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jjtheclown555 · 1 year

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Hey QT, this is fayiif on my alt 😍 since it wont let me request from my main. If our blogs follow the same request rules then I'd like to request a !MermaidJouno x !PirateReader xx Drabbles of fanfic, I don't mind! Have fun, excited 2 see what U make 💙

Stolen Coins and a Tail

tw. your pirate crew treats you like shit tbh

content. you're counting gold pieces after your crew finds treasure when a mermaid appears all of a sudden in the water

pairings. mermaid!jouno x pirate!reader

word count. 1.7k words

a/n. jouno is highkey ooc and i wrote this rlly fast so its not spellchecked but hey whatre u gonna do?? also everyone check out @fayiif bc shes writing mermaid au fics too!!

As per usual, after finding every treasure, you were left counting and calculating every item and their worth. Your captain had found just about any reason to keep you from showing off your skills and capabilities, busying you by having you count the gold coins and various items being one of them. You had found something with a worn down label that you could barely make out as, “Game Boy.” You didn’t know what it was, only that it would be worth a hefty penny back on land. You count every gold piece of the thousands the crew had conquered, boring yourself.

“1, 2…” You mutter counting up another 10-coin pile. As you look at the large pile of gold you still hadn’t finished counting, you realize that given you were already over 1000 coins and you weren’t close to done. Upon this realization, you reach over to the pile, grabbing a small pile of coins to sort out, slipping some down your sleeve to keep as payment for this service.

You stole a few coins every time you did this, keeping them in a little box in your barracks under your bedding for when you returned to land. Part of it was the payment the captain refused to give you and another part was a slight revenge. When your ship would inevitably be hijacked, the captain would lose everything—all his goods stashed away in his office as apparently to thieves as you could imagine—while you would still have your little stash of a few hundred coins under your bedding. Part of you was thrilled for that day, in hopes the other pirates would see your strengths or at least take pity on you and allow you to join their crew.

Unfortunately, the cruelty of your captain wasn’t lost of you when he steps over, knotted black beard waving in your face, much to your irritation. You pull a fake smile, asking what he needed today and praying he didn’t notice what you had done. “Well, I was just wondering how the counting was going!” He says, jovial tone as if you don’t know why he assigned you this job, how he was scared of you getting too skilled and taking over, how he wanted to keep you soft and sweet so you wouldn’t ever use your talents to take him out.

You tell him the items your found and how much gold you had counted out. While telling him your estimates on how much each item would go for, you are interrupted by a crewmate shouting, “There’s something in the water!” He runs off in the middle of your sentence, not a single apology as he looks over to see a tail flick in the water.

You rush up to see what had happened, staring at the mermaid, short white hair with red tips, eyes shut as he feels around the boat. He tunes into the voices shouting, the ale swishing in cups, and even the confident heartbeats that could only belong to pirates. You watch as his face morphs into a realization, his mouth tightening and features scrunching as he attempts to swim away. Unfortunately, he hears a net fly out where he was attempting to swim, causing his to try his best to reroute.

You try to reason with the crew, to let the mermaid leave when one member, a man who had it out for you since day one shouts, “How about we throw Y/N into the water and let the mermaid keep her?” You recoil out of disgust, his croaky voice creeping under your skin. You think he’s joking until him and a few of his friends begin to shout, “Throw them! Throw them!” over and over. You tell them to shut up, calling them immature when the rest of the crew begins chanting along with them.

“Throw them!” Their voices echo, screeching in your ears.

“Throw them!” You can feel the boat shake with the cheers to be rid of you.

“Throw them!” Each voice muddles together until you don’t know who’s who.

“Throw them!” You hear one final time before you tune it out when the captain picks you up, carrying you to the edge of the plank. You kick and scream nearly freeing yourself multiple times until you’re at the very end of the plank and you hear the captain say, “Fine, I’ll let you go,” before dropping you into the ice-cold water below.

The last thing you see before shutting your eyes is the same mermaid rushing over to where you’re falling. You feel yourself sink into the water, accepting your fate. You would never be saved, you’d never get away, you had no one but this crew of pirates that didn’t care what would happen to you so long as it made you miserable. You stop fighting it, you don’t try to swim up, you don’t try to hold your breath. You just open your mouth and let the water begin to fill your lungs.

That is until the mermaid from before pulls you out of the water, he drags you along as you cough the water out of your lungs, not paying the slightest attention to your state. He simply drags you to a nearby island, one you recognized from the maps. An uncharted island with the infamous Amantes Lake, a place swarming with sirens. You assume this is where he came from, thinking carefully as he places you on land. He stares at you in soaking clothes and hair as wet as can be. You know you looked like a mess but it was rude to stare.

He looks for a few more moments, observing you with a curious stare before he reaches over, placing a few gold coins in your lap. “Those fell out of your sleeve.” Is all he says before he swims off, disappearing into the water. You smile at the coins. It isn’t much but it is enough to get back home if a sailor comes by for research. You think of the mermaid that had saved you. While they existed, it was rare for male mermaids to be seen above water. Women were typically the ones spotted, men are presumed to stay beneath the waters surface to find food and take care of the cove while women were thought to keep others in their species safe from sailors.

It was odd, you assumed it was a rare occasion, maybe due to his clearly poor eyesight, but still, you appreciated him saving you. You were a little upset you couldn’t at least thank him but there’s not much you can change about that. All you can do is stand up, still a bit wobbly and try to look for wood to burn. As you wander, finishing setting up a fire after a few minutes you notice a familiar hed of white hair rise from the sea, heading in your direction. You walk over to the edge and he tosses some fish onto the land. “Food.”

You laugh, “I can see that, thank you.” You respond with a hum, bringing the fish to the fire to cook.

He apologizes. “Sorry, I’m just a little tired from those pirates.”

“You and me both,” You chuckle, beginning to cook the fish, ”At least you haven’t had to be tired of them for the past 2 years straight.” You say, thinking of every rude comment, threat, loud night time drinks where you’d get yelled at if a single one of them saw you.

He snickers, “They’d all be dead if I did.”

“Kill them anyways?” You say, tone quirking into a question. You smirk, giggling as he slinks away in an instance.

He throws his head back to think before pulling closer to your place on the land. “No. I wouldn’t do that for you, you’re almost as annoying as the people I work with.” He states, a twinge of his eyebrow showing an intense disdain. Whether it’s for you or his coworkers, you don’t know.

“Oh, are your co-workers at your nine to five job annoying?”

“Not as annoying as your co-workers on that boat.” He says and you kick at him, “Also, I don’t work a nine to five.”

You ask what his job is then. At first he says he can’t divulge but after a little badgering and a few empty threats from each of you, he begins to explain. “I protect Atlantis from humans, keeping it a safe haven for beings like me.” He goes on, explaining his job which leads you to ask if that’s why he was by your ship. “Yes. You were getting too close to our territory so I was sent to divert you. What I wasn’t told is that you were pirates, the worst kind of sailors. I was just supposed to distract them and get away when everyone else arrived to deal with it but no, you had to get in the way and cause problems for me so now they might be on their way.”

You squint at him, “Sorry that I was thrown off my own ship and have almost no way of getting home.” You take the fish off the fire and start eating, finishing your bite and saying, “My bad.”

Your sarcasm isn’t lost on him and he responds in turn, “It’s okay, I forgive you.” THis causes you to scoff, irritated by him. Who knew mythical creatures would be assholes just like humans. “Look, you can just stay on this island. I’ll bring you food and make sure the sirens don’t fuck with you. If you couldn’t save yourself from getting thrown off a boat by one measly human, You couldn’t possibly be a threat.”

“Or is that what I want you to think and this is my plan to get to Atlantis?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.” You say pausing for a moment. He goes to swim back down and you stop him, “Thank you, by the way. I don’t really have any other options unless a sailor happens to find me here, which is unlikely since almost no one will come here, let alone make it out alive.”

He smiles a little, “I would say it’s no problem, but it will be a hassle.” He mutters and you toss a rock at him, telling him to shut up through a laugh. He swims off, returning everyday to give you food, whatever items he finds thrown into the sea, and providing you some company on your long days. It’s lonely, and he’s not exactly the nicest company, but he’s kind and he is better than nothing.

tag list: @fayiif @valenrien

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd anime #bsd manga #jouno x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd jouno #jouno x you #jouno saigiku #jouno x y/n #bsd x gender neutral reader #jouno bsd

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pumpkinpie59 · 4 months

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random hot takes i have cause i’m bored and emotionally dead:

-i literally cannot stand any leo ship other than leolotus, especially if it involves 87 leonardo. i’m sorry but it has made me physically nauseous before. shipping as a joke or a small crush on someone else is fine but pls don’t bother me about other leo ships it’s too much for me. ((i won’t hate u if u ship other ships dw <3 i just ask not to be bothered by it)

-i’ve already ranted about this so i won’t go into depth but i hate the 2012 season 4 finale (moreso requiem than owari but owari still bothers me). i think in general? i think 2012’s writing is mindbogglingly bad after they leave the farmhouse in season 3, but that doesn’t mean i don’t still enjoy a lot of it. just don’t expect me to drop the issues that bother me. season 1 is my baby tho and i’ll defend it to my dying day.

-2012 apritello is good. they just had to go through character development. my only issue with it is that their entire situation was pushed to the background so ppl only notice their development if they’re paying attention to april and donnie the whole time (like i do).

-1987 treats its girl characters better than the other shows which is shocking.

-capril sucks. i have literally never liked it or was just neutral to it. i got close to liking them in idw but then casey became a jerk.

-that said i don’t like shipping casey or april with the turtles with the one exception of 2012 apritello.

-i think 03 casey and splinter are annoying.

-2012 casey is best casey :p

-2012 michelangelo pisses me off. he has some good lines here and there and sometimes has fun dynamics with other characters but in general he’s just an ableist representation of adhd and he literally never faces consequences for his mistakes and instead everything works out for him so he never grows. like literally he stays the same throughout the show. also i dislike his actor sorry :p and his entire dynamic with renet just ruins renet as a character and it bothers me.

-i forget rise exists most of the time tbh. it’s good but like. i forget. also rise leo and donnie’s writing bothers me anyway-

-1987 content needs to sTOP mischaracterizing raphael PLS PLS PLS. “michelangelo is the jokester and raphael groans at his jokes” NO!!! raphael is the jokester so he gets upset when his brothers make stupid jokes bc that’s HIS thing !!!!!! and he’s not angry in the same way other raphaels are except in red sky when he was angry that they became villains in society’s eyes!!! but otherwise he’s emotional and whiny but not angry!!!

-leonardo is best when he’s a dork. he wants to do the right thing but will be a frickin idiot about it but - oh wait buddy don’t do that no wait put the sword down hold on-

-the turtles should never have blue eyes but especially not michelangelo.

-ramona is great but it’s okay for them to just be friends too. either way they slay <3

-lotus blossom and jhanna are the most under appreciated characters in tmnt give them some respECT-

-i think howie should come back. not bc he’s a good character i just wanna see what would happen.

-i hate koya. so much.

-mondo/mikey makes me rlly uncomfortable. it feels exactly like leo/venus since they mutated in the same place so mondo feels like a long lost sibling …

-this is literally just my take and i don’t expect others to agree but like. the 1987 team is the only version of tmnt where i feel like every turtle is equally likable and works as a unit best. like i like 03, but i don’t especially get attached to mikey? he’s good but compared to the other 03 turtles he’s just not my fav. same with 2012 but more extreme since it has rlly good raph, donnie, and leo,, but like i said i really dislike mikey. and then i’m not rlly attached to the rise turtles except mikey. the 87 team tho is all great.

-while i rlly love rise casey, i think waiting to reveal she was casey was a bad idea. i think she should’ve been introduced as casey or should’ve been a different character,,,

-i like red sky but the last episode was a disappointment,, also where are all my fav side characters 😭

-the turtles should never be tall they will always be lil guys to me. they should be under 5 ft plsssss

-not a hot take just a hc that was recently revealed to me and i think it’s genius: the 5th turtle kirby (like from 90s concept art) should be the donatello clone from 1987. like hello??? that’s genius pls watch the clone donatello episode

-if i see yall reducing mm april to just be shipped with leo i will end yall.

