#sometimes it was literally what was going on top of being a metaphor though. like when he just like

[liquidstar]

all of the previously untranslated "dear society" suddenly got uploaded to mangakakalot a couple weeks ago out of no where so yes i DID read it and yes i DID cry doing so. several times in fact. i really liked it.

#(these tags contain spoilers) #a lot of the visuals were genuinely so cool too #like the way metaphorical immediacy was used to symbolize emotions was just perfect #i especially loved this one scene in the early chapters where hanakos telling kanesho who she likes #and is drawn as if shes stabbing him in the chest #and there isnt a cut back to ''reality'' for it- its fully depicted as if thats whats going on even though the audience clearly #just a metaphor #sometimes it was literally what was going on top of being a metaphor though. like when he just like #casually took out his old school uniform and burned it in some random ladys fire #the timeskip was also funny bc he was so ''damn. i hate society but i participate in it. curious.'' #also i like how hanako wasnt the wife foreshadowed at the start #like his initial crush on here was obvs pretty dependent but not in an unusual way for young teens lol #but it shows that that doesnt really matter passed highschool. like he said himself his world grew #i also really liked mizuho he was just a really cool guy #i fully expected him to be a bait and switch douchebag but he really wasnt. he was just cool and supportive #even when he got dumped! like #kanesho apologizing bc he likes girls and cant force himself to be in a relationship w a guy #(and mizuho at the time interpreters this to mean hes a lesbian) #his response is just. you have nothing to apologize for.... #ALSO a big fan of kino he was just such a great mentor for kanesho #obviously w different experiences like kino says. hes a gay man and kanesho is a trans guy so its different #but theres overlap and solidarity. they were both unfairly ostracized at school and kino was such a great support bc hes BEEN THERE #when he graduates and leaves his uniform for kanesho w the note ''now its your turn'' #dude. unreal. screaming crying throwuing up #loved the school nurse too she was just so supportive and nice. thank you school nurse for being cool. sorry i forgor your name

[scarletwinterxx]

je ne sais quoi - jaehyun

this man posted on ig and suddenly i'm here writing😅 srsly like he's sooooooooo boyf material it's making me mad hahah anyways hope you like this one.

this can be a part 2 of this scenario, someone commented for a p2 so here you go😅🤍

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: a bit suggestive, fluff, whipped jaehyun

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"Babe, what's your 2024 goal?"

You hear your boyfriend ask from beside you, letting out a chuckle before answering him. Something he might not expect to hear

"Be pregnant"

It was almost comical, the way his head turned towards you in a slowmo manner like he did not just hear those words right.

"What?" you asked, blinking innocently back at him. When he kept on staring at you, you couldn't help but burst out laughing. Leaning over rest your head on his chest.

You feel him kiss the top of your head, "I mean if that's what you want, I'm sure I can make it happen"

Snickering at his words, you know he's smirking right now without even looking at him. "Is that what they mean when they say fuck around and find out"

He laughs, pulling you even closer to him. Doesn't matter the rest of the couch is vacant, he wants you always as near to him as possible. After the surprise you gave him on his birthday, the man's practically (and sometimes literally) on his knees for you. Jaehyun wasted no time to ask you to be officially his. And even though the two of you started out on a casual relationship, you were elated to finally call the fine young man your boyfriend.

And it's been a fairytale ever since. If Jaehyun was lowkey before, it definitely changed now. Any time the two of you are in public, best believe he will find a way to stick by your side the entire time. His eyes stay on you and only you.

"But like really? is that your goal for next year?"

"Why? Do you not want kids?"

"I want kids with you, that's the only correct answer for me"

His words got you folding, ready to give him all. If he said he wants to have your kids then who are you to say no.

"You can't tell me that when I have the worst baby fever, like seriously. Just imagine our kid in cute outfits this time around oh my god"

"I mean if we get to it right now I'm sure we'll have a baby by Christmas next year"

You don't know if he's being serious or just indulging you right now. But the very thought of a baby that looks just like Jaehyun is enough to make your ovaries explode metaphorically.

"Shut up, now you're just teasing me" you hit him on the chest

"Babe, you would definitely know if I'm teasing you"

"Are you like serious though, no fucking around. Do you want to have kids? maybe not now but in the future something like that" you mumble

He smiles while listening to you. It's like you have no idea how precious you are to him, you can ask him for anything and he'll always do your bidding. You can ask him for the stars, he'll map out the entire universe for you.

"Yes, and I was being serious. In the future, I want to have kids with you. I'm in it for the long run baby. I don't really see anyone else being the mother of my children"

"Children, so as in plural" you giggle

"Yea, but it's up to you. How many you want, that's how may I want to"

You look up at him, smiling so big it almost hurts. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Jeong Jaehyun?" you whisper

"As you do, my love. I don't even understand it sometimes, all I know is you're on my mind always" he said looking straight in your eyes

He holds the back of your neck, pulling your face towards his until your lips are against his. He can feel you smile against the kiss, making him do the same. You move from sitting beside him to sitting on his lap, his other hand holding your hip in place.

The two of you get lost in each other's touch, kiss until you run out of breath. He kisses your face, down your neck until he finds the spot only he knows about. The one that makes you squirm and make all the pretty noises he's crazy about.

"At this rate, you're going to give me a child before new year comes" you breathed out. Hugging his head against you. You can feel his lips continue on doing the magic, it will definitely leave a mark you thought.

"Should I start calling you daddy now?" you rasped out, vou feel him stop what he was doing,

"Oh you're definitely getting it now" he says before standing up, lifting you along. Hands under your thigh's as he carries you towards the bedroom, your giggles echoing down the halls.

#fic #nct #story #nct imagine #nct au #nct fluff #nct boyfriend #nct jaehyun #nct reads #nct smut #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun au #jaehyun scenario #jaehyun boyfriend

[biggiedraws]

okay i just finished rewatching fma brotherhood and can we please talk about how fuckin 15 ed is. like lots of anime protagonists are 15 but ed is *so* 15.

like- he needs to disguise the car so he makes it into a 15 year olds idea of a really cool car, and its so cringe the adults force him to change it. he makes ling a sword and puts a little skull on the handle (for literally no reason except that he presumably thought it would be cool, even though they were in the middle of getting their asses kicked by envy) and then gets defensive when ling calls it lame. he gets riled up unbelievably easily over NOTHING. his fighting style is scrappy- hes experienced but not disciplined, and he'll use whatevers on hand to get the job done. he'll mess around in the middle of a fight, use unnecessarily flashy moves/weapons, and hes just generally a nuisance in combat. he gets really flustered when people insinuate that winry is his girlfriend, and then when he DOES confess to her 2 years later he uses a fucking alchemy metaphor because hes a NERD.

im saying all of this with affection by the way- hes a cringe 15 year old because 15 year olds are cringe! i feel like most of the time these high school age protagonists are basically just adult characters with more naive ideals, or theyre a bit more emotional, or they have "childish" interests. ESPECIALLY with these high stakes action-adventure stories, where the fate of the world is in their hands. but a kid can have the weight of the world on their shoulders and still handle their emotions poorly, act recklessly, goof off at inappropriate times, and generally think and act in a way that adults wouldnt. and still be mature and competent characters! i mean, ed is a GREAT protagonist. he has a full understanding of the stakes and he knows how and when to get serious. but he also does shit like breaking into a secret government laboratory, alone, in the middle of the night, with no plan, and nearly gets himself killed in the process. because hes a reckless kid! and if he HADNT done that, they never would have found out the enemys plan in time!

and its just so perfectly executed- instead of childish traits being sprinkled on top of adult problem solving and emotional regulation, him being 15 informs how he acts all the time! sometimes this is a good thing because he solves problems in a unique way, and sometimes it causes even MORE problems. its a fundamental aspect of his character that contributes to both his strong and weak points.

and my absolute favourite part is that hes still treated like a person worthy of his title and reputation- not only by the adult characters, but by the narrative itself. but he isnt treated like an adult either! the adults around him dont talk down to him, but they also dont have adult expectations of him. theres a whole bit about how the adults shouldnt stand by while the children are on the battlefield- insinuating that while the children are worthy of standing on the battlefield alongside them, they also feel some responsibility to lead them since theyre the adults. which is super reasonable! its probably the best take on adult mentor figures for child main characters ive ever seen.

and yeah theres an argument to be made that it was pretty fucked up of mustang to recruit ed to the military at 12 years old. but he was super upfront with him about what it would entail and didnt force him into it. so watching it as an adult, yeah, its fucked up. but the target audience is kids and thats how kids want to be treated! yeah its a lot of responsibility, but ed knew that going in AND he has a huge support network of trustworthy adults who are looking out for him. hes fine. and hes DEFINITELY better off than most high school age protagonists, who are just sort of thrust into high stakes, life-threatening situations with little guidance. the dynamic is less "you are The Chosen One who will singlehandedly save the world" and more "i mean you certainly have the skills and we really appreciate you working with us but what the fuck is a child doing in the military. who authorized this?? youre going to get yourself killed PLEASE be more careful!" and like. if youre gonna have a show about a 15 year old saving the world, then thats definitely the way to do it.

and what really seals the deal is how pissed ed gets when people treat him like a kid. thats the most 15 year old thing ever! he FEELS like hes being talked down to and disrespected just because hes not given the same expectations and responsibilities as the adults. watching it as a 20 year old im super impressed by the way the adults treat ed, but i can also understand why ed gets so frustrated. its the nature of being a teenager and thinking you can handle more than you can. which really just solidifies how fuckin 15 he is

btw im not saying ed is the only well written teenager in the show. hes just the clearest example- hes so LOUD about who he is and it makes it really easy to talk about his character traits. also hes like my favourite character ever and i just have to talk about him. so like al and the rest are also really convincing kids, and a lot of this stuff kind of applies to all of them! im just talking about ed because i want to lmfao

#i dont really have a thesis here i just love it #great writing and so fun to watch #fullmetal alchemist #fma #fmab #edward elric #analysis

[tranquilpetrichor]

afternoon with a ghost

synopsis: it's just another regular weekend for you, visiting your boyfriend in the land of the living.

cast: non!idol taerae (zb1) x gn!ghost reader

genre: ghost au, comfort, light fluff, light angst

wc: 1k (1082)

warnings: references to reader's death, mentions of a drunk driver, joking about stealing boba, pet names used, cursing

notes: another wtf is eris writing moment. i'm not really on something when i think of my writing ideas, but i'm on something, you know what i mean?

taglist: @restlessmaknae

taerae attempted to stab the top of his strawberry milk tea (a recommendation from ricky) with a straw, resulting in some liquid spilling out from the top.

he frowned and tried again, this time, managing to successfully puncture a hole at the top so that he could drink his sugary drink in peace.

you laughed at him and his struggle with the drink. "you would think that after being friends with me for so long, it'd be easier for you to do that. how often do we get boba?"

