#this series just came by and kneecapped me.

[notbecauseofvictories]

good morning, I've been up for hours and already had my plans completely derailed by THIS IS CHICAGO, a podcast that's just 7 minute snapshots of various Chicagoans talking about their jobs, or something that means something to them, no voiceover or even framing device beyond the bing-bong sound that the El doors make when they're about to close.

I've been sitting at my kitchen table with a cooling cup of coffee for hours now. Who knows if I'll get back to my actual paying job today.

#that's a lie I do have work to do today but uh. wow. #this series just came by and kneecapped me. #special credit to the individual talking about being a bootblack for the leather community - and the school teacher! #oh and the woman who goes dumpster-diving! and the guy talking about losing his bandmate to drug use. #just a really really great podcast. #the 21st century radio play #city of the big shoulders

[rinbowaman]

HI REINAA!! sorry if im bothering you since ur busy w the series fics!! But i would really want to req another fic of sunoo hahaha. So reader is 8th member and pleeeaaadseee make it rlyy smutty!! It could be where yn teases sunoo during dinner and he gets hard then... but plsss make sunoo a sub in this thanks <3 (Fyi ur literally the best writer ever idk how u manage to write these so descriptively and managing to make me feel things LMAOO the other accs i follow wont reply my asks ☠️) thanks alot like alooottttttttt though!! <33

”Sunoo Baby.”

part 2 of “Ddeonu”.

Warnings: Sub/switch!Sunoo, Dom!Reader, unprotected smut, creampie smut, oral (both male and female receiving, demeaning behavior, submissive demands, ball tapping (you already know...), whining, hair pulling, smut dialogue, reverse psychology (not really but i dont know what else to call it.....you'll see what i mean) if you squint, there's a breeding kink....i think that's it.

You and the boys decide to grab a bit at a local hot pot eatery. No one knew of the event that unfolded the week prior of you and Sunoo's 'talk', and believe you, there were many more that followed suit.

.................................

"Look at how cute you look when you take in so much muscle."

"You look so cute when you cry."

"Get up, cutie."

..................................

You had to admit, Sunoo opening up and becoming fond of you allowed for a whole new version of yourself to rise. You loved his sassy and demeaning manners, the way he called you 'cute' and revealing how the more feminine side of your nature was something he had been wanting to see ever since the group had debuted. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders once you realized that all it took was for you to lighten up on your tomboyish persona, and be...well, a girl, for once.

But now you were comfortable. You gained closure and have little reason to expose that girlish nature, such as crying in the middle of the night, all because you thought a certain someone didn't like you. Well you were partially right, there was definitely a dislike, but it wasn't you, just your lack of girly attributes, and the reluctant hesitancy of doing what is the most commonly, demanding act in the industry, the 'ayego's.

Throughout dinner, you observed the way his sharp eyes flickered back and forth between black and hazel under the heat lamp. He was so beautiful. He told you of how important it was to not let anyone know of the secret love affairs that had been ongoing, so naturally that only meant he had to play the part well in acting out as a very nonchalant bastard. Trust you to say, he played the part well.

He'd glance over from time to time, even winking while everyone was nose deep in the menu's, but for some reason, you weren't feeling terribly satisfied. Sure it was nice for him to 'like' you now. One could even say that he cared a great deal for you, considering what he's said to you in bed. But there was something about him that you had wanted to pin down and crush; you're not exactly sure why, but now that there was closure between you two, you felt the need to establish yourself as the equal, especially since he caught you crying.

You ignored his advances, and even rolled your eyes at one point. He took note of your rather obscured behavior, and furrowed his brows in worry when no one was looking. You flared a side shoulder hunch while looking at him directly, mouthing the whispered words of "I'm going to destroy you."

Now Sunoo had an attitude of his own, but there was something rather peculiar when it came to someone matching his level. It's never happened before, yet he had to say, he was kind of digging it. He reaches below the table to gently tap his fingers along your kneecap, only for you to slap his hand way so roughly. Wincing slightly, he nearly gasps after witnessing your response to his touch.

"How could she?...."

He reiterates his action, only for yo to repeat your previous response and slap his hand away once more. Confused, Sunoo couldn't tell if he should have been offended or desired more of whatever game it was you were playing at. Something told him that it was the latter, and that 'something' was hardening under his trousers.

"Oh God..." he whispered under his breath, trying to shake his legs out strategically without anyone noticing. Nothing helped, even the cold ice water that he had 'accidently' dropped on his lap. The car ride home had to be the longest drive he felt in so long...

Once you all got back to the dorm, you bid goodnight and head to your room. Everyone else did the same, and went to sleep with fully tummies. Sunoo, on the other hand, was still hungry, and the way you had been treating him at dinner, he was famished.

Knocking on your door, he enters. "What's up with you? What was up with dinner?"

"Never mind. I'm going to bed."

"Why are you being so---"

"So what?....Cute?" you scoffed out as you raised a brow his way. "I'm glad we got to clarify our feelings, I just wish you could embrace my tomboy-ish ways just as you can with my feminine manners."

Sunoo gulps down a lump of saliva. "Well then...show me."

"What?"

"I got a taste of it at dinner...and....not gonna lie, I kind of want more." he admits, side-eyeing the wall out of embarassment. You never saw him this way, but considering he's loved on you for over a week now, maybe he really did see the light in all of your attributes, to include your non-girlish ones. Just to be sure, you put it to the test.

"Come here." you speak out in a rather high pitched, yet demanding tone. And just as you had suspected, he did exactly what you commanded. "Too easy..."

Grabbing onto his copper red hair, you pull his head back and expose that delicate throat of his. He gasps out with a masculine moan, yet it was as sweet as fruit nectar. You stick your lips onto the soft spot, and sucked profusely, just until a nice mark was left. "My territory." you exclaimed. You thought he would have bit back, yet you were somewhat surprised when he breathed out heavily and bid you to, "do more."

That was all he needed to say, and the tomboy sense in you reacted by pushing him down on your bedspread. You crawl atop of his broad frame, and perched yourself nicely on his groin. He whimpers out in feeling your pelvis grind against his sensitive member. "Aww...what a sweet face." you remark as you drag your finger down his cheek. You stand back up and with your arms crossed, you tell him to undress you...with his mouth.

You guide him with your words to start from the top, and work his way down. He removes your blouse, by kissing your belly button and grabbing hold of the material with his teeth, dragging it upward as he finishes in removing it. Your bra came off immediately after; your jeans were already removed before he entered your room, leaving only your panties remaining. Aiming to remove the last piece of cloth on your body, you tell him to...

"Get on all fours and take it off with your tongue."

He looks up rather bewildered and shocked, his eyes wide with a sense of wonderment. Nodding, he feeds his tongue in between where the cloth meets the plush lips that cradles your opening. God, it felt so good to feel that slick muscle squirming through, finding leverage to pull the material down.

Once he managed to find a way, he drags your underwear down your legs, the flat surface of his tongue grazes against the skin of your inner thighs and calves. Fully removed with you bare, you push him back down made haste as you crawled back on top, only this time, you didn't settle for his groin.

"Clean me real good."

Sitting on his face, his nose rubs the bud of your clitoris while his tongue shoves its way into your opening. He loops his hands up and over your thighs, grabbing hold of your derriere. You could tell by the way he slapped his palms on the cheeks, he was starving for you. You grab the front pieces of his hair and buried his face in deeper as you grind away, riding his tongue with a waving motion that made ocean water look stale.

"Oh my God! Keep going! Don't--don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

You incorporate a slight bouncing motion as you felt his tongue thrusting in and out. You reach behind and pin his hands onto your lower back, continuously coasting his mouth, leaving him no chance to rest.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum!" you whimpered out as you glazed his entire face. He licks it up, starting with soft and tiny licks, resembling a puppy. "Lick it all up for me." you tell him, at that point the slight bit of his dominant side comes out, the side you were familiar with. You watched as he narrows his eyes, watching how the puppy grew into a fox and emitted harsh, long licks from top to bottom.

You adjusted your position and became parallel to his frame. Grabbing hold at the base of his shaft, you whipped his length around, tapping it roughly against your tongue. He winces in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure; the sensitivity was almost unbearable, and though it would have been pleasing for you to handle him gently, there was something about feeling the sting of this sensation that made him crave more.

"Ah!" he hisses, indicating the pain overriding all other sensations. "Wan't me to return the favor, 'cutie'?" your tone was somewhat condescending, yet he didn't care. He needed the release so badly, and you were the only one that could give it to him. Nodding frantically, he begs you to give him what he needed.

"Beg some more." you coarsely tell him.

"Oh fuck! Please....pl-please....please, y/n....I'll do anything, just...just fuck me to pieces already!"

You gave off small, subtle licks on the shaft, placing soft kisses up and down while twirling your tongue around the bulbous tip. "Whose the cutie now?"

"You are...AH!"

It was rather bold of him to be so daring, yet a quick slap of your palm reminded him that you weren't playing anymore games. After all, dare he tell others that he didn't like you? He barely knew you! How dare he cause you to cry? Then all of a sudden became our knight in shining armor and came to your aid. How dare he...call you 'cute'?

"One more time, who is the cutie now?"

"Fuck! ah! me....it's me!"

Another slap to his ballsack did him in, and you felt delighted upon hearing him say it. "Still want me to destroy you?"

In a flickering moment, his eyes narrowed down even more, like tight slits, they were sharp enough to cut steel. "Oh yeah..." in a blink of an eye, his deep tone loses all whine and desperation, his arm loops around as he nearly picks your entire form up in the air and slams you down on the bed, tumbling over you. The tables had turned.

"Should of destroyed me when you had the chance, cutie."

"Stop calling me that!"

You fling your hands up, yet he pins them down in an instant, allowing the masculinity of his boyish nature to come through. "Cutie, cutie, cutie. I'm gonna fuck you...cutie."

Your eyes widen upon feeling him rushing in. He didn't even take the time to ease his way through, instead, you felt the shoving thickness and length tapping in, breaking through your walls as the stretch causes your back to arch.

"Yeah...I bet that feels so good..."

"S-slow....slow...d-down......slow down!" you barely could catch your breath, yet he remained ignorant to your words and kept up with his momentum. "But you're so cute when I fuck around with you."

The moment he was all in, you swallowed your words as the new pace he took on made his previous one seemed much slower and easy. Bringing back his whiny voice, he whimpers out in a begging tone, yet still maintained control. It was all so conflicting the way he spoke with his actions not at all mirroring his tone.

"Oh baby...please...please let me feel good....let me cum."