-lotus blossom is an interesting character even without her connection to leonardo and i wish everyone would notice !!!!

-not a hot take but rob paulsen should be in every tmnt thing we should make it tradition.

#pumpkin stuff #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt mm #rottmnt #tmnt hot takes

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anna-neko · 1 year

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organizing some files, thinking about International Lolita Day and just... fell down a bit of a rabbit hole which then turned into an existential crisis....

mah dudes, it's one thing when joke "have DVDs older than you" but ... but... but... have a Gothic Lolita burando piece that isn't just "older than you been into this fashion" (not condescending, plz keep at it!), *rubs bridge of nose* this was not an EGL Comm Sales nor LaceMarket "vintage"/second-hand buy THIS WAS BOUGHT BRAND-NEW AT ORIGINAL RELEASE (in dark ages when buying direct-from-Japan needed either u knowing this One Girl on LJ who was going on a trip, or jumping 20hoops for a shopping service! (which was just another lady living in Japan at the time) and hoping they'd spot the piece u wanted) This specific brand, bless, deemed us worthy of international shipping BUT ANYWAY rambles are boring, lets look at pretty pictures instead shall we

Meta calls this piece simply "Gingham Check Tiered Skirt" (ギンガムチェックティアードスカート) seasonal collections or pieces getting fancy names that are sometimes absolutely random girl names or bad engrish translation is a fairly new phenomenon, sometimes a literal description is best

✧ 2005 did u think I was kidding about its age was gifted this lovely skirt, and literally just ... pulled whatever was black/white to wear it out immediately! Hilariously, getting the big butt-bow tied was A Challenge: he couldn't do it because boys can't bows, I couldn't because can't see what doing behind me, his mom couldn't help because she didn't raise girls so out of bows-tying practice....

✦ 2006 - Disney trip, of course brought it We did Lilo and Stitch breakfast and Every. Single. Time. Stitch passed me, he'd tug on the skirt's bow *taps hairbow* made it myself to go with the skirt! (using the very proper GosuLoli Sewing patterns mook no less!) and every couple years a friend send me his FB memories snap he took of me with Princess Jasmine in this, and we both cry over the date

an otaku pilgrimage stop on drive back

✷ 2007 ya hear of burando~whores? Well have we got a treat then a full Meta coord: blouse, skirt and headdress!

something something pale vampire

♡ 2008 One Braincell, Much Frills

very smart ladies freezing in the New England snows, send help. Also, as can clearly see, now with a matching gingham headdress (still Metamorphose, this "brand wh0re" business ain't a joke)

and then went on a trip to London and you freakin bet this was packed along! fondest memory was absolutely fangirling over a life-sized DALEK statue in a bookshop, and someone came up to tell me, "your outfit's brilliant"

♪ 2009 how cool are my loli~friends? We dressed up to go play RockBand and mofo at-home DDR! all you kids with your TikToks and ...and... Zooms.... u will never be this cool

Fun fact: that headdress from before? The tiny bows were detachable! So could use them as separate hairclips for other looks

♫ 2010 - do not think anyone comprehends just how FULL this skirt is! It's 3 gathered tiers, and that bottom one is freakin miles of fabric. Plus the waist ties, and full lining with tulle sewn in

♠ 2011 are you tired of this nonsense yet? 'cause it keeps a~goin!

♢2014 oooh bit of a skip! did own a lot of other pretty dresses, skirt was packed away for a bit fun fact: am actually freezing in NYC winter outdoors.... we went to see a play staring Sir Ian McKellen & Sir Patrick Stewart!!

and finally 2022, on the most freakin FREEZING negative-degrees day in January we went out for honeytoast and I was like .. ya know what... oldskool coord!

is my skirt old enough to drive? ... yes... yes it is.... As always, hope everyone enjoyed and for the love of Mana, don't do the math... OMFG plz don't even try to math this one out

Not writing up coord break-down, other "brands" featured are in no particular order: Fan+Friend, Baby the Stars Shine Bright, rando shit from HotTopic and Kohls (or as the kids say "off brand"), LipService, Bodyline, Secret Shop, Innocent World, AnnaHouse and a bunch of cute Etsy jewelry bits

#egl fashion #Gothic Lolita #plusSize Lolita #old school lolita #metamorphose temps de fille #lolita Fashion #GosuLoli #メタモルフォーゼ #ロリータファッション #ゴスロリ #disclaimer: contains me #loli fashion history #coord #frills #Boston Lolita Society #ha! i called us “Fashion Club” back in the day #sure made it easy to explain when randos on street would ask why all the outfits #i miss having hobbies

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inoghmia · 2 years

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As an aro person, seeing jayvik is really getting on my nerves

Just hear me out

When I watched arcane I really liked Jayce’s and Viktors relationship. It’s professional, it’s intimate, it’s that specific type of love you have for someone that just gets you and its muddied with the disconnection they have in other things, like their upbringing, politics which is something that creates this barrier between them, it’s this one small for them but ultimately always in the background thing that will eventually drive them apart - I genuinely love it

It’s also platonic.

Viktor had an objectively kinda shitty childhood, not being able to play with younger kids, growing up misunderstood for his genius, being seen as a “cripple from the undercity” later on, even if he became assistant to the dean of Piltover’s best academy, he probably never had anyone close in his life (not talking abt his parents cause they weren’t mentioned in arcane). He deserves a friend

Viktor and Jayce click, they finally found an equal that operates on the same wavelength, has the same goal in life and is a great work partner. They themselves are great and fun characters, and they have this amazing story line and relationship I love them really

So I wanted to read fanfics about them and then I found jayvik.

I was honestly appalled by it, really just being angry at the fandom for this ship being seemingly everywhere. But I’m someone who doesn’t want to judge so I’ve read a few fanfics and altho they are imo all extremely out of character, the stories themselves are greatly written and stand on their own.

I don’t have an issue with jayvik, I myself like it for comedy

But there’s literally barely anything not jayvik related and it really makes me depressed, cause I feel like a lot of people (not everyone obv) ship them cause friendship “isn’t enough”.

All aromantics can probably agree that it’s really disheartening how often this happens, how it’s a socially accepted truth that romantic love is above friendship and that’s just simply not true. Friendship, true actual friendship, aka someone willing to sacrifice anything for you, kill for you, die for you, they are your ride or die, they’ll always have your back, they are there for you for when you’re broken and when youre at your best, they pick you up, they are the reason you want to be better - is absolutely equal to romantic love.

The thing is, it’s just as much effort to acquire as love, because it is exactly that, it’s just a different kind of love, but people think that it’s for some reason a given. As if friendship is obvious and meaningless and only love is what matters. And this just hurts to see. I see it irl all the time and I see it especially in fandoms.

How many fanfics do you see or two characters being friends? They may be in the background, but usually it’s all just romance, sex, drama, it’s exhausting and after some time heartbreaking, cause it feels like someone is taking that beautiful thing, that platonic love, and basically spitting in your face that it’s boring and meaningless

I understand that people can ship characters for fun and that’s fine it’s just that I sometimes wish that we could see platonic relationships on the same level as romantic and this is just another example of that

And if the writers are gonna ship them because fans want it I’m going to cry no joke, cause it’s just another slap in the face of how we can’t have intimate friendships without it being romantic

This was just me ranting at literally 4 in the morning

#arcane #arcane meta #aromantic #aromance #arcane rant #arcane viktor #viktor and jayce #arcane Jayce

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hello can i pleas can get a level 3 match up? With Strangers Things, the Walking Dead and Marvel?

Thank you! Hope you have a good day

I'm a Capricorn/moon caner/rising libra/30.12.2001/, and INTP,also Slytherin. Saying my full name is just weird and makes me feel insanely bad and guilty. I don't have a preference for my partner,I can love anyone.

I have a normal body. I 'm 5.6 foot, my eyes are a grayish blue color, my hair is now a darker red wich goes darcker to the ends. I leave loose hair at every place like a cat, its gos me to my boobs. It happens often that I find random bruises and don't know how they get here. As I have some small scares, even behind my ears. Now to my style,i dont have one but mostly go with alt , Gothic and punk? Sometimes i just pick things out from my clothes and I love oversized things and weirdly man boxers, man they are comfy. Although i try to went barefoot at ever time of the year. Than asking me why i am sick the same day. I like to wear necklaces and earrings,sometimes bracelet even. I will wear the stolen things(for my partners) outside and grin at the person

To my personality, I have trouble finding friends due to my shyness and social anxiety. Or i just don't like them and so I don't talk much As i will not trust easy or fast.I have trouble standing up for myself, and hate when people are rude to me. I will feel small everytime, sometimes I even start to stutter or just go away and complain to my friends. Because of my ADHD I'm forgetting things, or to sleep and have bad time management. I tend to space out when I am bored or it's just too much for me, sometimes I will start rambling on topics and will not let you speak, unless you shut me up. I am easy to scare and confused, with the right Person even a blushing mess. As i will not really talk about my problems like, or i make jokes of than. I tend to make jokes of myself. Over than this i have a bit of "fuck this, if they want to talk than talk." As i wont change my personality from someone. I like to annoy people, as i like to have a from attention others. I love to cnuddels and physical touch,as i don't like getting gifts. I feel bad cause i don't have most of the times. You have to just give than to me.Sometimes i can have a bit of an attitude and angry issues. Also i may be littel possessive to my s.o but try to keep it to much.I will and can talk to peopel if i have a problem or they with me. I just hate avoiding a solution. Also i can be at bad days just clingy and wanting attation

I like reading books, horror, listen to music, cigarette smoke( i don't smoke), nights and my friends, good naps, fire, backing. As I have a soft spot for neck kisses and cuddles. But praise is on another level . As i love coffee and energy drinks I am uncomfortable with abuse and will stand up fro people i love, as i have an trauma from abuse and bullying. I even got an fear of being abandoned because my birth father left me and don't proper contact me for years. I got severe depression because if this since a young age. I hate pop music as well as romantic movies, [usually it means i really like them offer to wacht one] as well as hiding me from others and lies ot to sweet things, and assholes.I tend to take my time about trusting someone and feeling fear of getting abandoned. As well beging ignore or ignored an Problem.

To my hobbies, i love playing vido games, reading books mostly horro. Or just staring at the wall, watching movies and series, going on night walks or waking with the dog. I also draw and write sometimes, backing is also a hobbie of mine. As well annoy others, playing bord or card games [ and mostly win].

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

You know you're the FIRST ever person to ask for the Walking Dead! Anyway, thanks for participating <3

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Robin Buckley! I think you two would have a lot of fun and interesting conversations. Like the mind-blowing ones where you delve deep into societal norms and what's accepted and what's not, why that is and what it's based in.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・She likes playing with your hands a lot, and she'll do so mindlessly. It calms her down.

・Both nerding out about movies and books. I think Robin would totally be into horror, although she would be a tad scared afterward.

・Calls you cute pet names like "honey," "sweetheart."

Theme Song:

↬ Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Secret Admirer (Robin has a secret crush on you that only Steve knows about and he pushes her to interact with you via poems, letters, cards etc)

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Nebula! I think you two would have such an interesting dynamic and other's would be shocked to see Nebula in a fully functioning relationship. I actually think you'd be such a power couple and intimidate anyone without effort.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・She's very hesitant at first, especially in the relationship. She doesn't know how to love and she sees things from a very black-and-white perspective.

・Your romantic interactions would actually be so incredibly cute - she's just like ... 'oh' when you kiss her and if she could blush ... she totally would

・You spar together and it's very teasing and flirtatious!

Theme Song:

↬ The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Rescue Romance > Rivals > Forced Proximity > One Bed Trope > Feelings Develop > Confesses Love While Thinking The Other Is Unconscious

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Daryl Dixon! I think you would be two peas in a pod. So similar - your love would be founded on friendship and mutual respect. He knows you can handle yourself and never oversteps.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Being his hunting buddy at first, and you guys bond without the thought of romantic feelings. That was until years later, when you got hurt, he found himself worrying.

