#((I tried to write less buuuuuut))

[ladyelissarose]

‘Stop Thinking!’

Miguel O’Hara x girlfriend reader

Warnings; 4K!!! NSFW, smut. Very fluffy- Like fluffy overload. Soft Miguel. I feel like he would be such a soft and sweet person while off-work. (Like look at how sweet he was with Gabriella) anyways. Enjoy y’all!


Author’s note: so this is my first time writing smut. I have no experience in this area of writing. But I wanted to try something new for y’all. So far I’ve been learning from all the amazing smut fics I’ve read. (There are some great ones out there!!) So please, I’m willing to take some word from y’all if y’all like or see something that is fixable! Likes and reblogs are much appreciated- much love y’all! message me if you’ll like to mention something in private;)




“Oh!- Miguelll. Ah! That’s tickles.”


You let out a soft giggle as Miguel laid on top of you in bed, at your shared apartment, kissing your soft stomach wherever he pleased. You both decided to take the day off, (more like you pushed him to finally agree because you saw how exhausted he was) after being stressed out and running on 24 back to back shifts all to protect the spider-universes.

Jess and Peter B. had it in their control, along with LEGO Spider-Man too, (Miguel actually trusted that poor LEGO and seemed more at peace with him along with the others than not.) Anyways, while a very attention deprived Miguel tried to shower you in his once all pent up love and touch, you were too busy still thinking and being busy.


“I wonder if Hobie is going to pull a funny prank once you get back, he hates your guts yet can never leave your lair area.”


Miguel mumbled incoherent words as his lips kissed every part of your soft tummy, your shirt now scrunched up to your neck. You were in simple panties while Miguel rested in his boxers, choosing to have less clothing between the two. You felt Miguel all over you, relaxing in his touch but thought a little more before adding,


“Baby can I babysit MayDay one day? So Peter B and you can work better together and he’s not very distracted?”

This time he let out a groan which you considered a ‘yes’.


“Oh yay!”

To that he softly bit your tummy, to which you let out a soft squeak but nonetheless put forth,

“Or maybe I’ll go on a mission with all the teens, they all seem pretty fun, especially Miles and Pavtir. Gwen gives me ‘mommers’ energy, I’ll invite her to the mall instead. ohhhh.”


 He had just left a super wet kiss in between your breasts after giving attention to them, but he replied,
“Hmm hmm amor.”
Miguel loved to hear you talk, it was no doubt that hearing your voice made his day better (especially when certain spiderlings gave him a hard time.)

But right now, he didn’t want to hear that, he just wanted to hear your soft sighs, those little hitched breaths when he kissed a certain spot. Although more than any of those, it was the whimpers and pleading cried you made for him, along with the sweet moans that were addicting and music to his ears.

Buuuuuut, you wouldn’t god damn shut up. Your mind was working to fast instead of slowing down.
“Hey Miguel, when do you think Jess will have her bab-“

Ok, he has had it, pushing his hair back with one hand he lifted up off of your for a second before stressing out his desperation,


“Por Dios amor, can you shut the hell up for one minute?”

Silence filed the room instantly, you snapped out of your chatty self and saw Miguel’s warm brown eyes hold a yearning in them, and he was breathing hard yet letting in and out slowly. You felt bad for being selfish much, and for not being able to decompress for him.

“I’m sorry Miguel.”

A pout fell on your lips which he kissed away instantly,
“It’s ok amor... I’m not mad. Just... relax.”

You nodded and he then kissed you, feeling that you might give in already, but you began to make excuses against his lips. Mumbling the words against him as he had refused to separate from your lips,
“-ut Migg-“

He pulled away with a huff and held up a very serious finger to your lips gently,
“Don’t ‘But Miggy’ me. Miguel, your boyfriend is telling you to shut up and let me love you. No more work, or nothing. All I want to hear from those pretty lips is moans and my name. Es todo, y nada mas.”


A little snicker passed your lips as you then exaggerated with heavy pants,
 “Oh yeah! Yes please! Ohh- AH MIGUELLL! Oh- fuck!!”


Miguel let out a delicious chuckle with a smirk, groaning lowly as he seated himself deep inside you, relishing in the fact of how you squeezed him so perfectly, hitting all the right spots for him. You were left breath and wordless, as his sudden act caught you off guard and now shut up. You let out a shaky breath and a small moan, trying to suppress it as he pressed in harder and held his place as he whispered to your ear,


“Wanna be quiet now? Thought you wanted to be loud? Hm queirda?”


Teasingly he dragged his fangs across your neck, placing feather light kisses behind the wet trails he left. You squeezed his broad shoulders tightly and in that moment you tried to admire his stealth and magnificence above you, but your mind went racing, and you lost yourself in his eyes as you once again went into thinking,
‘How’d his big size fit in so quickly and unexpectedly-‘


“Amor. Are you ok with this- I’m sorry if I-“

Miguel had the guiltiest frown and started to pull away, and you felt as if your air was being taken from you. How could he think he was in the wrong for absolutely praising and pleasuring you?

With grabby hands you pulled him flush against your chest as you pleaded,

“No no no! You’re ok baby, I swear.”


 His brow picked up a bit as he then asked curiously, showing how much he actually cared about ‘you’ over everything, even while still balls deep inside you,
“Then what’s wrong amor? Hm?”


His homey brown eyes bore only yours as you calmed him,
“Sorry, I was just.. lost in thought.”


 His frown was long gone as he pursed his thick lips and couldn’t help but tsk,
“You still have a question do you?”


Your cheeks burned bright red as you slowly nodded and whimpered,

“yes.”

He propped himself on his elbows to not crush you as he then threatened with a kiss to your nose,
“You have one last question to ask before I rail you until you stop thinking.”


 A breath left your chest in satisfaction as you wiggled a bit, biting down a moan from feeling him swell harder in you, and perfectly ignoring how he bit his lips hard to contain himself. You then raked your hands across his back as you perked,
“How’d you squeeze yourself so easily inside of me? When it usually takes-“

Then you took one of his hands and kissed his knuckles before continuing,
“-your fingers to warm me up?”


 Miguel let out one of his warmest smiles that had a hint of tease in it as he replied,
“Well... you were to busy thinking up here *kiss on your head* instead of thinking down here!-“


And with a quick pull back he slammed himself back into you, causing you to arch into him and this time really moan out,
“Ahhh! Oh Miiiguel.”


“Si? I’m here amor. And you-“

Another deep thrust*

“-were long ready before you even knew it.”

deep thrust*

“Oh go-“

“No amor.. just me.. Miguel. Vamos amor, say my name.”

Lust and pride burned red in his eyes as he looked down at your smaller form under his, adoring every move and sound you made, because of him.

With gentle but hard moves he thrusted into you, being the cause of your short breaths and little whimpers that he was now happy to receive and hear. Arms wrapped around him you pulled yourself up and bit onto his lips, and you left him a sweet kiss before challenging with a sultry voice,


“Make me, Miguel.”


His slower, languid movements suddenly stopped, as he watched you look up at him with a high chin. You let go of his arms and dropped yourself back down, lifting your arms above your head and resting them there. You were sure in a damn mood huh? But it only excited you and brought more to your arousal when he growled,


“Lo hare entonces.”


 Eyes now glowing red, in seconds he had one hand clasped with both of yours, fingers intertwining in a bruising grip, holding them high above your head. With his other hand, he put a soft pressure on your lower stomach, and trailed it up, expanding his fingers to get a whole feel of your skin against his. He stopped his hand right at your throat, his sweet voice betraying his sharp demeanor when he asked- of not pleaded,


“Por favor amor? Do you trust me?”


You sent him a confident smile with a verbal reply, knowing he preferred those for good confirmation,


“Yes love. I trust you.”


Fingers embracing the hold your neck gave him, he squeezed lightly, not wanting to push it too much, but it was just the right amount.

Miguel loved pushing you and trying new things, but he always did it after asking and making sure you were absolutely comfortable. If not he wouldn’t ask twice to do it or make you feel bad about not going with it.

Now your legs found place around his waist, hugging him tightly as he had pulled back and you refused him to go any further out.

But your worries about that were cut short when he began to pour his love out to you with every sharp thrust. Hitting every spot in you had you almost seeing stars, warmth seeped into you from the inside out. Low whimpers escaped his lips all while he made sure loud moans came from yours.

Also, one thing Miguel couldn’t go through this without- was the praise.

“You’re taking me so well amor, eres perfecta. All mine hm?”

A kiss to your lips he added,
“Look at you, hermosa. Tan bueno... look at me.”

