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taki118 · 2 years

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SuyaLight Master Post 1

I really like these two there’s not a lot of content for the fandom as a whole soooo her’s my submission as I get every moment of these two royals who literally share a braincell (and I love them for it) First up this is just on the manga if you are anime only its going to have stuff you havent seen yes even with what the anime covers (so read it) and there will be spoilers so beware. If you prefer Demon Monk/Cleric/Leo (which I don’t really get) I am sorry this isnt for you. Lets go!

So this is their first real interaction of the series. Up until this point Twilight has only seen her asleep and Suya only vaguely knows who he is. Right now she is looking for a demon to push pressure points on her back to induce sleep.

Seeing he fits the bill for the sort of hands that could do just that she drags him off to her dungeon cell...room its just her room thats what I’ll call it cause thats what it is, anyway he’s very confused but gets dragged anyway

Suya has a problem with how she phrases things (and this won’t be the last time) Twilight is so cute though he has only the vaguest idea of what she could possibly be asking of him and goes for it.

Not only does he look foolish to himself but others see. Not the best first impression.

But no one else can really say anything cause they all got confused in the same way.

So Suya is going around basically rating others beds and she just casually hops into Twilights as he sleeps.

She notes that his is very comfortable the highest rating thus far, and Twilight is woken with a shock.

He wants her out of room obviously but she just starts messing with his things one of which is a picture of him as a kid he very much doesnt want her seeing.

Not that she had any intent to anyway preferring the high quality drink instead.

As she continues to take things he tries to get her to explain herself and leave when Leo shows up.

Suya explains why she’s there very poorly and leaves with Twilights things back to her room. And this is a recurring gag between the three Suya does something that puts Twilight in a bad situation and Leo assuming the worst (cause his mind is almost always in the gutter) assaults Twilight. The funny part of course is that Twilight is so much more innocent than Leo.

So Suya has sleep paralysis and the teddy’s don’t know what to do, after doing some weird things to her Twilight shows up, Suya has high hopes that he will be able to actually help her

She is proven wrong as one of his subordinates makes a stupid suggestion and Twilight has a problem with saying no and second guessing himself (also he probably just wanted the kiss her)

This would be cute if it weren’t for the outfit and her death glare, he’s so nervous he’s literally shaking.

The desire to not have this forced upon her makes the paralysis go away. Now those against the ship might say this proves how much she doesn’t like him but I can make an argument that its more likely has to do with some princess rule about “No kissing before your married” that she takes too seriously as she’s prone to do. Also less likely but she could be touch adverse or does not like not being in control. I’m just saying her rejecting one kiss at the start of the series does not throw him out of the runnings

But Twilight is hurt in a lot of way probably just overall embarrassment. And again Suya’s statement to Leo could be taken as fans of the pair as her preference to him but its very obvious she means it in a practical sense as he’s a healer.

Suya always likes to take advantage of others for her own convience.

After confusing everyone in the castle cause she was told as a child never to mention her underwear Twilight and Leo come to check and see what she was hiding.

Suya is genuinely excited and Twilight feels really bad in tricking her.

Proof that Twilight is just as much of an airhead and Suya (they’re made for each other haha)

Twilight does constantly think he and Suya are similiar in their roles as royals but over time she keeps proving him wrong or under cutting his concern. His dry remark of a “little” kinda shows how he’s started to read her questioning just what a “Little” means to her.

Twilight collapses from exhaustion due to overwork but he can’t fall asleep because his mind is too anxious due to Suya and the hero causing him problems, as well as his normal personal aniexties.

At first she considers just killing him and properly escaping indicating that part of her does want to return home, and she hasn’t really become fond of the demons yet. But Teddy stops her by explaining that his he dies the castle goes down too thus probably killing her but definitely destroying her things.

So Suya tries to help Twilight fall asleep.

It does not go great.

In a roundabout way you can kinda see how Suya thought she might be helping. She doesn’t know much about demons and how they are and aren’t different from humans and these are things she has kinda done to herself.

Twilight is pretty good at understanding Suya I think Hypnos, Cursed Muscian/Dentist and the Scissor demon are probably a bit better than him but not by much.

In the same vein Suya is pretty good at understanding him, picking up on him briefly calling for his father and hearing how he can’t give up as his father never would (Twilights insecurities are just too real), and recognizing he must be very close to him as she is to her mother.

Taking advice her mother once gave her she tries to sooth Twilight.

Probably giving the first positive reinforcement he’s had in a while. He’s so embaressed though he can’t process it.

Eventually the two fall asleep rather adorably. Except for the fact that Twilight is found tied up sleeping next to Suya and they start thinking he’s into S&M. But Imma end this on a cute note. This stuff was all covered by the anime so far, I’m continue in part 2 later.

#sleepy princess #sleepy princess in the demon castle #suyalight #manga #demon king twilight #Maou-jou de Oyasumi #maoujou de oyasumi #Aurora Sya Lis Goodereste #princess suya

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piratewithvigor · 3 years

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My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously.

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged.

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

#I made this instead of doing homework #Classic Rock #Meme

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onewomancitadel · 2 years

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Hello, it’s me! I saw your post w/ branwyns about Arkos, and I thought I’d throw in my two cents. Personally it’s a little funny in an ironic sense to me, because I’m both a longtime Arkos shipper **AND** a Knightfall supporter, so I have my feet in both camps. Personally, I support Arkos for the wholesome-ness and enjoyable content, since even though IT IS a “vanilla” ship (boring, as you might say), it really warms my heart and I just like reading about it; there’s a pleasing simplicity to it that I find kind of uplifting and inspiring that will make me stick with it forever (and to an extent, the RWBY fandom). However, I also support Knightfall for the engaging drama/angst that might arise from such a pairing, and the possibility of narrative/thematic character growth for both characters involved; so far in the fics I’ve read Jaune’s been a blank-slate self-insert in all but name, colossal idiot comic relief, or a walking phallus in smut fics while Cinder almost always just gets punished, beaten down, and/or made fun of, so the two of them building up each other’s character is always welcome to me. I legitimately do think that Jaune and Pyrrha could have been a viable pairing if the latter lived though, since I think that Jaune might have had personal feelings for her that he just never realized. Call me vanilla trash, but I like being optimistic and sappy. I actually hope that Jaune and Pyrrha get more closure in some form, since while that scene in Argus with her statue and Pyrrha’s mom gives *some* closure I don’t think it ever totally healed the wound (at least to me personally), so I’m holding out hope that there’s something on the island which gives us that proper closure; I’ve seen a lot of theories and ideas, including your “Skimming Eye” fic, but one idea I’ve heard is that the Brother Gods are on that island and have mellowed out a bit, so they might give him a one-time chance to talk with her to let it all out once and for all. Really play into the Salem/Ozma parallel like you say, except things turn out for the better.

I think the thing that’s strained Arkos to me is, yeah like you said people believe she was perfect and died perfectly and continue to treat her as such (in- and out-universe), but also for another reason involving her death in the first place, since it seemed like she WANTED to die in a climactic way so went to fight against a woman she realistically had small chances of winning against when the SMART THING to do was just to run away to fight some other time cause she was already far away from Cinder when she sent Jaune away (if I remember Volume 3 correct), and that her “Do you believe in destiny?” line always felt a bit weird/forced to me since so far none of Cinder’s actions in the plot reference anything involving fate/destiny (I could be wrong, though I would KILL for some sort of Soul Mates stuff or how Cinder/Jaune’s fates are now intertwined); it feels abnormally forced to me is all. One smaller thing that’s doing it in for me is less on the show itself and more on the fandom, since they always assume they’d immediately get together had Pyrrha survived Volume 3. I read one fic from a long time back (“Eclipse” or “Twilight” - something like that I think it was titled, couple years back) that actually explored the idea, and I fell in love with the initial angst; ‘cause like, Pyrrha, girl, you kissed your partner on the lips and told him you loved him, then sent him away while you ran towards your DEATH. You don’t think there’s gonna be emotional heartbreak and distrust from him? Probably disconnected from my main points, but going on a separate tangent about making Arkos much more engaging would make this way longer than it already is.

On the other hand though, like I said, Knightfall offers up so many chances for personal character growth that is so under-utilized just ‘cause the fandom can’t seem to move on from itself. I think something that would really make me happy is that Jaune gets total proper closure with Pyrrha on the island (or in some other form), and that closure is what enables him to let go of his hate towards Cinder and then start a relationship with her after, you know, they most likely fight first, epic battle and all that for drama. Probably highly unlikely, all of this, but a man can only dream right?

Again, really, I am so, so, so, SO sorry if this is way too long for you or seems “tangent-y” and annoying, it’s just that I really had a lot of passionate feelings on the matter that I’ve kind of been bottling up that I thought I could release here.

On the lattermost note: yes, I do absolutely welcome that! The only thing I'm ever really hesitant receiving on my blog is like, an essay-length response on why something I like sucks, or why something I've posted is stupid, little more than refutal, and I think sometimes tone is lost over Internet and I'm honestly just a little sensitive. Everybody has been fabulously nice so far though, even when there was a hiccough here or there. I really appreciate anybody who feels like chatting honestly, especially if I receive context to an ask that's sent - I think sometimes with asks on Tumblr, YOU know what you mean, but me am person on other side of the screen who doesn't, and especially when I ship something relatively controversial, admittedly, I often expect the worst. For the record, no, your post was absolutely not too long at all. I always prefer being given more! And come on! This is like 'Talks Too Much' Central!!!

With that out of the way:

I definitely see and respect your thoughts, and I see where you're coming from. I was never an A/rkos shipper, and I do agree that if Pyrrha survived (which imo, if there is a version of that story, Pyrrha's identity is broken and she's a broken character - which is interesting!) the romance would not immediately resume itself. It's actually not nice to kiss Jaune and stuff him in a tin can, it's not a romantic True Love's Kiss, it's like, the Kiss of Death. So ultimately I think most depictions of the ship don't coalesce with how I view the show or respect the point of Pyrrha's tragedy.

On her death drive: hmm... I'm not sure if there's something Nietzschean about it, but you are correct, Pyrrha hurtled towards her fate pretty happily, and I read that more as the ultimate consequence of the Huntsman academies (and this is why I don't think they're treated entirely positively in the show). It's also the last fight of the Vytal Festival, quite appropriately, and... well... I mean what happened to good old fashioned fighting school manners? Cinder's like, I'll show you a fight.

Pyrrha was very young, she was steeped in idealism, and she thought it the most noble duty to go to her death... that's the stuff of children, dying for an ideal, and thinking it all stops here. It's a very narrow worldview. Jaune is left wounded, everybody is left wounded, even Cinder, now everybody considers it her blackest deed, when arguably I think it's one of her most just. (Pyrrha went there on her own terms).

So yeah... I don't think Pyrrha is thinking of the smart thing to do, because that's not what she's been raised in, and also like, she was meant to be the Fall Maiden, they picked her, and now she's not. I think the, 'Do you believe in destiny?' line is like one fucked-up attitude to another, both of them are disastrous, and I hate to say this because I think people might find it controversial but...

Cinder killing Pyrrha is what lets the possibility of her redemption in the future exist at all.

You're probably thinking like, what? what the fuck is wrong with you? It's the thing that MAKES her irredeemable (ha), the only murder she ever committed that's bad is PYRRHA, fuck what else, Idk. But consider, following Cinder and Jaune's intertwined fates:

it makes him rage at her and demand why she's like that; it ties them together (through him, balm is possible); it kills the ideal of the Huntress, that's all over with; it confirms that the Huntsman academies, on some level, are not right, even when that fate must be reconciled with (re: Gretchen... yes, Gretchen wanted to do the right thing, and the Huntsman academies exist in response to Salem, really, this is maybe another post); it's the wound that makes it possible to heal. It's death that gives life, and it kills any idea of who any of them could have been that they have to move past; it's the death of childhood. Oh and sorry, editing this to put this here: the poison and the love potion are essentially the same potion.

I do have to respectfully disagree on the Jaune/Pyrrha romance needing more closure, mostly because I disagree on the characterisation of his actions throughout V4-8 post-Pyrrha, and also because the point of V6 Jaune/statue!Pyrrha is from the angle of whether it is possible to persist onwards when their goal has completely changed. It's a situation that even Pyrrha didn't know about that she died for. That's the salt in the wound. Salt is also cleansing. The fact people read that as romantic as opposed to being related to the fact Pyrrha died for something she didn't fully understand... troubles me? It's not a great situation, anyway, since most of fandom is attached to true love Jaune/Pyrrha, and I acknowledge that I am hostile to that. So I always encourage other people to take what I say with a grain of salt. But I mean, the Jaune/Ruby hug in V6 when they return back safely is very platonic; it's very significant, though, because she didn't die, just like he's feared since Pyrrha's death, that nobody will come back.

I think that element of Jaune's character is dismissed... pretty severely by fandom. It's not that his girlfriend died, his TEAMMATE died, and it could happen at any time. The thread between Pyrrha, Weiss and Ruby on this front is... important. Diminishing that, I think, weakens every single character in this scenario, especially the Jaune and Ruby friendship, which is my favourite in the show, followed by Ruby and Weiss.

Personally, I would prefer that the island is a Special World, rather than an underworld (Campbellian katabasis needs a Special World, not necessarily an underworld whence you return with knowledge/boon). An underworld is pretty overdone, and for Ruby's case, her mother won't be there. On the brother gods: I disagree that them mellowing out makes sense or that they're actually good at all, but I have a crackpot theory I'm not sure whether I'm comfortable sharing. All I'll say is that the Relic Spirits are benevolent (and Jinn is a benevolent matriarchal figure to Ruby in V6), and the brother gods are spiteful and petty. I don't like them. I think they're probably the big bad after Salem.

It's very interesting to hear from somebody ships both Jaune/Pyrrha and Jaune/Cinder, since I am the thoroughly monogamous, soulmates-to-end-all-soulmates type of person for an OTP (I don't think Jaune/Pyrrha were in love, but I do admit there was romance there; I just contest the after the fact depiction, including and especially because fridged girlfriend is borderline sexist stuff I'm not interested in). I mostly disagree that Jaune/Pyrrha would work after the fact, if she lived (she would be a completely different character) because Jaune's not his true realised self yet, that's after the fact, and unfortunately from a symbolic perspective... sigh... you are all booing me right now, Cinder is his anima, all of the endgame romances are anima/animus, he's not symbolically whole without confronting/integrating her. Jaune/Pyrrha is like, the idealism of childhood romance, much like Jaune's crush on Weiss. Also, I don't like the idea that like... Cinder is second-best. I really don't like that... I would be here for an established Jaune/Pyrrha relationship which breaks down, followed by Cinder, but like, she's not second-place he's settling for because Pyrrha's dead.

Knightfall is... difficult and confrontational, and messy, and it's the wound to fix all wounds, it's the highest price with the most valuable boon, it's the romance that starts after they both grow and then their character arcs - like that darling anon pointed out - are convergent, and then it's almost impossible for me to read one without the other. His lowest low at her highest high.

I'm glad you like Knightfall from the sounds of it. I'm not going to comment on what the fandom chooses to do with their characters, but specifically for me it's Volume 4 and onwards Knightfall that interests me. They're fundamentally changed after that - both of them are deeply wounded, Cinder is dehumanised with the Grimm arm (that we didn't know of at the time). That's most potent and interesting to me. Jaune and Cinder are such compelling characters and I absolutely adore them both, like they're my absolute favourite in the show, and easily two of my favourite male and female characters in a major property like RWBY.

On the note of fandom moving on: well... yeah, but RWBY committed itself to killing Penny, and it told the story on its own terms, so I do think they're going to do what they want to do, they did what they did with Ironwood despite people failing to read and confront the text and evident foreshadowing. I don't think fandom's attachment to Pyrrha at all hurts Jaune/Cinder. I do find it highly ironic that Pyrrha is immortalised in perfect memory, meanwhile a female character with five extra volumes of development is dismissed and discarded, but like, whatever!

Pyrrha fits the masculine ideal of a female character. She's cute, she's funny, she's awkward, she's well-meaning, she trains Jaune and sees something special in him, and he sees her as a person, she has a very attractive design (red/green/gold, she's already perfect complementary colours on her own, that's why when Ruby turns up, silver joins the mix), so she's palatable. She's only uncomfortable a character because other people hurt her, and she has a tragic fate.

Cinder is decidedly not the masculine ideal of a female character. She's messy and difficult and she didn't grow from pain, she over-relied on it, she was hurt and abused and she didn't become a better person, it atrophied her ability to accept that something better might be possible for her and other people might love her ('the truth is that nobody loves you'), she's SCARRED (I've received comments before on my blog that she's 'so much hotter' before she has scars), she's ANGRY, and she's HUNGRY. Once you open female hunger, it's a complete tin of worms. Most of all, her archetype is a masculine one. She's a Byronic hero(ine). Of course she's inaccessible, even to feminine fandom who loves their Byronic heroes.

So you'll have to forgive me if I do hold resentment to Pyrrha's characterisation, because ultimately Jaune/Pyrrha is everything I hate in an M/F ship, and the only reason I like it is because it's subverted on every level, and Jaune's angst is the absolute injustice and tragedy of her death, enabled at every single level of the hierarchy. MORE compelling than sad boyfriend, better for everybody. Besides which: who else has been let down?

