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xxoxobree · 11 months

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You Liked Me, Too

Neteyam X Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Warnings- Cursing, Angst, Blood, Enemies to Lovers? , slightly suggestive behavior

A/n- I’ve Been Neglecting My Avatar Girlies 🥲

I felt my nose twitch at the anger I felt inside. I was a hunter, just like my father, but I had yet to earn the same recognition he had in our clan. The reason? I was a girl.

The clan was currently applauding Neteyam for being the youngest boy, I emphasize boy ,for a clean strumbeast kill. It was impressive, yes, but I had taken down the same beasts with more ferocity and skill than him, and yet, nobody gave me the same attention.

My mother brushed my shoulder, I looked up at her as she motioned me to clap for the boy. I rolled my eyes before clapping slowly.

I wanted so badly to leave this clown fest that is praising him, rocking back and forth on my feet, waiting to hear the words that we can go home now from our Olo'eyktan. His face glowing with pride, he keeps gesturing for more song, more praise, more incessant noise for his unbearable son. I wanted to scream, to make it all stop.

I looked back up, just to catch the eyes of Neteyam, a shit eating grin on his face. He loved the attention, not just personally, but to get under my skin. Mocking my own inability to hide my disdain for this ceremonial bullshit they're having for him.

I felt the tip of my ears heat up from my annoyance. I sighed, looking away from him, trying not to let him get the better of me. That's exactly what he wants - to rile me up and get me to react. But I won't give him that satisfaction.

The Olo'eyktan finally gave us the okay to leave and I high-tailed it out of there to avail Neteyam. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins as I raced towards my home. The weight of pretending had finally lifted, and freedom was within my reach.

But just as I started to let my guard down, I heard the sound of someone else running towards me. I turned to see Neteyam,running towards me with a grin on his face.

I tried to keep moving, but his dirty little hands reached out to grab my wrist, bringing me to a stop. I yanked my wrist out of his grip, annoyed at his interruption. He was clearly on his way to brag , but I wasn't interested in hearing it.

I turned to face him, and that was when I saw the smile I had yearned to punch right off his face. "Didn't like the ceremony, Y/n?" he sneered.

I just rolled my eyes at him, staring blankly. He laughed, clearly enjoying himself. I could feel the anger building inside me, but I knew I had to keep calm.

"I enjoyed it very much. I could practically see your head getting bigger," I said rolling my eyes at him before turning my back to walk away again.

"Oh is little Y/n mad she's not as good of a warrior," he said, continuing to walk behind me.

I quickened my pace, hoping I would lose him, praying to Eywa that I wouldn't lose my shit.

"Woah, trying to get rid of me already?" he said, jogging to get in front of me.

"Why the fuck are you following me, Neteyam?"

"Because you're interesting when you're mad. I love it ," he said with a shrug a heinous glint behind his eyes.

I stopped in my tracks hissing at him.

"You're only celebrated cause you're the Olo'eyktan's son and a male, your hunt was mediocre." I spit at him knowing it would make him angry.

I think I was the only person in the whole clan who didn't care about Neteyam's feelings, his accomplishments, him becoming the next Olo'eyktan. I was just as good as him, in some cases, better.

I guess my words were hurtful because he was now inches away from my face, his chest rising and falling, huffing and puffing with anger. I couldn't help but smirk in his face.

"Mad are we?" I said, our lips inches apart.

"You're lucky you're a girl," he said before angrily walking away, his steps shaking the ground.

I chuckled at him, feeling successful in my mission to get back under his skin before I made my way back to my home.

The rivalry between us had started since we were kids, always trying to outdo each other, always trying to be the best. Our parents were high-ranking members in the clan, but I was always overshadowed by the next Olo'eyktan.

I had finally made it back home after this long ass day. As I walked in the door, I found my mother sitting on the floor, carefully weaving new clothing items.

"Do you like it, ma'ite?" She said, holding up the piece for me to see.

"Yes, mother, it's really beautiful." I said, giving her a smile.

"So...I see you've been with Neteyam. That is very good. He's good company." She said.

"We're not friends, mother. He's the biggest skxawng of this clan." I replied, feeling frustrated.

My mother looked up at me with shock on her face. "You must not talk about the future Olo'eyktan like that, Y/n."

I rolled my eyes at her statement. "That's the only thing everyone cares about; his family. Maybe I should be the next Olo'eyktan. I'm just as good as him, better in some cases."

I was met with no response from my mother, just as I expected. "I'm going to bed." I said, getting up and walking over to my mat.

I hoped that sleep could give me some relief from this exhausting day but of course it didn't as I slept my brain was running 100 miles per hour giving me dreams of me and Neteyam's ongoing rivalry.

I was still exhausted when I woke up, my eyes heavy, and my mind foggy. The rivalry between me and Neteyam was taking its toll on me. It seemed that every waking moment was consumed with thoughts of how to beat him, how to get ahead of him. It was a constant battle that had been going on for years, and I was starting to feel like I would never be able to get the upper hand. I knew I never would.

I looked over to my parents that were still asleep and decided that a walk would clear my mind. I got up and walked out into the early morning light. It was still quiet outside, the sun just starting to rise, and the only sound was the chirping of birds.

As I made my way to the serene lake nearby, my mind was consumed with thoughts of yesterday's events. Stress had been building up, and I needed a break from it all. I sat down at the edge of the lake and put my legs in, mindlessly swinging them back and forth as the fish swam by.

I heard a rustling from the nearby bushes and immediately grabbed my knife to defend myself. My heart was racing as I prepared for the worst, but then Neteyam emerged from the bushes. I put my knife back into the sheath and sat back down hoping that he would ignore me and let me have a wonderful day, but of course that would be an impossible task for him.

"Came out early to try and beat me huh?, sorry hun not gonna work," he said with a smirk.

I sighed heavily, knowing that there was no escaping his taunts, he took pleasure in tormenting me. But this time, I was determined not to let him get under my skin.

I turned to face him, my expression stoic. "I didn't come here for you, Neteyam. I just wanted a little peace and quiet."

"I doubt that very much," he said, settling down next to me. "You're always trying to one-up me. But that's okay. I like a little competition."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't say anything. It was pointless to argue with him. Instead, I focused on the tranquil scene in front of me. The lake shimmered in the sunlight, and the gentle rustling of the leaves calmed me.

He kept fidgeting and shifting, and I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind.

I stood up folding my arms looking down at him.

"Can you leave , don't you have someone waiting to kiss the ground you walk on."

"Oh shut the fuck up Y/n and sit." He said harshly. I stood there for a moment, the anger simmering inside me, before turning to walk away. But before I could take a step, Neteyam grabbed my wrist, and my body froze.

In a split second, I turned around and swung the back of my hand right into his cheek. The stinging pain brought a sense of satisfaction, but it was short-lived as Neteyam's grip tightened around my neck, pinning my body to the tree. I struggled against him, fear filling my veins.

"What the fuck is your problem," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous.

I could snap your neck right here." He said something sinister behind his eyes, his grip tightening, making me see stars before he let me go and stormed off to who knows where.

I gasped, coughing and catching my breath. My body shook in anger, my skin hot. "How fucking dare he," I screamed, disturbing the peace that surrounded me. I rubbed my neck that was now stinging with pain.

I walked back to my home, tears in my eyes, planning my revenge on that asshole. He'll be lucky if I leave him alive. I spent the next few days plotting and scheming, until I had the perfect plan.

But what I didn't suspect was that his dad would come asking me to go on a hunting trip with his despicable son.

I gracefully accepted, knowing that my revenge would be that much sweeter.

I got up the next day, all my supplies ready for this trip, as I made my way over to the Sully's home. The sun was barely up, and a light mist hung over the trees, making the air cool and fresh. As I approached the house, Tseyek and Neteyam were outside. Jake greeted me warmly with a smile, but Neteyam's expression was different. He frowned not happy to see me at all.

I walked up, greeting the Olo'eyktan and the Olo'eyktan only. "What is she doing here, dad?" Neteyam said, looking at me suspiciously.

"She's going on the hunt with you. You two are the best hunters," Jake replied, his tone firm and unyielding.

Neteyam was beginning to protest, but he was cut off by his dad holding his hand up. He let out a frustrated growl.

"We should get going." I said firmly, calling my ikran.

"Don't ruin this for me," he said, mounting his ikran.

I rolled my eyes, followed by a smirk remembering my plan.

As we took off into the sky, the wind rushed past us, and I felt free for a moment.

The ride to the campgrounds was silent, but wonderful for me, seeing that I didn't have to hear Neteyam's annoying voice. As we drew closer to the camp he finally spoke up.

"Here."

"I know dipshit." I said landing my ikran.

It was almost time for the eclipse, and I hurried to set up my supplies. Behind me, I heard footsteps and sensed someone's intense gaze on my back.

"Stop staring," I snapped, not breaking my concentration.

"You're lucky to be here... with me," he said, but I cut him off.

"I really don't give a fuck, Neteyam. Shut up."

He pulled me up by my arm and stood inches from me, staring into my eyes. I was itching to punch him, but I knew I'd have the upper hand later.

I yanked my arm away, pulled out my knife, and pointed it at him.

"I thought I told you to never fucking touch me."

He smirked and pushed the knife away from his face. "That might be scary to someone else, princess, but not me."

He started walking toward me, and I backed away, not sure what he was planning. I tightened my grip on the knife, ready for anything.

I was now wedged between a tree and Neteyam's body, his hot breath hitting my lips, my heart speeding up.

"You know you'd make the perfect mate if you weren't such a raging bitch," he hissed at me.

I wedged my hand between our bodies, unable to stop my body from quivering at his touch.

He lowered his head to my neck, his breath tickling my sensitive skin. I swallowed, feeling heat rush to my core. Why was my body reacting to him this way?

"Nervous baby?" he asked, placing a small kiss on my neck.

"No, Neteyam," I said, trying to sound confident.

He laughed, turning his back to me.

"I knew you liked me," he said, disappearing into his tent.

I threw my knife down, watching it stick into the ground before I slid down the tree.

"What the fuck was that, y/n?" I said to myself.

A million thoughts raced through my mind. Did I really like him? Why did my body react like that to him of all people?

But I couldn't deny that Neteyam was a catch. His body was toned to perfection, and every eligible woman sought after him for good reason.

As I wandered through the forest, I couldn't shake the feeling of temptation that Neteyam had stirred in me. But I knew that giving in to him would mean sacrificing my pride.

I walked back to my tent and lay looking up at the roof of my tent, listening for the right moment to strike. Hours must've passed by before I heard rustling coming from the tent next to mine.

Time to strike.

I took a peek to see him walking, I made my way out of my tent silently following him.

I finally found my opening, kicking his leg, grabbing his queue tightly.

His screams of agony ripped through the Lush forest.

I tightened my grip on his queue, yanking it so that he would face me.

He growled at me, but it put a smile on my face seeing him completely at my mercy.

I pulled out my knife, slowly bringing it to his queue.

"No no, Y/n please, I'd rather you kill me."

I laughed, that'd be too easy.

I whispered in his ear, "You deserve much worse."

I brought my knife to his face giving it a small slash, I couldn't help but feel satisfaction wash over me.

The memory of what he did to me.

Blood dripped down his face as I leaned forward, licking it sensually. Yanking his queue, I forced him to face me.

"You'd make a good mate too if you weren't so weak," I whispered into his ear, running my hand down his queue. Neteyam shivered at my touch .The tendrils danced at my fingertips, and I couldn't resist the temptation to play with them.

"What are you doing?" he muttered weakly.

"Shut the fuck up," I snapped, pressing my foot harder on his leg. He winced, but he knew better than to cry out. I brought the tendrils to my mouth, sticking out my tongue, and let them dance around it. Neteyam let out a low groan.

"Like that, don't you, Tey?" I purred, enjoying the feeling of power that came with his submission.

I ran my hand up his queue, pulling his head back as I slowly straddled him, feeling his cock slowly harden.

"I can feel how turned on you are, seems like you like me too."

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stardustcatcher · 1 year

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TLC

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: danny being the absolute sweetest most best boyfriend in the world, nudity of the nonsexual variety, reader has a really bad day so not quite angst but stress (?), self indulgent mediocre writing, i mean it danny's a sweetheart in this one proceed with caution (let me know if I missed anything please)

AN: i've got a lot on my plate recently and i've been stressing, the only way i haven't gone insane so far is daydreaming and imagining some caring and comforting boyfriend danny, so that's what this is. i hope you all enjoy and as always, all feedback is welcomed, appreciated, and encouraged :) i love you all <3

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It was a bad day. An absolutely horrible, awful, terrible, disastrously bad day. You’d known it would be from the moment you’d woken up in an empty bed, Danny already out the door and in the studio with the band, his side of the bed had long grown cold. The only evidence he’d ever been there was a note laying on your endtable. It read: “Had to leave early, you looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to wake you. Go be great and have a good day. Love Danny xoxo”.

You wished you could’ve listened to the note’s instructions, but as soon as you opened your eyes after being ripped from sleep by your alarm’s unbearable racket you’d felt the gray gloomy cloud over your head. That really set the tone for the day.

It would’ve been nice if things had gone up from there, but of course they didn’t. You’d forgotten your coffee before you left the house and there was a wreck on the road as you made your way to work, causing all sorts of traffic making you nearly an hour late. Needless to say, that didn’t make your boss very happy. Then there was the pile of work waiting on your desk, all needing your attention and to be dealt with before you went home. When lunch came around, you had barely made a dent in what needed to get done, so you ate at your desk and texted Danny, hoping he was doing better than you.

There was a hesitant feeling to share your grievances with your loving boyfriend, you didn’t want to feel like a burden or put a damper on his day just because yours wasn’t going well. So you kept silent, after all, there was still time for the day to turn around. Maybe you could blow through the rest of your work and still be home at a reasonable hour.

“Stupid of me to think that,” You scolded yourself as six o’clock rolled around and you had just started to gather your things to leave. There were still dozens of emails to be answered but they’d have to wait until tomorrow, you couldn’t stand spending another minute at work when you could be comfortably cuddled with Danny. Just knowing he was waiting for you made you feel a tiny bit better.

As if he could hear you thinking about him, your phone rang and his contact photo lit up the screen. It was one of the two of you taken by Jake at a bar, Danny’s lips smushed against your cheek while you beamed happily at the camera, no posed smile just pure uninhibited joy. “Hey, beautiful, you on your way home?” Danny’s voice asked when you answered the call. You could hear music in the background and practically picture the smile on his face.

“Yeah, babe, on my way out of the office now,” You sighed, hiking your bag higher up on your shoulder as you walked out of the building towards your car.

