#me? trying to cause chaos on purpose? yeah a little

[theemporium]

[1.4k] in which a silly little prank sends quinn spiralling that he's the worst boyfriend of the year (based of a commented suggestion left by @huggybear13).

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When you and Luke were kids, it was a reoccurring habit for Jack and Quinn to push you to the side. Not necessarily in a mean way, but in that classic sense that older kids always felt like they had a superiority, an understanding in stupid games that you two were just unable to grasp. 

It took one particularly annoyed seven year old Luke to start the tradition—for both of you to prank his older brothers. 

When you were young, it was stupid things that would cause them to huff and pout and run off to Ellen. Those kinds of pranks that would make the two of you snicker and giggle as you hid under his bed like that would protect you from everything and anything. 

As you got older, the pranks got a little more sly and convoluted. They became more impressive, the pranks you and Luke were pulling were more thought out and it was just another one of those things that bonded you two closer. 

The pranks eased up when the boys started going off to college and going pro. It never truly stopped, especially not when you spent the summer at the lakehouse all together again. But they weren’t as constant and not really as annoying as they were when you and Luke were young. 

But it was in your blood. It was like a part of you both urged you to mess with Jack and Quinn a little, like it was your life’s purpose. 

And maybe that wasn’t something that entirely stopped when you started dating Quinn too. 

Most of them were harmless and usually got him to crack a smile, finding the pranks more endearing than irritating like he did when he was younger. And after knowing you so much better than he did when you were kids, it was easy for Quinn to spot the signs, like that smile on your face that promised chaos and mischief before you pulled one of your attempts. 

That was exactly why it made you so much more determined to pull one over on him—this time your inspiration being a flurry of videos you had whilst scrolling through your phone.

It started that morning when you were sitting at the kitchen counter, eating your breakfast whilst Quinn rushed around the apartment to collect his things before heading off to morning skate. Truthfully, he was so wrapped up in not being late that he didn’t have time to question the way you swiped your mouth against the back of your hand after he kissed you.

It wasn’t until a few hours later when he came back from practice when he noticed, huddled in the kitchen making some lunch for the two of you when you came in. 

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” You teased as you walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist and peaking over his shoulder to see what he was making.

“Thought I’d make you something while you were studying,” he said with a small grin as he turned his head to look at you. He ducked down, pressing his lips against yours in a soft peck (his first one since he left earlier that day). 

“Thank you, baby,” you grinned at him before raising your hand, wiping the back of your palm over your lips again. 

Quinn paused, frowning a little at the movement. “You good?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, looking at him as if he was the one acting weird. “How can I help? If I look at any more cell biology, I’ll hit my head against a wall.” 

Quinn laughed, but it was still a bit strained. “Chop the onions for me?”

“You got it, chef.”

But just when Quinn assumed he was losing his mind and hallucinating the whole thing, you had wiped your mouth again when he kissed you after placing your plate down in front of you. And you did it again when he kissed you before you headed back to the small office in the apartment to study. And you did it again when he kissed you after bringing you a snack and some water. 

He would be fucking lying if he said a part of his stomach didn’t twist bitterly every time you did it. 

He spent the rest of the day trying to wrack his head around the whole thing. He didn’t get it. You never used to do this before. Not even when you were really fucking pissed at him. You would have especially never done it so blatantly in front of him. 

Which, to Quinn’s spiralling thoughts, only meant one thing—he fucked up and forgot something big, and you were pretending you were okay. 

It was embarrassing how quickly he grabbed his phone, frowning at his calendar like it would have all the answers he needed. It wasn’t your birthday. It wasn’t your anniversary. Hell, it just seemed like an average day and that made his stomach drop ever more, because how could he forget an important day with you?

He didn’t even think twice before grabbing his keys, determined to try and salvage the day even if he wasn’t entirely sure what day he was saving in the first place. 

It was around an hour later when you heard someone softly swearing, frowning as you got up from the desk and began making your way towards the living area. However, you came to a stop when you saw the room completely decorated. 

There were colourful banners stuck to the wall, balloons covering the floor and ceiling with ‘I love you’ written all over them, and even a fucking cake sitting on the table. Quinn hadn’t even noticed you yet, frowning down at the pack of tealight candles he was struggling to open.

“Quinn?” 

His head snapped up comically fast, his eyes widening like he wasn’t expecting you to leave the office so soon before a sheepish expression washed over his face. “Surprise?”

You let out a short laugh, a little disbelieving as you took everything in. “Surprise for what? What’s going on? What’s with the decorations?”

He looked at you with a cautious expression, almost like he was waiting for you to blow up at him. It only made you frown, brows furrowed together at his sudden shift.

“Quinn?”

“I’m sorry!” He blurted out before he had the chance to come up with some semblance of a thought out response. “I…I forgot what today was and I know you’re pissed, but I promise to make up for it—”

“Quinn,” you started, taking a step towards him. “What are you going on about? I’m not mad.”

He frowned. “But you’re doing the thing!”

You blinked. “What thing?”

“You keep…wiping my kisses away!” He said before wincing, as though he realised how whiny he sounded.

You paused before your expression softened, your lips twitching upwards when you realised just how quickly the boy spiralled. You were expecting Quinn to call you out on the kisses, expecting him to corner you until you finally broke and laughed about the whole thing. You never expected him to do anything like this.

“Baby,” you murmured before crossing the room, wrapping your arms around him tightly. “It was a prank.”

Quinn blinked. “What?”

“It was a prank, to just wind you up a bit,” you admitted with a sheepish expression. “You didn’t miss anything and I’m not pissed at you.”

It was like those words alone let his body finally sag in relief. “You’re not?”

“Not at all,” you assured him with a smile.

“And if I kiss you now, you won’t wipe it away?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “Promise—”

But you barely had a chance to finish speaking before his hands were cupping your face and he smashed his lips against yours. You let out a small whine, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt in tight fists as his tongue darted against your bottom lip, practically begging for you to give him more and you happily did. 

He didn’t pull away until you were both panting, lungs burning for fresh air and cheeks flushed at how warm you both were.

“At least we have cake for dessert today,” he murmured after a few moments, grinning back at you when you let out a loud laugh in response. 

“All thanks to you,” you teased, though your arms tightened around his waist.

“More like, all thanks to those pranks of yours,” he muttered, acting like he was annoyed even though a huge grin was plastered on his face as he leaned down to kiss you again.

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[gachagon]

I watched the newest episode of The Amazing Digital Circus, and yeah I can already tell this is gonna be a great show. I think it manages to handle both its comedy and horror pretty well without one being less effective than the other.

The pilot was great, but I really like that episode 2 shows us a better picture of the characters than what we already thought about them. I think the most surprising character who's development was made really clear was Pomni.

In the pilot she's naturally apathetic and also freaking out about everything, and the promo material with her included seems to follow that same track record, but here in this episode Pomni does what Ragatha's been trying to do with her the whole time! She consoles this cute little gummy gator guy about his own existence and stuff in a really mature way that we just haven't seen Pomni do before.

This episode is really about the fear of not belonging or having an impact on other people. The beginning nightmare sequence where Pomni imagines herself being abstracted versus the end with Kaufmo's funeral really shows that what she's most afraid of is that she ultimately won't have a place here at all, even if being there terrifies her.

I think Pomni has come to terms with the idea that she won't be able to leave or find an exit right away, but the fear of not fitting into her role as the Jester and doing the same song and dance for eternity eats away at her.

The funeral is a really good coping skill for all of the people in the Circus (minus Jax who just didn't go to the funeral at all) because it eases the fear of not remembering any of the people you spent all that time with, but also eases the fear of being forgotten.

I can imagine the idea of Gummigoo not remembering Pomni but still being out there "Out of bounds" is sad, but unlike the people in the circus he can always come back and in a weird ironic twist always has a place in the world he's in. And even if he doesn't remember Pomni, she'll always remember him and that's the really important part.

Also can I just say that I love this little crocodile/gator man T_T He showed up with such a silly concept but I think he really added a lot to the episode. It makes me wonder what would've happened if he really was allowed to stay in the circus despite not being real.

The episode has a lot of themes about being aware of your own mortality and why you're even alive and what purpose you serve. And in the end, for Gummi he was able to stomach the truth of his own existence with the help of Pomni, but he decided to just keep it a secret from everyone else up above.

After he gets "poofed" its safe to say he'll always still exist just not in the way Pomni saw him. And whenever Cain wants to use him for a future quest, he'll still have the same old memories of his friends and his "sick mom" who needs syrup, but the knowledge of Pomni and being Out of Bounds will not be there.

Is it better that he doesn't know what's out there? That his mother isn't actually real, and that he and everyone he knows is just 1's and 0's in a computer? Or is it better if he does know and is able to cope with that reality? Likewise, should Pomni really even worry about trying to leave this world she's been forcefully thrust into, or should she just go with the flow and accept her place as the Jester in the circus?

Truly an "Ignorance is Bliss" kind of story. We already know from this episode alone that the one thing Jax craves is chaos but that's not because he's fallen in line with being a rabbit in the game or because he wants to leave.

I think Jax is an excellent parallel to Pomni in this episode. Where Pomni tries to peacefully cope with her place in the circus and possibly coexist with the world around her, Jax wants to do nothing but cause as much disruptions as possible. Jax has accepted long ago that he's not leaving, but instead of losing his mind over it he's just become an incredibly selfish person who only wants to take his entertainment from other people. He uses his veneer as the trickster rabbit to cause as much problems in their journey's as possible all so he himself won't go crazy.

And even though in the end he's not there to witness what happens to the candy people, I think just having something new to think about is enough for him in a weird way. While Pomni struggles with feeling like she belongs, Jax has been there for a long time and his biggest struggle is "disappointment". It's being so mind numbingly bored that you forget yourself.

This is leading me to believe that what causes people to abstract isn't finding the exit or thinking about the exit, but that it's more personal than that. Abstraction seems to be when someone really truly breaks under the pressure of being in the circus itself. All of the members of the circus seem to cope with being in the circus in different ways. For Gangle it's drawing and art, for Ragatha it's throwing herself into all of the journey's and just immersing herself as an actual "ragdoll" who's going on quirky adventures, Pomni just potentially found her way of coping which could be trying to just help other people with their own baggage and being an ear to listen to, and Kinger has by all means lost his marbles so as long as he's not thinking about how hard it is being in the circus he's fine.

I think Zooble's is to just not go on the adventure's at all or maybe we just haven't seen how they cope yet. I'm guessing that Kaufmo didn't really have a coping skill, either that or it became too much and he abstracted. I think his obsession with finding an exit had something less to do with the exit itself making him go insane, and more about the possibility of him remembering something he wasn't supposed to.

He probably regained his memory in some way and that was what led him down the spiral into abstraction, looking for a way out in any way he could.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc episode 2 #tadc ep 2 #tadc spoilers #pomni #jax #ragatha #gangle #kinger

[freesia-writes]

accidental first kiss with Rexy-boy!! god I love that man with my whole heart! (Ps, this request is from @snippy-tano, this is just my main blog)

Yayyy @snippy-tano -- Here ya go! <3

Rex x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.3k

Amidst the bustling corridors of the Republic starcruiser, you were going about your duties in the med bay, tending to injured soldiers as the Clone Wars raged on. The constant influx of casualties was a grim reminder of the galaxy's turmoil. As a medic, you had become accustomed to the chaos of the war, yet it was the healing and saving lives that gave you purpose and perseverance. 

One day as you worked diligently, a familiar authoritative voice disrupted the typical clamor as a few orderlies accompanied the new arrivals. Captain Rex, the steadfast leader of the 501st, had been brought in with a minor injury. The proximity of such an iconic figure in the Grand Army of the Republic gave the room an electric charge, and it wasn't just from the buzzing medical equipment. Your position as medic had allowed you a variety of encounters with the clones, and there was one who had always stood out to you. Not that you’d ever expect him to actually notice you, considering his position and yours, but the short conversations you’d enjoyed had always been laced with a surprising depth that drew you to him like a magnet.