"not as often as we used to, love."

you laid your head on his shoulder like usual, and he glanced over—he's still not used to the chills he gets when he's around you, metaphorically and literally.

taerae was also not used to how transparent you were, like the glass on his shower door. how he could see the other side of his couch through your torso. but he never stared for too long—he knew when you were aware of him doing that.

but most of all, he wasn’t used to you referring to your hangouts as if you were still alive and well.

you yawned. "well, you're very busy, and i'm very dead. still, it's nice to hang out. do your friends know you've been talking to a ghost?"

"even if they did, i'm sure they wouldn't believe me," he said, shrugging. "i get it, honestly. i'll tell them, eventually."

smiling, you took your own boba cup, piercing the top with one clean stab of the straw. in life and death, brown sugar milk tea would always be your favorite. mortifyingly sweet, but tasty.

"of course, this can be our little secret for a while longer. how's the singing channel going?"

he laughed. "it's alright. you should listen to the new infinite cover medley i uploaded!"

your eyes widened and you nodded in approval. "wow, you really have been busy. when i get the chance, i will, don't worry."

a small grin appeared on his face.

"i'll hold you to it."

"even though i'm dead?" you asked sarcastically.

"yea, who said you being dead would stop me from making you stream my videos? i do technically need views and more engagement."

he took another few sips of the milk tea. god, it was hard to maintain the perfect ratio of tea to boba pearls. you were always able to do so, after all, you were considered the expert on all things boba.

you hummed and tapped your chin with your pointer finger. considering your transparent appearance, the motion did look odd to taerae.

"i'll consider it."

you put your drink down on the coffee table, laid your body across the couch, and rested your head on his lap, causing him to feel a light but odd sensation on his skin.

he grinned. "wow, you're so cold, y/n."

"no shit, sherlock. but you're here with me anyways."

the two of you laughed simultaneously.

"because i missed you. even if you're only occasionally able to visit, some time with you is better than none at all.”

you stared up at his face, no doubt taking in his dimples and other facial features.

"cute," you muttered under your breath. this was a common habit of yours, laying your head on his lap, sometimes saying whatever came to mind, and other times, saying nothing at all. it was a relaxing time for both of you.

his face softened even more while staring at you. for a few more minutes, maybe he could pretend it was all okay.

some days, it hurt more than others, seeing you and wishing your life hadn't been cut short by a reckless and drunk driver. you told him not to be so down about it, but he couldn't help but think of the ways the scenario could have been prevented. other days, he'd forget about the incident, only to recall it suddenly.

what hurt most of all was that taerae had envisioned a beautiful and vibrant future with you, one that would never come to fruition.

maybe it was a little delusional, you'd both have a house with a room for instruments, go on semi-frequent boba runs, and lovingly annoy the shit out of each other for eternity. and now, the possibility of that was gone.

he closed his eyes. "i know that i can't logically date a ghost, but believe me, i would try if it was you. i miss you."

for some reason, logic and reason always seemed to find the door when it came to his feelings for you.

your gaze pierced through his soul. "i know, taerae, and i hope you can move on. i love you, but you know that you have to live your life."

he sighed and gazed at the steady rise and fall of your chest. "of course, y/n."

you easily sat up, picked up your boba, and floated beside him. "now, let's move on from depressing stuff, shall we? i still haven't asked you for your opinion on the drink."

he looked at his half-empty cup. "i like it. i'm glad i didn't order it any sweeter, though—it's refreshing as it is. i'll have to tell ricky his recommendation was pretty solid."

"as for you," he continued. "you'll never stop drinking brown sugar milk tea, will you?"

"until the day i die—oh wait. until i'm reincarnated into someone who absolutely hates boba, i will never give up the chance for that drink."

you hummed thoughtfully to yourself. "you know, i could steal it. i don't think any of the employees over at that boba place can see ghosts. but i won't, because i'm a semi-nice person."

taerae laughed. "to be fair, you didn't think i could see them either. but here we are."

"yeah, you're right. even that only happens every once in a blue moon."

he stood up, watching you take a few more sips of your drink. "can't get rid of me, y/n. even when you're dead."

you rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile. "would never dream of it. but please. like i said, don't let me hold you back from a great future."

he paused. "y/n, you could never hold me back. if anything, you keep me going."

you giggled lightly. "then let's keep going, until the end."

maybe taerae's future wouldn't be one he had planned or expected. but as long as he had his favorite ghost by his side, he was sure things would be easier.

#kflixnet #kwritersworldnet #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 drabbles #zb1 scenarios #zb1 fluff #zb1 reactions #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone scenarios #zerobaseone reactions #zerobaseone drabbles #zerobaseone fluff #tranquilpetrichorfic

[try-set-me-on-fire]

every moment points towards the aftermath

Ok this is literally the most self indulgent little au snippet, I’m not even putting it on ao3. They’re wrestlers. Bluff City is like Atlantic City, but weirder. You can listen here.

For awhile, in the beginning, every time Eddie meets Buck the other man has blood in his teeth.

They're in the ring, the first time, so it's hardly surprising. Eddie can taste copper, too. His tongue throbs where he bit it when Buck had dropped on him from the top rope, after a ridiculous spin he shouldn't have been able to pull off with his height. It's scripted, and Eddie tries not to be a romantic about that much later, shoving down the obvious metaphor that they were prewritten somewhere, by someone. It's scripted, Eddie wins the match but Buck steals the belt, and several other beats along the way that make the crowd scream. Eddie's not sure he's ever gone over so well, but this is also hardly surprising when he's never in his life felt more alive. The script couldn't have known the way he feels when their body's move together. When he slams Buck to the mat and their faces are inches from each other and Buck is grinning, teeth crimson and eyes so blue, Eddie feels like he's on fire, and like he'd be happy to let himself burn.

The second time - when he'd been unable to stop thinking about that night in the ring, when he'd already been in talks with Bobby Nash to bring him over to the Firehouse, maybe get a tag team going, maybe see how far they can take a good thing - they're at a bar and they didn't even come together. He's just… here. He's just here, because his house is empty, because Chris is with his parents tonight, because when he'd dropped him at the door his mother said "you can stay" in a tone that meant he really couldn't, because when he drives towards home the preacher on the radio is talking about ghosts and long distances, because he doesn't think his presence will make a difference in his house being empty, because he doesn't want to sit waiting for the phone to ring and flinching when it does. So, he's here and it's packed because it's raining, though it's the kind of place that would be packed regardless of the weather, and the crowd surges against him and Buck is dumped out of it, practically into Eddie's lap. His top lip is split and bleeding into his mouth and he's laughing as he steadies himself with a hand on Eddie's shoulder.

"Oh," he says when he gets upright enough to look at Eddie's face. "It's you." His finger swims as he points it at him, and Eddie's not sure if he's drunk, concussed, or just showy. "Eddie Diaz." The finger turns into a hand outstretched for a shake.

"Buck…" Eddie takes the hand, tilts his head. "You got another name?"

"Not really," Buck shrugs. "Yeah, a few." The crowd behind them churns again, and he says "I should get out of here," in a tone that means you could come with me.

He doesn't. He lets go of his hand, and Buck shrugs again, his smile a little… something, that Eddie doesn't know how to quantify. He takes a step backwards and the crowd swallows him whole.

The next time is the thing with the-

Well, actually between that they're in the ring together a bunch of times because instinct was right and Hotshot and Firebrand are a tag team people start coming to see, and at the celebratory team barbecues at Bobby's place Buck shares his beer with Eddie, one bottle they pass back and forth. Buck meets Christopher because Eddie's car had broken down and he was desperate not to be late picking him up from his parents, and they get on like a house on fire. Buck sleeps on his couch sometimes after matches or on weekends or whenever he feels like it, and Buck cooks meals in his unused kitchen, and Buck answers the phone when Eddie can’t make himself do it. Eddie doesn't ask what's on the other end of the line, and Buck doesn't tell him. Eddie still barely knows anything about him, doesn't know where he goes when they're not at the ring or Bobby's place or Eddie's house, if he has a job outside of wrestling or other friends or a family, but Buck still fits into his life like they have opposing ridges, a key and a lock.