“Just now? You’re usually home by now?” he questioned, voice filling with concern. You could imagine the crease forming between his furrowed brows, one you’d usually run your thumb over to soften out. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just a rough day,” You ran your hand down your face, feeling the weight of the day rest heavy on your shoulders. “I’ll be home in twenty,” you put the key in the ignition and started your car.

“Alright, honey. I’ll be here when you get home. Drive safe, I love you,” Danny says.

“Will do, I love you too,” You huff as you hang up the phone, wishing that teleportation was possible and you could be in Danny’s embrace with the blink of an eye. You drive home in silence, feeling as though music would be overwhelming to your already fragile state.

Luckily the ride home is much quicker than the drive to work was, and before you know it, you’re pulling into the driveway of the home you share with your boyfriend. You see his car parked next to yours, the porch light on but no lights in the house on. You’re slightly confused, but your brain hurts too much to think anything of it.

As you turn off the car and get out, Danny opens the front door. He looks radiant as ever, long and dark curly tresses pulled up in a haphazard bun, his Church of Rock and Roll shirt stretched across his toned chest, and a pair of black sweatpants hung low across his hips. If you had the energy, you’d absolutely jump him.

He holds his arms out in invitation as you walk towards the front door. When you meet him, he takes your bag from your hand before tugging you inside and wrapping you in his warm and strong arms. You practically melt into him, knees going a little bit weak as you take in his scent. He smells woodsy from the cologne he uses and a little bit fruity from the shampoo he likes. He smells like Danny and home.

His large hand runs over your head as he sways you both back and forth, letting you take all the love and comfort you need from him. “Hi, my gorgeous girl,” he grins when you finally pull back. You give him a halfhearted smile in return as he cups your face in his hands. A soft and gentle kiss is pressed against your lips and you chase them when he pulls away. “I’m sorry you had a bad day,” he pouts, seeming genuinely upset. But that’s Danny, too good for the world.

“It’s not your fault,” you hum when his thumb caresses your cheek, relishing in the touch you’d been longing for all day.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be sorry,” he presses his lips to your forehead, letting them linger before he shoots you another dazzling smile. “C’mon, I’ ve got a surprise for you,” he hangs your bag and keys up by the door before taking your hand and leading you to your shared bedroom. He stopped once he reached the closed door to the master bathroom and he dropped your hand and spun around to face you, pretty eyes sparkling in the dim lights. “Okay, now you have to close your eyes.”

“Danny…” you trailed off, head tilted to the side with furrowed brows.

“Just trust me, okay? You trust me, don’t you?”

“With my life,” you relent and shut your eyes, covering them with your hands for good measure. You could hear him giggle and the sound of the bathroom door opening before he moved behind you and grabbed your upper arms. Danny guided you into the bathroom and pressed himself against you, chin resting on your shoulder as he released your arms.

“Open your eyes,” he said softly, no louder than a whisper. You uncovered your eyes and almost immediately bursted into tears. The bathroom seemed completely different than you had ever seen it.

Tealights and scented candles lit up the space, casting the room in a soft orange glow. The tub was steaming, filled with fragrant oils. The sound of soft music played from the speaker set on the sink, next to it sat a tray with bottles of your favorite shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that was only broken out when you really wanted to treat yourself. “Danny, you did this all for me?” you whispered, turning around in his hold. Your eyes were teary, full of love and appreciation for your lover. You could feel the stress of the horrible day nearly melt off at just the sight of what he did just for you.

“Of course I did, beautiful. You had a bad day, I’d say that warrants some pampering. Not that I need a reason to give my favorite girl some TLC,” Danny smiled, swiping his thumb under your eye to catch the wayward tear that had fallen. “You like it?”

“I love it,” you gave a teary chuckle, grabbing his face and planting a firm kiss on his lips, hoping to convey all the love and gratefulness you felt for him through it. “But I love you more.”

“I love you too, honey,” he laughed. “Now get undressed, I’m gonna get you some water because I guarantee you didn’t drink enough today. Then I’ll come back and wash your hair for you, how does that sound?”

“Like a dream,” you smiled. He pecked your forehead before leaving the bathroom, closing the door to give you the privacy to strip.

As you shed your clothes you could feel the weight of the day get lighter and lighter, each article of clothing gone making it easier to breathe. Once your clothes were discarded in the hamper in the corner, you slowly sank into the hot water, sighing in content as your muscles decompressed. Leaning back into the steaming bath, you let your eyes close and gave your body a chance to finally rest. You were so at ease that you barely heard the bathroom door opening again.

“Don’t you look relaxed,” Danny hummed, walking to you with a bottle of water in hand. “Feeling a little better.”

“So much better,” you smiled at him, head lolling to the side as you looked at him. You couldn’t help but admire him, feeling overwhelmighly thankful that you were able to bag such an angel of a man. He was sweet, kind, selfless, and not to mention the most handsome god-like man you’d ever laid eyes upon. You were so lucky to have him. Tears welled up in your eyes again at the sheer amount of affection and love you held for the beautiful soul in front of you. “You’re too good to me, Danny.”

“No such thing, baby. Drink,” Danny shook his head, kneeling beside the tub and handing you the now opened water bottle. “You deserve everything good in the world. Now, gimme that and tilt your head back,” he took the water bottle from you before grabbing the small cup that sat in the shower caddy in the corner for occasions just like this one.

You tipped your head back as Danny filled the cup up with bathwater before he tilted it over your hair, unoccupied hand resting on your forehead to shield your face from the water. He took such care lathering the shampoo into your hair, massaging his fingers into your scalp and carefully rinsing the soap from your hair. He did the same with the conditioner, knowing exactly how to care for it properly with knowledge from his own vigorous hair routine. Once your hair was rinsed for the final time, he pressed a kiss to your wet cheek and stood.

“You soak in here, do whatever you have to do. I’m gonna run your towel in the dryer for a little while so it's nice and warm when you come out and I’ll order us some dinner. Chinese sound good?” He asked, running a hand over your wet hair.

“Sounds amazing,” you can’t help but smile brightly at him, the stress of the day fully dissipated.

“There’s that gorgeous smile. Take your time, honey,” he said before leaving, shutting the door behind him again, leaving you smiley and absolutely in love.

You washed your body with the washcloth and your expensive body ways and soaked in the tub for twenty more minutes until the water went cold and your fingers pruned. Just as you pulled the stopper, Danny walked in again with the towel that had been warmed up in the dryer. “How’d you know I was done?” you asked, stepping out of the tub as Danny opened the towel. You stepped into him and he wrapped you up tightly in the warmed fabric.

“I don’t know, maybe I’ve got a sixth sense about you or something,” he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I set some clothes out on the bed for you. Finish up here, put those on, snuggle up, and I’ll bring the food in.”

Once your nightime routine was finished, you shuffled into the bedroom and pulled on the pajamas Danny had set out for you. Your comfiest pair of pajama pants, and a sweatshirt Danny had that even swallowed him whole—it was a favorite of yours. You tucked yourself under the comforter and turned on the TV, putting on Netflix and your favorite movie. Moments later Danny came in, huge bag of Chinese take-out in hand. “How’d you know I had a movie in mind?” he asked, setting the bag of food on his bedside table.

“Dunno, maybe I’ve got a sixth sense about you or something,” you parroted his earlier words as he passed your food to you.

“Cheeky,” he giggled, hopping into bed right next to you, grabbing his own food and tugging you close.

As you both ate, movie playing in the background, you stole glances at your amazingly fantastic boyfriend, just wondering how you got so lucky to have him. “I really appreciate what you did for me,” you mumbled, head falling on his shoulder. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one, honey,” Danny looked down at you with a look of love in his eye. An absolutely horrible, awful, terrible, disastrously bad day had turned into a good night.

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 8 months

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Oh no was the spin-off bad or just mediocre? Is there anything you particularly liked or disliked about it?

god okay let's get into the good, the bad, and the ???? of it all. hiding it entirely under a cut because spoilers ahoy.

the :)

I have reservations about the Riddler as a full protagonist that I'll articulate below, but I can't really fault any of the writing re: Eddie's dialogue at all. the characterization of the Riddler as an insufferably cocky and nosy motormouth works really well, and Hasan Minhaj seems like he's having a blast with the expanded role.

I also like ESCAPE ARTIST PICKPOCKET RIDDLER recognition!!!

also hey even though they didn't follow up on some of the very promising tidbits re: Eddie's potentially deteriorating mental state dropped in Unburied, I like that it was made clear that there are physical components to his riddle compulsion, namely mentioning that his chest was getting tighter. it adds an interesting dimension to his whole schtick!

having listed all these fun traits that I enjoy, I also respect that the story doesn't feel the need to like... soften Eddie in order to make him a more likeable protagonist. oh haha the funny little asshole man? yeah he killed people. he kills a guy literally in the course of the story after proclaiming in the very first episode that he's mostly non-violent. and he's 100% chill about it because fuck that guy! he doesn't matter, he's in the way of the riddle! and the whole ending with Nadira is... oofah doofah, that's crazy. that's crazy crazy. and it's pretty tasty!

I LOOOOOVE appearances from minor villains!!! bro we got THE FUCKING TALLY MAN in this!!! also hey when I wrote that absurdly long post-Unburied fic I CORRECTLY predicted Croc, Sportsmaster, and the fucking Condiment King someone. I don't know. pay me or kiss me on the mouth for that or something.

I wish there was more Barbara, of course, but I really like what we did get of her! I like that we've kind of skipped over any need for her to have a Batgirl era and just got straight to the good stuff of being almost Oracle. I love to see her exactly where she belongs: flagrantly committing cybercrime to save lives because she can.

also the sound design is still good, and I really like the new music for the opening and Azrael's motif

also speaking of Azrael I'm going to say ONE nice thing about how he was written which is that I DO think it's interesting that they directly pointed out that the concept of Azrael as an angel of death is actually much more prominent in Islam than Christianity while also making in unambiguous that the Nygmas are a Muslim family. it adds a little bit of intrigue to the connection between Nadira and JP, not nearly enough to actually redeem Nadira as a big bad in my eyes (see below) but it is interesting!

also lastly Eddie is flirting so hard with Bruce AND Barbara I love you problematic awful bisexual representation. AND Killer Croc wants to fuck him? madness.

the :/

I alluded to this earlier, but I don't know if I love Eddie promoted to the POV protagonist! it's a big departure from Unburied, not just in terms of who's the main character but also in terms of limiting the scope of the story. giving Bruce and Barbara's alternating perspectives in Unburied was brilliant for building up the mystery and creating suspense in the story, and when the story came together to focus fully on Bruce as Batman it felt organically earned.

and also on a more Eddie-centric note I just! think he works better as a supporting character for other people to bounce off of, rather than being a lead in his own right!

I'm putting this in :/ instead of :( because it's more of a matter of personal taste than anything but godddddd I wanted more Barbara :/ I love her :/ where is she :/ I'm mostly mad because I wanted a spinoff of her and Eddie solving crimes while he crashes in her couch and does petty crime but godddddd god god god I want her back so bad I love her more than Eddie and Bruce combined

while I like the emotional beats of the resolution with Nadira I don't... like her as a character or a storytelling device. like I'm sorry but I don't really care about the Riddler's family drama! especially not when it's as heavy-handed as "my sister told me riddles to distract me from our parents fighting." very reminiscent of the backstory where Leonard and Lisa Snart would hide out in an ice cream truck or whatever, please stop trying to make psychology this painfully clear cut.

I also didn't really need an origin story but I do like that it's kind of an updated version of his first BTAS episode!

I can't decide if Jean Paul unceremoniously killing off Flass is really funny or sucks shit. kind of both but it does veer towards the latter, I was really hoping that if they're going to keep making more of this podcast we would at least get to see Babs get an arc where she investigates Flass and gets justice for her dad on her own terms. but then again. it is pretty funny.

also god this isn't REALLY about the show but I have to say this. the Riddler a.) getting #calledout by Azrael for bearing false witness and b.) ESPECIALLY him trying to dunk on his sister by implying she should marry a white guy are SO FUNNY given the timing of the minor scandal re: Hasan Minhaj maybe just straight up making things up entirely in his comedy and SPECIFICALLY getting that poor woman doxxed by claiming she dumped him for racist reasons. I'M JUST SAYING. (editor's note: since absolved of all wrongdoing and the woman who wrote that piece is genuinely unhinged, but the timing was still BANANAS.)

the :(

I'm just gonna say it, man: I'm not into Colman Domingo's Bruce/Batman performance at all. I don't know what happened behind the scenes to precipitate Winston Duke leaving the role, but god fuck I'm in mourning. Duke is genuinely one of my favorite portrayals of Bruce ever for his distinctive Batman voice and how much expressiveness, vulnerability, and warmth he brings to the character, and while I wouldn't want his replacement to try and mimic that performance exactly (impossible!) it seems like Domingo just... wasn't even given the memo? this is a much flatter Bruce, and I simply cannot love him.

re: my complaints about Nadira above, her character is just handled in a really underwhelming way. having Eddie repeatedly call her "sis" is stumbling straight into the one of the worst of all lazy exposition techniques, especially since Bruce works his way to that exact revelation, like would it have killed anyone to just... let us wonder about the connection a *little* longer? also, again, those flashbacks are ARTLESS. in Unburied there's framing and context for all of the ways the past blends into the present, whether it's Strange's recordings or the story taking place inside Bruce's own meddled memories. it really feels like they're just hurling backstory at us with a catapult in this one.

the ultimate big bad reveal is... ugh. UGH. Unburied was a really cool nesting doll of a minor Batman villain being manipulated by a more well-known villain being manipulated by an A-list villain with a cool and unique spin on her backstory... Secrets in the Dark has an absolutely WASTED member of the Batfamily used as a killer of the week, controlled by a minor dirty cop and a complete OC who doesn't get much screentime at all. cool!

also hey listen. as soon as they start going "hmm... I don't know this is just too big for Flass... SOMEONE else must be helping him..." it's like. I don't know, man. do you think it's possibly the only new character introduced in the series who we know was just elected to a government position? do you think maybe that's who it could be?

also hey man speaking of which they just fucking. they just used Jean Paul as a random deranged serial killer and then the fucking Riddler managed to convince him to off himself. fucking. disrespectful. this feels like that episode of Arrow (sorry to cite Arrow in 2023, I know) when Helena's just like. an antagonist of the week for Oliver to fight. disrespectful!!!!

