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jazjelspen · 2 months

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scarlet and silver lining (part 2)

alastor w/ daughter reader

(notes: apologies for any inconsistencies!! not proofread!! apologies for slight ooc vox since im unsure of how he first acted when he recently died and how he got into power qwq. apologies for anyone ooc in general cuz my brain is stew. slight graphic depictions of violence. this is definetly not by best work but I'll make sure to try harder next time!)

(tags: @falsemain @aconfusedwonderland @stasiaclash )

Today was a certainly an... eventful morning?

Certainly unusual though, considering on what you have stumbled upon on this certain morning.

You had barley been here on your first day and this is what you were to see? All you wanted was food-- even cereal would suffice.

But god-- really Angel??..

Having walked down the steps from your room, gotten ready for the day you walked down with a grace you've held even during your days living and breathing. With careful and cautious steps you managed to not come across him and have your morning ruined too early.

You had accidentally stumbled upon everyone at the main seating room, you being here due to not remembering where the kitchen or dining area was very well.

Unfortunately, Angel was proudly presenting one of his porn films to the group. Few disgusted.. embarrassed.. or even weirdly-- enjoying it.. geez Nifty's certainly weirder than you expected her to be.

You scrunched your nose up slightly as you started to feel a bit grossed out yourself, simply because others seemed uncomfortable and you weren't exactly fond of seeing these kinda of thing often.. but it was hell so you couldn't exactly complain.

You walked up to the group while trying to mute the moans and squeals from Angel Dust on the television in your head, propping your arms up on the large gold headboard of the sofa Angel was laying on and when you finally spoke you managed to even catch Angel and the others jumping slightly from the unexpected surprise as they spoke amongst themselves.

"Geez Angie.. Really gotta be showin' everyone what you do?"

"--And you!"

Now you were surprised, your eyes darting towards the winged cat that, turns out, was speaking before you got there and was even pointing at you.

There was a pause. Your eyes and his meeting as he was pointing at you.. he narrowed his own set before becoming seemingly speechless.

"Actually I don't even know you yet, but considering how you act on that disgusting show and simply being here you probably got some kind of issue similar to your friend here." His eyed flickered to Angel as he spoke towards you. You being incredibly confused on what the fuck this guy was even saying by mentioning you but Angel decided to spit out his words before you.

"Oh yea? And what's my issue pussy cat?"

The cat, name being Husk from what you could remember the day before, scoffed at your friend. "Don't get me started. I see right through you and all of this bullshit and how fake you are."

Angel in response, seemed to laugh nervously.. almost in a way to cover something up. "Me? Fake? Wow.. I had no idea.." The spider's voice holding certain sarcasm continued, you just simply waiting to be able to ask your own question next. "Guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass.. AND--" and just like that he was interrupted by a ring of his cellphone, having to quickly hold his finger up and mutter to Husk a 'hold that thought' before moving away to answer his oncoming call.

Meanwhile.. you finally managed to ask your question to Husk. "When you mean me having an issue similar to my friend's.. do you mean I seem fake? Wait-- why was I even mentioned anyway?.. I just got here!.."

"Depends. I haven't talked to you enough, but if you and him get along then I'm sure you must have some kind of fake act you hide behind as well.. you definitely can't be as cheery in person as you are on that show.

Oh and I was just revealing everyone's darn issues.. being a hell of a bartender works out for these kinds of things.." standing there almost mumbling his last few words just made you bite your cheek a bit as your face flushed in slight embarrassment. He's not exactly.. not totally wrong..

In the end Angel confessed that he needed to do an emergency shoot for his boss, whom you hated with all your guts as well with how badly that piece of shit treated Angel. You never did get abuse as bad as Angel's but still.. it all definitely gets to you on how both your bosses treated you and those around.

You frowned slightly while looking down at the sofa he previously sat on, dreading when you'll have to get back on TV as well.. although you were a bit unsure of how you'll get Vox's message if you didn't bring your cellphone.

Ah well.. not for you to worry about anyway-- if he really wanted to contact you then you're more than certain he'll find a way to reach you whether you liked it or not.

You snapped out of your thoughts once you heard Angel huff and puff out the door while exchanging a few hurried words to Charlie before slamming it in front of her face.. slight disrespect much? You felt a bit bad for the princess, seemed like quite the pushover.

You truly hoped she wouldn't rule the entirety of hell in this exact way, for if she did she'd get eaten alive for sure.

But while she was groaning and becoming frustrated as her girlfriend was helping her out you were still very much hungry. "Sooo.." you mumbled "Where's the food area? I didn't exactly wake up too early to eat with all of you.. if you did all eat together." You smiled nervously at what's left of the group, body facing Husk who was the closest.

He even responded to you! How kind-- although he was still quite grumpy.

He pointed a finger from his left hand holding the bottle behind himself at the nearest entry way behind and beside the staircase you walked down from. "Over there, turn left, head straight, see two large fancy doors? Open it. walk through it, ignore the empty tables unless you want to eat alone which would be fucking sad and head towards the door with the circular window at the top. That's the kitchen and eat whatever you want, don't complain if anything's spoiled since you chose to be here of all places."

You couldn't help but want to roll your eyes slightly, but with a minor huff of your own you walked passed him and tried your best to remember his shitty directions. "Thanks.. Husk.."

Once you started walking his directions were shitty indeed, simple but being a bit more descriptive definitely would've helped.

Walking through the hall you'd eventually go through your steps echoed against the walls, bouncing back and forth like the ripple of a rain drop on a puddle. Thankfully it was very clean, Nifty certainly seemed to have done her job right with how spotless this part of the hotel was! As weird as she is.. she does her job well.

Finally reaching said 'fancy' doors you opened it to see an entire dining room. Clean as well with newly furnished tables and chairs with unique tablecloths with intricate designs only reminiscent of the royal family. Even each of the tables had a vase and flowers set up and two small pepper and salt shakers, although you ere certain those flowers were fake considering the lack of realism to them.

Nonetheless, fairly charming.

You walked past them all to head towards a large door with the circular window that was described by Husk, peaking through it from a distance it was certainly to the kitchen.

But..

Gosh.. what was that smell?..

It was a humble, nostalgic, delicious smell.

God-- what the fuck was it??..

As if the smell was leading your nose faster towards the door, pushing your body against it since it was those doors that simply would swing itself open or closed with a push.

"Ooo.. is that--" you walked in with a big smile, your nostrils filling itself with that childhood scent.

"It certainly is, ma puce."

You should've known.

The voice that disturbed your entire morning and mood turned around from the stove to reveal itself as none other than-- Alastor.

"Why.. it's certainly an absolute gas to see you up and awake! I even made you your favorite--" the radio demon exclaimed whilst picking up the pan he was using to plop whatever food he made onto the plate, with a swift motion he set down the pan to grab the plate and reveal your hot and fresh breakfast to you.

"--Jambalaya!" he cheered, a subtle audio track of an audience cheering could be heard from his staff that seemed to work as both a microphone and a speaker.

"Uh huh.." you frowned deeply while crossing your arms and raising your shoulder while taking a step back from him. "Actually I ate before I came he--" and even as you tried to escape him by turning back he managed to teleport right in front of you!

"Tsk tsk.. my dear you know you can't lie to me. Take a seat, enjoy your meal! You can't be telling me you aren't dying to try your favorite dish?" He put his hand on your back and the other holding the food as he pushed you through the door, then suddenly pulled you by your wrist, and sat you down on the nearest empty table. "Besides.."

"It's your Nana's recipe..."

Oh.

Your Nana.

Your eyes softened at the mention of her but immediately glared at him with a sharp gaze which seemed to not even affect him in the slightest.

'This fucker..' he knew how to get to you, he knew your weakness.

"Don't you dare fucking mention her. You have no right to have her name roll down your disgusting tongue and through your rotten teeth."

"Oh, is that any way to treat your father little fawn? My.. you're not even little anymore! My mistake.."

His large smirk widened as he set down the plate and a pair of silverware in front of you.. it only made you want to strangle that thin neck of his.

You hated him.

He was the reason why you were down here.. although indirectly. You were blind, you were so caught up in his act even after he died--

it costed you your life.

"I'll only eat it because of Nana, other than that I would really appreciate if you could fuck off Alastor." Even as you told him to screw off he stayed ever so present! Even setting down a cup of hot coffee(or tea, whichever you prefer) in front of you that also smelled utterly delicious. "Besides you only started properly raising me instead of playing babysitter when you realized no one else would, I'm more surprised you didn't throw me back into the orphanage."

"Oh darling I'm certainly a monster but I'm not a downright devil!" Alastor you know damn well.. "Your grandmother loved you too much.. I couldn't just let you go so easily!"

"Yea yea whate-" you picked up your mug to take a sip of whatever was in it which to your surprise.. it was an old favorite drink of yours. One that you would drink every morning with Alastor during your teenage years..

"Hm.. not bad.." You mumbled as you took another sip of it, yet again another sense of home washing you over once more.