And actually, that first time in the ring with the blood in the teeth is not the first time they met. They'd shook hands half an hour before, gone over the moves they were going to hit. And before that, years before that, when Eddie was still wrestling in a mask and hadn't disappointed anybody yet, he'd been in the crowd on Buck's first night up there under the lights where he'd been booked to lose but fought like hell anyway. Eddie had been there because his sister had a crush on Buck's opponent, they weren't even close to the ring, but Eddie found himself leaning forward in his seat, trying to make out the expression on his face as he was ground into the canvas.

So the timelines already fucked, but the next time after the bar, the time when he meets Evan Buckley, is the thing with the guy who had a crab for a face.

"A horseshoe crab is not technically a crab," Buck says, tilting his head back to stop the nosebleed. Eddie, helplessly, is trying to retrace steps to figure out how he got here. There was a match with stakes that didn't seem very high except for the way Bobby and Buck's eyes got tight whenever they were talking to the other federation backstage, and the desperate way Buck grabbed his arm as they were about to go out and told him "Don't take any offer they give you." And Eddie didn't know what that meant but then he was pinned to the mat and the guy, who was skinny and smelled like the ocean, was whispering in his ear about Shannon, who is gone, but sometimes the phone rings and he can hear her on the other end of the line. And the whole room was angry, Eddie and the other wrestlers and the crowd, and Eddie had fought for real, broke kayfabe, and they'd had to actually book it out the back door, Bobby nowhere to be seen, Hen and Chim waving at them from the van to hurry up, and then a tall man in a long coat had stepped out of nowhere and elbowed Buck in the face and Eddie had swung without thinking and his hand hit chitin where he'd been expecting flesh.

"They're more closely related to spiders and scorpions and stuff," Buck continues as Bobby runs up to the two of them. Three of them, Eddie supposes, the crab man is still out cold on the ground.

"Buck!" Bobby does the panicked parent pat down, frantically tapping his hands up Buck's arms and landing on either side of his head to check that he's whole and uninjured. Eddie did it himself when Chris tripped on the boardwalk the other day. It makes his chest feel tight. "You're okay? I called Athena. You're alright?"

Buck nods, eyes sliding to Eddie, and then Bobby is looking at him too. And there's a crab man, right there on the ground, and Eddie's wife is dead but calls him sometimes, and he's very dizzy all of a sudden and here is Buck, close, eyes blue.

"You've got blood," Eddie says weakly, "in your teeth."

And Eddie doesn't faint, but things do get a little fuzzy for a bit and then he's sitting at the back of the van, which is parked closer now, but angled so he cant see what's happening where they were before. He looks down at his wrestling boots on the pavement of the parking lot and thinks a reprimand in his father's voice.

"You grow up here?" Buck is next to him, tapping his toes together, gazing vaguely out into the night. Eddie looks at him, lit from behind by the overhead light in the van. "In Bluff?"

"Yeah?" Eddie's not sure why it comes out as a question.

Buck nods. "I'm from… out of town. I thought you might also- you kind of have the vibe, sometimes." He flashes a grin at Eddie, and his teeth are clean. "But maybe you're just a tight ass."

Eddie kicks him, and he laughs. "Outta town? Like Trenton?"

"Like… farther. Like Blough."

"Blue?" Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"Buckaroo." Athena is standing in front of them, suddenly, in a long coat of her own. The nickname is kind, the tone is a warning.

"Yeah," Buck says again. "I know. I trust him, though."

"It's not just you that you have to trust him with," she says like she's had to remind him of this before.

"I know," he repeats, eyes just a little stubborn, and Eddie has no idea what this argument is about but still moves his arm a little so it's in contact with Buck's. It's not difficult. They're sitting very close.

"We'll talk," Athena says after a stretched out moment. He's not sure which of the two it's directed at.

"What's going to happen with the-" Eddie gestures more or less in the direction.

"We'll take care of it."

Eddie looks up at her. "What is your… job, again?" He must have learned it, at some point, some get together. Bobby talks about his wife with admiration and frequency.

"Coast guard," she says, and for the life of him he cannot tell if it's a joke.

"Right. Because of the… right."

"Right." She stares down at him before seeming to decide he passed the assessment, and turns to Buck. "You should still lay low for a few days."

"Okay." He glances at Eddie like he's trying not to glance at Eddie.

"You can stay at my place," Eddie says, and his tone means the same.

And they'll go home and Buck will tell him his name, and about his sister, and his parents, and a little about where he came from and how he got here, and he'll talk around Bobby's role in things, and Hen and Chim, because those parts aren't his to tell but they're written all over his life anyway, and it'll all be absolutely unbelievable but Eddie will believe it anyway.

But for now they're sitting in the back of a van and their arms are warm where they're pressed together, and Buck is smiling and it's-

It's something. It's something, and Eddie wants to figure out what.

#Shannon is not dead #or well she might be #ghost was one of the options I was thinking but Inlike either she’s trapped in Blough or she’s a selkie more #Chris does talk to ghosts though I think he makes friends with Daniel #Bobby is also from Blough but he’s been here for years #Athena is high level Concern and has been covering up for him and later Buck #and then also Maddie when she crosses over #hen and Chim know everything but are bluff city originals #buddie #my writing

[megabuild]

this was like a five minute doodle just to get the concept down but ive been thinkin about greggory..

obvious full disclaimer him being more human shaped is inspired by qsmp fanarts ofc. pushes that out of the way

ive talked a little about nl!olipix here and here but tldr oli ""dies"" at the end of empires and runs away and leaves olipelago to greggory. pixelle gets nothing in his will btw which he doesnt really care about on like a physical level because hes more upset about his boyfriend fucking dying but there is a part that stings that hes not even mentioned in the will despite them being so close he feels a little like oh so did that not mean anything to you.. but thags his issue.

the most immediate problem is that greggory is like not competent enough to live alone or maintain the olipelago. sorry. he's still in his shell at this point and like six months old tops he's baby. pixelle was already lowkey his parent because he babysat and hung out with oli a lot so it sort of happens naturally.. plus as a dragon its honestly a bit more like a slightly higher maintenance cat. who can breathe fire once hes out of the shell a couple months down the line. thats scary.

pix wraps up work on the ancient capital and moves back to the city to continue his previous job but things don't work out for .. various reasons. he's literally still like part ghost. but when he moves he takes greggory with him ofc because like he can't leave him alone... pix doesn't actually like children he was really bad with hermes but gregg grows on him. maybe in part because he's not really a child he's a dragon like i said. until. har har.

at about a year old greggory starts mimicking the humans around him a lot better than he was before. like. he starts walking on two legs. and at first pixelle is like lol how cute and then he seriouses because oh shit what the fuck raising dragons is sort of not really that common especially not in this sort of environment. on the rare occasions they've been tamed before they've been wiled beasts and this is an ender dragon which is nigh unheard of. (Violet from arc 1 still exists but is a very difficult and separate case that doesn't apply.) so suddenly instead of a little kittycat this thang is trying to walk and grab things with his little claw hands and vocalising (he doesn't have vocal chords capable of human speech but he does little grunts and stuff it's cute.) pixelle is equal parts fascinated from a scholarly pov but also like oh my god i am not qualified at all for this what the fuuuck

this is the point that makes pixelle sit up and go ok i need to unghost myself because i cant. raise my weird son like this. (his entire ghost thing is a weird metaphor for depression and trauma and grief because all the ghosts in aoyuer are about that. so yea) and then him and greggory go do that and its a whole thing i wont get into but it leads into him entering the land that new life is set in and meeting oli again who he had kind of figured out was alive and was trying to track down but didnt expect it to happen here. and so begins their divorce arc

fun notes though: pixelle calls greggory omelette sometimes as a cute nickname! he suggested that as a name when he was still in his egg. sort of mean. also since gregg can't speak english pix learns and then teaches him sign language ^_^ at the start of new life / arc 3 he's only a basic communicator but can get his point across usually.

oli is by no means a bad dad he's just not a great one either. it's clear he tries very hard and he does love gregg. part of the reason he leaves him is BECAUSE he loves him and he recognises he's not really able to raise him and it would be unfair to drag him along wherever he plans on going post empires... but that doesn't make it right etc etc. Hes aware of that too and feels generally awful about the whole thing... His and greggorys relationship is weird and strained at the start but he tries by god does he try. And they make it work eventually. They have to get through the horrors first though.

#mine #aoyuer #gregg

[adobe-outdesign]

What are your thoughts on the Finizen line? I like the concept and the gimmick (Palafin gets a second form that only comes out during battle to relate to superheroes and secret identities), but Palafin’s “civilian” mode just looks too similar to Finizen. I mean, I still love them because they’re adorable, but Gamefreak couldn’t have made a few more changes to Palafin’s “civilian” mode?

It's hard to believe it took us this long to get a dolphin Pokemon. It was never something I was personally all that excited for, but I actually have a major soft spot for this line thanks to the silly superhero gimmick.

Finizen itself is incredibly cute (I once heard someone describe it as a "littlest pet shop character" and have never been unable to unsee that since). I'm not much of an IRL dolphin person, but even I'll admit that I find it adorable.

nothing spectacular but nice looking, and a good "safe" design that won't disappoint those who wanted a traditional dolphin. Little details like the wave patterns alone the side and dorsal fine, the ring on the tail, the pink in the eyes and blowhole, and the counter shading going up over the eye add a bit of flavor to an otherwise plain design.

My only tiny visual nitpick is that the countershading on the eye creates this weird little tension point right at the beak where it flares out instead of just seamlessly merging with the underbelly. It's obviously very minor, but it's just a weird enough choice to bug me.