"W-what....Ssssunoo......what....what are you doing....to me!?" you gasped out, a roaring and thrilling sensation of ecstasy punctures your gut each time he thrusts in. "Oh baby....cute baby....I wanna cum so badly....I wanna cum inside you.....I'll be a good boy."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hear his desperate please, yet he continued to fuck you like a raging bull. You couldn't make any sense of it, but it didn't matter. Between hearing his high pitched cries and feeling his cock rupturing your entrance, you could feel the eruption of a bursting orgasm reaching through, it was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

"Oh! I'm....oh my God you're going to make me cum!" you gasped out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you furrowed your brows and looked up with both worry and desperation, expressing both fear for pregnancy and hope that he would not stop.

"My girl, let me cum! Please let me cum deep inside, I promise I'll be a good boy, okay? Just please let me put it all in..."

"Ah! Sssssunoo! Baby!" you felt your cavity flooding out as a rush of warm liquid splashes against his thrusting member, squelching against your skin as he continues to move in and out.

"Please baby! I...I can't hold it in much longer!"

"No Sunoo don't!" you pleaded, yet your heart wasn't all in. You wanted him to, you needed him to do it. There was just something so enthralling about having your words flaring the opposite of your heart's content, much like what he had been doing.

"Oh baby I can't help it! I'm going to cum!"

"Oh please! Sunoo don't! You're going to get me pregnant!"

"Baby I can't stop!"

"Sunoo!"

Your thighs vibrate as you feel the warm liquid seep deep inside your wet muscles. Pleading him to stop, yet wanting him to give you his all had brought about the most intense sexual vigor that you never though existed.

"Oh fuck baby.....cutie....my cute girl...I'm cumming....I promise to be good, just please let me cum inside you everyday, okay?"

Kissing your forehead, he rode out his high and kept up with the psychological collision of being verbally submissive, yet physically dominating. Perhaps to others it wouldn't make sense, but for you and him, it was your own love language that you both developed and embraced.

"Fine...." you caught your breath and speak in a soft tone. "I'll let you do it, but you have to promise me you'll be a good boy, and listen to what I say."

"Yes...my cute girl"

"Don't call me cute...Sunoo."

"Then don't call me 'baby.'"

Rolling your eyes, you both chuckle as you nod in agreement.

Your bodies remained plastered as you both felt the strength of fatigue kicking in, knocking you both out. Just before you drifted off, you took one last look at him. "Sunoo baby...my Sunoo..."

Asleep, you lay soundlessly as he opens both his fox eyes, hearing you mumble those words in secret. "My cute girl."

-Fin

Authors Note: @sunoosrightbuttcheek , i hope you dont mind, i added a little bit of a flare to the sub!sunoo and made him into a little bit of a switch sub/dom, just to make it a little more interesting for you 😏

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[skeletoninthemelonland]

Maybe you answered that question before(and I didn't catch up) but still. What are yours personal reasons to love Springtrap? It would be interesting to hear :D

Let's start from the beginning bhbdjasd

I had no reason to enjoy this character when FNaF 3 came out in 2015. I thought he had a terrible design and a boring backstory (I was wrong), but damn, did he creep me out when I played the demo on my old tablet

At some point in 2020, I was watching Dawko's FNaF AR series (I think he was showcasing a new skin) when I realized that Springtrap had actual voice lines, not just the William Afton ones from Sister Location.

So I listened.

and SOMETHING changed within me on that day.

Then I understood. Not only Springtrap is a cruel, cold-blooded, insane, and dangerously clever villain, but he's also goofy? He's silly??? I wanted to pick him up and shake VIOLENTLY. Then hug him. Then I would kick his kneecap.

#inbox #starbstalks #anon

[piko-power]

It wasn't until the Knuckles Series trailer when I realized how much I love Sonic and Knuckles' dynamic.

Honestly, I'm just excited to see these two interact. I know the show's probably not gonna focus more on these two and more on Knuckles and Wade, but them interacting is something I NEED.

Especially since this is after Sonic 2 and they've become (brothers) friends after their confrontation and after Sonic finds out that what Knuckles been through as a child is the same as what Sonic himself went through.

I just wanted to talk about Sonic and Knuckles' growth in their friendship and in themselves and how it makes me feel at the moment because their relationship and brotherhood is gonna drive me crazy and I need to tell EVERYTHING.

Everything will be under the cut since it's gonna be one hell of a ramble post. (btw if you tag this as ship I'll sell your kneecaps to the dark web)

At the beginning of the movie, Sonic suddenly got a visit from his worst enemy that he thought was banished to the dreaded Mushroom hellscape. He didn't expect him to bring any company, however.

An Echidna. The same species who nearly took Sonic's life and took Longclaw's.

Sonic only knew these Echidna best from the day where he lost everything. He couldn't save Longclaw in time from the Echidna tribe. He did blame himself, but deep down he was also mad at the Echidna.

So it was understandable that Sonic wouldn't be so pleased to see an Echidna in his house.

It's one thing if Robotnik came back, but a random Echidna who swore to destroy Sonic at any cost? Sonic ain't having none of that.

The Echidna took away something dear to him once, he won't let it happen again.

There's just one problem: Knuckles is WAY too strong for Sonic. He may have the speed, but he didn't have the punches like Knuckles.

Clearly it was quite a terrifying moment for Sonic. He couldn't fight back against the Echidna and he even knew about Longclaw.

From his POV, it was all shocking. Of course later on in the movie, he finds out that the Owls and Echidna were at war for the longest time over the Master Emerald.

So it's no wonder that Knuckles is after Sonic, who was raised by Longclaw.

So the fact that Sonic and Knuckles thought they were both bad guys is actually pretty messed up, since the Owls were the bad guys to the Echidna as well, so Knuckles thought that Sonic was the bad guy too.

MAN-

And after learning more about the Master Emerald, it was Sonic (and Tails') mission to make sure the Emerald is safe and make sure Robotnik BUT ESPECIALLY KNUCKLES don't get their hands on it.

Everything about Knuckles is a mystery to Sonic. He doesn't know a lot about him. All he knows is that he's after a giant gemstone full of ultimate power.

The power to turn thoughts into reality.

And since Sonic knows that Echidna only want power to themselves and other selfish needs, at least according to him, he knew Knuckles has to be stopped. Robotnik included, but now there is a new threat.

A threat Sonic wished would never come back to his life.

Meanwhile with Knuckles himself...

Knuckles never really thought about sticking around with Robotnik. He only needed his help to find the hedgehog. But after overhearing about ultimate power, Robotnik insists to join Knuckles on his journey.

Knuckles doesn't know a lot about Robotnik and was a first skeptical, but he seemed to be trustworthy. If he wanted to help Knuckles restore power to his people, then he would have to believe that maybe forming an alliance with this man won't be so bad.

After all,

When was the last time Knuckles had a friend? When was the last time Knuckles trusted someone? When was the last time someone liked him, or looked after him?

After what happened to his people?

The closest family member he had was his father, who he and his tribe never came back after their battle. Knuckles was left there, waiting for them to come back.

It eventually dawned on him that they'll never come back.

For the longest time, he went off on his own to find this hedgehog, for vengeance. And to find the Master Emerald in time before he does. (I think he believed he was searching for the Emerald as well.)

Throughout his journey in the galaxy, he came across some trouble along the way. Some scavengers straight up take him away and put him in a Rise of the TMNT ass arena. (You know the one I'm talking about. 😉)

Apparently word goes around about how Echidna are, and Knuckles didn't like this at all. (He won against the beast in case you're curious.)

He did gain some assistance on helping him find the hedgehog, but he wouldn't call them his friends. They are only there to help him without a choice after all.

What caught his and the scavengers' attention was the energy surge that spread through the galaxy from this planet invested with mushrooms.

The first thing he finds is this bald man with weird clothes and a blue quill that looked awfully familiar. This man knows where the hedgehog is and where to find him.

For a while, Knuckles been on his adventure alone after loosing his family. He thought he was better off alone on his journey, but after meeting Robotnik, he never knew that he would befriend this man.

He seems to be smart and makes all kinds of machines, and even has a goat milker. (The king of Bi Men, Agent Stone) If Robotnik can help him find the hedgehog, and the Master Emerald, then Knuckles is fine with being friends with this man.

He never had a friend before, he only had a father. A friend sounds nice. Who wouldn't be friends with Robotnik?

Sonic and Knuckles' view of each other shifted slightly during this scene, in Siberia.

Knuckles is tired of Sonic messing around, saying that he knows nothing about him. All Sonic knows is that his tribe is most famous for ruining his life. (Ouch)

Knuckles didn't take that kindly, stating that he lost everything because of you. His people, his father.

The reason why Knuckles' journey is important to him right now, was his father's last words to him:

"Your moment to honor our tribe will come, but it was not this moment."

Hmmm... That's sound really familiar...

Wait a minute...

WAIT A MINUTE...

"There will come a time where your powers will be needed... But you don't choose that moment. That moment chooses you."

Tom Wachowski said that. Sonic's father.

Those words were similar to what Knuckles' father told him... before he died.

Sonic really didn't know Knuckles. At all.

Yes, what Knuckles is doing is pretty bad. He still assume that Knuckles is gonna use the Emerald for something awful.

But after hearing Knuckles' story on what happened to his people and his father... After what happened to all those Echidna and Longclaw... After figuring out that him and Knuckles' trauma share similarities... After figuring out that they both lost something so important to them...

Sonic just felt... devastated. (The second image even looked like he's on the verge of tears finding out this information. 🥺)

He had zero clue Knuckles went through all that, and just trash talked his tribe right there. Hearing his story just... broke his heart.

He, too, lost everything that day. They both lost everything that day.

Knuckles didn't have to hunt down Sonic because of all that but he did, because since he was technically on the Owl's side, Sonic was also "responsible" for the demise of his tribe.

Knowing that Knuckles believes this just hurts Sonic more. To make things worse, Tails attacked at the wrong time, giving Knuckles the belief that Sonic was tricking him.

At this point of the fight, I believe Sonic doesn't want to fight this guy. Yes, he's on Robotnik's side, but he wished he wasn't.

He knows Robotnik and Knuckles doesn't. Robotnik might mess with the Echidna and just make things worse for him. If he is his ally, the first one he had maybe, then it won't be pretty if Robotnik does something stupid.

Unfortunately, that's exactly what happens next.

The next time they meet was in the Labyrinth, right where the Master Emerald is. Knuckles is done with Sonic's crap, and Sonic is going to stop him.

Sonic really didn't wanted to fight him anymore, and just wanted him and Robotnik to leave the Master Emerald...

But he's not given much choice.

A big fight broke off between two powerful critters over the Emerald, meanwhile Robotnik sneaks off to get the Master Emerald into his grasp.