You eyes had tried to flutter shut, but at his whimpering plea you couldn’t deny him. Your fucked out eyes looking into his hungry and lustful ones, you both fed off on one another, pleading for more.
 Words were almost not able to get out from how breathless he made you with every thrust. Bit with a certain one that hit you right where it made all the butterflies go all out, you did muster out,
“Y-Yes! Jus’ for you Mig- ah! Please- don’t stop!”

A heavy sigh left your lips as tears prickled in your eyes, the pleasure all too good to keep a straight face. You could feel it all building up, but it felt all too right and perfect to want to finish it and let it go so fast. And you knew Miguel felt the same when he groaned,
“Just a little longer amor, no quiero parar tampoco.”

Your legs pushed him further into you and you dug your heels into his muscled lower back, reaching up to kiss he parted lips.
 Lips then connecting he took your breath away yet provided leverage with his hard pants escaping into you. His muscles rippled under you and you could feel his every movement as he pressed himself impossibly closer to you, not getting enough of your touch or your skin against his.

A light coat of sweat covered you both at the close proximity, but neither gave a damn as you dove into the heat of this moment, embracing into this warmth and heat that was like no other. It was the kind that made you feel safe, known, belonging, cared for, and most of all.. unapologetically loved.

After every other thrust Miguel seemed to be going faster, his hand leaving your neck to use his fingers to rub against your clit, prompting you to reach your high he called his trophy.

Your moans spurred him on as you could feel that familiar and all different warmth of pleasure grow in your lower tummy. You squeezed Miguel’s hand tightly as you pleaded in between moans,
“Ah! Miguel, please.”

With a harsh but quick kiss to your lips Miguel teased,
“Please what? Qué deseas amor?”

He let out a deep groan when your walls tightened around him, making him let out a sweet low moan that was rare to get but you swallowed his every sound desperately like a drug. He smiled with his lips on yours as he asked,
“You close amor? Hm? I can feel- ahhhh.”

You’ve never heard Miguel this vocal before, and you couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t triggering something deep in you. Finding him strong in his vulnerability, as he moaned to your words,
“I’m close baby- please! F-Faster!”

Miguel then let go of your hands, and wrapped his arms around you, settling with one hand splayed on your back, and the other gripping your waist tightly, threatening to leave ‘love tattoos’. With a single kiss to you lips Miguel growled,
“Como deseas, aferrate a mi.”


 Your arms grasped tightly onto his broad shoulders, closing whatever gap was left between you two. Your cheek was pressed on his and you held his head against you possessively. 


Miguel put himself onto his knees, and laid you down while clinging onto him for life, as if you were afraid to let him go and lose everything of him. With a reassuring kiss to your head, the fight for your highs became utterly real.

With quick, deep thrusts he began to absolutely rail you, grinding onto your sweet spot with every hit, spurring you on and raising your cries for him.
“Oh Miguel! Ah! Please please- Miguel!!”

He could definitely feel how close you were to an euphoric moment, velvety walls swallowing his length and milking him for what was to come. It only encouraged him to suck up what was left of his adrenaline to sink further in and gift what he could in pleasure.


 Miguel loved you entirely, he’d kill and die for you. You had given him your heart and knew he wouldn’t screw up again, and if he did, he swore with his heart and life that he’d pay for it. In return he had finally given his to you, once he saw and knew you’d do the absolute same for him, if not more.

His life was harsh and more than occupied, he wore a mean facade 99% of the time so he wouldn’t be stepped on, but with you, he could be 100% himself, and this is who he was. A loving, self-sacrificing man, who was vulnerable and healing by giving his all to you. Showing his love endlessly by making himself yours and you his. 
 Feeling himself coming to close to his release, he let go of your waist and trailed his hand to your clit, using his fingers to press down harsh and tight circles that have you curling your toes.
“Vamos amor, come baby I’m right with you. I’m h-here.”


 His words cut short when you finally let go at his command, gushing on him as you let out a deep cry of his name and ‘I love you’s’. 
 Miguel embraced you close as he let go right after you, panting and kissing your neck as he let his cum paint inside of you, marking you once again as his. With a couple last deep thrusts, he finally came to a stop and took deep breaths in between heartfelt words.


“I.. I love you amor.. so m-much.”


You responded with a light kiss to his lips and a mumble, feeling the exhaustion slowly take over,
“I love you... more baby.”


 Miguel got up on his elbows, muttering comforting words as he slowly started to pull out, but you whined a bit and held his shoulders, a small but visible pout on your lips. He thought you were very sore after such a long and hard session, but you quickly said,
“Stay inside.. I.. I want you close.”


 Miguel smiled at you sweetly, knowing that he too would love to do the same, but you needed a refreshing bath first. So he bargained and promised,
“Why don’t we take a quick bath, then we can do that, yeah amor?”

You thought for a minute before accepting he was right, the sticky feeling in your legs showing so. The thought of having cool yet warm water embrace your growing sore body, had you ready to get up immediately.


“Ok baby, let me get up to start it-“

“No no no... let me carry you, come on.”


Like the strong man he was, he was able to sweep you up into a bridal style, carrying you gently into the bathroom as you muttered,
“Thank you..”

“Anytime amor. Sit here while I get the stuff ready.”


 He gently placed you on the sink and wrapped you with the sheet you dragged along so you wouldn’t get cold, pressing a kiss to your lips twice, he then went on to prepping your bath. 


Having memorized all the salts and bath bombs you preferred most for soreness and relaxation, Miguel efficiently and quietly placed them all into the warm water, splashing it a bit to make more bubbles (as he knew you secretly loved it passionately) 

 In peace you watched how his back muscles moved so enticingly with every thing he did. They were so big and comforting to touch.

He used his strength to take out big scary guys and protect his multiverses... but he also used them to make your bath perfect, and that thought... did warm your heart and make you fall harder for him as always.

His chiseled chest gleaming in light and in his sweat, brought you back to earth as he walked toward you with a warm smile and soft words,
“Ok mi amor, it’s ready, come on.”


 With one arm he picked you up, only confirming how tough you thought he was, and he gently and carefully placed you both in. His chest against your back he held you close, his hands never leaving your body. 


You two sat in quiet for a bit, relishing in the water and in each other, soon then Miguel asked if you were ok and not hurt at all, you responded with,
“I feel complete with you. I’m perfectly safe and happy baby.”


 With peppering kisses you two helped each other clean up, you too also asking him questions to make sure he was ok as well, and he responded assuringly,
“Never been better. Contigo estoy contento amor.”


 Little after you both were ready to hop out, as the water had cooled down. Drying off with fluffy towels, exchanging shy and loving glances at your exposed bodies made you both giggle a bit and have rosy faces, but you’ve never felt more free and safe. 


Massages were given to your sore legs and back, as Miguel rubbed on some lotion for you. You tried to do the same, but ended up being enthralled by how rock hard his abs were that you got distracted a couple of times.

So you instead helped him back by getting some fresh water and popping some fruit in his mouth, he couldn’t resist but return that favor but also steal fruity kisses. Then you two put out clean sheets, it all felt so romantic yet domestic, and beautiful combination that was so perfect. 
 Now completing his promise, the big, strong, mean and hard Miguel held puppy eyes and crawled on top of your laying form and whispered,
“Can we still...?”

“Yes baby, I haven’t changed my mind. C’mere.”


 He smiled like a dork, as he guided himself into you once again, this time he was soft yet firm, but you both sighed contentedly once he was fully inside.

Half of his weight rested on you, his legs to the side as his face came to hide in your neck, his hand finding place on your head and the other intertwined with yours. You cradled his head and kissed it sweetly,
“Goodnight baby, get some sleep.”


 Your words sounded like he was the only one going to be sleeping. Your voice sounded so alive compared to his, and he could only grumble,
“You better not be thinking. Go to sleep.”

“Miggy-“


 His head lifted to be above you as he worded seriously yet with a tease,
“Go mimis. Please amor. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You lifted a brow and sassed,
“Promising another round sir?”


 Calling ‘sir’ had him smirk and threaten,

“More like rounds. I won’t only make your legs sore but your brain too.”

“Mmmm challenge accepted-“

He sighed a short laugh of disbelief at your still sassiness as he plopped back down into your neck.
“Mimis amor. Now.”

You were going to respond, but a sudden deep yawn came over you, and in seconds you felt extremely exhausted. Eyes closing slowly you worded lastly,
“G’night baby.. love you.”


 Miguel hummed against you, content to hear you passing out as he replied,
“Sweet dreams amor.. love you too.”


 You passed out before he even finished, he felt the deep breaths you took and how your hand went limp on his head. He smiled to himself and got comfortable, before riding his sleeping chariot alongside you.