"Captain Rex," you acknowledged him, your voice maintaining a professional tone while your heart raced. His handsome face was marred by a jagged cut from his eyebrow to his hairline, dark with dried blood. "What happened this time?"

Rex offered a half-grin, a mix of pain and amusement in his eyes as he answered, "I think a clanker was trying to kiss me." His tone was playful, but his words brought immediate *thoughts* to mind, and you pulled the flimsy curtain closed behind you as he sat on the exam table, muttering “I don’t blame it,” under your breath.

There wasn’t any way to stand in front of him that didn’t feel awkward; you didn’t want to put one of your legs between his, so you shuffled to the side to lean over his head, which was just below yours in his seated position. You swallowed as you tried to remain nonchalant, reaching a hand to his chin to gently tilt it upward for a proper assessment. Maker, his amber eyes reflected every light in the room, and you found yourself lost in them for a split second before jerking your gaze back to his head. You left your fingers on his jaw and placed the other hand on the side of his head, his blond hair bristling beneath your palm. 

"You're fortunate it wasn't more severe," you commented, seeking anything to discuss to take your mind off of his proximity… his quiet gentleness… his broad shoulders... You cleared your throat, “You could have lost an eye.” 

Rex's gaze was unwavering, filled with respect for your dedication and an unspoken admiration that ran deeper; it was something he had held for a while as he watched you go above and beyond in your care for the endless stream of injured troopers. He chuckled softly, the sound resonating in the small space. "Yeah, I suppose I am. But if it gives me a little time to… ah… hang out here… then it’s not all that bad.”

The compliment caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but blush slightly as you began to clean the wound with delicate hands. The war had left little room for such conversations, and this unexpected exchange felt like a breath of fresh air. Especially from him. 

“I mean,” he continued, “because you’re… you’re such a skilled medic. No one sprays that bacta quite like you…” He faded off at the end, cringing at his own words and causing you to wonder if he was so quick to correct himself because he would never want that sort of assumption… 

“Yes, that is pretty much all I do,” you said, intending it to be light and playful but realizing as it came out that it could be interpreted as indignation or sarcasm. Before you could clarify, he had already jumped in.

“No! No, I know you do more. You do… a lot! So much more… Ah, kriff,” he finally declared, and his earnest floundering made it impossible for you to hold back a giggle. How could someone be so fearless, commanding, strategic, and… awkward? 

“I was just teasing,” you offered, giving him a wink as you sprayed the all-purpose bacta. He closed his eyes at the cool sensation, and you released your gentle hold on his chin, allowing him to lower his head. You bent closer to ensure adequate coverage, resting a hand on the outside of his bicep. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about touching his arms before… gliding your hands across the scars and muscles as you lay in his embrace, listening to his smooth voice in your ear as he shared more of himself with you than he’d ever allowed to anyone else… 

You noticed suddenly that some of the silky liquid had gathered on the edge of his eyebrow, threatening to drip into his eye. Without thinking, you wiped it away with a brush of your thumb that lingered on the edge of his face for a moment longer than was medically necessary. At the same time, he was opening his eyes, and they widened at the sight of your face so close to his. You couldn’t pull your hand away, resting bent fingers against the side of his head and staring at him like an idiot. Gods, he was enrapturing – an inexplicable combination of competence and humility.

He lifted his face to yours, moving suddenly and deliberately as if you’d given him an order. His hands were tightly gripping the edge of the bed on either side of his legs; you could feel his knuckles pressing into the side of your thigh as his nose touched yours, lips slightly parted. As if in a dream, you closed your eyes and met his mouth with your own.

Fireworks exploded across every inch of your skin, and you dropped your hand to his shoulder, tilting your head to meet him more fully. You were frantically trying to memorize every detail of this moment, because you were positive that you would wake up soon and none of it would have really happened. His lips were so soft, yet pressed against yours with a firm resolve. The scent of his face and the sound of his breathing were intoxicating, and you felt as though you were drifting on a cloud. 

As quickly as it began, it was over, both of you pulling back with shock and awe painted across your faces. Your mouth remained slightly open as you stepped back on wobbly legs, and he lifted a hand to his own mouth in disbelief. 

“Is that… That wasn’t what you were… You weren’t going in for a kiss, were you?” he stuttered, muffled between his fingers as his face blossomed red. Your heart swelled in your chest at his reaction, and you couldn’t resist touching his cheek one last time with a shaky, adoring hand. 

“No,” you admitted shyly, “but that was… amazing.” Your voice was quiet and breathy as it carried your vulnerable admission, and his mortified expression began to melt into one of unsure curiosity. 

“I’m sorry, though…” he continued, “I didn’t mean–”

“Please,” you interrupted, “Don’t be sorry. You don’t need to say anything. Just… thank you.” 

He rubbed the back of his neck with a hand as you stood up straight again, and he rose to his feet beside you, eyes unable to leave the ground. He chuckled as a preface to his next words, “Head wounds, you know…” Your sudden laughter brought his gaze up to meet your own, and you couldn’t hide the affection and admiration on your face. 

“Head wounds,” you echoed with a smile. 

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[obscurecharactershowdown]

Semi-Finals

[image ID: the first image is of the cover for the Hello from the Hallowoods podcast. it depicts the silhouettes of trees, and a large creature emerging from behind them. it's furry, with many red eyes, horns, large antlers, and a clawed hand raised up, as if waving at the viewer. above the creature, in the middle of a red gun sight, reads: "Hello." in red text. the second image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. end ID]

Diggory Graves

Convinced they only lost the deadguydeathmatch because not enough people knew about them. A bit of a Frankenstein's monster scenario. Uses they/them pronouns, is dating a ghost trans man. Despite their intimidating appearance they are lovely and would go to the ends of the Earth for their friends. Their arms are for hugs and their claws are for fighting

No Significant Harassment

They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

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[fakesimp]

Congratulations on 500 FOLLOWERS! 🎉 Yipeee! You deserve it cause your writing is perfection..! I want to request fluff where the reader is doing a just dance stream with Luca or anyone else I just wanna see how that would go. It would be complete Fluff and it would become so chaotic so fast like not paying attention to their surroundings. -w- i hope it's not too much or too little..but I love your writing and it's amazing! 🎉🎂✨

"You're so cute babe, ..wait-" , With Luca Kaneshiro

Warning !

Chaos ; Fluff ; Established Relationship ; Mentions of Kissing ; Indie Vtuber ! Reader ; Exposed hidden relationship

A/n : I, am sorry if, this is very ooc. (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

I barely watch Luca's stream (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Also thank you for the congratulation!

And thanks you so much for the compliment (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

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You were watching Luca doing a just dance stream, you were intrigued to join him but at the moment you're busy with something else at the moment. So all you can do is just planning a schedule to play that game for your viewers next week, and you did exactly that.

Today, is the day. It's your turn playing, you started streaming. Everyone greeted you in the chat, sending your oshi marks in the chat. You smiled, "Hey guys, I'm streaming Just dance today! I was interested trying one thanks to Luca." You mentioned Your beloved Mafia Leader, that is currently not far from you. He's just on a different floor in the shared house.

The chat was filled with questions, flooded with 'Luca?' 'Luca Kaneshiro?' they asked, asking for confirmation from you. You are an independent Vtuber, you're not working under any company. You're friends with a lot of other Vtubers, doing collabs with them. You have quite a big amount of fans, and you appreciated them.

"Okay stream let's get started!" You said as you press the start button, and it's only been a few minutes in. You have made a mess, now you know how tough it is when you did it. It seems easy when you watched someone else doing it, but in reality it isn't.

You didn't realize, Luca was watching, he was laughing at you in the chat. Everyone was surprised by his appearance, but they welcomed him warmly. Not long after, he joined your voice call. Scaring you on purpose, making you jump in shock. "OMG LUCA- I-" You yelled at the blonde Mafia as he laughed at your reaction, you softly groaned. "You were so cute in stream babe, I couldn't help it." He said, you didn't mind at first until you realize.

"Luca-"

"What?"

"You, I'm, Streaming.."

"Yeah? So?"

. . .

And then it clicked, "Wait-" Luca immediately laughed out loud. Meanwhile everyone in the chat is like 'BABE?' 'WHAT??' 'DID LUCA JUST-?' flooded with questions and disbelief, "Luca. Kaneshiro." You called your lover by his full name. "Okay! Okay-! Guys, guys. Calm down." He said as you heard shuffling from his side, "Wait let me just, do something real quick." Luca said and leaves the voice call.

And the next few seconds, Luca barges into your room. Proudly greeting everyone in your chat, making the chat went even more confused and shocked at the current situation. More questions flooding in, that you had to take off your VR headset. "Luca what in the actual- what are you doing here-" You slightly yelled at the blondie, the male look over at you smiling. "I am, explaining the chat, our. Relationship." Luca said as he look back at your computer screen that displays the chat.

You read the chat, everyone was cheerful and they are support your relationship together with Luca. Lucubs and your fans are so happy for both of you, "Guys.." you look at the chat in awe. "Thank you for the endless support everyone.. I appreciate you guys." You said not realizing, Luca had been staring at you from the side smiling wide at you.

"Babe we should try playing it together, do you want to?" Luca asked you, and the chat suddenly went by so fast. By that means, they want you both to play together.

. . .

It's only been 10 minutes in, and it's already a whole mess. The stream is filled with your laughter and Luca's laughter, the chat is concerned about you and him, but couldn't help but laugh too at both of your stupidity.

"LUCA-"

"HAHAHAH-"

The urge to Smack this Mafia Leader is so strong but you couldn't do so, you also loved him. And his antics.

It's already been 2 hours after you started streaming, joined by Luca in the middle of it. While you dance yourself away, there are times when Luca just sits at the back staring at you lovingly. But there's also time as he watch you dance, he teases you, tickle you, anything that made your moves falter.

But when the dance is taking a wide space, as you swing your hand following the movement, Luca made a sound. Making you laugh at the noises he made, oh how chaotic the stream was.

After 3 hours, you decided to stop playing and have a chat with your viewers with Luca. The moment you sit down, you are bombarded with questions about how did you ended up dating Luca.

"it's, a long story honestly.." You said as you look over at Luca who's laying down on the couch in your room, he look up and stared at you confused. Giving you the 'what?' look, you just shook your head and chuckled. "The thing is,

I Love Him. That's all I could say."

"I hope your fans doesn't mind me stealing their Oshi's heart."

"Lucaa.."

©fakesimp

A/n : This is soo- (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Idk how to start it and idk how to end it. I apologize if it's upsetting you (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

Oop i might, went a little bit off from the request, oh dear (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

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Aftershocks

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at Summerslam -------- Jey had no right to ask Sami for help in the tribal combat match. No right to think that Sami would help anyway. He’d done his damndest to make sure that DIDN’T happen. But his damn stupid heart had hoped, had some faith that maybe in his hour of need Sami would be there for him.

And instead he got…well, what he got.

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Tangled Up With You All Night (Burning It Down)

Relationship: Jon Moxley/Seth Rollins/Roman Reigns Rating: Explicit Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. ------ He drops his gaze, avoiding Roman’s eyes.

“I dunno, Ro- I don’t understand...” it sounds like weak protest even to his own ears, and Roman’s not having it.

“What’s not to understand?” Seth’s chin is gently lifted and held to meet Roman’s gaze again. “Look if you wanna leave, we’re not gonna stop you. But we’ve been wanting to get our hands on you for a long time, baby. Let us take care of you.” -----

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The Devil's In the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me)

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam ------ “Yeah, Uce. I know Roman was probably jokin’ back then, but you really Sami Uso now. You stuck with us.”

That earns a laugh, “Can’t say I’m complaining.”

“Damn straight,” Jey grins. “And you don’t have to prove nothin’ to nobody.”