Thankfully, before things got messy, Sonic pointed out that Robotnik was stealing the Emerald, and this infuriates Knuckles.

This man. This deceiving man, wished to join his side to take out the hedgehog just to take the Emerald for himself.

Robotnik himself even mocked at the fact that Knuckles believed that he and Robotnik were friends. The first friend he ever had, and he straight up betrayed him.

And just like that, he takes the Emerald and leaves. (or Chaos Controlled I think...?)

The place begins to flood and Knuckles gets trapped underwater. Sonic, not okay with the fact he has to go in the water, AGAIN, jumps in anyways to save him.

He cannot let this guy drown. He went through too much crap and he can't let this happen to him. He doesn't care that they fought, he wanted to save him.

Eventually he did, but...

Sonic couldn't swim. He tried to reach out for Knuckles who was getting further and further away from him. He nearly drowned but at the right moment, Knuckles came back down to save him.

They both have a moment together on the beach, throwing sand at each other. XD

Knuckles was confused on why Sonic saved him, despite the fact he tried to destroy him. He says that being a hero isn't about taking care of yourself, instead it's about taking responsibility for other people. Words from his own father.

While Tails was on his way to save Sonic, Knuckles mentions how he and Sonic lost everything and wonders how despite that and failing, how did he kept going?

Simple. He found a new family. New friends. And he can too.

Learning about Knuckles' childhood, and knowing what he been through, and witnessing Robotnik's betrayal to him, it's clear that he need to do something for Knuckles.

He knows that Knuckles isn't the bad guy, he was just used for Robotnik's deeds. Knuckles only wanted what was best for him and his people.

But Sonic knows now what Knuckles really needs.

A family.

Knuckles lost his and so did Sonic. He doesn't want Knuckles to be alone again. He's been alone for too long just like Sonic. He offers Knuckles to join him on his adventure.

But he also wanted him to join his family.

Knuckles is quite surprised about the offer. It's understandable.

All they've been doing whenever they meet is fight, but after learning about themselves, after a small quiet talk with each other, Sonic just...

Smiles and offers his hand. He doesn't want him to be alone anymore.

Knuckles just looks at him. It look liked he was unsure about the offer for a split second. But he's thinking about it, as Sonic smiled at him.

After everything they've done to each other, Sonic is willing to help him out and give him everything he truly needed without even knowing what he truly needed.

Sonic, according to Knuckles, is a strange hedgehog, but has a heart of gold. He seems to be strong too after all this time. He lost everything, but he never gave up. Not even once, even when things get tough.

He gained a new family because of that.

Knuckles respects that. Mentally anyway.

It will take some time to process and adjust everything, but if what Sonic's saying is true, about not being alone anymore...

Then Knuckles believes him.

After taking the offer, a lot happened afterwards.

Him and Sonic and Tails fight against a giant Eggman Mech.

He gave Robotnik a taste of his medicine and retrieve the Master Emerald before him and Tails fall to the ground.

He and Tails witnessed Tom, Maddie and Sonic getting crushed by Robotnik, before seeing that Sonic absorbed the power of the Emeralds.

Tries to protect Tom and Maddie from a possible corrupted Sonic, but then gets slapped by a chili dog.

He and his newfound friends made a vow to protect the Master Emerald.

And plays baseball for the first time with his friends and goes out for victory ice cream.

It's safe to say that Sonic and Knuckles' friendship means a lot to me than I thought. With the Knuckles series coming out, I am excited to see what will happen between them.

It's clear that it will be just older and younger brother shenanigans and I am all here for it.

I love their dynamic a lot, but now I'm a little obsessed with them at the moment. Their origins and their differences and how they grew together is really special to me.

I love Sonic and Tails' dynamic but Sonic and Knuckles' is something I never really thought of a lot until now.

Every time I watch Sonic 2, I just feel so happy for Knuckles now that he's got friends and family who love him and look out for him.

In fact, after watching Sonic 2 for the first time, almost two years ago, I loved Knuckles a lot. I used to think he was a fine character. I enjoy his character, but after watching the movie, he became one of my top 10 favorite characters.

I love him so much and I cannot wait to see more of my favorite version of Knuckles, and more of Sonic and Knuckles' interactions.

#piko rambles #sonic wachowski #miles tails wachowski #knuckles wachowski #movie robotnik #sonic movie 2020 #sonic movie 2 #knuckles series

[justcallmesakira]

Bsd men with a childish s/o pt. 3!

Sypnosis: How the people who are somewhat sane deal with you and your goofy goobers

Warnings: eyebrow less, wereballs, mentions of gaslight ING, mentions of turning into a gacha life demon form 2019,stealing glittery not pads, omori building reference, etc.

Genre: lowkey fluff, crack

A/N: bro this series is blowing up for real- Anyways heres part 2 andddd part 1!

Atsushi-

No guys hes not like you-😭

Sometimes he wonders if you were better suited with dazai then him (it's giving a certain emo Victorian kid kinnie)

But hey hey! Don't worry he will try to calm you down because he DOES NOT WANT YOU to follow dazai's steps! 😋😋

Dw atsushi! Reader is perfectly sane!!

He once came back to the agency from a mission only to see you see you eyebrow less

"Y/N! I am ba-AAAAAAAAAH-" "What, jinko, finally grew some wereballs"

HGYHFYG WERE BALLS-

Turns out you were cosplaying akutagawa and the eyebrowless thing was just a prank <3

Jizz man, give my pookie tiger

He's more scared of you then akutagawa 😨😨😨

You sometimes feel silly so you gave him cat food for lunch beacuse dazai convinced you with some skittles (he probably stole them from ranpo)

"umm, y/N.. WHY are you giving me cat food?" "because I felt silly lol"

I BET HE WOULD EAT IT BECAUSE HE DOES NOT WANT TO WASTE FOOD-

Kyouka had to stop him-

I am pretty sure you two speak in kaomojis like--

But he enjoys your presence, it's nice to know that at least your happy,Perhaps he can protect you and your happiness if he tries....

Sometimes he wonders how you have so much energy to break into his home with hello kitty pins just to wake him up

And go to an amusement park..

There goes atsuhis wallet! 😄💸

I think atsushi genuinely likes your antics.. Sometimes

But he would definitely keeps you away from dazai so you two don't pour Elmer's glue into kunikidas hair :3

Gin-

Uh oh... Gin can you really handle reader-

OF COURSE YOU Can!! You can do anything hahaha... (please help I am being hold at gunshot by rea-)

Since she's really shy and all you speak for her though you jumble the words sometimes

"she asked for no pickles ya dumb yard😡🤬😈👿" *turns into a gacha life 2019 demon*

Although she can't keep up with your energy you always understand what she says in a notepad

You even stole bought her a glittered kuromi notepad for you twos personal talking!

Sometimes she sees silly doodles on the corners of the pages

Gin thinks its honestly cute

However if akutagawa founds out about your silly antics around his sister he's gonna give you a death stare

Gin haded to reasure him countless times that you won't eat her whole

I would😋😋😋

After she calmed her brother you always greeted him with "yo bro wassup >:3"

Bad idea😨

It's true your the person talking for her and all but she's gonna go full assassin mode if someone even tries to hurt you

THAT'S MY Girl!!!!! 😍🤩🥰😝 *verlaine bcs he canonically trained gin I think

Anyways you and her share a cute Lil dynamic

Sigma-

T-that gif if him before finding out you were trying to eat the casino coins

"Y/N YOU CAN NOT EAT CASINO COINS" "why :(" "It's NOT FOR EATING" "why :(" "Well you ca-" ":c" "Why the sad face...wait did I shout too loud oh my god y/N I am so sorry.. You know what fine I will take you to the casinos play ground today" ":3"

Sigma.. That face is the face of someone who always gets what they want-😦

Also he sometimes questions how and why you speak in emojis like ":3" or ":("

Teach me your ways bestay😏

But please he's so insecure don't do that to my pookie😭🙏

He sometimes question if he has met your type before.. *flashbacks of Nikolai and dazai*

He's gonna go OUT of his way to keep you away from Nikolai bro

Sigma does not want to have a Nikolai dupe as his s/o

But still he might get a bit protective like "y/N be safe" "y/N don't go there" "y/N make sure to wear kneecaps before skating in the hallways of the casi- WAIT"

"don't worry I will be fine!" famous last words

*inserts omori reference here*

He's so tired bro but anything to keep you happy...

You somehow sometimes save him from Nikolai prank

But even so he tries protecting you...afterall no one wants to lose their only home.......

A/N: hope you enjoyed it! Sigmas one was my favorite :33 anyways I think I will do hunting dogs ver. If you guys want!

Divider creds: @junkyukim on pinterest

#Atsushi #atsushi x reader #gin akutagawa #gin x reader #sigma bsd #sigma x reader #sigma male #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs #Bsd crack #Sigma x you

[guess-my-next-obsession]

i am so excited for the new chapter you don’t even know!!! everything you write is incredible and i’m so in love with your fics! 🖤

and idk about this idea and how it would play into your headcanons for breakingupslowly!joel and reader, but lately i’ve been thinking about reader being in upset for whatever reason and lowkey taking it out on joel, snapping at him when he tries to ask her why she’s in a mood, and then he just claps right back at her with the same energy, but she breaks down and starts to cry and joel feels awful. but reader apologizes right away and just tells him she’s feeling down about something and hes like “why didn’t you just tell me, darlin, yknow i’m here for ya” and then she gives into his cuddles!🥺

Breaking Up Slowly: Drabble #1

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (relationship issues, mentions of sex, brief violence, arguments, brief talk of Sarah, soft ending)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: anon, i loveeeeeeedddddd this ask!! this is gonna be set at the beginning of their relationship when they were back in Boston.

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It had been about a month since you and Joel took the leap from friends to something more, and although you were more than content with the physical aspect of your relationship, it was beginning to frustrate you how little he allowed you into his mind and heart. No matter how hard you tried to provide him with a safe place to open up, he seemed dead set against it. It was beginning to eat away at your confidence. Why didn’t he trust you?

Even without taking into account your relationship troubles, the day had been a grueling one. A trade with a group of hunters that Joel and Bill used to be a part of had gone about as south as it could go without someone dying.

You, Joel, Tess, and Bill had gathered for the meeting, the four of you now running with the smugglers rather than the violent hunters. The trade was supposed to be a relatively simple one: ammunition for med supplies. You can take a guess at who wanted what. But nothing was ever so simple in this nightmare of a world.