Spanish Translations;
amor- love
Queirda- dear
Como deseas- as you wish
Es todo, y nada mas- that’s it, and nothing more
Lo hare entonces- I’ll do it then.
Aferrate a mi- Hold onto me
Vamos- come on
Contigo estoy contento- With you I’m happy
Eres perfecta- you’re perfect
Mimis- night-night

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TADC cast comforting the reader!

i know i said i have a character limit (and technically ive already broken it for the creepypasta version of this post and similar posts in this category) buuuuuut admins personal writing gets to twist the rules a little bit/j/lh and also i dont want to make multiple posts for this prompt soooooooooo writing this while im waiting to make my silly money on a roblox tycoon yall know how it is :3 uuuuuuh might have more typos than usual simply because that wave of sleepiness is hitting but also i wanna finish my tycoon so NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

CAINE:

i think he might try too hard in trying to get you to feel better. likely overwhelms you but he doesnt have ill intent (though that doesnt change much, youre still overwhelmed) so you might have to be firm in having him reel things back to a level that works for you. i think he would ask you whats wrong, as well as get anything he thinks he would help you feel better (drinks, blankets... hell before you can process anything hes probably got you buried in loads of things)... hes got the spirit but his intensity is... well intense.. torn between him being a decent listener because on one hand i can see him being hooked on every word you say and talking over you in an attempt to find a solution right then and there.... 6/10 i love caine but i get overwhelmed/overstimulated easily

POMNI:

does not know what to do when someone around her it upset, much less crying... i think she would put on this really weird... awkward... forced smile to try to lessen the tension in the air (failing at it, mind you) and try to pat your back... asks if you want to talk about it... a really good listener, actually. a better listener than a comforter, her solutions are so-so, they're what you expect from someone who doesnt want to accidentally overstep but nonetheless still cares about how you feel. at least you can count on her being totally no judgement, too... lets you talk to her for as long as you need, giving a nod and affirmation that she is in fact listening 8/10

RAGATHA:

very similar to pomni in regards to being a great listener, but i think ragatha would also be a great comforter as well as solution giver! lets you come into her room, gives you one of her nicer blankets to curl under while she lets you unload onto her. if someone is being mean to you or something is frustrating you, ragatha offers to give you a hand to find a solution to make things easier for you. offers to confront the person for you, though she does vaguely urge for you to build yourself up to try to speak up for yourself in the future. of course, if you ever need anyone ragatha is going to be there for you but she would also love to see you stand up for yourself. builds you up, probably gives peps talks! 8.5/10

JAX:

more often than not its going to look like hes disinterested or flat out not listening... which if it were just about anyone else that might really be the case.. buuuuuut what if you were one of his friends, or perhaps a partner? i think he would at least throw in a yeah.. which i think for how i typically write jax means something. one of those "if he didnt actually care he wouldnt be responding at all" and yeah sure its the bare minimum... i think every now and then he might just say screw it and throw his act out the window start shit talking... usually if theres someone to shit talk, you know if someone has made you upset or something... i think he would make them a target for his pranks... usually tries to play everything off as something light or unimportant but as long as its you, he is listening and he is going to at least make an attempt to do something about it... just dont bring it up 4/10 because personally it would make me feel worse shrugs

KINGER:

well i dont know how dad/energy having people can be comforting because my dad is emotionally distant/lh but i think he would let you come into his pillow fort... or if you dont want to be in a space so small he would let you come into his room, or he might take you out on a walk around the grounds. i think he would be more of a listener than anything else, nodding and humming to let you know hes listening. when theres pauses in your speaking he tries to offer some advice which can be pretty hit or miss. i think he would give you a hug, if you asked for one... if you want a distraction he will launch into a ramble about insects and other things! trails off to ask how youre doing every now and then, usually makes him lose his spot in the previous conversation thus starting a new one... will talk for hours 7/10 but im biased for kinger

ZOOBLE:

distant but not in the way jax is, zooble just has trouble expressing some of their emotions. jax just doesnt like showing any care or vulnerability. but zooble might let you stay in their room if youre crying or otherwise outwardly distressed. might let you sink down into one of their bean bag chairs... kind of just opens up a vent session with asking if you want to talk shit, or to just get angry. i think they can deal with someone being angry and irritated than a crying person because at least then they can apply their own irritation for it and put themselves in the other persons shoes. really you two just bounce and build each other in this scenario, kind of just letting off steam that should have been released far sooner... i dont know about you guys but its refreshing 8/10

GANGLE:

might get upset with you if youre really upset.. or maybe upset for you? i think she might be able to feel a lot for those she cares about deeply, so while it might look like shes trying to hijack the moment for herself, shes just crying FOR you.. lets you use her art supplies to make vents or to simply scribble. another big listener, i think she would try to give advice but... given that gangle herself has no spine (figuratively and literally) i think its... not the best advice... like the kind of stuff you try to affirm to yourself to get through a hard day, usually those affirmations.... dont work...but hey theres an effort! i mean at least she makes sure you feel heard and listened to, which is at least a little better than jax soooooo 5.5/10

[navxry]

aster ehe

[ aster— do you have any 'fictional crushes' on any movie, tv show, or book characters? who and why? ]

well there's a lot.

like a lot lot.

but to give the general rundown of every crush I used to have AND still have to this day.

(warning: long ass post lmao)

dear God help me

I used to really like Jack but that's cause my sorry ass was cis and straight and I did not know what it felt to like other girls.

I grew out of it cause it was cringe and tbh he wont get along with me too much LMAOOOO

ANOTHER ONE I LIKE IS MINHO FROM THE MAZE RUNNER AND IT'S THE BOOK VERSION OF HIM- but the movie somewhat justified his sass like DAMN.

I also love Newt in the books, fucking cried when I red The Death Cure (I'm so sorry Newt) AND THE FUCKING ENDING I AM WEEPING AT THE TRILOGY.

Theresa was my then crush now :/ because the conclusion was. wack.

Okayokayokay so uh next lmao

on the topic of TMR, I red a lot of books when I was in my 7th to 9th grade years (mostly cause my old phones either broke or got taken away), and I actually liked a few people I red?

I love Poison from Chris Wooding, but it became less love and more "I like the character" (and also it got me into the matters of worldbuilding with fantasy so ty Chris Wooding)

The Selection by Kiera Cass was a book I CANNOT put down and I love the MC and the male lead. I forgot their names because its been years BUT I CRAVE TO READ IT AGAIN AND THE REST SOB SOB

Uhhhhh who else fuck uh, rattling my brain---

there was this one book that's like (I forgot the title name I apologize in advance) the house is abandoned and there's the typical girl that moves in from her apartment, and the plot is just. so wack? But the ending is that this one guy she's into is running some fucking cult and he's into this other girl but it is MESSY.

And the other guy which was the bad boy was tryna help but reminded me of Scara

my dumbass back then liked the guy that ran the cult. yeah, freaky.

mmmm which book uh, fuck-

OH THERE'S ONE BOOK I KINDA REMEMBER THE PLOT OF

its premise is so!! Interesting!! And basically the plot is just royalty but with magic, and the parents got killed one night. and then the MC and her brother ran away from royalty (so true), and in recent times, her and her bro tried to get away cause she found em, he dies, and she's out for blood.

I'm so sorry this plot is wack its been years bUT I LOVE IT AND OH MY GOD

HOLDING YOUR SHOULDERS RN

I LOVE THE MC

I am not joking the MC??? She's such a girlboss and my young self was SMITTEN. Fucking lesbian that's closeted smh smh

I swear I'm gonna write abt that plot one day in a series once I remember, trust me.

OKAY NEXT

uhhhhh tv shows

um shit

so I have a confession to make:

I have no idea who I liked back when I was so young and used to wach TV shows. like a normal kid.

BUT I used to like Boboiboy because an old friend from elementary had me hooked on the series…

… buuuuuut I fell out of it and honestly lost touch with her :( it was sad because she's the first person I can say I rlly enjoyed talking abt shit like this, but. yeah. still miss her tbh.

mmmmm I think that's it? I mean, if you want me to rant abt gaming fictional characters then I'll def rb this LMAO

but yeah, that's all the crushes I have lol

[frstbiitten]

Before, the world didn't offer a notion about the future, every day was different and nothing was planned beforehand, there’s no preparation for what could come next. Now, it was different, she had found a good source of interest and source of money, it was arguably a possible source of income, it was very risky by how brutal and insane it sounded. Beating each other for money, who could do such a thing to have some coins in their pockets? Well, it's unthinkable in a way, but despair is what moves one to do something they never thought possible. There were more people sharing the same shoe and none of them felt lucky to be breathing, it was an obligation to be able to breathe properly. Living, that's what everyone wants, to be able to see the lights of dawn.