GameFreak I don't think you tried at all with this artwork

I actually think Palafin's zero-form design works. If this was the evolution and there was nothing else to it, that would be incredibly lazy and underwhelming; but we have an entirely different form to accompany it that looks drastically different, so it's more like the "evolution" is hidden behind its ability.

More importantly, it plays into the superhero theme; it secretly gains powers, with this form being its secret identity. You even have to recall it in battle in order for it to switch to its other form, with the pokeball acting as a metaphorical phone booth. The red spot even kind of resembles the Superman logo.

I do wish they went into the lore of this a bit more though; like, why does it refuse to transform in front of people? It's not like it literally has a secret identity or family it needs to protect or something. Saying something like "Transforming leaves it open to attack, so it doesn't like to change its appearance in front of others" would add a lot to the concept.

Speaking of the alternate form, I have... mixed feelings on it. On the one hand, I love fun gimmick Pokemon, and Palafin is no exception—I like it enough that I actually use a Palafin on my main team in SV. But the other hand, the design is a bit... questionable.

Don't get me wrong; theme-wise, it's great. A superhero motif is maybe a little questionable to be put on a dolphin (given that they're basically Ocean Fratboys), but it probably references how they sometimes save people from drowning. Regardless, we haven't really had a proper classic superhero Pokemon before, so it's very much a niche that's nice to fill.

However, in terms of design, I will never forget how leaks were coming out before the release on Reddit at like 3 AM, and the topmost upvoted comment when Palafin dropped was just "am I still awake?", which I think pretty accurately sums it up.

First, the design is weirdly humanoid in a bad way. It's mildly distressing that it sports human fingers and pectoral muscles for no reason; was it that hard to make a top-heavy dolphin with normal flippers for arms?

I also feel like the water (mucus?) accents on the body are a bit too much, and feel pretty forced compared to everything else. The gloves, for example, could've just been white wave-like markings over the lower flipper, similar to Finizen's dorsal fin. I don't think it needed to be this literal to work. I also find the eyes particularly weird; I though initially they were just big ol' bushy eyebrows with squinty eyes, but instead they're these weird goggle things that end up looking somewhat uncanny.

I also think that it has a weird lack of visual connection to its zero-form design; to the point where I'm pretty sure they were designed by two completely separate people. The only visual similarities are the rings on the tail, the chest marking, and the dorsal fin marking (both of which have changed shape). Everything else, from body shape to markings to colors, are completely different. Ideally, you would be able to look at it and see the connection between the two, but when you send Palafin out to battle in its hero form, it feels like you just sent out a completely different Pokemon entirely.

Overall, as a whole, I do really like this line, and it might be one of my personal favorites from Paldea; Finizen is cute and Palafin has a fun gimmick and unique theme. I just wish the hero design was a bit less uncanny and a bit more in-line with the zero form. (I also wish that you didn't need multi-player to evolve it—but that's beside the point.)

#finizen #palafin #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon reviews

[grievedeeply]

Headcanons for dating Max AND Laura. As in together. Pleaseeeee

ahhhh yes a polyamorous request! i was hoping i would get one of these eventually so thank you for this anon. might be kinda short though! you can imagine laura and max also being together in this, or not. it's not important so it's up to your brain to decide!

gn!reader

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tws: max turns into a werewolf as he does in the game, violence (descriptions of max being bitten), mentions of ptsd, depression, etc. some angst. most of this is happy though and nothing is very descriptive

dating laura kearny and max brinly (the quarry)

being in a relationship with both of them feels exactly like a fever dream. it's too good to be true (in your eyes). they're both so incredible in their own ways

you have very special, unique bonds with both of them. you cherish them both so much in different ways, but the two of them mean more to you than you can express in words

max was the one who showed interest in you first. he's a bit clumsy and trips over his own feet (both metaphorically and literally), sometimes, but he won you over with his smile and his kindness

laura was more reserved in keeping her feelings to herself. she wasn't ready to handle rejection from you, so she decided to admire you from afar. if you expressed any type of interest in her, she would go for it

you love laura for her confidence and her heart. she's always in tune with you and your emotions, even when she isn't around

you'll wake up to texts saying "are you okay?" and "how are you doing?" on some days. she just knows how you feel, no matter what

while laura might be the one who notices first, max is usually the one by your side the quickest. he's got his arm wrapped around your shoulder, asking you if you want to talk to him about anything

he's really good at listening. he knows just how to comfort you simply by being with you, and you're beyond grateful for it

the two of them know it's not a competition to win you over, that you love both of them and that they have nothing to be jealous of, but it does happen sometimes

it's a healthy relationship between all three of you, but they do play around a lot. laura teases him for being all sappy with you and staring at you like a puppy, and max rebukes it by saying how she's always hovering around you wanting your attention

it's funny to watch, but you usually butt in and remind them that there's enough of you to go around

max goes red when you say that, of course. he gets flustered really easily. you think it's adorable and if you tell him that, he gets even more embarrassed

we'll get the angsty bits out of the way relatively quickly so we can move on to happy things <3

when max gets bit, you're terrified for him. you thought he was going to die. you saw whatever that thing was on top of him, and it looked as if he were being torn apart

you nearly froze up when it attacked him, having to force your limbs into moving over to him as you and laura pulled him up the steps

tears were welling in your eyes. you were so far away from a hospital and there was no one else there to help you, but you were knocked out before you could dig yourself deeper into that hole

your months with the cop and in the cell were like torture. you were in the cell between the two of them, and there was nothing that you wanted to do more than hug them again

you saw max transform, too. you saw the bloodthirsty look in his eyes, put you could've swore you saw the loving man you'd come to be with staring back at you, too

after he gets cured, it's very emotional for the three of you. you all take awhile to spend time together, because you all know you need a break from the world

you'll get frequent nightmares of max still being a werewolf. he always holds you in his arms, his hands running through your hair or pressing kisses across your head to calm you down

"i'm okay. nothing's gonna happen to me, hun. i promise." he'd reassure you, his voice so gentle it makes you forget about everything

laura struggles with the same things you do, and the three of you all depend on each other even more after everything that happened at the quarry

moving on (we can pretend the happy stuff is in another universe or something) 

max is a bigger fan of physical affection than laura is. he just loooves hugging you, cuddling you, holding you, everything. he's a sucker for affection especially when it comes from you

he's always wanting to cuddle up next to you, especially when he gets tired. he has trouble sleeping sometimes but he finds it so easily to sleep with you wrapped up in his arms

laura shows you she loves you in other ways more than she does with physical touch. she won't ever say no to a cuddling session with you, though <3

she buys you gifts a lot, finding things she thinks you'd like or getting you things you mentioned wanting once months ago. she has a great memory

they both love taking you out on dates! they do it in different ways, but they love spending their time with you doing fun things or going out to dinner

max will do a large variety of things when he takes you out. it just depends on what he thinks you'd want to do more. he takes you on a picnic in the middle of a beautiful field and others the water park, sometimes a fancy dinner, it all changes

laura's usually asking you what you want to do. she doesn't want to mess anything up, but she will choose where to go sometimes as a surprise date. she picks a few different places and lets you choose. but she'll take you to the others eventually 

laura is less shy about pda than max is, wanting to show you off to the world in a very obvious way. she doesn't go all out though, wanting to save the meaningful touches for the comfort of your home, but she does love holding your hand and wrapping her arm around you

max always loves physical affection. he's just worried you won't like it. after he sees you with laura and how comfortable you look with her, he becomes less awkward about taking your hand in public

they're both big on telling you how much they love you verbally, too. it's second nature to say "i love you" if they're leaving or at the end of any conversation

this is so random, but i love the idea of dancing with max in the rain

he's totally a sucker for romance movies and if he sees the window of opportunity to kiss you in the rain, he WILL do it. it's on his bucket list and it's always been something he wanted to do

laura just laughs at it, but she'll join you two and get soaked in the process. the three of you standing like idiots in the middle of the road, holding each others hands and dancing like no ones watching

they talk about you a lot. they talk about what you want for your birthday or that cute thing you did earlier. they gush over you when you're not around

if you walk in on them they'll just brush it off, looking really awkward as they try to make it seem like they weren't just sitting on the carpet across from each other with huge smiles on their faces

laura is more assertive than max is, and as a result, she'll be more verbally protective of you than he is. while her attention would be on whoever hurt you somehow, he'd be with you, keeping your eyes on him and talking to you about anything

they care about you a lot and would go to lengths to keep you safe. they can't really imagine their lives without you anymore

you're like a light to them. you make them both so happy and always manage to make them laugh even when you're feeling down

max's humor always puts a smile on your face. he tells a lot of dumb jokes to make you laugh if you're upset

laura's okay with just sitting in silence with you until you're ready to talk, or just as a way of comforting you

as mentioned before, you have unique relationships with both of them, but you love them equally. you love how they care so much about you

you love max's kindness and his dumb sense of humor, his smile and his ability to always look at the bright side

you love laura's determination and her laugh, her sincerity and how she's always able to make you happy no matter how sad you'd been before

you love both of their personalities so much. they're different but they're so similar in some ways. they both continue to make you happy even if you'd been sad for days before

they're both really supportive of you in everything you do, always chee

this is getting pretty long so to wrap things up

max and laura hold soooo much love for you it's obvious to anyone

they'll tell you all the time about how much they love you but you never get tired of it <3

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #laura kearney x reader #max brinly x reader #laura kearney #max brinly #the quarry laura #laura the quarry #laura the quarry x reader #the quarry laura x reader #max the quarry x reader #the quarry max x reader

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What's so wrong with calling some horror "cosy"? I'm not saying that I agree with the OP, and I'm not trying to argue with you! I'm just curious about your opinion! Like, personally, I sometimes find some horror settings quite "cosy". Let's say, for example, a cabin in the middle of a forest. It doesn't mean I feel respected by this cabin, represented by the witch that lives there, or comforted by her scary magic; I could still watch it as a horror film and find it cosy at the same time because some elements of it (the homely settings in this example) are pleasant, nostalgic, and relaxing to me. No one is inventing anything? "Cosy" is just a word?? A word that describes someone's subjective feelings about a film. I feel like horror is a big genre that can invoke a lot of different feelings, sometimes simultaneously...