Sami’s eyes glisten as he nods. “I like that, ‘Sami Uso’”

“Me too.” ------ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 AO3 Link

Ours

Relationship: Roman/Jey/Jimmy/Solo/Sami Gangbang Rating: Explicit Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. ______ “You see boys, our ‘Honorary Uce’ here has been struggling to find his purpose in our family.” Roman looks at Jey directly. “It took him a while to earn our trust, but he’s done so with hard work and dedication. I decided it was time for him to finally take his rightful place.” He gestures back to the bed.

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Can't Keep My Hands to Myself

Relationship: Sami/Jey/Cody Rating: Explicit Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action.

---- “Yea, Boo- we was just getting cozy…” Jey’s dick brushes against the warm bulge in Cody’s pants and he lets out an unmistakable groan.

Cody freezes beneath him, looking at Jey in alarm.

There’s a pause before Sami speaks again. “Oh we’re getting cozy like that, huh? Baby, you know the rules.” ----- Part One Part 2 AO3 Link

Sweet Like Justice Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Gen Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day ---- “Just hope Damien doesn’t use this to his advantage. I don’t think I could stand to see another belt on the Judgement Day.” Sami sighs, frustrated at all the chaos that the group has caused over the last few months.

Jey turns Sami to face him, a wide grin on his face as he shucks off the black hoodie he’s wearing. “Think I got an idea, Sami.” ----- Post AO3 Link

A Moment Backstage Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Gen Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) ---- “They were trying to mess with us, Jey. Don’t let them get in your head.” Sami’s face is soft, and the understanding look in his eyes is doing nothing to assuage Jey’s guilt.

“Sami, I messed up wit’ you. Big time.” ---- AO3 Link Post

#masterlist #wwe fanfiction #samijey #ambrolleigns #the bloodline #roman reigns #jey uso #main event jey uso #sami zayn #solo sikoa #codyjey #cody rhodes

[tranquil-slaughterhouse]

"Oops" Reaction Pt 2

"Am I the psycho or a piece of shit?" "Both!"

Big Royal Chicken X Peppy Little Fuckdoll

Won't even have the guts to admit he was stalking M&M at Ozzie's huh

Stolas? Pretending to care? Ok, back to wearing that old clown outfit 'cause that's what you acting like right now

Fizz almost gives out a hint with his real relationship there

Oh yeah... Striker's there

Striker, the Fucking Supremacist

I SAID WATCH 'EM, NOT FUCK 'EM!

How fast is Stolas' fast reading

Uh oh, Fizz's head as a wall decoration?

The 'real' contract appears. "I love words!"

Prosthetic limb malfunction

Look at that sad pouty face Fizz's making. Pugsley vibes.

of course he had a knife. under his boot like he's the joker. just wanted to make sure that one one else was around.

Rube Goldberg machine of chaos

that is classically cartoonish. loonie-toonish

and then Crim appears. with cucumbers on his eyes

AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO ME? Ooooooohhhh

"AN ACCIDENT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

flashback?

flashback!

holy shit...

this shit's fucking sad...

Hmmm... looks like someone or some concidence kept these two far apart...

Was this Cash's fault?

"WE'RE TRYING TO HAVE A FUCKING EMOTIONAL MOMENT HERE!"

Live Laugh Law

15 years since that accident? Yeesh.

Swinging Blitzo around is useful. Provide he dioesn't get sick.

Kaiju Cock

"You'll still on that horse thing?" Brandon didn't even say aything equine so far however

One musical distraction coming up

Is that Val's hat?

I don't think it's a good idea to reveal your purpose of the distraction while singing out loud, Fizz

look at this thug

Fuckin' bye-bye!

Of course he's still alive...

Oh no, not the green fucking fire.

Holy shit the acrobatics! (reminds me ofr that scene from some Stolitz fancomic lol)

Aww! A hug!

"Would it fuck up the moment if we made out now?"

Aww! A Fizzaozzie reunion

Well, the secret's out. But limited to employees.

Looks like the Asmodean crystal is coming...

#helluva boss #oops #helluva boss spoilers #helluva spoilers

[fluffyfranny]

Birthday Gone Bonkers

Summary: It's June 9th, which means it's our favorite dog-loving biker's birthday! And his kyoudai has early morning plans for him in the form of greeting him bright and early on his special day!

However, someone else has early morning plans as well-

Inspiration for this story comes from @mickules (hope the mention is okay :'3) and their parent trap AU featuring Taka and Ishida as brothers! To summarize, chaos ensues with both of them in the same room >:3

6:09 AM.

Of all times to be woken up from one of the best sleeps so far this early into summer break, it was this early.

However, the time served its purpose.

As Mondo reached one sleep-numb arm to the nightstand to nab his phone off the charger, the time and date were in sync. His eyes squinted at the screen, the room still being dark and him being just roused from deep slumber, and did a miniature double-take upon realization:

June 9th at 6:09 AM.

His birthday.

A humored huff left his lips and blew a few strands of bleached orange hair from his vision as he held the phone up to his ear, sleepy grin intact until a voice as loud as a freight train yanked him from his daze, causing him to almost chuck the phone against the wall.

"Happy birthday, little bro!"

Daiya, you scumbag...

"Heh, thanks Dai..." he nearly whispered, voice still deep and raspy from sleep. "But I gotta ask, was this on purpose?"

"Whaddya mean, my guy?" His older brother questioned, the smile apparent in his voice on the other line. "OH, the time! Yeahhh, that was intentional."

"What on Earth gave ya the idea to wake me up this early?" Mondo questioned, bringing his free fist to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Oh, it was Michi's idea!" Daiya confessed. Just as he stated this, another voice came over the line, further rousing Mondo from sleep.

"Yo, s'that Mondo?" Takemichi's voice came through muffled, as if he were trying to shove Daiya out of the way so he could get to the phone. "HEY BIG GUY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Mondo squeezed his eyes shut at this second ear-blasting birthday wish, but responded the same as he did to Daiya; he ;et out a sleep-laced chuckle. "Thanks, lil dude."

"Hard to believe you're still younger than me even though you're a giant!" Daiya teased from beside Michi.

"HEY," Mondo fussed, mentally making a fist as he wanted nothing more to put Daiya in a headlock after that. "Ya don't gotta bring that up all the time, dude!"

A few belly-shaking laughs came from the older biker, and Michi, on the other line, was hunched over, wheezing himself as he slapped a hand over his knee.

"Nah, I'm just messin' with ya, big guy," Daiya reassured. "Jus' figured we'd give ya a call before you get swept up in the day. We're gonna try and stop by later if my bike comes outta the shop in time."

"Ahh, no worries if ya can't," Mondo admitted, sweeping his hair out of his face. "We can always go out an' celebrate late if that's what we gotta do."

"Whatever floats your boat, broski," Michi chimed in again.

"Pssh, love ya too, lil guy."

"What was that, you big ol-"

"Enough, Michi, let the boss man go," Daiya scolded playfully. "Besides, his kyoudai is probably already up by how loud we've been screamin'."

Mondo snorted. This wouldn't be the first time that he'd woken Taka up during an early morning call, or morning in general. Sometimes it was the snoring, other times he may or may not have rolled him off the bed...

He did a double-take towards the door when he thought he picked out the sound of the floorboards creaking from outside his bedroom, followed by the sound of footsteps getting louder and shuffling across the wood before descending downstairs. He slapped a hand to his forehead and rubbed it as he groaned internally:

Ah shit, did I actually wake him up?

"Mon, hey, you there?" Michi was trying to get his attention from the other line, and he shook his head to clear it as he sputtered.

"Y-yeah, sorry man, just..." He glanced back at the door. "Thought I heard somethin'. It's still early, ya know?"

"Yeah, we gotcha," the shorter blonde assured. "We're gonna let ya go now in case ye wanna catch another few winks."

Daiya took the phone. "What lil man said, we'll talk to ya later. I'll let ya know if we're gonna make it."

Mondo nodded. "Yeah, sure thing. Talk later, bro."

"Bye-bye, birthday boy~" The two jeered teasingly, hanging up quickly so Mondo wouldn't have enough time to bite back.

"HEY, why I oughta-!" He sighed as the line went dead, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to put his phone back on the charger and slip on a white sleeveless top before shuffling towards the door.

Might as well get a head start today...

Upon closing the door to his bedroom, Mondo swore he could hear whispers coming from the hallways. He checked behind him towards the door that housed Taka's room, but it was shut and nobody was there.

Then, it hit him: he had heard something earlier...

Downstairs...

Having not bothered to out his hair up even into a low ponytail, Mondo swept the mop of strands that hung over his face to one side, raking his hand through it to smooth it down before descending the stairwell to the adjoined living room and kitchen. As he did, the whispers seemed to cease, having taken notice of the biker's presence.

Upon entering the living room, he could make out Taka through blurry eyes.

"Happy birthday, kyoudai!"

The third wish of the day wasn't as loud as those of his brothers, for he was a distance away from him, so he shot a wink and a still-sleepy grin in his directions.

"Thanks, bro, but don't ya think it's a bit too-"

Mondo paused mid-sentence as he was, quite literally, seeing double. There were two outlines of his bro standing in front of him, and he tried rubbing his eyes to rid of the double vision.

Nope, still two of him. And his eyes weren't even blurry...

Wait wait wait-

"What's the matter, bro?" The two of him said in sync, tilting their heads to the side while sparing each other a sideways glance, red eyes glimmering even this early in the morning.

"Don't you pull this kinda shit with me today..." He snarled lowly.

"What? Whatever do you mean?" The Taka on the left spoke, rather confused.

"I haven't the slightest clue what you mean, kyoudai..." The right Taka admitted, eyes keeping their gaze on Mondo.

"Kiyo, you fucker..." Mondo sneered, eyes flicking between the two forms of his bro, trying to discern which one of the two was his real kyoudai.

Kiyo, nickname for Taka's twin brother, Ishida, had the tendency to disguise himself as his older sibling with makeup and hair dye, as well as spot-on voice mimicry. The only difference between the two was an ever so slight difference in their eye color, but Mondo was both too enraged and sleepy still to put effort into glaring deep into their eyes to make the real one out.

So alternate measures had to be taken... he'd figure out which one was the real Taka through means of recalling their knowledge of each other.

"Alright, this is how it's gonna go..." Mondo clarified with a clearing of his throat. "I'm gonna quiz ya both and break down the details. I'm gonna figure out which one of ya is fuckin' around with me."

Both Taka's eyes widened before collectively nodding, lips pursed together.

"Aight, uh, first off," Mondo's brain chugged to life as he tried to think of what to ask first. "What color are my eyes?"

"Purple," both of the Takas said in unison, with the one on the left perking up. "You do know that that's super obvious, right?"

Mondo huffed and wiped the corner of his lip with his thumb. "Yeah yeah, right, just startin' off easy! Now uh... what breed of dog is Chuck back at home?"

"A maltese," both Takas replied.

"You introduced him and his breed the day we met!" The Taka on the right piped up with a smile.

Mondo was getting frustrated now, even after two simple questions that had obvious answers. He pondered over the current situation and what information he had gathered.

Both had responded after answering at least once, one questioning him about how obvious and straightforward his questions and answers were, while the other followed up with gleefully recalling the reason behind the answer.

The real Taka wouldn't question him asking stupid questions, even thought he was a bit of a numbnut...

He could try one last thing...

"Alrighty then," Mondo perked up with this last proposition, a smirk creeping up onto his face. "One last thing...who wants their good morning kiss?"

At this, both Takas let out little gasps. The one on the right's cheeks went extremely pink, while the one on the left had a drop of sweat leak down his forehead and then his temple...

Leaving a trail of black without him seeming to notice...

Aha!

After analyzing their brief reactions, Mondo chuckled before approaching the Taka on the right, the one on the left watching from a sideways glance as he brought up a knuckle to wipe away the "sweat," only for his skin to come away black.

"Gotcha," Mondo rasped before pressing a brief smooch to the real Taka's lips, earning a squeak from him and hearing the other go:

"Awe, rats!"

After their brief embrace, Mondo and Taka turned to their left and saw the other Taka's eyes ignite, the black fading from his hair and revealing snowy white fluff as the dye leaked down his undershirt and his arms.