・Not overly affectionate, but if that is something that you like than he would try his best. I think he would take your hand in his and kiss your palm. And his favourite thing is when you kiss his eyelids (ITS JUST SO SWEET AND INTIMATE AND OMG)

・Probably calls you by your last name, or a variation of it. He isn't one for pet names, unless it's in a teasing way.

Theme Song:

↬ Young and Beautiful (Violin cover) by Joel Sunny

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Mutual Pining

↬ Beauty and the Beast

#ships #match ups #open

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narrators-journal · 1 year

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Can I get a hunter x hunter match up!:)

I want a male character

Im a girl

So basically how I look physically , I wear bangs on my face and have a pony tail on the side with all my hair going down but sometimes I like having two buns or two pig tails cause I like looking cute. Im asian , 5,2. Black long hair , I like to wear scrunchies or hair bows and I like girly dresses , skirts and crop tops. Im have social anxiety , its very hard for me to make friends cause it scares me , Im artistic(I like to draw and sketch) and I like anime.

I like eatting candy and I like stuff toys so I guess you can say I am a bit childish.

Im a bit chubby cause I like eatting but its not noticable

Im introverted and Im not interested in talking to most people cause I find them boring but I have a close friend group , Im usually stand off-ish with people but if we are close I make a lot of dirty jokes and im very playful and light hearted but again half the time I will be introverted. I like deep conversations , talking about feelings and philosophical things and Im self conscious of how I look and im insecure but I dont tell anyone unless we are close. I like deep emotional connections , Im an INFP

I really like physical affection , I like PDA.

I'm idealistic and I day dream a lot about romance and etc but Im not a hopeless romantic.

I have an inner world in my mind.

I like helping my close friends out.

I don't like small talk.

I want to make friends but my anxiety is a lot

I get jealous of others a lot and I need to be nurtured

I want someone to focus on me than other people and don't forget im there when im around people cause in groups Im quiet.

I want someone to care about me and nurture my feelings a lot and I like feeling valued.

I make very lewd jokes and I make some other jokes others may laugh at or find me weird

I really like positive people because I look up to them and I think their cool but I want someone with emotional depth to talk about deep inner emotions

I can also tell when someones upset or sad simply because I can based off of body language.

I like being there for others even though sometimes I dont know what to do , im very emotionally nurturing , I like spending time with people I love a lot.

I also live in a fantasy world in my mind and I love music and I like making people see me as attractive or act playful and bubbly cause it boosts my self esteem and makes me feel hot

Sometimes I can be too quiet but it depends on my mood , I dislike most people cause I view them as "Normal"

I tend to procrastinate

(15 and I dont care who you ship me with cause I drool over guys like hisoka any day but dont ship me with gon or killua cuzz thats not gooood)

Oof, this came out longer than I originally planned. Oops lol.

So! This was dangerously close to being Hisoka since he'd very much like your childish habits and quieter side. However, Hisoka is a stray cat at best and he's an absolute manwhore. He likes powerful people and monogomy just does not fit that energy.

So, instead you get Leorio! Leorio is goofy and childish enough to match your dirty humor and not be put off by stuffed toys, PDA, or anything like that, but he's also got a ton of wisdom and compassion within him. He's seen some fucked up shit, and he's still fighting to be a doctor to help those in similar situations to him and his old friend, so he's got plenty to discuss.

One downside is he probably wouldn't stick to you in a crowd if he's having a lot of fun. He's a bit of an extrovert, he enjoys going out and chatting with people and making friends, so he can sometimes get caught up in that fun. However, he wouldn't completely forget you. So long as you stick near him, he'll give you openings to be included, and he'd probably help you to meet new people too.

He's also, naturally, very capable of being nurturing. He's got very much a big brother energy honed by his friendship with Gon and his desire to be a doctor, but on top of that he's just very good at helping you grow. Keeping you on task to stave off procrastination, helping with self-confidence, helping you make friends easier, all of that. He's a good match for you.

#hxh #Leorio paradinight #match-up #hunter x hunter #ask #damn near got Hisoka #but I was nice lol

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Ultimate Urban Legend Showdown!

Fandom: JuJutsu Kaisen Ship: None (GN!reader) Warnings: Slight violence mentioned Summary: Shibuya doesn't exist. You and the first years are able to spend Halloween together. After many recommendations y'all decided to go to Yuji's house and relax the whole time watching scary movies and eating snacks. Your plans are put on a halt when Yuji remembers that he doesn't have a video to post for Halloween and ropes you guys into a horrible idea. . . . This is based off of a meme where Itadori is edited to say in a tweet: "Ima say Candyman 5 times while my homie says Beetlejiuce 3 times and we gon make em fight" Note: This took me over 3.5 hours to make and I am not disappointed in the slightest. I also spent like 50 minutes beta reading it so... Please. Enjoy it. <3

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You rested down the bowl of popcorn, it was the finishing touch to the coffee table that was littered with loads of candies and snacks. You smiled contentedly at all of the sugary foods you and your friends managed to gather for today. After you let your pride sink in for a little bit, you sat down on the couch in between Nobara and Megumi.

“This is going to be one of the best Halloween parties ever!” Yuji exclaimed, reaching for some popcorn.

“I know, just having me here is already a booster from your previous parties,” Nobara boasted, you chuckled at her joke and hummed in agreement.

Megumi tossed a piece of popcorn at her but she dodged it and you watched as it hit Yuji on the nose causing you to chuckle harder, “Your ego is leaking all over the place.”

Yuji was hosting a Halloween sleepover, for all of the first years, at his home in Sendai. Today was October 30th and you came up with the brilliant idea to stay up past 12am, watching scary movies to celebrate. The three movies on the list were the two ITs, and Scary Stories to Tell In The Dark; all very new movies because you were sure that Nobara and Yuji would fall asleep to a Halloween classic.

“Wait!” Yuji exclaimed, “Before we start the movie can we record an idea I had? I haven’t had time to record a special Halloween video for my viewers yet.”

“You're so dedicated to them,” You mentioned, smacking his hand away as he reached for more popcorn, “I just placed that down, at least wait until the movie starts to dig in.”

Yuji rubbed his hand, “Of course I’m dedicated to them. They are all amazing people, I can’t tell you the last time I received an actual hate comment.”

Ever since joining the occult club, Yuji decided to make a youtube channel where he records his most exciting adventures. After joining Jujutsu High, he was able to gain 500,000 subscribers and have an average of 900,000 views per video. All of the first years have starred in them before and if your teacher, Gojo was in the video–well let’s just say that Yuji would treat you guys out to dinner a lot after those.

You’ve read a few of his comments before and know how much people love his content. His personality, mixed with his humor and the excitement of his videos draw people in and keep them waiting in anticipation for the next video.

“Depends how long it takes,” Nobara asserted, “I want to be able to get through at least two movies without falling asleep.”

“It also depends on what your idea for it is,” you interjected. While Yuji was known for his exciting videos, that also meant that they were extremely outrageous and dangerous ideas. You would love to help and probably earn yourself a few free meals but you weren’t trying to lose a limb while on your day off.

Yuji smiled mischievously, “Well I know this sounds pretty cliche but I was thinking… What if we attempt to summon three scary Halloween spirits; Beetle juice, Bloody Mary, and the Candy man.”

“But they don’t exist,” You interjected, “Everyone knows they are just scary internet stories for kids and teens. Unless you plan on editing a whole bunch, that’s going to be one boring video.”

It didn’t matter that half of youtube had already made videos like this. Even if it failed, which it would, considering these urban legends were nothing but stories, you knew that Yuji’s subscribers would still eat up the content. You weren’t willing to waste your precious time on something guaranteed to fail when you could be sitting in excitement watching three amazing horror movies.

Megumi cleared his throat, “Actually, you're only half correct. The fear from kids, over the years, manifested a lot of those urban legends into actual curses. Though they can’t be ‘summoned’ the way that the internet says, they act almost identical to how they are conveyed.”

Yuji’s eyes lit up and his smile widened, “For real?! That’s great, maybe we could do what I originally had planned then!”

“Wait but only sorcerers are able to see curses. For your normal viewers it’ll just be a bunch of nothingness,” Nobara stated.

“Actually! Since it’s super close to halloween a weird thing happens where curses become visible to everyone! Which isn’t that good of a thing since it’s why we had to work over time exorcising lots of curses in the city before today,” Yuji informed, proud that he remembered all that information.

“Is it even possible to find how to summon them?” You asked.

Yuji opened his mouth to respond but closed it once he realized that he had no clue in the slightest. He glanced at Megumi for help and you sighed, of course Yuji didn’t have this completely thought through. Yuji glanced at Megumi hoping he would help him out. Megumi rolled his eyes but took out his phone, searching for something.

“Here is the database for how to actually summon them. Try not to read them all out for the whole world to hear. I don’t want to be the reason a bunch of your viewers go missing,” Megumi grumbled, handing Yuji his phone.

Yuji thanked him a million times before taking out his phone to get his Youtube app ready, “Is it alright if I make this a livestream instead? Since we’re going to spend the rest of the night watching movies I won’t be able to edit it in time for Halloween.”

Nobara, Megumi and I agreed that it was fine so Yuji started up his live stream and put his phone on the table, making sure to get all of us in the frame. We sat down in silence as Yuji welcomed a few of the early viewers and interacted with them through the chat. After waiting for a few more minutes for the rest of his fanbase to flow in, Yuji started.

“Welcome thrill seekers! How has your spooky month been? If it was anything like mine I’m sure you guys could use a bit more thrill in your life. Well I, Itadori Yuji, is here to grant you all with that! As stated in the title we will be summoning three halloween urban legends. But no! We won’t just stop at that, after we summon then we’ll… drumroll please?”

You and Nobara created a drumroll on your legs and waited for Yuji to do the big reveal.

“Make them fight each other and watch who comes out victorious!” Yuji exclaimed with a smile.

Your jaw dropped, Megumi let out a sigh of disappointment and Nobara turned to him in shock, “What?!”

“Why would they want to fight each other?” You questioned, “What happens if they ignore each other and decide to go after us?”

“I think you're forgetting who I am,” Yuji pointed at his chest, “I, Yuji ‘the instigator’ Itadori, promises you that they will end up fighting, no matter how delicious we look.”

You’ve thought back to all the times you’ve seen Yuji instigate. Between strangers, classmates, enemies; Yuji seemed to be a natural at it. That didn’t guarantee that he’d be able to somehow coerce the curses into fighting each other but you were willing to trust him.

“Alright, I’m down to do it,” You submitted to the idea.

“I guess I’ll do it too.. but if it goes wrong, you two are going to be the ones fighting them,” Nobara groaned.

“Why me!? I didn’t come up with the idea,” You protested.

Megumi sighed, “Of course you couldn’t have come up with a safer idea.”

“Well, I could’ve but, my followers want– no, deserve the excitement! What kind of person would I be to not provide them with that!” Yuji waved Megumi’s phone in front of the camera, “Now, let’s get started!”

“Wait! I have an idea,” You smiled, “Let’s place bets on who we think will win. Each person has to pay 50$ to whoever was right.”

Before you could even call out your bet, Nobara sat up and casted her bet, “I bet on Bloody Mary. Miss girl better not let me down.”

Yuji chuckled, “Nobara’s about to go hands swinging to a whole urban legend if it disappoints her.”

“I think Candy Man is going to win,” You shrugged, “I mean, he’s pretty basic but out of those three he’s definitely the strongest.”

“I know for a fact Candy Man is going to win,” Yuji agreed with you, “The Goodwill version of the joker, and some fairytale witch don’t stand a chance against him”

“You're underestimating the power of girls,” Nobara trumpetted, “She shall come out victorious.”

You turned towards Megumi, “What about you? Who do you think will win?”

Megumi shook his head, “I’m not participating in this.” “But Megumi,” Yuji whined, “Nothing bad is going to happen I promise!”

Nobara smirked, “I think Megumi is scared.”

“Scaredy cat!” You called out.

“Pussy,” Nobara followed.