After a long shouting match with threats of murder and all sorts of other nasty, nasty things, one of the hunters took it upon himself to lunge at you, landing a blow across your cheek. The ring he was wearing sliced a cut onto your cheekbone, but the wound was nothing life-threatening. Regardless, Joel rectified the situation by swinging a crowbar at the man’s kneecap, shattering it and breaking his leg.

“Go!” he shouted, looking only at you. Your brows furrowed as you looked to the other two in your group, gesturing at them. “I said go.”

With a huff, you ran off back to your apartment, frustrated by his chivalrous act and protective nature when you probably should have been grateful. All you could gather from his order was that he saw you as a weak link, a liability.

He didn’t think you could hold your own out there.

Hours later, you found yourself back in your apartment, nursing the wound on your cheek while eating the pack of shitty ramen you’d picked up at the ration supply. The sound of pouring rain outside your window filled the darkened apartment as you sat on your sofa, staring blankly at the water droplets racing each other down the glass, your frustration turning to anger the longer he took to come home to you.

Not only did he not trust you with his heart and mind, he apparently didn’t even trust you to do your job. The job you’d been doing long before he ever came along. The job you’d been hard at work perfecting while he was off running with the hunters.

The door swinging open pulled your eyes from the windowpane, your stare full of irritation as his wet, muddy boots squelched along the hardwood of your apartment.

“Couldn’t wipe your feet at the door?” you snapped before shoveling some of the noodles into your mouth, turning your eyes back to the window. Joel sighed as he hung up his jacket and took his boots off, his lack of response only fueling the anger that festered inside of you.

When he walked into the kitchen, he seemed to not give a damn about your obviously upset state, his heavy hands opening and closing cabinets and drawers driving you half-mad as you sat there trying to tune him out with your jaw clenched.

“You want a beer?” His voice was just as snappy as yours when he finally spoke, causing you to whip your head around with furrowed brows and a pointed stare.

“Do I want a fucking beer?” you snapped, Joel’s deadpan forcing all of the words you’d been swallowing to surface in your throat. “What I want is for you to tell me why you don’t fucking trust me to do my job.”

Joel rolled his eyes and popped the cap on his beer, swallowing half of it in one chug. You stood up and walked to the kitchen, your shoulder hitting his as you breezes past him, tossing your food into the garbage as your appetite disappeared.

“God damn, you’re in a mood today,” he sighed and walked to the sofa. You fought the urge to throw your bowl across the room at him. “Most people would be thankful—“

“Thankful? For fucking what, Joel? For you sending me home after a little fucking punch? I’ve been shot, stabbed, and beaten, and you think a little punch is too much for me?” You stomped over at him and stood in front of him as he sat on the sofa, giving you that famous scowl of his. “You don’t fucking trust me out there, you don’t trust me in here—“

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout? If I didn’t trust you out there, why would I willingly join a team with you on it? If I didn’t trust you in here, why would I be sat here with a damn beer, my gun left back at my own damn place?” He watched you carefully as you tried to stop yourself from crying, from letting him know the real reason you felt so insulted today. “You want to enlighten me on what’s really goin’ on, darlin? Or you just gonna keep on starin’ at me in hopes I figure it out?”

“You’re—“ you stopped yourself from speaking, your tone too harsh for the vulnerability you were about to show. Taking a deep breath, you groaned at the tears that had started to spill despite your best efforts to keep them at bay. Joel sighed too, setting his beer down and standing up, his hands resting on both sides of your face, avoiding the swollen cut on your cheek.

“C’mon,” he attempted to guide you into your bedroom, the only place the two of you knew how to give yourselves over to one another, but you stopped him with a frustrated click of your tongue.

“No, Joel,” you shined in protest, nearly stomping your foot like a child. Joel looked at your with a furrowed stare, confused by your display of frustration. You gestures towards your bedroom and sighed. “You only ever want me like that. You only trust me enough to fuck me.”

“What?” He guffawed at your accusation, his hands perching on his hips.

“You don’t open up to me, you don’t talk to me, you don’t…you just want to fuck me,” you spoke in a small voice, your eyes unable to meet his as you uttered the last few words. Joel sighed, his hand raking over his face as he looked down at the floor and shook his head.

“Ain’t true.” That was all he said for a while, the two of you standing there unable to meet each other’s eyes as you tried to work out something to say that wouldn’t turn into a fight.

“I don’t know anything about you,” you finally spoke, sitting down on the sofa and letting your head fall into your hands. “I try to earn your trust, to give you the space to open up to me, but…nothing I do is good enough—“

“That ain’t it,” he snapped, sitting down beside you. “I just ain’t…an open book like that. It ain’t you, baby.”

You let out a huff, turning to look at him with softer eyes. It was hard to remain upset at him when he used that pet name, which was probably why he saved it for special occasions. Reaching over, you laid the back of your hand on his thigh, offering it up for him to hold. Joel looked down at it for a moment before intertwining his fingers with yours, lifting your knuckles to his lips to kiss them.

“I’ll try…just…be patient with me,” he whispered, turning his hazel eyes to yours. You flickered a smile and nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you sat staring out of the window. “I…had a daughter. Before all this.”

You tried not to show your shock, not wanting to come off too strong and scare him away from telling you anything in the future.

“Where is she now?” You asked and immediately regretted it. You should’ve known by now that this world was a cruel one, and Joel Miller didn’t seem the type to abandon his child. “Sorry…stupid question.”

“It’s alright,” he kissed the top of your head. “I don’t like talkin’ about it. Don’t like thinkin’ about it.”

“You don’t have to say anything more,” you assured, turning your face to kiss his clothed shoulder. “You telling me anything is a start. I just wanted to know that this was just…sex.”

“It’s more than that, baby. No matter how hard I try to fight it. You’re more than that.” He let go of your hand, repositioning himself on the sofa so that he was laying on his back, guiding you to lay on top of him. You nuzzled into his chest and hummed at his warmth beneath you, the two of you having yet to have such a tender moment like this without sex being involved. “I trust ya. In every aspect. Alright?”

You nodded, nearing sleep. “Good. I trust you too.”

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[101flavoursofweird]

Eh?!

From what I can remember, we’ve never had a main character in the series who was just straight up bad at solving puzzles. All the main characters with ‘correct’ animations obviously can solve puzzles, as the player solves puzzles. But what about the players who had to look up a lot of the answers to puzzles? Like me

I’d like to volunteer Marina Triton as tribute for this role as a character who is bad at solving puzzles.

Marina doesn’t necessarily dislike puzzles. Having married Luke, who loves puzzle as much as his mentor, you’d think she’d be used to him pointing out puzzles and solving them. Marina just… doesn’t seem to be very good at finding hidden puzzles or solving them on her own.

She didn’t realise that the three accessories on her handbag, linked to Luke’s previous adventures with Layton, were (presumably) given to her by Luke so that Layton would trust her. This seems odd, since Marina has seen the photos in Luke’s study and she mentions how Luke was always bragging about his adventures with Layton. As Luke’s wife, you would think Marina would be privy to some of the details of those adventures. I guess maybe Luke could have skipped over Subject 3, since he threatened to rearrange Luke’s kneecaps… and Flora’s red ribbon is quite nondescript… but the legendary Molentary Express? Did Marina not make the connection between the train charm and the photo of the train?

…I like to think she did make the connection (because it’s cute imagining Luke geeking out to her about his adventures), but she was confused about why Luke had given her these accessories. She wondered if it was part of a puzzle Luke had left her, but she wasn’t confident in solving it on her own. So, she just dismissed it as a cute quirky present from Luke and acted all shocked in front of Layton. “Eh? These things? You mean my puzzle-obsessed husband gave me a puzzle as a birthday present?”

More obviously… Marina also didn’t notice the clues Luke had left in his study that would lead to his location after he was captured; the clock, the giant crack in the ceiling and the rug on the floor that was actually a map. Marina herself admits she looked everywhere in the study, but she couldn’t find any clues until Layton came along and solved the puzzle.

But Layton waltzes in and, within minutes, he solves the puzzle. The satisfied Professor does give Marina a couple of hints (“Up and down!”), but Marina continues to ask questions, until Layton explains the answer. He then proceeds to climb into Luke’s attic and let in some light through a window, which reveals Luke’s whereabouts on the map— the British museum. (As much as we harp on at LMJ for the subpar puzzles, I do actually think this would have been a fun puzzle to investigate in a game!) Marina barely does anything to help with solving this puzzle. Even Rosa reads the time on the clock, while Marina just watches.

Our trio heads to the museum, where they are greeted by a disguised Don Paolo, who invites them to his office. Layton pokes around the office, before deducing that Luke was in the office earlier and he left a message for Layton. Marina is shocked. (“Another message?”) Don Paolo claims Layton is spouting nonsense. Rosa looks kind of stoned here.

Layton gestures to the bookshelf and says Luke left the message for him. Marina wonders, “Could it be one of those where you read the labels from the books to make a message?” (The way she vaguely says “one of those’, rather than calling it a puzzle, makes it sound as though she isn’t very familiar with them.) Layton confirms she is right and says she has a nice eye for this. He then informs her there is a hint in the room explaining how to read the books’ labels. Marina muses, “That means there should be some kind of numbers somewhere…” and we get this cool POV shot of Marina looking around the office, with Layton prompting her to look for anything unnatural. Marina noticed the chandelier and how the number of jewels it has corresponds with the books on the shelf.

I think if we were playing the Relic plotline within a game, Marina could have solved the puzzle in that moment, or we could have had a moment like in the prequel games, where Layton offers multiple choice questions in a scenario. (Eg, building the catapult with the Black Ravens’ help).

Marina does get captured by the organisation at the cathedral and her life is used as leverage to make Layton and Luke surrender…

But eleven years later, by the time Kat and Co make it to the cathedral, Marina has infiltrated the organisation and investigated the Relics. She’s able to work freely after Kat and Co apprehend the priests. Kat asks if Marina can save her father and Luke. Marina replies that she has obtained some information on the Relics from within the organisation. She is able to free Layton and Luke from their cryogenic coffins. Without her, they would have remained frozen for even longer.

Marina went from struggling to solve puzzles to figuring out how to control technology from an ancient civilisation. She’s not a puzzle master like Layton. She’s not confident and quick-witted like Luke. She’s not a fighter like Emmy. But she was patient and persevered, studying her former captors and the technology they used. She listened and looked closely, just as Layton told her.

(Reminder that Jean Descole couldn’t work out the songs of Ambrosia until Layton pointed them out, and that Leon Bronev— top archaeologist and leader of Targent— didn’t even realise that the Azran Legacy was a very obvious doomsday device until it was too late.)

