#'i'm upset none but it's hardly fun'

[richestguyonmercury]

Relax, I'm just having fun, but if it upsets you so much then I guess I'm done.

Anyway, you're lucky, unlike Kiiro and Midori, people will understand what you're saying.

"Ah, brothers of misfortuned fate..

Though the former is hardly a brother.

Enough with these silly charades:

What ill has come down on another?"

[dayurno]

my advice for anyone whos growing more and more frustrated with the state of aftg and fandom at large is that arguing is fun but you need to be happy. ok. you need to. its hard when bad faith takes are dropped to your doorstep but you need to be happy and enjoy yourself and have fun or there's no point in anything at all ever. ok. fandom is not real and nothing is worth more than your enjoyment. i love you please make sure to have fun and reach out to a friend today. for me

[umbra-borealis]

Saw cool art IMMEDIATELY followed by that person rattling about the how 'bad the 2014 Thief gameplay is' and I'm sorry but that is the worst fucking take I've ever seen in my life.

I'm currently playing through the original trilogy and I won't be finishing the first two games because of how ass the controls are. Maybe it's just not for me and that's fine but that doesn't mean the entire game is bad. I'm so sick of this absolute garbage of an excuse not to give a game a chance because 9 out of 10 times they're not talking about the 'gameplay' and I don't think they are now because playing through Deadly Shadows literally made me go 'oh shit so that's where 2014 got it from' multiple times.

This goes for all videogames, stop being a dick. Stop being so unnecessarily aggressive in your opinion towards media because if you were a bit hit personally by me earlier calling the Thief 1 and 2 controls ass, that's my point, not fun is it? I've been saying this for YEARS but PLEASE just say 'I didn't like it' and keep it at that or slap it behind a read more or something. Just going 'it's bad it's bad' is not a review, feedback nor critique. People who love that thing don't wanna see it and to see it in a tag FOR that thing is worse. I go to that tag to find other people who like the same thing, not you ranting about how much you hate it.

[gatitties]

Hello! I have an imagine or idea rather than a request, and I love the way you write y/n in your blog because your y/n is much more relatable yk. Like more of a realist instead of an idealist. I'm talking about tokrev y/n because that's the only fandom in this blog I'm familiar with :)

Tokrev imagine, Bonten realizing that fem!bonten!reader doesn't age at ALL:

Don't you know that some people who look older than their age is known to keep the same face when they're older? Imagine that when you're in Kanto Manji like most of the Bonten executives except Takeomi people mistake you for being older than your age. Now that you're in Bonten and you grow older, your face DOESN'T CHANGE at all when it's obvious that your male colleagues are aging. Like their faces getting sharper and the worst thing? HAIR LOSS. Especially that you chose to dress more casually than your formal looking colleagues so people thought that you're younger than them. I can honestly see envy from Ran.

─Bonten x fem!reader

─Summary: Your face always made people add years to your age, but now it seems like you're stuck in eternal youth for that very reason.

─Warnings: none

Oh ty!, I'm glad you identify with the y/n I write, although I don't think they're that realistic either 😔✋🏻 (this was fun to write btw)

─ You come from a small town on the outskirts of Tokyo, you have innate brute strength from working in the fields with your family, which also made you have a little harder features and your skin aged a little more.

─ Everyone always added years to your true age, so you weren't too upset when your new group of friends (Kanto Manji) thought you were older.

─ Once you corrected their thoughts about your age, they didn't stop coming and going with jokes, they would always look at them with a frown, although it was only for annoy you, they also told you that if you continued frowning your age would increase and you would look like an old witch being so young.

─ Instead you made fun of their baby faces, especially Mikey, Rin and Kokonoi, being the ones who seemed smaller to your eyes.

─ Hanma will always take advantage of the moment to call you old or ruin a date, confusing the person you're with about your age.

─ Ran will joke that you are a milf.

─ Shion, Sanzu and Mochizuki won't mess with you much, but they will always make a sarcastic comment against you if the situation gives them the opportunity to do so.

─ Oh but the wait was pleasant, as the years went by, your face hardly changed, however, you couldn't say the same about the boys, while some left and others joined when creating Bonten, they all grew older.

─ Of course joking about age with Takeomi was too easy considering that in fact, he was the oldest of all, so you kept him out of your sarcasm.

─ However, you enjoyed seeing the Hatani brothers' angry faces when you got many more dates than them in their own brothels.

─ It was as if you had not aged, you remained fresh as a rose while they used hair dye to cover some premature gray hair.

─ Your jokes about bald people have no end when it comes to Sanzu and Mikey because of the amount of dye they use, the Haitani are not immune to your sarcasm either.

─ The only ones that hold up better are Kakucho and Kokonoi, so for the moment you don't mess with them much, just wait a couple of years…

─ You are not spiteful, but returning the jokes that were made to you years ago is gratifying!

─ Say hello and smile like a lady when you hold your partner's hand while they watch from afar, rubbing it in their faces that they can't get hoes.

─ Rin was so worried about the wrinkles that began to appear on his face that one night he broke into your house to ask you for skincare routine advice.

─ Overnight you became a beautician for a group of gangsters, not all of them were interested in taking care of their skin, but at the moment there was nothing better to do.

─ The wars over youth and old age ended in a truce of tutorials on how to soften the face, care for and maintain glowing skin, recommend many hair products and share advice they see online from trusted influencers.

─ Although now a new fight began about who had the best routine and a bet on who would last best until you were sixty, you didn't want to ruin their morale, but you were a clear winner.

[alice-after-dark]

A Twist on the Standard RadioStatic

Not gonna call this a headcanon just yet, but it's a concept that has been swimming around in my brain.

Standard RadioStatic tends to go something like this: Alastor and Vox were friends, Vox caught feelings and confessed to Alastor, Alastor rejected him and fucked off for 7 years, Vox is now bitter and obsessed (insert details and personal preferences as you will).

Now while I typically think the falling out was both their faults (see this post), I have read some fascinating takes on alternative ideas to this norm and it has given me some thoughts (I am sure this is far from original, but screw you I'm having fun).

TW for abusive relationships, possessive/controlling behavior, victim blaming, and other canon-typical triggers. Contains abusive StaticMoth.

So imagine...it's Alastor who catches feelings. And he has no idea what to do with them. All he really understands is that he likes being around Vox and dislikes being away from Vox and he GREATLY dislikes anyone else showing any interest in Vox (more than one Sinner has been devoured for such a daring offense). He does not enjoy these feelings, no thank you sir. They make him confused and flustered and off balance and that is simply unacceptable. Of course this is Alastor, so he doesn't really process that what he's feeling is love. It translates more into a possessiveness in his mind. As far as he's concerned, Vox is his. What that means...best not to think too hard on it. It's hardly an issue anyways, with Vox always by his side like an excited puppy.

Until he's not.

Valentino slithers his way into the picture and this makes Alastor furious. Valentino is everything he hates; he's abusive, chauvinistic, disrespectful, and utterly full of himself. He can't stand that Vox is giving this walking shit stain the time of day. Vox learns very quickly not to bring up the moth demon around Alastor because he can fucking feel the hostility coming off Alastor in waves whenever he does (he doesn't understand why, of course. Val is perfectly charming to him. Okay, so maybe he loses his temper every once in a while every other fucking day and says some nasty things but he always apologizes...). And fuck forbid they are ever in the same vicinity. Vox has had to come between them on more than one occasion to stop a fight from breaking out. This of course only makes Alastor even more hostile because why is Vox protecting that wretched excuse for a demon? These encounters usually end with Alastor angrily taking his leave of both of them for the rest of the day. He ignores that so very loud part of his mind that protests leaving Vox alone with Valentino.

The breaking point comes when Alastor sees Vox's cracked screen for the first time.

Vox insists it was an accident, that Valentino didn't mean to. They just got into a small argument and Val can get pretty animated when he's upset and he didn't mean to shove Vox like that and it was Vox's fault anyways for continuing to push when he knew Val was mad he should have just given him space and Alastor is not listening anymore. He's heard this song and dance before. He's seen it played out before his very eyes. He will have none of it and WHY THE FUCK WILL VOX NOT JUST LET HIM KILL THIS FUCKING MOTH?!

Alastor loses his shit. He goes on a tirade about Valentino. This is not the mere hostile exchange of barbs Vox has seen between them before. This is pure unadulterated vitriol. Vox always knew that Alastor and Val didn't get along, but Alastor has never once let him see this absolute hatred he has been harboring for the moth demon. He has never seen Alastor's demeanor break like this before. He flat out demands Vox to never see Valentino again. They start to argue. Vox doesn't understand what is happening.

"Why the fuck do you think you get a say in who I'm friends with?!"

"B̃ͦͧEC̸͎ͯ̓̀Ą̨̼̠ͧ͜͝U͉̟͎̔ͩS͐E Y̢̦͂O̸͖U͗'̿ͮͪ̒̐_R͎͗̉̒Ḙ̑ M̵͔̱͂́ͭI̳N̯̲̝ͯ̄E̳̤͎ͯ̓ͬ͜!͙̪"

"I'm...what the fuck?!"

Because Vox doesn't understand what Alastor is saying. Fuck, Alastor doesn't understand what he's saying. He just wants Vox as far away from Valentino as possible and Vox is just not listening. Why won't he fucking listen?! And then it click with Alastor what he just said to Vox and the panic starts to set in and he feels vulnerable and exposed and he's not even sure why but he doesn't like it and it needs to stop now so he does what Alastors do best. He attacks the cause of those feelings.

He starts mocking Vox. Viciously. Goes for every weak point, every crack, every loose thread. He tears into him, shredding him down and spitting out the refuse. Did Vox really think he cared about him? That he was special? That he was ever anything more than a source of amusement? How fucking hilarious.

Vox attacks him and the rest is very messy history.

TLDR Alastor basically confessed in a very Alastor way because what are feelings and well fuck he's eating them, then panicked and proceeded to handle his vulnerability in a very Alastor way, Vox took what he said at face value and did not react well to being insulted, and Alastor took it as a rejection (even though he didn't entirely understand that that's what he was feeling).