“Join us, no balls,” Yuji concluded.

Megumi let out a big sigh before rolling his eyes, “Whatever. I think Beetle Juice is going to win.”

“Well that settles it!” Yuji clapped his hands and grabbed his camera from the table, “Megumi is going to summon Beetle Juice, Nobara will do Bloody Mary, and Y/n and me will do Candy man.”

Everyone searched up the database that Megumi found and went off to their designated places. Nobara to the bathroom, you and Yuji to the backyard and Megumi to the front lawn. After you summoned your spirit everyone was supposed to meet at Megumi which is where the “epic battle” was going to take place.

“Sorry that I can’t get the other two rituals on video,” Yuji said to the camera as you guys walked to the back, “But I promise this one is going to bring enough excitement to last you guys centuries!”

As you walked past Yuji’s kitchen, you grabbed honey, the only extra thing needed for your ritual. You stepped out the back door and felt the cool breeze of the October air, it wasn’t too cold but it wasn’t warm enough to want to be out here for long. Yuji was reading some of the super comments so you decided to get the ritual set up. You squirted the honey into a small circle in the grass, and then made a line leading a bit away from it.

“Who's going to be his target,” You asked.

“I volunteer!” Yuji called out.

Yuji walked over to you with an excited smile on his face. You on the other hand was starting to get nervous. Yuji handed you the camera in exchange for the honey. You pointed the camera at him as he poured lots of honey onto his shoes and connected himself to the line you created. He tossed the almost empty bottle towards his porch and sent you two thumbs up before starting.

“Candy Man, Candy Man, Candy Man. Warheads, Warheads, Warheads,” He chanted.

“Ew, that’s your favorite candy?” You teased, “Maybe he’ll be too scared of you to come.”

Yuji chuckled at your joke and the two of you waited in silence. You were about to mention how long it was taking when you heard Nobara shriek from inside of the house. You whipped your head towards it as your eyebrows flew up your forehead.

“I think Nobara’s ritual w- HOLY SHIT!”

You turned back to Yuji just in time to see him dodge a hook coming straight for his head. Your jaw dropped as you stared in shock at the huge man towering over Yuji. He was a middle aged dark skinned man with bees swarming around him and had a brown leather coat on. Yuji ran to you, grabbed the camera out of your hand and pulled your other wrist towards the house.

“Holy shit, holy shit. It actually worked,” Yuji muttered as he pulled you through the house. The front door was open when you reached it and you saw Nobara standing at the edge of the lawn.

“Oh my-” You noticed the lady wearing a white gown splattered with blood and black hair running towards her.

“Tell me you guys are seeing this,” Yuji commented into his camera, aiming it towards Nobara as he pulled you outside, “Nobara, where’s Megumi?”

Nobara lunged out of the way just as the lady leaped to grab at her, “How the fuck would I know, can’t you see I’m a little busy myself here?”

“Come here darling,” The lady like curse rasped out, “You look so young. You’d give me back so much of my youth.”

“Oh hell nah,” Nobara screeched, ducking between the curse’s legs to evade her attack, “Yuji can you speed up whatever you had in mind? This lady is a major creep.”

You turned back towards the house and noticed that the man wasn’t behind you. You spun your head around, looking frantically for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

You pulled away from Yuji’s grip, worried by your revelation, “Where did the Candyman go?”

Yuji turned back and looked over your shoulder. A look of confusion arose on his face and he spun around, unable to find his attacker. You didn’t have much time to question that though because there was the sound of footsteps getting closer from the street. Megumi was running towards the house and behind him was a man in a striped outfit, and crazy green hair.

“You can’t run forever kid,” The weird man called out to Megumi, as he approached the house.

You couldn’t help but giggle a little bit, the scene unfolding in front of you was hilarious. Nobara was leeping to and fro, trying to avoid a lady who hadn’t heard of a hair cut in her life; Megumi was being chased by someone who tried to do a closet cosplay of the joker; and Yuji… well for now he was just getting it all on camera but his socks must be getting really sticky from the honey.

“Boo.”

You were thrown out of your giggly mood and your instincts led your feet forward at full speed as a deep voice boomed behind you. You screeched as you ran past Yuji, almost knocking him down in the process. You heard him let out a little yelp before he ran at a slightly turned angle, heading straight towards Nobara.

“Megumi! Run to Nobara,” He yelled out as the Candy man started to chase him.

“Why did you choose me out of everyone,” Nobara cried out, “I swear on my life, if one of these things so much as lay a hand on me I will kill you Yuji!”

You put a hand over your chest and tried to stop the heart attack that you almost got as you watched the scene unwrap. It looked like it was straight out of a scooby-doo episode. The three curses clashed together and your three classmates ran around them and towards you, leaving their attackers in a heap on the ground.

Yuji focused the camera onto the heap as they tried to get up. Bloody Mary was the first to get off of her knees but before she could fully extend herself, she was yanked down by Beetle Juice, who hopped up like a spring.

“Damn,” called out Yuji, “Chivalry really is dead, isn’t it.”

Beetle Juice ignored his comment and started towards us, but suddenly tripped. The Candy Man was the culprit this time, wrapping his hook around the green haired man's ankle.

“That isn’t how you treat a lady,” He spoke in the same deep voice, giving you goosebumps. If they all were capable of speaking, they must’ve been special grades.

In an instant the hook was snatched off the curse’s arm and was thrown towards the street where it landed with a clink on the cold concrete. Beetle Juice was standing again, smiling maniacally down at the man in leather. Yuji’s eyes lit up as he saw the perfect chance for his video occur in front of him.

“See if that was me,” He pointed towards the Candy Man, “I wouldn’t take that level of disrespect, especially from a crazy ass looking man.”

The dark skinned man grunted as he stood up and you tensed up, ready to run if he even turned in your direction. To your surprise, he instead took a huge swing at Beetle Juice, hitting him on his cheek, sending him flying into the street. Megumi’s eyes widened, Nobara’s breath hitched, your jaw dropped, and Yuji smiled in triumph.

“N-no way he actually did that,” Nobara mumbled, “What kind of special powers do you have, Yuji?”

“I told you! I’m a master instigator,” Yuji boasted and thanked a random viewer for a gift.

Bloody Mary pushed past the Candy Man and was staring dead into Nobara’s soul. You heard her let out a little squeal and you got into a defensive position. Out of the three curses that were in front of you, she had to be the easiest one to fight and you're sure that Nobara was tired of running and jumping around.

“Not even a thank you for standing up for her?” Yuji quizzed aloud, “What a bitch, you should put her in her place.”

“Excuse me,” Nobara said lightly, punching his shoulder, “What is that supposed to mean.”

Yuji immediately started to explain himself to Nobara and you tuned out the commotion as you watched Bloody Mary fall backwards as the Candy Man pulled her by her messy, but long, black hair. She immediately stood back up and kneed him where the sun didn’t shine, causing him to grunt and double over.

“Yikes,” You heard Megumi mumble.

“Don’t touch my hair, you ape,” Bloody Mary hissed at the man that was crouched over in pain.

Yuji gasped louder than necessary, “Racially motivated?”

“What? No, I called him that because he’s a filthy man with no self control,” Bloody Mary said.

“Mhm, yep. That’s what they always say,” Yuji agreed sarcastically.

Before Bloody Mary could properly explain herself, Beetle Juice came sprinting and jumped into her, sending both of them flying into the Candy Man. Once on the ground, they started to fight with each other full force, switching between targets.

“Nice hit! Damn, that was cold. Sock ‘em just like that!” Yuji exclaimed in excitement, egging on the fight.

“How did this end up actually working,” Megumi sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

“I.. I’m not sure but the fight actually isn’t that bad to watch,” You replied, finding yourself silently cheering for your curse to win.

“Come on. Mary!” Nobara called out, “I know you tried to kill me and all but slay the day girlfriend! Beat those guys into the ground!”

You cupped your hands over your mouth and allowed your voice to be amplified as you cheered, “Beat their asses Candy Man! Shove your fist so far up their asses that they can taste it!”

“Ayoo,” Yuji laughed, “They aren’t wrong though, you got this man!”

Bloody Mary was thrown at least 15 feet in the air and spun around multiple times before landing right in front of your feet. Before you could even react, she sprang up and ran back into the fight like a wild animal.

Nobara pumped her fist into the air, “That’s right! You show ‘em who's boss!”

You turned towards Megumi, “Aren’t you going to show some support for your fighter!”

He shook his head, “I regret my choices. I may have let you guys drag me into this but you will not catch me cheering for that wreck of a man.”

“Wow, not even your own sponsor likes you,” Yuji chuckled, pointing at Beetle Juice.

As if on cue, the Candy Man got his hook back from the street and ran towards the man in the striped suit. He slammed him into the ground and shoved his hook repeatedly into Beetle Juice’s head until the hook went straight through his skull and protruded out the other side. His body went limp and the Candy Man tossed him into the street, allowing his hook to go along with his body.

“Holy shit that was graphic, I’ll have to go back through and sensor that,” Yuji gasped, “Sorry y’all who are viewing this live. For the youtube admins watching, that is totally fake blood and they are just really good at acting.”

“There goes my money,” Megumi sighed, turning away from the disintegrating body that was once his fighter.

You turned your attention back to the fight and watched as Bloody Mary wrapped her thighs around the Candy Man’s neck and started to squeeze and turn. The Candy Man struggled for a little bit before he let out a loud and inhumane scream and his head popped off his body, leaving behind a neck stump where blood spurted from.

“Damn, what a lucky way to die,” Yuji sniffed, wiping his eyes, “Squeezed to death by some amazing thighs.”

Nobara started to clap and jump up and down, “I knew I wasn’t wrong to pick you,” she exclaimed in excitement, “I’ve just made 150$! Yay!”

You sighed and shook your head, “Man, he was such a promising candidate too.” “Tell me about it,” Yuji sighed along with you, “He was doing so well in the beginning.”

“On the other hand,” You turned to Megumi, “Did you even think he stood a chance?”

Megumi shook his head, “I only chose him so you guys would be satisfied. He was too crazy and not logical enough to win that fight.”

You giggled, he’s right. Beetle Juice looked comically crazy, so much so that it ruined the scary aspect of him. Your train of thought was cut short by a loud banshee-like scream coming from Bloody Mary as she rushed at you guys. Her hair swayed as she sprinted towards you guys with a slight limp.

In shock from the shrill noise you stood frozen for a second. Suddenly Megumi’s Totality dog leaped from the shadows of the night and ate her head in one bite. Her body fell onto the ground and twitched a bit before it disintegrated into dust.

Nobara let out a pained breath, “You will be missed Mary. Thank you for your hard work and dedication. My closet shall always remember you.”

“Woah, close one there Megumi,” Yuji patted his friend on the back, “Thanks for the save.”

You let out the breath you were holding and held out a hand, beckoning the dog to come to you. You cooed praises to it and patted its body, embracing the warmth from it. You didn’t realize how cold it had gotten, now that the adrenaline was wearing off and the excitement was over you just wanted to go back inside and fall asleep to a movie.

“Alright, I hope you guys enjoyed this Halloween special!” Yuji continued with his outro, “I’ll see you dare devils next time. Itadori, out.”

Yuji lowered his camera and gave everyone a thumbs up, “Thanks so much guys. From what I saw the fans loved this. I’ll give you guys a share of what I made. I think this video made us each enough money to buy a few items from Gojo sensei’s wardrobe.”

“Good, at least there was a reason for me almost dying,” Megumi huffed, heading back towards the house.

The dog dissipated from underneath your arms and you got up with a sigh, following Megumi into the house. As you stepped in you were glad that all of the snacks were still organized on the table and seemed untouched.

“Don’t forget each of you guys owe me 50$!” Nobara called out, skipping past you in delight.

“How could we,” You commented, “It’s not like you’ve mentioned it at least 10 times in the past minute.”

“Someone’s salty they didn’t win,” Nobara teased.

Yuji shut the doors and Megumi summoned his totality dog to check the house for any curses that might’ve resulted from the rituals. After the house was searched and secured, the four of you sat on the couch, exhausted from the excitement that just transpired. Yuji pressed play on IT, and grabbed the bowl of popcorn.