"I still yet remember your favorite morning beverage mon chere. What kind of father would I be if I wouldn't?"

"Uh yea-- when I was a teenager. A few years behind dontcha' think?" You scoffed at him while trying to seem as if his efforts were meaningless but the simple action of continuously sipping the liquid totally didn't just.. contradict that.

"Which is why I'd like to catch up a bit more hm? You begged me to leave you alone and I let you be your own independent self when I first found out you were associated with that.. thing." He pulled out the chair across from you to take a seat himself. Right after he set his staff resting against the side of the table and relaxed his elbows on the surface, his chin laid on the back of his hands while looking right at you.. inspecting you.

"If my memory serves correct I'd say around.. seventy-one years? Hm? Since I've seen you? I'm sure you've made some absolutely splendid decisions all those years."

You loudly sighed as you set the halfway empty mug down and replacing the item with the silverware beside your plate.

" Look my decisions aren't for you to judge. You're no saint and I'm not obliged to listen to whatever terrible advice you have. I'm ten years older than when you have last seen me alive and not even including the ninety-four years I've been down here in total." Intertwining your fingers with the silverware you picked up some food from your plate and bring it up towards your plate. The smell seemingly holy to you and once you plopped it in your mouth..

You could've sworn heaven took a delicious shit in your mouth. This was so fucking good...

The spices, the vegetables, the rice.. it was all just cooked to perfection.

You could definitely feel goosebumps crawl around your body and your mouth exploding in flavor.

Oh how you loved the taste of New Orleans.

"Just the way you like it dear?"

You snapped out of your thoughts as your eyes popped open towards the smirking overlord, seemingly proud of your reaction and it made you release a loud scoff from your throat.

"Just-- screw off. I don't want to associate myself with a murderer and a sadist." You set your silverware on your plate as you held your food on one hand and your mug in the other as you stood up from your seat.

"I sure do hope you know that your employer, that imbecile with one of those wretched picture boxes for a head, isn't any better darling." Alastor stayed in place but his eyes were the only thing that followed you while you took a few steps away from him with your back facing him.

Although his comment made you freeze on the spot you didn't dare turn around and face him for he wasn't even worth the action.

"Sure, he's not any better than you. But at least he didn't lie to me all my life and made me believe he was the most amazing person in the world, he didn't make me believe that he was a saint.. that he was actually a good person.."

You paused.

"So, yeah.. he may not be any better but he at the very least he isn't anything like you."

Just like that you resumed walking out the dining room, hands occupied and heart full.

You only amused your father albeit feeling a slight uncomfortable twinge in his chest that made him only want to reconnect with you more.

You just reminded him too much of your grandmother, noticing a few small actions and habits you did that you acquired through growing up with her.

You were all he had left of her, and you were all he had left of that little girl he had to leave behind.

Through selfish means it happened but..

He wished to try, just once more.

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You let out a shaky sigh of fear.

It was your 12th year in Hell and you have been scraping by simply scavenging for scraps, fighting foes with any weapons you could find or trade for and trying to stay alive. You were basically living in squalor but in the nicest parts of town, and was surprisingly somewhat respected due to being affiliated with a few loan sharks that you helped in return for money of resources.. even working 'normal' jobs to at least rent out a small home.

It was now the day of the 'Extermination' Where exorcist angels from above would kill any demons they could find in order to keep the population at bay. You've managed to survive each year due to your connections but all your 'protectors' have been murdered by said exorcists or have fallen from their once high power.

Cruel for heaven but-- then again you couldn't blame them. Not with how power and money hungry these sinners could be.. maybe it was best for them to keep sinners on the low.

But god did you wish you could be pardoned from this the way the hellborn were.

You didn't mean to die the way you did.

You tried to do it for a good cause.

You truly trusted in your beliefs.

You really didn't think you'd get that angry.

You didn't mean to kill that man.

You regret everything.

Especially on the day you heard Alastor's broadcasts all over hell.. you were shocked that he was even in hell but he was even torturing and toppling overlords for his own amusement??

It feels as if the version of Alastor that you grew up with, your dad..

It felt like he died all over again.

Even yet you're still mourning over it.. not for Alastor-- but for your father.

You really should've trusted those detectives and cops huh? Should've trusted the newspapers, even the 'news' on the new picture boxes they invented spoke about his case like daily gossip.

You should've trusted them all.

Evidence was right there but since you grew up with him and saw no signs on your part you could've sworn you felt it in your gut that he was innocent! That maybe that deer hunter that shot him was framing him!

That had to be the case--

Preaching about good behavior, following laws yet rebelling when they are discriminatory or unfair, that life was beautiful and precious...

Pfft. Precious my ass.

He lead you to your death and he didn't even take any part in it.

But to you, your blood was on his hands.

Which is why you knew you weren't going to regret this next part but..--

inevitably.. you did.

You were currently on the floor of an overlord's abode.

You have been seeking refuge from the exterminations happening just outside and this place was the nearest one before an exorcist angel could cut you in half.

How you managed to get in? You were quite unsure at the moment.. it went so quick, did it in a panic, and you're losing blood from a slash on the leg?? Yea getting in here was all your body was begging you to do.

But you let out a shriek when you were once again having a weapon pointed at you.

Well-- two.

Two bodyguard-looking guys confronted you as you looked up at them in fear, a third more sophisticated figure approaching.

Vox, the television demon, his head a bit funny to you considering how small his screen was yet he terrified you as well due to his status.

"How did-- oh I'm going to fucking kill Betty for leaving everything except the back door closed." He eyed you, a look of disgust evident on said small screen. "Oh just kill he--"

"WAIT!!--"

They positioned their weapons to your forehead this time, Vox about to turn around until you mentioned he- who-must--not-be-named.

"I...I knew Alastor!!--"

A shriek of a television signal could be heard, a new kind of static radiating from the overlord.

He faced you-- in a scary yet almost funny kind of way..

"What did you just say?"

"I.." you gulped.. you can't tell him he's your dad! you're smarter than that even in dire situations like these.. it's only more trouble for you.

"I knew him.. I was his.. assistant! yes and I wrote his scripts and he uh--" you felt yourself cower slightly seeing Vox come closer and put a hand up which caused his bodyguards to put their weapons down. He didn't need them, but they caused that fear he needed.

"He got me.. killed.." you trailed off and flinching when he bent down to you.

Vox smirked "Killed huh? You were one of his pathetic victims?"

You nodded vigorously, hoping this will get you to live another day. "He.. He used me as a shield when some coppers tried to shoot him.. got me instead.."

"Does that make you hate him?"

"Yes sir.."

"Hate him so much you could strange him, open his stomach, twist his intestines and feed them to them old rats in the hotels and skid ro--"

"Yes! yes sir.."

Okay maybe this overlord went a bit too far with his hate but.. whatever to not get fucking impaled by an angel.

Vox's smirk widened as he then dragged you up by your arm in a way that was far from gentle. "You sure have a pretty face as well, sight for sore eyes." He inspected you as you only stood there in fear on one leg with your other still bleeding out "Water, some rest and your voice just may be as smooth as honey." He harshly grabbed your chin to look over your appearance even more, your hair, any facial marks you may have. "You say you wrote scripts too? If you're any good you may be able to make some interesting headlines if so."

"Hm.." he hummed in thought " I like you. Prove to be useful to me and I'll let you live.. and just maybe.. I'll protect you from the exterminations and let you live comfortably working for me. As comfortable as it can get.. "

Protection from an overlord.. job from an overlord--

Not the best choices but it's way better than what you're doing right now..

"What do you say, is it a deal sweetheart?"

You weren't that stupid to make a deal with an overlord.

But as mentioned before,

Your undying spite with Alastor might've been your biggest push to shake Vox's hand and give your soul away carelessly.

"Deal."

(It's 1AM I need sleep BUT I JUST WANNA POST THISSISISIS GRAHHHH im so tired but there's one particular scene I want to get to.. may take awhile but AHHHHHHHH I can't wait!!)