[chaifootsteps]

it looks like blackgryphon edited the pinned comment to from 'would jeopardize his role as Striker' to 'would be a conflict of interest', though the implication is still the same

there was another comment that was awarded a heart though that I just thought was poignant (you have to scroll down a bit to see it - I've preserved the typos for authenticity's sake, not to make fun of anyone):

"it's not that we think she's [Viv] a bad person necessarily, more that it definitely feels like you guys have been treated like you don't exist. There would be no show without you guys, at all, an the fact that you had to put together your own send off video while Viv hasn't said a damn word about you guys is upsetting for us. It's like it was full steam ahead for the show, let's just not tell everyone about the casting until it's released. You guys as a voice cast were an enormous part of what made Hazbin so special, it didn't need a massive broadway ramp up but if they were gonna do it the least they could've done was give you guys a spot somewhere at the premier or ANTHING so we could seen you ourselves one last time. If none of you are truly upset about how things went down, I'm genuinely so glad about that I'm glad you guys are okay with it all. But to us as outsiders it's definitely seemingly more and more like you guys were pushed off to the side the second Viv got the opportunity for bigger actors. I certainly wouldn't turn down Alex Brightman but to replace all of you seems real cold."

there's a lot of comments in that vein - even putting it in the politest way possible, it's hard for the OG cast to avoid painting the picture that the 'it was a studio decision' was just a convenient narrative that enabled Viv to discard everyone who helped get her where she is with less heat than she would have had, had Spindle come out and admitted that it was always about getting Broadway stars in and the unpaid labour and love the original cast put into it wasn't even worth a place at the premiere. there's no nice way to spin that, since that's exactly what happened and the implications are obvious

there are some unusual things about the drama surrounding Hazbin, but 'person with Hollywood dream screws over friends, fans and the people who got them there' is hardly new or unique. it's probably the most unremarkable thing about all the drama surrounding the show yet for some reason fans struggle to believe it despite all the other reasons for the recasting being disproven at this point

It's because the truth hurts. It hurts terribly, and if Viv stans weren't making everything worse and being shitty to people, you could almost sympathize with them for not wanting to believe it.

[lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie]

Merry Christmas, Janus

Summary: After the gift exchange, Janus returns to the Dark Side of the Mindpalace to relax and reflect. As he picks up his new socks, he finds a second gift from Roman…maybe he really should have laid off of the wine.

Pairings: None, background prinxiety if you squint

Warnings: WINE/ALCOHOL MENTION, NO COMFORT, I GUESS?

(A/N: So I'm posting this really, REALLY late because I had no energy to finish this but I finally do!)

When Logan had invited him and Remus to this year’s gift exchange with the whole Fam-ILY, Janus hadn’t expected things to go the way they did. Yes, he might have downed a few glasses as he refused to show up sober. He didn’t want to have to remember such a warm and soft event. He didn’t to have to hear all the sappy shit coming from those Light side dorks. Especially from Patton. Janus especially did NOT want to deal with Virgil and Roman while he was sober.

            Speaking of the prince, Janus finds himself glancing over at the Creative side. Roman was currently curled up on the couch with Virgil, babbling away as he showed the anxious side his twenty-dollar bill with his face on it. Virgil chuckled, lounging against Roman’s side, and saying something Janus could care less about. Though…something twists in Janus’ stomach as he watches the two of them get cozy, Roman wrapping an arm around Virgil who nuzzles him. Gross.

            Janus watches them a little longer before turning away. He finishes his remaining wine and makes the mug vanish as he tries to ignore his still throbbing cheek from the bitch-slap earlier. Yeah, he probably deserved it though. The lying side then glances at Roman and Virgil again, glancing away when Virgil suddenly glares at him. Janus doesn’t know when, but Virgil has been acting like the prince’s guard dog and hardly ever leaves his side. Huffing, Janus turns to Remus.

“Remus, get up. We’re going home.” Janus hisses.

Remus looks up from where he’s sitting on the floor with his air-fryer. Somehow, Remus has managed to put several substances and a stick of deodorant in it.

“Already?” he whines. “But I wanna stay! I’m making dinner!”

Janus cringes at the chunky slop in the air-fryer bucket.

“We already had dinner. You can bring that home and play with it all you want there.”

Remus pouts and unplugs his appliance, tucking the bucket back in.

“Boo, you’re no fun, you Scrooge.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to be here. It’s getting too sappy for my liking.”

“Fiiine.” Remus then turns to the rest of the room. “Hey, dorks! We’re dipping out. Snakey here is getting grouchy.”

Janus huffs.

“Thanksss, Remusss…” he hisses.

            After what felt like an hour of goodbyes, thank yous, and Christmas wishes as well as a good riddance from Roman and Virgil, Janus and Remus finally sank out and returned home. As soon as they popped up into the dark and cold common room, Janus beelined towards his office while Remus scurried off somewhere with the air-fryer. Janus didn’t care and entered his office, locking the door behind him. Usually, this is where he starts chugging a bottle of wine but for once he’s trying to sober up so he can sort out his mind. Maybe he’ll thank Roman for slapping him somewhat awake.

Roman…

Of all the sides…Roman had to be the one to have his name.

            Janus sighs and stares at the box on his desk. Despite everything he’d done to the prince, Roman still put in the effort to make his gift look nice. Roman was even thoughtful, giving him a gift he could make use of rather than giving him some fancy trinket. The snake side picks up the box and opens it. Luckily, the bitch-slap-in-a-box was a one-time thing. Setting the lid aside, Janus picks up the mustard yellow socks inside and gazes at them. Sure, they’re just socks and usually they’re not a gift you want to receive on Christmas, but part of Janus couldn’t be upset. Roman gave him an actual gift rather than just leaving him with nothing.

Trying to ignore his heavy thoughts, the deceitful side discards his gloves and runs his fingers over the fabric of the sock. They’re quite soft, much to his surprise. He at least expected it to be some god-awful fabric that would try to rip the scales off of his feet. Janus then picks up the other sock and feels it only to pause when he feels something crinkly in the sock. He winces and prays it’s not another prank from the prince. Bracing himself, Janus reaches in, and his fingertips pluck a folded and now crumpled piece of stationery. Of course. There in black ink and written in cursive is his own name. Oh. Janus then opens the paper, a very long and cursive message waiting inside.

Dear Sna  Dec  Janus,

            I apologize if my gift to you isn’t anything fancy. And I’m not talking about the bitch slap. Sorry for that by the way. I wasn’t going to do it at first but I thought it’d be funny. Honestly, I’m glad I got to see it in person. I really wanted to slap you, but I didn’t want to look like the jerk of all jerks. Again. Now, why am I writing this letter to you? Well…I have a lot to say to you and I don’t think you’d understand if I tried to say it in person. Despite your role, you’d never believe me. You’d probably think I was sucking up to our dear old dad or even Thomas. So, I’m doing it in letter form. Writing always helped me free my mind of the things I don’t want to think about.

            I just wanted to know, why do you hate me? Forgive me if you’re still bitter about the hat stealing and the name calling. Everything. To be truly honest, I had no idea what to do. When we were in the courtroom, everything was flipped outside down and all around. They said to trust you and then they said not to. When I tried to follow, they didn’t like it. Like I walked down the wrong path despite them giving me the map. Funny, isn’t it? Trying to do what you thought was right only to hurt yourself and someone else. That’s probably why you hate me.

            I suppose I should also apologize for my growing ego. Better it grew rather than let it fall apart and ruin Thomas, right? Then again, what do you care? I’m just a bumbling, arrogant prince who cares for no one but himself. Is that what you wanted to hear?

            I also miss you. When we were up on that stage and I had no clue you had taken Patton’s form, I had fun acting on stage and having, well, ‘you’ to direct me. It was fun and you seemed to like drama and theater. I had hoped we could work together again but now I’m scared I wouldn’t be able to tell when you’re acting and when you’re not. It’s a shame, really. After we were formally introduced, I thought we were friends. I wanted to be friends, believe me, but I’m scared. I don’t want you to lie to me again and make me believe you care. For Thomas’ sake I’m willing to be as civil as I can so we can work together but outside of that, I don’t think I’m ready to face you. Maybe in the future, we could talk but not right now. Not until I feel ready.

            I suppose I should end this letter now. If you’re still reading this, Janus, then thank you, I guess. Thank you for not trashing this letter. I mean, you can once you’re done reading if you want. You probably still don’t care. I’ll see you around the Mindpalace or something. Take care of Remus for me. He seems to like you more. I really wish we could’ve been friends. I hope you enjoy the rest of your Christmas evening. I mean, you won right? You beat the mighty prince and his massive ego. Congratulations. Merry Christmas, Janus.

Roman

           Janus stares at the letter, rereading it once more before putting it down on the desk with shaky hands. He rubs at his face, ignoring the fact that his cheeks were wet now. He leans back in his chair, hanging in his head guilt. God, Roman…what had he done? He just…the prince wanted to be friends…Janus licks his lips, the taste of salt and bitter grapes mixing. He stares at the letter sitting on his desk, regret and something heavy pooling in his gut. Janus hadn’t realized how much he’d hurt the prince has was supposed to protect.

He really should lay off of the wine…

[gemini-sensei]

Hawk Moskowitz x Best Friend!Reader Blurb Part Two

Part One ○ Fem!Chubby!Reader

CW for questionable situations, illusions to underage drinking, angst in the beginning. (unedited)

Nothing was quite the same after what happened at Hawk's front door. The summer was dreary despite Reader hanging out with other friends, new friends like Sam Larusso and Robby Keene. Though sometimes she didn't want to be around Sam because she was friends with Moon, who would come around from time to time.

There was nothing bad or wrong with that. Moon was a great person, since deciding to ditch her mean girl era. However, Reader didn't want to be around her. It was too much of a reminder of how Hawk didn't want her.

His words that day replayed in her head over and over again. "I don't love you."

She wanted to cry everytime she thought back to that moment. She ended up crying to Demetri and Robby one day when they asked her why she didn't go to the spa with Sam and Moon. She burst into tears and Demetri hugged her, awkwardly rubbing her back as she rehashed the events.

"That's just cruel," Robby had scoffed. He went on to say that Reader deserved a lot better than Hawk anyway, with Demetri later telling his new pal about her long history with Eli. It did little to change Robby's opinion, as he stood by his earlier statements.

Deep down, Reader knew none of it mattered. No amount of crying or comfort was going to change what happened or magically fixed her shattered heart. Though she swore she'd never feel better, time began to heal the wound. It was slow and gradual, but it was something.

By the end of summer vacation, Reader was a little bit more like herself. She had tried out karate with her friends, but wasn't as into it as they were. It was fun to do with them, but when things got too serious was when she wanted out. She didn't understand what the big deal was, and so found herself on the sidelines often.

She tagged along to the end of summer party, but didn't drink or partake in any of the activities like dancing or chatting. She tried to stay close to Demetri and Robby as much as possible, but it was all too easy to get lost in the crowd. She decided that the best thing to do was get a drink from the kitchen, anything she could find that had no alcohol in it. It was then that she ran into the charismatic host of the party.

"Reader, it's so good to see you," Moon gushed as she walked up to her party guest. Her smile was wide and bright, accented perfectly by her cheekbones and the way her hair frames her face. She held a red solo cup, but didn't take a sip from it the entire time she's with Reader. "I'm glad you came."

"I didn't see a point in saying no," Reader told her, though she knew it's an awkward and lame answer. There were a million reasons not to show up, one of the top five being that she didn't want to run into or even see Hawk there. "How have you been?"

"I've been pretty good," Moon told her. She licked her lips for a moment, as if to buy herself time to think about what to say next. "I know that you've been having a hard time lately, so I won't ask you how you've been just for you to feel pressured to give me a good answer."

"How do you know about any of that?" Reader asked, surprised.

Moon, a little flushed, said, "Sam was telling me about it one day."

"Sam... okay," Reader said, trying to process that information. It was hard to wrap her head around, since she had trusted Sam, Robby, and Demetri to keep her feelings to themselves since she had confided in them. Perhaps she had miscalculated. "Well, I'm actually doing better now."