"Makenzie I thought you didn't even like Jean Paul why does it matter" I'M COMING AROUND ON HIM

overall the plot just feels way more hectic and unpolished than Unburied and it's Unfortunate!

also hey do you remember at the end of Unburied where Bruce just casually blows the lid open on Eddie being afraid that he's like. devolving and actively losing his grip on his own brain and it's like extra bad and scary because he has no idea whether it really means anything when he passes psych evals, etc? really cool how we never really brought that up again

where was Ace :( :( :( my good boy :( :( :(

#secrets in the dark #batman unburied

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/Not once did Seyka put the responsibility of saving her sister on Aloy's shoulders. They helped each other, but it was mutual. / like every other single character? we could had an amazing love story and slow burn but no, all rushed with a random she just met and forcing it down the players' throats. but we are accepting this mediocrity, yay, really scared for horizon 3

I'm of the opinion that the ending with Seyka would have been best with a mixture of all three replies because they don't know each other very well, and Aloy is still working through things. I can see where people come from with the it feels a little rushed complaint, but it's also not the build up to some deeply committed relationship. So far, it's just a crush for both of them. Those dont need to have a drawn out build up. (Not to mention, picking a new character is actually less controversial than forcing one among the many choices people feel deeply about.)

Im fairly certain the writers are setting up the idea of romance choices for horizon 3. You likely won't be forced to romance her if you don't want to.

As for Seyka herself's dynamic with Aloy, yes, it is different from most of the other romantic possibilities in the game, aside from Talanah. All of them have points and interesting dynamics to explore in a ship, but there is some awe from all. Katallo views her as an admirable commander. Erend did rely heavily on her for solving his sister's disappearance, and felt like he owed her a debt. Alva had to get over her ancestor worship, etc. None of these things take away from their relationship potential with Aloy, but they did bother her a little.

They all learn to become real friends with her given time, but Seyka never needed that time. She framed asking for Aloy's help as helping each other, not as a plea. She took Aloy's immense capability as a challenge for herself. She pushed back against Aloy at every opportunity, but not in a way that hindered, in a way that forced Aloy out of her "Im responsible for everyone" shtick. She actively and consistently put herself in an equal and supportive role to Aloy, wanting to bear just as much weight. She was unwilling to just follow her lead (not in a bad way).

Her differing views on family and community were good changes from Aloy. To answer the other ask in the same answer, they aren't carbon copies. Aloy needs someone who can keep up with her intellectually and physically. She has a habit of not respecting people who bow down to tradition when it hinders them, so Seyka couldn't be that person. Those are the only things that we know Seyka really shares with her, but they are things Aloy finds appealing and would desire in a partner. They are necessary connections. We don't know much about Seyka yet, but we know enough to know they aren't the same person.

#literally just look at their reactions to alcohol #its actually a big difference if you think about the whys of it all #talanah actually has a little bit of an opposite power imbalance to all the other friends #in all honesty my favorite part of the romance in the dlc is just Aloy being flustered #i don't think the romance was some masterful bit of writing #but it also wasn't really bad either #they did do a great job of setting up sapphic Aloy tho #it has been hinted at since the first game #burning shores #horizon burning shores #burning shores spoilers #hfw spoilers #hfw #horizon forbidden west #hzd #horizon games #seyka #seyloy #aloy

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A New Start [Part 2]

Detective Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

A/N: I just want to say I appreciate all the positive feedback for the first part. This is my first time writing a fanfic, so I hope you guys like this part as much as the last.

Summary: As Y/N and Dick begin to build a connection between one another, a new problem comes up that sets them at odds.

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of violence

After Y/N and Dick’s little heart to heart moment, they proceeded to go to work on the ongoing robbery investigation. As she sat at her desk and scanned through the evidence files Dick had given her, she allowed her mind wonder off to a more interesting topic.

Y/N felt at ease now that she had managed to get on her partner’s good side, but she also began to have other feelings towards him. She could tell from that small interaction that he has seen and been through a lot of bad stuff, just like her. On one side, he has this kind of edge that tells you he’s not the kind of person you want to mess with. On the other side, he is compassionate and caring for those who he feels a connection with.

Y/N allowed herself to remain zoned out as she continued to think about Dick. What is he like outside of work? What does he enjoy doing in his spare time? Does he have a girlfriend? These intrusive thoughts clouded her mind to the point where she didn’t notice her partner was out of his chair and packing his things to leave. Dick, putting his coat on and throwing his bag over his shoulder, let out a deep sigh and turned to look over at Y/N.

“Well Y/N, it was nice to meet and talk to you, I’m heading out for the night. See you first thing in the morning alright?” He waited until she rose her head up to give her a warm smile.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” She smiled back and watched as he started towards the door.

Y/N watched as Dick walked out the front doors, feeling slightly ashamed by the impact he seemed to have on her although they just met. Despite her feelings, she decided that she wouldn’t try to act on them. After losing her old partner, she felt that it would be best to avoid getting too close to her new partner. She couldn’t handle losing another partner, let alone one that she cared deeply about.

“Working late tonight new girl?” A woman’s voice caused Y/N to turn around and meet the eyes of an officer, who appeared to be on her way out as well.

“Oh no. I’m just preparing for tomorrow, hopefully we’ll be able to find a lead in the case.” Y/N waved to the officer, receiving a thumbs up in response as the woman continued walking.

Y/N had left shortly after, returning to her mediocre apartment in a semi-decent neighborhood not too far away from the station. She did her usual nightly routine and called it a night, prepared for the busy day tomorrow.

It was now morning time and Y/N was standing in front of her long mirror giving herself a once over. She made a few changes to her usual plain black and white wardrobe, adding a bit more color. She convinced herself that it was only part of her journey to turn a new leaf. Satisfied with her new look, she grabbed her keys and the personal items she wanted to decorate her new desk with and headed out to work. Arriving to the police department a few minutes later, Y/N entered the building with a gleeful smile on her face like yesterday. Her smile dropped as soon as she saw what appeared to be an empty precinct. Confused and concerned, she went over to her desk to set her things down then heard the captain’s voice calling out for her.

“Detective Y/L/N! We’re all in the meeting room waiting for you.” She sped to the meeting room, where she could see everyone had already taken a seat, and Captain Nelson was standing behind the podium in front of everyone. In the very front, sat a tired-looking Dick with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. Y/N took the empty seat next to him, still confused about the unplanned meeting.

"Morning partner." Dick says softly as he sips his coffee, taking notice to his partner’s appearance being much more vibrant than the day before.

"Good morning, Dick. What's all this about anyway?"

"No clue.” Dick kept his eyes on Y/N as she looked around the room, still trying to make sense of what was happening. Their attention was quickly grabbed by the captain, who was ready to start the meeting.

"Now that everyone's here, I'd like to inform you all about a potentially new problem we'll have to face in the near future." Everyone watched the captain as he turned on the monitors behind him. On the screen were two surveillance shots of a man dressed in a red and green kevlar suit with a black mask on his face. He appeared to be in the middle of fighting a group of men.

"We got a call last night about some caped crusader single handedly fighting six men all by himself. By the time our people got there, they found all six men bloody and badly beaten. The vigilante was nowhere to be found."

Y/N couldn't believe her eyes. She had only heard stories about him, but never thought she would end up in the same city as him.

"Holy shit...is that Robin?" Y/N said as stood up to get a better view of the monitor, still in disbelief. Dick quickly turned to glare at her, surprised she was able to identify the person in the images so fast.

He chose to remain silent and observe the reactions of his colleagues. They were all expressing a disapproving attitude, some of them even cracked jokes about the suit. All except for Y/N, who seemed to be thrilled by the revelation, almost like she was a fan. Dick tuned out everyone around him and focused only on Y/N, who only spoke highly of Robin.

“You guys can say what you want but that guy is badass. To take on six guys all by himself is unreal! I wonder if Batman is here too or if he came by himself.”

"Don't know, and don't care. I refuse to let these mask wearing freaks come into my city and do whatever the hell they want. They think they can do our jobs better than us, but what happened last night wasn't justice. I want to know why he targeted them specifically.” Captain Nelson was clearly a part of the disapproving crowd, cutting off the monitor and stepping from behind the podium to assign the new task.

“Detectives Kurt and Rodriguez, I’m assigning you both to the vigilante case. The rest of you, continue with the robbery investigation and report to me as soon as you find a lead. Thank you, dismissed.” Y/N and Dick left out of the meeting room together, both watching Kurt and Rodriguez complain about the new assignment on the way back to their desks.

“You seeing these guys? Just ungrateful. I would kill to take on a case like that.” Y/N turned to Dick, quietly walking alongside her. He just flashed a smile and continued walking. She noticed that he hadn’t really said anything during the entire meeting, but she just assumed that he was indifferent to the vigilante stuff.

They both went back to their desks and started working. Y/N couldn’t take her mind off of Robin and Dick couldn’t take his mind off of Y/N. He wondered how she would react if she knew that he was the man underneath the mask. Y/N on the other hand wondered about the motive Robin had to go after those men like that. They clearly weren’t good guys, but there are bad guys all over the city. Why them? Why now? The more she thought about it, the more she became invested in the case itself.

Y/N took a quick look around to see if anyone was close enough to see what she was doing. Once the coast was clear, she used her computer to access the arrest records of the men who were detained after the Robin situation. All five of the men’s mugshots were displayed on her monitor and she could see the damage Robin had done to these guys, but there was one missing. She knew that his injuries must have been so severe that he had to be hospitalized.

“What if this guy was the target and the rest of them were just collateral damage?” She muttered to herself, slowly piecing the mystery together. Her thoughts were interrupted by Dick slamming his notebook on the desk in front of her. Before she had a chance to react, Dick was already hovering over her, expressing his newfound enthusiasm.

“I got it Y/N. This is our lead right here I just need you to-” Dick stopped as soon as he laid eyes on Y/N’s monitor. She was looking into the guys he beat to a pulp last night. Panic started to set in as he recalled her being listed as a proficient level detective in her files. He felt like there was a good chance she could uncover his secret, so he had to do whatever it takes to keep her from being successful.

“Y/N, we need to focus on the case that was assigned to us. No going off on our own, remember?”

“I know and I’m sorry, but I just-”

“Don’t let your curiosity get the best of you. If I catch you looking into the Robin stuff any further, I’ll have to report you to Nelson. Trust me, pissing off the captain is the last thing you want to do.” Dick’s tone came off much sterner than he wanted it to, but he needed her to get off the Robin thing as soon as possible. Part of him felt guilty as he watched her remove the photos of the men from her screen, her silence and sullen expression said more than enough.

“I’m going to take our lead to the captain and see what he says. If it’s good enough, I could get the green light to hold a stakeout.” Y/N sat in silence, staring at Dick while he briefly explained how he got some intel from someone he knows about a location where the stolen money is being stored.

She wasn’t giving him any sign of affirmation, making it clear that she wasn’t happy with him. Dick took the hint and walked off to the captain’s office. She felt like he was overreacting about her looking into the Robin case, but he was right about her not being focused on the task at hand. After sitting and thinking to herself for a few minutes, she made the conscious decision to give her full attention to the robbery case. But first, she wanted to know the name of the sixth man involved in the case. Y/N put her eyes on Kurt and Rodriguez, who were both sitting at their desks, presumably discussing the case. She figured all she had to do was go ask them for the guy’s name, but as soon as she got up to approach them Dick was already on his way back. She sat back down in her chair and acted natural as Dick came to stand on her side of the desk, towering over her again.

"Nelson gave us the green light for the stakeout. We should exchange numbers since we’ll be doing this together, in case anything happens.” Dick pulled his phone from his back pocket, unlocking and holding it out to her. Y/N obliged, saving her number into his phone. She looked back up at him to give him his phone back and watched as he parted his lips to speak.

“Also, I want to apologize about the threat I made earlier. I just really want to get through this case Y/N, I’ve been busting my ass these past few weeks trying to catch these guys.”

“Dick, I totally understand. I’m sorry too, and the bird boy is off limits from now on, I promise.”

“Oh, that’s a good one.” Dick and Y/N shared a laugh before falling into a moment of silence. The prolonged eye contact between the two spoke volumes to one another. There was something there that neither one of them wanted to acknowledge at the time, especially since they were about to spend a few hours alone together the very next day. Y/N turned away first, trying to find something to do in effort to ease the tension.

“Okay, I’m just gonna-”

“Yeah, me too.” Dick hastily turns away and moves back over to his desk, plopping down into his chair and raising his hands to hold the back of his head. He stared blankly at his computer screen, trying desperately not to shift his eyes over to his partner.

As much as he wanted to fight his growing attraction for Y/N, he couldn’t. After a failed relationship with Dawn, he promised himself that he wouldn’t get involved with another woman for a while, that is, until Y/N showed up. She just had to be his type, confident, strong-willed, and intelligent. Her unknowingly being fascinated with him and his ‘extracurricular activities’ only made his feelings stronger, along with the fear of her finding out and possibly ruining his acquaintance with her.

On the other side of the desk, Y/N quietly tended to the decorations she brought from home, trying to keep her mind and eyes off the alluring man sitting a couple feet away from her. It wasn’t long before her attention was claimed by said man, who made her look at her left at a fellow detective, who had his right hand in the back of his pants, scratching aggressively. Dick and Y/N snickered at the man, finding his actions both humorous and disgusting. This provoked jokes and playful banter between the two as a result, which lasted until it was time to say goodbye. Y/N was the last to leave again, or she thought she was as she made her way to the door and caught Rodriguez still at his desk. With no hesitation, she redirected herself over to him to ask the million-dollar question. She had a hard time convincing him that her questions were just out of curiosity, but after a few words of reassurance, he finally gave her the answer. Tyler Hackett.

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Fog Lifted

Themes: comfort eating, unplanned weight gain, emotional overeating

TW: the character is clinically depressed

Words: 1501

Part: 1/1, completed

Hector bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself from crying. Another ridiculous email from his boss, requesting something basically impossible. Not only that, it was outside of his work description and with a deadline of twenty-four hours. Of course.

“Hector, in my office, now.” Mr. Richards appeared at the door momentarily, just to disappear again.

Hector took a shaky breath, his palms sweating and his stomach a block of ice. He was working late every day, barely keeping his head above water, not getting paid for his overtime and now he was getting called into the boss's office? Hector was close to snapping, he could feel it beneath his skin, at the back of his head, pulsing in his brain…

“As a company, we’ve given you everything for you to show us what a competent creative manager you are.” Richards licked his finger to turn a page in the stack of documents in front of him; he didn’t even bother to look at Hector. “And there are no results. Or rather, the results are mediocre.”

Hector’s exhausted brain chose that moment to snap.

“You know what? I don’t need to listen to this, I quit.”

Richards looked up.

“What?”

“I’ve given this company all I could, sacrificed my private life… And you treat me like garbage. I’m done. I quit.”

Richards stared at him, a vein pulsating at his temple.

“I will leave my resignation with Marla,” Hector said, unfolding himself from the uncomfortable chair and leaving.

“Oh God, what have I done?” Hector gasped. He was sitting in his car, still in the parking lot in front of the office building. He quit. Without another job offer, without any plan, he just… snapped.