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gaasublarb · 4 months

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Hobie's rare colors/inconsistencies these only show up like once or twice

The first shot of him is just his boots and they're different colors. This never happens for full body shots.

p sure these hands are just his Standard and Bisexual palettes but wow they look different up close

In this moment it's almost like he can barely contain his Bisexual colors before he strikes the note that lets it out but maybe it's just the lighting

not surprisingly I think the most variety is seen while having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. But it could also just be the lights at the pub and the flashback artstyle effecting his Standard and Bisexual colors

Then there is this moment with Miles that could maybe be Pink (since that's what the shot before it was) but I don't think it is (is he taking the piss at Miles' color palette???) Edit: wait wait wait wait wait I thought these two frames waere just a Monochrome but that's the jacket colors yeah?? The lighting is just different?? (this is when he says not because you told me to. omfg he's got a whole color scheme for Fucking With Miles (headcanon it looks different because he's still developing it))

The Go Home Machine does weird stuff to everyone's colors but especially Hobie. (I also think the collider is doing weird stuff when he's not believing in comedy but my screens suck too much to confirm)

And it'll be a bit before I bother much with the guitar colors so I'll just say here that it does seem to have colors that match to Hobie's but it just doesn't always keep up when a lot is happening

Edit: He has his Orange jacket on his Pink look once

#how to hobie #hobie's colors #my posts #hobie brown #spiderpunk #edited

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hoes4hoseok · 1 year

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txt reacts: you’re preparing for finals

boyfriend!txt x gn!reader requested by :: @unlocktxt (thanks for requesting, babes!) beta reader :: @goldenhypen (thank you for your feedback :) author’s note :: writing this was genuinely so fun and managed to relax me while i was actually losing my mind over finals 😭. dhmu about how inconsistent the tenses are i know they're bad HAHA i hope you guys enjoy and good luck to everyone taking finals now or soon! warnings :: a lot of food and eating habits talk,, i think that's it though. lmk if i need to add anything.

soobin

soobin would be so sweet while you were prepping for finals

if you were struggling with something that he didn’t understand, he’d literally spend 15 minutes on the computer with a pen & paper in hand trying to figure it out

&& then he’d call you over to explain it but get confused in the middle

but by that time you’d understand & explain it to him (◡‿◡✿)

you’d probably have many visits to the library since it’s more quiet (& less messy) there than the dorms

you’d also share earbuds while you worked

every once in a while, amongst the slow tracks, a random banger like ‘that that’ by psy would play & the two of you would be sent into a fit of laughter that you tried so hard to contain

luckily, the librarian never busted you

although it did earn a few looks from elsewhere in the room (whoops)

he’s also definitely the type of boyfriend who makes you really good tea

&& it probably became a very important part of your day (because how could it not?! the tea was amazing)

he would prioritize sleep quite a bit, so lights are off for him by 11 every night during finals week

&& that rubbed off on you!

the days would end with an episode of your favorite show playing on his laptop while you drifted off to sleep on his bed together (。-ω-)zzz

stress be gone!

yeonjun

if you were in a long distance relationship with yeonjun, you & him would have planned for him to fly in the night your finals ended

but yeonjun found a cheaper flight for the week before :) so naturally, he bought it!

he was so excited to surprise you, especially because he knew how stressed out you were from the several late night facetime calls you had

&& you were indeed happy to see your boyfriend at your doorstep with takeout from your favorite restaurant in hand

it improved your week tenfold just seeing his face (ꉺᗜꉺ)

he, on the other hand, while happy to see you, was shocked to see how poorly you had been taking care of yourself

considering the dark circles under your eyes & the fact that you were in pajamas at 3 pm,, he knew something was off

&& you, as every student does at one point or another, were living on instant ramen & cereal — he could tell from the state of your dorm alone (╯•﹏•╰)

you didn’t plan for him to find out because he tends to worry about you a lot <3 (SORRY JUN)

&& the ‘less than 6 hours of sleep during finals week’ thing was pretty standard for people at your school

“eat with me” ( •_•)

he set the bag down on your table & looked at you with the playfully threatening stare that you had missed so much

“then i’m getting groceries while you nap” he continued, looking over at your kitchen area

oh wow had you missed your boyfriend

it only came to you when you felt as helpless & overwhelmed as right now

but you needed him. & so, you pulled him in for a tight hug, cutting off his mumbles about the lack of fruit in your kitchen (づ ◕‿◕ )づ

oh, how he loved you <3

beomgyu

beomgyu would not want you to overwork yourself. obviously.

but,, if you were gonna be pulling all nighters & working your butt off, so was he

y’all are in this TOGETHER (｡-_-｡ )人( ｡-_-｡)

he strikes me as the type to know those random life hacks so he might come to you excited with studying ones HEHE

like he’d tell you to chew a different flavor of gum while studying & then chew it again during the exam so you can remember the content better

&& ofc you’d comply to make him happy, but a few of them definitely helped you!

you two probably made plans to go on a little getaway together after the semester ended

so whenever you seemed particularly down, he’d remind you that you’d be miles away from all this in just a week :)

beomgyu is 100% the one making ramen runs to the kitchen (he made sure to stock up before finals week!)

&& he makes yours with the little modifications that you like, whether it’s extra spice, an egg, or some chopped vegetables – he’s got it all

he’s got flashcards, he’s got tea, he’s got hugs…& he’s also an absolute pain in your side when it comes to sleep

ಠಿ_ಠ “it’s 1:30…you said you’d sleep at 1:00”

he’d have to physically pull you away from your work sometimes

it wasn’t hard either because you were so tired that your eyes were closing

he’d probably sleep in the mornings of your exams,, but would slice some fruit for you to eat before going to bed

&& leave a little note of encouragement on a sticky note with a couple sticks of gum next to it :)

“good luck. you’re gonna ace this test. love you ♡”

taehyun

you & taehyun had a whole finals prep schedule planned out. this man was not about to let you fail any of your classes or fail any himself

so, your finals prep started at least a month early

he’d be up at seven am shaking you awake & threatening to pour his water on you ʘ‿ʘ

even though he knew you’d tackle him to the floor if he actually poured it

once you finally rose, he’d give you a quick forehead kiss & push you off towards the bathroom to brush your teeth

you’d eat breakfast & start working relatively quickly

the two of you quickly realized that the pomodoro method worked best for you – finishing a task in 25 minutes, taking a five minute break, & repeating three times before taking a 20 to 30 minute break (y’all should try it frfr)

by noon, you’d be internally thanking him for waking you,, bc as much as you hated to admit it,, you are definitely more productive in the morning

&& on taehyun’s plan, you were actually getting enough sleep somehow?

&& he definitely had special allocated time slots in the schedule for personal time & date nights so that you two wouldn’t get burnt out

the routine definitely got harder to keep up with as finals inched closer & he could tell

so he took you for a much-needed massage the day before finals started to destress (°◡°♡)

&& as expected, y’all would CRUSH finals week

he’d be so proud <3 but also he knew you would succeed bc of how hard you worked!

[honestly this is such a dream. i made taehyun my dream bf in this LMFAO but hey he already is so…]

hueningkai

hueningkai would be there for you during your breaks. sure, he’d help you with the flashcards if you asked him, but he’d support you most by making you smile!

he’d make sure there’s always food in the fridge, especially if your schedules didn’t line up & he couldn’t eat with you

hueningkai would also give GREAT back massages & it’s all because he would NOT hold back ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ no knots would be left when he’s done

&& he’d probably also put on your favorite show or music while he did it which would be really odd at first, but you’d grow to appreciate it hehe

he’d also go on a walk with you every night to help you unwind

that would always do you wonders, especially after being cooped up inside all day

it would also be a time when the two of you could finally talk about something other than everything stressing you out (because boy, had it become all-consuming)

on the mornings of your finals, he’d walk you to class & buy you your favorite drink with a bagel or donut on the way

if you got really anxious before going in, he’d hold your hand tightly & tell you to take deep breaths

&& to remember that you’re prepared & that one test will not matter in the grand scheme of things

he’d also send you in with a hug & a peck on the cheek. (´ ᴗ｀✿)

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rat-rambles · 19 days

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Ok So the way the narrative in bg3 treats Gale is really weird right? like it's not just me?

Like to start gale was 100% groomed but till I got pretty far in my run with him I was like um where's the evidence like I don't think your wrong but everyone else is VERY vocal about their abuses and when they’re not like with Shadowheart there practically shoving you into realizing that she was abused. With Gale you learned he met Mystra as a kid, which before I knew that she used to be a human I was more like ok well sometimes that happens with immortals doesn't mean it was like for sure weird. Then Minsc has that one line and gales behavior / a couple other things he says heavily imply it to the point where it seems like it's meant to be cannon but I'm not convinced all the writers were on board with that. Again, even though wyll gets like no time, it's explicit that his father had unreasonable expectations on him that lead him to hurt himself and by act one it's clear Shadowheart has been groomed also Lae'zel for that matter but the narrative is weirdly uninterested in Gale’s trauma.

The narrative is really mean to him and while I find it a bit funny to poke fun at the wizard, the mean options are very harsh and the nice options are very mid. Like when you learn about the orb you can have the omg you're a monster moment which isn't inherently unique but the framing at the end of act one is very keen on the “well gale did this to himself” because he's an arrogant wizard. Which like he did by far have the most agency out if all the characters, I think he was the only one not literally owned, which saying out loud is like wow, but later he admits he wanted to be basically respected by Mystra but even in the framing of it he's all “of course I regret what I did to her” I'm sorry what? like at no point does he seem A: a bit convinced Mystra is a bad person and not just a bitchy partner and B: that he didn’t deserve to have a bomb left in his chest.

The way, as far as I know, every good ending with gale requires Mystra to fix the bomb in his chest. Unless i'm missing something he NEEDS the help of his abuser in the end of the game and that'd just um wow a choice.

