the top hats and had everyone wear them the final battle.
Unfortunately, the second level of the colosseum with all four Chimeriad (3 of whom were supposed to be dead?) was too much for us. Together they are genuinely harder than the final boss.
We were about 30 black feathers short of completing that sidequest 😫 I was hoping we might find some more in the final dungeon but nope.
Compared to fighting the four of them, Wingull alone was too easy and we both kinda laughed at that. Sis: "We're mocking AND killing him. Aren't we supposed to be the good guys." Me: "THEY [the party] are. WE [the players] aren't."
After defeating Wingull, he drew his sword. Sis: "Is he going to kill himself or attack again?" Wingull: *does both* Sis: "I guess I was right"
She kept worrying she did something wrong when we seemingly had to fight Gaius and Muzet alone. "Was I supposed to look around more??"
Tbf we DID have a glitch after beating Wingull. For some reason Jude was floating way above the map but when we moved we were back on the ground where we were supposed to be. No idea how that happened.
Also my sister did very well at the solo fights! Her combos were effective, but also spamming Swallow Dance just like I did 😅
I forgot that each party member shows up one at a time and uses their mystic arte. It was nice too because we hadn't even seen Leia or Elize's, we never played as them though they were in the party.
When Alvin shows up to fight he says that he finally found where he belongs 😭 we are so proud of his character growth
After finally beating them, my sister was STILL hoping the party would kill Muzet. She could use some of Alvin's character growth 😅
Alvin was the most upset about Milla's plan to become Maxwell. Sis: "Does he have a thing for Milla? Or does he just have abandonment issues."
She thinks Jude should become a spirit too. Not sure how that would work but it would be a cute AU
Isla's husband ends up starting a company with Alvin. Sis: "It's because he's used to partnering with traitors."
Now Rowen is basically doing Wingull's job. Her: "So is he planning on killing Gaius too?"
Her most hated characters were Muzet and Agria (and Teepo, of course) and her favorite was Alvin, but she also liked Jude and Rowen and Elize. Leia was accepted eventually, Milla was ok too
Elize put Teepo away in a box. Me: "Look, it's your happy ending." Her: "I wish she had done that at the beginning! So does that mean Teepo won't be in the sequel?" Me: "No he is." Her: "WHAT?!"
Jude sends the messenger bird to Milla. Sis: "How is it going to get there? Is it a spirit bird?"
Milla swats at Jude's hand like a cat. Sis: "Aw, she left him sparkles."
The sky is still clime green. A great pun to end on.
And with that, we're finished! So what next? Xillia 2 is definitely an option, though I'm a little unsure how much she'll like it given her stance on whiny characters (and Elle is... Elle.) I still want to try Berseria, I think she'd enjoy that story a lot. But ultimately it just depends on her schedule. We likely won't play another Tales game for a while, but I'm hoping we will again someday. Thanks to everyone who read these little updates of my sister's and my adventures!! :)
Xillia masterpost here.
#dolphin plays xillia#the empty holes being alvins never went away and if we play xillia 2 we still call them that#i have now played judes route twice and millas none sorry girl#i was supposed to post this like a MONTH ago so sorry everyone 😫
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ReonSemiShira PROM SCENARIO? I just remembered prom existed since i think im gonna have one by the end of the year. Tho i know japanese schools doesnt have those from what i remember BUT JUST FOR THIS YK
IT'S OK WE'LL JUST PRETEND THAT JAPAN HAS THEM LMAO
ANYWAYS REONSEMISHIRA PROM HCS LET'S GO!!!