And without any plan or even a vague idea of one, Hector went home. He stopped at the nearest supermarket and bought an embarrassing amount of cake.

Hector ended up pacing his flat for hours, nearly sick with anxiety. Finally, exhausted with worry and shaky from not eating all day he sunk into the couch and brought the whole cake with him, not bothering with a plate, simply digging into the massive dessert with a spoon.

Somehow, the explosion of chocolate moose, spongy dough and chocolate icing made him feel better. It felt like a sweet, sugary hug he was giving to himself.

From that point on, Hector remembered very little, everything felt foggy in his head. He spent the next few weeks applying for jobs in the morning and then stuffing his face until it was time to fall into restless sleep. Hector was vaguely aware of how his belly was slowly pushing outwards and how his body softened. Soon, the distended belly turned into a round ball of fat and not long after that, the ball was so large and heavy that it came to rest on Hector’s lap.

When he popped a button on his jeans Hector was momentarily aware of how much time had passed without him actually remembering it, but that awareness didn’t last very long and he soon drifted back into numbness, stuffing his face some more.

Finally, after months of draining his savings and barely consciously drifting through the days, Hector decided to apply for a job at a warehouse. Even before he became a creative manager, he got a certification to operate the forklift; after all, Hector was a firm believer that you always needed a plan B. And he was proven right when soon after applying he was invited for an interview.

Hector stuffed himself into a suit that was long overdue for a size up and went to the job interview. The interviewer eyed his clearly overfed body suspiciously and said that “there was no need to go to all this trouble for an interview at a warehouse”. And so Hector became a forklift operator.

He spent his days managing the warehouse and if the day was slower he’d sit in the office in front of the tiny TV and stuff his face. He liked the new job; he didn’t have to deal with the toxic office environment, he didn’t even have to think most of the time, just loading, unloading, loading, unloading… Hector went through life on auto-pilot, at work numbing his brain with mundane tasks, at home numbing it with sugar and grease.

Hector didn’t really have any particular feelings about his weight gain, he wasn’t oblivious to it, obviously, he could see he was getting fat, but it was of absolutely no concern to him. All he cared about was that when he was shoving enormous spoonfuls of cake into his mouth he felt at least marginally better and not like everything was falling apart.

The fact that he had to constantly ask for new uniforms at work when the old ones became too tight or that walking around the grocery store was becoming way more laborious than he ever remembered didn’t really tip him off about just how fat he was getting.

That realisation came a while later when one day he waddled up to his forklift and hefted himself into the seat only to discover that he couldn’t reach the controls which were completely obstructed and hidden beneath the giant mound of flesh that was his belly.

And so Hector lost his job as a forklift operator. He once again fell into a state of complete numbness, sitting on his couch and gorging himself on sweets.

But enough was enough, and no matter how Hector felt, he knew he needed to get money from somewhere. So he bought a new tent-sized suit and started applying for jobs in creative marketing again.

The company was a complete mess, with no structure and no process to speak of. But it wasn’t nearly as toxic as Hector’s previous job, and so he stayed. People at work were making fun of him behind his back, but they were not so discrete about it that he didn’t know. He knew they made fun of the obese creative manager who could barely walk, waddling like a penguin and making the entire office floor shake.

One day Hector got asked to the boss’s office and he was almost sure he was going to get fired, but instead she told him that she was concerned about his well-being and that he obviously needed help. And so she sent him for a health check-up.

The GP was so shocked he went white when he saw Hector and Hector feared the man would pass out, but he only berated Hector and told him that “This is dangerous, you must lose all this weight immediately!” and gave Hector a referral to the psychiatrist.

Hector, now medically proven to be 736 pounds, went to the psychiatrist and was diagnosed with depression. He received anti-depressant medication and a referral to a dietician.

And Hector dutifully did all he was told to do. He took his medication, he followed the diet plan.

The pounds were falling off Hector almost as easily as they previously piled on, and yet he felt nothing. Most of the time he couldn’t even remember what he did the day before, or even earlier the same day. It was all like a haze, he just went through the motions, his head completely disconnected from his body.

Surprisingly soon, Hector reached his target weight, and the doctor was thrilled. He signed Hector up for surgery to remove the excess skin.

Hector thanked him, took his referral and left. As he was leaving he threw the referral note into the bin.

On the way home he bought three cream-filled chocolate cakes. Hector was miserable, when he was skinny before, then when he was obese and now when he was nearly skinny again he was still miserable. But there was one thing that made him happy. Food. If anything could clear the fog around Hector’s brain it was food. And so Hector ate.

He ate and ate and didn’t look back. Soon, people at work were whispering behind his back again, laughing that the fat fuck couldn’t keep away from stuffing his face for long. And Hector did. He stuffed his face at home, at work, during the holidays, on the weekends… Always.

And something incredible happened then.

As Hector’s loose skin slowly started to fill up with fat again, the fog was lifted.

Hector realised that the anti-depressants actually worked quite well, but because of how exhausted and worked-up he’d been from following the strict diet regime his head was still as clouded as before. Now, when he was medicated and well-fed, he felt amazing.

And so Hector ignored the snarky comments at work, happy for the first time in a long while. He patiently fed his deflated body all that it desired, feeling how it expanded anew every day. Hector was happy, but he knew he would be even happier when his loose skin was once again overstuffed with fat.

Perhaps, he would get even fatter than he did before.

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loquaciousquark · 9 months

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Final Thoughts

Okay! I went back and replayed the final sequence again and was much, much happier with both how everyone looked sans helmets and with some randomly varied flavor text in the background. I remain really, really happy overall with how this game ended both generally and for my particular runthrough.

The run-up to the Morphic Pool was really, REALLY creepy, and I liked the ways they threw all the li'l brainies at you to start wearing down the group resources. It does remain hilarious that the noodle-armed rogue was rowing the boat, though maybe that's why we couldn't get out of the way of the stalactite in time. The brain was fun gross and I couldn't quite tell--was the voice the same as the narrator? That would have been a nice touch! I did absolutely roll a natural 20 on that DC 99 check to Dominate the Brain (loved that setup in the dialogue window), but alas, the brain took off to destroy everything anyway. The biggest issue I had here was figuring out how to get past that dumb pile of rocks for that very mediocre chest.

In the Astral Plane, I managed to get enough brains to craft several potions of psychic resistance that I never used, but which made me feel better to have. There was never a chance my Tav was going to let Orpheus stay bound (I'm still working on her backstory, but I know she comes into the game feeling strongly anti-authoritarian and only gets moreso over the course of the events), so the only question I had was what was going to happen to the Emperor when I made that choice.

Sidebar--the Ansur fight & environ was one of my absolute favorite locales of the entire game. I loved the set design, the puzzles, the music, the reveals, and the final fight--I thought it was a fantastic setpiece altogether, and the reveal that the Dream Guardian was not only an illithid, but Balduran, made me actually gasp. Getting a conclusion to that questline as narratively satisfying as this one made me really happy, and Wyll's response to its conclusion with his dad--becoming the Blade of Avernus--I also thought was incredibly fitting for both that character and the choices he made within this world.

Anyway, I played through becoming an illithid just to see what happened (Astarion's comment about preferring any option that doesn't change your beautiful face--I felt that, bro), and as soon as I saw that grey triangle torso I was like, nope, sorry Prince, tagging you right back in on this one. Just can't do it, even when the fate of the city's on the line. I've spent too many hours looking at her janky eyes and her scarred lip to turn them all into tentacles now. I wasn't surprised the Emperor turned on me, but I didn't expect him to just full-on go Netherbrain and leave us in his rainbow skull.

I loved, loved, love the rally scene in the High Hall. What an awesome way to remind you of how many ways you've made a difference in some of these quests. The owlbear & Dannon along with the Strange Ox were my favorites, but seeing Barcus, Zevlor, and even Isobel & Dame Aylin was just wonderful. Really loved this entire sequence.

This is the first time I've ever really both utilized summoned allies in a big fight like this and also felt how much they turned the tide! A fantastic balanced encounter in the courtyard, and I called down so many Harpers & Fists & the owlbear & the dragonfire (so COOL) and Yurgir (got stuck in a building and did poke damage for the rest of the fight) and Rolan's tower (absolutely LOVED that you could save his fam & they could come live with him). It truly took an encounter that was really, really difficult into something absolutely manageable and in some ways quite easy. They told you to gather allies and by GOD I GATHERED ALLIES. I feel rewarded for my exploration!!

Of course, it then became utterly paramount to keep all summoned allies alive, but thankfully that wasn't much of an issue. My rogue by the end of this had Celestial Haste, two cunning action dashes, extra movement from momentum, and could easily clear 120+ ft a round and still have actions at the end of her movement. Plus she had a longbow that gave Guiding Bolt on a hit (GOD it's such a good longbow, I want to go back and play more combat just to play with it again), so even the few times the mindflayers were able to Dominate some Harpers I was able to get over there with either her or Lae'zel jumping rampart to rampart across the entire map & break their concentration. A super fun, exciting fight with a lot of variety. Orpheus is powerful as a mindflayer! The power is not small! He just doesn't have a horizontal mouth or a nose anymore & I can't do that to Tav!

Still never figured out how to get into that blocked-off area at the south of that map. Found a random forum post that suggested there was a chasm you could jump into to access the "Upper City Sewers," but the only things I found in the chasms was death, womp womp.

Anyway, got up to the brain (very cool cutscene! Not a snowball's chance my Tav was actually able to haul herself up that stem!) and REALLY liked the brain fight. I didn't have any issues navigating it (though a timer on the battle is always cool!) and only got Lae'zel & Orpheus killed once on the first run when I didn't understand how the Marked for Negation electric balls worked. The final cutscene where the brain fell in the water was beautifully animated; I loved seeing those NPCs keep cropping up in this sequence. I liked the image of everyone hauling themselves out of the bay onto the dock & Astarion complaining bitterly about how often he's having to swim on this trip.

My first run-through of the final dock conversation made me very sad. I didn't like Minsc's pithy comment about sunflowers for Astarion at all, and I hated watching Karlach's heart break behind that hideous helmet. (The stats were so good, and the aesthetics were so awful...she was in my party 99% of the time so Hide Helmet worked almost always...except when it mattered the most, ugh.) The second time, being able to see her face & Wyll's really helped that scene land and it really, really worked for me. I still don't think there's a fantastic in-universe Watsonian explanation for why we can't fix her engine for good with all these acres of infernal iron we've been collecting, but ACCEPTING THAT ON FACE VALUE FOR THE MOMENT I thought the writing and acting in that entire sequence were beautiful. Karlach's voice actress in particular just wrecked me. Beautiful, beautiful writing at the end; just wish the structural tentpoles were a little stronger to justify the moment.

On my second, helmet-less runthrough, when Astarion started to burn, Halsin made a much more sober comment along the lines of "he will miss that freedom; it may be some time before we see him again," and I much preferred that. It felt right in line with how my Tav felt about the situation, and she was very grateful for his empathy there. I still wish we'd figured out a way to have a celebration or something together, though I appreciate Wyll & Karlach's absence would have put a serious damper on things.

I am glad, I think, that I waited to see Karlach's ending after the patch. This read so determinedly hopeful, even with the very bittersweet sting, that I think to have anything less would have really undercut her journey even more than the options we currently have. All in all, I was very satisfied with sending her and Wyll to Avernus while we figure out how to fix her. Their final cutscene charging into the credits was the bomb.

The Astarion wrap-up scene was almost, ALMOST perfect. The choice to tell him we'd find a way to get him back in the sun was EXACTLY what I wanted to say (which was a theme in this game--there were only a handful of places in the entire game where I was frustrated by not being able to react the way I wanted--so impressive, Larian!). I just wish they'd been able to have one kiss in a room with walls and a ceiling, weh.

Anyway! The game is over, I'm immensely satisfied with all outcomes and party storylines with a few minor asterisks here and there, and I'm already plotting out several pieces to flesh out the places I want to explore. The characters are so rich and dynamic and reactive, the world feels so very real and robust, and I'm eager to live in it a little longer. I don't think I'm going to start another playthrough anytime soon--for me my first run is usually "canon", and I want to sit and marinate in this version of the world a little longer--but eventually I'll probably try a Durge just to see what the deal is. It'll honestly be incredibly hard not to romance Astarion, but we'll see! Maybe I'll just make Tavish again with a tweaked backstory. I don't know much about the Durge at all, so it'd be pretty blind!

What a good game. What a good time! I probably will go back and see what achievements I can pull easily--I was delighted to get one for "saving every tiefling possible through the end of the game," yeah boiiiii. Now to unblacklist everyone and see what the heck I've missed out on while spending every waking moment smooching an insufferable elf!

#quark plays bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #tavish gale

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frostyreturns · 27 days

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Frosty Ruins The Prince Of Egypt

This is a movie I actually remember going to see in theatres as a kid. My older brother took me for my birthday and must have thought the movie was underwhelming because after we watched it he insisted we go to the toy store right after for a secondary gift. That was unneccesary because even a mediocre movie with my brother was a good time. Now I haven't seen the movie since then so let's see if that assessement of mediocre still stands.

I've never been a huge fan of Dreamworks, the first Shrek movie was great but I have trouble even picking a second favourite movie of theirs. I've always found their character designs offputting. The artwork in the movie overall is very good…the settings the backgrounds the buildings all look terrific but the characters themselves…just look goofy and not goofy in a fun way, goofy in an 'am I supposed to believe this mongoloid alien is a person' kind of way.

I hate the musical aspects of this movie as well, it just doesn't fit. The music in a story like this is to keep the kids engaged…to make otherwise dark or boring parts of the story more interesting and recapturing a short attention span. However when the story is grim and the music is grim…it just doesn't work with the sad ballads. I'm sure there are some people who like that kind of thing but I'm not one of them. Even as a kid when I liked musical cartoon feature length movies I didn't care for the music in this one at all. The music just isn't good it doesn't flow well it's not catchy or memorable and some of it is downright cringeworthy.

I can also see the movie being polarizing for the religious elements. It opens with the disclaimer that they took some artistic license but felt it was a faithful adapation of the story. However when you adapt a story there's so much room for…adding here…taking away there…altering one single word can change so much and is considered apostasy. However sometimes those changes can also bring a story more alive. One thing that stood out to me in this vein is when moses kills the slavedriver. In the movie it's presented like as though it was an accident to make him a more sympathetic character and to avoid taking a moral stance on killing oppressors. The reality is he saw his people being abused by evil men and killed one out of rage. By altering this it presents a moral perspective not present in or consistent with the Bible that says killing is always wrong no matter what. And it attempts to present Moses as a more benevolent and perfect figure than he was, which ruins the notion of God using imperfect people to do great things. They hammer this home by doing a whole song and dance about how great Moses is. Moses is feeling unworthy and he overcomes this self doubt by "looking at his life through heavens eyes" thus attributing this veneration of Moses to God. Rather than Moses bringing glory to God they reverse this and have God bringing glory to Moses. Now maybe this is intentional or maybe an accidental consequence of a slight "artistic" alteration of the story. just to give an idea for how much of a departure it is this is the full story as it appears in the Bible/Torah.