Sure! It's because horror is supposed to discomfort and unsettle. Horror is, inherently, NOT cozy!

More under the cut bc this got long oops

The things I've seen around "Cozy Horror" is trying to create a new suubgenre of horror, while horror and cozy are inherently antonyms.

Imo it also shows a lack of understanding of themes and motifs beyond surface level. This is not meant as an insult to you or anyone else, it's just something I've noticed with the movies people have tried to call cozy horror.

Using your example of a cabin in the woods with a witch, regardless of your own personal feelings of nostalgia and comfort associated with a cabin in the woods and feelings of representation, there's probably more to it.

Take the setting, is the cabin in the woods meant to invoke feelings of comfort and safety in the beginning which are then subverted, or does it add to themes of isolation and the unforgiving force of nature?

Does the witch represent how "female self empowerment" is something that has historically been suppressed? Is her "scary magic" invoking how traditional medicine and midwifery was stigmatized to the point of being targeted during the literal witch hunts in the 1400s (and going deeper, who was targeted the most during those and why?) or is it a metaphor for abuse?

Then there's self reflection that you can do to engage more fully!! Why do you feel represented by the witch? What does that say about you? Horror is meant to reflect societal fears, what parts of the societal fear are you seeing reflected and comforted by?

The scene in Videodrome where Max Renn inserts a gun into a slit in his abdomen (referred to as the "VCR pussy" by me, and also my friends who I have inflicted the phrase on) is something that resonated with me deeply, even though it's objectively a disturbing scene. Why? Because I happen to be a transmasc person and am drawn to body horror because of the themes of both the lack of autonomy with what my body did (during puberty) and taking my body into my own hands and reshaping it into a form that is comforting to me even though other people may find it disgusting or horrific (HRT and surgeries in the face of rising transphobia)

Additionally, the movies that I've seen listed already have subgenres: elevated horror, psychological horror, and folk horror off the top of my head. Horror certainly can invoke a lot of different feelings simultaneously, but genre is a classification of what is in the movie, not how it makes the person watching it feel.

It feels symptomatic of the decline in media literacy that's been fostered by the internet (in my experience, first pinterest and then tiktok) to the point where people trying to explore stories about abuse are ostracized for writing about abuse at all.

This is all opinion of course, I don't have a PhD in horror studies and a liscence from the scary police to decree what is or isnt anything. I'm just some guy with a blog.

#revs thoughts #horror

[kiljoius-writes]

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Chapter 4/5: Love and Hate

Hanabi’s not an idiot, she can see what Konohamaru’s up to.

Trying to charm the pants off of her, metaphorically and literally.

So when they get to the hotel in the Waterfall village, she’s hardly surprised when he immediately took her to eat, indulged in all of her silly little whining about her father, spent his measly earnings on the best room in the whole place. He took her to the top floor and proceeded to do what he’s been doing best: showering her with love and affection with his words and his actions.

She was just glad he didn’t continue all that damn love talk. Again, he was smarter than she thought because if he had, she would have dropped him like the bad habit he was.

She’d been thinking about it. Every time it popped into her brain, she indulged in the thought of being in love. Even with someone like Konohamaru. Sometimes, she’d think of that snot-nosed preteen with a trail of blood coming down his headband and a wild grin on his face as blue chakra poured from his palms. She’d think back even further to that little boy, the one who pulled his lower eyelid down and stuck his tongue out at her.

Just babies when they first met, held by their mothers as they chatted. Hanabi had cried when Konohamaru whacked her over the head, according to Natsu.

When Hanabi thinks of that little baby Konohamaru, she thinks of holding a little baby lookalike in her arms, with pale eyes like hers, wild brown hair like theirs, and dimples like his. When she thinks of that little boy Konohamaru, she thinks of a little boy lookalike reaching up to her for a hug, to comfort him after a scraped knee with a bandage and a kiss. When she thinks of that snot-nosed preteen Konohamaru, she thinks of a little preteen lookalike throwing kunai and her watching with pride and admiration, his eyes bright and eager and a little chip in his tooth, just like him.

Domesticity with Konohamaru is a faraway dream she should not be entertaining.

It doesn’t stop her from going to his apartment on the regular, though. At this point, everyone knows so it was pointless to try to pretend. She still won’t call him her boyfriend and will correct him if he says it in front of her. She’ll disappear for weeks sometimes when he does it.

Today, she walked into his apartment without knocking after one of those bouts of no contact.

She walks in just in time to see him roll off his couch and fall straight onto the floor with a loud thud, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. Must have been napping. She snickers, folding her arms. “You’re a bad shinobi.”

“Thanks, Lady Heiress,” he grumbles, rolling over onto his back without getting up. He reaches up to rub at his eye, ignoring her glare, because he knows good and well that she still won’t tolerate that nickname from him. She stomps up to him and proceeds to plant herself on top of his chest, pressing her fingertips to the chakra point she had closed months ago. “Quit it.”

“I told you not to call me that,” she says, glowering down at him. He doesn’t look like his usual happy, cheerful self he usually acts like when she’s around.

“Did you come here just to torture me?” he says, and she leans back, looking offended.

“What’s this attitude?” she snaps, furrowing her eyebrows. Her hand goes limp as he tugs it away from the chakra point.

“Haven’t seen you in weeks,” he sighs, looking away from her. Something inside of her tugs at her heart. She bites her lower lip as she watches him pout, but makes no move to get her off of him.

“Cause you told your mom I was your girlfriend,” she says, quietly, frowning.

“Come on, Hanabi.” He still doesn’t look at her. “We’ve been playing this game for months." Now he looks her straight in the eye. "I’m in—”

“Don’t.” Immediately, she presses her finger to his lips to quiet him. “Don’t you dare say that word.”

He makes a face at her, just looking sad.

“We hate each other,” she says, trying to sound completely serious. “Always have. Always will.”

“Are you calling what we do hate fucking?” he asks with this disgusted look on his face. She slides off of him.

“If you wanna put it that way, yeah.” She shrugs as he props himself up on his elbows, giving her a look.

“I resent that,” he tells her, reaching out to push her hair from her face. Cute gestures he shouldn’t be doing. “I’m not the kind of person who hate fucks.”

“What would you call that back at the Land of Waves?” she retorts, shoving his hand away. “In the shower? And the bed? Remember what you said?”

She smirks when he looks away while rolling his eyes. “I said I’m fucking a monster.”

“Yeah, and you also called me a bitch earlier that day.”

“Don’t start with this.”

“And I called you –“

“Hanabi…”

“A coward.”

“Would a coward admit he’s in love with a monster?” he snaps, sitting upright now. She snorts, climbing to her feet. “Cause that's what this feels like.”

“You’re lovesick.” She emphasizes ‘sick’. “It’s different from being in love.”

He rolls onto his knees and starts crawling towards her. She squints at him as he forces her body down while climbing on top, but she doesn’t really resist, either. “You’re really cute when you get all glare-y.”

“I’m a monster,” she huffs, putting a palm against his chest.

“A cute monster.”

“You’re so stupid.” She sighs, trying to make sure her language comes off mean so they can get back to the hate-fucking.

“I’m pretty sure I’m fucking crazy,” he says to her face, resting his hips against hers, “cause I’m in love with you.”

Why can’t he just be cool for fucking once? All she wants is for him to be inside her but now he’s gone and done all this. “You know what you are?” Hanabi shoves him off, doesn’t really need to use much force either since he just rolls off of her. “Arrogant, stupid, clueless –“

“What do you even know about me?” Konohamaru is glaring now, clearly at the end of his rope.

“You’re a man!” she snaps, scrambling to her feet. “That’s all I need to know! And you’re Konohamaru Sarutobi! Snot-nosed brat who was given the entire world!”

“As if you weren’t?” He gets to his feet now, too. “Hanabi Hyūga, cold little princess, born with a silver spoon in her mouth!”

“Fucking asshole!” she yells. “You always got to do whatever the hell you wanted! Climb on the Hokage tower, terrorize jōnin, WHACK ME OVER THE HEAD!”

“You don’t even remember that!” He steps up to her, pointing right at her nose. “Your stupid caretaker told you and we were BABIES!”

“I will murder you,” she says it as she grabs his finger to twist, “if you ever call Natsu stupid again.”

His expression softens a little bit, and he doesn’t try to take his finger away. “Sorry,” he mumbles, frowning deeper. “I didn't mean that.”

“I shouldn’t be here.” She sighs as she releases his finger. His hand doesn’t drop though, it reaches for her hand to stop her and she just whines. “Stop it, Konohamaru.”

“I want you,” he breathes, looking right at her even as she stares at the ground. “I want you so much.”

“I can’t do this.” She yanks her hand out of his and begins stomping away. “I don’t want to do this!”

“Hanabi!”

“Leave me alone!”

“You came here!”

Hanabi stops in front of his door and resists the urge to just scream at the top of her lungs when she sees a picture of them on the shelf by his shoe rack. A selfie they took a few weeks ago while they were at a festival. He insisted and she’s got her tongue out while he kisses her on the cheek. It’s a cute photo.