- Let's start off with the fact that Shirabu ain't easy 🙄💅
- He dgaf if they're his boyfriends or some random men he met yesterday. HE WANTS A PROPER PROMPOSAL
- Nothing too big tho
- He doesn't want a marching band, but he doesn't want a "Oh, well I figured we were already going together cuz we're together"
- Treat him like bae, not someone you're still trying to win over or someone you figured the effort-needed parts would be over with once you got together ✋️🙄
- Reon's pretty low maintenance, you can come to him and just say "Hey, wanna go to prom with me?" And he'd be cool with that
- Doesn't mean he wouldn't appreciate some flowers or chocolate or something
- Semi's got his work cut out for him
- He's gotta ask out both his pretty boyfriends 😨
- Semi probably asks them to come to prom with him out in the garden
- Reon and Shirabu like flowers, and if they like it then he loves it
- Cue a pretty sunset in the back
- He brings them fresh flowers too tho cuz he's a gentleman 😪
- "Would you guys pretty please go to prom with me?"
- Reon is so excited, it's so cute 😭
- Reon takes his flowers before kissing Semi on his cheek and hugging him
- "Of course 😊"
- Shirabu shyly takes his flowers and rather leans into Semi than hugging him
- "I guess I could clear my schedule to go with you 🙄"
- That means "Yes, yes! A thousand times yes!" In Shirabu talk
- Mission complete 😎 style points to Semi
- Comes the day of prom and they're NERVOUS
- Reon calls his moms and older sister, they're the only ones he trusts enough to dress him properly 😭
- He goes to his little brother for opinions, he's brutally honest 💀 he means well tho
- Semi asks his oldest two little sisters and oldest little brother. They go to STZW too so they MUST have some clue on how they're gonna dress.
- Semi ends up going to his stepdad and older siblings, the three little shits did nothing to help him 😭
- Shirabu's the only one who knows how to dress himself 💀 (he calls his older sister anyway but no one needs to know)
- NOW FOR OUTFITS!
- They all wear suits cuz it's prom
- Semi's tempted to go in jeans 💀 someone stop him please
- I did my research for this one guys, be proud of me
- We'll start with Shirabu 👀
- Shirabu gets a nice English cut three-piece suit. He likes how professional they look 🤭
- The cuffs are two-button with an angle cut
- The lapel is a peak shape and thin, and his collar underneath is a classic style
- He wears gloves with the suit. The blazer waist is tapered, it has two buttons with only the top one looping through the hole, pockets are flap. Dual vents (tho pretty much all English cuts have that).
- The shoulders have a little padding but not much
- The waistcoat has a V shaped dip with two pockets and five buttons. It has a upside down v cut at the bottom under where the buttons end. He wears a tie with it.
- Now for the color
- Shirabu looks good in a lighter wine red 🤭
- He has a black tie and black gloves. His button up underneath it all is white. And his waistcoat, dress pants, and blazer are, again, light wine red
- Next, we have Reon's gorgeous self 😪
- ITALIAN CUT ITALIAN CUT ITALIAN CUT
- He's so handsome and sophisticated looking omg 😳
- He goes with a three-piece just cuz his sister told him they look more proper
- The cuffs are round and three-button
- The lapel is notch and thick, his collar for the button up is spread
- The blazer is tapered, pockets are slash no flap, and there are no vents in the back
- The shoulders are very padded, just shows off his great shoulders even more 😪
- The waist coat has a v cut in the top and the folds are asymmetric with five buttons in the shape of a v, only three of them holding the sides together. It has four pockets. He wears a tie too.
- COLOR TIME
- He goes with a nice Forest green for his suit, dress pants, waist coat. For the button up underneath he goes with black, the tie is also black
- He's so handsome omg
- NOW FOR SEMISEMI
- He decides to go without a blazer cuz he doesn't like how stiff they feel
- TELL ME WHY THIS MAN LOOKS SO SEXY IN A CAVALIER VEST
- It's black and blue with a black button up underneath and the vest has six silver buttons 🤭
- He wears a silver gothic cross necklace and he has silver earrings in too
- It all sounds great until you look down and he's wearing jeans. Baggy jeans too. Semi's a skinny jean hater 🤧 unless they're on his boyfriend's cuz then he can peep their asses better
- His button up collar is in a semi (Haha) spread style and his tie is silver to match the buttons
- ANYWAY
- Yeah, he wears black jeans with a silver chain, it's embarrassing 💀 but do your thing ig
- You can't expect too much out of him, he's Semi Eita 😭
- Semi and Reon share a dorm so Semi decides to get ready at Tendō's place 🥱
- "Do I look alright? Do you think they'll like it? What if they think I look stupid-" "Just shut up and go. We're gonna be late dude."