"That's good to hear," Moon said, smiling gently. "Um, and what about us? I mean, I hope the whole Hawk thing doesn't mean we can't be friends."

As she stood there, Reader realized that shutting out Moon wasn't the best idea. It wasn't fair. Her poor, upset feelings weren't directed at or caused by Moon of all people. And up until that moment, she had hardly thought of Hawk since chatting with Moon. She had nothing to do with it and it had everything to do with Hawk and his crushing words. After all, they hadn't lasted very long and from what she heard, Moon was dating someone new.

"I don't see why not," Reader said, smiling at Moon. She was then engulfed in a quick hug by the girl and she returned it.

"I'm so happy to hear that. I was worried you hated me," Moon told her.

"Not at all," Reader said with a small, awkward laugh. "You didn't do anything wrong, Moon."

"I know, but it always seems so easy to blame the other person."

Reader shook her head. "You didn't break my heart that day. Period."

Moon nods in understanding, gently rubbing her arm in a comforting motion. She then turned to the kitchen and opened up her arms to thankfully change the subject. "Well, there's plenty to do around here. The pool is out back with a mini bar, plenty of vegan snacks, and a DJ taking requests. Have all the fun you want to."

"Cool," Reader said and smiled. "Any nonalcoholic drinks?"

"Freshly squeezed lemonade and fruit punch," Moon said, taking her hand and guiding her to the beverages. Being the good host that she was, Moon made her drink for her and passed it on. Then they raised their glasses. "To new friends."

"To new friends."

○○○

Reader was traversing the party looking for her friends when two guys came up to her. They looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place them immediately. They were tall, but one had red hair and the other wore his hair pushed back.

"Hey, Reader, there's this guy in the back trying to chug thirty beers that you gotta see," the redhead said.

She stared at him for a moment, only to realize they're both Cobra Kai, but she couldn't remember their names. She had nothing against the members of the dojo, but she'd be damned if she was going to fall for their ploy. "Do I look stupid to you?"

"No," the other boy said and smiled at her. "But it's really cool, you really should check it out."

"Is it that old guy you guys train with?" she asked.

They looked at each other, then nodded. The second boy spoke again. "Yeah, he's duct taped bottles to his hands, too. It's pretty funny looking."

She still stared at them weirdly. "Then how is he supposed to have thirty drinks? Don't tell me he has someone funneling it into his mouth."

The first boy grabbed her by the arm. "Come on, you're not gonna believe it until you see it."

"Hey, wait a minute," she said, but he started pulling her along.

She stumbled a bit, but the other boy grabbed her other arm to keep her from falling and helped pull her along. The situation was so startling, she didn't know what to think, but she tried to get out of their strong grips. People they passed were too busy to notice she was being taken to the back rooms against her will and just as she was ready to start screaming, they opened a door and pushed her inside. She managed to catch herself and turn to the door just as it was shut, but no one had followed her inside.

Reader tried to open the door, but they were obviously holding it closed on the other side, so she started hitting the wood. "Ha ha! You're so funny, you guys! Now let me out of here!"

"Don't go yet," a voice said behind her.

It was all too familiar and made her stomach drop. She didn't want to turn around, but her body betrayed her and did just that. She was faced with Hawk, who stood on the other side of the room with his new red hair and his hands shoved in pockets.

"Why not?" she scoffed, trying not to cry.

"Because I want to talk to you," he told her.

She rolled her eyes. "So you had your numbskull friends practically kidnap me?"

"They weren't supposed to be rough with you. I'm sorry," he said, taking a step closer. it hardly brought him near her, but she pushed herself up against the door and crossed her arms over her chest. He sighed. "Reader, I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry for everything. For hurting you and for the way I've been lately. I just..."

"Just don't love me. I get it. It's fine. Let's move past it and act like it never happened," she said, the tears starting to well up in her eyes. She looked away from him, which felt so hard to do because really all she wanted to do was look at him. It had been months, but the only thing that had really changed was his hair. And maybe his attitude. "It's easier that way."

"No, it's not," he said, incredulous. "You act like I don't exist. Like we haven't known each other our entire lives. I don't want to pretend none of that happened."

"Why not? It's so easy for you to act like Demetri was never your friend," she said, spitting venom at him despite him being the Cobra.

He looked down, ashamed, but didn't give up. "I swear it's different."

"Why? Because he's easier to laugh at or what? Is it because he's a big, quote-unquote, nerd? Or maybe it's because he's-"

"It's because I don't love Demetri!"

That shut Reader up real fast and she stared at him. The tears streaked her cheeks like small rivers trying to find a sea, but they ran over her jaw and down her neck. He watched them, sorrow in his eyes all because she was crying.

She shook her head. "No. No, you don't get to do this... why are you doing this?"

Her voice came out in a weak whisper. She hardly heard herself over the rapid beating of her heart in her ears. Her chest was tight and she didn't want it to. She didn't know the heartache was worse or if it was this.

"Because I love you, too, Reader. I just didn't realize it until you were gone," he told her. He walked up to her and she didn't move. When she didn't try to get away from him, he brought his hand up to cradle her face and wipe the tears from her round cheeks. "I love you, Reader, and I'm sorry I made you think I don't."

She cried his hands and he kept wiping the tears away. "You have no idea how much it hurt me when you said the opposite. Why did you say that?"

"It came out wrong," he admitted. He shook his head. "I didn't know what to say that day and I panicked, and I said that and I did't mean it. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing," she said, unsure if she could hear it again. She didn't even know if she forgave him. Her heavy heart was hurled into a whirlwind of emotions and she didn't know what to do with it all. "I... Eli, I..."

"You don't have to say anything," he told her. He looked down and pulled away from her. "I can't expect you to. I fucked up and I knew it was a long shot trying to fix all of this."

She reached out for him and grabbed his hand. Her other hand calm up to lift his eyes to hers. They stared into each other's eyes for a long time, or at least what felt like a long time. "I still love you just the same. Nothing was ever going to change that."

"Really?"

She nodded.

He didn't say anything else as he leaned into her and caught her lips with his. She kissed back immediately, moved her arms to wrap around him. His rested on her waist and pulled her against his chest, wanting her as close as physically possible. Months without being near each other, without talking to each other, without smiling and laughing together, culminated in a deep, needy kiss.

They couldn't get enough of each other and they never wanted to part, but when they did, they simply rested their foreheads against each other. Reader looked into Hawk's eyes, softly panting. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held a finger to his lips. She didn't need anymore words. All she needed was him.

All they needed was each other.

[messedupfan]

I'm With You | 9

Summary: Natasha asks Y/n on a proper date. Wanda makes a confession. Y/n faces complications with the mind stone.

A/N: I know I've said I wouldn't continue this buuuuuuuut here's a new chapter.

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“Y/n,” Natasha breaks the conversation her girlfriend was having with Wanda. The two girls are sharing a laugh as they make their way into the training room. “Can I talk to you?” Y/n looks at her expectantly and Wanda doesn’t disappear. Natasha takes a slow breath to hide her frustration. “Alone, please?” Y/n dismisses Wanda and agrees to go off to the side with her girlfriend. This is possibly the closest thing that they’ve had to alone time since the day that Y/n was released from Bruce and Tony’s observation lab. “I want to take you out on a date,” she says nervously. It was driving her crazy that she was nervous and not sure of herself at all. Natasha couldn't recognize herself anymore. As she prepares to go into a ramble about why, Y/n gives her response. 

“Um, sure, that sounds like fun.” She gives her a small smile and even leans in for a kiss but instead hovers a distance from her. “Text me the details later,” she says and walks away without giving Natasha the kiss her body was begging for. The Black Widow exits the training area to make her plans and the young Stark returns to her friends side. However, Wanda is now upset. “What's the matter?” 

The brunette turns away with a huff. Confused, Y/n follows while trying to grab Wanda's attention again. “I just, I just don't get it!” She finally says as she stops in the middle of the hallway. Y/n is still clueless to the outburst and it only upsets Wanda further. “Gah, you’re so frustrating!” She shouts in her native language. 

“I’m so lost right now,” Y/n responds. 

“That’s the problem!” Wanda exclaims slightly louder. She thought she was being clear. She thought Y/n might feel the same towards her. But her agreeing to go on a date with Natasha after spending endless hours with her was just a slap in the face. 

“Wanda please,” Y/n tries to get her to lower her voice. “Clearly I haven't mastered mind reading. Can you please tell me what's upsetting you so much?” Wanda looks the girl up and down and shakes her head before she scoffs and walks away. Y/n throws her hands up looking around the corridor for cameras. Checking to see if you were being pranked. But, other than the security cameras, there were none. “Unbelievable,” she mutters and walks to her own room. 

Why are the two women she cares about acting so strange? She lays down in a huff. Life was beginning to feel more and more complicated. She falls asleep in a mental battle between her feelings for both women. 

A few hours later, Y/n wakes to soft knocks on her door. Tired, she waves her hand in the air lazily to open the door without leaving the comfort of her bed. “Hey sleepyhead,” Natasha's warm, calming voice causes her to smile as her eyes remain shut. “I was going to see if you wanted to go on that date tonight but you look a bit busy.” She joins Y/n on the bed and she tries to open her eyes but hardly manages. 

“Maybe tomorrow night will work best,” she mumbles and Natasha nods. “I’m exhausted.”

“That’s fine,” she says. She moves hair off of Y/n’s face. “I love you,” she says sweetly. 

“I love you too,” she sighs as she snuggles further into the mattress as she begins to slip again. 

A couple hours later Y/n wakes again to more knocking. Confused to see the empty space next to her, she gets up to search for her girlfriend around the room. Natasha isn't there. The knocking starts again and Y/n makes her way to the room. “Oh, hey wanda.”

“You didn't go on the date,” Wanda states. 

“No,” Y/n replies without elaborating. 

“I think I’m,” Wanda starts but Y/n stops her. 

“Please don't,” she whispers. Not ready to hear the words. “Please, I'm with Nat.”

Wanda shuts her eyes and steps further into the room. “Please listen to me,” she begs. Y/n shakes her head and closes her door behind the woman. 

“No, no, I know what you're going to say. I don't know how I know, but I do. And I can't,” she shakes her head. “It’s not right. We're supposed to be friends.”

“Are we?” She challenges. 

“Yes, I,” Y/n’s words fall short. “Maybe you're just confused.” 

“And what are you?”

“Selfish,” she states without hesitation. 

“Selfish,” she repeats, stepping closer. “How so?” 

“She has finally opened herself up to me. She fought so hard to find me. She rescued me. I can't throw what we have away because of the mistakes that were made in the past.” Y/n points out, feeling desperate. 

Wanda doesn't accept this answer when she knows that the two of them together could be something extraordinary. “I think you deserve more than someone you can't leave because of what they did for you. And she deserves someone that doesn't feel obligated to be with her.”