I think... to some degree Jaune has left his vengeance behind. I've said this in the past, this is the major turn of V5, but I think yes, of all of the characters, he's the one who could 'see' Cinder. *drops fic title* The distance which fools the skimming eye.

It was lovely to hear your thoughts, and I'd love to hear more and continue discussing it. I hope my reply was thorough enough; if there's anything you'd like me to clarify (or equally, challenge me on), by all means. (o:

I'm having a lot of fun, so thank you!

I came to here to edit that... I think I was a little harsh on your ship (Jaune/Pyrrha), I was speaking quite frankly about my opinion. I did just want to address about what you said at the start of your ask: it’s not... the vanilla nature that makes me hate it, that’s the reason I’m not interested in shipping it, and you’re not boring at all just to be totally clear. The reason I have antipathy towards it is moreso fandom reaction, as I outlined above, and the gender dynamics of it are deeply unpalatable to me, at least in fanon characterisation.

#seraphina's asks #user: technonecromancerderaxus #cinder fall sadsack tag #knightfall #SO sorry if someone is an a/rkos shipper and this turns up in the tags #I tried so hard to avoid mentioning it #the poison and the love potion are essentially the same potion

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ddaengyoonmin · 4 years

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Faerie Realm 15

Pairing: Ot7xReader; currently Jungkook x reader with some Taehyung x reader and Jimin x reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut(In previous and later chapters)

Theme: Based kinda on sword art online a lot of similar ideas and themes kinda combining the idea of them trapped in the game, but the world is closer to ALFheim online

Warnings; not much for this chapter but let me know if I missed something!

Word count: 2.8k

Taglist: (still no one got back to me on if this taglist is still good or not so I’m thinking I'm gonna just keep reposting it and adding to it. ayyy ) @taekookandyoongi @life-anime-food @i-like-puppy-mg @seesawsmin-flower @karissassirak @btsvisuals @vynia @twilight-loveer @nochuactivate @swoozleee

"This is a fucking brilliant trend you're getting into y/n." A familiar voice came from behind you.

Shit.

You spun around to see Jimin with his calico ears pressed firmly down and back against his hair.

Staring at you with an expression of disappointment, his brows furrowed together and his upper lip turned up slightly in disgust at you.

“Jimin!” you yelled out across the pool of water between you. He started to turn around and step away, shaking his head.

Your wings were fluttering before you even registered yourself moving over to him and you quickly put a hand on his shoulder and tried to gently pull him around to face you.

He flinched dramatically and recoiled away from you, but spun around to face you.

“What y/n? It's not me you’re going to have to make excuses to.” He hissed out.

“I know that…” You muttered. You had been hovering about a foot off the ground, now you were landing yourself slowly as you dropped your head to look down. Ashamed and embarrassed.

“Oh...Right of course.” Jimin chuckled, though you could tell he didn’t think anything was funny. “You’re just here to ask me not to tell him.” He shook his head, and turned around again. “Don’t worry. You can deal with your shit yourself, that's not my business anymore.”

His words were so harsh. You couldn’t tell if it was the hurt from him being so disappointed in you, or the fact that he was completely right that was making tears fall down your face once again today. It was probably a lot of both.

And a whole lot of not knowing what to do next.

The thing you couldn’t understand though, was why Jimin was reacting so cruelly to you if he wasn’t going to go tell Jungkook.

Of all people he should understand how things like that can happen.

“Jimin…” Your voice was slightly hoarse as you spoke his name.

“I just wish if you were going to start breaking rules again you would’ve...considered me?” He shrugged as he kept walking.

Your body snapped into movement again and you sped up to catch up with him, looking behind you to see a very guilty looking Taehyung trailing not too far behind, likely trying to stay out of things in hopes not to escalate the situation.

“Considered you?” you repeated his words.

Jimin stopped walking abruptly, balling his hands into fists and biting down on his lower lip.

“You really are that dense huh.” He muttered.

You continued to stare at him blankly, waiting for him to continue. Not wanting to acknowledge his insult.

“What happened between me and you might’ve just been a dumb lapse in judgement for you, and maybe thats what this was with Taehyung too...but I loved you y/n. A lot. You…” He started to get slightly choked up and shifted his gaze away from you. “I still love you...but you keep choosing everyone but me. You put all of the blame of that mistake on me...but now you’ve done it again.” Now there was no question he was crying. Jimin had erupted into a fit of tears and without thinking you had your arms wrapped around him.

You held yourself against his shaking body as he sobbed, and his arms slowly made your way to link around you, wrapping the fingers of his right hand together with the left, locking in his hold on you.

“It was my fault Jimin...I’m so sorry I blamed you.” you whispered.

Jimin pulled back, wiping the tears from his eyes and shrugging. “Whatever.” he sighed “I won’t tell.”

Then he looked over your shoulder, to where you could only assume Taehyung was standing in the distance watching this whole scene curiously.

Jimin then looked back to you, taking a strand of your blue hair and tucking it behind your ear. “You can still choose me too.” he muttered, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on your cheek before flying away in seconds, as if he’d never been there at all.

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Back at the camp you avoided Taehyung and Jimin as much as you could. Jimin didn’t seem to give you any troubles with that, but Taehyung had managed to sit himself on the opposite side of you as Jungkook at dinner. Causing you to be crammed between the two men as you ate. You felt like you were going to faint from the awkwardness of it all. You were relieved when Taehyung stood up and went to go talk with Jin by the fire for a while.

Jungkook turned to you and started to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear, to which you flinched away at.

He was almost startled at your reaction, but didn’t say anything. Simply looking you up and down curiously before returning to finish his food.

“When you guys are done I have something to talk about.” Namjoon yelled over to the two of you.

He’d just taken a seat on one of the logs sitting around the orange flames he’d thrown to the pit earlier that evening.

In a few minutes you and Jungkook were the last two joining in. Jungkook wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the two of you settled into your seat. Taehyung’s frown and sad glances your way were not missed by you.

“So first things first, did we get enough material?” Namjoon spoke.

Your team one by one pulled up their screens to check their inventory, pulling out the shell metal that you’d all collected from floor one.

Jin stood up and went around one by one collecting them and storing them in his own inventory.

“37 pieces! I only needed 30” Jin smiled.

“Hell yeah!” Jungkook smiled widely, squeezing his hold on you tighter and pulling you in to kiss your forehead. You smiled your best smile. But, it was definitely a forced one. Whether Jungkook noticed or not you couldn’t tell.

You felt so guilty, you’d been on that trip for him you were hunting down those items for him.

You almost told him right there what had happened.

But you couldn’t. You weren’t ready to lose him yet,and his sweet happy smile and gentle way of looking at you.

“Next thing I need to talk about is a bit more serious.” Namjoon looked at Jungkook as he spoke.

You felt your stomach clench into a tight knot and your hands started to sweat.

Had Jimin told his brother? Maybe Namjoon didn’t feel right about keeping it a secret the same way Jimin had said he would.

Maybe Namjoon felt that it was his duty to his fellow game designer and beta tester to tell him what you and Taehyung had done today.

You turned to Jungkook and started to open up your mouth to explain.

“So there's a new skill line being talked about.” Namjoon said before you could say anything.

Oh.

You felt a wave of relief. Though you knew that was awful of you.

“A new skill line?” Hoseok repeated back confused, turning your gold staff over in his hands as he spoke.

Yes, you’d given your staff to Hoseok. Only temporarily you’d told him. You just wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you’d done anything else but that when you saw the way his face lit up upon seeing it. Then turning to pure jealousy though he tried not to show it. You’d giggled and told him the two of you could both use it, and you’d let him hang on to it for a while until he could teach you how to use it better. He was a better teacher when it came to this game after all.

It hadn’t let his hands since.

“I stopped by the library like I sometimes do on the way back from missions. I like to check in and see if there are any new scrolls or texts out that could bump up your skill levels by reading them.” He explained.

You all nodded, listening and very much already knowing this about Namjoon. He liked to think of himself as a closet book nerd, but it was very much out in the open. He enjoyed going to the library because it was a routine of his in the real world.

When he’d found out that there was one here close by, you could’ve sworn he’d been told you were all getting freed from the game.

It was nice when players could find things like that here. Things that made them feel real again.

“So I ended up running into a player there who’d just arrived from floor one today.” Namjoon continued.

“For the first time?” Jin spoke out shocked. It was extremely rare for a player to be new to this floor at this point. Everyone who was capable of moving up already had.

So, why would someone who was able to move up wait months to go through the portal…

Namjoon nodded at Jins question

“He was an older man, in his 60’s or 70’s at least. And yeah, that surprised me too.” Namjoon agreed with the tone of the room. “I asked him why he was just now getting here of course. And he told me that he spent every single day since the start of this in a bookstore on floor one. He actually ran it for a bit and has now left it to another player.”

You were even more confused and intrigued by Namjoons new mysterious player encounter.

“You said this had to do with a new skill line somehow?” Yoongi furrowed his brows, he was sitting with his head on his hands and elbows on his knees staring into the fire as he tried to piece together where Namjoon was going with this.

“Yes. Getting there.” He chuckled at Yoongi. “So he was in that bookstore every day, reading every single book, even the ones that didn’t give you skills. He just liked reading, and figured if he was stuck here he might as well spend it doing something enjoyable. Slowly he started gaining his skill lines.” Namjoon paused “Let me tell you, I don’t think this man has ever been in a fight, but he showed me his skill tree, and I wouldn’t dare cross him if I were you.” His eyes widened, it was more awe than fear of the man in Namjoons voice though. “But, here's the part where it's interesting. He had a skill line that I’d never seen before, never even heard of before. It was called Strategy Skills.”

Your whole group looked back and forth at each other, scanning each other's faces to see if them, like you, had also been a stranger to this skill line. You looked to Jungkook, (though it was hard to look at him) to see if as one of the game designers he’d remember anything related to it.

But he had his eyes squinted in thought, seemingly racking his brain for any kind of memory of a skill line called Strategy.

“Never heard of it…” Jungkook muttered looking back up at Namjoon.

“I don’t think anyone has. And I think he's the only one in this game that has it…”

All of you were a bit shocked, and didn’t quite know what to say. It was an interesting discovery, but none of you really knew what it meant.

“So...what does it do?” Jin asked.

“Well, from how he described it, it literally gives you hints.” Namjoon clapped his hands together.

Your group still remained quiet.

“A blue glowing path shows up and basically tells you where to move and what to do to win in any situation, battle, or puzzle.” Namjoon explained.

Your group's eyes were widening and nodding along with him.

“That’s actually really badass.” Taehyung finally spoke up for the first time in this discussion.

Namjoon smiled his way, then at all of you knowingly.

“Not just badass.” His grin was only getting bigger. “Guys, *any* situation. It tells you the path to go.”

You were all quiet for a moment until Hoseok finally shouted it out.

“Oh my god the volcano.” and all of you gasped with him.

“Exactly.” Namjoon smirked. “ Now, the old man doesn't want to go himself. He's staying in the bookstore where it's safe, though I tried to tell him he has the highest skill levels of anyone in the game right now.” he laughed shaking his head. “But it's okay. Because he told me how to get it.”

Your jaw dropped, as did your whole party.

“For real?” your eyes were saucers at him. As boring as it sounded, this strategy skill line might honestly be your team's best bet for getting out of here. Flashy or not, this was a literal game changer.

“You have to read 1000 books. Actually read them. They can be books of any length so I’m going to try and cram as many in as I can starting tomorrow. I’ll basically be living at the library from now on.” He chuckled.

“Doesn’t sound like tourture for you.” Jimin chuckled, knowing his brother's love for books.

“No, it's perfect actually.” Jin agreed. “I’m proud of you.” He spoke sincerely causing Namjoon to look away in embarrassment at his brother's compliment.

"we'll do whatever we can to help." You smiled and nodded his way.

Namjoon returned your smile warmly. The difference between the way you see him now and the man that kidnapped you at the start of the game was quite large.

As the months went on, all of you seemed to have changed from the initial rushed survival instincts and gone more into a relaxed methodical approach to the game.

The way you saw it, if you were only on floor two this many months in, you'd have a lot of time ahead of you. No point in burning yourself out before even getting to floor five.

No, you had many floors ahead of you.

One day a few weeks back when you and Jungkook were out on a quest to find a lost item for an NPC you happened upon a small pond on the edge of the tree line.

It wasn't big or shiny. It had a simple wooden bench and a few flowers and weeds next to it.

Jungkook had grabbed your hand and excitedly ran over to it, plopping down on the bench and pulling you down with him so hard your upper half fell into his lap.

You giggled as you looked up at him and sat up straight again, planting a quick peck on his cheek before looking at the small pond in front of you.

"It's so..." He paused, searching his brain for the right words to describe. Instead he put his hands out as if to take a picture. "Normal?" He looked over to you, almost as if to ask 'do you feel it too?'

Staring out at this plain pond, with its plain bench that you could swear might give you a splinter at any moment...

"Yeah." You agreed. "This feels real. Like actually real." You sighed and rested your head on Jungkook's shoulder. He gently moved one of his hands to your thigh and started to trace tiny circles as he hummed a song.

The two of you fell asleep there in that moment, and when you woke up you'd realilzed that you really needed to make sure that you didn't forget to live while you were trying to survive.

You'd all seemed to have come to that conclusion at your own moments.

That the world you were in now could be yours for a long time, you might as well find moments to just sit and enjoy it.

You'd give anything to go back to that moment with Jungkook.

You glanced across the fire to see Taehyung staring your way. But not at you. He was staring at Jungkook, studying his friend's face in a similar way you'd been much of this night.

Likely trying to remember the moments before he'd hate the two of you.

You'd tell Jungkook tomorrow. You had to.

Grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers tightly with his, you looked away from Taehyung. Jungkook might never understand but he deserved to know.

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When you went to bed that night you didn't sleep. Scared you say it in your sleep.

'I kissed Taehyung'

You clenched your fists into balls, biting your nails into your skin to try and direct your focus somewhere else, but it failed.

Jungkook sighed cutely in his sleep next to you.

Was that really what you were scared of saying. Or was it the even bigger confession hanging in your mind that you were scared would slip out?

'I love Taehyung too'

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realmonsterboyhours · 4 years

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do any of the dons want kids? what if their significant other doesn’t want kids? i just discovered the dons and I am IN LOVE 😍

The conglomerate and children HCs Tw: Pregnancy/Children/Tokophobia

Love the question! We actually JUST got into this discussion the night you sent this so it was pretty funny timing! So, I polled the group as best I could and it seemed like most agreed that this is the basis of it. Again, please remember that these boys are sorta meant to be a “Make what you want of it” sorta deal. You want kids? That's baller, have at em. Kids make you uncomfortable? You can just assume they can’t have kids with humans, or at all <3.

My personal headcanon is that the boys can’t knock up humans unless something really strange happened. It would have to be a major accident to get knocked up by one, or you’d have to be part demon yourself. Others have mentioned they don’t think that the dons can do it at all, and some have mentioned that they can but it’s a by choice sort of deal. Zhuk

He wants kids and a family SO much more than the other dons seem to (at least outright). He never got to experience being a dad when he was alive, and he wishes he could have that experience, especially when he meets you.

If you don’t want kids: He’ll never push you. He’ll possibly talk about adoption if it’s just a fear of pregnancy and not an issue with children, but if you don’t like kids he won’t bring it up again. He knows that it’s just as much your choice as it would be his, so he’ll respect your choices and silently hope that one day you’ll change your mind.

He’s a worrywart he won’t even consider it possible until you have been checked over by as many doctors and medical professionals as he can get you in to. His size makes him a bit nervous, especially if you’re a smaller partner.

If/when you do end up pregnant if you tell him he’s fully sobbing, he’s like smiling ear to ear, he’s scooping you up into his arms, and he’s kissing you all over. He doesn’t stop that ear to ear grin for WEEKS and when he sees that bump forming he’s not gonna stop talking to it, not gonna stop touching it and you. He’ll spend nights up just watching you breathe and watching your tummy move.

If/when you go into labor he’s PANICKING, He’s got like 42 diaper bags all full, and he’s READY to go to the hospital if you’re going there. Though, Gio absolutely advises an at-home birth for a half-demon baby.

When you have the kid, you can expect him to be the dadliest dad to ever dad. He’s telling the kid jokes, he’s buying it a bunch of clothes, he’s overprotective, he’s super ingrained in every aspect of his kid’s life.

Gio

Nope! Nu uh, no way. He’s not even convinced he can have children, and if he could he wouldn’t be willing to risk it with someone he loves. He can’t imagine that a half eldritch horror monster kid would be gentle on your body and he won’t risk it.

If you don’t want kids? Great! No worries!

If you want kids, he’s open for discussion on adoption, but that’s about it. He’ll be a good dad once one is adopted, he just will be unsure at first because he’s mainly afraid of himself hurting you or the kid.

But once he falls into the rhythm of it all, he’ll be more confident with his kids, even if they’re not actually his.

Scarabee

He’s unsure of what he wants at best. He’s neither for, nor against having children, but it’s likely he would lean away from kids more than wanting them. His practice is so dangerous it’s not something he wants to bring a child into.

If you don’t want kids? Great he’s all fine with that.

