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Our faults lie flattered

title drawn from the bard's Sonnet 138 summary: You ruminate on your relationship with Gojo Satoru, to whom you no longer owe anything, and wake up beside Shoko, to whom you owe much more than you've given cw: omegaverse setting, unhealthy (very) consumption of alcohol, brief emetophobia, passive thoughts about partners/mates following one another into death, canonical character's (probably permanent) death, implications of an afterlife, explorations of grief and abandonment

Do you dream about him still?

Shoko's voice traces smoky through the vaultless sky, an equal echo to how she'd looked at you - with pity and a physician's distant, seeking stare - a short glass in her hand, ball of ice melting into the whiskey inside. She'd asked the question as a mouthful of whatever cocktail you had filled your mouth with enough sweetness to forget how much alcohol was in it but for the way it burned its way down. Even that was more easily blamed on the kick of sriracha behind the aperol.

It gave her time to watch for the uptick in your pulse, or the way your chest tightened and made it hard to swallow.

No, you had said once it was down, the words thick in your throat. Really, I hardly think of him at all these days.

She'd frowned, which she really should have probably done more of considering you were again drinking to forget, for the soft, fluttering hints of better days before memory was shunted away into a dizzy haze.

It was true, but it was also intentional. Every ache in your chest was pushed aside, ever overwhelming tide was overstepped. After he'd returned from the box, you had already indulged in over a month of speculations regarding your intentions and his, even before he'd... gone, and how he had set you free.

You sucked on the herbed sugar rimming your glass. Free, all free, of obligation, of oath, of aching for something-- you slammed down the wide base of the stemmed glass, eyes shadowed.

It was true. If you didn't think on him, you would not remember him. You couldn't remember all the things left undone, unsaid, all the questions left unanswered...

He hadn't left you with even a scar to remember him by.

Your head was heavy when you lifted it and smiled, as much for Shoko's benefit as for the bartender warily eying you, fiddling with the towel swung over his shoulder as if unsure what to do with his hands. I'll get over it. I will. It's taking time, but I don't... I try not to dwell on it, Shoko, you know that, your tongue was clumsy, slow as you enunciated.

She knew, you knew she did, but it seemed suddenly very important to remind her. How you didn't think how in his last moments, the man you'd sworn your life to hadn't wanted you, how he'd said goodbye without looking back, how he hadn't known you weren't watching.

You were getting over your partner dying, it was not uncommon. One would always outlive the other. As much as it was not common to be cut in half...

You stomach had turned like you'd been upended, the room nearly spinning like you'd suddenly decided to stand on the ceiling.

A party trick, Satoru had called it when you'd done it before. You'd been full of paltry games and parlour tricks, magic disguised as slight of hand, light at your fingertips, fire on your tongue, hovering in the air like a hummingbird.

Couldn't one be forgiven, when they never knew they'd grow up with it, for enjoying that it was real, for finding magic a little beautiful for all that it was terrible?

Your hand went to your mouth and you could have laughed, loud and raucous and taunting, at the way the bartender grabbed for his towel. Shoko hadn't done more than press a hand to your shoulder to keep you from falling to the floor as you wobbled on the stool. You'd never thrown up on the battlefield, nor from old soup, not even from being nailed in the stomach by curses or fellow sorcerers or Yaga's awful little cursed corpses.

Being sick had been his thing. He'd get horrible nausea before his cycles sometimes and his breathe would smell constantly of the ginger candies you'd found for him to take off the edge.

Your smile threatened to falter and even behind your hand, you forced it wider to belie the soft, pained sound which left your lips.

You hadn't cried either, since he died. It hurt too much for that, a pain beyond reckoning, which you had no right to anymore. It wouldn't kill you, his death, no matter how much you almost wanted it to.

Shoko's glass was over half full and fully inviting, but it wouldn't knock you out fast enough for this to all go away, to lock itself back behind the wall your mind seemed to have built to save you from daze that lurked beyond, tapping at the barrier in unwanted moments.

He hadn't wanted this to hurt you. That is what you hoped, but even though you'd made the choice to follow his plan, to remove your mark, it wasn't what you had wanted.

Drinking had hereto seemed to keep dreams, good and bad, from intruding upon the kind of sleep which never left you feeling rested.

This, blue above and blue ahead, was much nicer than what you remembered of the bar - although it too had been fairly nice. A peaceful expanse of sand, water shushing on your right, a breeze whispering in your ear, gardens with wooden walkways tempting you inland on the left.

A frisson ran through the air, there was an unnatural slash through the trees, but you shook it away and it was nothing, gone, grown over.

Here, you relaxed, you were intent upon it. Although surrounded by water on all sides, seldom had coming to the ocean been a relaxing experience, not when you were constantly called to the scenes of natural disasters or into the orbit of fates far greater than your own.

The water was oddly calm.

You went closer, feeling sand slide soft between your toes. It looked like the tide was going out, the flat expense of saturated sand washed wet with each grasp of the waves. It smoothed things like glass, washing away marks and footprints.

Your reflection matched you step for step when you veered towards that boundary.

Watching that hypnotizing barrier was probably why you didn't notice the figure occupying this in-between until their reflection bloomed by yours.

Your head jerked up, lips parted in silent surprise.

He was facing towards the horizon, his back turned towards you although you should have been able to see his profile with the way you were walking... best to leave it alone.

The wind kicked up, ruffling the soft fall of white hair about his temples. It blew harder and harder, ruffling the sea into little white capped waves, and then it passed.

Things settled back down around the little bubble of disbelief that had halted your steps without a single any movement from...

His name still tasted like poison on your lips, your throat closed around it, keeping it from choking free.

At the funeral, they would have given him some long, solemn, symbolic precept name, making it safe for him to be called, but somehow you couldn't bring yourself to invoke him. Maybe it was out of fear, and certainty that there was no way for him to answer.

Instead, you shuffled forward, heels drawing dashed tracks in the sand as you dragged your feet.

His bulk was familiar as your pressed first your fingers - to check that he would not collapse into mist at a touch - and then your palms like the start of wings on his back.

Was it only imagination that said he leaned into it? Shifting his perfectly balanced weight a little bit further back as you leaned your cheek flat between your palms, your ear turned far enough to catch the imagined sound of his lungs as his ribs shifted minutely against your touch.

How long had you wanted this? How long did you have it? You'd given it up, from fear, from a petty envy that you'd thought yourself above. His grasp on your had been tenuous at best, tied as you were by choice rather than fate-

Isn't it fate to share the world at the same moment-

-and you had held on just as lightly, like letting light lay over your palms rather than trying to grip it tight where it would just slip away.

You had thought him made of distance. Was he incapable of connecting with others, or simply unwilling? It had always seemed to be part of both.

He is not warm beneath your hands, in the same way the light in this place must be sun yet is not warmth and the water that much be sea is not cool. But he is there. Whether in a memory or as a visitor, drawn here by lowered inhibitions, who knew.

You had spent years forgetting that for all the distance between all people, all things, they found ways to come together again, to intertwine, in resonance or coalition.

You breathed, once, twice. Now he shifted, unmistakable.

You took half a step back. Your hands slipped down the powder-soft material of his shirt, from his shoulder-blades, and down his ribs.

Once, many years ago, you had been warned that one could grow tired of his beauty. And that was true. Like a cut stone, as a whole, one could grow used to him, the eye drawn instead to new flickers and bends in the depths, glimmers from within rather than the form as a whole.

It was those glimmers of light which winked back at you, emotion condensed into memory: times he made the ache in your chest almost feel like two sides of a wound touching, moments in which you believed wholeheartedly and without force in the presence of his humanity. Remembering those first odd days of your courtship when you couldn't fathom why he would come to you for anything tilted things sideways before you righted yourself.

In the end, none of these hopes had been yours. Maybe they could have been. Had you forgotten that you indeed could catch sunlight, that you did it every day of every summer unless the sky was filled with thunder? In which case, the drum of that could be yours too.

Still, that would have made him part of you, and Satoru had always been resistant to being subsumed.

Regardless, you would never know now. He would always and forever have been only almost yours.

What are you doing here... I've missed you

You kept your hands pressed to his back even as you thought Of course someone would miss a near constant, we'd known each other for almost thirteen years.

This seemed to be the way it always was. When you missed him too much, thought about him too much, you ended up dreaming about him. Even before you had married him, after he'd stuck himself into your life like a thorn, there had been times it had eased the ever present loneliness.

And there had been just as many times that you woke feeling more alone than ever, knowing you would never get the version of Satoru that visited in your dreams, belonging only to you.

This Satoru, scarless and uncovered and determinedly not ash, spoke in echos. "I've missed you," he said.

It makes you grit your teeth against whatever is behind that wall, threatening to wash away everything you've tried to hold onto.

"If you say so." It leaves your lips careless, all your bitter feelings held back by habit, all the cruel accusations you never wanted to level at him.