“I can get back there I just,” Y/n shakes her head again, looking in the distance. There is a painting on the wall behind Wanda that she hadn't known was there before. It was one that Y/n had done for Natasha when she thought she was Natalie. When she was stationed in Italy. Y/n hasn't seen it in years. She didn't even know that Natasha had cared enough to keep it. She never told her about still possessing it. Not even when they were sleeping around once Y/n joined S.H.I.E.L.D. “I can be that person again. If that's what she needs. I have to at least try.”

“Why would you put yourself through that?” Wanda is so close now. Y/n’s back is against a wall as she has taken a step back with every step forward Wanda took. 

“I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I did anything less than try.” She answers with part of her screaming to kiss Wanda right then and there. “What if it were you,” she questions as Wanda places her hand on her cheek. “Would you want me to give up on you? Leave you for someone else?”

Wanda closes her eyes again. After a moment of thought, she backs down. “You're right,” she puts space between the two and Y/n is finally able to breathe. “I hope we can get past this and remain friends,” she clears her throat and wipes her tears. 

“Of course,” Y/n says as she straightens herself out. “I don't think we have to stop being friends because of this. But I could use some space from you. I don't think my relationship with Natasha will have a fair shot if I'm prioritizing time with you over her.” She explains further. 

“I suppose that makes sense. I will do my best to stop taking up all of your time.” Wanda makes her way to the door. “Can I know one thing?” Y/n hums in question. “Do you feel the same?”

Y/n sighs, not wanting to hurt her friend by giving her hope but not wanting to lie to her either. So, she avoids answering at all. “Goodnight, Wanda.” She closes the door behind her friend and walks over to her desk as she uses her computer to start on a new suit design for herself. 

Meanwhile, Natasha is falling breathlessly onto her mattress after finishing on Maria Hill's strap-on. “Here I thought last time was the last time, Romanoff,” the agent jokes as she removes the toy from herself. 

“This one has to be,” she replies, the guilt starting to creep its way through her body. “I’m sorry, but she has my heart.” 

“Nat, we've been doing this back and forth for years. It's just physical, I know. I had a stressful day, you've been insanely stressed, plus things haven't been easy with your girl. I get it, you need to blow off some steam,” the agent dresses as she talks. Getting ready to leave. “I promise to be there for you when things go south with her. You know I always am.” Maria winks. 

“Why do you sound so certain that it’s going to fail?” Natasha asks as she pulls a loose tank-top on. 

Maria smirks, “Because I know you.” She takes her bag of toys and bids the Black Widow goodnight. Natasha sighs as her insecurities start to make her uncomfortable with herself. She can’t believe that she just had sex with someone that wasn’t her girlfriend. Natasha needed to make the decision right now to not do that again, no matter how hard things get with Y/n. It was time for her to commit and be mature when it came to her love life. She has no idea how Y/n would react if she found out not only about this time but all of the times before. Especially those that occurred while Y/n was in captivity. Being broken and experimented on. She had to die with this secret. Y/n could never find out. Natasha jumps in the shower and hopes that her girlfriend is still fast asleep so she can sneak back into the room without her noticing her absence.

Y/n isn’t in her room when Natasha slips inside. She turns on the light just in case and still finds no sign of  her girlfriend anywhere. Natasha begins to get irritated at the thought that she might be with the new recruit. So she marches around the building in search of Y/n. When she finds her, she is in Tony’s design lab with Tony. The two are all smiles as they work together and the ire that filled Natasha in her search dissipates. 

“Do you know how late it is?” She asks at the doorway.

Y/n shoots her head up from what she was focusing on. “Oh, there you are. I was wondering what happened to you.” Her sweet smile makes Natasha's stomach turn in guilt. But she can't show it. The stone in Y/n's body might rat her out. 

“I couldn't sleep, so I went to the training room and then showered when I started to feel tired. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up.” Natasha walks over to Y/n and kisses her cheek. “Why are you awake?”

“Well, I don't want to alarm you,” she starts. 

“What’s wrong?” Natasha places her hands on Y/n cheeks. “Is it the stone?”

“Kind of,” Y/n answers with caution. “I was confused why I had gotten so exhausted earlier. With the abilities I've gained carrying the stone, I shouldn't even want to sleep. I mean, Pietro and Wanda only do it to pass time at night but their bodies don't require that kind of rest anymore. Same with Steve and Bruce.” She talks as she walks over to the projections of the scans she had done of her body. “So I got my dad and Bruce up to run specific diagnostics on me and we found out that the stone isn't being regulated. It's giving me power in high doses at the same time that is draining me of my natural energy and life sustaining abilities.”

“You’re making a device that can monitor and regulate the stone,” Natasha concludes. 

“Precisely!” Y/n grins. 

“And what's the suit for?” She nods her head in the direction of the metal arm that Y/n was tinkering with when she walked in and motions to the legs that Tony was currently working on. 

“Well, uh, no one knows that I am carrying this stone and it is very important that no one finds out. The suit is for show,” Y/n explains as she sits on the stool to continue her work. 

“What would happen if word got out?” Natasha begins to worry again. 

“We aren't sure, she's keeping quiet about it. But I'm assuming, nothing good,” Tony answers this time. “Y/n, come here. I need you to try these on.” She does as he says and tries on the legs of the suit. His goal is to make the suit as thin as possible so as to not slow her down. While still keeping her protected. He's always experimenting with ways to make his suits smaller and better. Especially after having his life saving surgery and removing the arc reactor from his body. This was helping him as much as it was helping her.

Natasha yawns as she watches the two work out the kinks of the robotic legs. Y/n notices and looks up at her girlfriend. “Sweetheart, go to bed. I'll see you later for our date,” she shoos the ex-assassin to bed. Natasha tries to protest but Y/n wins overall. 

“Okay, fine,” she walks over to the duo and kisses Y/n’s cheek. “Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/n replies then rolls her eyes as Tony starts to make dramatic gagging noises. 

“What? You two are disgusting!” He teases.

“Whatever, see you two later,” Natasha struts away leaving the family to their project. She's happy to have pulled off the interaction without giving away her guilty conscience. Though she's had years of training, she didn't want to have to continue to use those skills with her partner. Unfortunately, those skills will be the only thing saving her relationship.

Several hours later, Y/n is in an operation to add the regulation device into her skull and set around the stone. Natasha doesn't find out about the operation until after her training session is over. She is upset when Steve keeps her out of the operation room. “They all knew you'd try to be in there but you would only get in the way Nat. Let them work, okay?”

“I hate it when you're right.” She mutters.

Steve laughs, “Well, you don't have to hate me on this one. It's all Y/n. She said that there will be a point where it might seem like everything has gone wrong. She saw all of the outcomes that she lived and the outcomes that she died. Surprisingly enough, you are the reason the operation fails.” 

Natasha frowns, that didn't sound at all comforting. “Did she say why?”

Steve shakes his head, “No, but I didn't ask.”

“Oh, okay then. I'll keep myself busy until it's over. Please let me be the first to know when it is.” She pleads. 

“Of course,” Steve says gently. He stops her before she walks off, “I know it's not any of my business. But please, don't pass the time with agent Hill. I saw her leaving your quarters last night. I hope it's the last time that I witness that.”

Natasha is speechless at having been caught. “It is,” is all she can manage with her throat tightening. 

“Good,” Steve smiles and allows her to proceed. 

Once the device is stabilized in Y/n's body, Tony, Bruce, Wanda, and the rest of the medical team step back and hold their breath as they wait to see if the stone and her body will accept the new addition. It might seem odd that Y/n wanted her friend in the operating room instead of her girlfriend after deciding to prioritize Natasha. But the girl wasn't there for moral support. Wanda was there to help place the device. Y/n helped her learn how to make the piece of technology phase through solid objects until she was comfortable enough to have it placed through Y/n's head. The medical team was on standby to save Y/n's life plus monitor the anesthesia and her vitals. Bruce and Tony were there as backup in case they had to go the more invasive route of inserting the device. Luckily, Wanda was successful in her part. 

Y/n’s heart stops for a minute, scaring the three people in the room that care about her. They count the seconds before they can give the signal for the medical team to intervene. When it's getting close to three minutes, her heart starts on its own and her vitals are stable. Everyone is relieved and congratulating each other. Y/n releases herself from the anesthesia and sits up with a grin. “Told you it'd work,” she says. 

They shake their heads at her before collectively hugging Y/n, thankful that she made it through unharmed. Wanda is the last one to let go since Y/n couldn't help but hold on a little bit longer. But she had to remind herself that her friend isn't the person she wants. Natasha is the person she needs to see right now. She is certain that she has found out by now and is probably worried sick. 

“Hey you,” Y/n greets as she finds Natasha snuggling with her pillow in her bedroom. “Are you okay?”

“Why didn't you tell me?” Natasha asks as she releases Y/n's pillow. 

“Because I needed Wanda to focus, she was very nervous,” Y/n sits next to Natasha on the bed. “She's afraid of you, you know?” 

“Good,” Natasha snuggles up to her side. The remark makes Y/n laugh. 

“Why is that a good thing?” 

Not wanting to sound like a jealous girlfriend she doesn't tell her the real reason she'd rather have the telepathic woman fear her. Natasha shrugs. “No reason, I just prefer to be feared.” 

“Of course you do,” Y/n kisses Natasha's cheek. “So, what are we doing for our date tonight?”

Chapter 10

Taglist: @thatvillain @doudouneverte @chaisreading

[keysimash]

fuck it. Cringe ass Magolor post from yours truly.

I've wanted to write a proper fic where the tables are turned and instead of Reader petting kitty Magolor, magolor pets and gives physical affection to the reader, but burnout and writers block and embarrassment have mostly stopped me but iys cute and its fluffy and whatever I'm throwing this into the wind, outline and.general thoughts I've had

Cringe incoming

Magolor is always happy to recieve pets from a trusted human with their giant warm hands with long, dextrous fingers that can scritch and pet in ways his own hands cant,

The first time he reciprocates would probably be around 4 - 5 sessions, citing that he "doesn't accept it for free" and that its polite to reciprocate and he wants to look at and examine your weird humanness more closely

OR

if he gets Jealous of His Human coming into his vicinity smelling like Other Fucking Carnivores. Originally in my deleted/reuploaded mag/reader fic this was gonna be a whole thing where the reader was friends with a bunch of Scarfies, and he got PISSED and basically marked the reader by getting super cuddly all of a sudden, the reader doesn't know because humans cant smell like that, and they try to hang out with their Scarfy friends who are like. Staying at least six feet away like "Ummmm. Did you get a boyfriend??? You've got DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH scent all over you lol"

I mean. I've been around mag/reader fics since I was like what, twelve? That sounds right, I dunno I can hardly attach a numerical age to kid memories ANYWAY I've SEEN. how many ppl write him as super possessive and jealous ESP fuckers who are horny for the crowned version you are all sinners none of you are free from sin. This cat is not well adjusted. Anyway

He'd start with your hands, taking them in his gloves, then he'd take his gloves off himself. His hands are smaller under his gloves but still pretty big compared to his own body. Still, though, I think they'd be about the size of a human hand, if Magolor himself is about the size of a backpack, since in official art it seems like his hands are half the size of his body?