If you want them he’ll be gunshy about it. Probably would need a lot of convincing to do so.

If you end up pregnant he’ll absolutely freak out when he finds out. He’s probably not gonna sleep for days, or weeks even. Is he gonna be a good dad? Is this baby going to kill you? What the hell is going to happen?!

He’ll feel like he’s walking on eggshells the entire pregnancy, then when you finally go into labor he’ll be by your side through the whole thing.

He sorta expects that feeling of “instant love” when he holds the baby but he feels more than just love, he also feels the weight of a million worries settle in on his shoulders and it’s likely he may isolate some to cope with it. It’s nothing against you or your kid, this is just so much more than anything he was expecting and it’s a lot for him to take in and absorb.

When he comes around he’ll be a very confused dad. He won’t be sure how to do anything, you’ll likely have to teach him everything. It’s not uncommon for him to dump the kid off into Zhuk’s arms because he needs a break quicker than the others would.

Over time he’d be a bit more confident, but your kids’ childhood would be far from perfect with Scarabee as a father.

Cia

I’m not entirely sure how Cia would feel. I see him mainly being confused about the idea.

If you don’t want a kid it’s no skin off his nose or anything.

If you end up pregnant he’s absolutely going to feel like he stepped into a twilight zone when you tell him. It’ll take a few for his brain to reconnect with his body but once it does he’ll soften up.

For him, it’s more about seeing you happy than it is, being a father himself. He just wants to be able to give you anything you want, and if this is what makes you happy, so be it.

When you go into labor he’s gonna flip his shit and probably sprint to wherever you’re having the baby in the estate. He’s running around the entire estate throwing up iron crosses in each corner to keep the fae out. He’s not about to lose a newborn half-demon child to some goddamn fairies, especially not HIS.

He makes it back just in time for the baby’s birth, and when he holds it he feels warm and happy. He’ll be soft, and his eyes will be even softer while he talks to your kid and he can’t stop his smile when he sees you holding your child.

He’d likely be surrounding your child in iron it’s whole childhood. He never lets them outside alone with the fae around the estate. The kid will have an okay childhood, but he’s teaching them about the fae and doing everything he can to keep that part of his life separate from the kid. It’s not uncommon for his clones to be babysitting the kid during the day just to be safe.

Bajo

So recently, Yan (the creator of this don) told us that he would likely want a big family and would want to have kids probably just as badly as Zhuk.

If you don’t want kids, like Zhuk he may offer up the idea of adoption, but if not he always can visit the orphanages they run to get time with kids and feel like a father figure enough.

If you do want kids he’s gonna be so excited. If you’re having kids you’re gonna be put on the best prenatal healthcare you could imagine. He’s taking you to a bunch of appointments, and he’s making sure you’re as healthy as possible.

I hope you want multiples because he’s gonna want a few, and I like to imagine he’s pretty good at making twins/multiples.

When you tell him you’re pregnant his eyes are going to fill with shock, and then fill with immediate blind happiness. He’s sweeping you up and kissing you all over. He’ll be super over-protective for a long time. He’s probably not even gonna let the other dons spend time alone with you because he just changes so much when you end up pregnant.

When you go into labor he thinks you’re just joking, until he realizes you’re serious and then he’s summoning ALL his clones to get everything ready, to let the others know whats going on and in general he’s just doing everything he can to keep you happy, healthy and safe.

He’s gonna be such a good dad, he’ll be loving playing with the kids, joking with them. You’ll absolutely see him out in the garden showing them plants and flowers or playing outside with them where he can. A kid raised by Bajo would end up likely really funny, and a bit chaotic, but totally worth it when you see it has dad’s dimples!

#hax hcs #The conglomerate #Zhuk #Gio #Scarabee #Bajo #Cia #pregnancy #tokophobia

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 4 years

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Only Dancing

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: You don’t expect Bucky to join you for a night out. But who says an old wolf can’t learn new tricks. (This is in the “Only For A Moment” universe but can be read as a one shot.)

Warnings: Smut, some jealousy, other than that just fluff

A/N: I feel like I should point out that I ship Okoye and M’Baku because she could handle that man.

Also, this is the last drabble before part 2 starts. So. Many. Feelings.

(Sorry if you got tagged twice. Apparently the tags didn’t take. Beginning to think that @invisibleanonymousmonsters is on to something by not fucking with a tag list because UGH sometimes it’s a pain. Anyway...

TAGS ARE OPEN 🙃

“Poetry,” Nakia says on a sigh as the knives fly back into your waiting palms. “Pure, violent, poetry.” You can’t help but laugh as the small vibranium knives slot themselves back into their holster around your wrist.

“It’s not all me, Shuri made these magical things.” They really were perfect. Calibrated to return automatically to their holster at the mere whisper of your power.

They weren’t the only magic Shuri had worked.

Originally, the thought of letting anyone - even someone like Shuri - run any kind of tests on you was at best terrifying and at worst made you contemplate murder. Now though, you couldn’t be more grateful.

Your whole life you’d been a mystery to yourself, never really knowing why you were different or really what you were capable of. After Hydra had their hands on you the sense of being a stranger in your own skin had only grown. How could anyone trust themselves when they had no way of knowing their limits or even how their body functioned?

In less than a week Shuri had, for the most part, unraveled the mystery.

Your power? A genetic anomaly, likely from your father’s side. She was still puzzling over just how that anomaly worked, how it reacted with your brain to produce your telekinesis. What she did figure out was that, as you suspected, the more you used this ability the stronger and more precise it became - with limits.

“Self-preservation will kick in at some point,” she explained when you told her about the times when you’d found your ability overwhelming. “The mind can only handle an influx of so much information at a time before it overloads.”

What Hydra had done? A bastard version of what kept Steve and Bucky spry even at 100 years old.

“The cellular regeneration is a bit slower, and it doesn’t seem to have done as much in terms of strengthening the proteins in your body,” she said. You’d stared at her blankly. “Basically,” she sighed, “you’re a really good fake to Rogers’ and Barnes’ name brand. Almost as good but your strap may break sooner than theirs.”

Once she knew how you ticked she immediately began crafting weapons unique to your abilities, like the knives - which she called Panther Teeth, fairly accurate considering they were terrifyingly sharp and small enough that they were almost unassuming.

As you weren’t an official member of the Dora Milaje you didn’t get the spear they carried, instead, Shuri made you twin short spears that hung at your side. They fired similarly to their full-size cousins but at a more rapid pace and shorter burst since your power could balance any recoil.

The best by far was the vambraces that fit around your forearms. Similar to T’Challa’s suit they absorbed kinetic energy in a fight but when paired with your power they could release that energy in more focused blasts, form a shield, or even send out a powerful wave of force.

All of Shuri’s amazing creations paired with your own growing strength made you feel like someone to be reckoned with, someone who could protect who and what she loved no matter the threat. You’d never known freedom like this.

“So, did you convince him to come tonight?” You ask Nakia as you unfasten the holsters from your wrists.

“Pff,” she scoffs. “A king can’t just go out whenever he wants.” She says in a pretty perfect imitation of T’Challa.

You laugh, “A king is still mad you declined his proposal.”

“I didn’t decline necessarily,” she says, slipping free of her training gear. “I just told him I wasn’t ready to be queen.”

“Can’t say I blame you.” The two of you settle into the steam room, your tired muscles already singing in the relaxing heat.

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you sell that wolf of yours on making a public appearance?”

You give her a sideways glance, “What do you think?”

“I think Okoye owes me money,” Nakia says with a grin.

“What?! She actually bet that he’d come?”

“She did,” Okoye says stepping in the room to join you both.

“Time to pay up general!” Nakia goads.

“Not just yet,” a sly smile curls Okoye’s lips. “I have a plan.”

“How do you even know they’re both going to be at the farm?” You ask as the hovercraft sails in the direction of your home.

“I know everything,” Okoye responds.

“Not true,” Nakia quips. Okoye throws her a glare.

“She’s right. You didn’t know the name of the second Star Wars movie.”

“Those films are not in the right order!”

“You also didn’t know that Shuri was planning to sneak out to Coachella,” Nakia points out. You nod in agreement.

“Ok, fine,” she concedes with a half-hearted sigh. “M’Baku told me. T’Challa asked if he wanted to join them but-”

“But that man goes where you lead,” Nakia laughs.

“Of course he does,” Okoye says. Apparently, the leader of the Jabari had been none too friendly before the attempted usurping. Since then though, he an Okoye had grown rather close, though they refused to make anything official.

Her plan was a simple one. Since you’d brought your things to get ready at her place in the city there was no obvious reason to go back to the farm for anything unless there was something she or Nakia just desperately wanted to borrow. So, you’d all get ready and take a quick romp to the countryside to grab a necklace or earrings as to tempt your men to join up.

T’Challa may take the bait but you knew that, even though your ass looked immaculate in these high waist leather shorts, your husband would not be joining you this evening. You shared as much.

“Alright, $50 he shows,” Okoye bets.

“Oh, I’ll take that bet,” you shake her offered hand as your house comes into view through the twilight.

Sure enough, T’Challa and Bucky were sitting by the lake glasses in hand. The two men look back as you all disembark.

“Two elders enjoying a peaceful evening. It’s so cute,” Nakia jabs.

“You’re so funny,” T’Challa tosses back, dragging his eyes from her plunging neckline with visible effort and back to the water.

“Everything ok?” Bucky asks, rising to meet you. Ever the worrier.

“Yup. Nakia wanted to borrow a necklace is all.” He nods and holds the curtain open for you to go inside.

It’s now that he seems to fully take in your outfit, his eyes growing wide.

The black lace bustier you borrowed from Nakia left little to the imagination but was kept in check by the cropped moto jacket and of course, there were the leather shorts. The whole thing was finished by the heeled Doc Marten’s which you’d nearly wept over when you brought them home from your first trip shopping with Nakia. Being able to build a wardrobe again was an unexpected Wakandan perk.

You fight back a burble of laughter as you watch him swallow hard, averting his eyes from your ample chest.

Without a glance back at him you head straight to the bedroom to fish out a long chain necklace that would perfectly fit with Nakia’s deep cut neckline - this may have been a last-minute ruse but you had dressed people for a living once, you could amp up your girls look and try to bait your husband into going out with leather booty shorts at the same time.

When you turn back he’s leaning in the doorway, clearly having been staring at your ass.

“You look nice,” he says finally meeting your eyes.

“I look hot,” you counter with a smirk. “There’s a difference.”

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. You lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek, your dark red lipstick not leaving a single mark.

“Have a good night babe,” you toss over your shoulder and head back outside.

T’Challa is chatting somewhat awkwardly with Nakia as Okoye grins like a Cheshire cat beside them.

“Got it!” You call to Nakia, holding up the necklace.

Nakia turns her back to you and you clasp it on. The gold choker adds the right amount of shimmer and the long front piece falls down into the neck of her dress drawing the eye. Perfect.

“See, it was just what this needed.”

Nakia grins, “You’re right. Ok, let’s go! Bye boys!” With that, the three of you are back on the hovercraft without another word.

A couple of hours later you push through the bodies on the dance floor to the booth you all claimed. Okoye and M’Baku lounge, sipping their drinks.

“I think you owe me $50,” you say, finishing your own cocktail - it didn’t do anything much for you but you did like the taste.

“The night is still young!” Okoye protests. “Did you see what they were wearing? It’s not like they could just roll out like that. Give them time.”

“I’ll make sure she pays up,” M’Baku says with a wink.

“Holding you to that!” You yell before heading back to the floor.

It felt good to have nights like this again - laughter, and friends, and music loud enough to drown every worry. You didn’t even mind the crowd, nor the stranger with his hands on your hips.

There’s a small ripple through the sea of people and you see T’Challa join Nakia on the floor. Okoye had pulled M’Baku out too, seeing them together her head falls back in a triumphant laugh. You shake your head, smiling, and continue to dance.

The feeling of someone’s eyes on you sends a tingle up your spine. Methodically you scan the pulsing dark of the club, telling yourself there is no threat despite your mind automatically assuming the worst.

In a flash of light, you see him on the other side of the floor, just beyond the crowd of bodies moving to the music. His hair hangs loose, a tight black tee strains across his chest, the left arm tucked in neatly, and his hand is shoved in the pocket of a pair of dark slim fit jeans that you’re not sure he owned before tonight.

You smile, chalking his scowl up to the loud crowded space he finds himself in. With a nod, you step away from the man you’d been dancing with and head for Bucky. When he doesn’t move forward you send a bit of your power out to wrap around him, thinking to pull him in. He doesn’t budge.

Turning away he stalks from you and the dancing crowd.

Now you’re a little confused. You walk all the way out to the open-air terrace at the back of the club. He’s nowhere to be found.

You make your way down the terrace steps to the first landing, away from the crowd. Why come all the way here… You wonder when a rough hand grips your arm spinning you back into a dim service corridor. Bucky’s body presses hard into yours pinning you to the wall.

The dark look on his face clouds his blue eyes, but still, he’s so gorgeous it makes your breath catch. Gripping your jaw with his powerful hand he tilts your face up just a bit, holding it as his kiss sears you in place. It’s a hungry, passionate, possessive kiss. His tongue immediately parting your lips, tasting you, demanding more. When he pulls back you’re panting.

Despite the heat of that kiss, his expression remains unchanged, fingers digging into your skin. Slowly his grip lessens, calloused touch trailing down your neck until they reach the collar of your jacket.

Faster than your flustered mind can process right now, he grips the collar of your jacket, using it to spin you around to face the wall. In one swift tug, he pulls the jacket down your arms, tossing it aside.

His hand rests on your chest, pressing you into him. The heat of his breath on your neck and his stubble barely scratching against your shoulder makes desire sing through your body. The sensation distracts you so much you don’t notice that his hand had migrated to the button of your shorts.

Sure fingers loosen the skin-tight garment, the zipper crawling down.

“Bucky,” you breathe in weak protest.

“Shut up,” he growls fingers dipping into you to find that you’re already dripping. Biting your lip you grind against him, always eager for his touch.

“That’s how you moved with him,” his voice is gravel rough against your ear. A light bulb goes off in your mind and your movement ceases. “Would you rather have him?” Bucky presses the outline of his hard cock against the curve of your ass.

Holy shit. You almost laugh but manage to hold it in.

“Are you jealous Mr. Barnes?”

There are no words just his ragged breath. He answers with the sound of his own zipper lowering, his hand roughly tugging your shorts down your ass.

“Answer me.” The demand in his voice makes your mouth water for some reason. Tilting your head back onto his shoulder you look into those stormcloud eyes of his.

“I only want you.” You reach for him, pulling his throbbing cock from his jeans. “I only ever want you.”

“Good.” This time his kiss is rough but fleeting before he pulls your underwear to the side and thrusts himself into you. Your hand flies to your mouth to catch your cry as your body stretches around him.

The force of him threatens to knock you off balance. He reaches his hand around both steadying you and finding your clit at the same time. Rhythmically he rolls the tender bud under his middle finger, making every nerve ending in your body vibrate. His pace quickens and you think you will not be able to hold in this scream, it’s too good, too much.

“Quiet now, sweetheart,” he says low, his own breath staggering.

Barely you manage to stifle the sound of your orgasm rocking through your body. A moment later you feel Bucky’s cock pulse, a soft moan from him making your hair stand on end.

He pulls out and you tug your shorts up. When you turn to face him he’s plucking your jacket off the ground.

“Here,” he holds it up, as you slip back into it. Once it’s on his arm wraps around your chest holding you so tight you can feel his heart still racing against your back.

“I meant it,” you say, relaxing into the comforting feel of him. “You’re all I want, Bucky.” He nods, his cheek resting against the side of your head.

“Seeing you… I don’t think I’ve ever been the jealous type but…”

“It was just dancing babe.”

He huffs out a dry laugh, “It doesn’t look like just dancing.” Turning in his arms to face him you take hold of his ass, pulling his hips to yours.

“Next time just come with me then,” you move against him. “You love to dance.”

A small smile plays on his lips, “I don’t know this kind of dancing.”

“It’s easy.” You can hear the music clear enough pouring from the open doors above you. “Just feel the music. No steps to remember. Just be present.”

Moving your hands to his hips you guide them to move with your own. Soon enough he’s getting a feel for it, letting his hands caress your curves.

“See, easy,” you say smiling up at him. “We should get going before Okoye comes looking.”

He nods. As you begin to step away he cups your cheek, pulling your mouth to his once more. This time the hunger is replaced with something far richer that sends tingles down your spine.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love all of you,” you respond. “Even the jealous bits.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. Especially if it gets you to fuck me in an alley, kinda hot.” He barks out a laugh.

“I’d say it’s more a hallway. What kind of husband would I be if I fucked you in an alley.”

“A fun one,” you say with a wink. Taking his hand in yours, you both head back upstairs.

“Well you two look damn near giddy,” Okoye teases. They’d all set up at one of the terrace tables.

“Just a quick dancing lesson. He’s a fast study,” you say. Bucky sits in the one open seat and you perch on his thigh.

“Uh-huh,” Nakia says with a sideways glance.

“So,” Bucky says, arm giving you a little squeeze, “You all already tired?”

“We’ve been out longer than you old wolf,” Okoye says.

“Psh,” T’Challa waves a hand. “This is weak.”