She was no exception. If she is alive now it was for something, now there is a reason to not die from hunger or the weather, for she had more will in her spirit. Although, without lying, there were days that preferred to be consumed by worms, to turn into dust in the most painless way possible, that could be considered a gift from fate. Thinking about the death terrified her, knew that one day death will come for her, the indicated day when her body would collapse imminently, her bones, every artery, her own blood, everything will become useless objects without any use. She didn't want that for her, though she doesn't feel exactly alive at all either.

For now, her body was still functional, she could do what almost anyone else could do, but after the first night at "The Box" as some people called it, her muscles begged to rest. The first thing she did with the money she had gotten the first night was to buy a cheeseburger, although what she had won was not too much and she left the rest to manage it in the upcoming days -she had some hope that could get out of this situation in the future, one day-. It has been years since the last time she ate a cheeseburger, something that could placate with the hunger she was constantly feeling, maybe it wasn't the best food or the most nutritious, but at least it felt like a reason to go on long enough until she could continue and rebuild her life from scratch -but had no idea how.

This time she had some company, Lewis accompanied her and worked as a good moment for her sister Clarissa to meet the new girl, they were almost identical, almost the same light skin and they had the same mole under the left eye, although her features were softer. She was almost as tall as him, something that led her to think that they might be twins. Something that she could notice about Clarissa was her muscles, they were firm and accompanied the rest of her anatomy in balance with the rest of her body, she had slightly thicker arms and wide shoulders, she felt some intimidation from such anatomical structure. Such was the intimidation that she later saw in a broken portion of a mirror she had kept in her 'place’. The girl barely had enough muscles to look menacing and the skin on her face seemed too thin as well as pale, as if it were going to break.

"Mmm... I can't believe that a girl like this could have beaten a veteran like she did, can you explain well what happened?" The sister hadn't finished her glass of soda yet and kept insisting with the straw, watching the girl eat the burger somewhat uncomfortable with her presence itself, as if she was from another world and didn’t even know how to look like a human being.

"Well, she, Snowflake, not only struck her skull, but she literally froze her arms out of nowhere and broke them into a thousand pieces, it was like seeing a wild wolf with rabies attacking a moose." yes, that's how it happened, even though the girl still hasn’t reached for the memories of that night, beyond all the blood that had to be removed and the wounds she had to clean, there still are bruises on her stomach and legs.

"Well... I find it hard to believe, she hasn’t reached adulthood yet  and she’s so short, maybe it was just beginner's luck."

"I owe.. nothing... to luck." She mentioned between bites and with a full mouth, observed both before finishing with her burger. Well no, it wasn't beginner's luck at all, and it never would be, she didn't believe in such a thing as luck as it could never prove that it was on her side. In any case, luck owes her more than one could think.

"Okay, valid, let's forget beginner's luck for now."

Lewis' real intentions were that his sister could train Snowflake as soon as she could and have her ready for the next encounter, which gods know when it was going to be but it wasn’t going to be soon. Neither Clarissa nor Snowflake were excited about the idea of receiving such orders, Clarissa wasn’t aware of her brother's decisions. They decided to start as soon as possible with the training so they could have some notion as to how much she could hold, Clarissa seemed to have mastered the concept of throwing someone down, made a demonstration with Lewis - which was surprising and almost leaves him very confused-, she flexed her knees and advanced as fast as she could to wrap his brother's waist with her own arms, she then  proceeded with lifting him a few inches above the ground and pushing him down to the hard ground.

"AAAHHHH SHIIIT, FUUUUCK!!!" Lewis's screams frightened the girl, asked if he would be okay after taking such an intense blow directly the spine, he could only turn on his body and keep screaming in pain, there were even tears in his eyes and began to cry.

"He’s going to be okay, when you least expect it, he’s going to be doing his thing again like nothing has happened."

"Good, because I don't want to kill him with a movement like that."

Between those weeks of training, sometimes she felt that her body could not bear it and they had to stop, the level of sugar in her blood could lower suddenly, feel dizzy or not feel physically strong enough. Years of poor nutrition were doing its effect when she least needed it, from now on she wouldn't have to look into disgusting places for some food. Clarissa was stronger than one could tell at first, was able to lift her brother who was somehow slightly heavier than her, and she had no issue with lifting him off the ground. She was careful when it came to teaching the girl a few new moves, a way to make the opponent lose access to the air stream, such as making the other fall on their back and other techniques as well. The place they chose was what was once a warehouse a few decades ago, this part of the city is suffering from the decline that the country was going through, there were many conditioning factors for such an increase in poverty, even if she did not understand them completely.

The good news is that she could live in a small abandoned apartment, and won’t be too far from the siblings at least, although this one lacked many things. Obviously, the paint was flaunted and there was debris on the ground, the smell of isolation and dead was the first thing that made her regret leaving her lair between the rocks, but it was better to have a roof than have nothing. There were rules: whatever she earned every night, both Lewis and Clarissa would get 15% each, meaning that 30% would be for both of them, while 'Snowflake' would get the rest. There weren't many guidelines to follow, just that she didn't die in the middle of the fight for her own obvious good, and she couldn't try or dare to do business with anyone else who volunteered to help her.

"Good... So ... this is where I'm going to stay?" She looked around, at least the bathroom was still working, it was something, and she would have to search for the exact spot from where such a hideous smell came from.

"Yes, I know it's not a 5-stars hotel, but it's what we could afford." Clarissa mentioned without paying much attention to the girl's discomfort, usually, she didn't often care about anyone but herself.

"Also, if you need anything, we have a phone to give you, it's not the big deal but it was cheap and is  supposedly very resistant to falls and all that." From inside a paper bag, Lewis pulled out a small cardboard box, had no image or inscription that could catch the attention, could it be stolen or a  smuggled product? The girl preferred not to ask questions on the subject, maybe it could have some connection to the mob or something. "You have our numbers if you need something from us, we'll also let you know when we come to pick you up."

Inside the box was a phone which model was a hit a few years ago, the first models that went on sale after those that looked like portable bricks were smaller, the screen had only two colors - gray and black or blue and black-, and this was one of them. With the press of a single button the small device came to life and lit a light gray color, the keys were not divided between each other but were joined by a soft-touch material and easy to press. Better than nothing, she had to remember that everything she would have from now, even though it was almost useless, old or in bad shape, was better than having nothing. She appreciated it.

"Do you think you can fight again tonight? Some people are talking about you since the first night." The girl had not paid much attention to Lewis' voice for being more interested in the new phone, he sighed exhaustively and placed both hands on his hips, while his sister kept her arms crossed and turned her eyes.

"What? Fight tonight?... I think I could do it, although I don't know how it's going to end." Despite the training she received, she still had doubts about whether she could use her powers in the midst of the fight, at some point the ice would come to the rescue from the depths of her cells, it would not be long before the adrenaline took effect and she becomes a real threat t the other rival.

It had been almost two months since the first fight, she would lie if she said that had confidence in her own strength now that her body has begun to change in respect to the muscles, it was an almost imperceptible change to the naked eye, but her arms began to harden and the grip of her hands became firmer than before. She could win, she had the strength necessary and the power to win. That night there was tension in the air, the atmosphere was different, as Clarissa's presence there alerted several spectators, her name is already a well-known one among them, and just by seeing her, memories and rumors came out afloat without saying a single word.

[himbo-only-zone]

Sonia meeting a (gender neutral) crush on the island, despair or non despair is fine, and trying to woo them but between her more obscure ways of flirting and the crush being oblivious it takes ages for them to figure it out? I just love her. Same kind of thing for Ibuki too, if you don't mind?

sonia and ibuki trying to flirt (but failing)

trigger warning: teruteru slight mention (only his food)

tHIS IS SO CUTE!! I suck at flirting (ask my girlfriend) so I had a lot of fun doing this one. Honestly, I'm super super proud of this one!!

- Mod Anna

SONIA NEVERMIND.

• Once she meets you, she's instantly infatuated. You're so different than anyone else here, and she really wants to know more about you! So, she tries her hardest to figure out how to "woo" you, per say. However, she has some quite unusual ideas.

• The first idea she had was sending you some gifts. She didn't exactly know what you liked, so she ended up sending you some cool books she found in the library! All of those books happened to be true crime books. Certainly not the ... most romantic approach. She's really trying!

• So, she attempts to go at it with a pick up line. A classic one from Novoselic, one that's certain to grab your attention! One day, she walked up to you with her hands on her hips and proudly presented her pickup line.

• “Are you a magician? Because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

• “Oh- no, I'm afraid not, but I know what might help! I would go to an eye doctor, maybe they could get you some glasses to see better? If I can help, tell me!!”

• “That wasn't what I- ... thank you, s/o. I appreciate it.”

• This goes on for a solid month. She keeps spewing pickup lines your way, she keeps sending you gifts, nothing's working! She has to be as up front as possible. This ... this is going to take a bit. She needs to build up her confidence first.