I find it extra weird how people don't seem bothered by these (to me) seeming inconsistencies just blows my mind cuz compared to both the other boys his overarching moral values are all over the place. There’s a case to be made that he's the most fluid of the origin characters, like he's very neutral (and before people ask he isn't really for or against evil unless it's like literal genocide he likes people being buddies but he’s not wyll he doesn’t feel the need to be the hero that saves everyone that's wyll. wyll’s the one who's good and happy to help people, please stop forgetting wyll exists guys.) But gale’s past feel just as intangible, for all the tidbits I have a hard time imagining the day in the life of young gale. I can vividly see literally all the other origin characters past selves in my mind but gale just feels like less.

Maybe this is just a me problem but it just all feels off to me.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale dinner #gale of waterdeep #bg3 thoughts

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silent-raven13 · 6 months

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Hobie, baby

Miles happily walks over to his boyfriend at HQ, he happily giggles, "Hobie, baby!"

"What is it, luv?" Hobie turns pink with pretty heart patterns when he looks at his darling. He got up to see his Sunflower being so happy.

"Nothing, just like calling you that." Miles took his boyfriend's hands with his fingertips gently massaging the punker's palm, "Kiss?" He got on his tiptoes and pucker his lips waiting for his boyfriend to kiss him back.

Hobie chuckles lowly with a smile on his face, he leans over to kiss his Sunflower. "Mwah!" Miles happily giggles before trying to kiss his boyfriend again. "Mwah!"

The punker happily stood enjoying all the attention and love from his gorgeous Sunflower. "Wow, look at you lovebirds! No wonder, Miguel had to make sure Lyla have you two behaving!" The couple looks over spotting a Spider-woman holding a tablet being amused at the sight.

"Lupe!" Miles said out loud at the Spider-woman being a bit bashful, but Hobie quickly wrap his arms around Miles' neck being protective. He turned a bit grey, a sign he doesn't like their time together are being interrupted.

"Wow, easy Spider Punk. I come in piece! I'm signing you two on a mission with my team." She sync her watches with the information, "I think you two will enjoy it."

"Mmm, a mission being separated without my Sunflower," Hobie rested his chin on Miles' shoulder then rub his cheeks against his cheeks.

Miles look at the world, "Ah, come on, bae. Its been awhile since we went on a mission together!"

"We're always on a mission together!"

"But with a group." Miles cutely pout. Hobie loves it when it's just them two. They seem to get their mission done faster.

Lupe giggles, "Well, it's either you're coming with us, Brown. Or... your bf is gonna go alone and meet another Hobart Brown."

Hobie already became jealous. Miles nervously chuckles, "Hehehe, aye. Hobie, don't worry! Nothing-" Lupe hums pushing the punker's buttons, "Oh this Hobart is the Prowler and he is quite the dashing young man. I wouldn't be surprised if he would flirt with-"

"How about no! Me and him rather go-" Miles pouts at his boyfriend, "Hobie! You gotta relax, bae. I'm sure will be fine. Besides, if your coming with me then we wouldn't have a problem!"

Lupe giggles, "Yeah, besides it'll be fun. This one you two can go undercover..." She sweetly hums at Hobie, "Miles could be the girl."

"Huh! Why me?"

Hobie quickly accepted the mission through their watches, "Okay."

"Huh! Wait, that's it! Because you wanna see me in a dress!" Miles shouted out loud.

Lupe giggles, "Miles, you look good in a dress. Anyway, thanks. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." She happily went off.

Miles turns to his boyfriend, "Really!"

"Yes."

"Because you want me in a dress?"

"Yup." Hobie's body turned pink with cartoon blushes on his cheeks. "I would want you to wear a red dress."

"Oh pfft! Hell nah! Last time I was the girl! You should be the-" Hobie snorted, "Darling, you have amazing legs to be the woman."

"Oh, so now your sticking to your gender roles?"

"I don't believe inconsistency, Sunflower." He hums. "Perhaps, you should wear black stilettos and-" Miles huffs, "You wish!"

"Awe, come on, darling don't be like that." Hobie wraps his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Miles tend to be so cute when he's mad. "Who's your baby, Sunflower?" He rubs his cheeks to his Miles like a cat.

"You are." Miles mutters.

"I'm your baby?"

"Yes, you're my baby! Hobie, baby!" Miles gave a small smile, "But I'm not wearing black stilettos. I'll probably wear gold."

"Ohh, fancy. I like, Sunflower." Hobie gave kisses at his boyfriend's cheeks then blew raspberries to tickle him. Miles giggles being happy again.

(Ya'll thought I stop on the punkflower, huh? Hell nah! Just business with It's Over story! Anyhoo, Lupe is my Spidersona.)

#punkflower #hobie brown #miles morales #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

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poopyballz28 · 18 days

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Similar to "kill, marry, or kiss", but replaced by "green flag", "yellow flag" or "red flag"...

Baki, Retsu and Katsumi.

How are you about to give me the silliest, kindest characters and expect me to not give them all the green flag. Outrageous. But alas, I'll rank them depending on how good they'd be in a relationship (since thats what I assume you meant) Enjoy! (Also sorry for no red flag...I just...cant do that to them)

Retsu - Yellow flag

Barely any downsides to being with this guy, he's just generally very caring and does his best to understand his s/o's feelings as best he can. He'll definitely be there to talk with them about things that may be stressing them out. He'll respond with a bit of a simple answer, but it's very thoughtful and deeper than it seems at first. It feels almost like the answer was in front of them all along. But I will say, Retsu can get very reckless sometimes. We all know his incredible love for martial arts can get him to do some quite impetuous things that could get him severely hurt, and I doubt that a lover could really get him to stop doing such things. He loves fighting with every fiber of his being, even when he knows its can be extremely dangerous for him. They'd have to really do a lot to get him to be more careful, but he'll never let anything stop him from walking his own path. Yellow flag because of the somewhat rash decisions he makes when it comes to fighting that may upset or worry his s/o.

Katsumi - Green Flag

Wow, this guy is a god sent. He loves his s/o more than he loves himself, doing everything in his power to show them his love. If it's giving them little trinkets relating to their interests or just generally enjoying their company, he's always there to show them he cares. While he's usually doing something related to martial arts or karate (his special interest) (sorry) most of the time, he makes sure he always finds time to hang out with them. If it's going on dates or whatnot. He would absolutely love if they came to the dojo and trained with him. Seeing them indulge in one of his favorite things brings a smile to his lovable little face. Overall, just a really good boyfriend.

Baki - Yellow flag

God, this kid is an inconsistent character. Just...speaking factually here. But we can deduct how good of a lover he is by looking at his scenes with Kozue. And I think I can confidently say, he wouldn't be too bad of a boyfriend. I mean, we see how silly and compassionate he is with Kozue so it's not unfair to say he's a really fun and caring lover. Something that comes to my mind immediately when thinking about Baki in a relationship is when he told Kozue, straight up, he doesn't own her. He wants her to do the things she wants to do, even if it gets in the way of their relationship all because he loves her and wants her to be happy. Really shows how good of an s/o Baki is. I will say though, he's a bit similar to Retsu in the sense that he can be a bit heedless when it comes to fighting. He can also be pretty clueless when it comes to flirting and other things related to that. It just flies right above his head every time. They'd have to really say it to him straight if they want him to get the hint. But in the long run, he's a really nice boyfriend and he loves his s/o near and dear.

#baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki headcanons #baki dou #katsumi orochi #retsu kaioh

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the-platonic-charms · 2 years

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[Crawls out of the sewer hole... ]

This is my first time requesting..

So to any mod available there.

if you dont minndddd... Can i request for a Rantaro Amami, Kokichi and Lastly Shuichi whos s/o is the Ultimate Phantom Thief..? I hope thats okay! ^_^

𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀, 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅

Hi sweet anon! I hope you enjoyed these headcanons and that this won't be your last time requesting here :>

I wasn't sure what a phantom thief was at first, but after research, all I can say is: I love the idea of it. Anyway-- phantom always makes me think of the phantom of the opera,,

𔘓 ? You're a Phantom Thief?? The ULTIMATE Phantom Thief?! I'm not really sure how this works, but wouldn't it be a bit... Scandalous for the ultimate detective to be dating the ultimate Phantom Thief?

𔘓 Then again, that would be a very interesting dynamic. Enemies to lovers, 200k words, slowburn with a happy ending

𔘓 Whenever there's a case about you, he tries not to interfere with it much. He instead talks with you about it. Oooor, he is able to figure it out himself and then asks if you did it.

𔘓 You unintentionally help expand his detective skills. And your phantom thief skills evolve as well. You're going toe to toe, playing some kind of cat and mouse type game.

𔘓 I take it back, this doesn't even have to be an enemies to lovers, it's just a very interesting dynamic ~

⬥ Wow, impressive

⬥ That is... Quite the talent to have.

⬥ He is impressed, don't get me wrong, but Amami ponders on the morality of it.