But this time, there's nothing to salvage by it, so after a few moments, you let go of him, let that distance that never seemed to fade fall back between the two of you, and started walking.

He followed, tethered by consciousness or whatever stuff had summoned the object of both your longing and your ire.

In the back of your mind, you knew the scenery was changing, even though it didn't feel like it. It meant you didn't know how long you walked, the white shoulder of his shirt bobbing in and out of your peripheral vision. You let yourself feel the comfort of knowing he was there, of knowing that you belonged at his side for one more brief moment.

He sometimes talked like an imitation of a human. Greetings he didn't mean, inquiries to which he had no interest in the answer - or maybe he did. He liked people, heavens knew why, even if his attention seemed to move on as quickly as it was piqued.

He followed, seeming content enough, your momentary Eurydice. For some reason, the thought of turning around to face him was unbearable. You were afraid you wouldn't remember his face, or that you would remember it wrong, and wake up knowing that a little more of him had abandoned you.

Oh well, maybe it didn't matter, anymore.

You reached, briefly, behind you, like you'd sometimes used to do on the rare occasions Satoru walked home with you. Just like then, a shimmering dread filled your chest - only then it had been that he'd leave you grasping, fingers wiggling stupidly for him so everyone who walked by you knew beyond a doubt that your own mate didn't even want to hold your hand. There was no one here, although the beach had the warm, surrounding feeling of summer.

Anticipatory tears still began to prick your eyes, humiliation, disappointment brought on by a terrible confirmation of your worst expectations, dejection, it all rippled over you, just quick enough to take off the edge. It could only be your imagination that something soft as a breeze seemed to brush your fingertips before you pulled your hands back and fisted them in the long, light coat trailing from your shoulders.

One could neither see nor touch the dead after all.

This may be the last time you got to make your confessions. He'd returned to you in neither dream nor vision before this.

Why would he when what he wanted was where he had gone?

You took a deep breathe and blew it out. You were far and away old enough now to know acknowledging ill feelings dispelled them faster than trying to pretend you didn't have them. Mastering this was your power, take the blow, let it linger, and in this way it wouldn't hurt you. But he had always hit harder and faster than anyone else you ever knew, always able to overwhelm your ability to endure if you were in contact with him long enough.

Recalling the clean snap of both bones in your right forearm breaking is just as easy as remembering the look of surprise, of denial, of arrogance and somehow, of remorse, that had crossed Satoru's face the first time you'd let him hurt you.

What would it have taken to at least make sure that appearance of contrition remained, or at least perplexity in realizing it was his hand causing a pain that fit no specific purpose?

The inland treeline broke around a cluster of coconut trees, green fruits clustered beneath the leaves.

You looked up between the wide fronds.

"I wanted you to love me." I tried so hard not to have anything in me that needed saving. Somehow, it feels like you've been talking for hours, like you're answering a question he never asked. Sometimes you could walk hand in hand like that, like this, for what felt like hours, saying nothing, saying everything. The pressure would ease between you, leaving things feeling renewed, like after a gentle rain.

What kind of life was it where you crushed yourself down smaller and smaller, trying to make yourself unobtrusive among the noisy clutter that surrounded him? It hadn't been like that every day, but there had been days where you'd felt that you needed to be so small in order to earn the larger fraction marriage said you were supposed to be able to claim.

"I did."

A wet roll of your eyes, teeth in your lip. How ridiculous, how stupid, to coddle yourself at this stage of things.

"Liar." The dull accusation trips from your mind to your mouth even when it really is your fault. You should not have shrunk small even if it was your way (his knuckles had been warm right before they snapped your radius). You should have opened a way for him to let the soft animal of his body nestle against yours, build a den for him, let his infinity fill your well to bursting if need be. But I wasn't the one with a black hole where my heart should be. I should have loved you better.

I should have burdened you with being human instead of me. Was I not selfish enough?

"Not a lie," he said, voice low, musical and light at your back. And not there.

"A lie," you insisted in a half-whispered, miserable and lonely and alone. You'd been lonely for a long time. I should have loved you better, even though it wasn't me you loved.

He'd never held you, not like normal people were supposed to hold the ones they loved - like they needed them, like they needed the weight to hold them down, like they needed another body to fill the space between their arms.

In the way of dreams you were at his back again without every having turned to look at his face. You pressed your cheek against his spine.

"Lie to me." Your voice cracked in a pleading command, thick in your throat.

A heavy fine-fingered hand petted your head. In the way of dreams, he held you now against his chest without having moved. Had you walked down the beach at all or were you still trapped on that same stretch of shore?

"I do love you," he whispered after a pause, "I did. Best I could." So earnest, all that pointed, crystalline emptiness open to accept you.

Was it emptiness, or simply vastness? I had to believe I belonged in this world to survive it. Why couldn't I believe I was part of yours?

"I am never going to see you again," you whispered.

There was a smile in Satoru's voice. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. You miss me."

In the way of dreams, that last word was both binary and indistinct, me becoming something like 'us'.

Reflexive, bitter denial rose up in you. Refusing the embrace of longing so long had made it second nature. After many years and many lessons, the gaps in your defenses had been shored up well against loss. Perhaps too well. You wanted to hold tight the figure against you as much as you wanted to push him away.

In the salt-scented wind that picked up, you instinctually closed your eyes. When you opened them, he was gone and you were alone again.

You looked around for a short time before concluding in the strange taffy-stretched time of dreams that you really were alone. In that moment, a whisper carried on the breeze, unmistakable.

"We miss you."

You'd told him, your subconscious, to lie to you. The dream was thinning now, but there was just enough realism left for you to wrinkle your nose in the way Shoko was starting to tell you would stick on your face, and mutter "asshole."

Shoko hummed lightly, sighing and rolling over in bed. She'd never been a very sound sleeper, something that had once been reassuring as you always knew immediately if she was beside you. "Me?" She murmured, both offended and amused.

You made a brief, thin groan in the negative. Ah, your eyes hurt almost like you'd never closed them and your skin was ice cold even beneath a light cover. Summer wasn't all done, yet it felt so cold, all your warmth turned inward.

Moonlight shone so bright upon Shoko through the window, making her almost a toneless painting, both stark and somewhat impressionistic with lithe limbs peaking from sleeves and legs of a short pajama set.

You feel more tired having obviously slept, and dreamt, than you felt was comfortable upon waking. Blinking slowly caused the world to sort of shimmer at the edges, and the blocks of silver and black that shaped Shoko among the hotel linens were incredibly fascinating. You were still drunk then, although without the sour dizziness of hangover, so she must have gotten some water into you before you stopped remembering the evening.

Your closed your eyes shut tight.

You'd started to worry you'd forget it, but if only. His voice lingered like the taste of sugar syrup in your mouth, as good as if his lips had been on yours instead of his memory hijacked by your own faithless wishes, whispering in your ear.

It was easier to allow your guilt and your anger their few moments of devotion. They were your most constant companions now, you had known them even before you had known about others like you.

Moonlight comes in after, like a silver balm. If you'd had your choice, you would have been fully a night creature. Starlight and moonlight did not burn or press against you like the light of day did, ever seeking an outlet once you let its boundless, burning brightness in.

Once your power had grown enough to affirm itself, sunlight had been the easiest of energies to convert, almost instinctual. It pressed right against the skin and sunk in without needing to know where the edges of it were, it gave itself to you.

Suguru had loved to talk about sorcery, about magic, child hthat he'd been, with normal parents and from a country town like you. He had liked to talk about it with you. He had once guessed that the way you had been forced to learn so quickly to cycle power, to change it, had tried pushing a separation between it and you so it wouldn't burn you from the inside you, is part of what slowed your progress, your exploration as a sorcerer.

Surely he would be gratified now, to see the way you inhabited your body. Yet you did not feel one with your power (not like him). You inhabited it to, as it filled and moved from and through you, but you were never it and it was never you.

Nevertheless, moonlight washed over you like warm bathwater, and starlight like the touch of a faint summer breeze. You wished it were as cool as it looked with your eyes open.

Suddenly, you were very tired. You recognized it by now as the tug of sleep that sometimes came after drinking enough to loosen the perpetual balled tightness of your body.

Enough to admit you missed him and the quiet that surrounded him, the true cool of the waiting void between all things. He was so good at making one feel lonely, so familiar a loneliness it was almost easy to fall into it by memory alone... but no. There was someone in this room with you, in the bed. Her skin was warm. Her scent was cool.

You remembered meeting them, truly meeting them, not that first day in Tokyo when you'd barely cared what happened or where you were, who you met, what voices overlapped in the halls.

It had been like standing in the shade after spending years baking in a field in July. Only one of your tall trees was left.

"I am not sure," you mumbled sleep threatening to drag you back down, "I would have been good to you if I'd picked you from the start." It would be easier to stay silent, to let things remain as they were, not to risk her pulling away from you, but you'd done that once already, and look where it had ended. This acknowledgement brings you back to shallow waking, a fish hooked through the mouth.