"Almost had ya, punk!" Ishida grumbled, ruffling his hair in defeat, almost having stolen a kiss from his lovesick brother on his kyoudai's birthday, of all days.

"Oh, don't think yer getting off the hook so easily," Mondo growled, a bony finger coming to point directly at him. "When my bros get here, so help me God, yer screwed..."

"Also, Kiyo..." Taka chimed in, a finger of his own pointing at his brother. "You're about to get hair dye all over the carpet."

Ishida glanced down his arms and the black trails of dye, looking like an eyeliner pen had exploded on him. He shrugged and slipped his white tank top off to mop at his skin, much to the dismay of Taka and Mondo.

"What? I'll just put er in the wash and it'll be spick and span!" He had missed a few spots, the inky dye leaving stained streaks down his arms and chest like zebra stripes.

"Yer gonna need a shower after we're done with ya..."

Unbeknownst to them, Daiya and Takemichi had arrived at their shared home and snuck the door open as the three had their confrontation, with the brothers holding back snickers as Michi had snuck a photo of the moment Mondo gave Taka a kiss.

Everyone whipped their heads towards the front door, and eyes instantly widened as Michi made his way towards Ishida, a pair of cupcakes in hand.

"H-hey little dude, wh- what're ya doing with those?" Ishida stammered, scooting towards the stairs.

"Oh, nothin'..." The blonde sneered, an evil smile pasted across his face. "Jus' wanna offer ya a little taste of...brotherly love."

He lunged at the white-haired twin, and Ishida yelped and made a beeline up the stairs, Michi right on his heels.

As the remaining three watched the early morning commotion, Daiya nonchalantly shut the door before pacing over to Mondo. "Wonder what the neighbors are gonna think of that one," he chimed right before putting his younger brother in a miniature headlock and mussing his already unkempt hair. "Happy birthday again, lil man!"

"I already told ya, I'm not LITTLE!" Mondo snapped, arms grasping at his older brother's in an attempt to get his own around his neck. The two had a miniature wrestling match before Taka intervened.

"Gentlemen, PLEASE!" He shouted the last word, causing them both to freeze where they stood, one of Mondo's hands deep into messing up Daiya's pompadour, while the older one's left arm was still around Mondo's shoulders. "It's still too early for this kind of horseplay!"

"Oh, like yer one to talk," Mondo spat teasingly as he winked in Taka's direction, making his cheeks flare up slightly. "YOU'RE the early riser around these parts that likes to rouse me outta hibernation!"

"Because the morning is important! You have to start your day the right way there and then!" The flush in his cheeks got deeper with this next bit. "E-especially today, cause it's your birthday!"

The brothers gave each other seething stares before they released each other, both going to smooth down their messed up hair. Mondo stepped forward to give Taka's own hair a rustle, the prefect's hands grasping at his wrists in protest, which earned laughs from both the Owadas.

A few seconds passed before someone could be heard stomping down the stairs. Ishida was back, only this time, with frosting matted in his locks and Michi's legs hooked around his abdomen as he kept himself latched on while rubbing the remains of the cupcakes through his hair. Both looked across at the trio, Ishida's eyes sagging with defeat but still glimmering with unseen rage, while Michi still had a smug grin across his face.

"What are y'all waiting for?" The blonde shouted gleefully. "Time to start the day!"

"Stop, lil dude, yer startin' to sound like Ishi," Mondo teased, earning a mock gasp and a playful smack to his chest from the back of the prefect's hand.

"How dare-!"

"I'm playin', dude, I'm playin' with ya, I promise!"

After a few more little laughs at the state everybody was in, they all collectively stared at Mondo, to which he responded with a classic rubbing of the back of his neck and a stammering response.

"Th-thank you guys, really. You make my birthday worthwhile."

He reached his arms out and dragged everyone into a big group hug, a few 'oof's escaping from Michi and Taka before they returned the gesture.

"Happy birthday to me, indeed..."

#danganronpa #dr1 #drthh #trigger happy havoc #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimondo #kiyondo ishida #daiya owada #takemichi yukimaru

[bravevolunteer]

winter/christmas related hcs dump !

young michael on snow days? MENACE. he's causing chaos he's throwing projectile snowballs and no one is safe. yes he did just... startle liz and evan on purpose with it, but he didn't hesitate to get into a proper snowball fight

so sorry but he IS a cheesy terrible christmas movie enjoyer. he canonically watches a terrible vampire soap opera, he's GOING to be watching the worst holiday movies you've ever seen. good luck getting him to admit to enjoying them, at least... until it's one of the only traditions he DOES keep, then he says he likes the predictability of them.

michael's opinion on most christmas music ranges from neutral-negative, but his favorite is last christmas. he's gay, watches cheesy soap operas, and it released in 1984, he's decided this one hits

the aftons used to decorate the tree together... and it was SO dysfunctional— the kids were arguing constantly, william was micromanaging the entire thing, michael rolling his eyes, multiple shattered ornaments, the tree had to have fallen over at least once. despite this, it's the kind of memory he looks back on with nostalgia even knowing things were far from as perfect as they pretended.

with that said, cursed fazbear ornaments.

michael is so bad at ice skating. so humiliatingly bad. he thinks he's going to do fine EVERY time and then falls on his ass within the first minute

type of kid to nurse a candy cane until it's a spike and poke his siblings with it

the aftons celebrate secularly ( up to interpretation, however i don't view the kids as being raised overly religious... we all know william's got some shit going on ), however they MIGHT be the family that goes to church once a year on christmas eve. to keep up a reputation. i can see it. and it would be an Absolute Fucking Disaster

imagine the aftons making gingerbread houses. just imagine the chaos. Yeah. once again william is micromanaging everything ( "this is ridiculous," he says, mid-building a gingerbread recreation of fredbear's family diner down to every last intricate detail ), elizabeth is just trying to make it look nice, michael's looks like a WARZONE, evan's has fallen apart for the fifth time now. they're all arguing over the icing and candy.

instead of a mall santa photo they have an extremely cursed photo with william and henry in the spring bonnie and fredbear suit wearing santa hats and beards

the house and diner were decorated every year.... this, of course, began to fade in the house ( decorations outlasting other traditions, putting them up to still give the appearance of normality while celebrating became dimmed to nonexistent ) until, after elizabeth's death, they just stopped going up entirely.

on michael and gift giving.... he's really not one for big grand gestures, but his gifts do show that he listens. he doesn't usually think they're much, figures he isn't very good at it, but they're always something that he knows the other person would genuinely like, he cares!

this is more referring to the corporation than the early days, but fazbear christmas album is so real to me. just... so many terrible parodies. there's multiple installments there IS one for the glamrocks. michael is sick of it

michael and . warm cozy sweater. That's It.

Fazbear Patented Mistletoe Garland (tm). in the home. thanks @comfrtcrowd

christmas in the afton household, while holidays were relatively normal in the years leading up to 1983... often highlighted a dissonance between the celebration and the growing dysfunction. the kids got whatever they asked for, they had more than enough, but material possessions don't automatically hold real emotional weight. to michael, while william's attention consisted of basic needs and whatever item he gave him on a list, sometimes it only seemed to make the emotional neglect and favoritism clearer.

following 1983... the holidays deteriorated significantly. a lot of celebrations vanished and the little that they attempted to keep alive rang hollow. putting decorations up only stood as a reminder that nothing was the same. having dinner together was grief-ridden and cold, tense at best and confrontational to explosive at worst. michael didn't ask for anything, never felt as if he deserved to celebrate after ruining his family. by the year of elizabeth's death, every attempt stopped entirely. with just michael and his father, the house felt hauntingly empty... and lonely.

when michael moves out ( both the few years before SL & when he's scooped ), it remains a time of year that tends to emphasize his loneliness. in zombie isolation, he made a few small attempts as the years passed: a little bit of shitty decor in his apartment, he watches a LOT of movies. some years, he visits liz and evan's graves, though that only results in more hopelessness more often than not

scooped michael? IMMUNE to the cold. to temperature in general ( aside from extreme heat ), he still likes winter more because of the excuse to wear more layers without getting stares

he WILL be spiking hot chocolate and/or eggnog. absolutely snuck off to do exactly this during whatever attempts to celebrate were made when he was a teenager. it's the only way he will be drinking eggnog.

@braveburned already posted about it but i'm reiterating that michael and gregory have the SHITTIEST tiny christmas tree. the lights are a fire hazard, it has a paper star, glamrock ornament, it's so ugly. michael is amused by it

ultimately, the only thing that will really get him to celebrate after the tragedies is... being around other people. he's so used to the holiday season becoming a representation of loneliness, grief, and resentment, that the only thing that can really pull him from that is found connections...

#this is SO LONG. SORRY. I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM #shaking him around like a fucking. snowglobe. #who will win me being amused by imagining the aftons/emilys doing stupid traditions vs The Agonies #said agonies are relatively open given different portrayals but... ohhh it sucks so bad #*all of this depends on portrayal by the way i know i go overboard on overall afton stuff this is just my mind palace FSDJHDF #⁂ ･ﾟ: none of us belong‚ everything i do is wrong‚ and soon there will be nobody left around ➛ headcanons

[belit0]

Unbreakable Bond (part 1)

TW: none (yet)

Pairing: Uchiha Izuna / reader

All humans are born with a guardian angel, yet they can only see them face to face when turning 20 years old.

(Y/N)'s seems a little bit unconventional, because where all protective beings are serene and calm, hers knows only chaos and violence. Hell breaks loose over their heads when they finally meet, and as her angel's purpose gets compromised, it forces an ancient war to take place between the two.

Uchiha clan, but with a twist.

Sooooo, hi!! I decided to come up with a fic exclusively for all my Izuna lovers!! Being part of a community that loves a character with zero visibility in the fandom, makes me take the determination of writing everything I want to read for him. I have been thinking about this idea for quite some time, and just haven't had the time to write. Here, finally, is chapter 1, and there will be lots more to come, cause I'm planning to make this a series for him!! So yeah, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do, writing content for Izuna is my first passion. I'll appreciate any type of feedback and interaction you want to give me, and if you have any suggestions, let me know!!

As (Y/N) remembers, her guardian angel was always chaos.

While other people received calm and peaceful solutions to their conflicts, her companion was always violent.

When (Y/N) was five, she had the naive idea to play in the forest behind her house.

Climbing different trees and hiding in the bushes, she stumbled upon a beehive, hidden high up. In her innocence, the little girl wanted to investigate, quickly provoking the honeycomb's owners. The insects proceeded to attack her, but before one of them could even sting her, the tree fell to the ground, severed from its trunk in a perfect slash, crushing them all in the process. (Y/N) landed without any trouble on her two legs, as if someone had picked her up and placed her gently on the ground. At her age, she did not understand what saved her from such a brutal attack and fall, and it was the perfect opportunity for her parents took to explain the spiritual presence that would be with her for life.

At the age of 12, a group of three girls decided to pick on her at school.

They would taunt her purely out of envy, wanting to make her feel less, despised, and ugly. They would say horrible things to her, bully her in the corridors, and abuse her, destroying her self-esteem. One time, the leader of the group decided to physically attack (Y/N). Before the girl's hand could connect with her face, she went flying backward, slamming into a wall and falling to the ground in an explosion of crying. There was a mark on her chest as if someone had kicked her before she could get close. They never intimidated or messed with her again, knowing something powerful surrounded and protected (Y/N).

At 15, she met the first repulsive man of her life.

One of her classmates, hopelessly in love with her, had no better idea than to try to win her over with teasing and harassment. He would insist again and again on his love, pestering and chasing her wherever she went. He didn't understand how repellent and unattractive his attitude was, leading a group of annoying young men who were only dedicated to disturbing girls. One particular afternoon after school, the group of idiots followed her on her way out, berating her in mid-stride. They surrounded her with more than 6 boys, with the main idiot standing in the middle of the circle. Before any of them could do anything to her, they all fell to the ground in coordination. There was blood everywhere, broken arms, mangled noses, and legs contorted at unnatural angles. (Y/N) thanked aloud the angel who must have been around her, and walked out of the scene in shock.