- Semi goes to get Reon first
- The way BOTH their jaws drop
- Semi's hands are IMMEDIATELY on Reon's waist
- They give each other a kiss kiss 😙
- "You look good, sweetheart :)" "Thank you Reo 😭 you're gorgeous as always"
- Semi's already a puddle on the floor and he's only collected one of his handsome boyfriends 🤧
- Reon's surprised that Semi even wore a vest 💀 maybe he should play the lottery
- They get to KawaShira's dorm and ofc Taichi's the one to answer it 🤡
- "Oh, I'm assuming you're hear to get Kenjirō? Also, Ōhira why'd you bring a clown with you?" "Fuck you, Taichi. I hope you trip in front of everyone." "Yes. We're hear to get Kenjirō. 😮💨"
- Taichi gives them both one last look up and down before returning inside his dorm to go get Shirabu. Muttering about how Shirabu's mom would have a heart attack if she found out he was going out with a guy who wears jeans with a vest to prom
- The next one at the door is Shirabu and ReonSemi are on the verge of tears
- Reon moves to kiss him first and Semi follows soon after
- "You both look nice. For a second there I almost thought you two were civilized men."
- Semi gives a dead pan expression and Reon just huffs a laugh
- They both make their way down to where the prom is taking place.
- It's taking place in a banquet hall cuz STZW is fancy like that 🤭
- They arrive at the place and they're immediately hit with loud censored music and a wave of hot air
- That's always fun
- They look around for a minute before hearing Tendō screeching at the top of his lungs from where he's at with Ushijima and Goshiki
- They do nothing but talk really until Kawanishi and Yamagata decide to finally show up 💀
- They take funny pictures with the team and they watch in disappointment as Tendō and Yamagata make a fool of themselves on the dance floor (at least they're having fun ✋️🙄)
- And Semi stops his boyfriends from getting any punch 😭
- "I wouldn't drink anything that's out in the open with Satori around 😮💨"
- ReonShira agree and slowly put their cups down
- They end up out in Semi's car riding around empty roads with the radio blasting
- They probably make out at some point too 🤡
- They return to ReonSemi's dorm and honest to God they are excited to get out of those suits 😮💨
- They strip and get some comfortable clothes before making a blanket and pillow fort together
- They all huddle together in it and watch movies before ultimately passing out in a mess of pillows, blankets, and limbs 😪
- And dw, they make sure to text their friends to let them know that they're safe 😙‼️
#shiratorizawa#stzw#shirabu kenjirou#shirabu kenjirō#semi eita#oohira reon#ōhira reon#reonsemishira#kawagata#ushiten#goshiki tsutomu
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When You Least Expect it (Joel Pimentel Romance)
Hello guys! I'm so happy and excited to share this story with you guys. I’ve working on it for a little bit and finally decided to share it. I’m not the best writer sorry, I hope you guys bear with me. Its not going to be a too long story a few chapters at least we’ll see how it goes. Please guys let me know what you think, give me suggestions too i want to become a better writer. 😊❤️
Paring: Joel Pimentel/Reader (Y/N)
Genre: Fluff/Romance for the most part
Part 1
Chapter 1
Joel (POV)
“You almost done dude; we’ve been waiting for you for almost half hour. Were gana be late man”, Chris said into the speaker of the phone. I could hear Erick and Richard bickering in the background. I rolled my eyes; I can just picture them arguing about who would pick the music. I laughed at Chris, “yeah man I am going down the stairs now”.