“I wish it was always this easy to get rid of three special grade curses,” Nobara announced as she got comfortable.

You all hummed in agreement and relaxed, tuning into the movie…

~~~

“Yuji, your feet stink of honey. Please. Go wash them off.”

#jjk fanfic #halloween #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuji #nobara kugisaki #reader #comedy #slight horror

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isabella-111 · 2 years

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Heyyy I've never done an ask thing on here before and I'm kinda scared so please don't bully me. And I saw you were shipping people together and I'm really bored so I thought I would submit something

I'm around 5'3, I'm on the skinnier side, AFAB, I use He/him pronouns. My sexuality's isn't really labeled but I would date any gender. My hair is shoulder length and its kinda curly, more like really lose curls that aren't really defined and its a light brown. I have mild heterochromia. One of my eyes is green grayish and the other is more brown. I'm an Aquarius too! I save everything. I'm a vegetarian too. I love ghost even though I have an extreme fear of them, I use an Ouija bored as décor. I love old things weird things that I get from Goodwill. My favorite Movie is Napoleon Dynamite I love the lack of a predicable plot. I'm also on the spectrum. I'm learning French. Also I love school very much its my definition of fun. I listen to really any kind of music I don't care (never modern country) I really love Christmas music though!! I'm a Hufflepuff too. I don't like being mean to people but when I get overwhelmed I can be very mean. I'm also quick to respond with something snarky but feel very guilty after. I really enjoy reading anything. I get hurt often, I chipped my tooth tripping on a computer cord last month and half my front tooth was gone. (Got it fixed tho) And my favorite hobby is just fallowing my friends around, I don't like to go places alone so I'm almost always fallowing someone. I also love people who are opposites of me, like loud and outgoing people that are 100% my type.

My favorite Fandom is really only Criminal Minds tbh

A/n : this is a safe space no need to apologize also omg stop i love your entire vibe also my grandma used to have a Ouija board that she used as decoration and like a tray which scared the shit out if me when i was little ( now i have have crystalsand tarot cards all over my room) anyways that just reminded me of that. Also I’m so so sorry that this took so long I had a rough 2 months but I’m feeling a lot better and got my motivation back sooo IM BACK hope you like it ;)

I ship you with Spencer reid

- Halloween is you and Spencer’s Holiday like no joke you guys go all out . Decorations EVERYWHERE. Couple costumes are a must im thinking Jorge and Napoleon one year and then zoo lander and Hansel the next.....has he seen those movies no but you’ll just have to put him on

- movie nights with Spencer are definitely funny especially when it’s a comedy

“But like why does his school ID Say 2004 - 2005 if it’s supposed to be In the 80’s” Spencer’s says as he paused the movie for the 20th time

“Spence maybe it’s like a Easter egg”

“It throws off the entire plot and time why would the director do that if it makes the entire film theoretically and periodically uncannon y/n it just makes no sense ”

“Just push play he’s about to dance “

“But the ID and- ”

“I Love you but please stop with the ID”

*5 minutes later *

“ kips a sadist” Spencer’s says super nonchalantly as he grabs a bit of popcorn

“ yah probably “

*movie ends *

so how’d you like movie”

“Solid 8/10 “

“ yay cause we’re gonna watch it at least once a week “ you say with a smile on your face that almost says I’m joking but not really

“ spencer please do the dance..... ik you remember it pleaseeee”

- 1000% bugged spencer to do the napoleon dance for like 2 weeks until he agreed

(When he did it was the best thing ever definitely a record moment )

- you probably met spencer through Penelope she Immediately saw the similarities and decided to work her Cupid skills and brought you to together

- you being clumsy and Spencer using his knowledge on medical stuff to help you out ( ice packs , stitched , home remedies whatever it is he knows what to do ) but he absolutely internally and not so internally panics when you get hurt

-putting on Christmas music the day after Halloween and Spencer being like “ IT NOT EVEN DECEMBER YET”

- spencer being absolutely enamored with your eyes he can and will stare at them for hours . “ never seen such pretty eyes ya know like on such a handsome face”

Awkward flirtying >>>>>

#spencer x reader #remus lupin x reader #mauraders #harry potter #eddie munson #send requests #james & peter & remus & sirius #seriously send a request

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Davesprite

Act 6, page 5941-5945

DAVESPRITE: wake up sleepy head

DAVESPRITE: wait why did i even say that

DAVESPRITE: stay asleep all you want like i give a fuck

DAVESPRITE: but you are kind of missing some important shit here

DAVESPRITE: we spent three faux relativistic years cruising through the metaphysical asscrack of nowhere

DAVESPRITE: and when we finally get here youre all tuckered out

DAVESPRITE: like yall didnt sleep enough on this boat already

DAVESPRITE: some of the sicknastiest shuteye anyone ever got i owe to this friggin boat

DAVESPRITE: dude this is a big deal everyones waiting for us out there

DAVESPRITE: i mean...

DAVESPRITE: probably

DAVESPRITE: i dont know where we are some green hilly place with all these stone henges sprinkled around

DAVESPRITE: did you know there could be a plurality of stone henges i didnt but guess fucking what

DAVESPRITE: henges APLENTY where this place is concerned

DAVESPRITE: hey wheres jade

DAVESPRITE: i guess she left already?

DAVESPRITE: maybe there was an emergency somewhere and her doggy senses led her there

DAVESPRITE: maybe someone fell down a well

DAVESPRITE: what do you think john do you think our teen parents fell down a well

DAVESPRITE: nah i sincerely doubt that any of them would be that pathetic

DAVESPRITE: whatever it was it must have been important enough for jade to ditch us like this

DAVESPRITE: either that or

DAVESPRITE: maybe she was that desperate to finally get away from me

DAVESPRITE: between you and me john

DAVESPRITE: i didnt really handle things with her as well as i could have

DAVESPRITE: oh well maybe real dave will treat her better

DAVESPRITE: or not i dont know

DAVESPRITE: i did her a favor cutting bird dave out of her life

DAVESPRITE: nobody really deserves bird dave as a boyfriend or a friend or anything its like getting one of the janky daves from the bargain bin at the dave depot

DAVESPRITE: or one of the marked down daves the day after national dave day

DAVESPRITE: its like somebody taxedermized your dave and expected you not to notice

DAVESPRITE: "feathers what feathers haha no that dave is totally normal and ok"

DAVESPRITE: you should just go back to being bros with real dave when you see him

DAVESPRITE: ill be fine ill just flap around and do my thing alone

DAVESPRITE: im completely alright with that at this point

DAVESPRITE: we had our ups and downs john but all in all it was cool to go on this road trip with you

DAVESPRITE: there were some times man

DAVESPRITE: the times

DAVESPRITE: im telling you they were unreal

DAVESPRITE: i bet you people would pay good money to see every second of the madcap stunts that were going down on this ship basically 24/7

DAVESPRITE: if hulls could talk wow

DAVESPRITE: haha just joking it was seriously boring as hell

DAVESPRITE: but i mean it was still cool so yeah

DAVESPRITE: hey

DAVESPRITE: whats that ring anyway

DAVESPRITE: ive seen you with that ring before and i guess i was just like

DAVESPRITE: ok john has a magic ring for some reason

DAVESPRITE: no need to mention that or anything

DAVESPRITE: but where did you even get it

DAVESPRITE: you cant even hear me you got your snooze on so hard

DAVESPRITE: aint gonna wake you up to hassle you about no ring

DAVESPRITE: i probably should have said all this stuff when you were awake anyway

DAVESPRITE: like the stuff about friendship

DAVESPRITE: fuck it ill just leave another one of my patented magic notes taped to your shoe or your cowlick or something

DAVESPRITE: my magic notes rule ill miss leavin em taped on stuff

DAVESPRITE: i sure do talk to myself a lot dont i

DAVESPRITE: wow why have i never made this observation

DAVESPRITE: i probably needed to be a bird for exactly three years to finally have that epiphany

DAVESPRITE: i wonder if real dave ever had that epiphany

DAVESPRITE: probably not cause hes not a bird

DAVESPRITE: the bottom line is being a guy whos also a bird makes you think

DAVESPRITE: anyway im out

DAVESPRITE: p.s. happy birthday john

DAVESPRITE: have some watermarks for the road

#homestuck #davesprite #homestuck act 6 #page 5941 #page 5942 #page 5943 #page 5944 #page 5945 #homestuck act 6 intermission 5

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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rywritten · 2 years

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sapnoblade anon here! yeah, that makes sense! i asked mostly cause sapnap is a fav of mine and i enjoy exploring rarepairs (which honestly, is most ships with him). id still love to hear your headcanons! any sap content is good content :)

what a mood.

as an avid sapnap enjoyer myself, im all for writing metas about his character (also dream and techno's as well) so i hope you're ready for the ride bc this is gonna be a long one.

let's talk abt my hc for sapnap as an individual first:

as ive previously stated in my c!technodreamnap ppt presentation, ive characterized him as loyal to a fault. his loyalty is his downfall. once he's included someone on his list of people to protect, he'll do whatever it means in order to fulfill his role as their protector (even if it meant disregarding the needs and protection of others, including himself)

he's also what one would describe as a literal firecracker, in that he's bright, loud, and always buzzing with energy.

the extrovert™

can make friends with anyone. you know those people who can sit with a complete stranger and talk like they've known that person their whole life and its not awkward at all, it's like talking to them is natural bc they make you comfortable? that's sapnap

over protective of his friends, doesn't like it when someone is made the butt of the joke and would probably be the one to stop an entire conversation if he knows it's making one of them uncomfortable.

is pretty chill about most things, unless it's about dream

just the bestest friend anyone could ever hope to wish for

on to the sapnap and techno dynamic you never thought you needed:

they're both petty, like extremely petty when it comes to dream's affection. they are ready to loose face, to do any back handed means, if it means getting on dream's good graces

they are also really competitive, would always try to one up each other when it comes to impressing the object of their affection (in this case, dream)

sap and techno don't get along often bc they have very different personalities that clash and that tends to get messy when the two of them won't back down from an argument, but when they do, they're a deadly pair: they don't like to admit it, but there is mutual respect and when something happens that forces the two of them to work together (ie dream getting hurt) they're probably one of the strongest duo out there

id like add that sap and techno are the true rivals in that they are so equally matched for dream's love and attention and it pisses the both of them to no end

now let's talk dreamnap:

the one thing i will always think about whenever it comes to this ship is how much they know each other.

the very foundation of this ship revolves around their history and friendship. its in the way they are so well in tuned with each other to the point where every breath, every nonverbal queue, the other would make is enough to get their message across. they know each other so well that they could have entire conversations without having to say anything out loud, not to mention the fact that their fighting style and movements are so in sync with each other that it leaves all their enemies defeated, and it's with that knowledge and unparalleled teamwork that makes this ship so interesting

let's get into sap and dream's dynamics a bit more: so we have these two childhood friends, they are both insanely loyal and over protective with each other, and i wholeheartedly believe they would put the other's needs first before anything else. and this fact will lead us into two possible outcomes: where they could either end up having the best childhood friends to lovers ending, or something a lot more heartbreaking...

so a bit of a fact, i tend to avoid the childhood friends to lovers trope when it comes to picking my ships, bc i find it a tad bit boring, but the thing with dreamnap is that they did it right. they didn't go the cinematic route where the two find out they've been harboring feelings for each other and then they magically got together despite all the wrongs and pain they've put each other through, no. what dreamnap did is that they cannot hate each other despite all the awful things: they are mad, hurt, and feel betrayed, but they can never bring their self to hate the other. they still care about it other so deeply that despite the roles they've taken upon (villain and hero, respectively) they still care about each other. and that's amazing.

it's the whole "i know you. ive known you my entire life. ive seen you in your worst but i love you anyway. you've done so much wrong but i cant fault you for all of them. i love you just as much as i hate you. you're everything good in this world. you're all that i have left. i can never leave you. i want to hate you so much for all you've done. but i cant. i can never hate you like that. i want to never see you again, but i still crave for your face–your touch–every single day. you've ruined me just as much as ive ruined you. so let me stay with you forever. i can never let you go." that they have going on, the entire push and pull, the amount of contradiction where they try so hard to leave, only to come back in a heartbeat as soon as they find out the other is hurt or in trouble.