When her first boss, at the age of eighteen, wanted to get handsy with her at work and misuse his authority, the man's house appeared all over the local news channels in flames. No one could explain the cause of the fire, but all his belongings had been destroyed in the blaze, leaving him completely homeless.

(Y/N) was aware guardian had unusual ways of acting, comparing her experiences with those of her parents and friends. No one had ever had such a fiery and violent spiritual companion, crude in his actions and ways of protecting.

Her parents, for example, lived a quiet life with their protectors. Both their angels resided between heaven and the forest behind their house, visiting them and coming when summoned, dividing their time between above and earth. What her friends related was a similar situation. Their companions were not with them all the time, coming only when needed or called by their humans.

In (Y/N)'s case, it seemed to be with her 24/7. It helped her in the mornings to gather her things for school, with books flying from one side of the room to the other and landing perfectly inside her backpack. During work, and in the summer months, the angel would generate a cold draught of air for when she wanted to go out for a break, and during winter, a warm stream of wind to keep her warm.

It was a pleasant companion, a constant presence, someone to always count on.

(Y/N) has never seen her guardian and does not know its name, has no idea if it is a man or a woman, the color of its eyes or skin, or what its hair looks like. She only knows their bond is stronger than anyone else's with their celestial beings.

In a few weeks, she will be twenty and will have to face the physical image of her partner for the first time. To know, finally, who is hidden in that cloak of invisibility constantly separating them.

On a hot summer night, (Y/N) returns from work and walks quietly on her way home, constantly thinking about what it will be like to meet her angel. She has only a few hours left, and soon will be face to face with the one who has been with her since the beginning of her life.

One of her closest friends had her birthday 3 days earlier, living the experience before and being able to tell her a little about it. The girl recounted how she met her spiritual companion, a female angel named Sakura, with pink hair and green eyes. The heavenly entity waited for her sitting at the table, and when the clock struck 12:00, she was finally able to see her. They talked about everything that had happened to the young woman during their years of invisible separation, and at the end of the night, the angel retired to heaven, letting her know she could call her whenever she wished.

The experience sounded calm and serene, friendly, but for some reason, (Y/N) sensed hers would not go the same way.

She arrived at her lonely flat at about 10:30 and decided to take a bath, be in the most presentable condition. When she got out of the shower, she did a short video call with her parents, who were miles away since she moved to study in another city.

When looking at the clock again, it was 11:30.

She ordered some food and it arrived 10 minutes before 12:00. (Y/N) rushed to eat, as if she had to be still and silent as her twenties loomed over her head. She finished her plate in less than five minutes, at the sensation of the last french fry getting stuck in her throat.

Desperate and alone, she began to choke, no less than three minutes before the special moment. She tried to stick her fingers down her throat, running to the bathroom in panic, trying to free her airway. No longer keeping track of time, her only priority was to stay alive and not be killed by a potato. Her vision started to blur, with less and less air in her lungs, while she collapsed to the floor in front of the toilet.

Just when she thought there was no hope, she felt two hands grab her under her arms, lifting her up and pressing into her stomach.

After several pushes, the rest of the unchewed fry flew out of her mouth, as (Y/N) coughed and tried to catch her breath. She fainted before she could see the identity of the one who had saved her, further postponing meeting her angel.

#izuna uchiha #uchiha izuna #izuna #izuna uchiha x reader #uchiha izuna x reader #izuna x reader #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #uchiha clan #demon au #angel au #naruto x reader

[river-r1t3s]

💕, 🌻, 🤞 for seventeen (any member but preferably Seungkwan or Hoshi) plssss!! Thank youuuu

I did little drabbles instead of full fics, hope that's okay <3

💕- sniffles

Seungkwan-

It started innocently enough, a small sniffle, barely noticeable over the chaos of dinner. Seungkwan himself thought nothing of it but Vernon, who sat next to Seungkwan noticed the sniffle. A moment later a second sniffle came, then a third. Not long after a fourth. Eventually Vernon was getting a bit confused, (maybe even a little annoyed) he nudged Seungkwan with his elbow. Seungkwan stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth, "what's up?"

"you keep sniffling" Vernon softly said, Seungkwan shrugged, "the spices are making me sniffly" he explained, Seungkwan sniffled again, "then blow your nose, you keep sniffling right by my ear, it's all I've heard the whole meal. Seungkwan apologized, he took a napkin from the center of the table and blew his nose. Right after his breath hitched, he ducked towards his elbow, "hktchU - tcCHU- kekTChHu"

"bless you Kwan" a few of the members said, Seungkwan thanked them and took another napkin to blow his nose, "are you okay?" Jeonghan asked, The other members had drawn their focus to Seugkwan, who was sniffling into a tissue, "the spices" he said with a nod towards the food, "ktchu- hehh- hKtchu"

"bless you"

"thank you" he said, he blew his nose. "you sure you're okay?"Jihoon asked, Seungkwan nodded, "I'll be fine. I'll just be a bit sneezy while I eat the spicy food." Seungkwan explained with an itchy sounding sniffle. Seungkwan went back to eating normally, despite him having to stop and sneeze every few seconds. Vernon had gotten just a bit fed up with him, but also knew that Seungkwan had put up with him and his flower allergies for years so he chose to just ignore it.

Hoshi-

"It's gonna snow tomorrow" Hoshi commented, seemingly out of nowhere. Chan, Jun, and Minghao all looked at him, "what?"

"it's gonna snow tomorrow" Sooyoung repeated, he sniffled, "how do you know that?" Jun asked, looking as if he didn't quite believe him, "because I get a snf stuffy nose when it's gonna snow"

"that's not a real thing" Chan said with an eye roll. He pulled out his phone, "even the weather says it's gonna be sunny tomorrow"

"it is!!" Hoshi said stubbornly, right after he sniffled. "I'm serious. why do you think I always get colds in winter"

"because you never wear a jacket" Minghao chimed in from his spot on the floor. Sooyoung rolled his eyes and kept stretching, he sniffled again. "I think you're doing that on purpose" Chan said, playfully rolling his eyes at the performance team leader . "Am not!!!" he sniffled again, which caused the other dancers to groan. "Guys!!!" they all started laughing at him

~the next day~

Chan was awoken the next morning by Jun and Minghao screaming and running into his room, "what the heck guys!!!!?"

"he was right!!!!" Jun yelled flopping down on Chan's bed. "who was right?" Chan asked, his brain still trying to wake up. Sooyoung" Minghao said, he walked over to the window and drew back the curtains, snow was falling outside. "how?" just then a harsh sneeze came from the other room, "maybe he does get colds when it snows" Chan said, he climbed out of bed and went to the team leader's room. Sooyoung was standing by his closet, a tissue up to his nose as he used his other hand to sift through his clothes. "aktchHu- hhatcchu"

"bless you" Sooyoung flinched at the voice, he blew his nose, then turned around. "I told you guys!!" he said with a wet sniffle. "sorry, but you know, it did sound kinda crazy"

"yeah, it's a bit strange. Took me a while to get used to it" he paused, "ATChu- atCHu- snf but every time it's gonna snow"

"Sooyoung makes a better weather man than the actual meteorologist." Jun said with a laugh. The maknae rolled his eyes, "how long has this happened for?"

"I think since I broke my nose back in 2019"

"you broke your nose?"

"y-hh-hea- atCHhu- atchHu- during filming one time"

"how come we didn't know?"

"no one did, except me, our manager and Scoups hyung, mainly because our manager made me tell him" Sooyoung explained, he sniffled and blew his nose again. "Sorry for not believing you hyung" Chan said sheepishly. The maknae shrugged, "I wouldn't believe me either"

🌻- taken by surprise

Seungkwan-

The vocal unit was gathered in the studio recording something for their newest album, things had gone smoothly all morning. That was until Seungkwan had started recording. The second he started singing he felt a strange tickle in his nose. He rubbed his nose and ignored it. He started singing again and the tickle came back. He put his hand up to stop the recording. Jihoon stopped and gave Seungkwan a confused look, when the youngest vocalist ducked towards his elbow and sneezed twice. "All good?" Jihoon asked, Seungkwan gave him a thumbs up. Seungkwan was able to film two lines before his nose started tickling again. He raised his hand again, signaling a stop. Jihoon gave him a confused look, but did pause the recording. "Everything alright Seungkwan?"

"kktchu- kktchshu-ttchshu- ugh sorry"

Jihoon signaled for them to stop completely. The staff did so, he went into the studio, "everything okay Kwan?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me! My nose itches."

"you sick?" Jeonghan asked looking a bit concerned. Seungkwan shrugged. "I felt fine all day, still do, just keep- kktch-tchu-hTchu sneezing"

"is it allergies?"

"I don't think I have allergies" Seungkwan said, he turned away and sneezed again. "You could have developed some, or come in contact with something new" Joshua said, he turned to the staff, "has this studio been cleaned recently" they nodded, "do you have the cleaning stuff that was used?" The staff nodded and left the room, "what's that for hyung?"

"well the room smells faitly of the cleaning stuff, I wonder if you're having a reaction to it."

"I hadn't even noticed the smell" Seokmin commented. The other members agreed. "It's really faint" Joshua said, "you just have a really strong sense of smell" Seungkwan said, "I can't smell it either, "it's possible that you can't but you're still reacting to it" Jihoon said with a shrug. Seungkwan shook his head, "I've literally never been allergic to anything"

"it could be something-"

"hh-ktchUH kktchu-"

"bless you, something new" Joshua explained, Jeonghan handed a few tissues to the youngest of the vocal team. He thanked him, his face flushed lightly in embarrassment.

The staff returned with a bottle of cleaner, "Kwan can you just smell this?" Seungkwan gave the bottle a look of distain, "just do it" Seokmin said nudging Seungkwan. He gave a dramatic sigh and took the bottle, "it's pointless anyways, I'm not allergic to any-" he caught a whiff of the scent and instantly pushed it back to Joshua, "HHKTchu- TchhhU- ketChu- hhektCHHu- EKTCHhuh"

"bless you" the others said, Jeonghan handed Seungkwan a few tissues, he took them enthusiastically and pressed them to his nose, he sneezed four times into the tissue and blew his nose. "Ugh"

"I think you might be allergic to that" Seokmin said, he patted Seungkwan's shoulder. "Can I go home and shower?" Seungkwan asked, looking absolutely miserable. "Of course, do you want someone to go with you?" Jeonghan asked, looking worried about Seungkwan, whose eyes were swollen and his nose bright red, "I'll text Vernon" Seokmin said, patting Seungkwan on the back. He said a congested thank you to Seokmin.

Vernon came a few minutes later to get his boyfriend and take him back to the dorm, "I'm surprised, it's usually you picking me up" Vernon said laughing a bit. "I know, I was really surprised" Seungkwan sneezed, "bless you"

"thanks, but I've never been allergic to anything before. It's so strange. It- kktchHu- ektchu- ttchu- awful. I hope that this is very much a one time thing."

Hoshi:

The performance team was choreographing something for their upcoming comeback. The whole morning had been absolute chaos. It had started thunder storming 15 minutes after the got there and the storm caused the power to go out, but the team (specifically Sooyoung) was determined to contiune working, despite it being nearly impossible. A rough demo that Jihoon had sent them played from Chan's phone speaker, barely even able to be heard over the storm outside, the lack of stable cell service also meant the audio was skipping and crackly.

But as if the storm outside wasn't enough, the members had started to notice how raspy Sooyoung's voice had gotten, but whenever it was brought up or mentioned Sooyoung was quick to explain it was from yelling over the thunder. The others let it go because it did make sense.

Halfway through one of their run throughs Sooyoung stopped dead in his tracks, the others looked at him in confusion. "Sooyoung is everyth-"

"HUTChu- ehtcHHu- aKkTchu"

"bless you" Sooyoung shook his head to clear the cloudy feeling and rubbed his nose, "sorry guys, let's get back in position" the others nodded and began moving when the leader of the unit stopped dead in his tracks and ducked his head towards his elbow "stchu- ktcCHu- hhestchu- hKtchu- ugh sorry"

"you okay hyung?" Chan asked, he looked concerned, Sooyoung nodded, "I'm fine."