#professor layton #marina triton #lmj #character analysis #Marina is actually ME #She’s the player who reads all of Layton’s hints and has to keep coming back to puzzles #Until you give in and just look up the answer #Lmj anime #You can make your own posts explaining Descole and Bronev’s reasons for not figuring the Azran tech out - please do #I know that both have 110% more depth than any character in the anime

[minimoefoe]

I hate how 13's beautiful last words & regen are essentially ruined by Tennant returning. it would have been wonderful to either have Gatwa be 14 or just not show who she regens into and the new series jumps right in to Gatwa on his adventures. instead Whittaker's goodbye is totally kneecapped by the show immediately being like 'don't worry the silly woman is gone and the real Doctor is back!! (& sticking around in case the fans are as racist as they are misogynist)'. Guts me.

I have mixed feelings on it tbh. I think my main issue with 13 regenerating into DT is that the explanation we got wasn't really worth it? idk

13's last words had vibes of her being excited for the future and who shes about to become and I think that excitement could defo extend to being happy about the return of a prev face so I guess her becoming DT doesn't fully undermine those words imo but I do think the explanation for why the face came back needed to be good in order to make up for the fact that yeah the first female doctor, who gets a lot of hate, regenerating into the fan fave from a decade ago is a bit of a crazy image

I think the 60th and xmas special mentioning stuff from 13's era kinda made me worry a lot less about how 13 regenerating into DT looks bc its like okay, I have some issues for sure but rtd isn't erasing 13's era and the ppl who are using that regen to say whatever weird shit they can think of can just cry harder at every 13 era reference idrc

anyways. while I think the words could extend to being happy about a face returning, I do think the first thing that comes to mind when I hear her last words is looking to something NEW rather than an old face. so for her to end up getting an old face, it does feel like something has gone wrong with the regen. so the explanation being 'well the doctor was tired so this old face came back' is like.. what? it's just SO poor

no matter how cute I think 14 having his own little house and setting down the noble family is, I still also think that explanation for why his face came back is just weak. like, it shoulda been so much more grand than that idk.

the toymaker coulda had something to do with it or, idk how i woulda felt about it, but they even coulda not explained it at all tbh, just say, 'well this happens every now and then', bc we all know that the reason DT came back is bc of the 60th, so if RTD couldn't think of a good in-universe reason to justify it (which imo he couldn't), then maybe just not explaining it woulda been better?? idk, bc maybe we don't need some big reason. and maybe I would take no reason over a reason that feels like it was thought about for five seconds

I'm past caring that dt is 14 like it's whatever and I did really like him but I think the explanation should have been way better (or even not have been dwelled on at all) and I feel the same about things like Donna getting her memories back and bigeneration. a lot of stuff in the 60th just wasn't explained well AT ALL and it's kinda embarrassing. like rtd has literally said bigeneration is something he has thought of for years and I'm like that's crazy bc it feels so half baked

#doctor who #*dwask

[anecdotal-acorn]

For me it's the way that before I started watching Who a couple months ago I went on the tag to see if it was good (don't ask me how this logic works lol) and was bitchslapped with a million posts going "don't skip Nine's season or I will sneak into your house in the middle of the night and break everything in it including your kneecaps" and was like woooah wtf I just came here from Good Omens 'cause David Tennant's hot, and now having watched Series 1 I would urge any newb not to skip Nine

#not violently though #doctor who #ninth doctor #acorn watches things #acorn watches doctor who #idk if i like that tag #we'll see

[untaemedqueen]

The Deal

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love, Gunshot Wounds

Warnings For This Chapter: Shorter Chapter, Fluffy

Your nails have never been so fractured and ripped, all the polish has been peeled off and the skin around your nail beds has been bitten clean.

"Calm down," Jin whispers soothingly in your ear.

All you can do is turn your head to him and narrow your eyes.

The courthouse is immaculate before your eyes and you roll the passenger side window down to get a better look at it.

The hearing this morning is private and it's so strange to know that Yoongi is just yards away behind closed doors.

"Repeat what you said," you order Taehyung.

He lifts his head from his phone, running his fingers over the tattoos over his kneecaps. "Younghan said that the court will have nothing to go on, since they lost the case folder for so long it's illegal as fuck and they'll have to drop the charges on hyung."

You hum in agreement, entering your finger into your mouth to rip whatever is left of your nail off.

Namjoon wraps his large hand around your wrist, tugging slowly and steady even when you fight against his grip. "Stop."

It's only been a few days since Taehyung came home but since you sent him into the penitentiary everything has been snowballing in the right direction.

Now with the case file finally in Younghan's hands, everything can get back to normal.

"Here, noona." Jeongguk breathes, passing you a granola bar and water.

You aren't hungry.

You're never hungry anymore.

With a simple thank you, you continue to stare ahead at the courthouse.

Jin's phone begins to ring loud and clear throughout the van, practically screaming for you to pay attention to it.

He picks up without hesitation and you can hear muffled words seeping through the silent vehicle.

"Y/N."

You tilt your head to him, coursing your fingers through your hair.

"Hyunwoo has gone AWOL, one of the young tigers thinks someone from the family in jail gave the Snakes a heads up."

You snort softly, shaking your head at the unbelievable news.

"If he thinks he can hide… he's mistaken. Once Yoongi finds out about it, he's dead on arrival."

Your brother snorts softly, leaning over the middle console to rub your belly and you knock his hand away with a sneer.

He holds his hands up innocently, clearing his throat and turning his attention to the court house.

Yoongi pulls at his prison jumpsuit, staring down at his given slippers.

Younghan sits down beside him, fixing his suit.

The drug lord looks around the empty courtroom and sighs softly.

"This better work Younghan," your boyfriend hisses under his breath.

His lawyer nods, pulling his briefcase up onto the table. "You pay me millions of dollars, of course this is going to work."

Yoongi's knee begins to bounce nonstop. He can only think of you, think of his unborn baby girl and getting home.

"Oh come on, they're really fucking me here," he whispers under his breath, watching the courts people walk slowly into the room.

He breathes a slight sigh of relief when he sees the judge.

Judge Kwon has been around since he was a teenager and although he hasn't been arrested in years, he can still remember all the times this judge took pity on him. Hopefully, he's the same.

Without even picking up the case file, the judge immediately narrows his eyes.

"Min Yoongi, right?"

The voice is stern and unwavering, making Yoongi a bit cautious to even reply. He doesn't sound the same.

"Hello, Judge Kwon."

With the shake of his head, he picks up the case file. "I thought I told you years ago that if I was to see you again, I'd lock you up for disturbing my peace."

"Yes, Sir. You did. But it's been a long time since I've been in cuffs like this."

The judge hums in agreement, looking over the drug lord with unsure eyes.

Yoongi doesn't dare break eye contact, making sure to show Kwon how much he's matured since the last time he was in a gray jumpsuit.

And somewhere along the way, the judge looked away first and began to converse with Younghan and begin the trial but Yoongi couldn't seem to hear anything but a low murmur. He found himself drifting within his thoughts towards you.

How big is your belly now?

How healthy do you look?

How worried must you be…

Just the fact that you're sitting yards away outside of the courthouse sends shivers up and down his spine like some kind of voodoo magic.

God, how he's missed you.

He's been waiting months to finally hold you in his arms again.

He looks down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs around one another.

Taehyung told him tales while they shared a cell and you were nothing like how he left you. He fucked you up and it's so completely unfair to you.

The drug lord looks up when the judge calls his name.

"Yoongi, if the case file was missing for so long, why didn't you say anything?" Kwon inquires.

Your boyfriend shrugs. "'Cause I knew it would work out. And if I told the prison guards… would they have believed me?"

Kwon nods, turning his attention back to Younghan and letting Yoongi's mind float adrift once more.

He doesn't know how everyone is going to take the disbandment of the drug business… but it's going to happen. He's not bringing a little girl into this world and having her in danger all the time.

He needs to be responsible.

He needs to-

"Min Yoongi, you're free to go."

His head raises and the smile that spreads onto his face is almost blinding.

It's a relief to not have to get back on the bus and head back to the penitentiary. And it's an even bigger relief that he'll be able to be back with you.

Yoongi stands up without another word, bowing to the judge and clapping Younghan roughly on the back with his hand as praise for a job well done.

The drug lord doesn't care that he's in a flimsy gray jumpsuit, he only wants to get out of the courthouse to see you but he decides that it'd be best to change. He doesn't want you to worry anymore, so he accepts his items from Banchae with a wink.

"Come on," you whine for the fiftieth time, putting your head back to the headrest.

When Younghan emerges from the courthouse without Yoongi, your heart stops.

A sob you didn't know was sitting high in your chest emits from you and it's so broken and so powerful that it makes all the others bow their heads.

"No," you cry sorrowfully, burying your face in your hands.

Your brother takes a sharp breath between his teeth, exiting the van to open your door and coddle you to his body.

"It's gonna be okay, noona," he promises.

"You fucking promised!" Taehyung screams, barreling towards Younghan with his hand wrapped around the gun in his belt.

The lawyer puts up his hands with shock written all over his face.

You feel like you can't even breathe, you can't even think, you can only mourn your life away in this exact moment.

Until you hear him.

"Hey! Relax!"

Your head springs up and another sob echoes through you like a harsh wave.

The sun is bright and beaming down on your handsomely dressed boyfriend. His hair is messy and unkempt but his features are breathtaking.

The past four months has left you so dead inside that the sudden push of life through your veins makes you feel nauseous and heavy.

Yoongi narrows his eyes at Taehyung but when he turns his attention to you, he melts at the sight.

"Baby doll," he breathes softly, taking off into a run to get to you faster.

When he embraces you, the way you cling to his body makes his eyes squeeze shut.

"Y-Yoongi," you gasp, coursing your fingers through his long black hair.

"Oh my baby," he cries softly, burying his face into your neck.

The drug lord's hands skim down your back until they itch towards your stomach.

You don't want him to pull away but when he does, the love that's etched onto his features makes your heart effectively stop beating within your chest.

"Look at you," he scoffs, getting to his knees in broad daylight for all to see.

All the family turns their attention away to give you all privacy and it's really just you and him in this moment alone.

You feel guilty now, you know your motherly affection for your bump has been lackluster at best.

"You're too skinny," Yoongi reprimands softly, pressing his forehead to your distended stomach.

"I'm sorry," you whisper childishly, still coursing your fingers through his locks.

"Hi, baby girl. Daddy's home." Yoongi chirps.

He can feel his throat burning and his eyes stinging and he doesn't care how he looks at this moment.

"I missed you," you sob softly.

When he looks up at you with soft mocha eyes, your heart begins to bleed again.

"I missed you, too, baby. More than anything," he whispers, drifting a hand over your bump.