“You both rolled up maybe 20 minutes ago, what do you mean weak,” Nakia tosses back at him.

“He’s right. Didn’t look like anyone could even break a sweat dancing like that,” Bucky pokes.

“Oh, the White Wolf wants to break a sweat, eh?”

“I think he does, Oko,” Nakia answers.

“I don’t know if the colonizer can handle it,” M’Baku laughs.

“Wanna bet?” Bucky says with a wolfish grin.

Two more clubs and several hours later M’Baku is in the process of doing 100 pushups on the street with Okoye perched on his back because the colonizer had, in fact, handled it. In fact, he’d handled it better than you by mastering some new moves - you could admit you were a little jealous.

“One hundred!” Okoye declares. M’Baku stands, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Could have just bet money you old wolf,” M’Baku grumbles.

“Too easy. And less fun for the rest of the group,” Bucky smirks, patting M’Baku on the shoulder.

Nakia gasps, shooting up from the step she’d been perched on, nose up sniffing the air.

“Chapati,” she groans.

“This is happening,” T’Challa declares, grabbing Nakia’s hand and leading her toward the intoxicating smells of meat, spices, and bread.

Within the hour, the six of you have loaded up on Chapati, Rolexes, and Bajia - the magic of meat, cheese, and starch being truly universal - and are sprawled around the king’s living space laughing and eating. It feels almost too good to be true.

In the small hours of the morning, you finally fall into bed, stomach, and heart full to bursting. Bucky flings his arm around you, holding you close.

“So,” he asks in your ear, “when’re we going dancing again?”

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avidmoviecritic · 3 years

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Worst Wednesday

Is Beautiful Creatures(2013) really that bad of a movie?

Movie review in thoughts...

Are these sounthern accents real? They don't seem real. Super fake already and it is the intro to the film. Yay. Not.

He already loves her after dreaming about her. . .uh okay. . .

Already this movie is so dark, I can't see a damn thing. It might be hiding it's bad, I dont know yet. I am trying to understand why they made some scenes so dark. They could have lightened it a little bit for the audience.

Wait is he related to this woman or what. I am confused already and it is only 4 minutes within the film. Where are his parents? Did they die? I have all the questions. We find out later he lives with his father and his mother died. Where is his father? He is nonexistent the entire film. It kinda irks me.

Another crazy christian lady. Here we go again with the negative stereotypes of those who are religious. And of course she is the main antagonist of the movie. Being stereotype sucks for all groups and honestly I think it is stupid to assume both religious and southerns act this way in the movie.

Wait...the teacher has an eye patch. That is random, but okay. We never find out what happened to his eye. He had this patch before the windows were broken so that can not be it. It is still a mystery.

Haha this guy is actually funny. I laughed like once so that is cool, I guess. I laughed at the main guy character some of the time in this movie. He has a good personality within the movie. I just wished he had more time to express that humor on screen.

I thought this was supposed to be a romance, not a horror film. Okay Beetlejuice decor vibes in the creepy house works, I guess. So the house looks pretty desolute outside but modern inside. I wonder if it is to keep people out. Well definitely not this guy cause he walked in without asking. Seemed way too easy if I was honest.

Okay, okay the old guy has a fascination with Google. I wonder how much google paid to be put in this movie. Huh

Wait, what. What powers does this old man have. Showing people their future, sounds good. I am doubtful they will go in more detail about this power though. And...I am right...wow I can see the future. They do not explain anything about his powers, it is just seen briefly in one film scene.

Wait he jumped from one place to another in a blink of an eye. Okay makes no sense but okay. Found out later that he past out and was took to his bed. It just didn't make sense that he went from one place to another so quickly.

Okay, now I am even more confused. What is happening? Is this guy on drugs? No some evil try to take him um okay. That was weird.

Also me:

When she says her family is different I am like "no shit shirlock" I think we figured that a long time ago.

We are not witches but we are casters. Okay let's give it another name but it is the same thing.

I could see the hormones from there first kiss. Seriously though. It was kinda gross. Ew.

"Can you make anything grow?" I hope this is not a challenge if he has a small penis 😂 Sorry could not help that.

So women cannot choose if they are good or bad but. . .men can? What the hell is this. This makes no sense. What does makes sense is saying witches are both bad and good just like humans. Makes more sense to me.

Another google reference from the old man. I wish I was kidding. His fascination with google worries me. It is as bad as when Edward says google it in twilight. 🙄

So this Saphrine or whatever her name is took over a body and now is controling it. Where is her body at? Why does she need to use other bodies? Confusing. I like that they don't even really explain it.

The table going in circles is ridiculous. And we get a cat fight with powers, wow.

So let's not talk about the woman having sex with an underage boy. I mean he may be in his 20s in real life but in the movie he is a teenager.

She makes him forget her cause she doesnt want to have to kill him to break the curse. Smells like true love to me.

What's up with the grandma's purple hair. It is cool though but I feel like they are trying a little too hard to be different.

Okay what's up with the witches looking super weird. A guy looked blue with clouds painted on him. Um...okay.

So wait...she didn't claim the light or dark? Now I have no idea what the whole point of the show was now. Oh okay she is both dark and light thanks for telling us through her eyes.

He remembers her after he sees the burnt sign not when he actually sees her. Doesn't not make sense but okay.

Then that is the end

So in all seriousness the movie is not all bad. Actually I remember it being more cringey the first time I watched it. I ship the couple but I do think they rushed into a relationship. He barely finds out she is a caster and starts dating her right off. I know a movie has not that much time to build the relationship. Because it is based on a book series, it may have benefited from being a TV show just cause there would have been more time to connect to the characters. He is technically already in love with her before he meets her which is odd. He just sees a dark figure in his dreams. It is not like he talks to her and sees her in the light. I think it was stupid to wipe his memory clean but I guess it helped him not die. He remembers her when he looks at the burnt sign, it is not seeing her that does it which makes no sense to me. Some scenes are so stupid including the dinner scene where the two girls fight and the table spins, ugh. Also, what the hell is an older woman doing having sex with a teenager. Ew. That is definitely crazy and wrong. After all that. I guess it is an okay show. It is not as bad as Twilight as people have commented on IMDB but it also is not the best movie ever.

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 4 years

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Helllooo May i request a fic where the reader is an art student in the university of oxenfurt and Jaskier come in as a model one day. She falls in love with him immidiatally and just cant stop painting pictures about him. Later Jask visits her in her studio and see all the stuff about himself. Then love confession( maybe he's been writing songs about her) and some soft kissing😇

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 2,099Rating: TTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @kemmastan a/n: This was a lovely prompt, I hope you like what I did with i!

“Hmm… I don’t think you’ve quite captured me.”

You shook your head and a little smile turned up the corner of your mouth but you kept your eyes focused on your canvas.

“You are supposed to be a model and models don’t speak,” you murmured quietly.

“I’m so bored though.”

You glanced up at the man who posed in front of you. Jaskier was hunched over, chin resting on his fist. He looked more pouting than pensive as he was supposed to be but the moment your eyes met, he perked up a bit.

There was no one else in the art studio since it was after hours, class having ended long ago. You’d been sick one day and Jaskier had graciously volunteered to come by and help you catch up on what you’d missed. You were in week three of the “month long strip tease” as he called it, taking a layer off each time. This week he was down to a loosely untucked chemise, sleeves rolled up to the elbows and pants whose laces were undone but still rested just at the hip. Boots were long gone, leaving him barefoot. Indeed, if anyone who walked by the doors saw him in his attire and you, a bit sweaty with disheveled hair, tired after a long day of classes made longer by this extra work, they would have assumed something unsavory was happening. They would have been tragically mistaken.

“You didn’t have to agree to this. Hell, it was your idea,” you reminded him, extending the handle of your paintbrush to gently position his chin back to where it was supposed to be. He playfully nipped at the brush but then moved back into position dutifully.

“Hmm, yes, and why do you suppose I did that?” he asked. It was the same flirtatious tone he used with everyone and you knew that, but still you felt a little shiver of excitement at the tone. Perhaps one day someone would use that with you and mean it but it wouldn’t be Jaskier, the traveling bard with a thousand muses around the globe. He had no need for a simple art student with barely enough life experiences to count on one hand. That would change when you graduated, though. You were determined. Though as the day came closer you grew more anxious about those barely conceived plans.

“You are a patron of the arts of course,” you replied, mixing the shades of blue together. You’d known the first day he walked into the classroom that those eyes would torment you as you tried to create the right shade to capture them. You knew you’d never feel you truly got it right and so far you’d been correct. You’d made far more paintings than the three you’d done for class. In your personal studio you had what appeared to be a shrine to the bard. You just couldn’t get him out of your head and your fingers itched constantly to paint him again, to try and capture his likeness better, more accurately.

“I suppose that must be it,” Jaskier said in somewhat plaintive tone. Yet when you looked back at him again he gave you a little wink and you stopped worrying, rolling your eyes again and setting to get the portrait done.

You were finished before another hour passed and though he tried to catch a glimpse you successfully hid it from him.

“I offered you a deal,” you said, “You show me the song you’ve been working on and I’ll show you the painting that I’m working on. A fair trade of artistic sampling.”

“Perhaps another time,” he said, “May I walk you home?”

Since meeting in that first class nearly a month ago the pair of you had struck up an easy friendship. In truth you felt much more than that for him but you were happy just for the chance to talk with him, much less anything else. He was brilliant and funny and endlessly encouraging. When you told him of your dreams of traveling he’d insisted that you do it and even offered to introduce you to some nobles who had a keen eye for artists they wanted to support. In all of that time, though, you’d never seen each other away from the sprawling campus of Oxenfurt University.

“Alright,” you said a little reluctantly, nervous but also unwilling to pass up a single opportunity to spend more time with him. He gallantly offered you his arm and the pair of you walked through the streets. It was twilight and lamplighters were roving about to light the lanterns that would keep you safe as you walked, the skies bathed in a soft golden and pink watercolor.

“Are you excited to be finishing classes soon?” Jaskier asked.

“I should be,” you said. He laughed, but not unkindly. It was a laugh of understanding.

“I felt much the same when I approached graduation,” he said, “Sometimes I think that’s why I come back so often to lecture and just visit. I felt safe here.”

“Do you not feel safe out there?” you asked.

“No. But that’s part of the fun of it, right? The uncertainty, the potential for danger which makes it exciting,” he mused.

“I suppose so… But I do wish there was a way to both have adventures and be safe or at least feel safer,” you replied.

“Travelling with a witcher has helped a bit. You’re much harder to kill with one around,” he said.

“You’re also the target of more attacks though,” you countered. You’d heard him tell stories about his adventures to breathless students but you hadn’t joined in on their glee. Instead you’d grown more and more worried about the bard’s safety and whether you’d ever see him again once he’d left the school to join Geralt on his next hunt.

“Well there’s always a tradeoff,” Jaskier said glibly. You walked in silence for a time and when you reached your home you realized that at some point during the walk your hooked elbows had slid down to clasped hands. You both noticed at the same time and laughed a little nervously.

“Would you like some tea?” you offered instinctively, not wanting the moment to end. Jaskier eagerly agreed and followed you into your house. It was a humble place but he praised it as though it were a mansion, and he’d likely seen many in his time. Hell, as a viscount, perhaps he had even been raised in one.

“Make yourself at home,” you called as you walked to the little kitchen to get the fire going. Jaskier didn’t need telling twice, already walking around the room, looking at book titles and little drawings. He smiled at what appeared to be an early art piece of yours that had been lovingly framed by a family member, a drawing scrawled by a child that seemed to be… a dog? An elephant? Some animal. He continued to walk through the little house, glancing into the open door of your bedroom. There was a closed door and though he knew you probably would rather he didn’t, he couldn’t fight back his curiosity and opened the door.

—–

“Jaskier? Tea is ready! Jaskier?” you walked back into the little living area and saw no sign of him. You poked your head down the hall and almost walked back away, thinking he may have left suddenly, and then you saw a sliver of light coming from the door you knew had been closed. Your heart leapt to your throat and you ran towards it as though you could outpace what had already occurred.

There stood Jaskier, staring at a portrait you’d most recently completed, surrounded by sketches. Not all were of his entire face or body but you knew that he knew exactly whose disembodied hands and eyes and mouth and other randomly positioned angles of body they were.

“Fuck, ok, I can explain,” you began, heart beating a mile a minute. Jaskier turned to look at you but you didn’t see fear or disgust, just a soft look of surprise.

“Y/N?” he said.

He was giving you the chance to explain like you said you would but no words came to mind. You just stared at him blankly, panicking, feeling the walls close in around you.

“I think… I may be able to help,” he said. He walked past you and you waited to hear the front door open and close as he left, possibly to get the guards but most likely just to escape you. But then you heard him walk back, holding the leather notebook he drew in often but never showed you. He opened it to a page and handed the book to you, a nervous, expectant look in his pale, blue eyes. You took it with trembling fingers and at first you weren’t sure why he was showing it. Perhaps he thought that he should offer some exchange of art since he’d seen yours. Maybe he somehow didn’t recognize the man in the pictures as himself. Maybe this could all blow over and be nothing.

And then you saw your name.

“Jaskier what is this?” you asked, flipping the pages and finding more descriptions, not with your name specifically, but of a woman who sounded unmistakably like yourself.

“This is the bardic version of what this room shows, I believe,” he said, his voice soft, “They’re pieces dedicated to someone I have fallen very much in love with over the last few weeks.”

Your wide eyes tore away from the journal to meet Jaskier’s. Now he was the one who looked uncertain and scared, waiting for you to run from him.

“You don’t think it’s weird then?” you asked, gesturing to the room as you placed the journal on a shelf nearby, hands trembling too much to keep a secure hold of it.

“Oh no, it’s very weird. But love makes you do weird things. Like fill a journal full of half-formed songs about someone or stay late to pose for paintings or snoop in rooms you know you shouldn’t because you just can’t resist getting every little bit of them you can,” he replied, moving a bit closer and gently brushing his fingers against your cheek. Though he’d thrown on his doublet again the chemise was still unbuttoned and you rested your hands against his chest, fingers twining in the dark hair.

“Whoever said anything about love?” you teased, “I could just be incredibly enamored or perhaps a very artistic murderer.”

“Well I was speaking for myself mostly,” he answered, “But you’re right. I should be concerned. Shall I call Geralt to defend me against you and your wicked brush?”

“Ooh watch out, Jaskier, don’t sass me! You may find yourself having a brush with death,” you said, emphasizing the pun unnecessarily. Jaskier groaned and shook his head.

“Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.”

You opened your mouth to make some other, terrible joke but he stopped you with a kiss, mouth brushing against yours with the barest touch but you recaptured his lips with yours and felt him card his hand through your hair as yours tightened against his chest. His kisses were soft and tender and nothing like what you’d expected the renowned rogue to offer but then the people who spread those rumors hadn’t known him like you did.

“Come with me,” Jaskier whispered against your lips.

“What?” you breathed back. His eyes found yours and you were struck again by the puzzling color. Was it blue? Or was it grey? Was it even the same thing all the time or did they change on you? You would spend the rest of your life trying to figure it out but oh what a happy quest.

“When you graduate you said you want to travel the world. You’re graduating soon. Come with me when you do. I’ll take you everywhere. I’ll show you the world. I can’t promise to keep you safe, there is always a tradeoff, but I will do everything I can and I promise you it won’t be boring,” he replied, words spoken in a hushed tone like someone offering a fervent prayer. You considered his words, thinking about the risks but more than that, thinking about the things that are worth taking risks for. And the people.

“Ok,” you breathed in response, “Yes. Take me with you. Show me everything.”

“Oh love,” he said, licking his lips which quirked into a wicked grin, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

#Anonymous #jaskier x reader #jaskier drabbles #jaskier imagines #jaskier fluff #reader request

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one-leaf-grimoire · 3 years

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"the twilight"

For some reason I decided to rework this Dyad chapter into a one shot... enjoy :)

Synopsis: the night before the Royal Knights mission, Lisa steals one last night with her husband.

Tap, tap tap

Julius starts awake, his face lifting off of the pile of paperwork he was in the middle of "working on."

"Hmm?"

Drowsily, he looks around before finally finding the source of the noise. It's me, of course, knocking gently on the window behind his desk, shadowed slightly by the twilight rays. "Oh! Hello there~" With a smile, he quickly gets up and moves to the window, pulling it open. "Would you like to come in?"

"Hmm, I don't know." I wink, still squatting on his windowsill, my new Royal Knights robe blowing in the gentle wind. "It's such a nice night outside, you know? It would be a shame to let it go to waste."

"Indeed... I forgot, you can fly now," he says, his eyes drifting over the small blue wings around my ankles and elbows that I used to get here. "You're still full of surprises."

I grin at the praise, leaning in seemingly for a kiss before suddenly pulling back. I push off the windowsill, do a loop in the air, before coming back to hover by the window. "I was always so jealous, watching you fly around like it was nothing. But it's so freeing, now... I feel like I could do anything!"

The teasing look in Julius's eyes fades away to be replaced by unbridled admiration. Seeing that expression on his face, directed at me of all people, never fails to give me a pleasant chill. Julius is the most amazing man in this world, after all... and yet he chose me to be by his side. "Come on... let's enjoy this night together."