Shoko's beautiful brown eyes are a little hazy but the shadows beneath haven't been as deep, not since they two of you have been away and Shoko has been able to sleep.

She blinks once, slowly. How did she see you? You had been altered, colored, by his presence in your life, strange and momentary as it had been.

"I think I was a special kind of awful, with you. What kind of person keeps giving someone hope again and again, when so much else points to never being able to offer more?"

It's all too easy to see how she tries to smile and doesn't manage it. It's not okay, so she doesn't say it is, but it happened and you're here anyway so she doesn't say it's not. You think that maybe she doesn't fault you for being selfish, but she also might have once wanted for more from you, more you couldn't give, more you gave to someone else.

The yawning empty you tried day after day to avoid ached in your chest as your own words from the dream came back to you. Some part of you both hoped and grieved that you would never see him again. Why should you? You might have stepped into your power, but there were plenty of times that, trapped between geniuses and impossible power-houses, you felt... incidental. You certainly shared no thread of fate with him.

The bitter old thought sent another pang through your chest, but you let it pass over and then through you.

There would be other lives, but none, you hoped and grieved, like this one.

For a very long time you had resisted the opaqueness of Shoko's eyes, acknowledging that she pressed her own wants even further down than you. She was stronger than you for not resenting you getting something that eventually you had begun to want.

She did not look at you with longing or expectation, or the apprehension you might expect. Someone had told you before that marriage made people into poor friends. You had told yourself it would not be so for you, yet you'd gotten swept up in your own private troubles just the same.

You wondered, if she wanted it, whether you now could offer her what could not be offered to you.

You didn't need another life, another chance. There was not much to be gained from starting anew with all these old pains washed away.

Your pinky twitched. Shoko smiled when she saw it but did not reach for you and you did not fight the heaviness in your limbs to try to move further.

She'd be there in the morning, you were sure of it, as sure as you were there would be more of these confounding nights where such thoughts swam about your head like fishes. There was time, now.

#jjk #gojo satoru x reader #ieri shoko x reader #jjk x reader #omegaverse #myy oc #io.myy

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 2 years

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More ROTTMNT Headcanons: Cause I got an A on my Essay

April has a bunch of nicknames for the boys

When it comes to Raph and Mikey she’ll call them things like “hun”, “sweetheart” and “bubba”

And she has two very specific nicknames that they love

She’ll call Raph “teddy bear” (cause he’s big and cuddly like a teddy bear)

And Mikey is “sunshine” (for very obvious reasons)

But not the twins oh no she calls the twins the ugliest nicknames with the most loving voice

She calls them things like “blob”, “twig bug”, “bozo” and “brat”

The twins also have specific nicknames

Leo is “goblin” (because he likes to play pranks)

Donnie is “ghoul” (because ghouls are “evil” and who doesn't love alliteration)

The family isn't allowed to play “family games”

The last time they played Uno Donnie tried to stab Raph

And Mikey succeeded in stabbing Donnie

They tried to come up with games after the others got banned

But they ended up getting confused cause no one could remember the rules

Except for Donnie but he didn’t feel like telling them

Because winning is easy when they don’t know he’s cheating

Leo would have called him out but Donnie bought his silence with Halloween candy

Every single one of the boys can't stand a specific type of food

Leo isn’t even a picky eater but he can’t stand mashed potatoes and potato salad

April brought both of them over once and Leo almost threw up

It’s more of a sensory issue than a flavor issue

He loves spicy food though he can’t get enough of it

He’ll mix sriracha with ranch to go with his fries

And he’ll mix sriracha with cream cheese and put it on his bagel

Donnie on the other hand can’t stand spicy food it makes his eyes water and his nose run

He made the mistake of eating some of Leo’s breakfast and it sent him running to the bathroom

He also can’t eat sushi (again it’s a sensory issue) it’s too cold and slimy and it reminds him of the kraang

Mikey hates jello for the same reason Donnie hates sushi

Raph doesn’t like overly sweet food he says it makes his teeth itch and he can feel it stick to his throat

For example, he hates birthday cakes from grocery stores (the frosting makes him gag)

So Mikey started baking them birthday cakes from a very young age

April’s birthdays are very mellow she just likes hanging out in the lair and spending time with her boys

The boys try to get her out of the house but she says she doesn’t want to tempt fate after “The Warren Stone Incident™”

So they shower her with presents and let her watch her favorite movies, and Mikey cooks her favorite foods (I’m talking breakfast to desert)

Raph’s birthdays are always quiet because that's how he likes them

They shower him with love and affection and compliments and presents

But they don’t start fights and their voices never reach higher than a whisper

Until dinner

Because dinner is supposed to be loud and chaotic and fun

One year for Raph’s birthday the group put their allowance together and bought him a massive teddy bear

I’m talking at least seven feet

He cried and cuddled it for the rest of the party

The twins share a birthday (because… you know… twins)

But they didn’t stop there oh no they demanded a birthday week

And because they’re spoiled brats they got their wish

So for an entire week, they get to do anything they want and they get just about everything they ask for

When April asked Splinter why he let this slide he just looked her in the eye and said “because they’re evil when they don’t get their way”

After that, she stopped asking questions

Mikey never stays home during his birthday because the group always has something planned

one year they broke into an art museum and let him look at every single painting, the next they just had a nice picnic, and another year they broke into a trampoline park and let him go crazy

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt april #rottmnt splinter #disaster twins

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catindabag · 11 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (9)

*How Coryo convinced Sejanus to get out of the Arena*

Sejanus: *crying over the “corpse” of Marcus* Why?! Why did you have to die, Marcus?! WHY?!😭

Coryo: *sneaks up on the crying Sejanus* Babe, we have to go now. Your parents are waiting for us outside and I really need to have my beauty sleep.

Sejanus: Coryo, my love!😘 My Snow Angel, why are you here?! Have you come to die with me?!

Coryo: No. I came here to save you from your stupidity. Besides, Marcus is not even dead. He’s literally just sleeping. So leave him be.

Sejanus: So you came here for me?!🥹 I knew our love was written in the stars!! I KNEW IT!

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you say, Babe. So we should go-

Sejanus: But the Hunger Games, Coryo! The games need to stop! We can’t just keep living like this forever!😭

Coryo: Ok, Babe. We can talk about it tomorrow-

Sejanus: But Babe-

Coryo: But seriously, right now, you are asking the wrong person. I have no say on those issues-

Sejanus: I would rather die-

Coryo: Sejanus Plinth! My love, shut up for a second! There are Tributes roaming around the Arena, wanting to kill us!

The Tributes: *Sitting on the stands and listening to the conversation* For the last time, pretty boy, we’re not going to kill you!

Coryo: Wait, really?!

Tanner: You Capitol idiots freaking postponed the games again!

Reaper: And tell my Mentor to send me something else than just bread and water-

Coryo: Clemmie is doing her best-

Reaper: She ain’t sending the best, pretty boy!

Coryo: Bread and water are good for your health!

Reaper: You literally just sent Lucy Gray 10 sriracha flavored chicken wings, 5 chocolate energy bars, and 2 bottles of fresh orange juice-

Coryo: She’s my new best friend!

Lucy Gray: I’m his new best friend!

Reaper: Then explain why Coral’s idiot Mentor was allowed to send her a freaking cheeseburger with fries every time she snaps her fingers at the cameras!

Coral: Reaper, stop being so jealous. Festus and I are war baddies!

Coryo: You mean war buddies, right?

Coral: Tomato, Potato.

Treech: Reaper’s got a point. Two hours ago, Tanner’s Mentor sent him a gallon of milk and a cup mozzarella cheese sticks.

Teslee: And that’s not fair!

Coryo: Well, Tanner’s Mentor is the diary heiress-

Wovey: Mr. Snowman, can we order takeouts tonight? I really want to eat that famous Capitol cream cheese sandwich again.

Coryo: The one from the commercial?

Wovey: Pretty please?🥺🙏

Sejanus: Will they even allow the food delivery guy to come inside the Arena?

Mizzen: I don’t care. I’m hungry!

Dill: And tell Felix to send me those sugar pills again.

Sol: And don’t forget my chocolate cake!

Mizzen: And those chicken nuggets that were covered with Gouda cheese!

Coryo: Fine! Just let me list them all down.

Velvereen: At least it’s not Palmyra’s accursed food.😞

Treech: Yo, pretty boy, it’s been 2 days and I’m bored AF already. Can we finally get out of here and go home?

Coryo: *sighs* Felix and your Mentors are still working on it.

Treech: Then tell f*ckin’ Felix Ravinstill to work faster!!

Coryo: Just wait a little bit longer-

Treech: Vipsania and I have a boxing match to attend this Friday!

Dill: Does that mean that the Hungers Games are finally over?

Coryo: Not exactly. However, we’re still trying to persuade the government to change the concept of the games.

Jessup: What changes are we talking about?