whoever says c!dreamnap is boring and uninteresting clearly needs to get their taste buds checked, bc dreamnap is a fucking five course meal.

im sorry if this got too long.. im not really sure if this was what you were even looking for as an answer, anon. but yeah as you can see, i have a lot to say when it comes to sapnap (and dreamnap lmao)

#ry.plies #anon #ry talks meta #dreamnap #didn't really check if i mistyped anything so if you see a typo pls ignore it

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years

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im sure you've been asked this before but what are ur top 5 episodes

My top 5 favorite episodes?

Well I did do a top 10 list a bit after season 3 hit. But I think I can update that list now.

This isn't rated on objective goodness, but overall personal enjoyment.

5. Evillustrator

At one point this was my favorite episode of all time. And I still do think it is one of the best episodes of season 1.

But comparing it with other episodes that come out, and that I am viewing objectively, it needed to get bumped down a bit.

I still think this is peak Akuma design. It also has one of the more creative battles on the list. And of course, the Marichat is top tier.

Evillustrator was the first akuma that really demonstrated complexity (and is still one of the most fascinating akumas in the series.

The problem is that they never build on it and Nathaniel’s characterization goes from interesting to non-existent to Jerk to Pandering.

I still go to this episode to cheer me up and remind me of the good times

4. DarkOwl

Having revisited this episode. I can't help but just love it more. It is the best written episode of season 2. It takes someone that was considered a joke and made him the closest akuma to taking down the two heroes. (thats right.) Truth is, I didn't even watch this when it first came out, I had taken a break from the fandom. When I came back and was trying to catch up did I actually SEE this episode. And honestly, if I had seen THIS episode after Captain Hardrock. It might have brought me back into ML earlier.

The set up for the akuma is also pretty fun to watch, especially when it wasn't even malicious. Ladybug and Chat noir wanted to help Mr.Damocles be a hero so he would stop getting hurt.

Of course the internet got involved and mocked him VICIOUSLY. Like I felt legitimately bad for this principal. You can't even really be mad for him WANTING to do good. Its a cliché premise but its executed better then most.

Dark Owl’s design is not as cool or scary as I would like, but it is still pretty good, and when he almost gets the Ladybug miraculous a SECOND TIME. Its interesting.

3. Gang of Secrets

(Spoilers for Season 4 episode 3)

I expected not to like this episode. It has so many things I am not crazy about. Rehashed akumas, Misunderstandings, the cliché friend break up/ make up, and the weight of the world on one’s shoulder’s bit.

I was wrong. The Gang of secrets (the 5 akuma group) were amazingly done. They were coordinated, they had a solid reason for akumatization, they also had such solid chemistry that it made their antics amazing. I Loved watching the fight against them.

Ladybug’s manic state was not played too corny or too subdued. It really made the viewer understand her emotions. Her emotional moment at the theater was something else. This was one of the few times the writers showed just as much as they told. Even without the rant, we could feel Ladybug’s state of mind. We want her to have something to help her ease into things.

This episode also did a lot to correct the issues with season 3 Alya, and I am glad to see it. This was the Alya from Sapotis that Ladybug trusted. Alya breaking free from akumatization (while being akumatized) was so RAW, it was such a good scene and I loved it.

Alya finding out Marinette is Ladybug.

A LOT of people are not fans of that. And I get it. I do.

Some of you wanted Chat noir to find out first. (which I understand because I did as well. Because ‘Us Against the world’. Totally understand. And also Lovesquare stans and shipping goggles)

Some of you wanted Luka to find out first. (It made no canon sense however ya want to twist it. but hey, shipping goggles am I right? Cant say I blame ya.)

Some of you even wanted present Alix (Which I actually was surprised to hear, but it made a lot of sense considering future alix)

I can understand some of the criticism lobbed at this episode. But honestly, watching the series as a whole makes this whole bit make more sense. We do forget that Alya knew marinette longer then Chat noir and Luka.) Alya had helped Marinette in so many ways. Even as the ladyblogger, Alya is someone Marinette trusts and I think thats important. This ALSO causes a lot of potential drama down the road which I will look forward to seeing.

2. Oblivio

It shows Adrien and Marinette at their core, they fall in love in like 10 minutes, and their banter is adorable.

It was a high stakes episode, the only drab thing was the akuma’s design was boring. But it still did a LOT.

Yes, I am shipping trash. But season 4 actually helped me appreciate this episode even more. Its the episode that helped me stick season 3 out till the end. It reminded me WHY I loved the love square so much.

If you need a reminder of WHY Adrien and Marinette are wonderful together. I highly recommend it.

1.Origins Part 2

Umbrella scene

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml season 4 #top 5 episodes #miraculous #darkowl #oblivio #origins part2 #miraculous spoilers #I don't need to say more for number 1 #YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS

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themangolorian · 3 years

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Pairing: Mandalorian x Reader

Request for @the1maddest1hatter my absolute love who has been so completely and totally patient with me and understanding and i’m so glad i was able to finally finish this and post it for you finally, and i hope it’s everything you were hoping for and more. thank you so much for not giving up on me - this was so fun to write and i’m glad i finally got it to somewhere i’m happy w/ it. i love you! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Warnings: some slight violence.

You weren’t often in the habit of getting yourself involved in the business of others. But when you’d seen imperial guards chasing the cloaked and armored figure across the square, you figured you had no choice.

The fleeing culprit looked more than capable of taking care of himself, but the enemy of your enemy was your friend. So, interrupting the elaborate dance you’d been performing in the middle of the market, you twirled and flipped expertly until you were between the guards and whoever it was they’d been chasing. The distraction was enough. Still dancing and trying to suppress a smile, you saw the end of the figure’s cape disappearing around a corner.

The guards cursed violently your way but shouldered their way roughly past you in pursuit of the disappearing figure. What was more, your ruse had drawn the attention of the crowd of shoppers in the square, most of whom assuredly also had no love for the Empire. Before long, the cylinder you’d put in the square was full of credits.

But then-

Someone gripped your elbow painfully from behind, someone else your shoulder. Striking out to escape, you accidentally turned over the cylinder, spilling credits everywhere.

Loud shouts, haranguing from the crowd, assaulted the imperial guards who had returned empty-handed, the figure no doubt having escaped.

“What kind of dancer do you think I am?” You lilted sarcastically with more confidence than you deserved considering you were being detained.

“Keep your conniving trap shut, scum.” The trooper at your back rammed his baton into your lower back and you could hardly suppress the yelp of pain as you crumpled.

The protests from the crowd were easily deterred when the guards drew their high powered blasters and before you knew what was happening, you were being dragged away in durasteel binders. You cursed under your breath at the imperial guard who scooped up your hard-earned, now easily lost credits.

That was when the Madalorian had swooped in and, helped by the element of surprise, along with what was clearly immense skill, had taken out the guards - freeing you.

“What are you, a trooper gone good?” You’d joked, gesturing at his armor, though you knew it bore little resemblance to a trooper’s. He’d only grunted, focusing instead on freeing you from the binders.

But inevitably the guards had been almost instantly replaced with another unit who’d wasted no time in opening fire. The Mandalorian had dragged you along by the binders you were still trapped in. He managed to dart out of the way of every blaster shot aimed your way, hauling you with him as he went.

By the time you found yourself ensconced in the safety of his ship and as he blasted away from the planet you’d briefly called your home, your heart was beating too fast and you were laughing too hard, out of both panic and glee at the escapade, to question the new reality you found yourself in: on the ship of a stranger whose face you’d yet to see.

But that had been long ago enough by now that it was but a distant if happy memory. The Mandalorian, a man you’d thought so strange at first, had offered to drop you off on any planet of your choosing. And you’d truly meant to leave, but event after event had transpired, all revolving around the Empire’s chase for the child in the Mandalorian’s care, someone you’d also found strange but had now come to care for excessively.

You’d kept putting off leaving and then one day it had just stopped coming up. Though neither of you spoke of it, it now seemed a given that you were a staple in their strange little family.

“This is a good place to set up camp for the night,” the Mandalorian was saying, pulling you out of your reverie as you stared at the suns setting distantly in the sky past the horizon of the sea spread out beneath the cliff just beyond where you stood.

You turned absently and smiled at his visor. You had yet to see his face, even now, but by now he knew just how much you loved the seas, as few of them as you’d gotten to see in your lifetime. The choice of campsite was intentional, providing you with a breathtaking view of this particular planet’s suns-set.

Your heart stiffened painfully as you smiled sweetly his way. The man you’d gotten to know had been nothing like you’d thought he would be when you first met him, as intimidating as he’d seemed. He was gentle and generous to a fault, kinder than most souls you’d ever known.

The Mandalorian cleared his throat, breaking you from your stupor once more, but when he spoke, he too sounded emotional. “I’ll build the tent. Do you want to see how many rations we have left?”

You’s meant to answer but several things happened in succession. Din flinched then unholstered his blaster faster than you could blink. For one staggering moment of horror, you thought he was aiming it at you. But then the cold bite of metal was sharp at your throat, a strong arm coming around your middle firmly before you could react to any of it. A strangled cry left Din’s helmet.

“Where’s the target?” A raspy voice hissed at your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You tried to struggle, despite the idiocy of that act. Your hands shot to the man’s wrist around your neck and you threw your body back in the hopes of escape. But he was like a brick wall and did not budge, did not even react to your attempt as if you were little more than a bug beneath his shoe. It took you a long moment to process the fact that you were in danger of losing your life.

“Let her go,” Din spoke in a cold, threatening voice, “and I’ll let you live.” The blaster in his grip did not waver.

Your blood ran cold when your captor only chuckled. “Give me the location of the child, and I promise her death will be painless.” He flicked the sharp blade at your throat and you gasped involuntarily at the pain, felt a warm trickle of blood running down your neck.

You saw Din’s grip tighten around his blaster, knew he was calculating the odds of shooting your captor without harming you. But you knew Din too well now, knew what conclusion he would reach. But if you were a lost cause, you were free to do whatever it took to ensure that Din was not. To ensure both his safety and the safety of the child.

Thoughts of the craggy, rocky surface at the bottom of the cliff just behind you nearly made you shudder; your fear of heights was almost blinding, but you fought through the distress that would have paralyzed your entire body with fear. Din and the child were, after all, more than worth it.

The standoff continued as if the world had come to a standstill though the breeze continued to blow past you, the chirping of animals continued in the jungle you’d emerged from and, distantly, the breaking of waves on the rocks below did not stop.

Just as you meant to make your move, your captor was yanking your arm back and up until- a sickly crunch sounded and you screamed in pain, trying to muffle your own hurt so Din would not be goaded, but you saw only black for several seconds and your knees almost crumpled beneath you. The slight sliver of brainpower you had left in the moment told you to propel yourself backwards. Your captor, off balance from the movement of breaking your arm, staggered back with you, now just at the edge of the cliff.

“No,” Din shouted, his voice strangled, his blaster faltering now. If he shot, he ran the risk of hitting you. And the knife was still clutched at your throat.

Your captor hissed and tightened his grip around your throat in retaliation, and you struggled to breathe for a few moments. “Move one more muscle and I’ll throw you over the ledge,” he barked at you before loosening his grip. The knife had cut into your neck again, drawing more blood.

Your eyes never left Din’s visor. You could not, of course, see his eyes behind it, but you could will your thoughts and feelings into your own gaze, directed as it was at him. In the brief second you had left, you tried to express with your eyes alone everything you’d never had the courage to tell him before.