"Sounds like a great idea."

I hold out my hand, which he takes, and I pull him out of the window. His arms wrap around my waist in an instant, holding me close as he speeds us both up, flying into the night. I giggle as he plants a teasing kiss on my neck, and I turn around to admire the view. Look at us! Flying together for the first time. Julius's hand loosens from around my waist, sliding down to my hand instead. "What should we do?" I shout over the wind. "Anywhere you'd like to visit?"

"Ooh!" Julius's eyes light up. "What about the Royal Knights headquarters? I'd really like to see everyone getting ready..."

His voice trails off at the look on my face. "No?"

"Well..." I shrug. "I just came from there... and if I go back, Mereo might make me stay for the night."

"Ah, right, we don't want that now,, do we?" Julius shoots me a little wink before thinking again. "Hmm." He once again grins. "How about Yami?"

"Yami? He's probably taking a shit!"

We both descend into gales of laughter, so much so that I have to hold onto him again. "You know, when Yami was in my squad, I had to hire a weekly bathroom cleaner just so our squad didn't suffer his consequences!"

"You're kidding!" I giggle, even though it's perfectly reasonable. "He was like that as a teenager, too?"

"You know it." Julius sighs and shakes his head. "It was Hell on Earth, almost. He never wanted to wear our cloak, either."

"Yikes... makes me glad that I didn't join the Grey Deer!" I wink, coaxing another chuckle, but there's a strange regret behind it.

"Right... if I had raised my hand that day... you probably would have joined the squad with William." He sighs and shakes his head. "I'm sorry. I'm usually better at sniffing out potential in people, but I didn't catch you until later."

"That's perfectly fine." I squeeze his arm, thinking he looked very handsome with the wind whipping through his short hair. "I was a dud back then, anyway, remember? I had no business being on any squad. And anyway... I'm happy with the way things went. Because of that, we're together today."

"You're right." Julius looks back at me to give me another smile, his fingers tightening through mine. "I suppose everything worked out in the end. I'm thankful for that."

I don't answer, I just let him pull me closer, leaning my head against his shoulder as we fly. Finally, we slow to a stop, dropping down onto a ledge on the side of a valley. "Look at that view-" Julius points out, letting a low whistle pass his lips. The castle and capitol both glimmer in the distance, seemingly worlds away. "Sometimes... I wish we could run away and never come back. It's such a beautiful place... but I don't think I could ever lead it forever. But for now, we're stuck here."

"That sounds fun, though, exploring the world with you?" I snake my arm into his, smiling up at him. "All sorts of new magic..."

"Ah, don't tempt me." Julius shakes his head. "I see enough new magic as Wizard King... even from people I've known a long time. It's great to see them all grow... maybe they'll even outgrow me one day." He lets out a chuckle. "But not yet... I'm not ready to give up this seat."

"Good." I squeeze his arm. "Unless someone forces you to."

Julius raises an eyebrow before turning to look down at me. "What do you-"

His body reacts before he even knows what's happening, pushing him away from me as I fire off Solar Bolt. "Hey! Be careful," he scolds, frowning as I start walking towards him again. "What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing." I grin and crack my knuckles. "It's been months since we sparred, Julius, I need some practice for tomorrow."

Julius sighs heavily, but can't contain his own grin. "Very well... I'm not going to hold back."

"Good."

This time, there's no restrictions, and I can use my full power. And I need it, too, because Julius keeps his promise. I take flight again, my spear in my hand, letting out a determined yell as I flash towards him. But every attack, he moves out of the way just in time, not bothering to make his counter attack yet. "Ah! Get back here!" Despite trying to stay serious, both of us can't help but laugh as I keep pursuing him, sending everything I have at him. I fling my arm out, letting a volley of accelerated Solar Bolts shoot out at the ground at his feet, forcing Julius to jump into the air. There we go! You're in my new domain, now! I make chase again, following his movements and slowly but surely getting used to his speed.

"Chrono Stasis."

Ah! That's behind me! I drop down just in time to avoid getting trapped, zooming away from his grasp. Hmm, that's right, if I trap him, I don't even have to land a hit! Feeling a bit better, I discard the spear and form my own Chrono Stasis in my palms before pushing off at him again. My version of the spell is smaller than his, but it will trap him for a crucial few seconds. We flash around each other in midair, both inches away each time from capturing one another. But then, something occurs to me. "Wait! Wait! Time out!"

"What?" Julius pauses, staring at me blankly.

"Maybe we should both avoid Chrono Stasis... A few times there, we nearly caught each other at the same time. If we did that, how would we get out?"

"Hmm..." Julius taps his chin. "I would assume that being stuck in the globe renders your external spells useless... so my Chrono Stasis on you would instantly disappear, and vice versa... or not... I would suggest an experiment, but we should really have Asta here just in case both of us do get trapped."

I giggle a little at the image. "That would be pretty funny..."

"I know, right?" Julius grins, stretching one of his arms across his chest. "Well... I guess you'll have to capture me another way. I'll keep using my own spells, thank you very much."

"Ah, that's not fair!"

"I'm the Wizard King, my word is law~"

"Oh yeah? We'll see..."

And it begins again. I catch up more quickly this time, my movements speeding up. I can feel blood trickling out of my nose, but it's not nearly as bad as it used to be. I really am getting stronger, it seems, my body adapting to the new mana over the six years I've had it. Well... maybe not "adapting." Because right now... the time magic feels as natural as my own.

"Watch out!" I warn, swinging my spear as I think I've finally cornered him. However, Julius simply raises his hand and blasts the spear into smithereens with a precisely placed attack. "Hmm, better luck next time." He shoots up at me, arms spread, and I let out a strangled shriek before zooming away from him as fast as he can. I can hear him cackling to himself, enthralled by the chase. God... I don't remember the last time I had so much fun...

But now I have an idea. I loop around in midair, summoning the spear again. This time... now! I do the same thing as before, pointing it down at him while the attack charges in the tip. Julius smirks, thinking he's got me, but pauses as I start to float up away from him. He thinks it's a feint... but it's not. This is my attack! The spell I've yet to use for you, Julius.

"Mana Zone... Solar Blitz, Overdrive!"

All at once, I feel my own mana connect with the magic hanging in the air around us, concentrating until it's in every particle of the night. Julius... you're surrounded. Try and dodge this! I swing my spear, more of a show than anything, and watch as the mana bursts to life in the form of a million bolts, all around the area, all careening towards Julius.

"Wow... now this is magic..." Julius smiles to himself, and as soon as it began, it's over. He flashes between the bolts, his afterimage appearing all over the valley, before finally coming back to his original spot. The bolts pound into the ground below, throwing up dirt and dust. That was impressive... but where is she now- He realizes that he can't feel my mana anymore, at least not as strongly as it was before. Did she run away? Or-

He looks up just in time for me to drop on him, my arms spread and immediately wrapping around his middle. "Ah!" We both go plummeting back to earth, and Julius uses his magic to pad our fall. We roll to a stop among the dust. When it finally clears, Julius blinks his eyes open to see me sitting on top of him, pinning both of his hands next to his head with nothing but my meager physical strength and a grin on my face.

"...got you!"

He lets out a snort of laughter, shaking his head a little. "I... let you do that."

"Did you?"

"Mmhmm."

I don't let him say anything else, I just lean down and press my lips against his, feeling him reciprocate the kiss eagerly. After a moment, he simply tugs his wrists out of my grasp and wraps his arms around me, one hand gently stroking my wind-whipped hair. We stay like that for a long time, completely alone except for each other.

Eventually, he pulls his head back slightly, his breath hitching. "D-Darling, can we-"

"Yes."

I take in a shuddering breath, then lean down and press my forehead against his. The familiar spark comes right after, and I feel my mark start to glow, burning on my head and into his...

But it doesn't hurt, at least not enough for me to feel. In fact, it feels... good. The first Dyad we formed was violent and unstable, and it took everything in me to just survive it. But the years passed,, and my strength grew. This feeling, the feeling of sinking into him and him sinking into me, it used to be so scary and painful, but now it just feels natural... peaceful.

At the end of the day, I was blessed with this power, to share my thoughts, my life, my magic, and my everything with him. And he shared everything with me.

He's literally my other half...

Sometimes, I feel like I married a goddess.

I love you.

A long time later, we finally break apart, flying home arm and arm. Both of us are dusty and dirty from our little fight (which left quite a bit of damage in the valley, actually...). I yawn and flop into bed with my hair still wet, listening as Julius hums happily to himself as he brushes his teeth in the bathroom. But then, my communicator comes to life with a familiar voice. "Mereo? What's going on?"

"Finally, I got through to you... it was just as we expected, the Midnight Sun already had a mole here to listen in on us. We'll be leaving first thing tomorrow."

I gulp at the news, but nod silently. "I see... got it. I'll be there before dawn."

"Before dawn?" Julius asks as he sits next to me. "So soon... well..." His hand comes up to pet through my hair. "Sooner better than later... we can put this all behind us and focus on the future."

"...yeah..." I break into a smile, his words comforting me. Yes, I'm feeling extremely worried about tomorrow. I just feel it in my gut, something's going to go wrong. That hungry pit of dread in my stomach from this morning still hasn't gone away. "I can't wait."

"That reminds me, I've been doing a little research!" Julius's voice brightens, and he crawls over to his bedside table and pulls out his notebook. I watch curiously as he flips through it before presenting me a page with a yearly calendar scrawled onto it. There's various dates and weeks marked down on it. "Owen helped me with this, and everything you told me helped, too... so, this-" He points at a week, approximately a week and a half ago, right after we got married. "Judging from when your cramps came, you should have gotten your period that week. So..." He goes a month further. "You should get to that part of the cycle, or whatever, on this week... SO-" He backtracks about a week. "THIS is when we want to be really trying... I marked it down for each month so we can keep track." He hands the book over for me to inspect. "Let me know if I did anything wrong... I just thought it would be helpful to have a plan."

Wow... he's really been thinking about this a lot, hasn't he? I can't help but smile to myself, hope welling up in my chest. "Yeah... it helps. I can't believe you actually went and figured all this out!"

Julius laughs nervously, scratching his neck after putting the notebook away. "I don't know... I was just thinking about it a lot lately. And... well..." He turns back towards me, a comforting smile on his lips. "I'm sure it'll be difficult... but we've accomplished the impossible together before. A baby should be easy compared to that."

For the first time in a while, hope blossoms in my mind without a moment of hesitation.

He's right... as long as we're together, everything will be okay. He's not going anywhere... and I'll survive tomorrow, no matter what! There's too much for us to look forward to.

"We will... I can feel it."

"Good." He leans in to give me another sweet kiss, his lips lingering for a moment longer than he means to. "Do you want to sleep?"

I nod, and he quickly turns off the light before wrapping himself around me like he always does. "Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight, Julius."

His embrace feels tighter than usual tonight.

Morning comes before I'm ready. I slip out of bed and silently get dressed, hearing Julius's snores eventually fade as he wakes up as well. He watches me silently as I get ready in the dark, the sun yet to rise. I promised Mereo I would meet her before dawn, after all.

Finally, I'm ready. My heart is pounding a bit in anticipation, but my blood fills my veins with purpose.

We're going to win... we have to.

"I'll be waiting here, ready to hear from you after it's over," Julius tells me as we walk through the hallway, a little slower than we mean to. "I doubt I'll get much work done today..."

"That's alright. I'll be back to help you again soon enough." I slow to a stop as we reach my turn. I don't really want to let go of his hand, so we stand there in silence for a few seconds, not a single peep through the whole castle.

"...I'm going to be late-"

"I know."

Julius lets go, only for a moment, before wrapping his arms around me tightly. I squeeze my eyes shut and bury my face in his robe, inhaling his familiar scent, memorizing it for the day to come. Finally, he pulls back to look down at me with his beautiful eyes, looking concerned, a little scared... but also hopeful.

"If you die... I'll never forgive you."

"I'm not going to die!" I scold lightly, managing a little smile. "It'll be over before you know it."

"Right." Julius leans down, surprisingly going for my cheek instead of my lips. He presses that last kiss into my skin before stepping back, his eyes lingering on my face.

"Good luck... I love you."

"I love you too, Julius."

I give him one last wave before turning and running off, his eyes not leaving me until I disappear from sight.

And so begins the longest day of my life.

#adagaf AHHHH #this was one of my favorite chapters to write and I cried a lot knowing what happens next #black clover #julius novachrono #bc oc #oc: lisa #julius novachrono x oc #julius novachrono x reader #fic #julisa

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psychologymajor226 · 4 years

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Drafted Chapter 4: Preview

Up to 25,000 words, still writing. Until then, an extended preview.

Pinwheel Universe: Original Timeline, August 2008

Staten Island, New York City

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Rogue rolled her eyes as she looked up from her book, sighing heavily as she glanced around her darkened bedroom. The sun had set and the room was humid, and she was only in a tank top and underwear, lying on top of the bedspread. It was always hot in the attic and she kept the ceiling fan on constantly, not only because it had been such an unbearably hot summer, but also because the residential feline, Zues, was scared of ceiling fans when they were off. An odd quirk about the cat she was beginning to truly adore. Rogue yawned for a moment, before moving to turn on the bedside table lamp. As soon as she did, she noticed a set of green eyes staring at her from the foot of the bed, and Rogue smiled at the intruder. Zeus had made his faithful nightly appearance, rubbing his head momentarily against the side of her foot, demanding attention.

“I really don’t get what the fuss is all about,” she said out loud to the cat, gesturing to Twilight, which she had closed in frustration and plopped on the bedside table. She’d purchased the book at the Borders in Penn station as a recommendation from her coworker Carmen-oh, trust me, Marie! You. Will. Love. It!-- to read on the long rides home on the Staten Island Ferry, and so far she was unimpressed. Falling desperately in love with a hundred year old vampire. Ridiculous, Rogue thought, while she pet the black cat with the white belly, who arched his back and purred at her touch.

Zeus was technically Mrs. Mable’s cat, the woman whose attic she was currently renting. The house was a cozy bungalow, which had regrettably seen better days, settled in the heart of Staten Island. Still though, the house had good bones, which Rogue appreciated. It reminded her of the old homes on her street where she grew up, down to the antique hardware and floral wallpaper.

Just like her feline companion, Mrs. Mable had taken a liking to Rogue, mostly because Rogue paid rent on time and helped her take out the trash and would often listen to the woman’s stories of the city in the 1940’s when the woman worked for Western Union, even though Rogue had failed to tell the woman she was vastly undercharging for rent, being this was New York City. Rogue was only paying $200 a month, although that was about all she could afford from what she was making at the desk job she was currently temping at in the city. It was a long, expensive trek to work each day, and she had bought the book to get her mind off of the fact that, one afternoon, she’d glanced out the dirty window of the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty in the distance, and a cold shadow of a feeling had gripped her heart.

Suddenly, in a rare moment of conversation, the cat meowed, bringing her out of her thoughts, and Rogue smiled.

“What do you think, Zeus? Team Edward or Team Jacob?” she asked playfully as she continued to scratch the cat behind the ears, savoring the feeling of the soft fur, the body underneath that.

She’d touched many things in the last year. She’d shaken hands and held open doors and hailed taxis, all without gloves. She’d gone dancing with Carmen. She’d kissed boys and girls while drunk. She’d hugged people. She’d casually touched them. She’d made out with some, gone to second and third base with a couple of others. She’d flirted and smiled and laughed. It had been everything she had imagined it to be, she had quickly realized. The only part she missed, of course though, was the company. She had been surprised with how long Logan’s presence stuck around in her mind after the torch, but from the day she had the injection onward, they all had disappeared, and for the first time in a long time her head was simply...empty. Voiceless. Still. At times, it was still disconcerting. Rogue alone in this tiny bedroom apartment with the seventies avocado-green kitchen and the bubbling wallpaper and the hallway that smelled like cat litter, but it wasn’t Westchester, and that was enough.

Rogue frowned at the thought. It took two days after she’d come back from taking the cure. Bobby had kissed her, and the look on his face told her he regretted it. Perhaps she’d known it from the beginning, how he’d react, but it was everyone else who made it hurt worse. Jubilee was fake around her, Kitty stopped speaking to her. She had even remembered Logan barely acknowledging her, walking around with a dead look in his eye, although Rogue assumed that was more from the events that had transpired in San Francisco than anything else.

After the funeral, she had gone to bed exhausted, and sad. And, when she had woken up the next day, she knew he was gone. Not Bobby, but Logan. No goodbyes this time. No dog tags to be handed off. She knew he had one foot out the door already, but...she would have thought he’d at least warn her. Say goodbye. And she knew, this time, he was gone for good.

It wasn’t long after that, she left too. She couldn’t face them, couldn’t face it. But, of course, away from the shelter of Xavier's, she had no money. It was rough, in the beginning. She’d been beyond lucky to find the posting of Mrs. Mable’s room, and she thanked the world for small favors. Slowly, as spring became summer, she found steady work, and steady friends, and her fears eased. She stopped seeing herself as the other, and, instead, the same as. And that was also enough.