Coryo: I personally proposed to change it into a ✨Talent Show✨ with a “no killing” policy.

Reaper: That’s stupid!

Lucy Gray: *evil laughs* Yes! I’m so gonna win that!

Tanner: Ha! You haven’t seen my dancing skills yet, Baird.

Treech: Bro, I can backflip and you can’t. So I win.

Coryo: Ok? But seriously, Sejanus, we really need to go home now.

Sejanus: But I’m still sad.😢

Coryo: My love, if you’re devastated about the games, then use your family’s money, power, and influence to make a change! REAL CHANGE!

Sejanus: What do you mean, my love?

Coryo: Become the President of Panem!

Sejanus: President of what?!

Coryo: *sighs* If you become the President, then you can do whatever you want! You can even stop the games after your inauguration!

Sejanus: That’s brilliant, Coryo! I’ll become President, and with you as the ✨First Lady✨ of Panem, nothing will stop us from ending the Hunger Games!

Coryo: Wait, what?!

Sejanus: *Shamelessly hugs Coryo in front of the Tributes* We are so going to become the best power couple of the century, my love!😍

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you say, Babe. Being the First Lady of Panem won’t be so bad. I mean, less stress, less foes, and less paper work.

Sejanus: Can I get a kiss then?😘

Coryo: Sure. Why not-

Reaper: Seriously?! Right in front of my stale bread?!

Mizzen: Go get a room!

Lucy Gray: Can I get a kiss too?🥺

Treech: I’m still hungry, ya know!

Tanner: I hope my District sees this.

Coryo: I don’t care anymore! I’ll be rich when I marry Plinth!

Sejanus: Anything you want, Coryo, my Snow Angel~.😍

Marcus: *wakes up* What the heck, Plinth!😡 Why are you here, kissing your boyfriend in front of the Tributes and on LIVE TV?!

Sejanus: Marcus, you’re alive?!

Marcus: I was just sleeping!!

*Immediately, a drone appears with Dean Casca Highbottom’s voice on speaker*

Casca: Oi! Oi! Stop kissing and hugging already!

Sejanus: *Shouts at the drone* Never! This is a private romantic moment with my Coryo!

Casca: Private?! Don’t you know that all of Panem is watching you idiots kiss on LIVE TV?!

Coryo: That’s impossible-

Casca: The Hunger Games’ viewership has increased again! And your freaking sponsors are calling me nonstop!😫

Sejanus: What did they say?!

Casca: They want more romance!

Sejanus: That’s a good thing!

Casca: No! Get away from my boyfriend, Plinth!

Coryo: *sighs* Highbottom’s drunk AF again.

Sejanus: You’re just jealous that Coryo’s mine! He will never be yours, Highbottom! NEVER!

Casca: Crassus is mine! How dare you steal my boyfriend!

Sejanus: Someone’s in denial again!

Coryo: This is so embarrassing.

Marcus: I can’t believe this is even happening in front of me.

Treech: Yup. This is just some weird fever dream.

Casca: Well, I hope your Tribute punches you in the face, Plinth!

Marcus: Can I?😀

Sejanus: At least I’m not single!

Casca: What did you say?!😡🔪

Sejanus: Coryo and I are getting married!!

Prof.Sickle: *Wrestles the mic from Casca’s hands* We get it! You two are “destined” lovebirds! So less being lovey-dovey and start running if you want your wedding to happen!

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merakiui · 5 months

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[giggles] share something about you people wouldn’t expect based on your blog! please!

(ask game)

Aaaa hmm,,, my blog theme is dark and gothic, but I really like neon pink and cute things!! :D additionally, I take care of a crested gecko who is my most beloved. His name is Sriracha and he means the world to me. ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

#chit chat #mr. sriracha sauce is so cute and silly to me!!!

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thepinklink · 2 months

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Regret, or close call, for the ask game? :D

Wind is trying to dump Sriracha’s feed in his bucket when he hears the squealing and the sound of hooves. He whips his head around and sees Sriracha backing right towards him, fast and agitated, and he knows he should move but the terror freezes him in place.

At the last moment, Sriracha swings his rear away from Wind and then calms down, at least for the moment, and Wind is quick to get out of his stall. Heart racing, hands shaking, he thinks about what a close call that was.

Shame wells up in his chest, choking him with tears. His face burns, the still-full bucket of feed he’s carrying feels heavy.

I froze, I could have died, I should have moved, that was terrifying.

The thoughts all run through his head at a million miles per hour. He’s ashamed at how scared he is, but he can’t help how scared he is. Sriracha is big, and even as underweight as he is, he’s still a powerful horse and Wind is a small person. Wind feels he wasn’t nearly responsive enough, aware enough to have kept the situation from escalating to that point, or keeping his head when it did.

Finally, the dread settles in. His fingers sting where the bucket’s raw metal handle rests on them: he still has to feed Sriracha.

#happened to me more than once #and the shame and fear are very real #I’m very confident around horses. and I’d consider myself capable around them too #but then you’re standing in a stall that is only so big #and the horse you’re standing right next to just picked a fight with the horse in the next stall #and she reacts. upset.#she squeals and she may swing around and skitter a step or two to the side #it’s fast #and she’s heavy #and I froze #because she could crush me. she’s upset and may not have full bearings that I am right there #I could have been hurt. or worse.#i leave the stall #and I stand outside #and I am humiliated. because no matter how confident or capable I am #I’m still just a human. and she is a 1500+lbs animal #and she still got dramatic #and i was still right there. just right there. so close to those hard hooves and 1500lbs of drama and opinions #and it scared me #rescue ranch au #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wind #thank you for the ask! 🩷#lovely buncha-angry-kids-with-no-money #plink plays a game #writing game #anyways #it’s just a reality check #boy. nothing reminds you how alive you are like almost dying

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daidonzo · 1 year

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Chapter 3 - We rise, and shine, and crawl, and fall [Chishiya x Reader]

"Chishiya, look!" You said, full of delight, holding a bottle of sriracha you had found while looking for something to eat in an abandoned supermarket. Was abandoned redundant? Maybe, yes, since there was no one in the city except for other players and you didn't really see many of them during the day. Only at night, and close to the game areas. "It's still full! No one got to it yet!"

You were met by a look that you interpreted as "Are you serious?" but that could mean anything from "You are really really stupid" to "I'm going to kill you." but you didn't care because in your opinion you had found a treasure and had it clear you were taking that bottle of the spiciest and most delicious sauce with you, no matter what happened.

"I thought we were looking for food."

"This is food! I mean, well, no, not technically. This is…" You struggled with the word, frowning.

"Sauce? Condiment?"

"Maybe, I don't know what any of those mean." You shrugged, and he smirked. And when he smirked, you felt your knees became weak and you had to shake your head slightly to focus on the task at hand: your defense of the hot sauce. "The important thing is it will make our meals taste good, even if they don't. We could also just burn our taste buds with it and it will solve the lack of proper food in this god-forsaken land."

"Thinking about mutilating yourself now? I knew since your personality changed from night to day that you would have a mental breakdown eventually - didn't think it would happen so soon."

You stuck your tongue out, directed at him. He smirked again, and you knew that was the closest to making him laugh you would get, so it made you smile.

But he was right. You had become a completely different person since you had allied yourself with him… Or not so much, but you had become who you were before this world forced you to change. You were still playing the dumb, innocent girl in games when it was needed, either to learn information or to get help from someone more capable, but when you were not playing… You were nice again. You were soft. You were vulnerable, sweet and playful. You felt safe, or safer, and you liked having someone around you, even if it was Chishiya, who was the closest thing to a brick wall.

Little by little he had been opening up, though. Not much, you still did not know anything personal about him, or about his life prior to the Borderlands. But he did not longer asked you to shut up when you would ramble on about something you were passionate about, he even smirked and made jokes! Sometimes! Not many, but it seemed like today he was in a good mood, so you were hopeful.

Your smile felt as if it was glued to your face while you kept looking for food. You found some things - a can of beans here and there, instant ramen, water bottles - and put it all in your backpack.

That was another thing that had changed immensely. You no longer wore skimpy clothing - again, only to games, when needed - and had changed into much more comfortable clothing. Clothing one could survive the apocalypse in without flashing anyone.

"Are you ready?" Chishiya asked from the entrance of the shop. He probably had been waiting for you for a while, but that was another thing that had changed about him… He now would let you indulge in the little things that made you happy. Like going to the grocery store.

"Coming!" You exclaimed, cheerfully, as in song. Chishiya seemed amused by you and your good mood.

"Has anything happened that I don't know about?"

"Nope, just woke up in a good mood." He looked at you, an eyebrow raised. You raised your shoulders slightly, still smiling.

"Fair enough." He conceded, after a while, and you both started walking towards the building that had been what you denominated secret base for the last two days.