When he stands up tall, casting a shadow over you that covers you in the most comfortable shroud, you smile for the first time in months.

His tattooed hand cups the back of your neck and he pulls you slowly toward him until his lips press to yours.

He's rough and unforgiving, showing you how passionate he is and how much he's missed you during his time away.

It makes your lips tingle and your limbs drunken with adoration.

He pulls away, only to hold you against his chest. You can feel how fast and hard his heart is beating and suddenly you want to forget about the months gone by without him.

"Let's go home, hmm?" he whispers in your ear, running a comforting hand over your back.

You nod childishly, breathing in his scent that is solely his and purely heart pounding.

Yoongi knows that after the excitement of being home is gone… There's going to be a lot of work to be done.

But thankfully that's not today.

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6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

6. I for sure have a couple of old favorites that I periodically come and revisit.

I Want Something So Impure by silentfrenzy is a classic in my mind. It's got loads of Jonsa angst, and was especially something I read a lot after s8 came and kneecapped me, personally. It's a one shot, and is actually a songfic, though I forget that all the time, and is mainly an extremely cathartic fight between Jon and Sansa, showverse

 strike hard and true, crow (or i'll come back and haunt you) by Hatice is another dark Jonsa that I used to read all the time. Dark, angsty Jonsa was my absolute fav back in the day (still is, really). Really goes hard into implications of resurrection based on book canon, and I enjoy that immensely.

Of Ribbons and Barbarians by SainTalia is, unsurprisingly, another Jonsa fic, but this time set in an amazingly imagined AU where the Targaryens never came to Westeros. This is the kind of fic writing that I aspire to.

and to prove I do read fic other than Jonsa, there's also we get dark, only to shine by Elizabeth (aghraine), which is a LucreziaCesare fic, which mixes the showtime Borgias with the actual history

there are a couple others that I personally have on my laptop, but have been deleted from ao3 😩 Rip "your mess is mine" you will always be famous.

7. At the moment, I really only have one major fic idea that I've been working on and off for ages. I've resolved not to publish it until its finished, which may be a long time, lol. A couple of years ago, there was a Jonsa week prompt set that used one of the Seven for each day. I ended up writing a short one for the Smith, and then shelved it because I wasn't happy with it. I ended up reopening it last year, and trying to write a multi part series with each chapter being themed after one of the gods. The main thing that inspired me to reopen it was, uh, some chats about Sansa bathing in the godswood a la Jonquil and how that fits the Maiden theme, hahaha. I have a couple of other Jonsa ideas that I periodically work on but I doubt will ever be posted. Oh, and there is a Maris/Aemond fic that lurks in the back of my ASOIAF fanfic folder. It predates "a poison tree", but I got sidetracked with that project, lol.

13. I actually plan a lot before I write. I do a ton of outlining and spitballing before I ever end up typing anything, and I also don't write chronologically. It's one of the reasons why I struggle to put out chapters regularly, because I am rarely writing in order, and am usually writing way out in the future, before circling back. I actually have more plans for my inactive published fics, but I haven't written the connecting pieces to what's already has bee published, lol. But I do spend a ton of time just thinking about what I want to write and where I'm planning to go. Which then gets frustrating when I end up scrapping a lot, lol.

#branwen answers #I actually have a LOT of unposted Jonsa fic that lives on my hard drive #a poison tree is kinda an outlier lol #I also have a twilight rewrite that I can't show you because too many of my irl friends know about so

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Rio for the character meme! I care her so much

RIOOO I CARE HER TOO

First impression: when I played her DL event I was like "aww Shark has a little sister!! I love that she uses an ice themed deck...." rly enjoyed her from the moment I saw her.

Impression now: GOD. RIO KASTLE. I LOVE HER TO BITS. AND ZEXAL HATES HER HAVING NARRATIVE AGENCY SO FUCKING BADLY this poor girl literally spends like 2/3s of the series fridged!! she's in the hospital like 4 times!!! when she duels she kicks absolute ASS and shes a fucking ALIEN DEMON with a GORGEOUS COLOR PALETTE and then whenever she does something zexal is like "ok well thats enough of that *kneecaps her*" IT'S SO SAD. LOVE ZEXAL TO BITS BUT THE YUGIOH WOMAN WRITING JUMPED OUT SO BAD.

Favorite moment: Technically it is a Marin/Merag Moment but that moment where she is just wailing on Vector's ass in their duel just rocks like absolute hell. Zexal art style looking just absolutely raw as hell the whole time. Absolute SEA MONSTER

and then she fucking loses and dies of course but. in that moment before. she whipped like absolute hell. As for a Specifically Rio Moment I do really like when she's properly introduced to the group and is just immediately kicking ass at every sport on campus. she's a JOCK!!!!

Idea for a story: HMM HMmm hmmm..... something more introspective with her...Zexal spends so much time focusing on Shark's Species Identity Crisis, but I wanna know how Rio was feeling about in her own right too. Cuz that's like...a Pretty big shakeup to get hit with, and she's even younger than Shark is. How is she coping with memories that simultaneously are hers and aren't hers. zexal tell me. tell me about rio. PLEASE.

Unpopular opinion: what are the unpopular rio opinions!! ummm hmm well i guess. if you're making Sexy Booby Art of her. i kind of want to attack you like a wild dog. that is is a MIDDLE SCHOOLER!!!!! also again it just sucks that in the grand scheme of the show she did Not get nearly enough screentime but that's barely an opinion that's just What the Text Came Like.

Favorite relationship: you know I gotta be stanning my YUGIOH SIBLINGS!! I do adore Rio and Shark's dynamic, they've really only had each other for so long in so many lifetimes and it's like... waahhh ;__; I do also like the like...multiple little moments of her hanging out with Dumon during the back half Barian-Earth Catastrophe.... you must understand they are both lesbians to me. Dyke vibing. (also when DL had Quattro apologize to Rio for everything during her event...oh my godddd reflecting on that one after meeting her in show properly got me SOOOO SOFT. I THINK THEY COULD BE FRIENDS.)

Favorite headcanon: THIS GIRL IS A JOCK!!! another member of the proud Yugioh Ice-Associated Lesbian Jocks (along with Alexis.) Also I feel liek she definitely has...some sort of implacable fear about deep water and pits where you can't see the bottom. Looking at them makes her a little queasy, a little anxious. Also borrowing this one from my pal but BURN SCARS!! i think she should have them...this poor girl got literally SET ON FIRE.

#THANK YOU I NEED TO DRAW RIO MORE answering this made me realize just how much i like her... #zexal spoilers also. just for the. Well You Know #ygo posting #asks #anonymous

[veebs-hates-video-games]

I keep threatening to say something about Xenoblade Chronicles 3, but it keeps not happening. I either can't figure out what I want to write or am unable to actually write it, like I'll have an idea and then sit up, but that'll make my head get weird and make me give up on it for the rest of the day. Again.

I think I finally figured out what I want to talk about though, and if I can make it through 265 hours of the game itself (plus another 35 on Future Redeemed, the standalone DLC story) I can probably handle writing a single post about it, even if it takes me a few tries across several months and turns into kind of a retrospective on the entire series.

As a brief intro for context, in the summer of 2022 when the game came out my health had reached a new low point, even compared to the already not great lows it's been at other times in my life, and XC3 is honestly probably one of the reasons I'm still here now. And I don't just mean on Tumblr.

Ok, maybe that's a little too brief. I have a weird and wacky combination of physical/psych/neuro things that have been going on for years, but up until 2020 they were only partially disabling and left me moderately functional and still fairly happy, and they seemed to be improving for a change. Since that summer they've all been gradually going downhill though, and I've at least for the time being ended up basically completely disabled and unable to do a lot of basic things in my life, and I haven't been having a great time with it.

It doesn't help that I've gotten the absolute bare minimum support for a lot of it (or sometimes even less than that) because most of my doctors retired or moved or changed jobs in the past couple years, and along with it taking forever to get set up with new ones a lot of the new ones have been extremely reluctant to actually address any of my needs. It's super cool to not only get next to zero help with any of the new problems that came up but also not be able to get prescriptions for any of my psych meds and be effectively forcibly detransitioned. That's starting to slowly turn around now, but only barely.

Anyway, by the beginning of the summer of 2022 I was at the point where I was having periods where I was having trouble forming coherent sentences some of the time, and while my brain generating gibberish like "aspirational truth-pissing" or "post-kneecap society" is very funny (to me at least), it's not super useful. I'd become pretty isolated, a lot of friendships and relationships had become pretty distant for various reasons, and I'd had to move back in with the one person who actually abused me (which is pretty far in the past but still pretty uncomfortable).

Basically my life had next to nothing going for it at that point, not much was showing any signs of improving, and it was pretty hard to find anything to look forward to.

(ok so maybe that ended up being not so brief because I don't talk about all that stuff much and apparently I have a lot of feelings about it)

Good news, though! There's a new game coming out in my favorite series!

I have a long and complicated relationship with the Xeno games. I first played Xenogears before Xenosaga was even out, but I never finished it because some of the jankiness frustrated me (and I'm replaying it now and those things about it have aged really poorly, but it's still plenty interesting otherwise). And then I never really played Xenosaga myself (although it's probably next in line after I eventually finish Xenogears) because I never had a PS2, but I had friends who were super into it that I absorbed everything from.

And then by the time the first Xenoblade came out my Wii had already died. A couple years later I had a computer that could emulate it though, so I played it in Dolphin with the HD texture mod...until about halfway through the game, when my CPU caught on fire. A friend gave me a free replacement, but it was slower and didn't run stuff like that nearly as well, so I held off on finishing it until 2020 when I finally could afford new computer stuff (mostly because I had to spend some of my SSI backpay because you're only allowed to have at most $2000 in your bank account at any given time because this country hates disabled people).

And of course it was great.

And then I grabbed the Switch version so I could play Future Connected, which was also great, and then quickly moved on to Xenoblade Chronicles 2 after that...and then stopped playing that one for several months because Tora really grated on me. I think "blushy-crushy" is the point I gave up at. Thankfully I went back to it a bit later, because aside from that and some of the overly horny character designs it's pretty great overall, and Torna completely recontextualizes so much stuff and makes the base game even better.

I even played some of X, and I would've finished it too if my save hadn't gotten corrupted. Maybe some day I'll figure out how to use a memory editor or something to fix it, because it seems almost fine, and I don't really want to replay 70 hours of it...

So I was understandably pretty excited by the surprise announcement in early 2022 of the third game and then its release date getting pushed up even sooner, and even though my life had imploded further by that summer, some of that feeling carried through.