The next morning, she frowned slightly at the book, but decided against her best judgement to take Edward and Bella with her on the ferry. She rolled her eyes through most of it, and by the time she got to the office, she dreaded talking to Carmen about whether or not Bella had made the right decision to stick with the vampire. Luckily, however, they were busy today, so Marie forced a smile on her face, tucked in her cheaply made button down shirt into her black slacks, fixed her headset in her ear, and pretended not to be tired as she answered the phone for HR at the pharmaceutical company in midtown she worked for.

“So are you coming out on Friday or not?” Carmen said after a particularly long phone call, before downing half a bottle of Evian. Rogue shared a cubicle with Carmen, a desk on either side of the eight by eight space. Carmen was a beautiful woman of Italian descent with a thick Long Island accent who had immediately taken a liking to Rogue when she first arrived there. Carmen had helped Rogue learn the ropes, and Rogue knew Carmen found Rogue ”exotic” because of her southern accent, and was always trying to set up Rogue because of it. Carmen was also always drinking water and chewing gum between calls. “To get the bad taste out of my mouth when I deny another claim,” she explained one day to Rogue early on.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda tired this week. It’s been a long one,” Rogue said about the weekend, cracking her knuckles as she glanced at the time. 3:22pm. Ugh. Time didn’t move fast enough inside a cubicle.

“Well, you should come out because I have a date,” Carmen said, a spark in her eye. Rogue laughed out loud at this, shaking her head.

“Why would I wanna come with you on your date, hun?” she asked, and Carmen rolled her eyes.

“It’s not a date date. I’m...checking him out. Meeting him and his friend for coffee. I could use a wing woman. Rosalie from payroll is setting me up with him. He’s her cousin, or something” Carmen said, and then, looking around the cluster of cubics and leaning in a little bit over her desk she dramatically, “I guess the word is he’s a mutant.”

Rogue almost spit out the gatorade she had been drinking, but managed to swallow and feign...surprise? Funny thing was, other than the rising anti-government sentiment, most humans out in the real world didn’t think twice about mutants, not their plight, their struggle to be accepted, none of it. Marie had been shocked to find this out, but, after some time, she had come to realize it was always this way with a group of people who had privilege over another- the privileged group never thought it was that big of a deal and it couldn’t be that bad for them. Anyway, this news was surprising coming from Carmen, because she usually liked the blonde, athletic, cookie cutter type.

“That so?” Rogue finally asked.

“Yeah. Apparently...he has a tail,” she said, winking.

“Why does that matter?” Rogue blurted out, before she could stop herself, but then Carmen was grinning.

“Girl, use your imagination. Think of the sex,” she grinned, and Rogue must have made a face because Carmen was frowning.

“Didn't take you for a speciesist, lady,” Carmen said through a pop of her gum.

“I’m not-” Rogue sighed, but then Carmen threw up a finger, spit her gum out, and raised her eyebrows. Rogue frowned, but then turned to see their boss walking down the hall toward them. Mr. Henry MacIntire, Vice President of Human Resources, was a studious looking man, fairly young for his position--Rogue guess early thirties at most--always dressed nicely, with a pair of tortoise shell glasses settled on his nose that Rogue found herself taking a liking to. He was polished, poised, a gentleman, she thought upon meeting him. Unlike Nancy who was in charge of the Admin assistants, he was never gruff with the underlings, never condescending or patronizing, and he always checked in on all the HR staff from time to time, but especially Rogue. To the point where Carmen had suggested maybe their boss had a thing for her, which Rogue had immediately shrugged off.

“Hello ladies,” he greeted them, stopping for a moment to hover outside their cubicle.

“Hello Mr. MacIntire,” Carmen smiled her brilliantly white smile, and Rogue simply nodded at him.

“Busy day today, yeah?” he said, directly addressing Rogue.

“Uh, yeah,” she muttered, through a quiet smile. “You too?” she asked and he grinned.

“The worst,” he said, his blue eyes dancing behind his glasses, and she found herself a little lost for words as he focused on her.

“Oh, Marie,” he finally added, extending a file folder her way. “ Do you mind sticking around a little later today? I need you to make some calls. We need to extend invitations to the additional names listed here for the web seminar on Friday, sort of last-minute. I hate to put this on you, but I trust you to get it right,” he said through an honest smile, and when Rogue found herself taking the file folder, she noticed their fingers just momentarily brushed, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through her. Of course, he was completely fine, hadn’t even likely noticed it had happened.

“Of-of course, Mr. MacIntire,” she finally said, and, again, he smiled at her and pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Thank you, Marie. You’re the best,” he replied, and then, just before he was about to walk down the hall, he stopped, turned on his heel, and added, “Remember what I told you both. Call me Henry,” he smiled.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, Henry,” Rogue murmured, and then he was nodding and Rouge watched as he walked off to his office down the hall. She smiled a bit, and when Rogue turned back to Carmen, the other woman was grinning devilishly at her.

“What?” Marie asked defensively.

“Nooottthhinnngg,” Carmen said, before holding up her finger as her phone began to ring. Rogue frowned a little, before turning back to the manilla folder. She opened it up to look at the list of names, mostly other HR heads of other pharmtech companies, only to notice there was a post-it note on bottom of the piece of paper with a note scrawled in Henry’s handwriting.

I really do need to thank you for doing this. I know it’s annoying to ask you to stay late. Maybe wanna grab a drink with me sometime so I can make it up to you? My treat. - H

Rouge’s smile widened as she quickly closed the manila envelope, grinning like an idiot now, just as her own phone began to ring again. But even the ringing telephone, even the bad novel on her desk, even the long ferry ride she’d have home tonight, sailing alongside the memories of her past, memories of him, couldn’t shake her current mood, as she set down the folder and put her headset back on, answering a little more cheerfully than normal with her rehearsed response.

“Transigen Incorporated, Human Resources Division. My name is Marie. How may I help you?”

#rogue #fray #drafted #fic

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steve0discusses · 5 years

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Yugioh S3 Ep 46-47: We Have an Extra Episode, Just Blow Up the Island, I Dunno

Yo can you even believe this season is over?

It was honestly a two-season season, when you think about it. This tournament that was only like a week in showtime but two years in watch time if it was 2001 and I was tuning in every week. Kinda nuts when you think about it.

Anyways, it’s over, and not even the Kaibas are willing to really let it end. They’re camping out in their bunker they just set to explode, just watching everyone run around like ants while the sirens wail across the island (do you NEED emergency sirens if no one else lives on this island?)

And we get one more time for the writers of this show to flip over the Kaiba timeline like pancakes and I just...

I can’t believe they did this to me, but at the same time I can totally see how they just let this one fly under the radar, just wait for it, it’s coming.

(read more under the cut)

So this sort of explains a little bit more of why Kaiba insists on building Kaibaland when it already exists, as apparently the Japanese Kaibaland was just the first of a franchise. Like seriously what child dreams of Franchising? He has Kaibaland but is like “I won’t be truly happy at all and I will try to cut people up with card games until there are more Kaibalands. That will surely make me happy. More Kaibalands.”

But then, sitting in the middle of the orphanage, he stands up in his 70′s ass sweatervest and proudly proclaims:

This borked timeline.

Back in the present Joey is feeling stressed out so he’s turned to his only coping mechanism, that’s right, he’s hassling people.

Duke, who has a million motivations to want to kill Kaiba, since he works for Pegasus, brings up the bright idea of “or I dunno, we could leave them? Like they very much caused every event of the last week to happen outside of the random ass cultists.”

And so, now that Joey has exhausted things to hassle, let them be Roland or the massive engines on the blimp-plane, he decides to board the helicopter. I kid you not, Tea turns to Joey as they’re boarding the copter and says basically along the lines of this:

WTF, show. Like what? Like whaaaat? Anyway, don’t think about how big a helicopter is on the inside, because we’re just gonna shove everyone in here like it’s a mosh pit. Good thing that no one actually packed any luggage or pajamas, so at least that will keep the weight down.

Please admire the height of Yugi compared to Roland.

What followed was an explosion that the show did for...some reason. This didn’t need to happen. This was needless anxiety and it’s like..the season’s over why are we doing this???

So this is just a very Yugioh moment where...they didn’t really HAVE to blow up the island at the last minute. They didn’t HAVE to break the engines on the blimp-plane and they absolutely didn’t HAVE to put Seto Kaiba in a jet in the same very un-aerodynamic shape of a blue eyes white wife.

But they did.

If I’ve learned anything from watching Yugioh is that you must always, at every moment, be going 400%.

Seto just wanted to make a simple visual statement of “I want to move on from the past” so he decided to uh...do a very theatrical statement that was so theatrical that everyone thought that not only he and Mokuba had died, but that they, themselves, were about to die (and they were, they absolutely were)

Please admire the way they drew Seto from the side in this scene.

Anyway, now that the completely unnecessary “lets blow up the island and destroy the ecosystem” drama is over, and Kaiba’s off to encourage Global Warming in some other part of the globe, it’s time to send Marik off on his boat. It’s time for him to go have Marik Boat Time and never ever become a spinoff series although you know I would absolutely watch the hell out of that.

So, they choose the most idyllic landscape to do it, here in the abandoned warehouse district, surrounded by shipping cranes and strangely empty cruise liners. Ah, that twilight hour sunset. The way the sunlight kisses the corners of the abandoned warehouse’s windows.

I am absolutely shocked our background artist didn't use the chance to paint it neon orange. They love neon orange so much but I guess they save the neon for dramatic scenes. This one they left a more natural Instagram creamy color palate.

(PS at this point I guess Bakura decided to go home or go to the hospital. Whichever reason he decided to bounce, he bounced without saying goodbye to anyone apparently. That or the show just decided that no one cares about Bakura so he was the only one we didn’t say a farewell too, which is hilarious since he’s one of the most popular characters on this show.

Bro broke it to me, this whole story line of the puzzle and the tablet and all that--nah. By the time we get to it I’ll have forgotten all of the lore, pretty sure. Bro did ask me if we could skip S4 and I said no we are here for the worst parts first, Bro. When it gets horrible is when we’re finally getting to the good stuff.

Then, Duke suddenly remembered that before this tournament, he was only going on a walk between laundry loads but ended up abducted twice over, stranded on a submarine, an island, and nearly exploded. That and he had to sleep on one of Kaiba’s weird cube couches and that probably sucked. But it’s time for him to pull out his colors and add some bounce sheets to his whites for the dryer.

Can you believe they had Duke Devlin for two seasons but he only dueled once? Lol.

I can’t believe there was never a purpose for Duke Devlin other than to be eye-candy. I’ve only ever really seen this trope done to girls.

Mai also suddenly remembers that she doesn’t live here.

TBH, if Mai wasn’t put in a coma, I think she would have just left the tournament after she lost. She’d have pulled out a hang-glider from her pack and just sailed away rather than spend another minute with people she isn’t absolutely required to hang out with. That seems more her jam.

And then they had to frame up this Joey/Mai ship and...it’s just so funny when you remember that Mai is like waaay to old for Joey. She’s like 24 and he’s a baby but he’s pretty sure that he’s disappointing her so much by not telling her all about how he’s crushing. He’s pretty sure she just has no idea when it’s like, no, she does, and she does not want you to acknowledge it.

As she goes off, Tea for some reason decides to make it her responsibility for Joey to go out there and I guess...mortally embarrass himself in front of his much older crush? I mean you don’t really have to admit to your teachercrush that...you like her? Like, Mai is just a teachercrush right? Like he respects and admires her, she’s pretty, and there’s no other girls but Tea and Miho? Like that’s it?

This weird ass couple. And I mean it’s a weird pairing just because it can never happen on screen, but as some of you have pointed out--it is probably the healthiest couple in Yugioh. Mostly because we know that it will never happen. Unlike everyone else where it’s like, Joey better go eat both those pieces of paper with those phone numbers on it because holy hell a 16 yo dating a 12 yo is pretty freakin wild. What are those boys even going to talk about with Serenity? How wild fractions are? How to make a replica of a cell out of Jello for the science fair? Because that’s the level she’s at.

I was an architecture student once (I know. Ya’ll who’ve read many of these have probably noticed I attempted to major in nearly every art alignment so it’s probably very confusing to figure out wtf I actually ended up finishing in school (it was Illustration) ) so I just can’t with Yugi’s house. We have seen several rooms inside this house and none of them, absolutely none, line up with the outside of Yugi’s house (which is smack dab in the middle of the inner city for some reason??? Like does Yugi have PARKING? This is the most expensive two story house in Japan, it comes with free parking.

And like...I have tried to lay it out but it doesn’t make sense. The stairs of the shop go directly into the front door. The second floor would be half a staircase, so where is this living room? And assuming that Yugi is on the top floor with the slanted roof window...how? Is it the entire floor? what is going on here?

It’s a cartoon, I shouldn’t think about it, but this house is a Dr. Who police box. Anyways, Yugi decides to sneak out of the house by going down the stairs that are again, right in front of the front door. You cannot go through the front door of this house because these damn stairs are directly in the way.

Hey check out who’s alive, it’s Grandpa. I guess he’s...fine? I guess he just woke up on the floor of Bakura’s hospital room and was like “Screw that, I’m going home.” and then just peaced out here until Yugi came back.

I respect his moon pj’s to go with Yugi’s star pj’s.

I can’t imagine being in Grandpa’s position and seeing your boy go out there and get nearly killed by crazy ass cultists again and Seto Kaiba (who put him in a coma), and then catching him Sneaking Out. Like if I were Grandpa I’d just set up camp right outside of the front door because holy hell Yugi is so attracted to danger he’s just gonna waltz around the city in the middle of the night to play cards.

++++++++++RANT ABOUT TACO BELL, FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS IS JUST ME TALKING ABOUT THE TACO BELL MENU+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Also I looked up Taco Bell in Japan thinking that this wouldn’t be a thing (from what I’ve heard, the only food Japan cannot do is Mexican) but not only does Taco Bell in Japan completely exist, guess what the menu is like? Just go ahead and guess in your head, I’m gonna go over the menu right now because this is very important.

I was expecting it to be pretty wild with a black taco shell made out of squid ink or something but surprisingly, it’s mostly the freakin same but different meats. Like they have a few more pork options (I guess instead of chicken?) and they have a shrimp taco--which I feel like we’ve done in the States before but everyone didn’t like that. Also, you can apparently get a crunchwrap, but it’s in a triangle shape instead of an octagon. They just changed the shape and called it a “stuffed grilled giant nacho”.

Obviously, they do not have a Ranch Doritos taco since America is the only place that is fully obsessed with Ranch. I have heard from so many people from Asia that “can we just not have Ranch today? Can we have a single spread without this weird garlic sauce? And...are you dipping your pizza with it? Is there one thing you haven’t coated with Ranch Dressing?” and it’s like no. There isn’t. Would you like to try our taco bell taco that is frosted in messy Ranch dust?

Like it really feels like this is the one fast food joint where everyone else has the normal Taco bell, and weirdly WE are are the people with the weird ass version of Taco Bell. Even Japan was like “you guys do you over there with your pink Starburst flavored frozen icee and your Quesarito...we’re just gonna put some extra cheese on a taco and call it ‘double cheese.’”

But here’s the craziest thing on the menu--the Taco Bell in Japan has FRIES.

I KNOW.

WHAT????

What would Taco Bell fries even taste like? Would they taste...tacoey? I mean I know that nacho fries are a thing that kinda comes and goes but I’ve never had them actually. Its never the right moment for nacho fries when Nacho fries are still on the menu.

but, I will say they do have one kind of weird thing on the menu I see online. I say “kind of” because it’s...just weird, it’s not actually all that out there as compared to our weird things in Taco bell. They got something called the “honey cheese pocket” which was a small plain flour tortilla filled with melted Monterey Jack cheese rolled into a cigar that you dip into honey.

...I mean...it probably tastes good, but if you released a honey cheese pocket in the States and pretended that’s Mexican food, I’m pretty sure every state touching the south border would cry a single Zesty-ranch-doritos-taco-shaped-tear. I know I would, at the same rate I’m stuffing honey cheese pockets directly into my mouth.

AND...apparently you can just serve alcohol in a Japanese Taco Bell. Which is interesting, because we had that episode of Season Zero where Yugi had to find alcohol in a burger joint, which seemed really odd to me at the time, but I guess you can just serve alcohol in whatever restaurant? Anyways, Taco bell has alcohol so now Yugi can light people on fire in a Taco Bell, if he really felt like it. Go ahead and append your fanfictions accordingly.

+++++++++END OF TACO BELL RANT, BACK TO CARDS ++++++++++++

So, can you imagine having a friend who forces you to wake up at o-dark hundred in order to play cards when you already attend all of the same classes and see eachother every minute of the day otherwise? Can you imagine having a friend like this?

Then again I’m not 100% on whether Pharaoh needs to sleep. It’s pretty clear that Bakura’s ghost doesn’t sleep much (or apparently eat much) so maybe it goes the same for Pharaoh as well that he needs Yugi to remind him how to be human.

Then there was this weird review episode they slapped on at the end. I...don’t know why they put it there, it was really more of an afterthought since nothing really got added or taken away from the finale. It was just a review episode of “in case you didn’t watch this season, here’s what happened this season” But the episode wasn’t over before Tea angsted the hell out about this kid that I guess she’s...

Tea thinks in her head about Yugi more than she talks directly to Yugi. That’s really my biggest issue with this couple. Tea can be so lukewarm towards Yugi and visa versa and then occasionally Tea will just snap and obsesses over this boy, but never tells him about it directly. Except for that one time in the blimp, which was more about “please don’t die”. But have they talked about how freakin anxious she is about how he’ll die? Nah.