It had been Chishiya's idea to occupy and apartment building and it seemed pretty logical - why would you sleep out in the cold, with the wind, and the rain, when you could sleep in a warm cozy although quite dirty from neglect bed?

When you finally arrived, you were in such a good mood that you prepared what you thought was a feast for the both of you - instant noodles braised beef flavor, canned fish (some people would say those two don't really match but you were hungry and you were, after all, a college student with an art for putting multiple foods together and calling it a heartwarming meal) and a lot of sriracha sauce on top. In fact, you even got a little bit creative and drew something with the sauce - a spiral on your plate and a heart on Chishiya's, which was not intentional and made you blush intensely as you realized.

You gave it to him without much ceremony, just putting it on top of the table where he was building some kind of machine (you didn't know what for) with electronic parts he had found in a store you visited prior to the supermarket this morning, hiding your face with a curtain of your hair.

He seemed to find your little weirdly-drawn heart funny, because he chuckled slightly. And you froze, and felt as if your own heart was ready to sing and dance just from hearing that soft laugh. Which, you had to admit, was not completely normal but didn't really think too much of it. Making a guy you found handsome laugh (or chuckle, but in Chishiya's case those two were equivalent) and feeling butterflies about it must be something that happens to everyone, right? Even more so in this world, where hot guys had probably been reduced to what? A dozen?

"What are you making?" You said, sitting down on the floor with your legs crossed, to eat.

"A taser."

"A what?"

"It is a device that gives electroshock."

"Electroshock? Like bzzzzzzzzbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz?" As you made that sound, you pretended to be electrocuted.

His eyes lifted from the machine he was building, clearly entertained by your theatrics. "Yes. Like that."

"Ah." You didn't know what else to say, but couldn't help thinking he was incredibly smart and your intelligence rivaled that of a potato compared to him. "I know what a taser is, I just didn't know the word in this language."

He nodded, his attention back on his inventions. "I know."

You sighed and ate your noodles in silence, knowing you probably wouldn't get much out of him at that particular moment, as he was concentrated on something else.

After some time just staring at him, like an absolute creep (how could he not notice?), you picked up a gossip magazine from four years ago, wrapped yourself in an old blanket that did not seem to have been attacked by moths just yet, and relied on knowing about other people's lives to keep entertained.

He looked up after a while. "Done."

You reacted a little bit too quickly for your own taste, seemingly thirsty for companionship. "What do you want a taser for?"

"It's never bad to be prepared."

You nodded, admitting that was a good point. A great one, even.

"By the way…" He started, and you focused all your attention on him. Was he going to tell you something about his life? Compliment the food you had made for him and he had almost not touched? Asked something to try and get to know you a little bit better? "Tomorrow we should play a game. So that we can have more days in our visas."

"Ah." That was it. The games. You tried so hard to forget about them, but how could you? When literally the whole point of being here and being alive were the damned games. You nodded, absentmindedly, disappointed you had been almost crawling for his attention the whole afternoon but got nothing in return other than the anxiety of having to play another game. He seemed to catch on your change of mood, but said nothing.

"Bring the revealing clothing. Might prove useful."

You nodded again, feeling a bit sad, because you were remembered once again that the only reason he was keeping you around was because of that - you were useful. You were not his friend. He didn't have any feelings for you. He did not care. He tolerated your company and maybe, to an extent, didn't mind you as much or was getting used to you. But that was it.

You sighed, and nodded again, standing up, the blanket falling off your shoulders and to the floor as you did so. "I will go to sleep. Good night, Chishiya."

"Good night."

Until that day you both had been sleeping in the biggest room, you on the bed and him on the couch. Basically, because the other room had a broken window and a bit of air came through. Not enough that you would be extremely cold, but enough that it would be somewhat chilly. However, since that night you couldn't really stand to be in his presence and you knew it would be really, really hard for you to fall asleep, you went to the smallest room, which seemed to be that of a little kid.

You lied on a bed which was, clearly and as expected, too small for you. To be fair, calling it a bed was being generous, because it was little more than a mattress and a pillow. Whatever, you forced your brain to shut down, to stop thinking about how extremely lonely you felt, and were, and ended up falling asleep.

Whatever, you forced your brain to shut down, to stop thinking about how extremely lonely you felt, and were, and ended up falling asleep.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- When you woke up the next day, so much light was coming through the broken window that you had to shield your eyes with your hand. But that made you feel a bit colder, as you were wearing nothing but a t-shirt and that movement exposed part of your skin, so you wrapped yourself more tightly in the blanket you were covered with.

Wait a minute… You had left that blanket in the living room. You were one hundred percent sure that when you arrived at the room, there was nothing on the bed other than the mattress, and the pillow. You would have bet your pinky finger on it, you even remembered feeling slightly pissed off about it, but the slight anger was washed out by the sadness and the numbing feeling of loneliness.

But now… What was that blanket doing here? You sat up and looked around you. And what you saw made you feel like a million butterflies were living in your stomach. No, scratch that, those were not butterflies but very badly tempered wasps. Not only were you wrapped in the blanket that certainly, had been left in the living room, but Chishiya was sleeping there in that small room with you, on a rocking chair that looked far from comfortable.

You felt your lips twisting into an honest, sincere smile.

There was a song that went something like "Just like the moon does, we rise and shine and fall."

And over Chishiya, you rose, shone, crawl, and fell…

Only to do it all over again.

#chishiya #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fanfic #chishiya angst #chishiya x y/n #aib chishiya #chishiya fic #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya x you #Spotify #as much as you want

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autumntouched · 1 year

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Day 11 of Ode to Phoenix

Inspired by Glen's tweet about Monica

"Monica Barbaro, who's representing female aviators everywhere in Top Gun: Maverick, gave my niece her own "Phoenix" Barbie on premiere day signed "keep your beautiful fire burning bright." The impact of "Phoenix" on young women is going to be incredible to watch"

Yes indeed, Glen, yes indeed

Summary: Natasha meets Hangman's family at an open house for the base

Pairings: Single Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

A/N: What do you do when need a little more time for your future Ode to Phoenix posts? Turn to a little real life inspo, apparently. No edits just straight from my brain to the page.

Open House

“Are you sure you’re not in for Six Flags?” Mash, one of the aviators from her squad, asks. Normally Natasha would be one of the first ones onboard for a day at the amusement park, but this Saturday morning she’s already dressed in her flight suit.

“Uh-uh,” she hums around the bobby pins held between her lips while she puts her hair up.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun, and we’ll have an even number.”

Natasha slides the last pin into place and checks the back of her bun in the bathroom mirror. “I can’t. I already have plans. Next time.”

Mash grumbles about having to ride by himself and lets her go. She pours herself a travel mug of coffee and checks her watch. Enough time to make a breakfast sandwich before Payback picks her up. English muffin, eggs, sausage, and cheese with Sriracha. He’s outside five minutes early, and she tosses everything in the sink to clean later before hurrying out to the car. She hands him the sandwich she made for him, knowing he’d only grabbed himself a granola bar for breakfast.

“Thanks,” he says excitedly. Natasha also passes him a paper towel so he doesn’t stain his uniform while cramming down the sandwich in four bites. She gives him a look of disgust and takes a reasonable bite of her own.

“I can’t drive and eat,” he says through a mouthful as he pulls off. “Damn, that was good, Phoenix.”

“Everything’s good with Sriracha,” she swears.

Fanboy can still smell the sandwiches when he gets in and pouts that he doesn’t get one. “Offer to drive some time,” Natasha teases, “and I’ll cook for you too.”

They get to the airfield and check-in, sliding their aviators on against the bright day. The skies are clear and the weather’s nice enough that their flight suits are comfortable. A range of aircraft is parked across the tarmac with tents set up in between for food vendors and family activities. Today is the base open house, part of the reason her squad is so eager to be elsewhere so they can avoid the traffic of military and civilian families coming to base.

But Natasha loves open houses. Getting to see children’s faces light up while they learn about what she does, hearing veterans’ service stories, or talking to families remembering their military loved ones are part of what makes her job meaningful. And there’s no moment more special than when little girls see there’s someone like them at the controls of such powerful machines.

The three of them take their time strolling toward the F/A-18 Hornet where they’ll be stationed for the day. Most of the time they’re absorbed in their own aircraft so it’s fun to get a chance to explore the others.

Her jaw nearly drops when she sees who else volunteered for the day. “Hangman! What are you doing here?” she sputters.

He grins toothily. As usual a toothpick dangles from his mouth. “I imagine the same as you, Phoenix,” he drawls. “Looking pretty for the cameras.”

She’s even more surprised to see Payback and Hangman go in for a man hug and him bump fists with Fanboy. Since when does he know her friends like that? Hangman and Payback give one another grief over their respective basketball teams and roll their eyes at her love for the Splash Brothers, Steph Curry and Klay Thompson. It is not just because they're hot or because Riley Curry gives stellar post game interviews, and it's not bandwagoning when you're from the Bay.