⬥ You explain to him your rules and boundaries, he understands it more now. But he's still worried. For your safety, that is.

⬥ Being the ultimate phantom thief can be dangerous. So, when you come back home, very late at night, you're met with Rantaro crossing his arms. He knows it a part of being a phantom thief, but that doesn't mean he can't worry.

⬥ See, the cool thing about Rantaro being an adventurer, is that you often go on trips to various places all over the world. Which makes it easier to keep your identity a secret. Once the ultimate phantom thief is in Japan, next thing you know, they're already far away in Poland. You see what I mean? Inconsistency in their 'last spotted' location makes it impossible to figure out where they're from.

⬥ Which means you and Rantaro can live a kinda-peaceful life, only kinda.

♛ Oh. Oh?

♛ This is giving Ouma so many ideas. You're joining D.I.C.E, right?... You're joining D.I.C.E

♛ You're so cool- he means uh, you're, cool, I guess

♛ Ouma invites you to various adventures with D.I.C.E and outings. You're an important part of their group now.

♛ He just really digs the whole phantom thief aesthetic and the general idea of it.

♛ You're partners in crime ~ but this time, like, actually in crime

/ don't actually commit crime, don't be like Ouma, kids /

♛ No, but like, if this were a bad cop good cop type situation, people would assume you're the bad one while Ouma's the good one. Oh are they in for a surprise. /though, neither of you are really bad

♛ After some time and consideration, he decides to join you on your missions. It starts off simple enough with being some part of your escape plan but develops into becoming your accomplice.

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angelasscribbles · 1 month

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Savage Love Chapter 37: Gone

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: R

Warnings: Mature themes, violence, guns

Word Count: 987

A/N: Wow, I can't believe it's been five months since I posted an update for this! I've known since before I started writing it back in December 2021 how it's going to end. This is the downside of having so many ideas.... I can't work on all of them at once.

That said, this is a bit shorter than my regular chapters, but I just needed to see what Drake was doing while Riley was in Hidar in her quest to take down the Via Imperii and Leo was in Rivala getting the shock of his life. The next chapter will bring everyone back together again in Cordonia.

A/N2: I realize it's been a while and readers may be confused with all the OC's in this chapter, so here's a rundown. Nick is Riley's ex-fiance and also another GIA agent. Frederico Sanchez is Nick's informant. Saguaro Laurent is the head of The Gladius Company. Lorenzo is not in this chapter but is mentioned as a loan shark to whom Tariq owed money and who, on Saguaro's orders, leveraged Tariq's gambling debt to get him to abduct Riley (Tariq failed and was murdered for his failure, Lorenzo is in custody at the palace). Rico Mendez is the son of a former mafia don who wants revenge for Riley using him to take down his father's organization.

My other stuff: Master List.

Series Premise: Agent Riley Brooks is undercover on assignment in New York when she has a one-night stand with a handsome, mysterious stranger. Both of them hiding their true identities, names are not exchanged. After one scorching night, they part ways, both returning to the duties they have pledged their lives to. Fast forward several months later and Agent Brooks is assigned a new case: investigate and infiltrate any Via Imperi influences in the small, Mediterranean country of Cordonia. Her cover? Posing as a suitor competing for the hand of the crown prince. Her way in? Civilian contractor and cyber security expert Maxwell Beaumont.

Drake…..

Nick and I arrived at the warehouse where we were meeting his contact in the Liberation Core. The one that had gotten me a meeting with the head of the Gladius Company.

The air in the dimly lit warehouse was thick with tension as we made our way through the maze of crates toward their rendezvous point. The echo of our footsteps ricocheted off the walls, adding to the sense of foreboding that permeated the atmosphere.

Nick's informant, a wiry man named Frederico Sanchez, stood waiting nervously near the entrance. His eyes darted back and forth, scanning for any signs of danger. As we approached, Sanchez straightened up and extended a shaky hand.

"Drake," Sanchez said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Nice to finally meet you. Nick here has told me a lot about you."

I nodded curtly, assessing Sanchez's demeanor. I could see the fear etched into the man's face, evidence of the high stakes involved in the mission. Time was of the essence; we needed to infiltrate The Gladius Company as quickly as possible.

"Likewise," I replied as I returned the man’s handshake. “Now let’s go over the plan before we meet with your guy.”

Being on the same page was crucial. If any of these guys got a whiff that this was a setup, we were both dead. Nick would stay in the surveillance van, ready as backup if necessary. He couldn’t be seen by Saguaro or any of the men he’d brought with him from New York. They’d recognize the GIA agent that had brought down their last organization in an instant.

We poured over the plan twenty times, looking for inconsistencies, committing our cover story to memory, and working out the kinks. When it was time to go, I waved goodbye to Nick and got in a nondescript sedan with Sanchez. A quick check-in with headquarters told me that they had picked up Lorenzo’s contact, but he wasn’t talking.

With any luck, we wouldn’t need him to. I was hoping to set eyes on Rico when I met with Saguaro. If he was there, I was giving the order to breach. I knew what Nick’s objective was, but I didn’t give two shits about arresting Saguaro Laurent. It was Rico I was after. The man that had sent a kidnapper, albeit a bad one, after the woman I love.

The American justice system had failed and released a known mobster, allowing him to slip through their security net. But he wasn’t in America anymore. He was on my turf, and I had a literal license to kill.

Rico Mendez would spend the rest of his life in a Cordonian prison, or he would die, and it didn’t matter much to me which one it was. All I cared about was getting him off the streets and keeping Riley safe.

We arrived at the rendezvous spot, but nothing went according to plan.

I found myself in another damn warehouse. This one was on the waterfront and, if our intel was correct, not far from the empty factory that was serving as headquarters for The Gladius Company.

We arrived first and waited. Saguaro and his men were late, which only served to ramp up the already rapidly percolating anxiety in the man at my side.

Sanchez was too damn twitchy. Saguaro picked up on it instantly. He barely glanced at me before fixing Sanchez with a piercing stare. “What’s the problem, Freddy?”

“What?” Sanchez tried to laugh it off. “Nothing. What do you mean?”

Saguaro’s flinty eyes squinted at him, then flicked to me as his hand went to his waist. I had my gun in my hand before he could pull his. “Don’t do it! I really don’t want to shoot anyone today, but I will if I have to. What’s the problem?”

Saguaro moved his hand away from his piece and put his arms in the air. A flash of metal in my periphery caught my attention. “Get down!” I hit the ground just a shot rang out. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go down.

Men scattered everywhere. We were outnumbered, but not for long. I could hear Nick in my earpiece giving the order to breach. Sanchez was hit. I drug him with me out of the line of fire, ducking behind a stack of metal barrels as the rat-a-tat-tat of machine gun fire spattered all around us.

“Hey, Laurent!” I craned my neck to peek around the barricade.

The only answer I got was more gunfire. I retreated back behind the stack of barrels for safety as my team poured into the building.

Now they were outnumbered, and the warehouse was surrounded. Less than fifteen minutes later, Saguaro and his men were cuffed and being loaded into the back of several guard-issue SUVs.

“Johnson, hold up!” I jogged quickly across the asphalt to intercept the lieutenant escorting the head of Gladius Company to one of the waiting vehicles. I grabbed him by his shirt and shoved him roughly up against the car. “Where’s Mendez? Was he with you?”

“Fuck you!” He lurched forward in an attempt to headbutt me, but this wasn’t my first rodeo. I snapped my head sideways, causing him to stumble forward.

I grabbed his shoulders to steady him, then brought my knee up hard into his gut. “I look forward to interrogating you, asshole.”

I beelined for the tactical van. Bursting into the mobile command center, I demanded, “Did we get Mendez?”

“Sorry, man, no,” Nick shook his head. “No sign of him. But the good news is, we got Saguaro and his second in command. There’s a second team sweeping their headquarters now. We successfully took The Gladius Company down!”

He was far too jubilant for what I considered a botched mission. I slammed out of the van with a huff. Goddamn it!

Rico was in the wind.

#savage love #agent riley brooks #captain drake walker #prince liam rys #trr fanfic #trr au #angelasscribbles #trr poly #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #trr #choices #liam rys #drake walker #choices fanfiction #playchoices fanfic #choices stories you play #drake walker x mc #liam rys x mc

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duckapus · 10 days

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So what I've taken away from this...

Wow so Mr. Puzzles really was just some crazy TV-Loving dude who happened to be in just the right universe where that would give him actual power, huh? Told you my theory would die in a fire.

As is typical of plot-important Showgrounds-Era episodes, Mario was barely relevant outside of the very beginning and the variety show bit. Hell, Luigi managed to have a bigger role than him despite having less screentime, half of which was literally a joke.

Hell yeah Clench give us Nothing

We still have no fucking idea what's up with that boarded up room.