"you sure? Dust bothering you?" Jun asked, knowing how sensitive Sooyoung was around dust. Sooyoung shook his head, "no, not allergies. I can say that for sure"

"you're sneezing a lot though"

"I don't get a sore throat with allergies"

"Do you have a sore throat?" Minghao asked looking surprised, "a bit yeah. Felt fine earlier"

"maybe you're getting sick."

"were you outside in the rain?" Chan asked, "you can't get sick from going in the rain Chan" Sooyoung said with a hint of exhasperation, "I know that, but if you went out in the rain and then came in the studio where it's cold, then maybe that could make you a bit sick"

"I don't know if it works like that" Sooyoung said before sneezing again. "Well whatever the cause is, it seems like you've got a cold so you should probably head back to the dorm and get some rest" Jun said as he starts gathering his stuff. "probably a good idea" Chan agreed and Minghao nodded, "I'm fine guys"

"you need rest, especially if you're getting sick. We don't want you to get worse with the comeback around the corner. And with how fast it came on I haven't ruled out the flu yet, so I'd rather be safe than sorry" Minghao said and handed Sooyoung's bag to Jun. "Ugh, fine" Chan smiled and put his arm around the leader's shoulders, "not like we were really getting much done anyways" Sooyoung started to protest but ultimately followed the maknae out of the studio. Once back in the dorms he was pushed to the shower and quickly sent to bed after.

🤞- stifles

Seungkwan:

There was a tense air in the van on the way to schedules. Seungkwan had been caught faking being sick to get out of going to schedules all of the previous few days. So the members had all gotten quite angry, but Seungkwan was nervous as this morning when he woke up he had a stuffy nose and a headache. Which he assumed was karma for him faking. But he also knew his members wouldn't believe him and would likely just get mad. Halfway to the studio his nose began tickling, he discreetly tried rubbing at it, trying to keep the sneeze from coming out. But eventually the tickle got really bad and he knew he was going to sneeze he pinched his nose and stifled a sneeze trying not to move much, or any. Mingyu, who was seated next to him, felt Seugkwan move a bit but didn't say anything, too irritated to really care what the youngest vocalist was doing. But when it happened three more times within the next 4 minutes he was starting to get annoyed, he looked at Seungkwan and saw his eyes were wet with what looked like tears. "Kwan are you seriously crying?" Mingyu felt irritated, thinking Seungkwan was upset he had to work. When in reality Seungkwan was fighting his tears as the stifles had caused his minor headache to turn quite painful. "no hyung, just got some dust in my eye" Seungkwan said softly, his throat had begun hurting from the sneezes. Mingyu wanted to believe him, but also felt a bit concerned when he noticed there was a congested note in Seungkwan's voice.

Once the group arrived at the studio Mingyu pulled the leader aside, "I think something is wrong with Seungkwan, he seemed upset in the car and his voice sounded off" Seungcheol shrugged, "maybe, but what if he's just faking again"

"right" Mingyu said, but deep down he really didn't think that Seungkwan was faking anything. The group went to a room to begin filming and Mingyu almost tripped when Seungkwan suddenly stopped right in front of him, "Kwan you good"

"hngphm- nngtchh- hnmphch" Mingyu wasn't sure what was wrong with Seungkwan but whatever it was, it sounded painful. "Kwan you okay?" he asked again, Seungkwan smiled, "yeah, all good" Mingyu noticed that Seungkwan's voice sounded very strange. Mingyu also noticed how pale Seungkwan was. "Kwan are you sick?"

"NO!!!" He said, he coughed after, "Shit Kwan. If you're actually sick you need to rest"

"No, they won't believe mbe- 'sall my fault" Mingyu was worried, "Seugkwan, I can tell them you're actually sick" He felt worried seeing the usually playful member almost crying just from a simple conversation. Seungkwan suddenly turned away from Mingyu very quickly and clamped his hands roughly around his face, "HNGtch-hhnptch- NGTChh-" Seungkwan wimpered softly, "Kwan if it hurts don't do that"

"don't want to bother" he coughed, Mingyu cringed at how painful it sounded, "Seungkwan, I know you made a mistake but if you're sick you can't be at work." He put his arm around Seungkwan's shoulder and walked with him to the rest of the members. Kwan let out a small whimper.

"Guys, Seungkwan isn't feeling very well--"

"Mingyu we just went over this he's fine" the leader interrupted looking irritated. Seungkwan sniffled and a few tears fell, he quickly wiped them away, brushing his sensitive nose in the process and triggering three sneezes, which he stifled into near silence, which caused him to audibly whimper. "Seungkwan, stop." Vernon, who was usually very soft for his youngest hyung, said. Absolutely no hint of softness now. This seemed to be too much for Seungkwan and he shrugged Mingyu's shoulder off and ran out of the studio crying. This caused the whole group to freeze in shock. "Told you guys" Mingyu said. "He's been stifling his sneezes all morning and it's very clearly hurting him. He almost started crying from it in the car" The members all looked guilty, especially Vernon and Seungcheol, who were both nervously twisting their hands. "I'll go get him" Vernon said, he quickly left the room. He found Seungkwan crying in a corner by a vending machine. "Oh Seungkwan, I'm sorry" Vernon said sitting next to him. "I'm sorry!" Seungkwan sobbed, Vernon felt his heart break for the vocalist. Vernon put his arms around Seungkwan. "It's okay Kwan. We should have believed you." Vernon noticed a warmth coming off of Seungkwan, "you have a fever Boo"

"oh" Vernon helped Seungkwan stand and go to the studio where the others were. As soon as they saw Seungkwan they all started apologizing. Which made Seungkwan cry again and he started explaining how he shouldn't have lied and how sorry he was. His words were woven in between sobs. The members helped Seungkwan back to the van where he was taken back home. Seungcheol and Vernon were obviously still feeling pretty guilty and stayed back with him, along with Mingyu, who Seungkwan, in his feverish mind seemed to find comfort in.

#seventeen #seungkwan #dino #lee chan #sneeze #sick #allergy #ksnz #idol snz #fluff

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

episode 2-

Mobius: Because if you think too hard about where any of us came from, who we truly are, it sounds kind of ridiculous. Existence is chaos. Nothing makes any sense, so we try to make some sense of it. And I’m just lucky that the chaos I emerged into gave me all this. My own glorious purpose. Because the TVA is my life. And it’s real because I believe it’s real. Loki: So everything is written. Past, present, future. There’s no such thing as free will. Mobius: Well, I mean, you know, it’s an oversimplification. Loki: So in fact, in a way, you and I, here at the TVA, we’re the only ones who are actually free. Mobius: Where are you going with this, Loki? Loki: How does it all end? Mobius: That’s a work in progress.

episode 5-

Mobius: All that time, I really believed we were the good guys. Sylvie: Annihilating entire realities, orphaning little girls, classic hero stuff. Mobius: Well, I guess when you think the ends justify the means, there’s not much you won’t do. By the way, you did some annihilating too. Sylvie: I did what I had to do. Mobius: Yeah, so did I. Sylvie: You hunted me like a dog. Mobius: I’m sorry about that.

episode 6-

Mobius: I think people are ready to hear a little truth now. You know, like the TVA is a lie. Ravonna Renslayer: But what if it’s a necessary one? Someone created the Time Keepers. They created this whole place. They gave us all purpose. I have to believe they had a reason. Mobius: No, because I’ve seen the horror waiting for people when they get pruned, and there’s nothing necessary about that. Ravonna Renslayer: You know what would happen if we didn’t prune the Timeline? Mobius: What? Ravonna Renslayer: Chaos. Death. Mobius: Free will?

I wanted to line these three conversations up because it becomes clear just how much Mobius refuses to take any kind of moral responsibility. He honestly tries to play moral high ground against Ravonna when earlier that day he had Loki continuously beaten because he was angry he ran away. What was so necessary about that? He really is great at lying to himself.

You know, when you put it like that it almost feels like it could have worked with Mobius falling victim to the propaganda to realizing the truth and turning his back on the TVA... that's what Mikey wanted to do but it doesn't work if he doesn't take any responsibility for his actions.

It makes no sense to have a character who has spent years or decades (if not more) working for the TVA and believing their lies, finally finding out the truth and instead of having an existential crisis he blames everyone around him but himself. That's not a logical reaction at all!

He should hate himself, he should be devastated from all the pain and death he has caused, he should be apologizing profusely to Loki - hell, even to Sylvie - and aching to make amends. But he shows no signs of any of that, if anything he's delighted about that "free will" he despised just a few hours earlier.

Mikey imbued him with all that shallow morality when he speaks to Ravonna but his words fall flat precisely because he feels no responsibility for any of it. The time loop was Mobius' call, not hers - what, he doesn't feel bad about that? Isn't he supposed to be oh so morally responsible now?

She didn't do it on her own, in fact she ordered the missions but he is the one who carried them out. Renslayer's reaction is far more believable than Mobius'.

[jake-and-neytiri-threeway]

I should have kissed you (Lo'ak x human reader)

A/n: HEY YALL. THIS IS MY FIRST X READER AND ITS INSPIRED BY A SONG I LIKE! I was listening to it and I immediately thought of my favorite blue boy from Way of Water. Lo'ak needs more love😤 but I am thinking about doing some x readers one shots inspired by a few songs. This is nothing but sweet gooey butterflies in your stomach fluff, small bit of language but its Lo'ak, he always cusses. The jest of it is that you are a 14 year old botanist who was raised by Max and Norm. I'm not gonna tell you all the deets, but I think yall will like it. I really enjoyed writing it. The song is "I should have kissed you (Goodnight)" by Gloriana. If you like this one, please let me know if you want another. And relax, not all of them are going to be country songs. The next one is going to be a Meghan Trainor song. Anyway, let's get this party started!!!

The warm Pandora air swept through your hair, as you were in your avatar body to collect samples. "(Y/N), it is getting time for bed. You need to head to camp and rest so your human body can relax." A scientist says to you through their oxygen mask. You curtly nod as you hand them the samples, "Do you mind taking these to the lab for me? I want to study a few of them." You tell them, giving them a polite smile, which they happily return. "Of course, see you in a bit!" they chirp as you walk to camp where the other avatars are. You walk in to see some of the Sully kids walking around, Norm giving Spider a hard time, causing you to laugh. You lock eyes with the younger son of Jake Sully, Lo'ak. You quickly turn around, not wanting it to seem like you were staring at him. "Avatars only! Go around!" one of the scientists scolds the kids, making Kiri mock her. You chuckle as you lay down, letting sleep crash on you like a harsh wave.

Your eyes flutter open as you wake up in your human body, Max lifting the link capsule lid open so you can get up. "Hello there sleeping beauty. Your samples are in your personal lab on your desk." he says smiling at you which you return. You give him a pat on the shoulder as a thank you as you see Lo'ak, Spider, and Kiri walk in the lab to greet Max and Norm. You nervously walk past them, not really used to seeing them that much. Especially Lo'ak, yeah you see Spider a good amount of time, mainly so you can talk to him about working on an avatar for him. You see Kiri sometimes, mainly she come to you with questions about her mother, Grace. But with Lo'ak, it's different. Yes, you two see each other a little bit, he would always leave little gifts for you on your desk. Well, to you they are gifts, but to him they are just knickknacks he finds that he thinks has no value. But they are your treasures, small plants, shiny rocks, heck even the tip of a thanator claw that he found. That was the first gift he gave you, so you turned it into a necklace and you refuse to take it off. You walk into your lab to find your plant samples, making you sigh in relief that they weren't damaged.