I picture them soft and brown, scarred, with squishy pink paw pads on the soft parts of the palm and the last pads on his finger tips. He flexes them, and dark claws come out, relaxes, they retreat: repeat this a few times before he places his gloves neatly somewhere nearby, putting them there without looking or turning, hes already seen the room: hes looking at You, big yellow eyes, glowing a bit. White pupils all wide, taking you all in, making his eyes look lighter.

When he actually starts touching it would be more curious that affectionate, hed definitely be bending fingers and gently moving your elbows, not painful, just Examining, his skeleton is so different after all, and he has no limbs to speak of. he presses deep with his hands until he feels the bones underneath, puts his hands in different spots, on your shoulder, asks you to move and feels the bones move with. Takes a claw and runs it under your fingernail, just barely pressing in, not enough to hurt, just enough tto scrape out any dirt, remarks on how dull your claws are.

The readers own reaction would definitely affect his a lot. He really needs input from others to figure out how to compose himself, a calm and composed yet pleased reaction would fluster him more than anything as he would start to get embarrassed himself doing something so focused on another and yet, he would want praise very badly.

Teasing him would get teasing back:

He would call you silly names making fun of your human features if you teased him lol like "foot-haver" or "magicless loser" etc (he would immediately stop if you seemed actually upset)

but it wouldnt take much to make him into mess ;)

Any flusteredness or embarrassed behavior he will latch onto and tease relentlessly in order to feed his own ego and false confidence, somethin like:

"Hah! You should see your face" "does it feel that good? I havent even done anything yet"

If he gets called out on making petting seem .. less innocent he will accuse you of being the one with a dirty mind lol

The two possibilities here are either his human partner gets more flustered, which might go something like:

he starts purring at the reaction to his own touch, starts running one claw lightly along your arm. Presses up close, close with his head under your chin, purring purring purring, you can feel it and hes like a little furnace. Because he floats he can press his whole weight against a human with little effort, he presses and nuzzles then his hands find the back of your shirt and knead. His face he rubs along your shoulders and neck

OR the tables get turned on the cat egg:

Pointing out his purring, saying something like "you seem excited to do this, dont you? :)" Or commenting on how cute or lovely he is and keeping on doing it, hitting that reward center in his brain so starved for attention -- hed probably make a cute little sound at that -- or if a human touched him and started petting him while he was trying to give affection, that reciprocation would make him pull his scarf down and lick one long stripe up your arm.

I was thinking about Halcandran tongues: carnivores, yes, so barbed like a cats to lick the meat off bones, but: they're not exactly flexible like a cat, they can move but not as freely, they're not exactly egg shaped but still. So grooming would become, either something one did with ones own hands or, a communal activity, social bonding.

He would feel scratchy, his face soft: a lot flatter than a normal cat, he still has a bit of a muzzle but not much. The whiskers tickle, he pauses at the crook of your elbow, looks up at you, licks a few more times, pulls away a bit.

"You taste salty..."

If allowed to continue he certainly will, kneading and laving over the crook of your neck, nibbling curiously at collarbones before nosing into the dips they make under your skin, etc etc. He will examine the shell of your ear with a paw, purring close to it, will lick through your hair if it's short, it would be like fur to him; long hair he would comb through with fingers, hovering around you to nuzzle the back of your neck, purring all the while.

Eventually, he might get to your hands, and he would, well. I should stop before I make a post tha would get me banned from.tumblr, lol.

[ask-umbra-au]

So, this is just the beginning, Lunar's beginning to be exact. Have fun !

This is what anyone would've called a normal day in the daycare, after hours of course.

Sun was cleaning with Ruin’s help. Moon was checking though security footage. Earth, Solar, Lunar, and Eclipse were cleaning up their room.

Eclipse had been on a fairly decent nice streak, helping where he could in the theater or gift shop, staying out of children's way, helping Ruin plan putppert shows and harmless games. All things that pointed to the fact he was changing. Earth and Ruin had gladly welcomed him in with open arms. The others were sceptical to put it simply and Lunar trusted absolutely none of it, but it was fine he'd been working on being a better person for at least a month or two now.

Lunar and Eclipse were cleaning his side of Earth and his daycare. Faint music played in the background as they worked. Lunar has mostly forgotten the recovering bot was there until there was a hand on his shoulder.

“Lunar?” Eclipse spoke that same deep almost gravely tone that Solar had, but different in its own way. “I've been meaning to ask you something.”

Lunar cocks and eyebrow looking up at Eclipse as they lightly brush his hand off their shoulder. “And what did you want to ask me Eclipse?” He hummed, his tone disinterested he really didn't enjoy talking to Eclipse but he'd put up with it for now.

Eclipse pulled his hand back with a mostly neutral look on his face. “Do they really care for you?” He paused looking around , making sure they were isolated. “I mean of course Earth does, you two are together always, but do the others care about you? Sun, Moon, Solar, even Ruin. You hardly see them outside of work or whatever adventure they're having.”

Lunar was slightly taken aback by the question. “Of course they care! More than you have ever cared.” He huffed his grip around one of the naptimet pillows tightening. “They've been here through everything , they know the type of person you are.”

“Oh, but Lunar I did care. I was hard on you because I cared.” He tossed a couple blankets into a laundry bin as he spared Lunar a glance. “You know I'm sure they haven't forgotten what you've done to them that's clearly shown by how hesitant they are to be around me and how little they interact with you “

Lunar huffed as he attempted to brush off the first comment, it was the second that truly upset him. He reached up grabbing Eclipse’s arm. “Really? That's what you think? You think they're scared of me? Me, the person that you made do all of that ! The- the helpless animatronic that didn't know what morals or- or family was!” He could feel the lightning crackling at his fingertips.

Eclipse grabbed Lunar by the shoulder glaring at him as he knelt “Why wouldn't they be Lunar! You screwed them over just like I did even though you were ‘nicer’ about it doesn't mean you didn't do it . You played a hand in their downfall just as I had, and you know you did. So stop hiding behind yourself and-”

Lunar couldn't stop it, the build up of electricity, the overwhelming emotions. He could see the way it overloaded Eclipse’s systems. Eclipse locked up, he panicked briefly, attempted to pull away once- no twice, but failed as something inside of him popped, hissed then gave out . Eclipse internal battery struggling , far too over charged to last long.

Eclipse fell back steam and electricity arcing off of him Eclipse hisses slowly pulling himself to his knees and grabbing Lunar by the front of his shirt. “When I come back”, his voice box glitches as he speaks then he pulls Lunar further down. ‘I'm going to kill you. No one in this family deserves a day of peace, and you know it”

That's all Eclipse manages to get out before his grip goes slack, his systems finnaly giving out. Lunar has just enough time to scramble back before Eclipse's battery explodes. He's left shaken, lost and in shock.

Hearing the noise, Earth and Solar made their way over. Earth stood for a moment hand over he mouth as she noticed the remains. Steadying herself she moved to remove lunar from the situation. Solar gave her a nod as he opted to dispose of the evidence…

[accihoe]

Birthday Boy

Y'ALLLLLL ITS MY MANZ BDAY 2DAYYYYYY

Pairing: Anthony Kiedis x fem!reader

Summary: Celebrating his birthday with him

Warnings: none

A/n: Happy birthday to the man with literally the most gorgeous hair I've seen

xxxx

The phone rang, and I left my suitcase, dashing to answer it.

"Hey pretty, happy birthday."

I spoke, not even having to guess who was calling.

"Thank you. Missing you."

I could hear the strain in his voice, and my heart beat uncomfortably, wishing to spoil the surprise just to cheer him up. For months, Flea and I had formed a plan that we later let John and Chad in on. I'd pretend to not be able to fly out to him on his birthday but rockup to his hotel room.

"You and the boys got anything planned?"

"Yeah, lots. But making out with you sounds much more fun."

I chuckled, squeezing the phone between my ear and shoulder as I reached for Anthony's favorite dress of mine, tossing it onto my suitcase.

"Tell me something nice?"

"Sure honey. I was just looking at that beautiful dress you bought for me, in Paris. I wore it that night you proposed. Feels like decades ago. Can't believe you're already 30."

"Don't remind me."

He chuckled, and I shared a giggle.

"You know, I have a surprise for you."

I mused, biting my lip to hide my smile. Why? I'm unsure myself.

"I'll have to see it when I'm back."

I didn't respond for a while, lost in thought as I tosses things to my suitcase.

"So what's for breakfast?"

"Fruit salad. Wish it was you."

"Anthony!"

I teased, rolling my eyes as I tried to reach for my boots at the top of the cupboard. On my way, I knocked a bag, sending the contents of the whole top shelf tumbling.

"Shoot,"

I mumbled, half forgetting about my husband on the line. At the time I hadn't thought about it, but my tone had been very dismissive and seemingly uncaring.

"You doing something back there?"

"Uh, yeah, just trying to get some laundry sorted."

"Oh? Well pardon me for interrupting your chores on my birthday."

"Ant baby n-"

He hung up. I sighed, dropping the phone to the floor as I gathered the pile that had fallen. Why did I decide to pack mere hours before my flight? Why was I such a procrastinator.

I picked up the phone, ringing him several times. No answer. Fair enough, I'd also have been upset if my spouse chose "laundry" over me on my birthday, especially after flaking seeing me on said day.

Eventually, I resumed with packing. I felt horrible, aware they had a show that evening, and he probably wanted to be off rehearsing and in good spirits, and my good intentions had accidentally hurt him.

The time rolled by swiftly, and I found myself at the airport. Worry was gnawing at my stomach for Anthony. The flight felt far too long, and the taxi ride too. Finally, I arrived at the hotel, just before the time that Flea and I had arranged. He came out, sighing in relief when he saw me.

"I'll hug you later. Anthony's in a state. He's been pacing the room for the past few hours. We hardly got him to eat an apple. He was worried you were upset with him. I wanted to just tell him at some point, but we've been planning this for so long..."

Seeing Flea's kind face was a relief. He wore that usual gentle smile, and we walked as he spoke. I feared Anthony might work himself up into such a fit that it'd interfere with his performance. I could hear him from outside the door.

"Where's Flea? Where has he gone to? I need to see him, maybe he can get ahold of Y/N. I'm going to find him."

We heard him walk to the door.

"Tony, man, Flea'll be bere in a minute. He's gone to fetch you a parcel. Maybe, you should have a drink, and get some fresh air on the balcony. We'll try Y/N again in a few moments."

John spoke up. We heard Anthony agree, all three of us sighing in relief, not wanting to blow the cover we've been planning for ages. We just never intend it for it to get so out of hand. John made an excuse to leave the room and joined us outside, giving me a thumbs up. I hugged them before slipping into the room.

I was careful with my steps, he could recognize them immediately. I walked to the balcony and saw his hair being whipped around by the wind, right hand holding a cigar.

"Hey handsome,"

I spoke gently.

"Seriously? You ordered me a hook-"

He turned around, brows furrowed in annoyance. That annoyance soon dissolved into shock, and then excitement.

"Y/N?"

He stepped closer, a broad grin plastered on his face.

"Surpriiise!"

Flea chimed from behind me. Anthony stepped up to me, enveloping me in a tight hug.

"I thought you couldn't make it?"