She grabs the frame and throws it on the ground, shattering it and putting a dent in his flooring.

Instantly, she feels guilty, but she doesn’t let him know that. She just looks at him, dead in the eye, as his jaw drops and he slumps forward, defeated. She turns, tears the front door open, and slams it behind her.

“What the fuck.”

Konohamaru gets his knees to carefully pull the photo from the pile of glass. His heart sinks at the long scratch through the middle. It’s like a sign, the way it rips right between them, separating them.

But his mom always told him to follow his heart. He thought that was bullshit until Hanabi. Hanabi grabbed it and ran away with it, how is he supposed to not follow it? Chase after it, and her.

He thinks he’s pathetic.

What other explanation is there at this point?

100%, he’ll admit Hanabi is the last person kid Konohamaru thought he’d end up with. Sure, kid Konohamaru thought her eyes were weird and cool, kid Konohamaru liked to tease her cause he thought it was funny when she got red, kid Konohamaru watched her develop into a whole woman. Kid Konohamaru turned into adult Konohamaru, who couldn’t ignore how fucking beautiful adult Hanabi was.

But kid Konohamaru thought nothing could ever, ever make up for her terrible attitude and entitled demeanor. Kid Konohamaru got told all his life he was a brat who never had to work for anything, so he spent his kid life showing people he was working. Damn hard, too.

It hurts for Hanabi to still accuse him of those things.

And he feels angry. It’s something he doesn’t want to feel, but it’s so fucking familiar with Hanabi. To feel angry with her. Before this, he’d be angry at the way she’d flip him the middle finger, or swap his rice balls with some shitty glob of gluttonous rice. Before this, he’d be pissed that she dares sneer at him or roll her eyes. Before this, he wouldn’t tolerate her blowing off his opinion on a mission.

Now, he thinks he could accept all those things if she’d just give him some form of certainty, just a shred of acceptance.

Honestly, he’s not sure if he can catch a break.

He’s not even sure whether he’s a good guy or not, and that is what fucks with him. Moegi digging into his insides with ‘facts’ as she says. Telling him he’s no better than Udon or any other stupid ninja.

Konohamaru wants to believe he’s better, but can’t. Not when he has Hanabi running away from him constantly.

He sweeps up the glass and does his best to keep the photo intact. He can just print another, and it's on his phone, but he still wants to keep this one. That way when all of this is resolved, he can show it to her and they can laugh. Or she’ll slap him, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

Hanabi lays across her sister’s bed, picking at the little cotton fibers coming off of it that Hinata would berate her for picking at normally. Himawari lays on the other side, drawing large swirls on paper, refusing a hard surface to draw on. She insisted that drawing on the cushion of the bed made the pictures look cooler. Hinata shook her head, but Hanabi agreed. Even if the sound of paper crinkling into the bedsheets makes her cringe slightly.

“Like this, big sis?” Himawari hastily turns the paper around to face Hanabi, who rolls on her side to look at it. She scans the paper and frowns at a distinct-looking symbol. A line with branching out curves, and little dots around it. It looks suspiciously like the Sarutobi clan symbol.

“Why don’t you try drawing this, Hima?” Hanabi pulls a ribbon from her hair, stamped with the Hyūga clan symbol, and lays it in front of her. Himawari wrinkles her nose and pushes it away. How rude. She watches as Himawari quickly doodles a fairly impressive replica of their clan symbol, then points at it.

“That one’s easy, see?” Hanabi watches her do another, this time the simple spiral of the Uzumaki. “And this one! I wanna draw a new one, and big brother Kono gave me this!”

Himawari slides off the bed, her little footsteps pattering the floor as she bolts to her room, then returns with one of Konohamaru’s armbands. She slams it on the bed, then heaves herself back up on it. So her suspicions were correct.

What the hell is he playing at?!

“He gave you this?” Hanabi tries not to let poison touch her tone as she reaches out for the band. She flinches slightly when she touches it, as if it has some sort of curse on it like it’ll turn her fingers blue and purple. She grasps it in her fingers and rubs the pad of her thumb over the sewn-in symbol. “Stupid Sarutobi…”

“Are you talking ‘bout big brother?” Himawari bats her eyelashes, but she doesn’t look at her. “’s not nice to call someone stupid, big sister.”

Hanabi breathes out of her mouth, flapping her lips slightly as she does.

“An’ big brother is really nice to me.” Hanabi blinks before looking at her niece. “He throws me in the air an’ gives me chocolates even when mama says no.”

“Hima.” Hanabi smiles a little; she can’t help it.

“He says you’re real pretty.”

“He…what? To you?”

“I said I wanna be pretty like mama an’ big sister,” Himawari tells her, going back to her drawing. “He said big sister is real b-bootiful? He says it means pretty. I think he just forgot about mama.”

Hanabi grimaces as she looks back down at the band. She pulls it up to her nose and inhales, feeling herself getting soft. She pulls the material between her hands, looping each side in each index finger.

“You should get married, like mama and papa.”

Riiip

“Shit!” Hanabi gasps, dropping the band. A small tear splits the top middle of the band.

“That’s okay,” Himawari placates, barely looking up. “Mama can fix it.”

“I can, too,” Hanabi mumbles, pressing the sides back together as if that will do it.

“You wanna keep it?” Himawari looks up now, still scribbling away with her crayon. Hanabi pulls the band to her chest and doesn’t even think before nodding her head. Himawari gives her a big, toothy smile where one is missing in the front (courtesy of Hanabi wrapping it in floss and tying the other end to a door handle, then slamming the door for her, to which they both cheered when it popped out). Himawari reaches out her tiny little hand and pats Hanabi’s three-times larger one, adorably and endlessly kind. “Keep it. I tell big brother I lost it.”

“Okay.” Hanabi feels her upper lip tremble a little because she thinks Himawari’s heart is too good for this cold world. Tries not to think about all the heartache of the fourth war and everything that led up to it. Tries not to think about her little body being stabbed through, like her sisters, or her cousin’s. Tries not to think that Himawari is destined for the shinobi life, too. Tries to think that maybe, things will be different with her sister as her mother, and Naruto as her father, and with her and Konohamaru around to protect them.

Hanabi gives her niece a suffocating hug, one that lasts far longer than Himawari could possibly want, but she feels the need to hold onto her. Make sure she knows how much she adores her little self.

Hanabi returns to her home with a heavier heart.

She’s been avoiding confronting how fucking terrible she feels, but it seems the world has different plans for her, shoving remnants of Konohamaru in her face everywhere she goes.

She spends two hours with one of Natsu’s old sewing kits, trying her best to match the reds and stitch this stupid band back together.

Next Chapter ->

#naruto #konohana #konohamaru x hanabi #konohamaru sarutobi #hanabi hyuuga #hyuuga hanabi #sarutobi konohamaru #hanakono #naruto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #konohana fanfic #hyuga hanabi #hanabi hyuga #smut #fluff and smut #smutty as

[teenyweenynightghost]

SPOILERS

Part two of my annotations of The Cruel Prince (yes im aware it has taken an awful lot) (ch 4-10)

Jude has one of those pretty baldakin beds

“His fingers heavy with rings” Jude was certainly paying attention to some aspects of Cardan

“Make me” Top 10 list of things Jude Duarte has and shouldn’t have said to Cardan, a prince of faerie, who most definitely rocked her shit after

“I could, you know” says Cardan, grinning as though nothing would please him more.” - ok we get it you’re horny

“And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest” honey what’s new

“And cheekbones sharp enough to cut out a girl’s heart” its canon

“I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him I can hardly breathe.” - Jude being an idiot for 10 minutes straight

“And Cardan whispers foul things in my ear.” - my new favorite hobby is taking Jurdan quotes out of context

“You’re no killer.” - Madoc being dumb as shit for 10 minutes straight

“Let’s have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies.” - This line is iconic and the only reason I haven’t lost all hope for Madoc yet

“Cardan watches me.” - Jurdan out of context

So in the scene where Cardan yeets Jude and Taryn in the river, we have this quote: “Cardan has one foot in the reeds, as if to take a better look.” WHAT IF, he was actually doing that in case of an emergency. If the pixies would have truly attacked, he was ready to intervene and save Jude.

To further prove my theory, when Jude is throwing rocks at the pixies, “Quit.” Cardan says.” - HE WAS INDIRECTLY WARNING HER

“Cardan’s gaze is hungry, devouring.” -Jurdan out of context. Yes I’m aware he was literally shitting on her whole life in the moment

Lmao the audacity of Cardan to look straight into Jude’s eyes as Taryn was kissing his cheek

“And i was magnificently, extravagantly wrong.” MY NEW FAVORITE QUOTE FUCKS AND FUCKERS

It is canon that Jude has a sweater with a star and Cardan’s first look was a constellation coat

Jude pushes Cardan against a tree 🫡📸

Cardan’s eyes are described as “coal-bright” which i just think is a splendid metaphor

“He looked gleeful, gloating, as though my fist tightening on his shirt was exactly what he would have wished.” -Jurdan out of context. Kinky bastard.