It’s not long before they have to break off their conversation to show visitors around the aircraft. As usual, the children get excited when they see aviators who look like them. Natasha can see them tug their parents over, pointing insistently. Along with Payback, Fanboy, and Hangman, she gladly crouches and gives high fives for pictures with the kids or joins in for family photos. A little girl is so excited to see Natasha that she flings herself around her thighs for a hug.

They meet a Korean War aviator and his family and two real life Rosie the Riveters who have been friends since their days building WWII planes together.

Natasha’s waving goodbye to a commander’s family when she hears high pitched voices squeal, “Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake!”

Three children come running full speed at Hangman. The oldest, probably no more than seven, gets to him first and launches herself into his open arms. He picks her up and hugs her tightly while she wraps her legs around him like a koala. The two boys go for his waist and leg so that he looks like a climbing tree of children.

He greets them boisterously, giving the little girl a big kiss on her forehead and ruffling both boys’ hair. “How are my favorite kiddos?” he asks. They all fight to speak over one another while a blonde woman and an amiable older couple catch up to them. This must be Hangman’s family!

“Is that your plane?” the little girl asks, pointing to the Hornet.

“It’s one like it,” he tells her. “Hey, Pheebs, you want to meet that cool lady I told you about?”

The little girl nods so hard that Natasha worries she might give herself a concussion. To her shock, Hangman turns toward her. “C’mon I’m going to introduce you to Phoenix.”

And suddenly, she’s surrounded by his family who greet her as if they’ve known her for years. The older couple are his parents. The blonde woman is his sister and mother of two of the children while the third is one of their cousins. Hangman waves over Payback and Fanboy to introduce them too.

“Phoebe, this is Phoenix. Phoenix, Phoebe.”

The little girl tucks her hair behind her ear and reaches out to shake Natasha’s hand. She’s wearing a flight suit with a patch that Hangman must have given her. “Do you fly with Uncle Jake?” she asks, leaning her head shyly against her uncle’s.

“Sometimes,” Natasha smiles.

Hangman grins at his niece and sets her down. “They can’t put all the best pilots on the same squad, sweetheart.” Has he really told his family that she’s one of the best pilots? “Didn’t you have something you wanted to ask Phoenix when you met her?”

Phoebe’s face lights up, and she turns to her mother. “Mommy, can I have it please?”

Noel, his sister, reaches into the large tote on her shoulder and pulls out a small helmet. She hands it to Phoebe who presents it solemnly to Natasha. “Could you sign the helmet Uncle Jake got for me please?”

Natasha’s still trying to catch up to this new side of Hangman who beams at his family and has a cool uncle fan club. “Of course, I’d be honored,” she promises. “I don’t have a pen though so–.”

His sister is prepared and hands her a sharpie. Natasha takes it gratefully and considers what to write. She glances at Hangman who’s watching her with a strange gleam in his eyes. Trying to figure out what’s going through his head almost distracts her from what she’s supposed to be doing.

Natasha uncaps the pen with Hangman’s help and writes as neatly as she can, Phoebe, Keep your beautiful fire burning bright. With Admiration, Phoenix.”

Phoebe’s mouth drops open and the helmet nearly tumbles from her hands when Natasha returns it. The Seresins gasp excitedly at the message. “Can you read what that says, sweetie?” Noel prompts her daughter.

Phoebe reads, following her finger along the words. Hangman gently adjusts it so she doesn’t smear the still drying ink. “Phoebe. Keep your be…”

“Beautiful,” Noel supplies.

Phoebe nods. “Keep your beautiful fire bur…”

Hangman helps her out. “Keep your beautiful fire burning bright. With Admiration, Phoenix. How’s that, skittle? What do you say?”

“So cool,” Phoebe says in awe. She looks up at Natasha, even more in awe. Natasha feels her heart bursting at how adorable and sweet Phoebe is. “Thank you, Phoenix.” Welp, there go her ovaries too.

“You’re welcome. Want to see what we have to do before we take off?”

“Gotta put my helmet on first,” Phoebe says, wiggling the gear onto her head. “Okay!” And without prompting, she slips her hand into Natasha’s. “Let’s go!”

His nephews, Connor and Declan, tag along at her side.

And the soaring feeling Natasha gets as they circle the jet together is the same one she had her first time behind the controls. Sharing her love of flying with them reminds her why she does this.

Hangman's family insists on pictures with all of them and adorable one of her and Phoebe that Natasha is too shy to admit she might frame.

He's just as shy when he thanks her for being so gracious to them after they've left.

"So you think I'm the best, huh?" she asks.

He bumps her shoulder. "Don't let it go to head. I was trying to inspire children here."

Natasha waves another family over. "Too late. I'm going to take every chance to remind you that you said that about me."

Hangman doesn't look at all put out by the threat.

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

#ode to phoenix #28 days of phoenix #natasha phoenix trace fic #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace fic #phoenix fic #jake hangman seresin

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boxwinebaddie · 8 months

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nina!!!! what are stan and kyles fav foods

OOOOOOOOH!!!!! BESTIE!!!!! okay, i do not have a ~concrete answer~ what i do have, however, is vibes!

stan...is a garbage disposal. pep canon stan will eat anything. like vodka in a puddle on the sidewalk....for five dollars...stan will lick that shit clean...ONCE ATE A DECORATE SOAP...i'm embarrassed. like my canon was that the only thing he doesn't really fuck that heavy with is overly sugary sweet things...but that's what kyle is for baby!!!!!

stan is a taco bell king...stan + taco bell but like mostly because he can have a drink that has 32740937409324 cubes of ice in it and ten diablo sauces on his black bean crunch wrap supreme. my man likes his drinks cold and his food and his men Red Hot...i said what i said.

( also sobo mimi used to make him little inari sushis w a little cucumber and a lot of wasabi in them and it was his favorite snack and with her gone its really hard for him to eat them to this day...ALSO COLLEGE STYLE BUT STAN TOTALLY MAKES KYLE BENTO BOXES WHEN HE GOES TO HIS LECTURES YES THEY ARE CUTE AND EVERYTHING IS IN SHAPES HELP pep!stan is so crunchy bbg sbf house husband stan and i luv him)

like he likes his food not just a little spicy but like...concerningly spicy like i had an hc that he used to like drink sriracha out of the bottle an got a fucking stomach ulcer its THAT serious. in my brain its like a really spicy chickpea indian curry or like pad thai with like 274309243092740924 birds eye chilis in it like its SCARY!!!!! it has to be accompanied with a mango lassi or Ky Tea...it has to be ice mofucking cold.

( also if they put stan on Hot Ones he would decimate like honestly raven!stan was definitely on Hot Ones and fucked it up )

i had a stan hc that in sp they opened a ramen restaurant called miso hungry and there was a spicy ramen challenge and if you win you and your friends get a lifetime of free ramen and kenny grabbed him by the shoulders kissed him on forehead and was like baby boy....u know what u have to do....and rocky trained him to beat the Big Scary Ramen and it was an Event it was the olympics, everyone was screaming and crying, and it was close but he did it....HEROIC ( also he came back in college and is on the sake bomb hall of fame ) kyle was half horrified half like why is this kind of sexc to me...also stan gave him the gigantic ramen plushie he got for winning...style world domination

my answer: idk but its probably spicy and not white amen

SPEAKING OF SPICY AND WHITE THO HI KYLE!!!! sdkhlksahdakd who cannot have spicy food im in pain...i also have nothing to go off of but kyle just....hes spicy enough ok. he has a sweet tooth. he has a chili flake and throws up its so...listen also so many textures bother him

for kyle like if is supposed to be soft it has to be soft if its supposed to be crunchy it has to be crunchy it cannot be in between it will literally repulse him if its in the middle like stan has to eat any french fry that is not specifically crunchy enough and stan gives kyle all his really crunchy french fries bc they are in love

( ALSO!!!! STAN ALWAYS GIVES KYLE THE MARACHINO CHERRY IN HIS MILKSHAKE ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS THEY ARE IN LOOOOOVE YOUR HONOR!!!!! even before they’re dating i swear just to be an ahole for shits and giggles sometimes stan pretends like he’s not gonna give it to kyle and is like Sigh ok who wants my maraschino cherry? and marj kenny and Cartman are all trying to hunger games!!! for it ready to KILL each other and kyle doesn’t want to ask and stan is like just kidding Idiots here u go kyle <3 yes it did make kyle twirl his hair and kick his feet istg they’ve been dating their whole lives and just called it being super best friends bc the super implies they are dating smh )

also i feel like stan likes an oreo milkshake and kyle probbaly plays it safe and likes strawberry or vanilla ONE TIME HE GOT A NEOPOLITIAN SHAKE AND STAN WAS LIKE ARE YOU SURE ARE U SURE UR TASTEBUDS CAN HANDLE THAT KYLE!!!!!!! and kyle was like bitch shut the fuck up!!!