WOOHOO WE'RE GETTING EPISODES THAT AREN"T JUST SMG4 AND MARIO DOES THINGS AGAIN!!!! As much as I love and will defend the 2017-onward stuff (classic-era purists can suck my pingas and then quit clogging the comments sections of every fucking video) I have admittedly missed the greater variety of the pre-2017 videos. In particular, Guards 'n [REDACTED], while unfortunately named, was pretty damn funny and surprisingly high-quality compared to what else was on the channel at the time.

...plus maybe if they have some episodes where they don't absolutely have to include Mario in some form he can start regaining relevancy in the episodes that are supposed to mainly be about him.

(I'm not kidding I feel like the admittedly inconsistent quality of the recent stuff can at least partially be attributed to the glitch team having Mario Burnout)

#smg4 #smg4 puzzlevision #puzzlevision spoilers #smg4 spoilers #in conclusion: i loved it! not the best thing in the world but i loved it!

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thattimdrakeguy · 4 months

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HOW NCUTI GATWA STOLE (THE SHOW AT) CHRISTMAS.

Gonna be honest, do not care how brash it sounds, Ncuti Gatwa is already my second favorite Doctor. A perfect mesh of fantastic performance and good writing.

Both him and RTD just deliver what's their in my head as the 'Doctor-y bits', the things that make any incarnation of the Doctor feel like the Doctor. The stuff that if lacking can make me not care for an incarnation, or really like an incarnation.

They nail that base of the character while adding new things to make the new incarnation unique and it's wonderful.

The Doctor is an enigmatic, scientist, time traveling, adventurer, investigator, that's so eccentric. And while some criticize RTD for making the Doctor's a bit too human, I personally think he's always been very good at writing Doctor's that feel like aliens who've been around humans for hundreds of years...which is who the Doctor is.

And it makes the Doctor so wonderful.

Never liked when people say some Doctor's don't feel alien...simply because they aren't standard socially awkward. 'Cause that always felt a bit unintentionally mean spirited. There's lots of human's that are bad at social cues and stuff. A lot of them are just plum Autistic. It doesn't make them alien.

RTD makes his Doctor's feel alien by the obvious experience the Doctor has that's above any possible human. Knowledges and sciences above what we human's even know. With enough eccentricities with the way they socialize that show they're so used to being around actual aliens that they're pleasantly surprised when something unusual shows up, and they're right at home alongside it.

Now all that stuff I described is almost constantly there...'cause it is the Doctor'y Bits, but it feels more pushed to the forefront with RTD. While other writers either don't make those the elements that stand out, or they write them in a way that feels...it's hard to describe...But sometimes that stuff is written in a way that feels parody. When I feel like the humor is natural 'cause, 'Who the hell can say they done all this'. It could be a directing or performance thing over writing. It's hard to pinpoint. While focusing too much on making the character quirky to the point they feel a bit too over-the-top to mesh, or possibly maybe even inconsistent with other parts of the characterization that's been established.

It's a magnificent balance in the latest special is what I'm saying.

And thanks to the beauty of the writing, Ncuti gets to play a three dimensional Doctor right off the back. His serious side, his silly side, his teasing side, his self-doubting size, his scientific side, his adventure loving side. It's all there, and he betrays it so convincingly. It somehow feels like he's already done a full season when this is his first episode as the main Doctor.

And the episode was a total breath of fresh air.

The first three specials were amazing, and already among my top favorite episodes of Doctor Who. But by nature they were an epilogue to a story already started. Which is what made them fantastic.

But on the differing side of the coin is this special, where it's to begin a new on, in a new era, in an episode that's a truly great starting point for new viewers that may not understand the sort of show Doctor Who is.

I've seen some people say it doesn't work as that 'cause it's goofy.

No it's perfect 'cause of that. You shouldn't watch Doctor Who not expecting camp sensibilities. Even at it's most serious, the show still has elements of camp, it's just rather or not it's intentional lmao

Also Millie Gibson is insanely convincing right away. I never seen her in anything, while keeping some faith, since so far RTD has been sort of my man when it comes to Doctor Who, I consistency enjoy his choices. But like, wow, she was genuinely the stand-out to me, above even Ncuti in some ways, because obviously the Companion isn't going to be as naturally interesting as the Doctor is, since the Companion is supposed to be a more average person, while the Doctor is...the Doctor. To make the companion stand out as much as the Doctor is insanely hard...especially when Ncuti is a show stealer by showing up alone from his charisma.

Her performance was amazing though.

I've never been so impressed by a companion's performance (Anymore so than another) before like I was with Millie.

#Doctor Who #Ncuti Gatwa #Fifteenth Doctor #The Fifteenth Doctor #Millie Gibson #Ruby Sunday

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punsmaster69 · 5 months

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20/NOV/20XX

[The handwriting is almost unreadable, and trails off at some points. Today's date doesn't seem to have been marked by Sans, but someone else.]

wow. uh,

sort of

not sure what happened

at all.

flowey's next to me in here for some reason.

yesterday i was.. with alphys, last i knew.

building some attachment for mettaton.

we were talking about th

nevermind i

don't have

time, i don't think.

to write that

hurts

pretty bad

not s'posed to have negative thoughts.

flowey's saying something but

i can't tell what over the ringing in my skull.

i was fine

and

i can be, again

just have to stay here, for a while

and it'll

when i wake up it'll be

just fine.

only need to lay down for a bit.

they're used to me sleeping a lot, anyway.

and i

know that if i do,

i could

not get back up.

i know.

think about what paps said,

i got up before.

got up now, didn't i?

besides.

don't have any choice except to hope.

hey.

i'm real tired.

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 tired.

i'll... see everyone tomorrow, alright?

don't cancel anything on account of this.

flowey.

let everyone know for me, will you?

i know you'll read this.

——

[The handwriting is dainty, if not a little inconsistent.]

...

This idiot.

WHY.

Of all the things you could have done.

You could scream, shout, anything! Anything at all to let SOMEONE know what's wrong. Instead, you choose this stupid NOTE, still worrying about everyone else instead?!

You're an idiot.

...

I did see it, but this is still a stupid way of getting it out.

Now I have to call Papyrus, and tell him to come back early because his dumbass brother woke up!

Just to write in this thing.

This skeleton's a—

WHAT THE HELL.

WHAT. WHY.

He's still asleep, right?

What.

He's-

Why am I writing this?!

[This page and a few others are wrinkled, like the journal was thrown to the side.]

#journal #undertale #sans #flowey #sans and flowey

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guckies · 4 months

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Okay wow guess I’ll just take my anon off then since y’all wanna try to bully me there

But semi-canon is still canon like what?

ElQuackity has some lore going on there based on the announcement stream and by the fact that they had the eye workers walking around quesadilla and then kidnapping residents.

I’m not whining you just think I am because I’m not hyping up your fav. The code attack had now made clear inconsistencies with the story since tubbo was attacked and bad and eggs know about it when they shouldn’t have been there to be attacked or know in the first place since they are kidnapped. In my opinion the admins have made a plot hole with the code attack.

Also I did speak a bit about Bad having lore because him being kidnapped would mean he or the eggs he told shouldn’t know about the code attack. I didn’t speak about Bagi because from what I have seen she was only on one day and didn’t have any sort of lore/relationship building happen.

What is actually aggravating is the fact that there are others who aren’t on the server because admins have asked them not to. That really want to be on yet can’t because their comeback lore hasn’t happened. So why does everyone else who is meant to be kidnapped get special treatment and are allowed to be on the server.

Just say you’re biased to tubbo and fuck off. Cause it’s just plain wrong to have people be gone for lore reasons and not allow them on the server yet make a whole lore reason for others who are taking part in a qsmp event and still allow them to play.

#qsmp neg #tubbo neg #bbh neg #<- tag for just in case #wasn’t all the asks btw just wanted to show the ones that weren’t bad

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F - The Fear

Synopsis: Quincies probably needed something to do when they weren't busy invading the soul society.

Characters: Äs Nödt, gn!reader (not exactly a pairing but eh)

Content warnings: mentions of fear (i mean duh), ominous non-verbal threats, light mention of assault, description of mild gore (Äs' mouth), Äs fucking chasing you like you're a damn prey. This is kind of DARK CONTENT. Read at your own risk

Notes: WOW look who emerged from the fucking dead with content for the first time since what, february? I'm so inconsistent and I'd like to apologize to those poor souls who follow me.

Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears. The sound seems to merge with the sound of your hurried footfalls as you run. Your lungs burn; your muscles ache for a rest. The adrenaline and lactic acid courses through your veins in a sick tandem.

Yet, no matter how far you run, how fast you run, it never leaves you. You haven't looked back to see if he was following you, but the feeling is still there. The feeling that makes your heart drum against your ribcage in pure panic. The feeling that makes your surroundings seem blurry, yet makes you all too aware of them. The feeling that has your throat tightening up so much that you can barely squeeze out squeaks of terror as you run for your life.

You can feel the way your limbs shake. Adrenaline and pure, primal fear should enable you to run like never before; to become swift enough to evade death itself. So why, oh why, does the flat ground beneath you feel so unsteady? Why do your ankles wobble with each footfall? Why do your hands tremble with each pump of your arms? And why did you not notice the corner you had run yourself straight into?