JUDE WORE WARRIOR BRAIDS AT THE TOURNAMENT. hot

“I was struck suddenly by his height, by the arrogant sneer he wears like a crown.” First off, height difference confirmed, second, boy am i in love with this dude

“He would seem like a prince even dresses in rags.” - Aka Jude pointing out for the millionth time that he’s pretty

NOW HERE COMES A SCENE WHICH LOWKEY HAD ME ON MY KNEES

“Do you know what mortal means? It means born to die.” - our philosophy king<3 way to go Cardan

“You corrupt, corrosive mortal creature.” Nah cuz seriously if Cardan told me that I’d fold

“Good. Now, beg my forgiveness.” Again, watch me fold if that happened

“Get down on your knees. […] Beg. Make it pretty. Flowery. Worthy of me.” THE WAY I WAS SQUEALING WHEN I READ THAT

Now here comes Jude’s comeback :

“You think because you can humiliate me, you can control me?” HELL YEAS GIRLBOSS

“Well, I think you’re an idiot.” Comedy queen 🕺even though she had high chances of being killed because of that

So now; here’s when I think Cardan truly fell in love with Jude

“Cardan looks at me as though he’s never seen me before. He looks at me as though no one had ever spoken to him like this. Maybe no one has.”

If that part is really when the spark lights in his heart, im gonna melt

“No one else bothers him quite the way you do.” -great news, Locke is actually capable of saying smart shit

“Cardan emerges in the Royal Box, wearing loose white linen and a flower crown all of roses.” - IS HE WEARING A DRESS? A MATCHING SET? ONLY A SHIRT? The world may never know and that is truly devastating. Also, when he asked Jude to make her begging flowery then his dramatic ass changes outfits and puts on a flower crown 🥲💖

When she is told that a prince is waiting for her downstairs, she instantly thinks of Cardan <3

“I know humans can lie, but watching you do it is incredible. Do it again.” If Dain wasn’t like a few hundred years old that would have been lowkey kinda hot

“Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it’s sated, it transmutes. If we receive the golden thread, we desire the golden needle.” - i just fucking love this quote

Jude thinks of Cardan when she’s asked what she desires most (yes i know i took it out of context. Its her desire to not be controlled by magic and of course she thinks of him.)

I shall be back with part 3 <3 also sorry to everyone who asked for Rotten Hearts pt two. Im on it but my brain no worky. Also if yall wanna be tagged in it lemme know 💖 byee

#incorrect quotes #cardan greenbriar #the folk of the air #tfota #fota #SPOILERS #dain greenbriar #jude duarte #madoc #the cruel prince #tcp #writing annotations #jude to cardan

[cadybear420]

What does Aiden like about your Evie the most? ☺️

Her free-thinking attitude. Evie is a proud GNC woman, passionate about her sports, outspoken against dickheads, and a confident leader. He aspires to be more like that. There's also some relatability between them as Evie could see a lot of herself in Aiden– she too had been and still sometimes is fairly unsure of herself in quite a few aspects, and she also shares a degree of dedication and passion. But upon moving to Berry High, Evie had soon decided to push herself to be the kind of person she wants to be, and knowing that sort of inspires him to do the same. He becomes more confident himself and more open to stepping outside of his comfort zone, one notable one being his eventual interest in trying more GNC clothing styles like crop tops and short shorts.

Her care for him. The way Evie is so willing to give time of day to him and his music. The way Evie loves to hear him talk about his music and compositions, even though she's not a musician at all. The way she gets inspired by his own passion and dedication just as he's inspired by her confidence. The way she always wants to be there for him when he's going through a rough time, and how she understands him due to having been in similar situations herself. The way she's so fiercely protective of him and makes him feel safe, and how she's always got his back. The way she swoons over his appearance and his best features (which is a whole other list on its own), and how her eyes light up just about every time she sees him. The way she loves to spoil him like he's her precious princess and praise the absolute shit out of him. The way she sweeps him off his feet– both metaphorically and literally.

Their semi-shared interests. Evie can't play an instrument for shit let alone compose a song, and a lot of the musical terminology is mostly just pure jargon nonsense to her. But! She's quite the enthusiast for good songs and soundtracks. She excitedly raves to him about her favorite soundtracks from movies, video games, TV shows, etc. Often she'll even recommend a show or movie to him partly on the basis of it having a bomb-ass soundtrack, and almost 100% of the time he will enjoy it and they'll rave about best parts of the soundtrack together.

Her appearance. He finds every part of her gorgeous. But his favorites? As per canon, he's most fond of her nose because it makes him think of how close she is to him. But what he's most attracted to is definitely her abs and especially her biceps. Being a musician, he does have a bit of a fascination with dexterity of the arms and hands. Although it generally isn't music related, just about anything Evie does that involves arm strength and/or making her biceps flex will make his knees go weak. Especially if it involves him, eg. lifting him up and carrying him, hugging him in a protective embrace, pulling him into her lap, etc.

There's probably more but I think this covers all the bases

#choices stories you play #choices #choices game #choices stories we play fandom #high school story #choices stories we play #hss #choices hss #choices high school story #aiden zhou #aiden x mc #mc x aiden #hss aiden #high school story aiden #aiden hss #cadybear's hss headcanons #cadybear's headcanons #evie ayana (og hss mc) #og hss f!mc #og hss mc #hss mc #hss f!mc

[drewsaturday]

For the fanfic ask meme, could you do 2, 6, and 11 for the fic(s) you feel fit(s) them the most? Have a great day :D

Ty!! Gonna do Trollhunters stuff. 

2. What’s your favorite relationship in your story? Could be the main one, one your characters shares with a friend, etc. 

I have a fic I’ve been working on exploring some of Barb’s friendship with Nancy!! I love the potential there and die over how little it got in canon. It lets me indulge in so many headcanons about both of their pasts.

6. How do you feel the environment your character(s) grew up in shaped them as a human? How does the environment they’re in now shape them currently?

Jlfjlksdfkj the wording on this one is so fun because so many of my babygirls aren’t human. I def have some ideas on Barbara’s childhood, but I’m still putting them into something coherent so !! Strickler time… because like, he is literally shaped as a human. 

I’ve talked about this elsewhere but Strickler grew up fending for himself, in survival mode constantly, in competition with others who would gladly sell him out so close relationships were not a priority. He’d probably been burned by them in the past, or took advantage of them himself. 

When he moves topside he finally gets control over his life to an extent he’d never before known. There’s freedom in being so far from the Darklands, but there’s also the Janus Order keeping close watch. Despite putting on a façade in every “genuine” relationship he slotted himself into with humans, I think this distance allowed him to find himself more while still aiming to be the top changeling agent at Gunmar’s metaphorical side… But as we’ve seen, the understanding that to truly maintain that freedom by achieving more power means he can’t rely on Gunmar. He has to rely only on himself to shift the balance for his status and that of changeling-kind.  

To do that, getting closer to Barbara so he could kill the Trollhunter made sense. But then I think actually falling for Barbara both motivated him to fight for that control more while also perhaps digging up some Tragic Self Pitying Feels jfl;sljdlfkj. Like, things would be so much easier if he just… not that he wants to be human necessarily, but if he were in a position where he didn't have to lie. He's been mostly able to overcome temptation of the human world before, but something about Barbara makes him actually see something worthy in the human race in a way that makes it harder to stay on the fringes.

Normalcy is a foolish fantasy, and he knows it, and he reminds himself that if things were "normal" for him then he wouldn’t be able to protect her. He couldn’t work to make sure she wouldn’t suffer in the new world of troll or changeling dominance, whichever wins first. He probably thinks what he's doing will benefit her in the end, even though in reality... if he'd succeeded, she wouldn't ever love him. Idk if that's something he can conceptualize (being someone who still sees everyone around him as pawns, separate from their own wants/desires/ability to say no rather than be an adaptable cockroach) or something he couldn't fathom any other way around, but it's interesting to think about how fucked he would've been if Jim hadn't stepped in.  

Anyway, his actions still put her in harm’s way and he thankfully ended up going for Jim’s vision of the world instead jslk;dflkdjs but… man. Bestie needs therapy. 

11. The quiet moments in a relationship are sometimes just as important are the verbal ones; describe an important moment where the characters in your story shared a quiet moment (like sitting together while reading, watching tv with one another, bumping elbows in the kitchen in the morning as they make coffee, etc), and tell us why you consider it so important.

What comes to mind for this one is a Stricklake fic I wrote where Barb and Walter are just sitting on the roof watching the stars at the end. There is… a lot they have been through and need to work through before they can get to that point, but jumping into the future a bit to give them those quiet moments is just rly nice and hopeful I guess? It’s also a tiny little nod to how he doesn’t have his human form or ability to walk beneath sunlight anymore, so they still find ways to have those moments in the calm of night. Something something the world has changed and so have they. 

#trollhunters tag

[ponds-of-ink]

Some Clue Design Notes Because Why Not

Here’s some notes of all the main player characters and how they could be portrayed if I made a personal game adaptation. Keep in mind that this was pretty much off the top of my head, so apologies for the era mixups.

Miss Scarlet

*Actress in her prime. Very well-versed in playing “Femme Fatale” roles. Whether or not she likes playing them is unfortunately unclear, as she spends more time pleasing her fans than answering questions.

*Has naturally brunette hair, but knows how to use wigs to “change” hair colors. This goes for makeup as well, but she doesn’t play around with it as often as one thinks. Perhaps she’s planning to be a “woman of a thousand hairstyles”?

*Usually has a smug, collected demeanor. There is a way to rattle her, but you’ll have to pry it out of her freshly cold, dead hands.

*Can also be very flirty, but surprisingly restrained in terms of letting something go “too far”. Either she’s waiting for a special someone, or she already has a special someone. Suspicious…

*Potential Weapon of Choice: Revolver

*Signature Color: Red

Mrs. Peacock

*Wife of a Peacock Feather Specialist… Whatever that means. Her surname wasn’t actually Peacock before marriage, so maybe… Ah, forget it. It’s a mystery in it of itself.