the answer is no they couldnt and stan drank it it was overstimulating i am crying kyle was like what the fuck i can’t tell where the chocolate ends and the strawberry begins this is so horrible and stan was just like…aw there there its ok there is a lot going on ilyshsjskks )

kyle favorite food uhhhhhh...like savory wise...as a boy he is giving me so much girl dinner like Butter Pasta With Some Parm and Salt energy....WHICH IS A GOOD ANSWER ITS DELICIOUS ( i do also think he could rock on like a spaghetti and meatballs/pasta Bolognese/chicken alfredo moment i think kyle likes pasta )

aw i had an hc that kyle just like does not eat when hes in hw mode and has no appetite and it freaks stan out and hes like bro ill pick u up something do u want anything and hes like no sorry studying gtg so sometimes stan makes him like....the butter toast sugar cinnamon special and leaves it on his desk bc it is crunchy and sweet and easy for him to eat awww ( stan also leaves him post it notes w cute lame cheesy messages on them and kyle decorates his desk with them and looks at them when he needs study motivation :’> )

his favorite drink is a fresca obvi ( also the arcade that stan and kyle love has a large selection of sodas its a soda bar and every week they get a new international soda shipment and it makes kyle soooo excited hsfkdf stan b taking kyle to get a weird soda and some chicken strips often theyre in love )

i feel like he fucks with so many desserts like he feels very gigantic banana split coded to me or like the biggest brownie ala mode u have ever seen baby!!!! other than that chocolate babka night is canonically kyles fav night of the year and i feel like he could also rock on a kugel moment like specifically a sheila comfort food ( she is crazy but he loves her so bad )

THANK U FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

#i have no idea what this is i got so excited tho #anyways stans favorite food is anything spicy probably curry or pad thai or something like he DRINKS sriracha #the baja blast with double ice is still his favorite drink tho spiked with vodka specifically rip #kyle likes pasta i do really think its a comfort food butter pasta salt parm moment but it could be any pasta #fresca ofc but dessert wise i think its a big ass banana split or whatever giant applebees diner dessert u can get is #or its chocolate babka which is real #idk i feel like kyle just openly likes diner food bc its easy and consistent and as time goes on repairs his relationship w food #starts making tiktok recipes #also canon kyle fav icecream is cherry garcia and stans is mint chip #amen #style world domination #i could go on and on and on

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poptartmochi · 8 months

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🎧 !!!

ahhh the uno reverse card!! thank you! <3

it's been a magdalena night so ofc the randomizer brings up a maggie song... church outfit by poppy!

favorite lyrics from this song have to be:

life is a commercial for death anger is something i work to manifest life is a commercial for death, and you're hypnotized by the advertisements

#roboobin #sriracha ask game #i feel like magdalena's playlist is 40% poppy and 40% magdalena bay... oh whale #anyhow these lyrics are like.. foundational to maggie's character <3 #idk how to explain it in a non-pretentious and edgy way so i shan't but.. whenever i hear this song those lyrics rotate in my mind #i also just like the way the syllables are broken up :]

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daisychainsandbowties · 9 months

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top five favourite small joys

1. when my friends write things and i get to read them and be quietly in awe and then loudly in awe

2. getting my favourite sushi and then attacking it with the bottle of sriracha. also the people in the sushi store now asking me 😏 ‘do you need one or two sets of chopsticks’ when i order two different types of sushi because they KNOW i am about to boywallow deliciously in my room eating both of them between bouts of getting killed in my viddy games

3. finally working through a technique in karate to the point that i can mow down the guys there who are one and a half times my weight. nothing like dropping a guy and seeing an exact rendition of the surprised pikachu face 😌

4. my cat who lies in the middle of the hall when i get home so that we can spend five minutes yelling ‘WHAT’ ‘MEOW’ at each other in a brotherly bonding ritual scientists are still trying to understand

5. hoodies. they exist 🥰

#this is a powerful question because i had to consider and rank far more than five small joys 🥺#honestly it does change every day but today!!! feeling very astonished by my friends very grateful to know and be known #ask meme

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foreverrandomwritings · 1 year

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friendship headcanon with yelena

Baby Girl Yelena has my heart💚

Friendship with Yelena would go something like this.

~She saw you while she was on one of her missions.

~You had a cool backpack, hat, purse, button, shirt, socks, shoes or bracelet or something.

~She complimented you on it and then that somehow turned into you showing her around your city.

~(She loves to be a tourist we see it in Hawkeye)

~She creates a singular social media account and it’s Snapchat.

~The only person she’s friends with is you.

~She sends you pictures of all the crazy places she goes.

~There’s the occasional video of her trying out a new stunt or something.

~You’ll get random packages in the mail of the randomest shit ever from around the world.

~You once got a box of soy sauce packets from China. Simply because they had a quirky symbol on it.

~There was once where you got sand from the Maldives which had gotten everywhere and is still everywhere. You find it in random places to this day.

~If you ever called her crying she would be ready to drop everything to come and kill whoever did that to you.

~You would have to reassure her a million times that everything was fine and it was just a sad movie or something you were watching.

~She wouldn’t believe you and she would speed up her mission to get to you so you guys could have a girls night.

~You kept a stock pile of Mac and Cheese and Sriracha after she told you that was one of her favorite meals.

~It’s also a huge relief for her to have you as a friend.

~Someone outside of all the craziness she goes through everyday.

~She has however told you a little bit about what she does.

~You didn’t ask many questions because you realized that was a subject you didn’t need to push on.

~She has started teaching you self defense and has updated your safety measures at home.

~There have been a few times where she’s cried to you over the lose of Natasha and you do the best you can to sooth her.

~You’ll typically show her a new show or movie or vines or something to make her laugh afterwards.

~Overall she adores having a best friend she can just relax with and be herself around.

~Not the walking widow ready for a mission at any second.

~Just silly and quirky Yelena.

Headcanon Ask Game

#thank you for the ask Meg!#yelena black widow #yelena marvel #yelena x y/n #yelena belova #fluff #platonic #friendship

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 8 months

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These Nimona headcanons are a day late cause yesterday was my first day at the new job and I got carpal tunnel

Bal can’t stand the sounds of knuckles cracking or joints popping

Which is funny because like I said in this post I know that man sounds like pop rocks when he stands up

What’s funnier is both Nimona and Ambrosius crack their knuckles any chance they get

Ambrosius tries to do it away from Bal but Nimona does it in his ear on purpose

One time Bal punched someone and he freaked out not because he knocked the dude out cold

But because his knuckles cracked when he did it and he claims it felt disgusting

I feel like you can really tell a lot about someone when it comes to their phone and the same can be said for the trio

Bal’s phone is weirdly high-tech even by their societies standards

When he was recovering after the wall fell he had a lot of time on his hands and just started to mess with his phone

He doesn’t have a lot of apps on it you can tell he doesn’t really touch it unless he needs it

He does however have an app that plays audio books because he likes listening to them on long car rides

Ambrosius phone is the most bare-bones phone you can possibly buy

It doesn’t have any bells and whistles at most it can call text and maybe has a couple of games on it but that’s it

He has little to no storage and he asked Bal for help

Bal was shocked to find out that most of his storage was being used on photos

And that's how he found out Ambrosius has a million photos of him and Nimona just sitting on his phone

Sometimes it’s the same photo from different angles

He doesn’t know if he should be crying or terrified cause he doesn’t remember half of these being taken

Nimona’s phone like Ambrosius is very bare bones

He only really uses it to call and text and sometimes listen to the music he illegally downloaded

His phone has 15 viruses because of this and Bal has given up trying to save it

The phone is also cracked to high heaven and no one is sure how it’s still functioning

I’ve had this idea for a while but I feel like sometimes Nimona will make incredibly outdated references

Sometimes it’s like 20 years and sometimes it’s 500

And she’ll have to sit the person down and explain the entire reference to them

Which is hard because sometimes the reference is deeply involved with the history that’s been purposefully covered up

So then she’ll have to give a full-on history lesson

And you’d think she would get annoyed by this but no

She actually gets really excited explaining the history that’s been lost and why that history has been covered up

It’s one of her special interests that she can go on about forever

What’s even funnier is when someone references something from a long time ago and they’ll just look at them and go “How the fuck do you know that”

I find the idea of Nimona not being able to handle spicy food but loving it at the same time hilarious

Especially considering the fact that they’re living with two Asian men and Asians don’t play about spice (I swear to this day my Mama burned both her and my tastebuds off)

They try really hard to look tough and eat all the food they’re given

But snot is running down their face and there are tears in their eyes and they need to take constant breaks

Poor baby coughs when you add sriracha to their food

Whereas Bal and Ambrosius are out here guzzling hot sauce like it’s water

Nimona prays on their downfall while also begging the boys to teach them their ways

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I just know Nimona has the spice tolerance of a new born baby #my whole arm hurts y'all #the pain has spread #I can't even hold my tooth brush #help

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aikuutv · 1 year

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Vietnamese Oliver Aiku headcanons