He pulled back, eyeing me up at down.

"What you think isn't necessarily always the truth."

"Cheeky bastards."

He grinned at the three of us. The day went smoothly, and the show went beyond amazing. We went out for a meal and drinks afterwards. I was still in my nice dress, the boys in their funky attire. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. When he got a gap, Anthony took my hand, grinning at me.

"Be my wife."

"I already am."

I leaned over and kissed him on his pouty lips.

Xxxx

This fic is not up to standard at all. I apologise. I had literally zero ideas, and I just wanted something out for his birthday.

[fives-girlfriend]

Competition

Not everyone is in high spirits when the Batch makes it to Pabu.

A noncanon installment of Asha's storyline with Clone Force 99, mainly written as a vent piece to get out my own emotions, that turned into an entire fic – read for your own enjoyment but keep in mind that it may or may not end up being canon-compliant with the rest of Asha's story.

Characters: Tech, OC (Asha Kurr)

Warnings: Heavy on the jealousy, self-depreciation, just a ton of emotional nastiness overall. Hurt/comfort, happy ending

Word count: 3,700

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"Looks like you've got competition!"

Those words nearly knocked the wind out of her. Sunset eyes darted between several figures - between Phee hugging her friend (hoping that he wasn't just a friend, why was she hoping that?), between Wrecker playfully nudging Tech, and… at Tech, watching him. Bespectacled eyes wide in indignation and something close to embarrassment, he looked… stars, he actually looked flustered. She had always wanted to see him flustered.

So why did seeing it now make her heart ache?

Hunter noticed something was off the moment they all began to make their way down the mountain. He heard the way her heart picked up, the grinding of her jaw, the upset huff of breath that she tried to calm herself with. He could tell right away that she was upset by something. By what, though, he could only marginally guess.

The evening was nothing short of perfect. She had never seen the Batch this happy, not in a long, long time - Hunter got to actually stop and take a breath. Wrecker got to actually have his fill. Omega got to actually be a kid. And Tech…

She watched from the end of the table how Tech and Phee sat close, how she was all over him. She watched him smile, watched how they brushed shoulders, watched how well they got along… they had hardly known Phee for long at all. There was no way they were this close already… not when she had been with them even before they were fugitives. Not when she had been Tech's right-hand girl, not when her new priority ever since Echo left was helping him maintain the ship and technology throughout…

…but she knew she could never compare. Not to her. Not to the way she was capable, and confident, and gorgeous to boot. Not when she was everything a man could ever want. She was righteous, and beautiful, and talented…

…she was everything Asha, in her mind's eye, was not. And he deserved everything that she couldn't give.

The togruta didn't even realize her lip was wobbling until a murmuring hush ghosted over the table. She looked up, blinking back tears, meeting four pairs of identical eyes and several new sets as well. Asha's face warmed, crimson cheeks flushing darker, and it was with dawning horror she realized that tears had already begun to flow down her face, that her breaths were just short of sobs. Think. Think of an excuse. Now.

"...I…" she began, her voice cracking so harshly it made her wince. "I'm sorry, I'm just… r-really happy we can finally rest, you know…? Just- I-I just need a minute, sorry…" It was a feeble excuse, but hopefully it was a believable one. It seemed to work at least a little bit - the others certainly seemed to buy it. Chatter began again, and soon, the girls had gone off to go have fun while the adults helped clear the table and settle in. Asha elected to stay outside - to watch the sunset and try and will herself into something less… pathetic.

She really was pathetic, wasn't she? Did she really just do that? Burst into tears in front of everyone because she was…

"Asha…?" A shockingly soft voice yanked Asha out of her self-depreciative daze, and she looked up only to see none other than Wrecker approach, a somber look on his face as he joined her on the balcony. "You, uh. You okay…?"

"Yeah-!" she quickly affirmed, pulling up a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm sorry about earlier, I just… I got overwhelmed, and-"

"And you lied. Why…?"

Asha blinked, utterly taken aback by his forward accusation. She sputtered feebly, trying to refute it - but no words came.

"...I've seen ya when you're so happy you can barely keep it in," Wrecker continued, looking down at the bannister. "And I've seen ya when you're so sad that… you look like one poke will make ya just… fall apart. That wasn't happy cryin' back there, that was… the saddest cryin' I've ever seen ya do."

The wind was knocked from Asha's chest for the second time that day, by the same man. She couldn't meet his gaze, not like this - she looked back out towards the sea, and tried to keep her composure for just a little longer.

"I-I'm fine, Wrecker," Asha mumbled, her voice breaking as tears threatened to spill once again. A large, warm hand settled on her shoulder, and she couldn't make herself look up at him. Not as he leaned closer, like he was shielding her. Not when she felt so small.

"...no one's listenin', Ash," Wrecker spoke low, his voice carrying a reassuring tone that she knew was meant as a promise, and a hint for anyone that was listening to tune out. "It's okay. You can talk."

Asha said nothing for about a minute. Wrecker didn't budge. The two of them simply stood there in the evening sun, the sea breeze warming them both, before Asha finally broke the silence.

"...i-it's Tech, okay…?" she murmured, earning a surprised glance from Wrecker. "Ever… ever since we got here, it's been… he's been…"

Her voice broke a bit, but slowly, she continued.

"He's been so- so happy. The way Phee m-makes him smile, I've- I've never been able to make him smile like that, Wrecker-! And she- she's amazing, she's confident and capable, she's gorgeous in every way, sh-she's righteous and she's strong and- a-and I-"

Asha couldn't stop the tears that spilled down her cheeks, a choked sob ripping from her throat as her words tapered off and died. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth, shoulders hunching as she desperately tried to hide away within herself. Why was she so upset? She should be happy for him. For all of them. They finally had a chance at a normal life here, and here she was, ruining their happiness by something as absolutely pitiful as-

"...you're jealous…?" Wrecker asked tentatively. Asha hated the word. It made her feel bitter, selfish. When he said it, she ducked her head down, hiding her face away from him. She couldn't bear to look at him, not like this.

"Yes," she whispered. "I-I'm jealous, okay? I… I-I want him to smile at me like that, I want to be the one that makes him feel happy, but I- I can't, and I don't deserve to be, either-!"

"Who told you that-?!" Wrecker exclaimed, a look of anger crossing his face at the very idea that somebody had insulted his friend. Asha was quick to shake her head, though.

"No one- no one but myself, Wreck…" she mumbled, her shoulders shaking as she stifled another sob. "Look at her… sh-she's everything I'm not. Tech, he… he deserves everything good the galaxy can possibly give him… a-and… and I'm not it."

When Wrecker didn't respond, Asha could only assume the worst, and it took all of her strength to force herself to look up at him. She was expecting confusion, disdain, maybe even anger - and it hurt her heart that she would ever think of such things about the gentlest man she's ever known - but when she finally looked up at Wrecker, he wasn't even looking at her. He had turned, and was looking towards the stairway leading up to the house's balcony. The stairway that Tech stood at the landing of, eyes widened behind his goggles, staring at the two of them in utter disbelief. For the first time since she had known him, he looked struck speechless.

None of them spoke for several agonizingly long moments, but Asha eventually broke the silence. Her voice broke, barely sounding out as she tried to speak, staring dumbly and gaping like a fish.

“...T-Tech, I–”

“Is that the truth?” Tech suddenly cut in, steadfast as ever despite his clear surprise. Wrecker was glancing frantically back and forth between the two of them, entirely unsure what to do. What could he possibly do? Asha looked ready to shatter like glass, but stopping this confrontation would be disastrous. He was at a loss, and apparently, so was Tech. “That you… have such an opinion of me? Asha–”

Tech barely had a chance to finish his sentence. Asha had breezed past the both of them, tears streaming down her face once again as she quickly made her way down the stairs off the balcony, and disappearing down the path out of town. Tech and Wrecker both stood there, utterly bewildered, before Wrecker approached Tech and gave him a nudge, nearly making the smaller topple down the stairs had he not braced himself on the bannister.

“Well? What’re ya waiting for?!” Wrecker said with a gesture of the hand down the stairway. “Go talk to her! Ya heard all that, right? If anything, she… she’s gotta hear whatever comes next from you.”

“...quite right…” Tech mumbled, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of himself. In a nervous tic he found himself adjusting and re-adjusting his goggles, before he went down the stairway and along the path, following where Asha had gone.

With all the winding paths Pabu was comprised of, it took far longer than he had hoped to find her. It was the tips of her montrals that gave her away, little golden points that stuck up above the small wall she had been seated against, watching the ocean. As Tech approached, he slowed his steps as he heard her muttering to herself, her voice thick and laden with tears.

“…stupid…” she mumbled, drawing her knees closer to her chest as she rested her chin atop her arms. “Look what you did… you think he would ever feel the same way about you now…? You… you pathetic, worthless… what’s even the point…? There’s no way you could ever shine a light up to her, and… a-and now he’ll see it for sure. So… s-so damn selfish… what right do you have t-to be jealous of… of her…? You should be happy, y-you inconsiderate, selfish, idiotic–”

“Asha, enough.”

Tech couldn’t bear to listen to her rant any longer. Fists balled at his sides, he approached briskly, and looked down at Asha as she stared up at him with wide, startled eyes. She hadn’t heard him approach, and hearing his terse interjection sent a shock of panic through her. She was already scrambling to her feet, looking primed to bolt again. Her face was streaked with tears, and she could hardly find it in her to speak.

“T-Tech– I’m– I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t– I gotta–”

“Asha, please. Stop. I want you to stop and listen to me very carefully.” Tech’s voice was always so level and matter-of-fact – to hear him sound like this… Asha couldn’t pinpoint it. Her mind fled directly to the worst-case scenario, and it was taking all of her self-control to stop herself from just bursting into tears right there under his gaze. Tech could see it, and he had to ponder his words carefully. Any wrong thing could send her spiraling again. “I am… I am quite adept at many things. Expressing emotions is… not one of them. But you must understand that I don’t… hate you. Far from it, in fact.”

Asha sniffled, and she could only make a small, inquisitive whimper before she could find her voice again. And that sound, the very sight of her, was just about the most heartbreaking thing Tech had ever seen.

“...b-but what about Phee…?” she whispered, trying to compose herself. Just saying her name sent a shock of pain through her heart that made her lip wobble, nearly crumbling again. Tech sighed softly, hoping that words wouldn’t fail him now.

“...Phee is a fine individual. She is courageous, and stalwart. She is… admirable,” Tech admitted, but a quick glance at Asha told him everything he needed to know in order to continue. He could see it on her face, the way her brows knit, the way more tears began to slip down her cheeks, reflecting the late evening sun. “But… she is not… I– what I mean to say, is… ah…”

Tech was struggling, and Asha could see it – but she still couldn’t quite grasp what he was fully getting at. Did he… not think of Phee in that sort of light? Surely not – he had been smiling at her all afternoon, they had been practically inseparable ever since they had taken off…

“Tech, it’s– it’s okay, I…” Asha began, feebly trying to regain at least a little bit of her composure, her hand coming up to trail down her lekku in a nervous tic.