• After confiding in some of the girls ... and Gundham, she builds up confidence. They're all cheering her on to ask out her amazing s/o! So ... she makes her way to you and places her hands on your shoulders.

• “I want to go on a date with you because I love you, and I would love to be your girlfriend if you would allow me to. Is ... Is that okay ...? I really don't know if I'm doing any of this right- I came on too "strong," didn't I?! S/O, please just ignore everything I sa-”

• “You could've just told me!” you said with a giggle, hugging her tightly.

• She laughed nervously, burying her head in your neck. “I really did try, S/O ...”

IBUKI MIODA.

• After Ibuki met you, she was always excited to be around you! Something about you made her a lot more energetic, she just seemed to want to impress you more. This was totally a crush, and Ibuki couldn't help but feel excited! Time to flirt!

• She decided to write a song for you for her first attempt, wanting to start off with a bang! Did you expect any less from the musician? So, during one of her pep-rally-type concerts, she sang a love song. It was so specific with your attributes, but ... you didn't seem to get it.

• Now, what in the world could she try next? ... pick up lines! But, she wasn't going the cheese-y route, she was going to be original and make one herself! So, she sat on the floor of her bedroom and craft the perfect one for you. It took her a while, but she happily presented the best one!

• “For a minute there I thought I’d died and gone to heaven! But but but but buuuuuut, now Ibuki sees that she is very much alive, and heaven has been brought to her!!”

• “Oh, really? What kind of heaven? You're talking about the cakes Teruteru made, aren't you? They're really really good, aren't they?”

• “No, that's not what Ibuki ... mmm, I want some more of those cakes, c'mon, s/o!!”

• Ibuki couldn't handle this anymore! She needed you to know how she truly felt, this was getting too hard to keep in! She was practically bouncing on her toes at every given moment around you! So, while getting some more those cakes, she took your hand and got really close to your face.

• “Listen here, buddy. What's your deal?! Haven't you realized I'm totally in love with you yet?! Because Ibuki thought she was making it obvious!!” she said, pouting lightly at you.

• “Y-You really think that way, Ibuki? I feel the same!” you giggled excitedly.

• Ibuki hugged you close, shaking her head. “Of course I do, you big dummy. I love you so so so so so so so so so so-” This goes on for about an hour.

[whoreshijima]

Congrats on the 250 🥳🥳 that's so awesome!

If your event is still open, could I request a road trip with Kyoutani or Noya just you two going back to the place where he first confessed he liked you and wanted you to be part of his life

Thank you so much!! 😘

Omg yes you can!!! I’m gonna assume you want it SFW :) I’m struggling to choose between the 2 characters, but soft Kyoutani is calling my name 🥺🥰

CW// fem!reader

Houses and trees blur past your window as your boyfriend drove you down the street of your home town. Kyoutani’s hand was on your thigh, squeezing gently and rubbing his thumb across the soft skin that pokes out from under your dress. It was very rare you both got time off together, Kyou was rarely home, training hard and often away for matches and training camps. You were so proud of him and how far he has come. Back in highschool he trained so hard to be the best around, you knew his heart broke when they never made it to nationals. He would never let you know that, but you could tell. 

You’ve known Kyoutani since you were both kids, living in the same town and going to the same schools it was inevitable you would both become friends. As you got older, you drifted apart, Kyou focusing on sports and volleyball, Yourself focusing on more academic parts of your life. That was okay though, you’d shoot glances to eachother across the cafeteria or across the yard, both hiding blushes behind a cough or taking a bite out of your food. 

Pulling up into the parking space, your boyfriend sends a smile your way “We’re here” he whispers, pulling you across the space that separates you for a small kiss, his finger hooked under your chin. Kyou’s kisses still take your breath away, even after six years of being together. 

The first time Kyou kissed you, it was unexpected. He had walked you home after he had volleyball practice. You had been working in the library and he saw you walking alone across the campus of the school by yourself. He jogged over to you, calling your name. “Y/N!” He yelled, placing a hand on your shoulder. You walked in comfortable silence after he offered to walk you. Every now and then you’d ask about volleyball and he’d ask you what you had been up to. Once you were at the door to your house, you hugged him goodbye, placing a small kiss to his cheek “Thank you, Kyou” He never pulled away though, your faces lingering close to each others. You could feel his breath against your lips and before you knew it, his palm was against your cheek, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. He tasted like mint gum and strawberries and was so soft with how he treated you. It took your breath away. 

Before you knew it, your boyfriend was opening your car door, smiling at you “After you” he muttered, causing a giggle to leave your lips. He’s never been the best at romantic gestures, but he tries so hard for you. You leave a small kiss against his cheek “Where are you taking me, babe?” You question, tilting your head slightly as his his strong, sturdy hand links in yours. He starts to walk, gently tugging you along with his long strides. “Thought we could go for a walk, visit some places” He shrugs, pulling on your arm so you’re tucked into his side. 

Kyoutani has always liked you tucked in close to his side, the closer you were, the more he could look after you, protect you even. He has always been protective of you, never wanting harm to come your way and he knew the closer to him you were, the less likely that was to happen. He was always scary looking in highschool. Most juniors were terrified of your boyfriend, the scowl on his face was enough to scare anyone away. The glares that he would dish out to anyone who even dared look in your general direction. But anyone who really knew Kyoutani knew he was a softie, would never actually hurt anyone. You knew this by how soft his hands were against your skin, or the way his sturdy fingers pushed your hair behind your ears, brushing against your cheek gently.

Walking along the road, you recognised the shops that you would often wander around together, buying cakes and sweets. Kyou’s favourite meat buns came from the store along the street you were walking down. You made a mental note to stop on the way back to the car, it could be your dinner and it would make your boyfriends night. With a small sigh and a smile you slowly make your way to the park where you both used to play as children. The park gradually turned into the place where you met to walk to school together, then it turned into where you used to have picnics together, feeding eachother like the cringey couple you both swore you’d never be.

One day this parked changed your life. You were wandering around it with Kyoutani, hand in hand, tucked in close to his side. The sun was setting and putting a beautiful warm glow onto his skin, he really was an angel in your eyes. You find a secluded area with a small bench and he pulls you in close to his side “Be my girlfriend” he muttered out, turning to look at you. There was no subtlety to it, no romantic gesture to win your heart over. He had already won your heart over by being himself. That day he told you he never want’s you to leave him, to be with you forever until your old and grey. His thumbs were so gentle as he rubbed the tears away from your cheeks, chuckling as he pulls your lips against his. 

Before you knew it, you were back to that spot. The sun was high in the sky, clouds rolling past peacefully as you looked around. You always felt at peace here, you relate it to your boyfriend, the one man you know will always be there for you, protect you, love and care for you. You walk around the small space slowly, not realising your boyfriend was no longer by your side “Hey Kyou do you remember when-” You turn around, sentence cut short by the image of your boyfriend on one knee. He looked nervous, a small frown pulled on his forehead, slightly nibbling on his bottom lip. Honey brown eyes meet yours, he instantly relaxes when he sees you, knowing that he doesn’t want anyone but you, all nerves and second thoughts running from his mind.

“Y/N... we both know I’m no good with words” he mumbles, causing you to giggle and step forward towards him “Marry me” He says that line with confidence, again there was no subtlety to the statement, he knew what he wants and he knows you want it too. However there was a romantic gesture this time, the diamond ring sitting in a perfect red box, it took your breath away, glistening in the sun and in that moment you knew how much you meant to Kyou. “Please marry me, Y/N” You can’t help but fling your arms around his neck, clinging onto him so tight. You both fall to the floor, laying in the grass and laughing like mad with each other “Yes!!” He pulls back to look at you, a wide smile spread across his face “Yes?!” “Yes, Kyou!!” 

Sitting you both up, he slides the ring onto your finger, with a gentle touch like he’s always used on you. It was a little snug but it looked so beautiful against your skin. You both stare at it for a minute before you feel a strong grip under your chin, pulling your head up to meet your gaze, soft, plush lips crashing against yours. “Holy shit, I love you so much” he whispers out, pulling your hand to his lips, running over your new ring. “I love you too” you whisper back. You know you’ll remember this day and this spot for the rest of your lives. Adding to the many memories you already have here. 

So this took my really long to write I’m so sorry, I really wanted to do this well and I think I’ve done it a little bit of justice :) Soft kyoutani makes me wanna weep thank you so much for asking this! :)

I’m not sure the ending was as best as it could be buuuuuut I like it :))) 🤍🤍

[secretpersona8]

hey! just finished reading your fic and i'm here to tell you how much i love it!