You take a seat and you hear a small knock on the open door of your lab. You look up to see Lo'ak shyly looking at you. "Lo'ak. What a surprise!" you say, trying your best not to be awkward and shy. He chuckles a bit and takes a breath through his respirator, "Can't be much of a surprise if you purposely left your door open for me." he says smirking a bit. You roll your eyes and shakes your head, "I don't know what you're talking about. So what did you bring me today?" The question made him smile a bit as he takes a small bright blue rock out from behind his back. "It's nothing much, but I found it on the mission today. And....well when I saw it, I thought of you." The small confession made you confused, "Lo'ak, the stone is beautiful. But what made you think of me when you found it?" You ask him, taking the small object from him as he rubs the back of his neck. "Well, there was destruction and chaos all around, yet that small blue stone kept shining. And well, every time I bring you something dumb and probably ugly, your eyes shine with curiosity. And the way that rock shined, it reminded me of you." he kept rubbing his neck nervously.

You smile and put it on a shelf with the other treasures your close friend has brought you. "It's perfect, Lo'ak. Thank you." You smile at him as he grins back. You two stand together in a comfortable silence, Lo'ak practically standing over you with his height. "Hey, you wanna go outside with me? Maybe walk around and find more things for your collection?" His question makes your heart skip a beat, you nod quickly, not trusting your voice. He grins and grabs your oxygen mask and quickly grabs your hand, pulling you gently to the exit. You put your mask on, and you wave to Max and Norm, as Kiri and Spider must have left earlier. Since there was no sign of them in the lab.

Lo'ak takes his respirator off and hangs it up as he takes you outside. You two walk to the forest as he stops. "No ikran ride. I got grounded. So milady." he bends down so he can give you a piggyback ride. You giggle and climb up on his back, holding on firmly enough so you won't fall. "Please keep your arms and legs within the Lo'ak at all times" he says as he jumps and starts to climb a tree. "I really need to stop letting you watch those cartoons that Norm showed me." you say, giggling as you hold on to Lo'ak. He chuckles and jumps from one tree to another, making you laugh as you hold on. You two finally make it to the river, where the rocks glow and the water just runs.

You are so mesmerized by the sparkling waters, you slowly slide off Lo'ak's back.

"Oh my goodness, Lo'ak.....The waters.....the rocks..."

"Yeah, its pretty cool isn't it."

"It's beautiful" You say smiling as you watch the rocks glow in the darkness.

"Yeah, it is." But Lo'ak wasn't talking about the rocks. He was staring at you, the way the glow illuminates your face through your oxygen mask, makes you look hypnotizing. To the point where the Na'vi boy couldn't look away. You turn to him and catch him staring, causing you both to look away blushing. You two stay at the river for a while till Norm and Max radios you that it is getting late, and they want you home. You hop back on Lo'ak's back and he takes you back to the lab. He walks inside with you, and you take your mask off. "I had fun tonight Lo'ak." You say blushing lightly.

He rubs his neck for like the third time today, "So did I, (Y/N). I hope we can do it again some time." He says and you nod. You two both stands there in an awkward silence, that the sound of a pen could break the tension. "Well....goodnight." You say quietly, walking to your room. "Yeah....goodnight." he says as he slowly walks out of the lab, both of you kind of disappointed. You both have been pining for each other for the longest time. And to end the night like that, both of you felt disappointed in yourselves.

Lo'ak's point of view

Lo'ak sits outside, contemplating whether to go home. He kept thinking of how the night should have ended. Should it have ended with a hug? A confession? A kiss? His thoughts running wild as he just sat there.

I dropped you off Just a little after midnight Sat in my car 'Til you turned off your porch light

He watches as you turn off the lights in the lab, he assumes you were going to get ready for bed. He sighs and gets up, as he starts walking back home, thinking of what could have happened.

I shoulda kissed you I shoulda pushed you up against the wall I shoulda kissed you Just like I wasn’t scared at all

He stops walking for a moment, not that far from the lab. What the hell was he doing? He sighs for a minute, trying to plan his next move. As he attempts to think, a light lands on his shoulder. A woodsprite, he watches it floats to the lab, a sign from Ewya, letting him know to go for it. "Fuck it!" he says running back to the lab.

I turned off the car Ran through the yard Back to your front door

He runs back to the lab and gets inside as the lights come on again, not bothering to get his respirator and before he could get to your room, he sees you. Standing in front of him, chest heaving as if you had run to him.

Before I could knock You turned the lock And met me on the front porch

His chest heaving just as much as yours, he strides over to you and looks down at you. "Lo'ak-" he doesn't even let you finish talking. He bends down and presses his lips to yours, in a warm passionate kiss.

And I kissed you Goodnight And now that I've kissed you It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

(Y/N)'s point of view

You walk in your room, confused and disappointed with the end of the night. What did you want to happen? Did you want to tell him how you feel? To tell him that you're madly in love with him. Your mind races as you watch Lo'ak leave through your window.

You couldn't see me Watching through the window Wonderin' what went wrong Praying that you wouldn’t go

You sigh sadly. You wanted to scream, tell him not to leave but you couldn't find the courage. You sigh again and turn off the lights to the lab. Deciding to try to sleep and think of what could have been.

You shoulda kissed me You shoulda pushed me up against the wall You shoulda kissed me I was right on the edge and ready to fall

You watch as Lo'ak stops, you silently beg for him to turn around and see you. All your begging and praying was answered as you see a woodsprite float away from Lo'ak towards the lab. Another shows up at your window, floating towards Lo'ak. "Thank you Ewya." You say as you see Lo'ak running back, you run to get to him.

I turned off the car Ran through the yard Back to your front door

You turn the lights on so you can see as you run into the link lab. A pair of yellow orbs staring at you in surprise. He must of thought you were in bed already, but how could you sleep when all you could think about was him.

Before I could knock You turned the lock And met me on the front porch

You watch as he walks towards you, those eyes never once leaving yours. What do you do? What do you say? Your heart is racing and your mind is trying to catch up. "Lo'ak-" a pair of soft lips land on yours, causing you to immediately return the kiss.

And I kissed you Goodnight And now that I've kissed you It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

3rd person point of view

Lo'ak's tail wraps around your leg, he holds you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Cause to him, you were. Your arms wrap around his neck as his tail untangles from your leg and he lifts you in his arms as the two of you continue to kiss.

I turned off the car Ran through the yard Back to your front door Half scared to death, can’t catch my breath Aren't these the moments we live for?

He pulls away breathless, and you immediately go to grab the respirator he forgot. He holds you tightly, "I'm fine, (Y/N). I'm fine just.... relieved." You look at him confusedly and stroke his cheek. "I....I didn't think you felt the same way. I've wanted to kiss you for so long." he says leaning into your touch. You smile at him lovingly, "Lo'ak, I've liked you since you gave me the thanator claw, and I wanted to kiss you.... for a long time." He grins and kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle.

And I kissed you Goodnight And now that I've kissed you It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

He kisses you one more time before setting you down gently. "You know your parents are gonna be pissed at you right?" you ask slightly amused. "When are they not sweetheart." you blush at the name, and you give him a peck on the lips.

It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

"Goodnight Lo'ak." you say with your heart full, as you head back to your room.

It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." Lo'ak says as he walks out of the lab and back to his parents.

It's a good night, good night, baby, goodnight

#loak sully #loak x y/n #avatar #way of water #loak x reader #atwow loak

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Obscure Character Showdown FINALE

[image ID: the first image is of image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. the second image is of Granger, a girl with green eyes and short, wavy or curly black hair. in her hair is a red hat or ribbon. she's wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue overalls, and a green coat. end ID]

No Significant Harassment

[NSH has beaten Akama (The Idiot (1951)), Libby Day (Dark Places), Sally Swing (Betty Boop), Shrimp (The Upturned), Oopsy Bear (Care Bears (2007 series)), Hikaru (Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu), and Diggory Graves (Hello from the Hallowoods)] They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

Granger

[Granger has beaten Chopfyt (Oz), Wolfman (Darkwood), Gaap Goemon (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun), Forest Friend (Gris), Turnip (Chicory: A Colorful Tale), Gary (Faith the Unholy Trinity), and Stag Malinay (Krystar First Fragment)] so granger is the main character of the indie game "NeverHome" Chapter one, which is only $1 on Steam, is called NeverHome: Hall of Apathy. if ur a fan of young protags being put in RPG maker horror games, then this is the game for you!! so granger is just that… she wakes up to find herself in a strange, hostile world. she, along with the friends she makes, must solve the various puzzles before them while creatures are out to kill them… and along the way they can uncover the secrets of these never ending halls… her dynamics with the cast is also super fun… each character gets their moment or moments with granger. and what's so cute is that there's unique art for each pair that highlights the fact you cant get through these halls alone!! she also has her own theme song!! here!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_vwtmIj5cw it's called cyclical tragedy AND HERE IS AN ANALYSIS OF THE THEME!! MUSIC THEORY!!! written by my good friend @HIEMIOLA "cyclical tragedy" embodies the protagonist, granger, through the music theory behind the track and ties itself back into the main track as well. to begin with an overview of the track, the key is D minor and hte time signature is 3/4. the piece begins with a broken minor third starting from the tonic. that is, it begins on the main note and moves along the main chord, D to F. the next set of notes are C to E, which is shifted down a step. the phrase repeats again, this time D to F, then G to E, which is an inverse movement from the original sequence. even in this first part, we could tell that the protagonist begins from square 1 with a simple pattern, then tries it again when it works. however, the inverse breaks that expectation of repetition, thus showing the diverse variations of solutions she comes up with using just the tools she has (the two notes moving in thirds). just like the game, she is given a handful of objects as well as a knife to defend herself and solve the mysteries of the world she exists in. with her creative uses of the items given to her, she continues on her way through the plot. we will keep moving. the melody begins. true to the title of the track, the melody cycles around the same beginning note, D, that she always returns to at her square 1. this is a nod to the save states she is allowed to keep to make sure that we the players don't lose the game, but it also references the health bar that appears as a circle around her avatar. the melody, mapped out, is also moving in an up-down wave movement across the sheet music. granger is creative with the knife she has and the quest items she obtains throughout the story, but she is not entirely reckless. rather, she knows when it is time to return to the safe rooms to rest. to time her returns requires skill because she must run to cover without being caught by varying her path so the enemies don't corner her as she tries to return to the room. most of the time, she is successful, shown through the consistent return to the beginning note. let's keep going. i would like to turn your attention to the main theme briefly. in the bass notes, you can hear arpeggios and outlined chords. this makes up the bulk of the accompaniment in the main game theme. [mod note: the rest of the essay, and some more propaganda, is continued under a cut because tumblr will not process more text than this in an indent. sorry to split it up, please continue below for the rest of the essay and additional propaganda (including art) !]

the third variation of granger's theme also has arpeggiated chords in the accompaniment while the melody features broken chords. at this stage, the pattern switches to eigth notes instead of the quarter notes at first. with greater movement and heightened senses, she runs throughout world and befriends other people, thus interacting further with the environment. while she isn't exactly someone we would call open, she is respectful to the people she first meets and has no problems with asking them for help when she needs it. because of her openness to working together, she speeds up her progress by asking for aid at obstacles that would be too difficult for her to overcome on her own, such as asking a teammate to break things, move things, or reach into smaller holes. fusing the main theme elements with her own theme marks this step as the inciting incident that sets her on the path to escape from this world. we'll continue.

continuing the same part, we hear some secondary fifths. i'm not entirely sure if this is what you call it, but it is a nod to the parallel key, D major. depending on what theory class you take, this could also be considered the other half of the key. i dont know how else to describe it, but i digress. these are glimpses to different dialogue options she could take, glimpses to a different key or a different ending. because this game only has one chapter ending so far, we are unsure of what other paths granger will end up in; we only know that there are certainly other endings she will experience, only to begin the cycle again when the save state is loaded for players to reach another ending. both A major and G major are chords that signify different choices that may lead her elsewhere only for her to return back to the tonic or main note, D. despite this, she keeps going, as will we.

at the midpoint of the track, we see a quick shift in patterns. instead of upward leaps in the notes, the melody falls in stepwise motion. true to the plot, this is another turning point of the game when she is forced to make a choice: continue or stop. after facing the spoiler event, her once determined personality is challenged as she struggles to keep herself and her team together. despite being the headstrong protagonist who spearheaded solutions, even now she finds herself doubting and taking smaller steps, smaller risks.

even after all of this, she rises to the challenge as the melody returns to its beginning sequence. true to a protagonist she gets up again despite the events that transpired and keeps her team moving in their lowest points. the thirds return as she finds more objects to solve more puzzles to open more rooms to save more friends. this repeating part of the track only solidifies her resolve as the piece ends with a broken chord in the main key, her key, of D minor. despite everything that transpired, she stayed true to herself."

the game is also so, so charming with the art, music, and story made by the same person… its so clearly loved and full of passion!! i love listening to the game's ost on occassion!! since it's all on youtube!

ok one last thing thing!! on may 8th, the game hit 100 downloads (on both steam and itch.io). you can see the creator of the game celebrate that with this lovely drawing of granger: https://twitter.com/NeverHome_Game/status/1655761270694633472

so at most, only a bit over 100 people have played the game… id like to say that makes it obscure!!

anyways granger and neverhome!! we love to see our protagonists put in horrific situations and isn't she super cute with a lil bow on her head? she is my daughter…

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#obscurecharactershowdown #obscure poll #finale #no significant harassment #rain world #granger neverhome #neverhome #long post

[pancake-breakfast]

Time to finish up volume 1 of TriMax!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 1, Chapters 5-6 below.