Exodus 2:11 11 Years later, after Moses had grown up, he went out to his own people, and took notice of their heavy burdens. He saw an Egyptian beating up a Hebrew, one of his own people. 12 Looking around and seeing no one else, he killed the Egyptian and hid him in the sand. 13 Going out the next day, Moses noticed two Hebrew men fighting right in front of him. He told the one who was at fault, “Why did you strike your companion?” 14 The man replied, “Who appointed you to be an official judge over us? Are you planning to kill me like you killed the Egyptian?” Then Moses became terrified and told himself, “Certainly this event has become known!”

I'm sorry but that's a wildly different story than the one presented in the film, where he accidentally bumps a man off a ledge and is immediately offered immunity by Rameses which he turns down out of guilt. This is just one example but there's more.

What I did like about the movie is that i've always hated ancient egypt…it was an evil, oppressive, demonic empire and I hate the way there's a fascination with it that doesn't acknowledge or glosses over these things. The movie showcases just a small portion of their evil and it's always fun to watch an evil empire get pwned and seeing slaves go free.

I'm very conflicted about movies like this in general, I don't like seeing Bible stories as tales to sit and watch for entertainment. This isn't a story made up to entertain it's a historical and religious story told so we'll know the tale and it's importance spiritually. I'm not opposed to it in general I'm not saying it's wrong I just have mixed feelings about it. Seeing a story about the one true God delivering people from slavery... on the shelf next to a story about an ogre rescuing a princess…I dunno man. I just don't think the word of God is meant to be a story consumed for passing the time. I think part of the problem is I found the movie aggressively mediocre…and it almost feels wrong to say that about a Bible story…but Bible stories shouldn't be judged on their entertainment value at all. It's like judging a steak dinner for how much it tastes like candy….it does a bad job of it…but it's not supposed to and is meant to do something more important for you.

Overall it's not a terrible movie and it definitely seems like it was made in earnest, it was clearly not created to be a mockery or to diminish the story, it fails in some areas but succeeds in others. I think this is more of a take it with a grain of salt thing and not a throw the whole thing out kind of thing.

C+

#the prince of egypt

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Old Cowboy Sayings Epilogue

I wasn't going to do an epilogue but a lovely anon left me my second ever request and I couldn't say no! I hope you enjoy it!

Very light smut only (sorry anon if it wasn't raunchy enough for you)

Rhett Abbott x Reader

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Rhett is a fucking mess but he’s been made to feel mediocre his whole life so he just believes it. Reader comes along to hopefully make him see his worth.

He sat on the porch of the house as the sun went down, rocking back and forth in on the old swing seat gazing at his twin daughters sleeping in his arms. Rhett still had to pinch himself sometimes, to make sure this was actually his life. Only a few years ago, watching the sun rise or set from the saddle, a good bull ride or time with Amy would have given Rhett a small glimpse of joy. Now he was living it, every moment of every day with YFN and his girls.

He smiled and thought back to before the babies had been born. After the night YFN came to the rodeo and he’d proposed, Rhett had been man on a mission, and thoroughly enjoyed keeping her full of his cum day and night. He knew he’d been a menace but YFN was a willing participant, and some primal need had been set off inside of him and getting her knocked up was almost all he could think about, and he would try to fuck a baby into her anytime and anywhere.

His folks had almost caught them in precarious positions many times, but one day Royal and Cecelia found him balls deep in his fiancé on the kitchen table, and that was enough for his them to sit Rhett and YFN down and discuss the plan they had for building a second house on ranch. They readily agreed and YFN left to go to the office to get things started immediately.

“Rhett I hope you plan on marryin’ her soon. Otherwise I won’t be able to show my face in church if you get her pregnant.” Cecelia chastised him.

Rhett laughed, it would hardly the worst thing he’d done, not to mention her other son was doing life in prison for murder and other awful things. But he agreed as he knew YFN wanted to be married before she was pregnant.

She had mentioned to him, she was just fine to go to the courthouse and sign something and be done with it. But Rhett actually wanted to marry YFN in a proper ceremony before his family and the people of their small town to show her just how important she was to him.

So he recruited Cecelia and of course Amy once she got home from school, to organise a secret wedding since Rhett and YFN were too busy with the ranch, his new horse training program and of course screwing at every available opportunity.

Royal who had been quiet while wedding plans were being talked about, simply said “You best get the deed of the ranch changed, this place is as much hers as it is yours.”

And Rhett agreed. YFN was the heart of the place and as soon as she was officially an Abbott, he would make sure the ranch was in her name too.

Happy with the plans they had made, Rhett needed to return to work but his mind could really only think of one thing. He wanted to find YFN and finish what he had started on the kitchen table. He wanted to make her scream his name and fill her pretty pussy up with his cum.

……..

Rhett went along with all of Cecelia’s and Amy’s plans for a small church wedding and potluck afterwards at the ranch. He knew it was important to Cecelia and that she was using it as a way to make up for her past wrongdoings towards him. Rhett appreciated the time and effort she was making, and it allowed him to concentrate on YFN and the ranch.

He was only responsible for the rings and for getting YFN to sign the marriage licence. Rhett hated keeping things from YFN, secrecy and lying were two things that had left him scarred from years past. So he felt awful when he slipped the licence in front of her with the other documents she always signed without looking because she trusted him. He knew deep down though, she wouldn’t be mad at the deception.

When the wedding was only days away, Rhett ended up having to confess the plan to YFN because she had been tired and off, and a bit sick for weeks, so he was worried it wouldn’t be able to go ahead. At first, she burst into tears and sobbed, and Rhett was worried he’d fucked up. He’d never seen her so emotional before, not even after the awful business with Perry, so he offered to postpone the wedding. But she yelled at him, then kissed him deeply before she shoo’d him away and asked for Amy and Cecelia to fill in the details.

Rhett was confused as hell at her reactions and wanted to go back in and question what was going on. But in a rare showing of fatherly wisdom, Royal patted him on the shoulder and quoted an old cowboy saying “‘There are two theories to arguin’ with a woman. Neither one works’.”

……..

If someone had of told Rhett he’d be stood at the altar of a church, a successful bull rider and ranch owner waiting to get married to a woman he adored in front almost the entire town, he would have never of believed them. But he was thrilled to be marrying YFN and proud of who he’d become, even though he was still sometimes a bit of a mess. Rhett watched as Amy hurried up the aisle before the ceremony had started, she looked very pretty in her bridesmaid dress but had a worried look on her face.

“Uncle Rhett, you better come with me.” she said shakily, and Rhett felt panic rise up inside him as he followed her to the bathroom of the church, Cecelia, and Royal standing outside the door.

“What’s goin’ on? Is YFN alright?” he said distressed at the looks Cecelia and Amy were giving him.

Cecelia looked at Rhett knowingly and whispered “YFN’s not feeling too well. I think you should check on her Rhett.”

“Ain’t that bad luck or somethin’?” he asked.

Royal barked out a gruff laugh.

Hearing his distant, withdrawn father laugh wasn’t something Rhett used too. “I wouldn’t worry ‘bout bad luck on your weddin’ day. Pretty sure you put the cart before the horse son.” he said cryptically as Cecelia smacked him across the shoulder.

Rhett had no idea what was going on but was starting to get very worried, so he knocked lightly on the bathroom door and pushed it open. YFN was sitting on the floor next to the toilet she’d obviously been sick in and gazed up at him with tears in her eyes. She wore a simple white dress, a little bit of makeup and her hair was pulled up and dotted with wildflowers.

“I’m a fuckin’ mess.” she whined.

She had never looked more beautiful.

“Sweetheart no. You look incredible. What’s this all ‘bout?” he said honestly.

She sniffed and gave him a tiny smile “The church is gonna get struck by lightnin’ if I get married in it today.”

“Baby you ain’t gotta worry. I’m surprised it’s still standin’ havin’ me at the altar.” Rhett laughed lightly.

YFN laughed and said quietly “Maybe. But I’m the one ‘bout to say vows in front of god when I’m already pregnant.”

“Pregnant.” Rhett repeated his eyes wide as he stared at her shock.

YFN beamed at him and nodded “Yeah. You’re gonna be a daddy, Rhett.”

“A baby? Holy shit!” he called out in happiness, embracing YFN.

“Ah Fuck. No. Crap I shouldn’t be swearin’ in a church.” he stammered.

There was a bang on the door. “No you shouldn’t be. Now hurry up and get married before they kick us outta this church for all the sinnin’ this family does.” Cecelia called out.

YFN snorted and whispered sarcastically “Hardly the worst thing the Abbott’s have ever done.”

Rhett agreed with her, he was glad they were all able to move away from events in the past.

“We’re really havin’ a baby sweetheart?” he asked again, lovingly helping YFN to her feet.

“Yes, baby we are. Did a test this mornin’. I’m no good at keepin’ track of my period but maybe bout�� 10 or 12 weeks, since my last one, I think. Sorry I never put two and two together. We’re we so busy workin’ and havin’ sex all the time I didn’t notice. And I guess I didn’t really pay attention to how tired and sick I’ve been sorry.” she said shyly.

Rhett smiled widely. He knew women’s bodies pretty well but he was clueless about these things. He wasn’t at all upset with YFN for not realising sooner.

He placed his hand over her stomach and gasped “Ah… umm… are you already kind of showin’? How’d the fuck we miss this?”

YFN laughed and shook her head “I don’t know baby. I guess I never paid much attention until I put on my wedding dress. Cecelia said I probably shouldn’t be showin’ already but my granddaddy was a twin you know so I wouldn’t be surprised if…”

“Twins?!” Rhett cried out.

YFN laughed harder “Yep. You might’ve done your job a little too well! Thank god I managed to get an appointment next week. But now I gotta go out in front of all these people and everyone’s gonna know that I’m carryin’ your baby or babies.”

Fuck he was turned on.

He calmed himself down before he got rock hard in a church. Apparently, he not only had a thing for breeding but one for pregnancy too.

“Oh my god. Is it wrong that I want to fuck you so badly right now?” he mused and YFN snorted.

Cecelia banged on the door again “For the love of god Rhett!”

“Pretty sure it’s a sin to listen at the door!” he laughed as he called out.

“I don’t care if they know sweetheart. Nothin’ can ruin this day for us. I’m so happy and I love you, both of you or shit... maybe all three of you so much.” he choked out hand still on the small swell of YFN’s belly.

Rhett kissed her sweetly and chuckled, “Besides most of them will probably be relieved that I didn’t knock up one of their daughters.”

YFN giggled and rolled her eyes “Sorry I probably smell and taste like puke.”

Rhett smiled wryly and echoed the line they would say to each other sometimes “You’re fine. I could say let’s wait to get married until you don’t smell like shit…”

YFN laughed loudly and smacked him “You ass! We can’t really put it off now can we. I love you, now go on get back up to that altar and I’ll be right behind you. And if we get through this without the church burnin’ down, I promise we’ll do some extra sinnin’ tonight.”

“Yes ma’am.” he grinned at his cheeky girl, the one who was about to become his wife.

……..

Rhett being a quiet, shy man, stumbled his way through his vows and YFN vomited in an urn mid ceremony, confirming the whispered suspicions of some of the more conservative folks in town. Rhett didn’t give a damn, because he put a ring on the finger of the woman he loved and was officially YFN’s husband.

At the potluck back at the ranch, Rhett stayed to the sidelines for most of the evening, save a conversation and a dance here and there, content just to watch YFN as she mingled with his family and the well-wishers. She glowed and knowing she was now his wife and growing his baby or potentially babies, stirred something deep inside of him. He’d been giving her time to enjoy herself, but Rhett felt like he was going to combust if he didn’t get his hands on her soon.

YFN met his eyes, and she raised an eyebrow at him before turning up the corner of her mouth in a knowing smirk. She quickly made her excuses to some of the guests, and he watched her hug a surprised Royal who tentatively returned it. YFN then embraced Amy and Cecelia for a long time, no doubt thanking them for all that they’d done. She slowly walked towards him, and Cecelia watched and shook her head at them.

“Come on. You’ve been so patient baby.” YFN purred at him and led him to the loft in the barn.

Rhett was wound up so fucking tight and was desperate for a release, but thankfully there was one part of his brain that knew he had to take his time tonight. During sex, YFN and Rhett always had a lot of back and forth. They laughed, praised each other, talked dirty or whispered loving words to one another. He loved how carefree, flirty, fun, sexy or just plain filthy they could be, he’d never had that kind of intimacy with anyone before her.

They’d made love before sure, but tonight, it was different. No words were spoken. Everything they felt was expressed with looks, touches, and moans. Rhett didn’t know if it was the significance of the day or his tiny concern over hurting her knowing she was pregnant, but he wanted, no needed to go slow and worship this woman who had given him things he thought he’d never have.

Rhett undressed YFN and himself slowly and touched, kissed, licked, and nipped every part of her skin he could find. She came undone with his fingers circling her clit and again with his mouth on her sweet pussy. Rhett counted the freckles on her nose and cheeks and fixed his eyes on hers as he thrust deeply into her tight, wet heat again and again. And as he felt her walls tighten around him, he came hard with a whispered moan...

“I love you YFN Abbott.”

……..

As soon as the name change paperwork came through, Rhett did as he promised and changed the deed for the Abbott Ranch. The look on her face when he slipped the documents for her to sign was priceless. It now belonged to Rhett and YFN Abbott. She had already saved the ranch and the family who lived in it. YFN was the beating heart of the place, so it was only right that she owned it on paper.

It wasn’t always smooth sailing after the wedding. Bull riding, working the cattle, running the horse training program, getting the new house built and renovating the old one, and living with his family all while YFN was pregnant with twins was a huge challenge. And at seven and a half months, she was put on bed rest as the doctor was worried the babies were going to come too early.

The day YFN’s water broke, Rhett was scared absolutely shitless. Not wanting to freak YFN out, he looked for some guidance, but the commotion had Royal in one of his confused states and Cecelia was stressed out, running around like a clucking hen and it’s not like either of them would be the right people to turn to for advice anyway.

The inevitability of becoming a father was now here and Rhett was feeling restless. He’d ridden and been bucked from the nastiest bulls and drunkenly fought guys twice his size, but he was terrified of being a terrible father. Rhett tried to ignore the doubts in his head, instead focusing on anything YFN needed as they moved to get her to the hospital.