- worldbuilding is stunning, i love what you've made of the canonical bits and bobs of this time & things like your writing of dark magic like the mark and blood magic (burst blood vessels in eyes, nosebleeds, bleeding gums etc are such classic symptoms of magical fuckery, and i can never resist things like that). the hints of magical places/people in other parts of the world. and there's still the strange things, like family abilities and curses. your magic is tasty without being too rigid

- seventh year setting means some (dubiously) happy time in school before getting thrown into the fucked-up mess of the wizarding world at this time, i like that, and having the marauders et al already graduated kind of keeps things fresh

- speaking of having a lot of canon characters out of focus, your ocs are fantastic, may the unfortunate ones rest in peace. i think elyse rosier contributes a lot to our general understanding of slytherin and the death eaters, etc, with how she exists in this world (i promise i love her as a character too, the whole "nicking bits of people to get them cursed as revenge" thing was inspired), and how could one not love emma vanity?

- your regulus. yes. excellent. i think you did the black family really well too

- just how much the war has affected hogwarts, meant to be a safe place, with students losing fingers and doing dark rituals and definitely more attempted murder and assault than should be going on at a school-

- i adore your pandora - her use of blood magic just fits so well with the little we know of her in canon and her name. the way she starts to lose herself in all of it - all for the greater good, right? - and how the people in her life help her out

- in the summer (?) when things were just going wrong? that was a delightful bit of "oh no" action

- the order in this is great, logistics and all that, like how you described them in the note - a semi-paramilitary group. logistics is always wonderful in these things

- the blacks are cursed to know how they will die? that's just perfect - poor regulus with his inferi. unfortunate way to go. too bad his mum hasn't seen fit to inform him, huh? that's probably kind of a nasty revelation

- they've both changed so much, and it's only been what? a year? less than two years, and i guess it's kind of like when pandora was meeting the marauders and lily etc in hogsmeade - there's no way to go back to those cozy schooldays, even if you try to pretend.

- the type of story to keep you a bit fidgety and suspenseful. i can't decide whether i want the characters to hurt more or all get the happy endings they deserve asap (okay it's probably more hurt i am always a sucker for angst)

- it's just fresh, and lovely, and rather underrated, thank you for putting this out into the world

being shockingly talkative rn, i'm sure i could note down much more i love about your fics, but hey, it's getting late, i hope you just have an unexpectedly good day sometime soon

Oh my goodness thank you so much for your message!!! It means a lot. I wrote the first draft of RMH as a form of escapism during the pandemic and it's been so lovely to hear from readers who are enjoying it!!

One of my absolute favourite things about fantasy is the worldbuilding, and the HP universe is fun to expand upon—particularly the creepy aspects, like blood magic, or the blending of mundane and magical (you can't tell me there aren't wizard engineers out there!!!)

I'm glad you like the assorted cast of OCs! I tried not to go too crazy with them, but some just … strolled right in and made themselves at home. (Elyse is definitely one of the latter). In all honesty, pretty much everyone in RMH is an OC … fanon aside, they're all such blank slates. So I really, really appreciate your comments about Regulus and Pandora!

Lucky for you, there is more angst coming buuuuuut also some happier times in the near future, particularly in the third part. And, of course, the cavity-inducing happy ending.

Thank you again for your lovely comment, I will treasure it for a long time! I hope you have an unexpectedly excellent day as well 💜

[dailyzzy]

What’s your opinion on Allura from Voltron? I personally have some beef with her for choosing my son Lance as a rebound and always thought of her as a Mary Sue, but I’m curious about what your thoughts are.

OH BOI-

Okay so I personally like Allura. Female characters are often portrayed in less interesting way than male characters imo, but creators managed to make her quite an interesting princess. Why's that? She's gorgeous, she's strong, she's clever, but she also has realistic FLAWS, that's why I like her.

She's a princess so I'm sure she was taught the manner of speech and yet she can be pretty rude at times xD like the first thing she says to Lance is that his ears are hideous!

She supports the team but she's sometimes not very considerate of their feelings. Especially in the beginning, when everything was new to paladins, and she literally threw them into training and war, getting angry that they weren't as good and cooperative as she thought they should be.

She's a person with much love to give but some of her feelings blind her at times. Like when she was upset when Keith turned out to be half Galra. Or when she went bananas and lowkey killed Lotor, not giving him any chance to explain himself - and she freaking had romantic feelings for him!

So yeah, even if she has a lot of strong and positive features, she also breaks down, cries, makes irrational decisions, and I LOVE it cause it makes her a relatable character.

Now *inhales* her relationship with Lance. She was never interested in him. NEVER. Through all these seasons, except for the last one. She did not blush once, she did not flirt back, she was not jealous when he was flirting with other girls. She had more significant and intimate moments with Shiro and Keith than with Lance. Then Lotor showed up and it was like an instant connection and chemistry between them. They had similar roots and Altea was what brought them together. Allura was happy in that relationship, she could share something she loved with Lotor because he understood her in a way no other person could. And I could not see a single moment when she regretted getting into that relationship. She did not think of Lance at all. Why should she? She gave Lance many signs she's not interested and their relationship got better since they started to build it on a more platonic foundation.

Buuuuuut sadly, Lotor's sins came out and Allura could not forgive him. Personally I think that this whole situation fucked her up for the rest of the series. I think she was genuinely in love with Lotor and when she'd lost it, it opened up a new chapter called Mourning for her, which continued till her death.

We know Allura is the most vulnerable when she's upset and she tends to make bad and rather selfish decisions then. And that was exactly what happened after Lotor's death. She was sad, lonely and wanted someone to comfort her. Who was out there waiting with opened arms? Our boi Lance.

I'd like to blame her more, but I really can't. Rebounds are never good, but it's easy to understand why people fall into such relationships. It feels better when you get something similar to something precious you've lost. In fact, I think Lance is more at fault here as he was the one who should have set up boundaries in their relationship for his own good.

And as I remember crestors said it was a slowburn. Slowburn my ass 🙃 Allura wasn't slowly developing feelings for Lance. They got closer, yes, but never in a romantic sense. She considered him as a romantic partner only AFTER Lotor died. She tried to trick herself that she was happy with Lance, that he was good for her and cared for her so it was a good relationship. But we all know it's not a true love if you have to convince yourself to that.

Their relationship was just sad. It was built on the fucking corpse of the relationship Allura and Lotor had so it couldn't be good. Allura took as much as she could from Lance 'cause she was upset and Lance was willing to give it to her even if it literally DRAINED HIM. He was MISERABLE the whole season. Tired, upset. Is that how the boy acts when a long time crush finally agrees to try? Not really.

The good relationship should make two people better and stronger. Allura was lying to herself that they work well and eventually decided to leave Lance anyway. At the same time Lance lost his happy side in that relationship and it stayed like that even after she died. She left him her mourning which he accepted, staying on Earth, ditching his dreams of being a pilot. Through all the seasons he tried to prove that he's not some insignificant side character and yet he became a living memorial of the great savior Allura.

To sum it up - I don't think Allura nor Lance were bad. They made mistakes, but it was their relationship that was a total disaster that hurt them both in an awful way.

I could write more but it's already a long post haha, Voltron is such a trigger word for me, you can't imagine 😩 I'm gonna be on my deathbed and I'm still gonna be salty about what they did.

[iced-souls]

So I’ve thought of something.

What if there’s an au where frisk goes through the pacifist route and dies (I’m thinking to asgore), but dies dies. Like no determination in there soul resets them back to their save point. They just die, and asgore gets their soul. Buuuuuut, in toriels next visit with sans, she finds out about it. And when she then she leaves to just go think. At first she’s sad that she failed to save 8 human children, but then she starts blaming it all on asgore, since he’s the one to actually kill 7 of them. And then she starts blaming the rest of monsterkind for not trying to do something to stop it. (She isn’t really being a hypocrite because she tried doing 2 things to stop it, the first being leaving asgore and monsterkind, to try and give some sense to asgore, (which she did and he already knew but he felt he HAD to do something against the humans to show them what THEY did was wrong AND to give monsters hope.) and the second being trying to keep the kids from leaving the ruins. While they may not be the best choices, it’s was still something.) anyways, she kinda stops having any care for monsterkind anymore, and I mean. ANY. And leaves the ruins to start….. giving monsters what she believes they deserve. She does nothing in the ruins cause no monsters in there really did anything in her eyes so ya.

So, for some people this may look like dusttale but with toriel, but no. No it is not. Yes it is one character doing genocide, buuuut there’s still some of toriels…. Personality (?) to take into the story that makes it different I guess. And the fact it’s not to stop frisk but to avenge frisk. Plus ruins gang be sipping spider cider durin all this so ya.

At this time, asgore probably needed to calm himself after collecting the final human soul, and another corpse. So he’s havin tea probably, meaning he isn’t breaking the barrier yet. And probably isn’t going to until he either makes an announcement about what he is going to do, incase something goes wrong I guess.