Chapter 5: Dancing Revolver

Gods, Vash always has to do that little hip jut, doesn't he?

Eyyy, geranium scene!

It's funny because geraniums are seen as almost plain here. They get used a lot in, like, planters for strip malls and such because they're hardy, drought-resistant beasts that need very little care and grow nicely from cuttings so they're cheap AF to reproduce and spread around. (BTW, if you ever want to add some pretty geraniums you see out in public to your yard/patio/whatever, you can just "borrow" a nice stem from that plant, take it home, and probably grow it for yourself.)

Vash is a growing boy. Of course he's thinking with his stomach.

As someone who has tended to them, I can confidently say that geraniums are definitely determined....

I'm sure he's trying to look somewhat fierce here, but mostly he just looks annoyed.

Uh oh. Vash might have the attention of someone who will try to do some damage.

Yeah... don't go pointing guns at people (purposely or no) if you're all tensed up. You might make a regrettable move.

Oh, no. I remember this guy from the anime. Please send him back where he came from.

LOL, this Elena girl is abandoning her duties to check out Vash the Stampede.

HAHAHAHAHAHA, it's the Vash slaughter song!

"Won't leave a single man alive." Vash, you're so full of shit right now, it's hilarious.

Sorry, Wolfwood. Now you have to deal with Vash being dramatic and calling attention to himself.

The funniest thing about this page to me is how Vash goes from screaming, "AAAAAAAA!!!" in Japanese to screaming, "AAAAAAAAA!!!" in English.

Pretty sure he just turned into a windmill of legs and coattails.

Yeah, from what I gather, bullet-proof vests don't keep you from getting nasty bruises and broken ribs. They just keep the hot lead from entering your body and doing the kind of damage that's harder to recover from.

He's remembering this morning's training session, I see.

Hey, Vash warned them....

Did he miss, though? Did he??

LOL, yeah, he did not.

This is, like, a Vash catchphrase at this point.

Well, if he didn't have Vash's attention before, he has it now.

Chapter 6: Sin

This doesn't have anything to do with the manga; I just want to note the number of times I've tried to navigate these pages by pushing left instead of right on my keyboard ('cause that's the way you read manga) is really, really high.

The contrast between the doctor's optimism and Brad's pessimism. Also, doc's viewing glass.

Wolfwood is having WAY too much fun spectating here. He looks like he's genuinely enjoying the chaos of it all.

Even scum can beg for its life when the tables are turned. Is the regret true and will it stick, or will being allowed mercy only open the door to further atrocities down the line? Do we have the right to decide?

Vash is making a choice, and it's not a choice to do nothing.

Hehhhh, people saying, "What do you know about my pain?" to Vash. Yes, this kind of pain is unique and individual, and Vash hasn't been through anything quite like losing a daughter in such a horrific fashion (that we know of; he is quite old), but he does understand both horrific loss and unimaginable betrayal, as well as the grief, self-blame, and feelings of utter helplessness that can come in its aftermath.

Poor Vash. He looks like hell after that fight. Probably feels like it, too.

Vash gave the father time to not become a murderer, and that's the sort of thing that would be of infinite value to Vash.

This panel, though. Important character notes here. In fact, one might say the only person Vash might not see as family on this planet is his very own twin.

The doctor sure has some trust in Vash getting out of things. And... he probably knows Vash well enough to know Vash would regret if his situation caused trouble for the doc and the rest of the people on that steamer.

LOL, Wolfwood, making a dramatic entrance, ready to bust through everything with hot lead and his beloved bike. He looks like an antihero arriving to save his kidnapped woman.

Hahahahahahaha, he pretty much buried Vash in rubble with that entrance. Mmmmmaybe didn't think it all the way through....

This panel has the same energy as Wolfwood telling Vash that kicking a rocket out of the air was "fucking stupid."

Awww, Wolfie, your heart of gold is showing....

We're just gonna ignore these panels where WW warns Vash that one of these days, pushing his luck won't work and he'll have to choose. I'm sure there's no foreshadowing in that whatsoever. Nope, none at all.

Ok, I tried to ignore it, but I also want to note I think Stampede did an excellent job capturing this running theme of how Vash is walking a precarious path trying not to choose. I don't remember that theme at all in '98. (Not saying it wasn't there; just saying it doesn't stand out in my memory.) Meanwhile, it's not just core to Vash's story in Stampede, but it's core to Meryl's and Wolfwood's stories in Stampede, too, even if in theirs, it's not mentioned so explicitly by the narrative.

Goshdarn it. That stupid Hitler-moustached, too-tall bowler hat guy is still here. Yes, yes, I know he wasn't dealt with so he can't just leave. But I want him to leave because it's better than him being in the narrative.

SEE?!!? GOOD PEOPLE DON'T HAVE PEOPLE PUPPETS LIKE THAT. SEND BOWLER HAT GUY BACK!!!

Uuuuhhhhh.... Look, I get that Legato (like a good percentage of the major characters in this story) likes fetish gear, but wearing a freaking iron maiden is taking it to a whole 'nother level.

Also, is he really big, or is this new creature person very small, or is the panel just framed weird for weird perspective? Questions....

Author Bonus Chapter: Gun Love Island

SALUTATIONS!!!

If this panel is meant to be the inside of Nightow's brain, it's a... very busy place. I do have a special appreciation for the dragon dissolving into a single sexy fishnet leg.

Oh, so the '98 anime had already started by the time this collection came out.

"First half of the story." LOL, half. Lies. But this might be a bit of a translation error. I've seen it elsewhere. Seems like (and I could be wrong here since I'm not a Japanese language expert by any means) the Japanese terms for parts of things don't necessarily mean equal parts like they do in English. To clarify, in English, if we say "a third," we mean 1/3 + 1/3 + 1/3 = 1, but the Japanese term that usually gets translated into 1/3 (三分; literally "three parts") can also mean 1/3 + 1/2 + 1/6 = 1. It's still referring to one part of three out of the whole, but that part is not necessarily equal to the other parts. Then again, the characters usually used for "half" are 半分 rather than 二分, and to the best of my knowledge, 半 does indeed mean equal halves, so maybe I'm wrong in this instance. I don't know, I'm not reading this in Japanese and I've only studied the language for like 3 years, which is nothing for Japanese.

Hahahahaha, sounds like Trigun is a bit of a case of the story running away with the author. It happens sometimes.

I'm also happy that people like Nightow's characters. Thank you very much.

#thank you all the manga readers who've come before me for keeping this manga going long enough to reach its conclusion #and eventually make its way back to me #trigun maximum #volume 1 #trigunbookclub #pancake thoughts

[kalebsocs]

A perfectly cut scream with the egos would be like this:

Marvin: hmm.. candycorn? :picks up a package of it someone left on the table:

Chase: why would anyone eat that? Only weird people like that!

Anti: spontaneously glitches into the room, sounding unusually friendly:

Anti: I LIKE CANDY CORN :D

Chase and Marvin: AAAAHHHHHH

I don't know who you are, or why you decided to give me your headcanons, but I fucking love that. Seems pretty accurate I'll say. Here might be my longer version of that w/ all the main 6.

Chase:

Chase has had bad experiences with most things related to most things childhood related. (I have this headcanon based on the "Lost the only two people that ever mattered to me." bit. Talk more about that later if you're interested.) So he doesn't like most kinds of candy.

The guy likes sweets, sure.

And it probably used to give him a sugar high when he was happier.

But childhood trauma might've only allowed Chase to like one or two kinds of candy.

I see him as a Snickers bar kinda dude, but that's probably because I like that shit as well.

"You're not you when you're hungry, dude."

Chase probably hates Candy Corn for the texture it provides, he probably used to eat just a tiny bit if his kid demanded he try it.

Oh yeah, and memories like that add to the candy trauma.

Henrik:

Henrik avoids candy for the obvious reason that he's a doctor and knows the danger of that much sugar.

I do imagine he also gets a sugar high, and it comes out in the form of a mad scientist.

The only candy that Henrik might accept is the Lollie pops he hands out to good patients. (children obvi) That stuff can last a little longer, so his sugar highs aren't as dangerous or explosive.

But this fucker might as well hiss at candy corn while sending cease-and-desist-related insults in German at anyone who offers the candy.

He considers those things to be caramel sugar pyramids with the sole purpose of a "get a cavity quick" scheme.

JJ:

Doesn't mind candy corn

He wouldn't choose to eat candy corn out of everything else, but he doesn't hate it like Chase and Henrik do.

He mainly likes the caramel flavor but dislikes how it can get stuck in his teeth.

He's also a Lollie Pop kinda guy, mainly for the old-timey feels.

It's either that or a good bar of dark chocolate.

JJ doesn't get a sugar high like the others, but he also just doesn't eat candy often.

Jackieboyman:

Jackie likes to eat candy corn mainly for the shits and giggles.

Stuff like hissing at mutuals with candy corn fangs, adding it as decoration to whatever sweet things he might make specifically for Halloween if his times aren't robbed by...bank robbers maybe?

As a superhero, he'll hand out candy to saved victims on Halloween.

Whereas his 'secret identity' self will give out baked goods (the only ones that aren't burnt to a crisp) to any Trick-or-Treaters that approach his apartment complex.

However, Jackie doesn't necessarily choose candy corn out of the many other candy types.

Jackie seems to be the kinda guy who loves sour candy

Marvin:

Marvin soooo hates candy corn.

He's kinda pompous and snobby when it comes to their candy tastes, so candy corn is basically the most peasant-like candy he can think of.

Hates everything about candy corn.

The colors remind them of stupid and boring traffic cones,

the texture gives "hard on the outside, soft on the inside" a bad name,

and the flavoring tastes sooo cheap to Marvin.

Give Marvin any kind of chocolate and they'll be happy though.

Anti:

Eats candy corn purely for the chaos

It's a move he'll make to taunt all the other egos into fighting them.

But Anti otherwise doesn't care about candy in general

Food in general seems silly to it because before he took Jack's comatose body, they didn't need food or the sensations of taste that food provides.

It doesn't matter how tasty or dogshit the food is, Anti will only eat it if it'll keep his current vessel alive or if it'll cause a reaction from the others

If you did ask and Anti would willingly answer though, Anti would say that its favorite food would be dead human corpses, it traumatizes everyone else around them, and he finds it hilarious.

#I like candy corn #I'm a monster #I get it #jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #jse egos #ask #jse anti #antisepticeye #jse chase #chase brody #jse marvin #marvin the magnificent #henrik von schneeplestein #dr schneeplestein #jameson jackson #jackieboy man #anon