Amy came with them, YFN didn’t want her to think that they were moving on without her and she wanted her to be a part of the arrival of the babies. Amy sat between them in the middle seat of the truck, as Rhett drove as quickly but as carefully as he could. YFN was perfectly serene until they were about ten minutes from the hospital when her first contraction hit. She grabbed Amy’s hand and groaned, the sound of her in pain made Rhett’s chest ache.

“Almost there sweetheart, how are you doin’?” he said softly to YFN, trying to make sure she didn’t know how nervous he was.

“I’m alright baby.” she said calmly, smiling reassuringly at him once the pain had subsided.

Rhett saw Amy watch him curiously and he smiled at her quickly before looking back at the road, but she had always been very perceptive.

“Uncle Rhett, you know there’s an old cowboy saying ‘Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway.’” Amy said quietly.

“It’s ok to be scared about the babies. I just know you’re gonna be a good daddy ‘cause you’ve always been the been the best uncle to me.”

Rhett felt himself relax. If Amy thought he was going be ok then maybe it was true?

“I love you kid. When did you get so smart?” he said with a small smile.

“I’ve always been this smart Uncle Rhett. And I know Aunty YFN uses sayings on you and that one sounded better than ‘No man is totally useless. He can always be used as an example of what not to be.’” she laughed.

YFN snorted “Where did you hear that one?” she asked.

Amy giggled “I heard one of the teachers at school talkin’ ‘bout her husband.”

“Honey, you got ears the size of an elephant, we’ll have to watch what we say arouuu…” YFN groaned as another contraction hit.

“You doin’ so good baby, breathe, we’re here.” Rhett said soothingly as he pulled into hospital.

YFN took deep breaths and grumbled “Ames, I’m sorry ‘bout your fingers. I promise not to break ‘em but I ain’t gonna say the same for Uncle Rhett’s.”

Rhett laughed but he knew she probably wasn’t kidding.

……..

Rhett used to think the moment YFN looked her most beautiful was when she was on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet in her wedding dress. That now was a close second to the day she gave birth to the twins. YFN had been red in the face, with sweaty hair stuck to her forehead and screamed about murdering Rhett in his sleep. And true to her word, she’d nearly broke his fucking hand.

She was so strong and determined during the labour.

She had never looked so fucking beautiful.

And when the midwives finally placed their daughters in her arms, she smiled at him exhausted, “Girls, meet your daddy.” Rhett cried tears of joy.

YFN was the most amazing mamma and Rhett did his best to follow her lead and just focused on supporting her and making sure they all knew how much he loved them. He would gladly trade anything, even the best eight seconds on a bull, for a lifetime of love with his family.

Rhett rocked back and forth in the swing seat and tenderly watched at the tiny girls in his arms and smiled softly and he heard the screen door open.

“You know my mamma had an old cowboy saying, ‘Any fool can make a baby but I takes a special man to be a good daddy.’”

Rhett’s smile widened at YFN’s honey voice as she walked over and lightly kissed each of the girl’s soft hair, before sitting down beside him.

He chuckled and gave her his usual reply “You always listen to your mamma?”

“With this I do. I mean it Rhett, you’re amazin’. I love you. I couldn’t wish for a better husband or daddy for our babies.” YFN replied honestly.

He kissed her pretty lips sweetly “Thank you sweetheart. I love you.” he said softly.

Rhett looked lovingly at his sleeping daughters and whispered “I love you too sweet girls. Remember you gotta always listen to your mamma. I’ve tried to since the day we met and she ain’t never steered me wrong. She breathed life back into me and helped me see what I could be. She gave me a life I never thought I would have.”

He tore his eyes off his girls and gazed at his wife adoringly, “To love and to be loved by her is everythin’.”

YFN’s eyes were rimmed red and she had a dreamy smile on her face “Jesus Rhett. A man of few words my ass. A cowboy and a fuckin’ poet, that’s what you are.” and she rested her head on his shoulder as they watched the last of the sun disappear into the horizon.

This was fucking happiness.

#rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #outer range #outer range fic #lewis pullman #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you

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tylerxm · 5 months

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'' Home '' (Narcos)

pair: steve murphy • javier peña (narcos)

genre: fic, lgbtq+

audience: teen

contains: fruity ppl, steve murphy out of the shower, serious but steady javier peña, fluff, obscene language, mention/use of alcohol, mention of drugs, mentions of connie and olivia, flirty peña, slight angst?, dumbass steve, no one confesses shit, so fucking cheesy, peña talking spanish, persecution, MARVEL MENTIONED.

word count: 3.6k

enjoy! ;)

It had been a long, really long years for Steve.

Steve had moved to Texas after finishing off Escobar like almost 4 years ago, what he didn't know was that his former (and only) best friend lived in his same building, he discovered it a few weeks ago when both of they had met at the entrance of the building. They greeted each other, hugged, and Peña invited him to a coffee. Steve must have admitted that he missed him a lot, too much, but he wouldn't say it to his face. Not yet, at least.

The thing, Javier had left the DEA and they had won. At least, that's what we all thought. The Texan updated the American, telling him about the things that happened since he arrived in Texas until now. All that was the same day they met again, and they had a long night of alcohol, coffee, food and chisme. Steve felt like home. He really did.

Peña the night before today had suggested that Steve should move into his apartment since it had two rooms. Steve happily accepted, the rent was shared between them.

Steve found a somewhat mediocre but well-paying job 10 km from his house, it was an office job as a secretary in a appliance company. He didn't work on weekends.

Compared to Peña, he had found work as a librarian, but he was 'unemployed' at the moment so he couldn't do much...

They were having something to eat on a terrace, each one asking each other about something or other about life and health, until the topic of love came up to life.

──── So, what about Connie? How's Olivia? ──── Peña took a sip of his non-alcoholic beer in case he had to drive at any moment, raising one of his eyebrows curiously.

Steve just showed a shy and clear smile, taking a bite of a mixed sandwich that he was carrying between his fingers.

──── Dunno, we broke up a while ago. It was before we could catch Escobar, way before. All I know is that Olivia's almost 5 years old and I get to see her next month. ──── The blonde's blue eyes lit up slightly. For some reason, that made Peña's heart warm.

──── I didn't know you broke up. I'm sorry. But at least you get to see her. I haven't seen Olivia for a while. ──── He remembered the time he had to take care of her when she was 2 years old, he did felt like she was a miracle. He seemed to have this face of hating little children, but he actually had a certain charisma with them.

──── It's okay dude. Sometimes in life you achieve things and other times you lose them. I got through it. ──── Steve smirked slightly while taking another bite of his sandwich. Peña felt a confusing but yet warm emotion when he saw Steve smile or laugh. Since when was his smile so fucking pretty and charming?

Peña carefully bit into his sandwich, not looking at Steve.

──── So what about you? Are you into anyone at all? ──── Steve asked.

The Texan opened his eyes in surprise as he almost choked on that piece of food he had previously chewed. He stifled a sigh after coughing for a while, even Steve got scared. Why the hell had he reacted like that? If the answer was simple enough, he believed.

──── N-Nope. I'm an old bachelor, and I haven't been with prostitutes either. ──── He coughed again while laughing and hiding his true feelings and thoughts that not even himself recognized.

Steve couldn't help it and laughed at Peña's obvious but confusing nerves. Peña looked away with a very slight blush, somewhat embarrassed by what had happened.

──── But, being honest. I think I do like someone. I'm not sure. ──── Peña admitted, smiling sadly, taking another sip of his beer. Steve seemed curious.

──── Well, then spit it out Peña. ────

Javi's nerves increased as he tried to compose himself, thinking of how to send him a hint. What are you? Fucking fifteen?

──── Well, h-...She's blonde. Like- ugh. I don't even know how to start. ──── Peña sighed deeply when he felt the stranger's oceanic eyes on him, closing his eyes to begin.

──── She is beautiful. I could say that I feel really lucky to have her. I've known her for a few years, but I feel like I've known her for a lifetime. She is blonde, yes, but she is not a blonde like it stands out a lot, it's a honey blonde, I feel like it would smell like cologne and lavender. just like her. She is tall, and when she smiles small but noticeable dimples form. And she has these blue eyes that when I look at them, it seems that I am reflecting in them and I see waves breaking in the port, a calm and beautiful sea, just like her. ──── Peña cleared his throat, now finally looking at Murphy who was apparently really attentive, even surprised. Surprised by Javi's passion.

──── Wow. That was-. Wow. I'd wish someone would tell those things about me. ──── Steve complained jokingly.

──── Yeah, haha. The thing is that there's no woman. ──── Javier admitted the last thing in a whisper, averting his gaze, praying that Steve hadn't heard him. He looked at him curiously.

──── Nothing. Just forget it. ──── The one with brown hair left the money on the table to give Steve the signal to go. ──── I'll tell you the plan on the way. ────

A totally unknown person had called Peña about an issue, more about the issue of drug traffickers and the already executed Cali Cartel. Despite no longer being in the DEA, he wanted to settle things to get away from all that stuff. He still possessed his gun.

Steve was in the driver's seat because Pena had said he would be back in a few minutes, so he didn't bother getting out or moving the car. The engine resonated while still running, since he had turned on the heating since it was starting to get cold.

He took a drag on his half-filled cigarette, now sighing, letting the smoke leave his system. He looked up at the sky, which had beautiful colors like shades of orange, pink and red. The sun was going to set soon and they were 30 kilometers away from home, the trip was going to be a bit long.

Steve was thoughtful, but not even he knew why. He was thinking about Peña, thinking about how he had gotten there, what he would have been through if he had never met him, and where he would be if it wasn't because of him. I was really grateful to have a best friend like him. So attentive, willing, ambitious, attractive, desirable and handsome-

BANG!

──── What the fuck? ──── The American turned to look out the window next to the passenger seat. Shouts and insults in Spanish could be heard on the other side of the opaque fence. More shots were seen, that made his breathing stop for a moment fearing the worst.

But, his knot disappeared when he saw Peña jump the pole with the gun in hand, running as he headed to the car.

──── We gotta go dude! ──── He said agitatedly into the distance as he ran and frowned. Murphy was very confused. And worried.

──── What? What's going on? Are you hurt? Why there where so many shots? Wh- ──── The oldest was interrupted by Peña, who before getting into the car he shouted.

──── Floor it, Murphy! ────

And finally that scream brought him back to reality in a few seconds. He released the handbrake, backed up quickly to take a run, and floored it. They immediately left along the road, skidding as they heard more bullets almost going through the car.

Peña quickly came out of the window and shot the two cars behind them, leaving them without wheels and mobility. Peña put the rest of his body inside, sighing deeply with his eyes wide open. They both remembered the old times.

──── Virgen Santa. ──── Peña said in a sigh, trying to calm down.

──── What the fuck just happened, Javier? ────

Oh right. Shit.

──── Uhm. Remember when I told you about that mysterious guy calling me for leaving this all behind? Well- things went out wrong. At least they're not really big, they're like just 20 people. We're okay. ──── Peña smiled slightly, leaving his hands under his neck. He closed his eyes, calm.

Steve took that relaxation away from Javi as he turned the car into the emergency corridor. He looked at Peña after putting on the handbrake. The sun reflected his face in a spectacular way, that made Peña a little nervous, feeling fluttered.

──── "We're okay"? Javier, we've could died. We're not that young anymore, and we aren't in the DEA anymore to be so carefree and sure of the problems we get into or create. I came here to get away from everything, and live in peace. But it seems that you just want to lead me to your misery. ──── His blue eyes penetrated Peña's gaze, whose eyes were wide open.

He opened his mouth wanting to explain everything but not being able to say even "I". Peña looked with regret at Murphy, who deep down felt bad and bitter for scolding Peña, but he was right. The Texan's heart became smaller as if it was squeezed hard.

──── I-I'm sorry. ──── He stuttered with ellipses in between, not knowing what else to say. It was the first time he was like this in front of someone.

The American just released the handbrake and got back on the road. He never looked at Peña again, but he looked at Murphy the entire time. They didn't even speak the rest of the trip. Peña felt his throat way too tight like to talk now.

It was 6 PM. It'd gotten dark and the atmosphere in the apartment was tense and heavy. Kinda.

It was cold, very cold. Javi was watching a movie in the living room while he was covered with a soft passion red blanket, it only covered his legs. And the heating didn't work properly.

Meanwhile, Steve was in the shower splashing himself with hot water. The Texan had left food on the counter just in case, while he ate some dry cereals, which were his favorite snacks.

The bathroom door opened.

Steve had a towel tied around his waist, still somewhat wet across his torso, back and hair. He approached Peña and sat next to him watching the movie for a few seconds. It was his favourite movie.

──── This is my favourite movie. ──── He broke the ice as he spoke with a neutral face, settling down.

──── Dr. Strange? I've seen it like, 5 times now. Didn't know you were into Marvel. ──── Peña commented as he went back to chewing on his snacks, now feeling somewhat calmer seeing that Steve was talking to him again. How odd.

Steve looked at the bowl of cereal, grabbed a handful and put it in his mouth. Peña smirked.

──── I've been into Marvel for a while. Didn't know you were into Marvel. That's funny. ──── He also smirked.

Peña stopped looking at the screen while Steve was attentive despite having seen the movie about 17 times. Peña sighed deeply, putting the bowl of cereal aside.

──── I'm sorry about- ────

──── Save it. ────

Steve interrupted Javier with a small smile on his lips, without showing his teeth. He looked carefully at the stranger, taking his eyes off the television. The half Colombian got slightly nervous.

──── I'm not mad at you, I'm the one who should be saying sorry. I said awful things and I'm sorry. We're both here to forget things and that's how's gonna stay. But if you need help, count on me. ──── Javi's heart began to race rapidly again. To hide his nervousness, he laughed and gave Steve a light push on the shoulder. The American snorted a laugh.

──── You're being so cheesy about it. Ew. ──── Peña replied "bitterly", now laughing again.

──── Yeah, it was too soft, even for me. Sorry dude. ──── Steve raised his shoulders with a smile on his lips, that smile that Peña loved so much, the smile that illuminated his worst days.

──── Nunca pares de sonreír. ──── Peña said in his native language as he closed his eyes and leaned his back against the back of the sofa. Steve got a little closer to him so he could snuggle under the blanket starting to getting cold. He should definitely get some clothes on.

──── The hell did you say? I just understood 'smile' and 'stop'. Do you want me to stop smiling or sum'? ──── He raised an eyebrow curiously as he asked "hurt", not removing that smile of his from his face.

──── I said that you should never stop smiling. ─── Peña answered, now hearing a laugh from his partner. That made his smile bigger, and his stomach get butterflies.

──── Now who's the cheesy one? ──── Murphy teased.

──── Oh fuck off. ──── Peña laughed at him again, getting kinda fluttered cause of that statement.