Warning - mentions of food | aiku being a lil bitch |

Wasian Boy Aiku my beloathed and beloved

Oliver Aiku is the peak Kevin Nguyen meme

That slightly overgrown guy hair with the fade underneath? Yeah that would be Aiku’s hair canon (Nomura-sensei told me himself via email)

He has a dainty silver chain that sits so pretty on his collar bone (salivates 🤤🤤🤤🤤)

Aiku has his ears pierced with golden/silver studs usually, sometimes he wears pretty dangly earrings with a little jade in them for taking girls out or special occasions

He gives out li xis to little kids (red envelope)

He wears Louis vuitton dress shirts and with air forces and and with the silver chain with a jade pendant his grandma gave him back in Vietnam

She also gave him a jade bracelet, jade rings, jade earrings, and jade necklaces (he's the favorite grandchild for her because Aiku looks like her late-husband)

your not vietnamese if you don’t eat sriracha sauce at least with your rice at times or pho or any dish /j

luckily spice whore Aiku does because he puts that sauce on everything he eats

he eats sriracha with his rice and his ramyun and his noodle dishes and rice dishes and on french fries and steak (steak with rice and mix of ketchup/sriracha is god tier)

He’ll even carry it around in his travels when airplane food is too bland or if a dish needs a lil kick (just imagine him whipping out a mini bottle of sriracha in the middle of his dinner date like “don’t worry babe i gotchu’ :squirts way too much sauce on:

speaking of which, his fav viet dish is bun bo hue I don’t make the rules yes I do

The blood in the soup? He fucks with that (if he can like salted squid innards on his rice then I can see he looks blood bloods in bun bo hue)

He also likes bun rieu with many fish balls

Aiku can down cups of Che (those little crunchy red things are so good)

Durian. The only fruit ever. Aiku loves it, his mother’s side of the family loves it (she’s half Japanese/Vietnamese while his dad is Swedish/German another hc ) whether it’s frozen or fresh chopped in the motherland itself Aiku will never pass Durian (it doesn’t smell like garbage when frozen its similar to creamy ice cream with a tang)

Okay when you go to a family viet party you will never not find Heinekens/Coronas, weed, dads smoking outside, moms surrounding each other in the kitchen, teens upstairs somewhere on their phones, and the little kids running around

Where Aiku falls under that category is all of them he fits anywhere he feels like

Oliver Aiku is the master of laughing loudly with the dads/uncles and karaoking with them cause what viet party is without music/obnoxious singing?

IT'S THE KIND TO WRING IN YOUR EAR

TO LEAK THROUGH THE WALLS

No but aiku can sing for real I know he’s been through way too many karaoke dates throughout his teen years not to develop his vocal skills

But then again, that is when he wants to impress pretty girls

This was belting out to vietnamese songs with a bunch of drunk uncles, shoulder to shoulder as their voices cry out the most sappy or sad song you can find

you can find him listening to the mums gossip, pinching his cheeks about “OZOUII WHEN YOU GETTING MARRIED WITH GIRL HUH” “here! Have this cream for your skin it's so good for cracked skin like yours Olivber” “You want a haircut? I’ll give you discount eh?”

When the anties ever say ANYTHING about girls he just smiles awkwardly and nods cause its the hoe life or no life for him 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

If he’s chilling with the teens then they’re playing video games no questions asked (i am projecting this is what my viet friends do at any gathering)

HE LIFTS UP THE LITTLE KIDS IF THEY ASK OK AIKU IS GOOD WITH KIDS FACTS

He stacks plates and all the aunties/moms keep pushing him to take home whatever was made for every fam party (bao, spring rolls, che, bun bo nam bo, the world yknow?) oh and a BUNCH of fruits

Mango, mangosteen, rose apples, grapes

If you don’t know what mangosteen is all you need to know is that it has a shell that you need to either break between your hands, open with a knife or smush it against a hard surface

OKOKOK when lunar new years roll around you know the drill

All the heavy duty Josie cleaning stuff Aiku does

(Idk if its just my family but boiling dried grapefruit skin in a very large pot to bath in before lunar new years to bring good luck and all)

Aiku playing bao cua tom ca (it means bag, crab, fish, lobster, chief)

It’s a gambling game with coins and a die and let me tell you

AIku goes hard on the gambling

All coins in, hes betting like he doesn’t have a mama to care for and he does well for himself (it really depends on how many drinks he has for the time being)

HE IS THE BANK MATERIAL GUUUURRL ✨💅👯‍♀️

Aiku is the designated labor hound in the family

Groceries in the car? Don’t worry Aiku’s single handedly doing one trip AND the rice bags back and forth

Need a huge vat of bone marrow to make pho? No problem aiku is lifting it to the kitchen already

Aiku gets so overworked over new years

His compensation is the food and girls in ao dai for him to flirt with (which his relatives try to set him up and scold him if he makes them pissed off,,,,,one even tried to pull out a rice paddle from the kitchen to smack his ass)

SPEAKING OF–

AIKU IN AN AO GAM

Him in like a black one with golden embroiderment and the pattern is like snacks or clouds ooooo him in a blue one or white one I'm screeching

He’s sent out as a human sacrifice to light the fire crackers lol

His mom has the stereotypical job of nail technician, which meant that little aiku had to be dragged to his mother’s workplace that she owns

He either sat in the pedicure seats, in the back with shrimp chips or actually helping his mom

He knows how to file nails, do the basic coats and even jeweling

His mom’s coworkers would fawn at him and give him candies at the cash register

Now they bully him about his present hair whenever he visits the nail salon

A typical convo between mother and son:

“Aye, why is your hair so messy and long?! You a world star soccer player and you look homeless!!”

“mę it's not thaaaaat bad–”

“No it looks like you don’t shower get haircut I will do okay-”

“MĘĘĘĘ THIS IS HOW I GET GIRLS”

“BOY YOU TOLD ME YOU CHEAT LAST TIME AT THE KARAOKE WITH YOUR FRIENDS HOW IS THAT GETTING ANY GIRL TO MARRY?!!”

“MARRY!? IM 19–“

“MY FRIEND HAS A DAUGHTER WHO GOES TO VERY GOOD UNIVERSITY YOU SHOULD MEET”

and so on in berating viet from aiku’s mother

I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS Aiku calls his dad otou-san/pappa (apparently the swedish say papa like that) and his mom mę/kaa-san (viet way of mom)

His place has a box of tiger balm and that eagle oil and salonpas (okay so i have a thing the patched up look and aiku using them around his sore muscles ouchie mama)

When he helps to make spring rolls they are overstuffed so he has to double rice sheets lmaooo

Even his 12 year old cousins make prettier ones than him its pathetic

This guy. LOVES WITH HIS WHOLE MAN BOOBIES viet coffee ok it just hits different

He has the coffee drip, condense milk, the viet coffee his mom gives him when he visits her, blasts a viet love song and vibes

Okay the most traumatizing thing after his ideals being crushed was definitely viet school (every saturday from 9am to 12pm)

All the lessons and repetitive worksheets and the dances in the gym 💀 💀

In elementary he was in a viet youth group (he was a lion dancer don’t ask) as well along with viet school and soccer practice (lmao overworked Asian kid)

Aiku’s bubble tea order is a bit basic. He just orders regular bubble tea with reduced sugar and less ice or any kind with coffee in it (pov your on a boba date with Aiku and you try each other’s drinks omg should be me)

He gets dragged around by his mom in malls for clothing like he’ll be sitting in the store seats while she looks at articles of clothing lined up and hold up any clothes that would fit her son, “Em oy! Look at these jeans, try them on!” “Mm okay Mę 😞” (they’ve been at the same store for 1½ hours)

His wallet has a few credit cards, a debit card, numbers from various girls and the most important…A COSTCO CARD

he has one for the cheap gas cause he may like 15,000,000 yen in a single neo league match from soccer teams but anything for a bargain

He hits on the older ladies at the meat section of Costco 🙃🥴😎 (“aha can I get your snapchat mamas?”)

He likes the lemon ginger kombucha and usually tries to grab as many samples as he can (if he has siblings then he bribes them to give their portion)

Whenever the u-20 team has to fly out for a match or travel Aiku downloads shows/drama to pass the time

Only, they’re all in vietnamese dub so the team is just so confused what their captain is watching and whenever they try to ask him what’s happening on screen he fucks with them saying shit like,

“Oh the husband is currently homeless right now due to the wife marrying a goose.”

what.

Yeah whoever sits next to Aiku during travel times watches his shows with him and just makes up what characters say it’s very fun

he has photos when he was younger wearing the ugliest character shirts with a lighting bolt fade on the side of his hair posing like the power rangers

#blue lock #bllk manga #bllk anime #oliver aiku #Oliver Aiku headcanons #Oliver Aiku hcs #fun fact the title translates to “can I get your snap”#also this isn't a new thing it was just up on my previous blog before

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