Then- you pretended to crumple in your captor’s arms, ignoring the way the knife cut at you again in your new position. He cursed, trying to straighten you. You used the moment in which he was caught off guard to propel him backwards with all the strength you had left in your body. At the same moment, you heard the sound of a blaster.

There had been the smallest part of your brain that had been sure you might be able to catapult him off the edge without going with him. But that had been a fool’s dream.

You lost your breath as you tumbled backwards off the cliff’s edge, unable even to scream.

Your captor had already lost his grip and distantly you heard his scream behind you as he fell. Though you were falling fast to the rocky depths below, you felt suspended in the air, suspended in time, trying to cherish only the last sight you’d had of Din as he’d surged forward hoping to catch you before you fell. You closed your eyes before you hit the icy surface of the unforgiving waters below.

******

Din had seen your intent the moment it had entered your eyes and had immediately been filled with nothing but pure dread. He ran through the possibilities as quickly as he could, but it hadn’t been fast enough. He’d shot the blaster only a second too late. And though the shot had found its mark in the heart of your captor, you’d gone over the edge anyway.

Another strangled, inhuman cry left Din’s lips as he leapt forward towards the cliff’s edge. He reached the peak just as your body disappeared beneath the surface below. This time he took no time to think. He dropped his blaster and dived gracefully off the cliff’s edge, trying to use his momentum to fall into the same area of choppy water where you’d disappeared, blessedly far enough away from the rocks that would have killed you instantly.

The icy temperature of the water barely registered beyond Din’s suit as he flipped his helm’s light on. Din tried not to panic when he saw nothing but empty, rough waters. Cursing within his helmet, he propelled himself further downwards, searching desperately for the sight of you. He began to breathe unevenly as water filled his helmet and knew he would soon have to surface. He could not, he knew, surface without you and expect you to live.

That was when he saw a flash of the bright skirt you almost always wore. He could have laughed with relief that you dressed so flashily. Then he was propelling himself through the water. His heart began thundering again when he saw your face blank, your eyes closed, unconscious.

His arms came around your chest and then he was battling the rough water upwards, breaking the surface and pulling you along with him. The water immediately drained from his helmet, allowing him to breathe. The weight of his armor and the strain of holding you aloft made the journey back to the rocky surface difficult, but adrenaline at the thought of the mere possibility of losing you drove Din faster.

He pulled you along with him up onto a rock above the breaking waves. He ripped his gloves off, one hand fluttering down to check your pulse, the other at your nose to see if you were breathing. When he realized you were not, he did not hesitate-

Din wrenched off his helmet and dropped it carelessly on the rock beside him. He fought the feelings of panic wrenching through him as he leaned down, pinched your nose between his fingers and put his lips to yours. He’d dreamed so many times of your lips on his, but never like this. He cursed himself distantly for never acting on his desires before, for letting his fear dictate his feelings for you, which were clear here at the possible end of it all.

Then he was pumping his clenched hands down on the center of your chest before putting his lips back to yours, trying to breathe you back to life.

“Come on,” he was saying roughly, “come on.”

***

Suddenly, you began to cough and heave, water trickling out of your mouth; your eyes fluttered open briefly. They closed again but not before you’d seen the stranger bringing you back to life. A beautiful, chiseled face. A man with plush lips, dark stubble and a mustache. Deep soulful brown eyes.

You struggled to breathe in, struggled to hack the remaining water from your lungs as you half sat up. The stranger held his arm sturdily at your back.

“The Mandalorian,” you managed to speak through racking coughs, “is he alright? Where is he?” In your panic, you had not stopped to think who the stranger might be or how you’d arrived in his care.

The man did not respond, only clapped you on the back several times, trying to help you cough the water out.

When your eyes fluttered open again briefly, they landed on the soaking cape, hanging over the stranger’s shoulder, seemed to finally see the beskar shoulder piece. You gasped, choking briefly on the water still trapped in your throat.

“What-“ But then he was fitting the helmet swiftly back over his head. But not before you had seen the anguish in his gaze.

Immediately, you berated yourself inwardly. You should have kept your eyes closed. You should have- but you could not have known.

“Din,” you tried, but you silenced yourself, knowing he must be kicking himself.

Quiet and stoic as the day you’d met him, he lifted you into his arms, letting you hitch yours around his neck. Despite what had happened, you cherished being in his arms, curling into his chest, your head pounding from the fall, from your near death.

You were weaker than you’d realized and lost consciousness in Din’s arms again barely registering that he’d activated his jetpack.

When you awoke, you were cozy and warm and wrapped up in a swathe of blankets, your wet clothes gone. You blinked at the ship’s hull above you. You were back on the Razor Crest.

“Grogu,” you managed through your drowsiness.

“He’s alright,” Din’s voice came from the alcove just to the side of his bed, which you were now laying in.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but your breath hitched when you remembered what had occurred, what you’d seen, what Din had done.

“Din,” you breathed against your will. Likely he wanted nothing more than to be left alone, as remorseful as he no doubt was. His creed for your life? What a paltry exchange.

The thought brought tears to your eyes. As well as the thought that Din could only hate you now. How could he not?

But then he was at your side, his gloved hands hovering over you. “Are you alright?” Concern so deeply evident in his voice that it only made you want to cry harder.

“I-“ you managed, your voice choked. You grasped his hand since he held it there just at your eye level, and he sunk down to one knee, tightening his grip around your own. “Din, your creed.”

For just a single moment, he stiffened, but then took a shaking breath and relaxed. His other hand came up to stroke your forehead, then your cheek. “Don’t think about it. Just rest.” His voice was more gravelly than usual.

You swallowed through the dryness in your throat, distantly noting the bandages he must have applied to the wounds you’d sustained at the hands of your captor. Your eyes fluttered closed under his touch, worried if you kept them open, he’d leave your side. But his gloved hand continued its steady stroking of your cheek.

Tears threatened to spill from behind your closed eyes anyway. At the tenderness of it all. Of Din’s ability to forgive the unforgivable. Of what your presence in his life had caused him to forsake.

“You should have let me die,” you croaked before you could stop yourself. It was far from the right thing to say, but you meant it.

His breath hitched under his helm, and his fingers froze at your jaw, his other hand clenching yours tightly. “Don’t say that,” he muttered gruffly, his voice choked.

Din was more emotional than you’d ever heard him, but you were sure it was because of the betrayal of his creed; you could not fathom that his grief might have anything to do with the fact that you’d almost died.

You spoke through the painful tightness in your throat. “I’m not worth it- You shouldn’t have- I’m sorry I caused this-“

You stopped talking when he released your hand to cup your whole face between both his hands. You opened your teary eyes in surprise but, of course, saw only your weepy reflection in his visor.

Din’s gloved thumb rubbed just beneath your lips. “I…I couldn’t- let you die.” The words seemed a struggle and he let them out haltingly - not as if he didn’t want to say them, but as if he didn’t know how. “I…” You heard him swallow beneath the helmet as your eyes darted all around his visor, wishing you could see his current expression, wishing you’d never seen his beautiful face at all. But then- “I care…about you…more than I can-“ He cut himself off, as if fearing he’d said too much.

You merely stared, hardly able to believe your ears. He couldn’t mean… Could he feel the same… The thought was too unbelievable to truly consider.

His grip on your face loosened. “I…” He sounded suddenly uncertain. “I understand you don’t- feel…the same. I just…”

But then you were gripping his wrist before he could withdraw his touch. You heard a sharp intake of breath beneath the helmet and realized your fingers had met the skin of his wrist. Your eyes fluttered sideways, drinking in the sight of his perfect skin, scars and all, just there beneath your fingers. When you brushed his wrist with your thumb, he let out a sigh and his hand tightened around your face. Your eyes darted to his helm then back and then you were leaning sideways and pressing your lips to his wrist.

You felt his pulse jump beneath your lips as you pressed another kiss to the inside of his wrist. When you looked back up at him, his helmet was tilted as he seemingly stared down at you.

“If-“ You licked your parched lips, swallowed with difficulty. “If I close my eyes, will you- Can I-…” You’d never found yourself, chatty as you tended to be, at such a loss for words. “Can I kiss you?” You managed. He froze and you opened your lips to take it back, terrified you’d said the worst thing you could have in the moment. But when he shifted to move, you lost your breath, wondering-

He went to take off his helmet without waiting for you to close your eyes.

“Wait,” you gasped, shutting your eyes tightly, just as you heard the whoosh of air that must have meant he’d acquiesced.

“You don’t have to-…”

And it was your turn to stiffen. The modulator had always been a given, and you’d never really thought twice about what his voice might have sounded like without the digital disruption.

It was husky and crackly, soothingly deep.

You found your breathing going shallow again when his hand, now ungloved, was back at your cheek.

“My creed,” he started, his voice rumbling somewhere deep within your chest, affecting you deeply. “My creed dictates that I- protect….my clan.”

Your breath hitched again, impossibly so.

“The promises I made when I received the helmet,” you heard a heavy thunk as he apparently put the item in question down. “There is more to my creed than just the helmet. A Mandalorian who cannot keep…his clan,” Those two words again; your stomach flipped of its own accord each time he said them, at the thought of what he might be implying. “A Mandalorian who cannot keep his clan safe…is not worthy of the helm he would wear.”

You startled when his bare finger ran across your lips soothingly.

“Grogu…” he began again, slowly, as if weighing the words. “Has seen my face. Do you know why?”

“He’s your son,” you breathed against his fingers, reveling in the way your lips brushed his fingers as you spoke.

“Yes,” his voice cracked on the syllable, but only just, and when he spoke again, he’d recovered. “My family. My clan.”

You swallowed hard again through the lump in your throat, pursing your lips to speak, to deny what you thought he might next say, not because you didn’t want it to be true, but rather because it was the only thing you wanted to be true and were too afraid that it was not to even entertain the thought. But his finger hovered just over your lips once more, silencing your attempted protest.

“You didn’t make me break my creed,” he promised. “I’ve been wanting to- I’ve wanted to see your face…for so long.”

You made a noise of protest now. “You see my face all the time.” Indignant when he got what you didn’t every single day.

“Without the helmet. Not through a visor.” His voice was heavy again, emotional.

It was not until then that you realized what he’d said. He’d wanted to see your face too. He-

“You-“

“You can open your eyes,” his voice was soothing, encouraging even.

“Are- are you sure?” You managed finally.

He let out a low chuckle that set your heart to racing faster than it did even when you were dancing nonstop in city squares. “I’m sure.” It was a promise.

You opened your eyes and your sigh was involuntary. You drank in the sight of every sharp angle and soft line of his face hungrily. His eyes were tender, but as he leaned down, there was a kind of hunger in them too.

This time, when your lips met, it was a different kind of life you felt him breathe into you.

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Why Percabeth Isn’t a Good Ship (Sorry 2x)

I’m definitely getting cancelled-

1. Annabeth is physically abusive. The fandom makes this point seem controversial and debatable, but it’s really not. The definition of abuse is hitting someone. Annabeth hit Percy. Therefore, Annabeth abused Percy. Is that really that hard to understand? Annabeth hit Percy for the first time in The Titan’s Curse when she, Percy, and Thalia were looking for the di Angelo siblings. She punched him in the gut when he asked her who he should ask to dance with him. Annabeth knows that Percy can be oblivious at times...but punishes him when it benefits her? The second time was in The Mark of Athena, when she judo-flipped him because she missed him. That’s...what?? Usually when people are worried about someone else, they hug or kiss them, not flip them over their shoulder. And yes Annabeth kissed him first, but the judo-flip was completely unnecessary. Annabeth punished Percy for ‘leaving’ her despite him being kidnapped and his memory wiped. And everyone’s like ‘But Percy didn’t feel any pain!!11!!1!’ The chapter wasn’t in his point of view, so that claim is a guess. Just cause he didn’t say ‘Ow’ doesn’t mean he wasn’t in pain. Also- Annabeth slammed him on a stone pavement on his back. That definitely hurts, even if Percy is a demigod, physically strong, and has gotten hurt a lot. There’s a difference between ‘playful hitting’ and actually hurting someone. Yes they trained a lot, but this isn’t training. This is Annabeth punishing Percy for being traumatized with yet another life-threatening quest and being kidnapped. I don’t remember Percy judo-flipping Annabeth after he saw her again when she got kidnapped in TTC. Besides, the Romans were about to take out their weapons when they saw Annabeth attack Percy, so if all of them thought it was an attack...it was most likely an attack. Even Annabeth said herself “I only attack my boyfriend like that”. The thing is, if it was Percy who flipped Annabeth over his shoulder and slammed her on her back or punched her in the gut, all the fans immediately would’ve freaked out and cancelled him, calling him a horrible and abusive boyfriend, but because it’s the girl hitting the guy, it’s fine apparently. Nothing wrong with it, right? And then Riordan (and the fandom) had the audacity to romanticize that abuse. Abuse isn’t a sweet, romantic gesture. Stop making it seem like it is. That’s disgusting.