And you know what? Xenoblade Chronicles 3: also great. I know, big surprise. It looks great and the music's great and the actual gameplay is great (and much better explained than in the previous game), and all of that is great and has already been said by a million other people.

And they've also all had plenty to say about how the characters and their interactions and development are great, generally handled even better than in any of the previous games, and how the side quests are mostly great and actually advance character growth and world building, unlike a lot of them in the first game.

And then also lots of people have had lots to say about their mixed feelings about the story itself and its ending, which some people didn't like for what it didn't answer but which I personally did for the things it did focus on and the general vibes, and then there's been plenty of wild speculation on the implications of Future Redeemed too.

But it wasn't until I finished Future Redeemed and sat on it for a while that I think I figured out what I have to say.

I think what hit me the most about it is the way it expands on the base game and rest of the series, not in the literal narrative way that I've seen most people talking about (although that's definitely fun too) but more in terms of how it made me think about the third game and the series as a whole thematically.

By giving more context and more info about the motivations for the different sides of the conflict (and also introducing another side) it got me thinking about how the entire series can be looked at as how we (or anyone) approach the future, and it doesn't really frame any of the possible ways of doing that as inherently correct and unquestionable.

The central conflicts of each of the games are all about who gets to decide what the future will be and which people and ideas from the past/present should be brought into that future. The settings and situations they find themselves having to make those decisions in are also all the result of previous people's decisions and what was inherited from the past.

Is the future predetermined, or do/should people have free will to make their own choices? Should those choices be individual or collective or by a single central entity? If the outcomes of those decisions turn out to be flawed should they keep pursuing it and stick to the original vision or should it be replaced by something else? If there's been so much pain and suffering and loss in the past, is a future even desirable? Which existing things should be preserved, or should we just start over entirely?

And generally there's more than one answer presented for each of those questions, and often there's even more than one different way of approaching the same answer shown, e.g. you can have no future by preserving the present indefinitely so nothing changes and nothing is lost, or you can just delete fucking everything.

Even answers to those questions that are implicitly endorsed in one game by being associated with the protagonists of its story may turn out later to have more nuance to them. Ok, predestination and fate suck and we should all have free will to make our own choices. But now what if people use that free will to choose things based on fear and anxiety that ultimately restrict other people's free will and choices?

There's no simple answer, no one correct solution, and it takes continued hard work to push the world forward towards a better place. Even when people don't know or even can't know what led the world to the state it's in and all they know is that the way it is is cruel and unfair, they have the ability to come to their own conclusions about the answers of those questions and can work together with like-minded people they find to try to change the world to make it more like what they envision.

And that's real and how things work in reality too. We inherited the world in the state it's in from the people before us, who made their own decisions about those things. Sometimes it was genuinely what they thought would be best for everyone, sometimes it was lashing out because they'd been hurt, sometimes it was someone who didn't care about anyone but themself. But no matter what the reasons, it ultimately is the way it is, and we have to take that and do with it what we will.

Only we, the people who are here right now, can decide what the future will be. Only we can use the power of friendship to kill god. Or heck, you spend half the game in XC3 literally building mutual aid networks. That seems like a pretty reasonable place to start.

#xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles #xenoblade chronicles 3 #sort of

[go-to-the-mirror]

for the bad things happen bingo-

verbal abuse or neglect/abandonment for mcyt? (specifically bdubs it strikes your fancy, but do whatever you would like!!)

[ID: A bad things happen bingo card. From left to right, top to bottom, the squares are: Never Got to Say Goodbye, Cabin Fever, Thrown Down the Stairs, Fingore, Victim Blaming, Caught in a Storm, Secret Caretaking, Isolation, Painful Wound-Cleaning, Tourniquet, Precarious Ledge, Blackmail, Suffocation, Raspy Breathing, Neglect/Abandonment, Knocked Out, Toxic Gas, Tricked/Scammed, Verbal Abuse, Missing and Presumed Dead, Locked in a Cage, Trapped in a Burning Building, Falling Through the Ice, Blindfolded, Kneecapping. "Neglect/Abandonment" is striked through. /End ID]

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: Gen

Fandom: Life SMP Series

Relationship: Bdoubleo100 & GoodTimesWithScar

Characters: BdoubleO100, GoodTimesWithScar, Grian

Additional Tags: POV BdoubleO100, BdoubleO100-centric, 3rd Life SMP Finale, Bad Things Happen Bingo

Language: English

Words: 511

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Scar and Bdubs walk through the woods, Bdubs hopes they'll be the last ones alive. Scar... that's another story.

Walking through the woods with Scar is... companionable. It brings to mind days spent walking through the shopping district, Scar talking with wild hand gestures, enabled by the motorised wheelchair Doc built for him. Now he rolls through the grass. Bdubs has no idea how he gets around, somehow jumping and traversing dangerous terrain as well as the abled participants did. Maybe whoever came up with this place didn’t want Scar to be at a disadvantage. Say what you want about death games, but at least they aren’t ableist.

“We’re the last two,” Bdubs says, bumping against Scar’s wheelchair.

Scar looks up at him – though there isn’t much of a difference in their height, loath as Bdubs is to admit it – and smiles.

“Yeah,” he says, beaming in that way only Scar can. He’s like a cat in a sunbeam. “Well, Grian’s still alive, so we’re gonna have to deal with that–”

“We’ll deal with that later,” Bdubs says, coming to a stop on a cliff above a pond. “And just be together before Grian comes back.”

“Ok,” Scar says, kicking his legs a bit as Bdubs sits down, legs dangling off the cliff. “So... how was the Crastle?”

“The Crastle was good,” Bdubs snaps, before he can stop himself. “I mean, the Crastle was good, Cleo was good, teaming with you was good.”

“I’m glad you thought it was good,” Scar says. “I mean, after what you did with Pizza, I doubt anything could make me forgive you, but I’m glad you think it was good.”

Scar says it over the top, like it’s one of his jokes. Bdubs laughs and leans against Scar’s wheelchair. Scar’s hand comes to rest on Bdubs’ head.

“Scar,” Bdubs begins. “Are you scratching my hair?”

Scar laughs. “Yeah, and?”

“Nothing, I was just confused.”

Scar hums in a agreement, and they sit there, together, for a time.

It starts with a rustle of the leaves, some movement of disturbed birds. Bdubs is on high alert, climbing back to his feet with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Scar turns his wheelchair around, but is more focused on his communicator, frantically typing a message than he sends right as Grian, bloodied, and red, with claws and vulture wings, but the eyes of a predator leaps through the trees and hits Scar of the cliff into the water below, with his gleaming sword and a cry of “Traitor!”

Bdubs quickly follows suit, falling backwards into the water, on alert to fight against Grian, but not expecting Scar to slash at him with a sword strike of his own. Bdubs topples back into the water, giving Scar the opportunity to get in another good hit. He’s barely aware of what he’s saying, trying desperately to preserve his life.

Scar gets one last hit on him, and then Grian is in the water too, and Scar’s sword is down, left abandoned in the water and Grian holds the sword to his neck, and Bdubs is collapsed in the water, bleeding out slowly.

Alone, even in death.

#life smp #mcyt #bdoubleo100 #bdoubleo100 fanfic #landscaping your words #bad things happen bingo

[ac-liveblogs]

BNHA "I'm Almost There!" Catchup

I'm allllmost up to date on My Hero Academia (Bakugou just died) and it's... hmm.

(I decided to catch up once it started trending every other week due to Certain Plot Developments, watching the anime before switching into the manga.)

This is an... interesting series to think about.

BNHA spent a lot of time being a mid-to-okay series that didn't really dip in quality, but had a hard time excelling after the sports festival. It got to a really bad point where the most exciting thing happening was the Hawks/Endeavour storyline and it was struggling to keep Deku (let alone anyone else) relevant to the narrative (burdens of being chained to a high school).

None of the League of Villains were particularly fun or memorable characters for the longest time. It was really hard to care or get invested in them outside of the potential of what Dabi's arc might bring. I was pretty surprised when Shigaraki kept popping up. But while the series wasn't particularly... exciting, it became a real slog in seasons 3 to 5. It was meticulously setting up a lot of plot threads to all pay off later, but that didn't make watching them get laid out very fun.

The end of season 5 really changed things though. The LoV's picked a fight with the Meta Liberation Army and like, suddenly, Shigaraki, Toga and especially Twice were interesting characters. Man, I cannot believe it took 5 whole seasons for me to like Shigaraki. I should have always liked Shigaraki. He just... abruptly decided to start being cool at the end of season 5. And then AFO decided to be the main villain again. Screw this guy.

Season 6 was really good. All the plot threads that got laid out suddenly started paying off. Didn't especially matter that there was a lot more focus on the pros, because I'd never gotten super attached to Class 1-A anyway. I'm particularly impressed with the way Bakugou and Deku's arc has started paying off; there's a lot of very intentional symbolism and parallels in play with them that I expect will continue to stack up over time.

BNHA is a very meticulously planned series - unlike something like One Piece, where I'm pretty sure Oda just leaves himself loose plot threads that he can choose to pick up later if he wants - but. Hmm. I kinda feel that for as well as the plot is planned out, the characters end up missing out in exchange.

Deku & Shigaraki are foiled as All Might/OFA and AFO's successors respectively, both learning to be the ultimate "hero" and "villain" over the course of the story. Because of that, Shigaraki largely failed to have a strong impact on the story until right before the final handful of arcs. This is also why it's kind of disappointing that AFO refuses to properly leave the story and let Shigaraki take center stage - choosing to focus on OFA vs AFO rather than Deku and Shigaraki as the "next generation" severely kneecapped Deku's Main Antagonist and any dynamic he might have with him.

While I think Bakugou and Deku's relationship has been developed quite nicely, Bakugou never... actually got any fights that make me think he kept pace with Deku prior to the War Arc. Or is even as Hot Shit as he's supposed to be. Because Shigaraki/AFO seem to be a shared nemesis for them and Bakugou's storyline is mostly internal growth, he never got anything equivalent to Deku's fights with Stain, Overhaul or Chisaki. Part of Bakugou's arc is accepting he wants to catch up with Deku but man, my guy needed to achieve a little more before that becomes believable. I mean, there were the movies, but. Come on. (todoroki and uraraka have the same issues)

While Deku inheriting the powers of the previous users makes thematic sense when paralleled against AFO if you consider Deku the culmination of their ongoing war against him, that aspect of his power came out so late in the game that it feels unwarranted and unearned. It's also disappointing, given that "being creative with what you have" is part of what made the limitations quirks have interesting, and Deku as a protagonist seemed explicitly designed to do exactly that.