Now he wasn't cold. He was warm. He was next to the person who'd made him feel warm every single time he'd see him. His home.

#narcos #narcos netflix #steve murphy #javier peña #steve murphy and javier peña #stavier #lgbtqia #gay #bisexual #fluff #fanfic #soft fic #javier is shy and so fucking serious #steve is blind asf

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shortandbittersweet · 5 months

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Here is my Winter Gift Exchange '23 fic for @yelpfic, I truly hope you like it! Happy holidays!

A Story in 6 Episodes

It was easy for Agon, ‘it’ being pretty much anything. It was easy for Agon and the young man made no secret of the fact that he liked his life easy.

It was not easy for Unsui, 'it' once again being pretty much anything. After years of somewhat bitter sibling rivalry, though, the older and less gifted brother had managed to find a kind of balance. While taking care of his brother and trying to help him achieve even higher peaks was not his initial life goal, he’d made his peace with it and actually felt useful. Of course, Agon had to go and make that difficult too.

'Are you really happy with living a mediocre life? Why don't you go out there and fight for your dreams?'

Unsui had given some thought to what his younger brother told him and eventually decided to give pursuing his own dreams a tentative try. Of course, it quickly emerged that Agon had actually meant that Unsui should pursue his dreams in a way that would not prevent him from continuing to help out Agon the way he always had before. This was why, instead of revising for his exams in the relative comfort of his small studio apartment, he was trying to study in the badly insulated living room of a seemingly abandoned building. Leave it to his twin to promise to house-sit and then change his mind on the very night he was supposed to start, electing to go out with his newest flame. And leave it to Unsui to let himself be somewhat guilt-tripped into doing the job for him. But /this/ time, he /was/ going to keep the money, he promised himself as he desperately tried to find a comfortable spot on the old sofa, which was incidentally also the only available seat in a ridiculously oversized room.

Rationally, he knew that the house could not be abandoned. There was little point in house-sitting an abandoned house with next to no furniture after all. The owners were probably just used to living sparingly. Or very attached to their pieces of furniture, refusing to replace them when they were inevitably damaged beyond repair. Or were part of a cult that had sworn off worldly possessions.

Yes, Unsui told himself for the hundredth time turning a page that he had only half-heartedly managed to read, this is a perfectly legit and safe job. His brother would never knowingly put him in danger. He was sure of it. Which of course is why, when the demon suddenly appeared, he was not even that surprised.

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Unsui was used to being blamed for his twin’s deeds. He hated when it happened, but he was used to it and, with experience, got fairly good at quickly calming down the offended party with the promise of whatever compensation was requested. On a very good day, he even managed to convince the person he was talking to that he was not actually Agon Kongo but his twin brother, Unsui. He did not try it often, as he'd come to find that people reacted negatively at what they perceived as an insulting joke added to the injury. The point was that he'd gotten very good at quickly calming down people who were angry with his brother and felt confident in his abilities. That was probably the only thing that allowed him to survive what happened after the house started shaking.

At first, it was just a tremor, which Unsui ascribed to a minor earthquake; a few seconds later, though, a portion of the living room floor started glowing a fiery red before being sucked into a black chasm, opening up a terrifying view on licking flames. Giant bats flew out of the darkness with an ear-splitting screech and messily converged into a barely humanoid form, wings and furry bodies squirming and sticking out in uncomfortable angles. Dozens of high-pitched voices somehow became a single, deafening scream.

‘AGON KONGO!!!!’

Unsui gulped. The creature did not have eyes, but the human could still feel /something/ staring daggers at him. Still, this was a well-rehearsed scene and muscle memory took over while the brain sputtered and went dead, frozen by cosmic horror. His mouth opened in a placating smile and he bowed in a gesture of penitence.

‘Oh dear, there seems to have been a misunderstanding-‘

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Unsui stared. It felt like he’d spent an eternity and yet no time at all trying to calm down an eldritch demon who apparently had a personal vendetta against his twin. He should have been comforted by the fact that he was somehow still alive and that the creature had decided to dawn a human appearance but comforted he was not.

Had he met the young man in a casual setting, he might not have been too disturbed. Sure, the hair looked too sculpted to be natural; the features were too sharp; the smile was… too much and not quite right. Knowing that behind that (mostly) human mask a demon hid, though, made looking away almost impossible. Were the bats imitating skin? Were the bats even there at all? Was it all just an illusion? Or were the bats playing human while clad in a trench coat of skin? What would happen if he touched-

Suddenly the demon was right in front of him, eyes comically wide and with a smile that showcased perfect fangs.

‘You try that, fucking baldy, and you will lose the whole arm!’

It took Unsui a few seconds to understand that the weird ‘kekekekeke’ sound that followed the threat was supposed to be a snigger. The chilling announcement was made even more off-putting by just how /happy/ the demon sounded at the prospect. Also, apparently, he could read minds. Nice.

‘So! You’re Unsui.’

The older Kongo brother cautiously nodded.

‘And why are you here instead of your fucking brother, Unsui?’

The poor human tried to school his features and free his mind. Agon is not here. That is the simple fact. He was busy. Agon was very busy. Business is what kept Agon away. He was busy – with a girl – he was-

‘wAs hE nOw?’

That one intrusive thought, followed by an inhuman hiss, brought the whole mantra to a screeching halt and Unsui once again feared for his life and that of his twin. However, the monster looked disappointed more than angry.

'Guess that's what his promises are worth. Should have known after last time… Bah, whatever. Listen here, you fucking baldy, the world will end tonight unless we do something. Your useless twin was supposed to help me out, but he is not here and I don’t have the time to run after him, so you’ll have to do.’

Unsui’s mind was reeling. The demon had actually trusted his brother with something? The world was ending? But more importantly, /he/ was /replacing/ Agon? That was impossible, he couldn't do it, he would be a let-down, a disappointment, how could he compare to-

‘Yo, baldy! Fucking /breathe/! I just need you to drive!’

Oh. Maybe, just maybe, it would be okay then.

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The trip was uneventful. The demon – or Hiruma Yoichi, as the creature had introduced himself with a fanged smile at the beginning of the journey – had proved to be surprisingly pleasant company. Sure, he seemed to enjoy cursing every human unlucky enough to cross their path (and apparently knew the darkest secrets of each of them), but Unsui had grown up with Agon; at least Hiruma’s antics were funny as well as scary. Unsui found himself grinning and laughing aloud more than a few times and, by the time they reached their destination, had all but forgotten the strange circumstances of their meeting. It took him seeing the menacing form of a solitary lighthouse towering on a cliff to remind him that the trip was one of business rather than pleasure.

Hiruma was already knocking on the lighthouse’s wooden door by the time Unsui reached him after parking the car nearby. When it looked like the demon was about to kick it down, the door finally opened to reveal a dark-haired, bespectacled man wearing a black robe ornated with complicated designs carefully stitched in silver thread. Even under the soft light of the stone entrance, it subtly glinted like a sea of stars.

‘Hiruma, finally! Where have you been?? It’s almost too late!’

Despite his animated words, the man still managed to give out an aura of cold competence. Unsui quickly reached the conclusion that Hiruma's possible absence had been a calculated variable in the bespectacled man's equation; the demon actually showing up was simply another branch in a mapped path.

Hiruma simply pushed him aside and signaled Unsui to follow.

‘If it’s so fucking late, why do you still have the time to ask stupid questions four-eyes?’

There was no real heat behind the comment as if Hiruma was also reading from a pre-agreed script, but the older Kongo twin still felt the need to offer the dark-haired man an apologetic smile as he followed the demon to the spiral stairway leading to the top of the lighthouse. The other man simply shook his head, something like a smile appearing on his lips.

Upon reaching the top of the lighthouse, they found themselves in the spacious place under the light. Another man, also clad in an intricately ornate robe, was observing the dark night outside the stained window with focused contemplation. He cut an impressive figure; tall, dark, and handsome, he would not have looked out of place on the cover of an adventure book.

‘You are late.’

The man did not turn around to greet them and Unsui started to dislike him.

'He said while hanging around the window, heroically doing nothing.'

That prompted the other to finally turn around, looking ready to reply with a scathing remark, but he stopped in his tracks upon catching sight of Unsui.

‘Did you cut your hair?’

Unsui sighed, preparing to explain the situation all over again. Hiruma beat him to it.

‘Nah, this is Unsui, Agon’s older brother. He’ll be helping us tonight. Agon was… busy doing business.’

‘But this is not- Did you explain to him what will be happening?!’

Unsui turned towards Hiruma, admittedly curious. The demon grinned at him affably.

'So, Unsui, talldarkandhandsome here is Shin, and the dolt finally coming up the stairs to join us is Takami. The four of us are going to have a fun evening! We will stand in this room, each in a specific spot according to the design drawn on the floor that you somehow just noticed. And that’s basically it! We will listen to Takami read a few sentences in an ancient forgotten language, just for kicks. We will each spill a few drops of our blood, for good luck – and to keep the door to the Abyss locked so that the monsters inhabiting it cannot devour the planet – and then we can drive back home. Got all that? Great! Your spot is over there!’

Unsui opened his mouth, but found that no sound would come out. Takami, who had graced the doorway midway through Hiruma’s speech, was tiredly rubbing his eyes behind the glasses and Shin looked ready to explode.

'Did you seriously just drag an /innocent bystander/ to the Ground 0 of a potential monster invasion without even telling him that-'

A deranged laugh promptly interrupted what sounded like a long tirade. Hiruma was standing on his spot of the complex design, having meanwhile donned a garish red robe several sizes too big for him. The robe positively shone, covered as it was in hundreds of stereotypical gold stars. The demon's smile was so wide and self-satisfied it could have lit the entire room.

‘Look at me! I am a human, doing human magic!’

Takami groaned.

‘For the last time, just because it has stars-‘

Suddenly, the ground started shaking, and the room, which up until that point had been only softly illuminated, lit up with a malignant greenish glow. Unsui dared to glance outside the window and took a step back as terror constricted his throat. The sea was bubbling, green flames impossibly snaking under the surface. Something horrible was happening. His eyes found Hiruma's, who smiled encouragingly at him.

‘Perhaps it was a little late.’

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Unsui’s ears were not working. That had to be the explanation for why all sound was completely distorted. Much like his hearing, his sight was also clearly out of order, for there was no way the horrors his eyes insisted they were seeing could exist in nature. Due to the absurd feedback it was getting, his brain threatened to shut down completely, while his heart seemed to decide that it needed to carry the weight of the malfunctioning senses and was hammering madly in his chest. After a while, it was the only sound he could register. A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he was more than happy to focus on that; anything to distract his mind from the world just outside the window.

It was Hiruma of course. He was still grinning, but his smile was set with grim determination; his eyes blazed with the fire of a gladiator catching sight of their sworn enemy in the arena. Ever so slowly he was getting up from the crouch the earthquake had forced him into. Soon he was standing on his symbol, not a cowering mess but someone regal and dangerous, the commander from Hell.

Unsui's eyes wandered the room, his brain still somewhat disconnected from what was happening. He registered Takami and Shin slowly getting up as well, shaken and undeniably afraid but still willing to fight. They also limped to their positions in the room, Takami dragging a book as if it weighed a million tons.

Unsui’s attention was once again captured by the sickening green light outside the window. They were getting closer.

He couldn’t do it, naturally. The universe needed Agon Kongo for something so vital. There was simply no way… no way at all…

Shin shouted something at him, but he could not understand the words. Other words were filling his mind in a language that he did not know but that was terrifyingly starting to make sense. He saw Shin screaming at Hiruma next, but the demon just shrugged and smiled.

A deep sense of calm washed upon Unsui. The universe needed Agon Kongo. It was its usual tough luck that it got Unsui Kongo instead. Unsui, who was perfectly aware of all the ways he fell short. Unsui, who would not be enough, but who would not go down without a fight.

He took a deep breath. He slowly got up.

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Agon Kongo did not have a good evening. The girl saw through him almost immediately and decided her time would be better spent somewhere else. He hated the perceptive types.

With nothing better to do, he decided to head to the abandoned house Hiruma had set as their meeting place for whatever stupid project he was working on. Agon had left him on read for as long as he could until the demon-trash had become too much to handle. So he decided to send Unsui to see what the hell he wanted. Served both idiots right; Unko-chan had become too uppity. As he reached the street leading to the house, he stopped dead in his tracks. The scene that greeted him was disturbing to the most.

The demon-trash and Unko-chan were sitting on the roof of his idiot brother’s car… /chatting/. Laughing. Elbowing each other as if they were the best of friends. They were /smiling/. An irrational rage exploded in Agon’s chest and before he knew it, he was advancing towards them with the threatening aura of a sleep paralysis demon.

Agon immediately felt better when both of them jumped as he slammed his palms on the trunk. At the same time, he was further angered by them being too engrossed in their discussion to notice him until that moment.

‘Fine, trash, I’m here’, he finally gritted out. ‘What the fuck do you want?’

Hiruma smirked at him.

‘Nah, don’t worry about it. Unsui dealt with it.’

Agon’s eyes snapped to his twin and took in his banged-up appearance. A nasty smile stretched his lips while, behind his sunglasses, his eyes twinkled with malicious glee.

‘Oh really? Unko-chan handled it? I can sure see how well he did. Looks like it almost killed you, in fact.’

His brother shrugged, almost good-naturedly.

‘Could have been worse. The world didn’t end.’

The two pieces of trash actually laughed at that, as if it was some kind of shared joke.

‘Really? Tough words for someone who could only kick a football right half of the time. In fact-’

Agon never managed to finish the sentence, because Hiruma had immediately grabbed Unsui by his shirt and dragged him close to his face.

‘Football? You play football?! American football or soccer?’

‘Ah. American football… but I don’t really have a team now, so…’

At that, Hiruma’s smile got so wide that it could have lit up a stadium.

‘What a coincidence! I am actually building a team! I only got a couple of members so far, two idiots with whom I go way back, but they are passionate and not completely hopeless. I think they would like you!’

‘… really?’

‘Hell yeah! You should come at tryouts!’

Unsui tentatively smiled back. Just like that, the two of them were back in their world, laughing, chatting, and discussing football of all things. Agon watched in disbelief as they dove into animated conversation, completely forgetting about him.

As he silently fumed, plotting bloody vengeance, he could not help feeling that somewhen, somehow, a mistake had been made.

#ES2023WGE #eyeshield 21 #hiruma youichi #agon kongo #ichiro takami #unsui kongo #seijuro shin

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okay so I have one more ep left to watch of the Fallout tv series and while my opinion of the show has improved somewhat, I still think it's pretty mediocre.