2. Annabeth is also verbally abusive and toxic. Annabeth canonically lowered Percy’s self-esteem, constantly insulted him and his intelligence despite knowing he was insecure about it and always getting kicked out of schools and getting bad grades (even with her so-called ‘endearing’ name for him ‘Seaweed Brain’), and the overall idea of Percabeth is a super smart, pretty girl making a guy with below average intelligence feel insecure about himself. Percy’s self-esteem has plummeted since he met Annabeth and her behavior is never called out or even noticed, which implies some manipulation going on. Annabeth is shown to be extremely capable of manipulating her enemies and anyone else she pleases, and there are quite a few signs she’s using it against Percy (his feelings of obligation, fear, and guilt of and over her, questioning himself, having strings attached, always only thinking of her and no one else in his life, etc.), especially since Percy begins to gradually stop noticing Annabeth’s wrong and toxic behavior as the story progresses.

3. Annabeth only likes Percy cause he’s the chosen one. Annabeth only hung around Percy since The Lightning Thief cause she thought he was ‘the one’ and so she could finally go on a quest. She literally used Percy to go out to the mortal world and ‘prove herself’ cause really, all she cares about is glory, which is shown multiple times throughout the series with all her pride and ambitions. Plus the fact that Chiron made Annabeth swear on the River Styx that she would keep Percy from danger is a pretty clear sign she didn’t stick around him just cause she wanted to, but because she felt obligated to and cause it would benefit her. Take all of this and it’s kind of obvious Annabeth only hung around Percy cause he was the chosen one of the prophecy, a son of one of the Big Three, and was destined to go on multiple quests and play a big part in the mythological world, which is what she always wanted since book one.

4. It was forced. Since the beginning of book one, it was so obvious that Percy and Annabeth were going to get together that their relationship ended up being boring, dull, and flat. Riordan made it so obvious they were going to be a couple that nothing that happened to their relationship really mattered, cause everyone knew it would work out in the end (which is probably why everyone *wrongly* hated on Rachel) so what happened in between didn’t matter. Their relationship was the typical ‘male lead and female lead’, ‘bad boy trouble-maker skater and nerdy good girl’ power couple that was way too clear. And Riordan made it worse by pushing their relationship and shoving it into the readers’ faces way too much. In MoA Annabeth states that she’s always had a crush on Percy (since they were twelve) which immediately rips all the development their relationship (which was supposedly ‘friends to lovers’, but not anymore) had away. Riordan made up a bunch of honestly dumb scenarios that were legit cringe to make Percabeth seem like ‘OTP’ that really didn’t make sense.

5. It ruined their characters. Percy and Annabeth would’ve been way better off as just friends. After they got together in HoO, all their personality and everything else that made them independent was destroyed to make room for more ‘Percabeth’. All of Annabeth’s skills, bravery, intelligence, pride, ferocity, judgmentalism, and all the other traits and flaws that made her a well-written character were never utilized or even mentioned. All she thought about was Percy, and the same goes for him. His loyalty, sarcasm, humor, obliviousness, etc. disappeared to make room for arrogant Annabeth fanboy. In PJO, they were amazingly well-written and great role models for younger readers (especially Annabeth), but in HoO their characters were exclusively ‘Annabeth’s boyfriend’ and ‘Percy’s girlfriend’. Their characters were completely dependent on each other, and they were way better off as just friends.

6. Annabeth is way too possessive. And creepy. It’s fine and honestly normal for people to get jealous when another person likes someone they do, but Annabeth’s jealousy was downright creepy. Not only did she not know if her feelings for Percy were reciprocated or not, but she also didn’t know if Percy and Rachel liked each other, either. The very first time she met Rachel she immediately hated her. That’s not ‘I’m jealous cause this girl likes the guy I do’, that’s ‘I’m jealous cause the guy I like has another female friend’. She had no reason to believe that Rachel and Percy liked each other and has no say in who they can like, either. She thought that she and Percy absolutely had to be in a relationship and that he couldn’t even have friends with different genitals than him. And remember when Annabeth literally stalked Percy in The Sea of Monsters? Like when she creeped by his window, constantly watched him, and kept tabs on him just cause she ‘couldn’t find the right time’ to tell him something cause he was ‘never alone’ despite him being alone multiple times and despite the fact that she literally could’ve just knocked on his door like a normal person instead of creeping around his cabin and staring at him through the windows? Again- switch the roles. If it was Percy who was stalking Annabeth, everyone would’ve immediately called him a creep. If- according to Tumblr and almost everyone who read Twilight- Edward is a creep for stalking Bella, then Annabeth is a creep for stalking Percy.

7. It’s mostly fan love. Honestly, the fandom is the only thing that fuels Percabeth. Riordan just destroys it. He shoved it down the readers’ throats, forced it way too much with really dumb and honestly unrealistic scenarios, and made it abusive and toxic. On its own, Percabeth freaking sucks. The fandom’s version of Percabeth is 1000x better than whatever the hell Riordan was doing, but even that version is toxic. Like, I’ve seen way too many jokes about Annabeth hitting Percy (as if abuse is hilarious and amazing meme fuel and not an extremely sensitive topic that triggers multiple people who actually went through it). Half the time, the fandom fixes Percabeth and the other half of the time they over-glorify and ruin it. The fandom over exaggerates and over glorifies it way too much. It’s not that great of a relationship, to be honest. Most of y’all only like it in the first place cause Riordan made it canon.

8. It was cringey. Like I said above, Riordan wrote some really dumb scenes for Percabeth. I mean- the matching gray streaks in their hair despite Atlas and Artemis not getting any? Percy’s tie to the mortal world while bathing in the River Styx being Annabeth and not his mom, Grover, etc.? Percy only remembering Annabeth, the girl he’s only known for four years and not his mom, the only woman who actually cared for and took care of him or Grover, his best friend who protected and continuously cared about him? Percy turning down immortality only for Annabeth and not even bothering to mention the pain of leaving behind his life, friends, family, memories, etc. behind if he accepted it? The romanticized judo-flip? The whole ‘dark-haired rebellious bad boy/nerdy blonde good girl who can be bad’ trope? Even the boring predictability of Percabeth is cringe.

9. It’s a bad influence on younger readers. Basically the lesson of Percabeth is ‘Once you get a love interest nothing else in your life matters’. Besides that one single scene that took like three lines in The Son of Neptune, Percy never even thought of his own mom, nor did he think about any of his friends or passed allies like his dad, Rachel, Grover, Paul, Silena, Luke, Ethan, Bob/Iapetus, Tyson, Calypso, Charles, Michael (whose death he accidentally caused), Bianca, Zoë, etc. Even when in Tartarus with the curse of the Arai being forced to remember all the people he forgot and feeling guilty about abandoning Bob and Calypso, all he thought about was Annabeth. Even when faced with the man who broke the heart of the girl who sacrificed herself for him, Percy didn’t even think of her, only his jealousy of Jason. Same thing with Annabeth. She never thought about her mom, Luke, Thalia, her step-mom or step-brothers, etc. It was all about Percy. Cause yes, Riordan, that’s exactly the lesson you should teach your younger readers- forget everyone you ever knew the moment you get a partner. Besides that, it also teaches readers that being rude to people who like the same person as you is completely okay cause no one will care and once you start being rude, bitter, and possessive you’ll get exactly what you want (that’s literally what happened, with Annabeth and with Calypso, too). He also teaches that after you get a partner, everything that makes you you will disappear and you’ll be completely dependent on them and nothing in your life will matter, even your own independent life and personality.

10. The fandom tries to excuse and explain Annabeth’s behavior??? What??? Since when does explaining and excusing hitting people put you in the right again? And the excuses aren’t even good, too! Percabeth fans use- Annabeth was full of emotions/mad and doesn’t know how to deal with emotions. Annabeth really loved Percy. It was only one time. Annabeth was worried about Percy and mad that she left him. Annabeth didn’t mean to hurt him. Annabeth didn’t know what she was doing cause she was full of emotions. ??? Annabeth was full of emotions/mad and doesn’t know how to deal with emotions- Annabeth was seventeen years old, the daughter of the wisdom goddess, and is supposedly the smartest character in the series who is shown to be extremely good at reading people and their emotions. And y’all are really trying to say she doesn’t know how to deal with her emotions? Annabeth really loved Percy- SO? A mother might really love her child, does that excuse her for hitting them for dumb reasons? It was only one time- actually, it was twice, and so what? If someone was slapped across the face ‘only one time’, does that mean they weren’t abused? ‘Abuse’ doesn’t mean ‘hit constantly’, it means ‘hit’. If someone was hit, they were abused. Is that really not a known fact in this fandom? Annabeth was worried about Percy and mad that she left him- last time I checked, people didn’t hit others when they were worried about them. If I was worried that my friend was going to get hurt, I wouldn’t hurt them myself. That literally makes no sense. And again- Percy didn’t leave Annabeth. He was kidnapped. Do y’all not know the definition of that, either? Annabeth didn’t mean to hurt him- yes, cause that’s why she decided to flip him over her shoulder, slam him on a stone pavement on his back, and punish him for ‘leaving her’. Annabeth didn’t know what she was doing cause she was full of emotions- Annabeth??? the daughter of the wisdom goddess??? not knowing what she’s doing??? huh??? I mean, would any of you really, legitimately try to use any of these dumb excuses to excuse a man from hitting his wife? Hopefully not. And if you did, you would immediately get hated on and legit cancelled. So what makes this any different? Also- I see the excuse ‘Annabeth didn’t know Percy lost his Achilles Heel and thought he was still invincible’. Under different circumstances I’d accept that, but Annabeth knew that Percy’s Achilles Heel was on the small of his back...BUT SHE SLAMMED HIM ON HIS BACK. If Percy hadn’t lost the Achilles Heel, Annabeth literally would’ve killed him. Abusive enough for y’all? Or is attempted murder excusable and still ‘OTP’?

11. They had no chemistry whatsoever. Was I the only one who felt...absolutely no chemistry between Percy and Annabeth? Like some of their moments were cute, their friendship was really good, and they had a lot of potential, but they didn’t feel right for each other. Remember- opposites don’t attract (they just argue, and no one has ‘another half’ that needs to ‘complete them’, everyone is their own person), they cancel each other out. I mean, Reyna and Annabeth had more chemistry in that one chapter of the New Rome tour in MoA than Percy and Annabeth had in 12+ books. They’re just...not right for each other, I guess.

I’m definitely getting cancelled-

Edit 2: Sorry if I offended anyone with that last note. Just wanted to let y’all know that I am not here to start any drama, hurt anyone, or disrespect any Percabeth shippers. I respect your opinions 100% and only ask you do the same for me. Like I literally only wrote this at 12 am when I was bored and had nothing else to do and couldn’t sleep (same goes for pretty much everything else I write about PJ). Besides, why argue and start drama over dumb stuff like that when we can just find something we agree on? Don’t like Piper McLean? Let’s talk about that. Think Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano is a queen? Let’s talk about that. Think Nico di Angelo is freaking amazing? Let’s talk about that. Think Theyna would be adorable? Let’s talk about that. Want someone to vent to about writer’s block? Why the hell not? Want random writing advice and tips for writer’s block? Sure, I got plenty. Instead of arguing and starting beef over trivial fictional ships.

#sorry #not really but whatever #percabeth isn't that great #stop acting like it is #it aint otp #percabeth is toxic #percy jackson #annabeth chase #annabeth sucks #ship #ships #heroes of olympus #demigods #anti-percabeth

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