Class 1A is so underutilised that the idea of them being the Next Generation of heroes feels like a bad joke. MHA takes them being kids in training pretty seriously... until it's time for the war and suddenly Deku, Bakugou and Todoroki are incredibly strong combatants capable of keeping pace with OP terrorists. Tokoyami as Hawks' mentee is cute, but Tokoyami is never as relevant as Hawks is, and he certainly isn't keeping pace with The Important 1A Students. Also, Kirishima... yeah. Despite being billed pretty strongly, I think he's Done now, which, narratively, is pretty uneven.

It doesn't really feel like Todoroki Shouto matters. He's the springboard for the Endeavour and Dabi storyline, but as soon as MHA shifts gears to focus on that it never really stops - so now it feels weird Endeavour isn't the one fighting Dabi and the Final Conclusion of the Todoroki storyline feels like a fight between strangers. I like Endeavour and find him very interesting, but him becoming a sympathetic character removed him as Todoroki's personal antagonist and Todoroki just... never recovered from that.

Despite Shouto feeling like he doesn't matter, only the storyline he's connected to, he's completely superseded Uraraka in terms of screentime. There's been a lot of opportunities to include Uraraka that have been ignored since the Sports Festival, so the idea that Toga is her Personal Nemesis She's Going To Beat In A Fight is a bit... lol, especially given how much of that revolves around Deku. I was grateful to see them gain an extra dimension to their relationship right up until the fight between them actually started. It really does not help that the Deku/Uraraka storyline always plays, like, third fiddle to Deku+Bakugou in major and Deku+Todoroki in minor.

...etc., etc. MHA has a pretty tightly planned story, but since every arc leads directly into the planned finale and allowances haven't been made to make much use of the. uh. hero academia students, i ended up in the weird position of enjoying the war arc but not really caring about most of the pieces at play in it. Maybe if MHA had had more disconnected arcs against random enemies that didn't really go anywhere but allowed the characters time to grow and level up it wouldn't feel like the final arc arrived before the principal cast was ready to be in it. Most of them not really being very combat oriented doesn't help. I understand this is all meant to be a "trial by fire" early initiation, but the gap is still hilariously large.

Anyway, Bakugou is dead, and I'm aware that he'll Be Back Soonish, so I'll be curious to see how any of this sticks the landing. I get the horrible feeling Horikoshi will be forced to construct relationships between designated hero/villain pairs during the final climactic showdowns which... sigh.

Also, I don't like most of BNHA's OP/EDs, but the background OST is so damn good. It's really really good. Seriously

#my hero academia

[arkhamsrevenge]

Batman the Adventures Continue: Under the Red Hood pt 2

Hey all! Sorry this took so long! Please feel free to ask for imagines or one shots or even series requests! Now enjoy pt 2 (not sure if there is going to be a pt 3)

POV Y/N 

“Does this feel a little better?”  

“Yeah. Thanks, Birdboy.” I’m back in Leslie Thompkins's office.  Robin’s there, he’s helping me. He’s holding an ice pack to my swollen skin.  

“It’s been swollen for a couple days; the weather hasn’t been great.” I had said. Robin smiled.  

“My pleasure Fighter.” 

Slowly I woke up, my head pounding. I opened my eyes to see a figure standing over me. They were looking down at my leg, doing something to it. I was still very numb, but I was able to speak 

“Who are you?” I asked very horse. The figure became clearer, a very tall, muscular man in a red helmet was carefully studying it, his gloved hands were tracing the raised skin from the side of my kneecap to the base of my heel. Still groggy I didn’t have the reflex to pull my leg back. 

“Does this hurt still?” The masked man asked. He sounded concerned, like he was scared to hurt me even a little bit. The feeling was coming back into my body. With my good leg, I aimed to hit this guy on the head, but he caught my foot. “Ah, you got your fire back. Relax Fighter, I’m not going to hurt you. That’s the last thing I want.” He said setting my leg back down.   

“Don’t call me that.” I growled sitting up. Fighter was the nickname Robin had given me for surviving such a brutal stabbing. Obviously, this was before he disappeared.  “Who are you? And how did you know my name.” The man huffed out a laugh, then shook his head. 

“Doesn’t matter. All you need to know is I won’t hurt you.” He repeated, continuing to get up. “I need to go out and get something, stay here and don’t move to much. Your knee is swollen, keep this ice pack on it.” I sat their shocked as he held an ice pack out for me to reach. It's like he cared. OK obviously this is the person whose been helping me these past few months but who the hell... 

“I’ll be back in an hour, just hold tight until I come back, I’ll bring you some food and water.” I swallowed and nodded watching him leave me very confused. I finally looked around me, seeing computers, a translucent box suspended in the air and a very clammy smell. Oh duh, I’m in Killer Croc's old lair. I held the ice pack to my knee and grimaced a second. Damn basters got me good.  

A little while later, the man came back with two unconscious people. One was Robin..the new Robin and the other...was the clown himself, The Joker. I stiffened, I must have been radiating anxiety because the man handcuffed the Joker first, then placed Robin in the glass box. 

“He’s not going to get anywhere near you. I promise.” The red helmet wearing man said to try and ease my anxiety. “You still don’t look like you believe me.”  

“Are you kidding? Why would I believe you. I don’t know you.” I snapped.  

“I almost killed the Scarecrow.” The man said.  

“I-what?”  

“It was Halloween night. Scarecrow had polluted the airways with Fear Toxin. All of Gotham, fear flooded the streets,” Jason paused to look me in the eyes. I knew he was telling my story, but from his perspective. “Batman and I were working on clearing the airways first and then go after Scarecrow. Batman, of course, cleared the air in record time. Only a handful of people were injured but they were minor cuts and bruises. That is until I heard a horrified scream. A man’s scream. One that was fill with anguish and regret. I raced towards the noise to see a girl, my age, covered in her own blood. Her leg had been butchered by a man under the influence of Fear Toxin.  She was pale, and barley breathing. When I reached her, she opened her eyes slightly and whispered, ““My name is Y/N L/N if I don’t make it, please remember my name. I don’t want to die a Jane Doe”. Then she fell back out of consciousness. Paramedics were able to get her on the gurney, and I followed them all the way  to the hospital just to make sure that the girl was going to be OK. Once they took her inside, I made my way back to Batman to take down the Scarecrow. We found him easily and I jumped the gun as always. I remember being so angry and wanting him to pay for the damage he’s caused. Eventually, I had him right on the edge of the roof. He was trying to surrender wasn’t good enough. He didn’t deserve the easy way out, so I pushed him off and told him to scream so all of Gotham could hear him. Batman caught him, of course, cause he doesn’t really care about Gotham getting better.” 

I felt like someone was pouring cold water over me. My body stopped responding and my breathing quickened.  

“Birdboy?” I whispered. The man then reached his hands up to take off his helmet, revealing the face of … JASON TODD? My mouth fell open. So, Jason Todd was Robin...that means Bruce Wayne is Batman and Dick Grayson, who was the first Robin is Nightwing.  

“Hey...Fighter? Are you OK? Are you in shock?” Jason paused again. I raised my hands and rested it on his cheek. 

“You’re alive?” I chocked out finally. Jason held his hands in mine.  

“Yeah. I’m sorry for...knocking you out. I didn’t know how to face you.” I huffed out a laugh.  

“So, knocking me out and sweeping me off my feet was the best you could come up with?” Jason matched my previous laugh.  

“Jason, what happened to you? Where have you been?” Jason closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, then continued. “Batman and I had a fight shortly after I tried to send Scarecrow to his death, then I went rouge. I terrorized the criminals of Gotham. Even Batman couldn’t stop me. I didn’t think anyone could, until I fell into a trap constructed by the Joker and Harley Quinn. He zapped me with something, it was strong enough to knock me out and when I woke up, I was in the Jokers hideout tied to a table.” Tears started to form in my eyes at his confession. I wanted to say something no words would form. “Joker and Harley taunted me, called me crazy and insane. Saying I was a plague to their kind. Whatever that meant. Then..Joker...he...” Jason paused before continuing, “He beat me black and blue with a crowbar. He kept laughing and laughing. Harley tried to stop him, but Joker just made his goons drag her away. I can’t remember much after that. Only the pain of cold mental hitting me everywhere. Batman eventually showed up and found me. I asked him to end the Joker, for me and for everyone he has hurt. But Batman took the crowbar, the one still covered in my blood and used it to SAVE the Joker. I was so mad, so hurt and angry that I faked my own death. I wanted to punish Batman for everything. I-I wanted-” Jason didn’t need to finish. I pulled him closer to me and rested my forehead against his. Jason sighed, closing his eyes.  

“What can I do?” I whispered. “I want to help.” Jason shook his head. “Nothing. Only Batman can make this right. He chose a murder over me.” My heart broke slightly for him. He seemed so hurt.   “How...how did you escape?” I hesitantly asked.  

“It’s not too hard to fool the world’s greatest detective.” He whispered back. “I lost a lot of blood and had to recover from massive trauma but I’m here now. I’ll make Batman set things right.” Jason’s hands shook slightly as he balled them up into fists.  

“What can I do?”  I repeated. “Jason let me help, please.” Jason went silent for a minute. I could almost hear his brain working out a response. 

“You can’t help. I only brought you here to make sure you didn’t get stuck in the cross-hairs of all this.” Jason came closer to me, his breath now hitting my face. My fingers traced over the small scars that littered his face. “Had to get some work done. Not as pretty as I used to be, huh?” He whispered. My brow furrowed.  

“That would imply you were ever pretty.” I croaked. Jason snorted.  

“Smart ass.” He said, pulling me even closer. “I need to keep you safe, OK? I’m going to hide you in a secret room until all this is over. Everything you would need is in there. No matter what you hear, you cannot come out. Promise?” I nodded slowly, knowing I’d reveal myself if Jason was in trouble. “Say it.” Jason whispered. He then put his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up to look him in his blue eyes. “Say it. Please. I need to hear you say it.” I clenched my teeth. He knew how to get to me. Reluctantly, my lips parted themselves and I spoke.  

“I promise.” Jason huffs out in relief then places his arm around my waist, guiding us both to stand back up.  

“Can you stand?” He asked, he looked more pissed than concerned that I took a shot to the knee.  “Yeah. I’m fine.” It wasn’t a total lie. Sure, it hurt but I could manage if I held onto Jason for support. I thought I sounded convincing, but I forgot briefly Jason was trained by the Dark Knight. He knows when people are lying to him.  I felt Jason stare into my soul without hesitation, scooped me up again. This time though, I felt myself blush.  

“You’re still a terrible liar.” He muttered as he carried me into a secret back room.  

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