Basically toriel goes through all the districts killing off monsters one by one. And seeing how she is an immortal boss monster who has been through a war, she’s probably stronger than all of them. There’s only a few she spares. The ruins people. In Snowdin: sans. . . . In waterfall: gerson(old people gang) and Nabstablook.(partially because they can’t actually die but mainly cause their a friend from the ruins I guess so she understands them a little more.) in Hotland: . . . In core: . . . In New Home: . . . In Home: . . . And in judgement hall: . . . .

There’s more to the story for some of the people, like papyrus and a person she meets again in the big hallway. And you could say hotland got a little hotter that day.

She meets up with the only person capable of standing up to her as a fellow immortal boss monster who took part in a war in the throne room. And then they have a UWAAAA COOL EPIC ANIME FIGHT WOOT WOOOOOOT!

Now either I’m thinking she wins cause she got a HECK ton of LV. And she proceeds to maybe i dunno. Bake a pie? She did what she wanted to do. So she thinks. And thinks. And thinks about how she is alone again. And thinks about the lives she’s killed. And now she’s stuck on what to do next. She doesn’t feel like what she did was wrong, maybe a liiiiiiiiiittle bit, but LV can do that ya. Can’t it. So she’s basically living her slightly less regular life. Visiting her past friends death site regularly. And sometimes going to visit the monsters she left alive. The ruins door now left open. The people never ask about getting to the surface. And are left to try and live a newer life in the underground. Riverperson gets found out one day but toriel decides to spare them seeing them as helpful in getting around he districts faster. The ruins gang, gerson, Nabstablook, and riverperson were never particularly fully engaged with the idea of getting to the surface as much as the rest of some monsters were, so no one falls down from losing hope on getting there. Perhaps, another fallen human could help them, or join them. Not the best ending. Kinda dark. Kinda sad.

Or asgore wins and breaks the barrier seeing that that is all he can do next. He kills himself after though because he doesn’t want the look of human souls on him or the new LV he had gained from toriel to affect others around him. Gerson and Nabstablook get the ruins gang out of the ruins to go to the surface together, and find riverperson along the riverbed and they decide to come along too, seeing they are the only ones left in a now ruined underground. Gerson is like their leader considering he’s the oldest and the wisest among them. And humans being kinda wiser in the future see the small group of monsters left and give them mercy. They have their own little town and dedicate it towards the underground. Nabstablook and gerson live together, and gerson decides to run a half garden shop in his last remaining lives to dedicate it to some old friends. When gerson passes on, riverperson takes over, Nabstablook not feeling up to the task, but they aren’t as “rulerly” as you would suspect a leader to be. I suppose it’s a happier ending. Kinda dark. But nice.

Also realize that toriel did more damage then frisk could do in a genocide route. Toriel literally took out monsterkind, every house, the place monsters evacuated to in the lab, everywhere. No one hiding it out lived.

(By the way, flowey isn’t gonna be around cause I’m guessing he wasn’t expecting frisk to die die. Expecting them to reset. Not expecting seeing who he kinda thought was his best friend die (a second time) so he probably just leaves (ha. leaves. As in his plant leaves lol) having kinda given up in a way. Not knowing what to do next. So toriel never interacts with him. But if or when she does, she gonna kill him considering she remembers him from his little interaction with frisk at the beginning.)

But ya. That’s mostly it. I have more thoughts but don’t feel like writing it out today. If you wanna know more let me know!

[aqvarius]

I hope the rmd mc for kasumi is a bit different cuz she rly be hittin on my last nerve and I don’t think she would rly v✨i✨b✨e with kasumi in her current given state

i’ve decided i need to play matsunaga and cc before getting a better sense of the eicu guys but honestly some of these recent asks feel like my own brain jumped out of my head and started sending me anon asks lmao bc i totally agree. anyway i know it’s a controversial opinion to not like the rmd mc and i’m TRYING to be fair and put aside my bias against her and try to analyse what exactly it is that i don’t like, but yeah i just don’t really find that she has romantic chemistry with the characters (that i’ve read, i.e. takado and hosho). not that anyone ever asked for this, buuuuuut this ask has basically triggered yet another mc rant so stop reading here or get ready and settle down with some popcorn lmao.

DISCLAIMER: this is all just my personal opinion! and i’m sure many of you will disagree with me. please place a “i think/believe/feel” before every claim i make as everything i say here is just my own feeling towards her. i also need to disclaim that i have only properly read takado and hosho’s routes (bc i’m still...mad at sen’s route, and i’ve only made it through one chapter of matsunaga so far) and i understand (and fully subscribe to) the idea that mcs read differently depending on the route as well. and as always, please don’t let my opinions affect your own enjoyment of any characters or titles that you love!

ALSO as i was writing this, i went back and read my previous rant about her and i realised that i’m more or less reiterating the same points i made there but in a (hopefully) more structured and slightly more developed manner whoops. 

so here’s almost 3000 words and a whole bunch of screenshots under the cut because i don’t want to spam everyone’s dashboards with my unprompted Opinions(tm).

so anyway i’ve been thinking it’s a translation/tone thing. when i have the time/energy, i might sit down and really try to analyse the actual language, but just going off my intuition, i think maybe it’s because:

1. sometimes they choose to express something idiomatically and so that tone doesn’t come across as sincere. this isn’t a real example, but let’s think about the difference in tone between “oh no!” and “yikes”. because of modern day vernacular, we kind of associate “yikes” with a sarcastic and judgmental tone, whereas “oh no!” might connote a more genuinely concerned reaction. so sometimes i think that the use of very contemporary vernacular (which, lbr, trends towards a more sarcastic tone in general bc us gen z kids are mean) results in a lack of sincerity which makes the mc come across as a little more callous and less... actually kind and nice? i did get the feeling that hlitf mc has recently swayed towards this sort of tone as well and suspected that they had the same translator (which was confirmed later in a voltage Q&A). i’m definitely #biased but i can forgive this more because we had a good amount of content with her being adorable before the tone switch so i have a pre-established impression of her in my mind. 

by the way, i just want to say that while i do have this critique, i do really admire and respect the voltage translation and localisation team (and am... super indebted to them) and i do think they do fantastic translations generally. 

anyway, i believe this linguistic issue is at least partially responsible for my personal perception of the rmd mc’s personality that i expand on in the succeeding points, but my next point has more to do with the writing and characterisation of the most recent wave of mcs.

2. rmd mc has very few visible vulnerabilities. i think this is one of my biggest qualms with the new title mcs like rmd, destind and mk but i think stories are at their best when you get to see the mc fail and be vulnerable and wallow. the reason why i love certain mcs - particularly the ones whose titles and storylines centre around their careers (hlitf, irresistible mistakes, my last first kiss, scandal, celebrity darling, kiss of revenge, sleepless, otbs, arguably msb, etc.) - is because we get to see them fail and then grow. not only that, but you often get to see the relationship between the mc and the love interest deepen in these moments. but if you have a ‘perfect’ mc, then there’s no room for growth, so plotlines are forced to fall back on drama and trauma on the love interest’s side which... is exactly what rmd and mk do. 

this is not to say that rmd mc doesn’t make mistakes, because she certainly does, but i don’t find that they’re ever genuinely serious mistakes. for example, think about hlitf mc’s repeated mistake in season 1 of going after small crimes without seeing the bigger picture and thus potentially messing up an entire investigation. they allow her that space to mess up and be completely wrong for public safety. then they give her the time to be self-reflective and run away back to nagano really think about what her mistakes are, and where to go from there. she is confronted with humbling failure, and is forced to address issues about her own pride/ego, and matures into someone who has a more nuanced idea about justice. on the other hand, rmd mc never has to (consistently, afaik) go through a genuinely humbling experience, so she her pride/ego/arrogance never gets seriously called into question. maybe this is because the premise of rmd has to do with life and death and they don’t want to make it seem like she’s directly responsible for someone’s death, but hlitf also deals with life and death issues and the mc learns that if she messes up to save one civilian, she may actually be jeopardising the lives of tens or hundreds or more. 

anyway, taking takado’s route as an example, because this was our exposure to her as a character, the most frustrating thing is the way that she tries to lecture takado that he’s wrong about his attitude towards amputations, and never actually has to personally experience the potentially disastrous consequence of putting her ideology into practice. i think i would have enjoyed the route a lot more if she had gone over his head and naively made the decision not to do an amputation and then the person ended up dying or having to have a larger section amputated all because she was like uwu we can’t just cut off people’s limbs without waiting. i think if that situation had happened, we could have seen her actually have to confront her own naiveté and realise that she’s a noob and too idealistic and that reading a lot of medical journals does not translate to having actual field experience and intuition and who is she to question him like that when she knows nothing. she only realises that omg... we may have to consider some things with something called nuance... basically when more of takado’s backstory is revealed.  