“It’s not okay, Asha, not when the very thought of my rejection reduces you to this!” Tech quickly retorted, earning a small gasp from the distressed woman in front of him. The silence between them hung heavy, and Tech let out a groan, adjusting his goggles yet again. “That’s not… that’s not what I mean. I’m sorry. What I mean to say is that… Asha, you could not be any more incorrect about yourself. You are… you are intelligent. Passionate, devoted. You are a valued member of this team, and we… I… would be lost without your presence.”

When Asha didn’t respond, too dumbfounded to make herself say anything, Tech took that as an invitation to continue – as he often did. “You are skilled beyond all doubt, and you may not fully realize how much I appreciate your help. Though it is not often I require assistance in a mechanical capacity, I have grown used to your presence, and… and I value your companionship. You… listen to me. Actively. That is a courtesy others seldom give. You are… you are kind. You are caring. I may not be able to express my thoughts and feelings in a way that others can understand, but… it distresses me to hear you say such… awful things about yourself…”

He reached out then, much to Asha’s shock, and took her hand within both of his. She looked up at him in surprise, and in that moment as they locked eyes, she had never seen him look so completely serious.

“...because of me.”

“...Tech, I-I… it’s not because of you, not at all–” Asha quickly refuted, her hand still clasped in his and never once making a move to remove it. “It’s… it’s because of me. I– I appreciate what you said, I really do, but there’s still no way I could ever compare to Phee, not with how happy she makes you, and I–”

“You make me happy.”

That made her stop. The silence hung in the air as Asha just… stared at him, eyes wide, trying to parse what it was that he just said.

“...w-what?”

“I said that you make me happy, Asha. It’s clear now that I do not express it as often as I should have. And for that, you have my sincerest apologies. You are correct in that Phee is an incredible woman.”

His hands squeezed hers, and he took a minute step forward, drawing her hand up to hold against his chest, almost reverently.

“But so are you. And it is not fair to either of you to be compared.”

There was a beat before the dam finally broke. Asha took a breath, Tech’s words still ringing in her ears, and everything just… crumbled. She could hardly remain composed as tears overflowed, spilling down her cheeks in torrents, expression twisted in a feeble attempt to restrain her sobs. Her free hand came up to try and cover her face, but her attempts to hide away were quickly snuffed out as Tech stepped ever closer, arms around her, drawing her in for an embrace so that she could fully, truly, and – most importantly – safely fall apart. His voice was hushed, whispered assurances peppered throughout as he drew her close, allowing her to press her face to his shoulder as she whimpered and wept. Clearly, she had been in deep emotional turmoil for some time now, and in allowing it all to come out all at once… it was as if that strong resolve he had come to admire had all but shattered.

“...I’m right here, Asha,” Tech muttered, his hand stroking her back and rearmost lekku as he held her close. “It’s alright. I’m here…”

By now, the sun was inching its way fully below the horizon, and an idea sprung into Tech’s head. With one finger, he tapped the back of Asha’s head so she would look up at him, and he nodded out towards the line where the sun met the sea. “Watch. This is a rare opportunity that I want you to see. In the right conditions, just as the sun passes below the horizon… if you watch closely, at just the right moment…”

They stood there, locked in an embrace, as the sun sank lower and lower, becoming a semicircle against the orange-painted sea. Smaller and smaller still that brightness sank, the definition of its curve becoming more visible as less light was present to blind them. Tech thought for a moment, and made a mental note… Asha’s eyes were an almost exact match of this very sight.

“Watch…” he whispered, a hand cradled against the back of her head. Just as the sun’s edge vanished below the oceanic horizon, there was a sudden, brilliant flash of emerald green light, lasting precious few seconds before all was still once again. Asha’s eyes widened at the sight, tears lingering on her cheeks, her arms locked loosely around Tech’s torso as she stared out at the water, and then back up to him in fascination and wonder.

“You see, when the sun’s light is angled as such by the cutoff from the horizon, the refraction separates the lightwaves into different colors–” Tech began to explain, but for once… Asha wasn’t listening. She was too busy staring at him in complete awe, looking up at him with such a stunned expression that he found himself actually shutting up. He couldn’t fathom why she was staring at him like that, not when they had both just witnessed such a rare meteorological phenomenon, not when there were things to be taught and learned! But her mind was nowhere near that – well, not entirely. The fact that he wanted to show her this, to share in that experience, to make her feel better after such heavy emotional turmoil…

She didn’t even realize that she had leaned in closer. What she did realize, though, was that Tech had leaned in as well. Their noses brushed together, their eyes met – they were barely a breath apart, and Asha couldn’t help it as she moved to lean in the rest of the way…

…and she met resistance, as the bridge of her nose knocked against his goggles, making her flinch. She leaned back a bit, eyes widened, lips parted, and for the first time in what was probably days… she laughed. It was a soft, startled giggle, both at the collision, and at Tech’s stunned, owlish expression, blinking in surprise at her reaction and their impulsive attempt. Asha looked up at him again, a small smile on her lips, as she reached up and with the most tender touch imaginable, pulled his goggles forward to slip down, and let them hang around his neck. Tech offered little resistance. In the dwindling evening light, she could see the rims of red around his eyes from where they had been constantly pressing, and she reached a hand up to gently cup his gaunt cheek, tracing a thumb across the indent.

“...wanna try that again…?” she whispered, her question coming out with a tone that suggested humor, but was in truth quite genuine. After the briefest of moments, Tech nodded his head – though his sight was hampered by the removal of such an obstruction, he realized after a moment that perhaps he didn’t need to see her after all. Leaning in, their eyes slipped closed – and when their lips met, Asha felt him all but sag into her hold, a low sigh escaping him as he rested his forehead against hers.

Moments later, they parted – and Asha couldn’t help the smile that drew up on her lips. Tears still lingered in half-dried trails down her cheeks, and after a few moments, she glanced upwards towards the rows of houses, a small, huffed laugh letting loose. “...we should probably… b-be getting back soon. The others might worry…”

“Yes, ah… q-quite right,” Tech quickly agreed, moving to affix his goggles around his head once again. Now that he could see clearly again, he could look Asha in the eye once more, and as if on instinct, his hand came up to cup her cheek and thumb against the tear stains on her face. “...but Asha… I never want to hear you saying such things about yourself, ever again. Is that understood? Not for your sake, and especially not for mine.”

“...right,” Asha murmured, as that cheerful demeanor seemed to ever so slightly dampen. Clearly, there was a lot on her mind at that suggestion. But when she started to get lost within her own thoughts, she was quickly startled out of it when Tech’s hand slipped into her own, holding it firmly.

“...you cannot be compared to anyone else, Asha. I care for you because of who you are, not for what you are in conjunction with other people. Everybody has their merits – and… I happen to think that yours are… quite admirable.” Asha couldn’t help but laugh at Tech’s verboseness – he really had to talk circles around absolutely everything, hm? Why say one word when you can say a dozen? He gave her a rather confused look at her small huff of laughter, tilting his head slightly – and she only shook her head, and gave his hand a small squeeze.

“...well I think yours are admirable, too. Come on, before Wrecker decides to throw together a search party, hm?” Asha joked, and at that moment, she saw what was probably the most beautiful sight she had ever seen on Pabu, ranking even above the green flash at sunset.

She saw Tech smile at her.

[these-detestable-hands]

Truly an Ask Game Tuesday.

1, 7, 8, 14, 16, 18, 25

Honestly, just answer them slowly and when you have time. These are your fan mails. You don't reply to ALL of your fan mails in one go!

Yippee I love answering questions as soon as I get them.

1. The character everyone gets wrong

Valter from fe8. Listen. I know he acts vile and Riev directly says he has raped women and it's heavily implied Valter wants to rape Eirika but please hear me out.

Valter acts like this because of the cursed lance. This isn't a story of a cruel man who hurts others for fun, it's a story of a man who fell victim to a curse. In the Duessel and Cormag A support, they say the lange only corrupts those who are already bad people and I think this is stupid cause:

A. I don't really believe in good or bad people, only good and bad actions so it doesn't make much sense that it would affect Valter but not Cormag, but whatever I guess.

B. They say Valter was always evil and the lance just made him worse but that's not giving him credit for how he was before. Maybe he had violent urges to kill and rape before, but it means he did a good job of controlling himself and not letting it show. Maybe he felt guilty that he had those urges, maybe it was something he was actively working on, only for the cursed lance to ruin all his progress.

Valter has the opportunity to be an incredibly deep and fun character but it's completely ignored because IS did not choose to flesh him out and so the fandom takes his character at face value!! I think a sacred stones remake would be good because it would allow them to flesh out Valter (and the other generals) more and he really needs it. He's such an important villain but he's treated like crap by both the devs and fandom!!!

7. What character do you hate, not because of canon, but because of the fandom?

Kahaku probably. I mean I already didn't like him very much but the fandom is infuriating. He's strange and does bad things and hurts Fushi's loved ones but people just ignore that for the sake of shipping :/

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

The spy x family manga has a good balance of showing all three protagonists equally because they're equally important (though there's a little extra attention given to Twilight because he's the protagonist protagonist) but the anime gives way too much attention to Yor and Anya and the fandom doesn't like Twilight very much so people are happy about this. It sucks because beyond being a comedy, spy x family has an amazing story but the anime reduces it to silly Yor and Anya shenanigans so there's NONE of the espionage and fictional politics that I signed up for.

14. That one thing you see in fics all the time

I don't read much fanfiction actually and I'm very picky with what little I do read.

16. You can't understand why so many people like this thing

The canaries in dungeon meshi!!! Obviously Mithrun is amazing but we hardly see the others at all, I genuinely cannot fathom why people like them when we hardly have any idea of their personalities outside of daydream hour. I didn't even remember their names until I saw people constantly posting about them. It's also just a little upsetting cause of the one extremely sexualized brown woman :(

18. It's absolutely criminal the fandom has been sleeping on...

Honestly everything in witch hat atelier. The only characters people ever post about are Qifrey and Olruggio (as a ship) and Coco and Agott (also as a ship)

It's a good manga where the fandom is being lost to shipping. It just sucks. I wish people would actually give a crap about the story or the side characters but NOPE as always people are just shipping. Also side note Coco and Agott are 12 and Coco is dealing with the severe guilt of functionally killing her mom, now is NOT the time to be worrying about getting a gf.

25. Common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Ok so in ace attorney 4, the antagonist Kristoph has a really big secret but won't say what it is. He's executed before you can find out what it is. People hate this because it's annoying to not know but honestly I don't get it.

Kristoph is a very secretive and calculated killer, a lot like Cylira or Benedict (if Benedict killed people) and it makes perfect sense for him to never confess whatever secret he had. I like that he dies and we don't know what it was, it fits for his character.