You're forced to a stop when you realize that there's nowhere else to run. Or maybe it's your brain that resorted to the mentaily of a prey you once were, millennias ago; meak and unable to evade its fate, no matter how much it fought back.

You can't even look behind you to face your predator. You know he's there; you hear his muffled, unhurried footsteps. You feel his presence. And the unfathomable fear that it instills in you.

He chuckles at your terror; of course he does. You don't expect any less from him. However, there's something a lot more scary to you than this man simply laughing at your fear. And that's what he has planned for you. While his stature isn't exactly imposing, there's something about his demeanour. Like he knows he's dangerous. And that's enough for you to fear him. To fear what he could do to you. The endless possibilities run through your head as quickly as you had ran earlier to try and evade him.

Unable to keep him out of your sight for fear of the unknown and the unexpected, your eyes flit towards him. The man is tall. Slender, with dark features that create a haunting contrast with his pale skin. His head is tilted to the side in an angle that's just enough to make him look disconcertingly creepy. His black eyes, that seem just a tad too big to be human, bore into yours. You can't see the bottom of his face, since he sports a black mask, but you just know he's smiling, or grinning smugly. Like nothing could satisfy more than the utter terror you harbor for him.

"Are you afraid?" He asks. His voice seems to ring throughout your head rather than in the air around you. It has your skin errupting into goosebumps. Or maybe that's because of this brand new feeling that just surrounded you; that of being held at gunpoint. Or something similar. Nevertheless, you can't find it within you to answer him.

Nothing about his posture had changed. Neither of you had moved, yet you feel this brand new sense of imminent danger surrounding you. You can't see anything, but it's as if there was instinctually something there. Something dangerous. It's the same feeling you get sometimes when you're in a dark room alone, when you're unsure if you're truly alone.

The man's eyes crinkle a bit at the corners. His smile underneath his mask must have broadened as he took in the way your face fell a little at the threat that must have been invisible to you.

You can't help but flinch when the man slowly brings a hand towards his face -- you only now noticed just how sharp his nails are. Those could potentially slit your throat if he so desired, you're certain of it. His fingers hook into his mask. And just as abruptly as he pulls it down to reveal the part of his face that was unknown to you until now, you feel something snap within you.

It nearly feels like you've been impaled, but you know you haven't; you couldn't have, because there was nothing for you to be impaled by. Or, well, there was nothing that you could see. Still, there's this sharp feeling within you. Like that of having been jumpscared, but it doesn't leave. It festers within you, and it sends your mind into pure, terrified frenzy. Your heart races and your rationality goes totally out the window. Your eyes land on the dark man's face and it does absolutely nothing to calm you down.

In fact, you completely freeze when you gaze upon the horror in front of you. The man doesn't have lips; his teeth and gums are bared, exposed to the air that seems to still around you. They're visibly dried out and cracked here and there due to the lack of moisture around his gums that constant laps of his tongue can't provide. The muscles in his cheeks pull nonetheless, as if trying to coax a smile out of him despite his lack of lips. It only creates a haunting grimace.

He may not have lips, but the sadistic glint in his eyes says it all; he's having the time of his life terrorizing you. He's so utterly enthralled with literally chasing you into a corner and reducing you to a small, quaking, terrorized ball of anxiety.

You can't take it any longer. You just want to leave. One way or another. Your head spins and the corners of your vision darken for a split second, and you dread what it hints at. The last thing you want is to become even more vulnerable to this man. But you want to leave. You want to leave. You need to leave. You want to get away from him. To get away from this overwhelming fear.

And despite what may happen to you after your vision fades, you can't help but cherish the sweet release of unconsciousness.

#bleach #bleach fanfiction #äs nödt #as nodt #bleach as nodt #bleach äs nödt #as nodt x reader #äs nödt x reader #gn!reader #as nodt x gn!reader #äs nödt x gn!reader #bleach x reader

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53 and 55 for d/azai and ch/uuya (the sick one 👁👁) perhaps please if you would like… <3

Thank you so much for the ask/request!! These have been so fun hahaha~~ I did get just a touch angsty/fever heavy towards the end, so hopefully that's alright, I promise it's not super serious! I also did want to include a little french, and while I did take it in school, I remember less than nothing, soooo this is all thanks to google, therefore I apologize for anything inconsistent/incorrect! [ Putain de merde = Holy shit ] [ À tes souhaits = Bless you ] [ Merde = Shit ] [ Je dois = I've got to ] 2.1k words, prompts 53 and 55, story under the cut! ~Part Two/Continuation Post Here~ 53. "Bless you?" 55. "You sound awful." (References to mild violence, high fevers, and swearing just in case anyone doesn't like any of those!)

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Dazai is nothing if not observant. There is hardly a single detail in any given encounter he hasn’t seen, or predicted. Which is why he finds it almost insulting that people always insist on ‘hiding things’ from him. Especially his former partner.

‘Chuuya still seems to believe, incorrectly and against all odds, that I won’t notice if somethings wrong. Something such as the cough he was suppressing that was shaking his frail little form. Or the pink tint around his nose. The nose he couldn’t stop touching throughout our encounter.’

This is how Dazai came to be leaning against a wall outside a pharmacy. And if it just so happens to be the pharmacy a certain hat-adorned Mafioso frequents, wouldn’t that be a strange coincidence. ‘Any minute now, don’t keep me waiting- Ah. Here we go~.’

Chuuya steps out of the store, a gloved hand pinching his rapidly trembling nose. ‘He must have been trying not to sneeze the whole time he was in the store. Aw~! That’s just adorable. It’s practically famous within the Port Mafia that our dear Chibi can’t hold back to save his little, tiny, life. Well, time to announce myself!’ Dazai smirks, pushing off the wall and stepping into Chuuya’s line of sight.

“Chuuuuuya~! What a surprise, running into you here!”

“heH’EK- fuck!”

“Uh, bless you?”

“Damn it you idiot, you scared it away.”

Dazai lets his mouth twitch, a smile threatening to break through at the look of annoyance on Chuuya’s face, nose practically twitching with unreleased tickles. He snapped his hand away from his face the second he saw Dazai, but they both know he’s just itching to bring it back up, pun intended. ‘Oh this will be even more fun then I’d foreseen.’

“S- scared away the sneeze..? Is even Chuuya’s nose easily startled?”

“Eh?! I- You- oh whatever. What the fuck ar- hahEHhh… hePT-!huhh… Damn it- What are you doing here, Dazai?”

It’s practically a growl, and Dazai doesn’t miss the way Chuuya’s hand twitches as he presses it firmly into a fist against his side. ‘You wanna rub so badly, don’t you? I wonder how long you’ll be able to hold out. Judging by that glaze coating your eyes, I’d say not long, but hey, I out of anyone know how stubborn you can be. Shall we test your resolve, Chuuya~?’

“I was just passing through this part of town, and happened to notice the sky starting to look a tad cloudy, so I figured I’d duck under a nice dry roof! Just so happens to be of a pharmacy- say, what is Chuuya doing in a pharmacy anyways?”

“Nothing.”

“Wow, you bought a bag just for nothing? Seems a bit of a waste.”

Chuuya’s eyes roll, teeth clenching as he snarls, both of them knowing that any other time, he would have aimed a punch at Dazai for that. 'And we both know why you didn't. Little preoccupied there, Chuuya?' Dazai studies him carefully, noticing the way his mouth is starting to twitch right along with his nose, the itch seemingly spreading across his whole face.

“I bought some pain medication, alright? I get hurt a lot in this job, and I was running low.”

“Doesn’t the Port Mafia supply the good stuff? Why settle for cheap store bought?”

“I- I jus- Why do you even care! Doesn’t the ‘great Dazai’ have better things to do?”

“Awe~ You think I’m great? Chuuya~ you flatter me!”

Chuuya opens his mouth to retort, but what falls out instead of a cough that he quickly attempts to suppress, ducking into his hand and spinning on his heel, away from Dazai. ‘It’s a futile effort, I can still clearly see your body shaking. I think you know that.’

“Oh Chuuya, are you not feeling well?”

“Sh- huHh-! Really? Of all the times to come bahhHh- back… hePT’NNSHH’oo-! hAh’IZZSHHAA-! heHh… AhHH-! ahH’YZZSHH’iuh-!”

“Bless you.”

“Shut up, bandage factory. J- just leave me alone, I have things to do.”

Dazai notices the roughness of Chuuya’s voice as he lowers it, adding a growl in an attempt to make it seem intentional. ‘You must be feeling worse than I thought, a couple sneezes and a cough shouldn’t be enough to wreck your throat. Unless, of course, you’ve been doing it non-stop for days.’

“Well my schedule is completely clear, so I think I’ll just hang out with Chuuya for awhile! Where are we going next?”

“There is absolutely not a ‘we’. I am going back to my apartment. Alone.”