*As a result, she uses peacock feathers in her outfits. Sneak some in her hat, weave some into her dress patterns, intertwine it into her jewelry— You get the picture.

*Has grey streaks in her hair even though she’s middle-aged. Unless she’s out-matched Scarlet in terms of hair tomfoolery, something might be putting her under stress.

*Insists she is innocent, but could be misleading everyone. She is very clever for the wife of a Peacock Feather Specialist… If being a bit dumb is a common character trait of such people. What do I know? 

*Personal Weapon of Choice: Rope

*Signature Color: Blue. Preferably Dark Blue. 

Mrs. White

*Mr. Boddy’s house maid of ten years. Her outfits are surprisingly clean, given her duties (like extensive dusting or making sure the secret passages are tidy enough).

*Knows the most about Mr. Boddy, but prefers to keep things are stored away. She does drop hints at times, but only when needed.

*Looks very healthy and spry for a maid in her 50s, prematurely white hair aside. Perhaps all that running around has kept her in better shape than her last job as a… Perhaps I better not say.

*Her ice-cold demeanor about things can make her feel suspicious at first. However, as it is her default mood, I’d personally suggest not to use it as evidence. Rather, consider any fire in her eyes as a clue— literally or metaphorically.

*Potential Weapon of Choice: Candlestick

*Signature Color(s): White and Black

Mr. Green

*A man who almost became a reverend (or a vicar’s assistant, depending on who you ask), but a lust for gold overcame him. He keeps the nickname “Reverend” as a memento of what could have been… At least, that’s how the story goes.

*Shady avoiding of his past aside, he seems to be your usual conniving salesman. Overly combed hair, absurdly-patterned suit, a shifty look in the eye— Why, if it weren’t for his overall jolly behavior, you’d be forgiven for thinking he was the culprit! 

*Mr. Boddy talked with him about many things. Business proposals, stocks and bonds, how to bet properly, etc. Boddy seemed to not really care, due to what his cousin Dr. Black wrote about Green when they met in England. …Did I mention Green used to live in England? 

*Has a keen eye in detection as much as business, but he sometimes has trouble proving his circumstantial evidence. Whether or not this means he follows the rules of “takes one to know one” is hard to say. Let’s see if he’s too big for his britches… Well, in the metaphorical sense. Literally speaking, he is. 

*Potential Weapon of Choice: Lead Pipe… Though no one knows why.

*Signature Color: Green

Colonel Mustard

*A retired explorer from some undocumented journey in a far-off jungle. He seems to have tagged along with Mr. Green, due to both having British accents of some kind.

*Very prompt and matter-of-fact. This seems to have carried over from his traveling days, where he earned the nickname of “Colonel of the Jungle”. He may also be a bit (intellectually) slow, but he makes up for it in other ways. A naturally strong build being one of them.

*Doesn’t actually like the condiment mustard. Something about it bringing up bad memories of foreign cuisine. Still, he accepts the fact that his last name is the same as this “loathsome” food item.

*The strange thing is: His jungle travel ended years ago, yet no real records have really been uncovered (locked-up journals aside). He’s mentioned things in passing, but Mr. Boddy and Mrs. White seem to know what really happened back there.

*Potential Weapon of Choice: Knife

*Signature Color: Mustard Yellow

Professor Plum

*An English Professor with a love of reading in his spare time. Can be often seen browsing Mr. Boddy’s selection of books in the Library.

*Has knowledge on various topics, thanks to all that studying. Poetry, how to handle tools in violent ways, historical artifacts and where they could be located… It’s a wonder he isn’t a detective himself.

*Very professional-looking, messy ginger hair aside. It does appear, however, that he doesn’t mind getting his hands (or outfit) a little scuffed up. 

*Is very reserved, but can talk your ear off when he’s in a fit of passion over a beloved topic. He did this several times with Mr. Boddy, who listened intently. Could it be that one of these encounters somehow flew off the rails? 

*Potential Weapon of Choice: Wrench

*Signature Color: Plum Purple

#clue board game #design notes #yes I am lifting certain details from certain versions #while adding my own… flair? #anyways #miss scarlet #mr green #colonel mustard #mrs peacock #mrs white #professor plum

[actuallyitsstar]

🫓 What is your most popular fic?

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under?

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

🍣 What helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

🍥 What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

✨ send me an emoji and ask me about my fanfic! ✨

🫓 : what is your most popular fic?

this is most certainly time takes no prisoners (you'll see). very much hands down, very much no contest lol 😅

🥘: what category do most of your fics fall under?

found family lol. what can i say. something about it does in fact hit different for me. i always want more and the brainrot is never ending and it's arguably not the most popular fic genre, so when i run out of content in the fandom of choice atm, i start making my own lol

🍛: have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

well, yes, for starters, several of yours!! 💗 like when someone leaves a nice/heartfelt and/or detailed comment on my silly little fics i am quite LITERALLY screaming crying (and only metaphorically throwing up) about it. that shit does in fact mean the most to me and i wouldn't push myself to actually try and do things i don't feel very good at if people did not seem to want me to do it, so when people feel Some Type of Way after reading something i wrote that is the ultimate goal. i wouldn't write stuff if i didn't want whoever's reading it to connect with and remember it, so i connect just as much back when they do!

🍢 : have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

thankfully i actually haven't yet!

🍣 : what helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

oof tbh i think me being ~in the mood to write~ is controlled by the whims of deities interested only in toying with me 😭😭 ive learned that even if i am not exactly in the mood i have to just Do it. and eventually i will either stop bc im like wow everything i am writing right now absolutely sucks! or i will get into it and figure out a whole bunch of shit and write 5k words. there is basically no in between lmao

🍥 : what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

this is also gonna have to be time takes no prisoners. it is kind of a big first fic for me- longest, first top gun fic, first fic to rly get comments or kudos, most chapters, fic i am the most proud of, first series based work, etc etc- and the story (though obviously not my own, as it IS just a retelling of largely canonical events i can't take any credit for) means the absolute world to me. it's probably going to wind up being my fanfic magnum opus lol. it is always gonna hold a special place in my heart. i just adore this fandom and these characters and i just akdhdjhfjfhf love everything about the whole mav-is-bradleys-dad shit and the by extension found-family-w-people-mav-knows shit. it is just major *chefs kiss* for me <3

if i needed to give a more creative answer in the pre ttnp timeline (bc that is how it feels sometimes lol. there is pre and post ttnp/top gun brainrot and nothing in between), i'd have probably said all this effort to make it look effortless, which was the first writing of any kind i had done since like 2018 or something idk. i wrote and posted it last year, not too long before i began to write ttnp (it was actually right before i saw tgm at all), and it's for the world's most obscure fandom and it's very very self indulgent and i rly did just write it for myself, there's like under 50 fics in that fandom and mine has less hits than that lol. but i was and am very proud of it! (tho w the hindsight of rereading i hate the formatting so much god learn to use paragraph breaks what is wrong with you aaaaaaa).

#tysm for the ask!!! <3<3 and so sorry for the delay in my answering it omg #star unasks #brambleberrycottage #star.txt

[ciaossu-imagines]

The old Sailor Moon dub was definitely corny in a good way, but I will say the old Yugioh one was corny in the best way. Sometimes when I’m feeling down, I’ll go and rewatch some clips of the dub just because it never fails to make me crack a smile.

Honestly, though my memories are fuzzy, I don’t think I liked Theresa that much as a child either lol. I definitely like her now, but younger me definitely had a problem with her being so pretty, having all those powers, and also being a rich girl on top of all that. Even back then I was jealous of the rich, haha.

Speaking of the female characters though, I just wanna say I really like the characterization of Hera so far. I’m so used to her being villainized or just written as the overly mean jealous wife (which is kinda fair given her history I guess) but she’s just so… not that here and it’s so refreshing. I guess I’ll have to see how they write her if or when Zeus makes an appearance, but so far it’s getting two thumbs up from me.

But yea, I really like Neil’s luck power so far and the fact it’s actually been useful so I’m excited to see the other powers everyone gets!

- R

Oh my god, but I have so many feelings for old-school Yu-Gi-Oh! So many…I got really into that whole series, watched all the way up to the first season of Zexal before my interest got really taken by a lot of other things. I can completely get how clips of the dub would make you smile because it would me. It's just got that charm to it and makes me feel all warm and nostalgic and glowy.

And, given that, just by going by our discussions, it sounds like we were raised in the same kind of fandom environment, I could one hundred percent get little you not liking her as much back then either, because she was the sort of character we were taught was 'mary sue', 'overpowered', 'cringe' and to be hated. Also, I go between being insanely jealous of the rich because I am definitely used to living below the poverty line, and being very much in the attitude of 'metaphorically kill the rich and literally make them at least walk across a football field of Lego if they can't prove they did some philanthropic good with the amount of resources and money they hoarded'. So I feel you so hard there. What I wouldn't give to like gambling a little more, so I could at least dream of winning the lottery!

Yes! So much yes and so much agreement on Hera's characterization within that show and it's actually one of my favourite parts of the show. I feel like Hera gets unfairly shit upon when people talk about or adapt in any way the Greek mythology. That is a strong woman who got dealt a shit hand and did she over-react in some cases? Yes…but she also got zero respect, really, had to deal with an openly promiscuous husband and all the very public disrespect he showed her almost constantly if we're to be serious. And if we're not taking the Greek myths super realistically and seriously and making them kid friendly, like COTT did, then why ever villainize her when there are a crap ton of better options? And I will also say, COTT had a really great spin on Zeus that I did enjoy, playing into a trope that I absolutely love seeing used.

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