It just feels like the writing team had one person who really liked Tea/Yugi, and then the rest who were like “fine, wtv” and so we get a real inconsistent narrative of this pair, that only seems to come up for drama, but then goes right back to being invisible moments later. Like sightings of a giant squid.

Ah, back where they started, on a date with a ghost. I think. This might be a date? It started at 2 PM so I don’t know that counts as a date yet.

These two are a lot.

And honestly...If it was going to happen it should have happened at some point in the end of this arc. She made such a big deal about him going off to card war, and now he’s back and she’s like...ok, cool.

They’re not gonna even talk about it? Or like...maybe high five it out? High five out those feelings? Man I feel so bad for anyone that shipped these two.

But anyway,

I’d add it to the Yugioh Death Count but that’s assuming that I don’t find an excuse to use this font again.

So yeah, that’s it for Season 3 (I wrote in Season 4 just now and had to really think about it because like...it really does feel like I went through 4 seasons, at least, of this show since every season is like 50 episodes)

Originally, when I started this, I thought there were only 3 seasons of Yugioh total. This was the end goal.

But I guess I’m committed now, so we’ll start up Season 4, which bro tells me is “completely different and not what you expected” but I probably won’t post until 2 weeks from now because this is a side hobby and I don’t need to wax long about my main-life stress, but youknow how it is: the more stuff I add the more stuff adds up. However, I do cope with stress by typing, so maybe I’ll just make sooo many updates to combat it? I dunno. But the blog will be back for S4. Eventually. When I get to it.

Many thanks to all y’all who’ve left many kind comments, I’ve been kind of tasked for time lately, so I haven’t really responded to many, but know that I see them and I’m thankful for them and I tell bro about them and he finds many of them amusing and y’all are just very, very nice. Wish Tumblr had an actual comments system since the only way to reply is like...it’s weird. If I reblog my own post I run the risk of it then being out of chronological order for people wanting to read that link I put at the base of each post so...I have to either make a new post to reply or reply within the post and I dunno if y’all can even see that type of reply...it’s tumblr problems.

Anyway, I’ll have a Graveyard for next weekend, maybe an art post, I dunno. But, I’m not dead, just watching how weird the next season is and making a buffer.

And here’s that link to read all these recaps in chrono order from the beginning

#ygo #yugioh #s3 #we finished s3 #s3 ep 46 #s3 ep47 #I might have those episode numbers wrong because 47 is a weird episode to end on #but I'm not gonna double check because we done #yugi muto #tea gardner #tristan taylor #duke devlin #serenity wheeler #seto kaiba #mokuba #mai valentine #a very long rant about taco bell

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♥ types of people ` flowers.

repost, don’t reblog please.

bold what applies to your muse.

daisy: Wears their heart on their sleeve. Soft voice. Minimalistic clothing. Laying in a field of tall grass. Walking barefoot. Puts other people’s happiness above their own.

( isn’t really one to let others know how to he feels in a verbal sense. actions and gestures speak louder than words. nicolas is a man with a heart of gold, a heart that’s damaged and wounded. he would push himself until his last breath, as long as he’s able to do at least something for someone he cares about. he also likes to tease people, mostly to pick on his pals a bit out of good fun although this also means he has the tendency to provoke his opponents. )

bellflower: Very consistent friend. Happy face with sad eyes. Careful touches. Hiding a blush. Light giggles. Makes friends easily. Knows how to make you smile.

( as reliable as a good friend can be, but sometimes has the tendency to act on selfish whims especially in battle. he’s a very reserved and careful man, so when he actually touches someone, whether it’s the back of their hand, their shoulder, or even to pinch their cheeks; it means he trusts you enough and likes you enough to be comfortable doing that. he’s also very observant, so when he sees someone he comes to care for feeling under the weather, he does something for them without them knowing it. )

protea: Proud. Big gestures. African heritage. Blushes easily. Tries to look tough but is really just a big softie. Content where they are. Doesn’t love easily, but always deeply.

( while he seeks thrill in battle, in reality, he does possess a heart of gold. he may come off aloof and expressionless, but he’s a man with a lot to say without having the need to use the words. while he’s fine with the situation he’s in, knowing full well he’s barely hanging on by a thread, it seems the people who care for him aren’t but he doesn’t say anything. it only makes him a bit sad watching them put all that effort for no reason because the results would remain the same; his kind are destined to die, whether if it’s by what they are or by the hands of the normals who see them nothing more than an abomination. nicolas isn’t very familiar with the word love, since he have that as a child, not even by his own father-- the same one who cast him aside like yesterday’s garbage. but with all the people’s he’s met, all the people he’s seen, he’s starting to understand the gist of it. )

moonflower: Knowing smiles. Doesn’t open up easily. Late night. Tired eyes. Soft skin. Not as innocent as they seem. Loose clothing.

( a big night owl. it’s when danger lurked and where he blended in the shadows. he isn’t an open book and is really reserved. only a few know his thoughts and feelings without even having him say or do anything. there were moments, however, where he opens up in a way-- but rarely. anyone that casts a glance his ways assumes he isn’t good news, which only applies to people who mess with him or his pals. he is a bit picky with what he wears, mostly fitted clothes, usually likes to keep it business casual. )

bleeding heart: Hopeless romantic. Still laughs at dirty jokes. Believes they can change the world. Caring looks. Dyed hair. Kisses on the cheek.

( he blames worick for still finding dirty jokes funny at his age. although he doesn’t break out in a hearty laughter. that’s usually more reserved for people like theo. the most he does is chuckle. he doesn’t really believe he would have any impact in the world, all he wants to do is do something for the people in it that he cares about. while most obsess about leaving their mark, all he wants is for them is to live long healthy lives, a life that they seem to be fighting for him. )

sunflower: Big smiles. Always looking for the positive. Lots of friends. Warm afternoons. Basking in the sun. Stares off into space a lot. Sitting in comfortable silence.

( not much for smiles, when he does though, it holds meaning. whether if it’s for reassurance or one filled with sadness, know that if nicolas smiles, it’s for good reason and with actual meaning. he is a bit of a pessimist, maybe more of a realist, but he hardly sees the positive sides of things cause things just never work that way. hardly ever does for him. a man of few words, silence is something he’s come accustomed to-- it’s his world, after all, being deaf and all. but there are few he can enjoy being in their company in a comfortable silence, that’s when they know he’s comfortable with them. )

dandelion: Wishing for the impossible. Shooting stars. Light breezes through their hair. White clothing. Whispered secrets. Far off looks. Kind eyes.

( one to leap off and from buildings, the gentle caress of the wind through his entire being is something he enjoyed. he likes to keep it simple with his clothes, black and white or anything dark that goes with black. not entirely daydreaming or pensive, he’s always minded his own more or less and doesn’t keep eye contact with most people. he’s always staring off in the distance, seemingly distracted but usually just waiting around for someone or something. his deadpan eyes makes it hard to read his emotions and thoughts. )

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Wow

People really don’t like hearing the truth about what they do and it shows. How can y’all misinterpret what I was saying THAT badly??

Like this was just my final straw I am done with the fandom. Y’all are all so damn ignorant and petty. Y’all will literally hate on someone for doing what you do! How does that make sense?! I’m just tired of y’all and have been for such a long time now and have been less and less involved in this fandom as time went on because I too began to notice things about how yall act and treat each other and yes y’all really are all so fake and after this whole shit show I just can’t do it anymore. Lol like I knew twilight was shitty but there were still a lot of things I loved about the series and I saw so much potential in it and I recognized the shitty parts and also tried to change them to make it better and that’s what a lot of people or pretty much everyone does in this fandom, but y’all just don’t recognize the shitty parts. Y’all try to excuse it. Especially when it comes to the main characters. Y’all will literally jump through hoops to excuse or just flat out ignore Alices racism and how she treats Bella. Y’all will excuse/flat out ignore Edwards fucked up abusive actions towards Bella yet will turn around and vilify Jacob for kissing her without her permission and guilt tripping/manipulating her too. Yall vehemently hate the shit out of Jacob (and are sometimes really racist about it) and will make posts/headcnons/au’s of the cullens beating him up a native brown boy for basically doing to Bella what they literally do to her through the entire series, take away her bodily autonomy and choices and manipulate her. Yall make posts about old white racist people literally beating up a 16 year old Native American boy and jack off to that shit and be racist all while y’alls precious whites can do anything they want to Bella because nothing the Cullens ever do is wrong. Y’all are literally playing right into the hands of that racist author SM and what she wanted and what she pushed so hard in the series you’d have to be blind not to see.. and you don’t see it.

Y’all still perpetuate the bs Meyer pushed and are all so ignorant because Jacob wasn’t like that at first and was never supposed to be like that. Meyer ruins every character she touches ESPECIALLY when it comes to poc but instead of looking at that y’all would rather act like assholes and treat people who like these characters and want to remake them in their own image like shit. Yet you all want people to stop calling you racist for loving and excusing Jaspers time in the confederacy and let you all redeem him and his actions. There was a whole fandom fight about this exact thing when someone called out the racist shit these people were doing regarding Jacob and the Cullens and guess what y’all did? Y’all tried to not only defend what y’all were doing but also tried to defend the fact that Jasper was a literal confederate soldier. Like, Jasper was one of my favorite characters but that doesn’t excuse what he was. You people are the most hypocritical people I’ve ever met. Y’all can make excuses for Jasper being a confederate and say “oh well he learned from that! He’s not a racist!” and y’all can make headcanons trying to redeem him but don’t seem to wanna redeem him from the problematic things he does in the series to this day which y’all seem to always leave out and forget. Y’all can say “oh Meyers and idiot! She didn’t know what she was doing! Jasper should have been a union soldier!” and all types of shit but nobody can do the same for Jacob who was actually fucked over by Meyer and made to do problematic things not only because he was the rival but also because Meyer loves making poc the villains all the time? How can y’all not see that?

Y’all make excuses up the wall for the precious Cullens fucked up actions and will gladly blame the author and not the character for it and will attack anyone who thinks otherwise but when it comes to anyone else? especially poc? It’s time to hate them and treat them and anyone who likes them and tries to actually redeem them from their racist biased author, like shit. It’s funny how we’re supposed to love the confederate soldier who willingly fought for slavery and quickly rose through the ranks in the army and seems proud of that fact when recalling it in Eclipse and he’s just so smart and practical and calculative and is such a great leader and thinks things through and is able to convince others easily and get them to follow him because he’s so charming but we’re also supposed to feel bad for him and hate the Mexican woman who “manipulated” him and lied to him and of course she’s painted as some kind of evil seductress who manipulates the poor defenseless mindless white man that we all must coddle. I italicized those words bc that is supposed to be his characterization. People who are calculative and smart and good leaders aren’t so easily manipulated and aren’t so easily trusting, and don’t fall for one obvious lie for 100 years! Idc what anyone says nobody can keep up a simple ass lie for that long especially when with just a little more thought put into it, the lie can be debunked so easily bc the truth is right there. Also in the end he had the power. He could do what he wanted with his own body and he chose to do what he did. We’re not gonna blame the woman for the actions of the man. Yes she had a part in it and influencing it but there is no way he couldn’t have felt the deception and do nothing about it or at least feel some type of way about it. If he’s so strong and powerful and dangerous and controlled all those newborns and is so much stronger and better than María why didn’t he stage an uprising or something? Don’t give me that “he didn’t know what he was doing” excuse. It’s the same tired ass excuse y’all use for him being apart of the confederation and it makes no sense. He was able to think for himself (and apparently has a strong smart vampire brain) and do for himself and literally had power over himself and others. This is literally me saying that the shit doesn’t add up from what we know from canon. It doesn’t make sense and I’m calling out the plot holes and why it doesn’t make any sense and why it should be taken with a grain of salt. Because it’s bullshit.

This is NOT me saying “men can’t be abused” or some other shit y’all want to put into my mouth. Like you guys do all the time. But of course he didn’t actively choose to make any of those decisions and act upon it on his own, no it’s all the woman (Maria’s) fault for every single thing he did. He was completely mindless and stupid and didn’t stop to think about anything once. I am in NO way saying that María wasn’t wrong for the lie that she told him or the manipulation or whatever it’s definitely wrong but it’s also unfair that she is the only being hated for it when the main characters do the same shit?! Yet everyone ignores it because it’s not abuse when they lie and manipulate. It’s unfair that people who like her and see the error in the way she was created and want to change that or whatever and ship her with Jasper get hate for it yet you guys can do the exact same thing with your faves and their issues? THATS WHAT IM CALLING OUT! I’m not mad bc y’all “don’t ship abuse” I’m mad because you’re all hypocrites and you all fail to see it. It’s said that she did lie and manipulation and it’s “implied” as abuse and people take that little bit of info and run with it (like they do a lot) and make it out like María is the worst person ever to walk the earth and was lying to him constantly about every little thing ever and was sexually abusing him and was physically beating him even tho NONE of this is EVER stated in canon. Y’all vilify the shit out of her (the hate gets so bad I’ve seen people literally act like she’s dirty and impure and beneath compared to the special white savior and all bc she’s the manipulative colored rival and that’s ANOTHER place where the racist undertones come to play.) bc Meyer painted them as this turbulent problematic relationship with the bad colored promiscuous sexually deviant woman and then Jasper finds a pure white woman and they have the bestest, healthiest relationship ever. They don’t tho. Alice lies to him too. Alice lies to him a lot in the saga and actively keeps things from him. Alice talks down to him and teams up with Edward and is on his side all the time to treat him like a child and basically act like he’ll never be as good as them when it comes to bloodlust (Edward legit says this shit about him but yeah this family is sooo loving and they believe in him soo much blow me.) She kicks him and stomps on his foot when he has thoughts or does something that isn’t ~Cullen like~ and that’s okay? That’s supportive? Jasper himself manipulates her emotions without her permission and tells her to not worry about important people that are supposed to be “family” and manhandles her when she had that vision and this is supposed to be so much better? This is supposed to be one of the best relationships in the saga because ~mates~ and tru wuv?! Their whole courtship and mating doesn’t even make a lick of sense why would he go into a diner? full of people? Especially if he was hungry?! That doesn’t make sense! How could she have possibly had a vision of him? and then automatically assumed she was supposed to be his ~mate~ that makes even less sense, and they’re incompatible and are pretty scummy to each other but it’s disguised as pure mated mystical love, by Meyer.

We’re supposed to like it and it’s supposed to be great but it’s not and I don’t because I see holes and I’m not falling for Meyers bullshit excuses to cover her own ass; we know Meyer has a problem with showing vs. telling but we also know she has a problem with making things that are supposed to be good look terrible. but his relationship with the big bad Mexican is the one that’s completely wrong and supposed to be feared? He has more in common with said Mexican woman and pretty much acts just like her! He went along with her and what she wanted and didn’t stop and think about what the fuck he was doing and he’s known to do this in canon because he literally said that he did the same thing with Alice. He was made to feel powerful and capable even if what he was doing wasn’t morally sound. Also omg over time they eventually began to have some real feelings for each other from their little relationship they had on the side or whatever and to this day they’re still friends with each other and Jasper thinks about her from time to time and wishes her well. They actually GREW to be friends and actually had some kind of development and progress in their relationship. Their okay with each other now even with their turbulent past and Jasper doesn’t hate her. Like at all and you mean to tell me that’s bad? It’s just horribly abusive and people have no right to ship it or even like it and/or indulge in it because they may see some potential with what Meyer did with them and want to build on that and improve it??? We ALL know Meyer creates a lot of things, characters, plot points with soo much potential but always ruins it and people in fandom see that and want to change it and love it and bring out that potential but when it comes to certain characters and ships (mainly involving poc) that’s off limits? Yet y’all do the same thing with yalls boring ass white canon characters and ships or just ignore the ships/characters issues in general??? But feel like y’all got the right to play god and be all high and mighty and holier than thou and viciously attack people for doing what y’all want to do??

Now That’s a fucking joke.

Not only is it a joke it’s also unfair. Who tf are y’all to dictate what someone can and can’t like/indulge in??? and I love how everyone wants to claim “oh I don’t ship Edward/Bella Jasper/Alice etc... bullshit! All y’all do is talk about them and make headcanons and au’s and shit that’s what this fandom mostly consists of, quit fucking backtracking and lying. This doesn’t even begin to explain all things wrong with this hypocritical ass fandom but this rant is more so related to what just happened that was my last straw and made me leave that ignorant ass shitshow of a fandom.