[roobylavender]

What do you think about the live disney princess movies? Like the beauty and the beast could’ve used separate actors for visual acting and the singing, Emma Watson was a bit dodgy idk. The music is toned down in the live action versions either by removing the songs or just being poorly done. Listening to some clips of the little mermaid 😘 hopefully I get around to seeing whole thing.

so when i was watching the live action beauty and the beast and lamenting the horrible music choices i had a mutual who actually linked me this video essay talking about live action disney's music choices in general and it was quite revealing, i highly recommend it. as for how i felt about the movie on a personal level.. i despised it lol. i think in my thread for rewatching all of these princess movies it took up the most space bc i had so many complaints 😭 here are a few summarized lol:

why i think the drop-off in disney live actions occurs after maleficent and cinderella is bc of the fact that these two were not originally musical movies. there were far less constraints present by which disney had to orient the original character arcs, and it gave the writers room to take the stories where they wanted to. the disney live actions after don't have this luxury bc almost all of them are based on films that were movie musicals in the first place. so you're essentially recreating a film almost letter for letter, while nonetheless trying to push it beyond those constraints, and it overall makes for a product that feels very.. awkward. not to mention the live action's music simply does not compare to the original's in any way, like adapting one of disney's best soundtracks ever was already going to be a hassle but they somehow managed to plummet even further below expectations with the end product

in that vein, i think what the live action beauty and the beast really suffers from is being both underwritten and overwritten. it's not willing to expand on the movie's original canon and instead creates new canon where it's not even necessary. for example: the live action cinderella expands on lady tremaine's cruelty and gives it a basis rather than making her into a randomly evil figure. comparatively, the live action beauty and the beast introduces lore as to how belle and the beast's mothers died and it's just.. not needed at all? they don't bond with each other over tragedy. they bond with each other over being outcasts who are misunderstood.

the live action also strips the original movie of all of its fun. there's no scene with belle's father chancing upon a moment of explosive genius, no maneuvering gaston out of the house into a pig puddle while the wedding band unceremoniously breaks into song. it's so lifeless as a movie bc there's only so much it can translate to a live action medium. this also applies to so much of the line delivery, which hardly feels theatrical anymore

the beast.. i'm so upset over how they revamped his character. there's so much deliberation and built up suspense in his original introduction to both maurice and belle that is simply lost in the adaptation. the beast's not an aggressor from the start, he prowls, he approaches slowly, bc he recognizes that he is viewed by others as a monster, bc he anticipates the rejection and fear. he's not actually an animal at heart in the original. he's the one who offers her a room, he's skeptical but quietly hopeful she might join him for dinner. the frustration only comes after bc it's paired with the despair and desperation of knowing that he may live like this forever. the live action carries none of that nuance. it paints him as an aggressor, as someone who doesn't even Want to treat her as anything more than a prisoner, and is forced into placating her by his servants. it completely fails to understand the beast wanted to break the spell, but he felt hopeless as to how

i respect that emma watson is a feminist but that really did not call for altering the entire script of a movie that was already fine and feminist in its own right lol.. like if i wanted to watch a movie about a man learning that it's not girly and cringe to read romeo and juliet i would peruse romance book twt like it was an entertainment channel. the beast's problem originally was that he had spent so long living as a beast he forgot how to live as a human. he forgot how to read bc in his mind no beast needs to learn how to read. to turn that portrayal of insecurity and shame into something about him not respecting shakespeare was just.. utterly stupid? and condescending?

all of this to say i wasn't really a fan of any of the live actions after maleficent and cinderella lol like obv each movie has its unique issues but they are in the same vein as this one's. except, lo and behold, the hype for the little mermaid was so highly anticipated ig that they decided to learn sense and actually put substantial effort into it. i really think it's the best live action disney adaptation thus far, there are so many things about it i love, not least of all the actually sensible feminist changes to the original script as compared to how beauty and the beast tried to recreate something as "feminist" that was already feminist in the first place. like there's no doubt about it, the original the little mermaid is very largely framed around ariel's desire to be with eric. but without giving away too many spoilers, the live action does such a marvelous job at reframing ariel's desire as one for the world, and in a way that really emphasizes on her conflict with triton. i do have a few minor complaints of the film but as a whole it's a really well done revamp that takes an originally very daring female protagonist and fleshes her out even more in the best way possible. eric is also given way more agency and personality so it really feels like you're watching the development of a romance between equals. i am absolutely sure you'll enjoy it when you watch it!

[diaperedfitzypoo]

So I love looking at all the beautiful women/ ABDL/Diapered women! I love the ones who mess and look so cute and comfortable in their diaper!

I guess you can say I'm addicted to it. So bad I use to have over 6000 screen shots saved...😒😬🫨😓 I'm only a shamed of the fact I am taking up so much space with nonsense I can pretty much look at any time.

I see so many of the same pictures over and over. Other people re posting pictures I seen back in the late 90s, when it was hardly a known fetish. The early 2000s... or even reposting other people's pictures on here...

I feel like I have seen a majority of ABDL photos throughout the years...

Point being saving screen shots is pointless and a qast of data and space...

Not to mention incriminating to my personal life.

I just got a new phone and I'm not taking any screen shots. I'm done with it! I won't post other people's pictures from their profile no matter how much I love them!

I need to communicate and message the beautiful women who post on here that I follow.

I'm pretty shy and am nervous, I feel like a weirdo or a perv when I try to comment, so I just try to compliment and be brief.

Sometimes I really wish I could really open up and talk to a real AB women or just a DL.

Not a mommy! I don't know how many ti.es I need to post saying this! NOT LOOKING FOR A FAKE ASS MOMMY! YOU ALL WHO TRY TO FOLLOW ME AND TRY TO MESSAGE ME, NONE OF YOU HAVE BEEN REAL. You might actually want to be an abdl mommy but you all are scam artists. I'm not paying for some one who lives across the USA in far different states to pretend to be a mommy and tell me what to do.

I'm not a full-time diaper wearer, even tho I really widh i could be! I'm very personable about my fettish. Only maybe 8 or 9 people I know personally know about my fetish, and none of them really say anything or judge me. They realized how upset I get when they put me on blast in front of people. Like I'm supposed to admit, I like wearing diapers to the general public? No! That's the worst ever because I know just about everyone around everywhere I have lived.

Trinity County Northern California is a small place where all my family live, and everyone knows everyone literally.

Klamath Falls Oregon also small town where everyone around would judge you and talk crap.

Eugen Oregon was a much bigger place where I would have loved to be diapered in public. I'd definitely go out in public there in a diaper. I'd go not as a sissy or a big baby boy, but I'd go out in a big, thick diapered butt and plastic covers in public. That would be fun to do every once in a while. Too bad I never got to be my weird self in one of the weirdest places in the USA. Eugene Oregon is one of my favorite places I have ever lived. Even tho I was homeless while I lived there and stayed at the mission. It was an experience to be a part of for sure. I recommend any ABDL to go there at least for a vacation and stay diapered the whole time. I guess that on my bucket list to go back and experience the city being a part of the weirdness and to embrace the weirdness that is Eugene Oregon

Sacramento California/ Davis California

Sacramento is one where I did go out diapered in public a few times, but it was nerv wracking, especially North Sacramento I didn't ever wear a diaper out in public, I'd get shot for being a weirdo white guy. Downtown Sacramento around the state Capitol building, I'd go diapered under my pants or shorts out in public, but there are stranger people walking around, like furries in full costumes, around in the day. That would be embarrassing. But I give them props they are much more brave than I.

Davis California is a popping college town just southwest of Sacramento. It's known for its university, UC Davis. It's a pretty town I went around in a diaper a few times. I went out to a bar diapered one night with my best friend. He had no idea I was wearing abwet soaked diaper almost the whole time. I was hoping that a kinky collage girl would notice my bulging bum or even my piss soaked front. But no one noticed. With that, tho I was actually relieved because I didn't want my best friend to know about my fetish. He might know about it. IDK if he ever found out or if he knows that this fetishism exists.

Last is Lake Havasu City Arizona

Lake Havasu is the hottest city in the USA, FACTS! I went to high school here. I moved back here for a job that I have had for two years, I loved that job. The best job I have ever had in my life. I got paid what I was worth there. I was making great money. However, that ended quite abruptly. I'm still struggling from that loss. I have lived in a few places out here and had lost them due to bad alcoholic roommates, both the places I lived . The first place I lived was with my old best friend from high school and his budy Corey, who had issues with me. He had control issues and was jealous of my relationship with my old best friend. Now my old best friend knows that I love diapers and I would order lots of ABDL stuff. Like different types of diapers, I only drempt of wearing and using. Baby cloths. Ckear Plastic diaper cover, a few passifiers, and a footie that is way too hot to wear here, but it's so comfy to wear three diapers all at once and my plastic cover. I'd wear them around the house. It's the only time where I felt completely comfortable in my diapers, completely diapered around my roommates. The roommates Corey and his gf didn't care or make fun of me. In fact, Corey's girlfriend was supportive about my fetish and thought it was kinda cute. They would bring my packages in for me. But after we had a falling out, I had to move out. I became homeless.

Here, I am now living on the streets of the hottest city in the USA, struggling to find work and some stability. I just want to live a normal life.

So, my next place I'm aiming to move to is Las Vegas Nevada. Where there are lots of opportunities for work. I have old friends that live there that I want to be around. Lots of good music, great shows to go to, concerts that I'll not miss ever again! But most of all, I have a new girlfriend. I just started dating, kinda... we have known each other since high school, so over 20 years we have known each other, we went to our first big metal show together. It was epic! Her and I talk about that concert all the time since we have reconnected. She is the first girlfriend I have had in around 6 or 7 years, and I'm stoked about having her say yes to being mine. She has already told me one of her kinks she wants to be pinned down by me aggressively and for me to have my way with her. She said she knows it's a fucked up fantasy to want to feel like she's being forced to do whatever I want to her to do. She wants to feel abused and used. It's her fantasy who am I to say no, I won't do that for her. I absolutely aim to please my partner. I don't get off unless they do. Unless diapers are involved. Then I cum a lot in my diapers. But that fun won't come for a while. I want to be sure that I have her full trust, and I hers before I attempt to let her see me in a diaper or even tell her about it. I might start much smaller of a fetish like start with pee. I'd like her to piss all over me. From there, we can move on to diapers. I'm going to make her my dream baby's girl, 100% she will like it eventually. She is already ready to do kinky things with me. I'm looking forward to building our relationship.

Also, living in Vegas will be cool as hell because I can go out diapered in public 100%. No nervousness what so ever. I'm really, really looking forward to going out at night fully diapered, maybe even wearing multiple diapers all at once out down the strip with plastic covers, maybe. Unfortunately, the adult diaper store, I was just informed the other day that it's getting closed down...😭🥺😭🥺😭😣😖🤧😭🤧🥺🥺😭 waaaahhhh, that was number one on my ABDL bucket list. Now it's going to be closed by the time I save up money to move up to Las Vegas. Sad days🥺😭🤧🥺😫😭🥺🤧

I hope my girlfriend likes them the same way as I do, or Is willing to try to like them. Atleast for me.

I'm not into men in any way!

All my photos on my simple page on here are actually me.

It seems abdl men love my photos, fine I'm glad to share and that some people like them. Man or woman.

But I like women!

So, on this last note, please any woman who might actually read my post... I'm really an ass person, and I want to talk to real people.

Thanks for reading this I hope it reaches the right people.