I hung up the phone and dashed into the kitchen to grab my stuff. My mom’s neat handwriting on the small whiteboard on the fridge telling me to have a good day and to be home for dinner tonight. With her new work schedule, I didn’t have much time to spend with her in the morning but she was home earlier in the evenings so we could always have a nice warm meal together. She worked so hard for us, and I loved her for that.
I locked up behind me and jumped into Chris’ lime green jeep. “Finally, man, I thought we were gana grown old here waiting”, said Zabdi punching my shoulder jokingly. I laughed and pushed him back, “don’t be so dramatic man”. Erick was laughing behind me, “you guys know Joel is worse than a girl when it comes to his hair”. He ruffled my hair as he spoke, “hey guey, stop”, I said slapping his hand away. Chris couldn’t stop laughing, it’s the same thing every morning with these locos.
We drove to the university together, just like we had to high school. Richard, Chris, Erick and Zabdiel were my best friends, they had been since we met in elementary school so many years ago. They had become like my brothers, always there through the good and the bad times. Although it seemed like recently are there were with me were bad times. I can’t remember the last time I felt truly happy and like everything was good in my life.
I hadn’t noticed we were already parked, until Chris tapped my shoulder, “hey man we lost you again, come back to earth loco we’re here”. I looked up and smiled at him, I could hear the concern in his words, and I could see it in his eyes. Even though he didn’t say anything, he knew where my thoughts were at.
We all climbed out of this car and walked toward the entrance. Its so hard to believe how much things change in just a few short months, last time we were here it was for freshman orientation, and I was walking into the building with my arm wrapped around the person I loved the most and whom I thought loved me. Man, I was so wrong, how could I be so blind. Zabdiel came up next to me and smiled, he always seemed to know what I was thinking about. “Don’t worry man, we”re gana have a kick ass freshman year. You got all your brothers with you, and we got your back”. He gave me a pat on the back as he spoke, and everyone else fallowed his gesture. “I know guys and means a lot. I know I wasn’t the best company this summer or the last year or so, but I’m glad to be here with you guys”. I was never much for sentiment, but these were my brothers and they had to know how they meant to me. “Ok well that enough of this sentimental stuff man, let’s get this school year started. We are in college guys, were gana have so much fun”, exclaimed Richard. Like little kids He and Chris raced off ahead. The rest of us laughed and took off after them.
A kick ass year, huh? Man, I hoped so, I was so tired of all the crap going on in my life. As we split off into our classes I couldn’t help but wonder what this new chapter in my life would bring, but for some reason I felt…hopeful. Like something good was finally coming my way.
(Y/N) (POV)
I sighed and looked at the time for like the 100th time this morning. I was so gana be late for my first day of classes at my new university. Having to ride the city bus to the campus had not been my brightest idea, but it was the cheapest way. With the move and tuition and everything, mom and I had not been left with a lot of resources. I was so lucky to get into this university and mom was already making so many sacrifices for my education that I didn’t want to let her down. I was so excited to start this new adventure, but I also felt so lonely I left my best friends, my mom and everything else I knew so far away. I was nervous to start from scratch.
Finally, the bus stopped across the street from the entrance to campus, I grabbed all my things and rushed off. The hustle and bustle of the city was something totally new to me, but I was sure I’d get used to it quick. I raced across the street, when the walk sign lit up. There we a lot of young adults trying to find their way around campus, lucky I made sure to memorize the route to my classes on orientation day a couple weeks ago. I had been one of the last few students to get admitted for the year, so everything was still fresh in my memory.
“Excuse me”, I said as I weaved through the crowds of the building where my first class of the day was. As I neared the door to the classroom, I hoped and prayed for a good school year. I wanted to make my mom proud and hopefully make some good friends soon.
Well here goes nothing I though as I opened the door and walked in.
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