You people read that whole passage that I wrote calling out unfair treatment and fucked up behavior and you STILL just watered it down to “oh they’re just mad because we don’t ship abuse” YES YALL DO! and that’s the problem!!! You guys HATE it when people talk shit about y’all and look down on y’all for liking twilight and tell y’all not to like it bc it’s riddled with abuse and manipulation regarding the main characters and you all come up with your own excuses and reasons (however valid or not they may be) for still liking and indulging in it and trying to fix. Yet you turn around and do the same thing to your own people in the fandom who only ask for/want the same thing y’all ask/want from twi-haters? I was calling out y’all hypocritical actions that is sometimes rooted in racism and how it’s fucked up! I was also calling out how y’all vehemently disrespected, mocked and attacked a real life human person and egged on the op for childishly being a dick to someone for no reason and you all made fun of them for VERY POLITELY requesting something Jasper/Maria related and yet y’all call yourselves nice and accepting? If you didn’t want to do it you could have just kindly told them that you didn’t want to do it. You didn’t have to make a joke moodboard post acting like you’re disgusted (funny how we all must be disgusted with the dirty impure Mexican lol) and the rest of y’all didn’t have to reblog it acting like op was so smart and funny and putting shit in the tags like “why do people ship them lol” “like grow a braincell pls” or “open ur mind” like y’all need to open your minds and realize y’all ain’t shit for that and it WRONG! It was RUDE! Wanna ask “why do people ship them” why do YOU ship shit like Edward/Bella, Jacob/Bella, Jasper/Alice, Victoria/James etc...?? Y’all collectively froth over Victoria and excuse her yet she did. the. exact. same. shit!! Albiet badly, but Come ON! now it’s suddenly okay and excuseable when you throw some white skin on it? Why do YOU even like TWILIGHT if it’s riddled with so much shit?! Racism, sexism, homophobia. If anyone needs to “grow a braincell” it’s y’all. Also yes, let’s attack people and call them dumb and stupid all for what they ship. That’s good. Yet y’all have been attacked your whole lives for liking twilight and can’t seem to make that connection. Once y’all get a little bit of recognition and power y’all wanna act exactly like the people that mistreated y’all to other innocent people that just want to be involved because they think you guys are cool. Y’all are so fucking backwards smh you people suck so fucking hard man.

Fuck the twilight fandom and fuck twilight. Y’all have ruined something I actually used to enjoy by being such nasty hypocritical turds about everything that isn’t white and popular and what you all like. You can’t be different or have different thoughts or unpopular opinions. Though y’all always say that you can, you can’t. The minute you even say anything about the Cullens that yall don’t like or the minute you ship anything that y’all don’t like, or have an opinion on a character or trope that y’all don’t like y’all get to shading and vague posting and mobbing up talking mad shit. You are all so damn fake and I hope and pray y’all get what’s coming to yall for being such nasty disgusting people and yes maybe I did come on a little too strong the first time and should have handled it better and spoken better and been more respectful but after being here for so many years and knowing y’all? That shit wouldn’t have worked. Y’all still would have reacted with viciousness and bullshit and miss the entire point. It’s what y’all constantly do. Look at what y’all do to people who politely ask for something you may not want to do??? If that’s how y’all react to innocent people then imma honestly pray for y’all. I repeat the same energy people give out and I repeated y’all nasty ass energy in my response and if you don’t like it you need to look at yourself and y’all need to stop pointing the fucking finger all the damn time. Grow the fuck up. Also if people really wanna insult me for writing PARAGRAPHS about shit YALL do? Not only is that the dumbest most useless fucking insult I’ve ever seen but it also reflects on y’all because of the simple fact that I have to write paragraphs calling out the shit y’all do and putting it in detail because y’all don’t know how to fucking read and comprehend shit, and YALL STILL MISSED MY POINT!!! That is... just wow. 🤦🏾‍♀️

Imagine being that dumb!

#jasper hale #the twilight saga #twilight #twilight saga #jasper whitlock #twilight renissance #tts #twilight fandom #fandom racism #fandom bullshit #yeah im done here #i cant take so much dumbssery in one place #yall come up with the stupidest conclusions sometimes to save your own ass #so you can continue being delisonal idiotas #im finished with this fandom fuck yall #fuck yall and fuck this

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i don't care that you're closed i want lea to give kairi a forehead kiss bitch

princess kisses // @fireize // closed

THE LAST FEW MONTHS have been difficult ( has it been months ? she really has no concept of time at this point . it could be longer , it could be shorter . all she really has to go on is that the seasons seem to have been changing every so often — not on destiny islands though . no on the islands an eternal summer reigns ) . difficult for more reasons than she can count as well . though perhaps as people say it has to get worse before it gets better . she would most definitely consider the most recent days / weeks things getting worse .

IT HASN’T BEEN FOR NOTHING however . no everything has a purpose in this world — even pain . the only question is whether one is willing to suffer through such pain to meet their own goal , & for how long for that matter . kairi may consider herself a strong person but even those with inordinate strength will fall under the weight of their own pain & misfortune . she can think of a few off the top of her head that she knows personally . but that says nothing about their own strength or resilience it simply says where the breaking point was . all heroes fall eventually , it’s only a matter of when or how they fall .

SHE CAN ONLY BE GRATEFUL that she hasn’t crumpled under her own guilt & self doubt as she’s made strides to move on . she cannot speak for herself for herself in the future however , for who knows what the future will hold . she can only trust in herself & put trust in her friends that everything will be okay .

SOMETIMES SOME FRIENDS are more helpful than others . it sounds cruel to phrase it in such a way but what she really means is sometimes certain friends are more helpful for certain occasions & when she’s feeling a certain way . like aqua or riku ( sometimes terra too ) are always a good to go to if she wants to talk out what she’s feeling inside or something that’s troubling her . they’re good listeners & tend to give good advice so she’ll usually go to one of them . the twilight town gang & people like ventus are for when she needs to lift her spirits & have a little bit of fun in her life . they always know how to make a day fun & bright . people like namine are just to talk to for hours or not talk to ( she finds namine is one of the only people she can comfortably share silence with these days ) . sora — he was everything . everything & more . her best friend in every sense of the word . she doubts there will be anyone who will be able to replace him & fill the gaping hole his absence has left in her heart .

BUT WHO KNOWS ? times are changing & changing more hurriedly by the day . every day she comes across new faces & worlds — so many things she’d never dreamed of just a few years ago . & now in more recent weeks with her project with namine she’s had old things coming back to her as well .

KAIRI WILL ADMIT she was surprised at first when namine first proposed the idea of helping her bring her memories of her past back . she didn’t know she could do that , didn’t know anyone could do that . she figured she’d just have to rely on herself to regain her own memories . perhaps she was a bit naive in thinking this . after all she’s affiliated with some incredibly powerful sorcerers since her time becoming a keyblade wielder . surely one of them would have some knowledge on how to help her . though it turns out they were both useless in the end as neither of them even bothered to reach out & ask about her memories .

IT DOESN’T MATTER THOUGH , no what matters is that she has namine here & now to help her . frankly she’d rather have namine to help her anyway . she’s a much more pleasant person to be around in her own opinion & it gives kairi an excuse to spend more time with her other half .

THE WORK BRINGING BACK her memories is grueling & almost painful . she would describe the sensation as like staring into the sun for a long period of time . they come in flashes at a time , each time more clearer than the last . in time she begins to notice recurring faces — a kind looking old woman & a boy with a mischievous grin . she assumes the woman is her grandmother as she still had some memories of her intact before meeting with namine . the boy on the other hand is completely new to her yet all the same he bears a familiarity that she can’t quite explain .

KAIRI FINDS HERSELF DRAWN to the boy as she gains each new memory . from what she’s seen he’s a positive figure in her life , probably part of her family judging by the vibrance of his red hair . kairi didn’t know she had family — the thought that she could have a brother or a cousin or whatever out there … haunts her every waking moment . she has to find him if he’s out there somewhere . & if he’s not she’ll have figure out what happened to him . she owes it to him , this mystery boy who looked at her with kind eyes & a goofy grin , who most certainly impacted most of her childhood . but first she has to learn his name .

IT’S FUNNY HOW MEMORIES WORK like that . she’s seen several scenes of her spending time with this boy & she still doesn’t know who or what he is to her . she hopes today will be the day she learns . she’s growing rather impatient . but she knows these things take time . she’s not the one actually restoring the memories so who is she to act like things are taking too long .

THOUGH IT SEEMS DESPITE her growing impatience & probably bad attitude it seems her prayers have been answered . though it comes as a blessing & a curse as when she hears the boys name fall from her past counterpart’s lips she feels her heart drop into the pit of her stomach . she doesn’t need to find him ; he’s been with her all this time , fighting with her , laughing with her , going to get ice cream with her . all this time she’s been wondering about her past & her family & her family was right in front of her .

SHE BOLTS UPWARD in the chair she & namine have been using as they’ve restoring memories . she instantly springs upward out of her seat & sprints out the door , shouting a hasty excuse & goodbye as she exits . she has to go , has to see him — hopefully namine will understand .

THE TRIP TO TWILIGHT TOWN is short , partially because kairi exceeded the recommended speed of the gummiship this time around ( yen - sid will understand , she’s got a long lost brother to reunite with . she didn’t kill anyone on the way here so that’s what’s important ) . she hops out & finds herself rushing around the city like a madman trying to spot any sign of him , a lock of flaming red hair or black leather boots — anything . though it’s not until she reaches the ice cream shop ( she’s not surprised in the slightest that that’s where she found him ) that she spots him .

LEA , KEYBLADE WIELDER & NOW — HER BROTHER .

HER EMOTIONS GET A little bit to the better of her as she reaches him , not greeting him like she normally would but instead rushing to him & wrapping her arms around him in a furious hug . she can feel the tears running down her face as she buries her face into his black shirt . she feels lea go stiff with shock then resting a comforting hand on the top of her head he asks her in a voice that she would consider a mixture of protective & gentle if she’s been hurt somehow .

SHE’S SILENT & MERELY shakes her head against his chest . she finds the words hard to muster . what do you say to someone who you until that moment you had not known what they really meant to you ? there’s no instruction guide on how to speak to your long lost brother you forgot about for over ten years . so she suppose she’ll just wing it .

SHE LIFTS HER HEAD UP from his chest , her eyes red & puffy from tears . she lets go of his waist but instead clings to the front of his shirt as she struggles to form her words . finally after a minute or so of silence she chokes out . ❛ did you know ? — did you know you were my brother ? ❜

IT’S ALMOST AS IF those very words stopped time itself for how still they made both of them at that moment . if kairi hadn’t been so close to lea’s chest she would have questioned if his heart stopped beating . on the contrary his heart moves rather rapidly — just as hers is . the moment doesn’t last very long however for in a few moments she can hear him speak in perhaps the most quiet voice she’s ever heard from the man . “ how long have you known ? ”

SHE TELLS HIM ABOUT the memory restoration she’s been doing with namine . he nods silently but kairi can see a dampness in his eyes that is most undoubtedly tears . he begins to apologize in usual fashion & she stops him almost immediately . she knows he had a reason for not telling her & she’s not angry . telling her earlier would’ve probably made things more complicated than finding out this way . she’s just glad he’s here , that he’s alive , that he’s here with her . she’s lost so much in the past year she can be grateful to gain something in this cruel , cruel world .

LEA’S FULL ON CRYING now & kairi never actually stopped . together they make a pair of very emotional , soggy looking siblings . kairi feels her knees give out & her brother ( it’s so strange to say that ) is quick to catch her , sinking to the floor as well as he wraps her in a tight , protective hug . neither of them want to let go , or more like they’re afraid to . they’ve been without each other for so long the idea of parting now sounds unbearable . she feels a slight bit of pressure on her head & realizes he’s pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head . she’s never seen such softness from lea before — then again it’s the first time lea’s ever really been her brother . in return she rises herself up a little & plants a gentle kiss to his cheek . she doesn’t recall a time they’ve ever been that affectionate with each other save perhaps for times from their past but there’s a first time for everything .

SHE HEARS A SOFT chuckle & she raises a brow . lea pulls away & points to the very pink lipgloss mark left on his cheek . she feels herself flush in slight embarrassment but she laughs too all the same . she hopes her makeup mishap didn’t ruin their moment but perhaps there will be other times . they do now have all the time in the world or so it seems . so she’s just going to lean into her big brother’s chest & let the time pass by .

#fireize #fuck you nat you know i cant say no to you #* // MESSAGES IN A BOTTLE ( asks. )#* // FOR EVERY PRINCESS NEEDS A KNIGHT & SHIELD ( fireize. )#* // SHE SURVIVED BUT AT WHAT COST ( v5. )#* // BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER ( v4. )#god i really got emotional over this #im putting this one under a readmore bc its almost 2k words sdfgjhgfds #the dash doesnt deserve to have to see all that #im sorry to mobile readers

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Do you have any old calendars in your room? I have old planners from 2012-2017 if they count as calendars. Do you have any exercise equipment you just hang clothes on? I don’t even have exercise equipment of my own at all haha. Even if I did though I don’t think I’d be that messy. What do you like best about yourself? I’m quite detail-oriented. I can be crazy about it but I’d take it over being inattentive any day. What was the last movie you saw in theaters? I *think* it was Rainbow’s Sunset. It had such potential for a Filipino LGBT film, but they squashed it so bad. Is there a certain breed of dog you just can't stand? Fucking chihuahuas. I never want one of those near me lmao. I MEAN I’d save one of them if they were dying or starving, but I generally just hate their attitude.

Do you own any stuffed animals? I don’t, but my sister is nuts about them. She buys a new one every time we go to the mall. How long until your next birthday? Three weeks till I’m 21 bound. When was the last time you had peanut butter? I’m not so sure. I don’t really like when it’s a spread, but I will have peanut butter-flavored anything. Obama: Love him or hate him? As an observer from the outside, I love him. He’s at least better than the shitshow y’all had elected three years ago. Do you try to blend in with the crowd, or prefer to stand out? I just do my own thing and wouldn’t really care if I ended up as the former or the latter. Say something about the last person to comment you on myspace: What was the last book you read? Idk, something for my Pol Sci class if that counts. How are you currently feeling at the moment? I’m a little hungover and sleepy and I need sloppy hangover food right now, but it’s nothing serious. And the reason for that feeling? I drank so much last night and ate very little. Do you ever feel like you should have been born in a different decade? No, I’m fine where I’m at. Do you like the winter? I would probably like it if I got to experience it. Do you currently have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes. Will that be changing anytime soon? Highly doubt it. What was the last thing you bought? How much did you spend on it? A pitcher of some cocktail. I don’t even remember how much it was, I just kept pulling out money last night. Are you a Twilight fan? YESSSSSSSSSSSSS If so, have you seen the movie yet? I’ve seen the first one a literal hundred times. I know every word to it. How many profile views do you have on MySpace? What do you currently hear? There was a tricycle (or a motorcycle?) that zoomed past the house just now and I heard its engine. Anything hurting on you right now? Just my stomach because it feels empty.

When was the last time you sent someone a letter in the mail? Wow uhhh never haha. Do you like video games? I can appreciate them, but I don’t play them myself. Anything you're looking forward to? I’m watching the UP/ADMU volleyball game laterrrrr and I’m super excited for it. Are you currently missing someone? Kind of. Anything you're wanting to say to someone right now? Sure. Do you have anything in your room that has penguins on it? I doubt it. Are you any good at HTML? I used to be when I would edit my themes on Tumblr. I barely remember any of those tricks now. Do you like the band Mae? (They're amazing!) Never heard. Have you ever kissed someone who had braces? Yes. Funny feeling, but it’s cute. What's your favorite fruit? I hate fruit!!! If you could dye your hair any color, what color would it be? This was also asked in the previous survey. Dark green. What's the most random thing in your room? I have a weird inflated figure of a pig on top of my closet. I won it at an arcade. Do you say "like" too much? Yeah I think so. In your opinion, what's the worst music genre out there? I’m not gonna shit on an entire genre and call it the worst lol. I can live without country, though. What was the last thing you ate? One of the basic burgers at McDonald’s and their fries. Are you currently on a diet? Nope. Have you ever experienced true love? What I’ve been experiencing for three years feels like it, but I don’t really like to claim it - the idea of ~true love~ is very subjective. What's the longest relationship you've been in? Three years.

What are your plans for Thanksgiving? (Assuming you celebrate it, that is) What does your last text say? “I’ll excuse us.” Do you believe in evolution or Creation? Evolution. Duh? Have you ever been to any concerts? Which ones? Paramore two times, One Direction, Coldplay (from the fifth floor of a parking lot), a whole bunch of local gigs. Who was the last person to smack your booty? Probs Gab. Bright colors or pastels? Pastels! What's something you're really wanting right now? HANGOVER FOOD. I need a really greasy fried chicken with nachos and a burger right now, fuuuuuuuck. I’m so hungry. Do you like Paramore? OMG I didn’t know this question was going to be on here :(((((( I LOVE THEM On average, how much TV do you watch each day? 0. Do you need to do laundry? I don’t do laundry. Do you download songs illegally? (i.e. Limewire) I used to, but now I just do Spotify. Do you play any instruments? I can’t. I was not blessed in that department. If not, do you wish you did? Of course I do. I would have loved to know how to play the piano or the violin. What was the last song/songs you listened to on repeat? Lie To Me by 5SOS. Who are your top friends? QUICK! The world is ending!!! Fish or chicken??? Chicken. Anywho, when was the last time you went out on a date? Last Thursday. Gab and I had Yabu for dinner - been legit a long while since we had a proper dinner like that. Pants or shorts? Shorts. Do you need to pee? Not right now. Plans for tomorrow? Study! Gotta bounce back after this shitty week. When was the last time you colored in a coloring book? December. I invested in several adult coloring books at the time to help cope with my annual Christmas depression thing. Are you really a kid at heart? I can be.

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