“Aw- come on, don’t be like that!”

“Ge- hehHh… get lost… hH’KZZZSHH’iuh-! Fucking… Ehh’knGSHH’aa-!”

“Double blessings for the double sneeze! Keep up the doubles and you’ll start sounding like me.”

“A fate worse than death, truly.”

Dazai clutches his chest, an arm draping across his face in mock hurt, making sure to keep one eye trained on the shorter man. ‘He’s practically trembling. It’s chilly out, but not enough for that reaction, especially not for someone like him. It’s most likely a fever, but it could just be exhaustion. I’ll need an excuse to get in close to check.’

“You wound me!”

“I’d certainly like to. hah’gNNShh’aa-! hh’ETZZSHH’iuh-!”

“Quite a threat, if only you could back it up. Alas, I fear this illness has reduced you to the level of a mere goon. Certainly not an executive in the elite Port Mafia.”

The words work exactly how he’d planned, a closed fist hitting Dazai squarely in the chest as the shorter man lunges at him, giving Dazai every opportunity to let his hand brush against Chuuya’s forehead. ‘He’s burning up. With the clouds gathering faster than I’d foreseen, I’d better get him off the street and fast, otherwise we’re looking at an outcome I’d rather avoid.’ A grunt breaks free from Dazai’s throat as Chuuya finishes the attack with a kick right to his gut.

“That feel like a sick man’s blow? Didn’t think so. D- damn it… hAhhHh-!”

Dazai pauses, leaning back against the wall to watch the show unfold. Chuuya has a gloved hand gripping his nose once more, eyes starting to gloss over as they lose focus. His hand is trembling, eyes starting to water. ‘Tsk tsk. We both know you can’t hold this back, are you really going to break your nose in an attempt to? Sorry, I just can’t have that.’

“Even Akutagawa can punch harder than that, Chuuya.”

“Eh?!”

Chuuya’s eyes snap to him, his hand wavers, and just like that, Dazai knows he’s won. The loss in focus, even for a second, is enough to give Chuuya’s nose the upper hand, its twitching visible from between the cracks in his fingers. ‘Checkmate.’

“ih’KNXT’chh-!”

Dazai bites back a wince at the way the stifle seems to scrape at Chuuya’s throat, a hiss escaping through his clenched teeth as his breath catches once more. ‘Bad idea, Chuuya. You know that’s just gonna make you-’

“eH’KnGT’chhh-! inGT’chh-! GNT’chh-! heHh… dTnxxgt’chhh-! hH’KNgT’choo-! hEH’INGSHH’AA-!”

‘And there it is.’

“You gon-”

“AAISHHH’OO-! ATSHH’AA-! hH’INGSHH’AA-! heh’ASSHH’iuh-!”

“-gonna live, Chuuya?”

“hNGGSHH’OO-! Shut- nnMMGSHHH’AA-! Shut up- hH’INMSHHH’IUH-! S- slug… heAhh-!”

A deep chest soaked cough starts pouring out between the sneezes, rattling Chuuya to his bones, and sending chills down Dazai’s back. He nearly flinches as Chuuya falls against the wall, using it to study him as the wet coughs shake through his lungs. He manages to catch his breath, tears freely flowing down his cheeks, just to have it sucked out of him again as another round of sneezing starts up.

“hEH’NNGSHH’AA-! eh’KETSCHhh’iuh-! heP’TZZSHH’aa-! Putain de merde!”

“Doing french, are we? Well then, À tes souhaits, Chibi.”

“Whatev-”

The hoarse quality of Chuuya’s voice, barely above a whisper causes them both to pause, a wince escaping across Dazai’s features before he can mask it. Chuuya’s eyes widen, the panic in them seeming to seep into Dazai’s very soul. They stand for a minute, eyes locked, before Chuuya straightens his into a glare once more.

“You sound awful.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m just saying. You should really have taken some medicine for that.”

“That.. was the plan.. before you.. interrupted me..”

Dazai can’t help but grimace at the harsh whisper, Chuuya attempting to lower his voice to a growl to make it sound intentional, but they both know no one’s buying it. ‘I really need to get him home and get him to take some medication. If he gets caught in the rain like this, it’ll be bad.’

Making sure to catch Chuuya’s eye, Dazai lets his hand slip into his pocket, pulling a dose of medication out, the kind you won’t find at any pharmacy. He smirks at the flash of desire that Chuuya doesn’t manage to hide.

“Whoops, guess that one’s my bad. In that case, this will just have to go to waste, I suppose. Since you have your own, and I was so rudely uninvited to your apartment.”

“You.. can’t be uninvited.. to something you.. weren’t invited to.. in the first place.. hH’RSHH’AA-! oww…”

They both flinch at the sneeze, Dazai letting his concentration slip for just a second. However, a second is all Chuuya needs, planting a roundhouse kick on Dazai’s arm as he snatches the vial, taking a swig before sticking it in his own pocket. Dazai raises an eyebrow at this, cheshire smile painted across his face, but a hint of something much more genuine in his eyes.

“What aggression Chuuya! You should really try some anger management classes to get that rage under control.”

“I didn’t have.. anger issues.. until I had the misfortune.. of meeting you..”

“Oh yes~. You were just a ray of sunshine when I first met you! Definitely no thinly repressed rage bubbling just below the surface that boiled over every time anything happened.”

“Oi.. are you trying.. to get punched again.. jackass..? eH’KtSHH’iuh-! Christ.. hASHHH’AA-!”

“Save your energy, you’ll need it. And besides, I’ve taken quite enough of a beating today.”

Chuuya doesn’t respond, ‘Electing to save your voice too, are you? Smart, given how quickly it’s fading’ but he does give Dazai a nasty look, raising his hand to scrub at his nose once more. Dazai feels a swell of concern in his chest at how unashamed his former partner has grown about his rapidly increasing symptoms. ‘The medicine should kick in within the hour… but I doubt you’ll make it home on your own before then.’

“huh’KKSHH’AA-! hEIYYSHHH’iuh-! nNGT’chh-! eh’INGT’chhh-! M- merde… Je d- dois… ehH’hEZZSHH’aihh-!”

A hand is casually raised as Chuuya attempts to cover, aiming for his shoulder with a hazy look that isn’t like him. ‘Damn it, I was hoping to avoid this outcome-’ Dazai manages to think, getting cut off, just as he foresaw, as Chuuya collapses into himself. A strong grasp catches the smaller man, Dazai letting out a huff at the weight suddenly in his arms.

“Easy there, still with me?”

A weak nod is his response, the glassy nature of Chuuya’s eyes suggesting the fever has grown worse. Touching his forehead, Dazai winces again at the heat, ‘Definitely gotten worse. The game is over, I’m taking you home now.’ Without a word, he lifts Chuuya into his arms, not missing the grunt he gets in response.

“You can fight me, and risk falling on your face, or you can just let me help you.”

Chuuya growls, but lets his eyes flutter shut, ducking away from Dazai and into his shoulder as another set of exhausted sneezes tears out of him.

“heh’nNKjschh’uhh-! ah’mmKNschh’uhh-! hehHhh-! hEH’IZZSHH’iuhh-! Guhh..”

“Bless you. Can you stand, or shall I carry you?”

Dazai easily dodges the fist aimed his way, but doesn’t miss the way Chuuya shakes at the force of his own weight. Without a word, he moves Chuuya’s arm back over his shoulders, letting the man lean against him. There’s a certain level of unease when someone’s relying on you to walk, and yet, with the two of them, this is an all-too-familiar sensation.

“Let’s get you home, partner. The medication will kick in soon.”

“Not.. your partn-”

“Save your voice, it’s physically painful for me to listen to you. I can feel my own throat starting to ache.”

A dirty look is shot his way before Chuuya’s eyes flutter shut once more, not even bothering to turn his head away, instead aiming the sneezes towards the ground in front of them. Dazai grimaces, not from the possibility of germs, instead, entirely from the concern that washes through him at the lack of shame.

“heH’DTZSHH’AA-! AIISHH’oo-! ehh’gnSHHH’iuh-!”

“Bless you.”

“Save.. your breath.. stupid Dazai..”

“Hey, at least you still have that temper! I’d be really worried if that was gone.”

“Just.. take me home..”

Dazai lets a smile wash over his face, a warmth replacing the panic in his chest as Chuuya leans into his touch as they start the journey. ‘I’ll keep you safe, partner. Leave it to me.’

Without a word spoken between them, he knows he was heard and understood, just as he understands the response.

‘I trust you.’

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you for the requestttt this was so fun to write #hopefully its okay that its a bit angsty haha #i dont think its TOO bad but i was just in that mood when writing #also i might possibly do a follow up with what happens once they get there #if anyones interested!! or even just if IM interested haha #but if anyone bothers to read this and wants to see that let me know and ill do it~~#snz #snzkink #b/sd #c/huuya #d/azai #s/oukoku #they are my beloveds so id be thrilled to write more for them

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