I see a lot of people reeeaaally love Cooper, seen many people say he "steals the show," but he is easily my least favorite part of this series. Usually his character archetype is one I really like, but in Cooper's case he's missing a certain something. Not quite sure what it is yet. I also am really bothered by the new ghoul serum thing. The concept on it's own is fine I guess, but I can't help but wonder how this serum is being manufactured. What is it made out of? Who's manufacturing it? It seems like some ghouls need quite a lot of it to prevent themselves from going feral, but considering how persecuted and feared ghouls are I struggle to see WHO would be willing to do this besides a good samaritan or another ghoul. However, ep 4 seemed to suggest this whole serum business is a business. Like these two random humans just run this supposedly profitable business selling serum to ghouls, which is weird to me. I just don't buy that this would actually make them bank or be sustainable (literally see NO OTHER GHOULS until ep 4!?!?!). I will acknowledge this is something that won't bother someone who isn't a world building/lore obsessed pervert like myself. My questions may also be answered in the next season or whatever too, I'm simply not sure they will be able to provide an explanation I'll find satisfactory.

I also do not have much to say about Lucy or Maximus. Both of them had similar issues to Cooper for me. I see the foundation for good, fun characters, but they fall short of really sticking the landing. I like Lucy the most out of the three of them, I think. Part of what holds Maximus back for me does have to do with the BoS though. I am... not a fan of the direction they took in this show. They seem so interchangeable with every other like overly militaristic, power hungry faction in any other story that has one. They kinda remind me of ceasar's legion, but lacking the way they neatly fit into FONV's overarching themes (desire to return/inability to move on from an idyllic past). The BoS were interesting in Fallout 1 and New Vegas because they weren't just the obvious "bad guys" or whatever. They were kind of mysterious in Fallout 1 initially. They were a little weird, isolationist, and ultimately rather selfish and distrustful of humanity. While they were very effective fighters, they weren't really militaristic... atleast not from what I remember. They weren't "the good guys," but they weren't villains either. Regardless of what you, the player, felt about them they were at least interesting and memorable. The version we get from the TV series is so fucking passe imo. So forgettable, so unimaginative, and it naturally rubs off on Maximus. It makes him less interesting by extension. It would have been cool to see a version of Maximus that did grow up in a BoS more akin to what we see in Fallout 1 and New Vegas. It would give a point of commonality between Lucy and him as well. Both being out of touch with the wasteland due to their isolated upbringings, but in different ways/varying degrees.

Speaking of the wasteland, it feels so empty. Maybe "compartmentalized" is the better word, though, none of the locations we visit feel interconnected. Funnily enough, it feels very "video gamey," like we're going from one hub/level to the next rather than exploring a vast wasteland. I think this problem stands out for me so much because I am not particularly invested in any of the characters, and by extension the narrative, so everything surrounding them just becomes even more distracting. idk, this post is getting way too long. I have a lot of other thoughts I'll probably share later. Need to watch the last ep too.

#fallout #fallout tv series #saturn.txt #also yeah I know I call myself a ''lore pervert'' jokingly but I'm not like married to the lore. There's also a lot I'm forgetting I'm sure #I'm fine with the worldbuilding and lore diverging from the games (not like THOSE were ever consistent either) as long as they do something #interesting with it. I just think they failed to do that imo!#long post

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calkestis · 1 year

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season three is kinda bad tbh, the show went from great to another mediocre disney plus show. sad

*cracking knuckles* okay, here we go: i disagree and it's getting exhausting to see all the negativity surrounding s3 even if we only got 3 episodes.

i feel like everyone projected on what s3 was gonna be (after s2 left us with not much to build on, unlike the end of s1, when it was very obvious where the story was going) and now i see people are disappointed that those expectations aren't met. i like the uncertainty. i like not knowing where the story is going and having to put it all together week by week like a huge puzzle. am i picking the right pieces? well, i'm only gonna find out after the last episode of the show cause this is pretty much how weekly release works.

i think it's unfair to judge a show with one episode releasing every week after just 3 episodes - we won't be getting any payoff for this until the finale and that's been the case in the previous seasons as well. more than this, i think the first 3 episode of this season advanced the plot more than the first 3 episodes of season 2 did (din got redeemed and we're not even halfway through with this season; in s2, after 3 episodes, he was barely getting info about the jedi). but nobody complained about it then because s1 left us with a big quest that we knew would be the main plot of the season. right now, we don't know where this is going, but we should at least have patience before labelling this season as good, bad or mediocre.

yes, the first episode felt disjointed, but it was saved by the characters and their charming moments and interactions; isn't that what the mandalorian's been doing in the first place? the show has never been plot heavy and it was always carried by its characters and, honestly, the first 3 episodes of this season did a very good job at making me care about the characters and their journey. the greatest example here is bo-katan, whose story has great potential here, especially after episode 3. and yes, i care about the ex-imperials we saw in episode 3 and, as i said before, i loved the themes we saw in that episode and i think they parallel and will eventually tie into the bigger plot. i can't call it filler when we still have 5 episodes to go, not knowing anything about them.

i lost a lot of faith in filoni and favreau after tbobf, but at the same time i have a lot of faith in most of the people working on this show, from cast, to directors like rick famuyiwa (who was in charge of my favourite episodes in s1 and s2) and bryce dallas howard. and i'm also looking at the previous seasons and the way we also got "filler episodes" (the gunslinger? the passenger? - you need those to build characters) in the first half, before the story eventually picked up the crumbs from those and showed us where they were leading.

we can agree to disagree and it's totally fine not to like something, but in this case the discourse is just draining all the joy from watching something like this show, that offered us so many amazing moments

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C-Drama Review: My Journey to You

Broadcast: iQIYI, 2023, 24 Episodes Genre: Romance, Wuxia

My Rating 7/10

A beautiful show with a promising premise, ultimately disappointing with a poorly realized asynchronous story-telling and unsatisfactory ending.

Acting: 6/10 World-building: 7/10 Production: 9/10 Storytelling: 4/10 Pacing: 7/10 Re-watch Value: 6/10 Bonus: for Jolin Jin's and Tian Jiarui's characters. One of my favorite big sister and little brother!

Summary with minor spoilers: My Journey to You tells the story of two assassins, Yun Weishan (played by Yu Shuxin) and Shangguan Qian (played by Lu Yuxiao), who are sent to infiltrate an enemy sect territory, the Gong residence, disguised as potential brides. However, their respective objectives are in conflict with each other, and so are their targets. They encounter two very different young masters and their respective families. Young Master Gong Ziyu (played by Zhang Linghe) surprisingly attains the title of Sword Wielder of the Gong family, but faces accusations about the legitimacy of this status and title. Only by completing three challenges can he prove himself and take up his family's legacy. He falls in love with Yun Weishan early on, meanwhile Shangguan Qian future husband Gong Shang Jue (played by Cheng Lei) distrusts his new bride. In a balancing act, she must win his trust without revealing her true intentions. Thus begins a dangerous game, wherein the lines between friend and foe are blurred. The price? Freedom from the oppressing employers - and their own survival.

My review - spoilers ahead!

The show started out incredible promising: A captivating premise, a darker tone in both cinematography and theme, beautiful sets and costumes, decent special effects and a different voice for Esther Yu. And while the show had great moments, it overall failed to deliver what it promised. So what went wrong?

The short version is that the show suffered from the typical shortcoming: mediocre acting, misguided directing and bad writing.

Esther Yu and Zhang Ling He never stood out to me as particularly great actors, and this holds true in this show as well. However, I don't think the problem with My Journey to You can be blamed on their unconvincing acting, but is rather a product of the direction the writing took them.

The tension arcs get boring really fast: Again and again the female leads are in danger of being exposed (or better: exposing themselves), but by the third time it doesn't feel exciting anymore. The other major plot line is the conflict surrounding the succession of the sword wielder title, which I was never able to care about. I think a different story-line for the ML would have greatly benefited the drama. Trying to make the audience care about him by putting a lot of emphasis on his hard childhood early on in the show, didn't work, because it felt so irrelevant compared to the backstories of the other characters. It didn't give him depth, it actually took it away. Therefore, the dynamic between the main couple wasn't working either - she was too cold, he was too immature for them to create any interesting chemistry.

The second couple not only had the better written characters, their storyline had more suspense. I have seen mainly Esther Yu being criticized for this drama, so my potentially controversial opinion is, that it's actually the fault of the dull main storyline and the bland ML.

The other big problem are the poorly build-up plot twists. Some of these plot twists themselves were great, like the switch of the medical document and the death of the little sister. While these were great plot points, the narrative build-up wasn't. In retrospect, it made sense we got so much information about the MLs unhappy childhood and complex relationship with his parents, because that build-up both to the medical record swap and the betrayal of the older brother, however... it was just done in such an annoying way, that it made the ML look unnecessary whiny and the storyline boring.

As the show progressed, they increasingly used the element of time-jumps and flashbacks to tell the story. There should have been a better way to deliver tension and twists, than constantly making jumps in order to catch the audience off guard. Part of the fun in mysteries like this is to make guesses while watching, but that only goes so far, when it is all in the editing and crucial information is simply being withheld. And what made this even worse, it that the final plot twist (e.g. the brother coming back) was so predictable, all the asynchronous story-telling wasn't even necessary!

Worst of all was the ending: A twin sister out of nowhere? A villain that was poorly build up? No resolution for the second couple? A cliffhanger for a next season that does not fit the tone of the first 23 episodes and is unlikely to ever happen? Frustrating.

It wasn't all bad: The supporting cast was great. Ryan Cheng, Jolin Jin and Tian Jiarui were amazing! The dynamics between all the other couples were engaging as well. Gong Zishang was my favorite comic relief in any cdrama, and she gave the whole show such a unique vibe! Tian Jiarui's character was right done my alley - I just love my twisted little psychopath in emotional turmoil!

Just one last thought ... please no more Chen Duling? She has been in most shows I have watched this summer and has failed to charm me every time. She is a decent actress, but the type casting of "sad, whiny girl" isn't doing her any favors.

Overall, I think this was a decent drama. I still would recommend you to watch this show, especially if you value intriguing characters over plot!

#my journey to you #cdrama #cdrama review

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FNaF MOVIE REVIEW 🗣️‼️ 🐻🐰🐤🦊

I know I’m late to the party but I saw the movie opening weekend and I’ve already watched this movie three times through already and I thought I’d pitch in my thoughts on it :P

For starters, spoilers. If you still haven’t seen the movie and SOMEHOW haven’t been spoiled yet, don’t read this.

The things I loved:

I think the movie made the right decisions on two occasions--

ONE, the animatronics. They look like they were ripped straight out the game, they look amazing, and I haven’t seen one complaint about them. If anything, it’d be the one thing the critics liked about the movie. TWO, and this is a controversial one, the rating. It definitely cut down on the horror, yes, but adding an R rating would cut down half its audience (including me but not bc I’m underage, bc I’m Mormon and we don’t watch rated R 💃). The movie wouldn’t have been as much of a success as it is now if not for the pg-13.

Other than those two, I loved the animatronics and the personality they brought. I loved how they advertised this as focusing on the “killer animatronic” element of FNaF, but ended up focusing on the supernatural part. And not even close to how we’d imagine, almost like a tragic and wholesome side to the kids’ possession.

Another controversial point, I’m glad they changed up the lore a bit. It has the key points in the games to keep fans satisfied, but it changes it up just a wee bit to keep them theorizing and catch them off guard with the Vanessa twist at the end. Speaking of Vanessa--

The things I had mixed feelings on:

Vanessa. Her character is so strange. Sure, it was explained at the very end why she is the way that she is. But she still feels off. The fort scene is a good example. She was on board with Abby building the fort, but once Mike said “they seem to like her”, Vanessa snapped. Then threatened to shoot him if he ever came back with Abby. 😐

I also felt mediocre about the pacing of the movie. I liked the mystery element of Mike trying to unravel what happened with the kids and his brother. But I would also like me some scary animatronic screen time if you know what I mean. It even got boring at some parts.

The last thing. The spring-lock scene. That entire ending sequence made up for the middle of the movie, in my opinion. But it felt too rushed. Something they could’ve added is some more time with Freddy and Bonnie instead of Mike just taking them out right then and there. It just felt anticlimactic. And then the spring-lock scene was, well. I think it was good. It was realistic, and it was still considered gruesome to some. You still get to see the guy getting impaled. But I can get behind fans that say it was somewhat disappointing.

But I do think this movie shows just how much our expectations are thrown off by the VHS tapes. We should all know by now the fan-made stuff is way scarier than the canon.

Things I didn’t like:

Well, not things I didn’t like, no. Just things we could improve on.

I know plot holes are FNaF’s whole thing, but can we explain what happened with Aunt Jane, or the difference between Golden Freddy and Freddy, and what happened to the brother? I suppose the fans would be able to figure two of those things out, but still.

The writing could be improved as well. The film has a tone problem where it’s foreboding and fits the games fairly well. But then it turns all cheesy and campy during that middle part, which is fine, but sits weird and almost out of place when we go back to “killer animatronics”.

I also wish we would incorporate more of the game into the movie. I know we already went through the process of making the animatronics, but I feel like we could’ve had a legit horror movie if the atmosphere and tension from FNaF 1 was replicated here. I also would love to see more of the gameplay in there. The doors, I understand. But the security cameras were so UNDERUTILIZED.

Then the one that everyone’s complaining about, more violence. Not the rated R stuff, but just more of seeing the animatronics in action.

What I wanna see in the sequel:

Cus we’re no doubt getting a sequel. After those interviews? The Puppet teased in the credits?? The box office scores???

-MORE HORROR. I think this is on everyone’s minds right now. We need more horror or violence, more kills. More action.

-Plot. This has gotta be the toughest thing about adapting FNaF of all things into a movie, but the lore can be altered and even the pacing of the story can be fixed. Also pls fill in those plot holes.

-More of the animatronics. I was surprised they didn’t get MORE screen time in this movie. They did get a decent amount and were hinted at by the ghost kids who also got a decent amount in. But I need to see more of them. They’re who everyone’s coming out to see after all.

-MORE GOOD JUMP SCARES. Typically, horror movies that rely on jump scares are just cheap and trash. But FNaF is the king of jump scares and is probably the only exception. Also those jump scares need to be GOOD. UNPREDICTABLE. The movie did have jump scares, but because they were predictable, they weren’t scary.

-DESIGNS. I want them to mix up the designs a tiny bit like they did Balloon Boy. He already looks so much creepier than his og counterpart. I wonder what they could do with the Withered Animatronics…

I’ll go more into detail about hopes for the sequel as more comes out over time, but for now, let’s enjoy what we have.

Thank you, Scott.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf movie #blumhouse #fnaf movie review #the fnaf movie #freddy fazbear #Bonnie #Chica #foxy #golden freddy #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson

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