(maybe this is because i work in academia so it extra-frustrates me, but omg if i had to one-on-one mentor a student like her, i would genuinely go nuts. she reminds me of some students that some colleagues and i have had where they  “well, actually” at everything you say bc they read some stuff on reddit or twitter that has absolutely not been proven through practical application of, or research conducted through the lens of, their theory. like imagine i told my advisors “despite being experts in [their respective fields] and having written numerous very important books, you’re wrong because i don’t agree but i have never myself conducted proper research to counter that!!”)

basically i wish they treated takado’s route like kaga’s routes (bc lbr takado and kaga are maybe... the same person?). look at the self-reflection here:

and here:

she does get down on herself at times, but look at the way that she humbly accepts her mistakes. sometimes she wallows on her mistakes, as anyone would, but look at the way she examines her failures and turns that feeling of inadequacy into motivation to work harder and smarter. 

by the way, these screenshots are from his ms1 and ms2 - so pretty early on - and we get to see her learn from these mistakes because she’s allowed to make them. we also get to learn more about kaga’s strictness and his kindness because of these mistakes.

i don’t know if the whole refusal to allow rmd mc to make significant errors is a response to readers who are like “omg.... why are voltage mcs so weak, why can’t they be perfect women who never get anything wrong” but ANYWAY i just feel like they never confront or address her hubris properly. 

3. following on from point 2, i find her one-dimensional. i’ve mentioned this before in a rant, but i don’t find her to be a very deep character bc to me, she reads as mostly surface level sass. i said: “her dialogue with them often reads as like they put 100 points in “snark” and 0 points in any other personality trait” lmao. so she’s great in one-off screenshots where you can see her bite back with a very screenshottable one-liner, but i find it tiring to have 30 chapters of her just literally running her mouth. because of this constant tone that they keep giving her, i find it really difficult to see any emotional depth in her character. because she’s the perspective character, her internal dialogue is just as, if not more, important as the love interest’s external dialogue in terms of carrying the emotional weight of falling in love, and i just don’t understand how there’s any sense of two people falling in love and getting to know each other when every sentence out of her mouth is just sass. can you imagine you meet someone and you get to know them but never have any genuine conversations bc every line out of your mouth is sarcastic? like your date is opening up and telling you about some difficulties he’s going through (which i’m sure you all know is a very vulnerable and scary thing to do) and instead of being empathetic and kind and understanding, you’re just like “sucks to be you dude”. and instead of saying “you don’t need to carry everything on your shoulders”, you say “you’re STUBBORN and i’m RIGHT”. OF COURSE i’m being kind of hyperbolic here (not even that much tho, see screenshots below) but that’s basically the tone she constantly takes. 

so when takado opens up about the rina thing, instead of being like “oh shit i’ve been judging him all this time and i’m genuinely sorry because i didn’t know a thing about you and yet i’ve been running my mouth”, she says “your head is as hard as a rock ya know?” and then KEEPS GOING. 

where’s the empathy sis? where is it? i’m looking but i can’t find it.

EVEN TAKADO WAS LIKE “I WAS TRYING TO TALK SERIOUSLY ABOUT IT”

and then the writers just push off her rudeness as like “it’s okay it’s chill!! takado laughed about it afterwards and it made the issue sound insignificant!!” even tho it’s obviously an extremely traumatic thing? WHY does he even fall in love with her??? i don’t UNDERSTAND alsdkfjs she has NO FEELINGS!! i just want genuinely romantic moments... is that too much to ask... it’s called romance md...

once again, let’s compare that to hlitf mc, when she finds out about kaga’s trauma. literally the FIRST reaction she has is to consider his feelings.

without even hearing his side of the story, she defends him because she trusts him and immediately empathises with him and the first thing she does is try to understand him and where he’s coming from. 

later on, when she hears him just dismissing things and playing callous, she actually cries on his behalf, which shocks him because he’s not used to people caring about him:

isn’t that a MASSIVE difference in reaction to essentially the same character opening up about their trauma? which do you find more conducive to developing emotional intimacy? in my opinion, it’s so much easier to fall in love with someone who supports you and has your back and trusts and believes in you and tries to understand you and can have a genuinely caring conversation with you when you need it. by the way, it’s not like kaga’s mc doesn’t sass him either! they have great bantery chemistry and she shit-talks him ALL THE TIME (a lot of the time under her breath and he’s like HUH? it’s great). 

and yet... we still actively see her caring about him... instead of being like WHOOPS my tongue slipped, i can’t help that i’m naturally insubordinate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

by the way, i’m not trying to put the onus on female characters/heroines to be caring/empathetic/kind/loving. i’m putting the onus on ALL characters to be caring/empathetic/kind/loving in their own ways if we’re supposed to be convinced that they’re falling in romantic love. sure, kaga’s mc is exceptionally loving but kaga returns that love with his own ALL the time ;~~; anyway i’m gonna stop talking about them for now bc otherwise i would just completely derail and keep going on and on about them. 

anyway, back to takado, i actually find him to be more caring and loving than his mc? i actually genuinely like takado as a character and i think that real life me and him would be great together so i’m like extra offended that he’s with her rather than ME??? i would treat him so much better. 

i consider this lack of emotional depth to actually be a bigger hindrance on my enjoyment of the game than the lack of flaws thing. voltage’s recent wave of mcs with the love choice titles have been trending towards the ‘perfect woman’ type of mc, but while i have some Thoughts(tm) here and there about the other protagonists, none of them strike me as being as hard to get along with as rmd’s mc. so i’ve mentioned my issue with the masukisu mc’s weird moral boundaries (more an overall voltage issue that manifests the most strongly in her character), but i also do find that they don’t let her make big mistakes and they present her as this perfect superwoman figure with no weaknesses which like... unrelatable. but at least her banter is flirty banter and there’s a lot of chemistry there (even if it’s sometimes lacking emotional depth, as in some of kazuomi’s scenes - and that’s not her fault, that’s 100% on kazuomi lol). you can definitely understand why they’re attracted to each other at least, and you can definitely see real, deep love form between her and yuzuru the most. even though the masukisu mc is a ‘perfect woman’, the premise is designed to spark relationship conflict and the writing really helps us understand the emotional turmoil of falling in love with a target because of how much it lets the mc dwell on it. destind too basically has a perfect mc in terms of work/career, but they let her have her very glaring weaknesses and, once again, the premise forces her to address her shortcomings with regards to her idealistic view on soulmates/destiny and explores the head vs heart thing where she has to really examine her emotions and how they potentially come into conflict with her preconceptions of and preoccupation with numerical compatibility. 

thinking about it objectively, i feel like takado’s mc and mlfk ayato’s mc have a couple of similarities in the way that they don’t realise they’re in love for the longest time (although obviously childhood friends to lovers provides a better context for not realising that love - same with my boi natsume), but there’s just something lovable about mlfk’s mc that i don’t see in rmd. without going too deeply into it bc (1) i’m tired and (2) i’ve been going on about this for WAY too long now, i think that comes back to tone or writing (and possibly translation) style. i think at some point, i might actually go and compare the language in the “omg am i in love...?” scenes between takado’s mc, ayato’s mc and natsume’s mc but uh... not tonight haha. 

actually, at some point, i genuinely wondered if rmd mc was aromantic. i really just thought she did not experience romantic attraction because i literally got no sense of it through her internal monologue bc they kept pushing the whole like “i only relate to people’s ~aesthetics~” thing. and then i wondered how they were going to make an aromantic mc fall in romantic love...? because... it’s an otome game? (btw i’m not saying that aro people can’t enjoy otoge, i definitely know people who do! but there’s a big diff between someone playing an otoge vs someone being a character falling in romantic love in an otoge. but please call me out if i’m misunderstanding aromanticism!). anyway, long story short, rmd mc (takado’s especially) falling in love is absolutely unconvincing to me because i find her dialogue - both internal and external - rather unfeeling. 

these three points (1. translation that favours colloquialism over communicating emotional tone; 2. characterisation of a hubristic mc who doesn’t need to overcome significant challenges; 3. lack of emotional depth and empathy/understanding) are basically why i don’t think that she has good romantic chemistry with the love interests in romance md that i’ve read so far. i also have some very petty personal gripes (sekai...........) but they’re not relevant to this particular topic and frankly just... really petty so i don’t want to get into them here.

so anyway, long story short: i agree that i don’t think she would really vibe with kasumi in her current given state. like, they could be friends, maybe.

[devbloggt]

22th February 2021.

Almost 3 months since we broke up. And to be honest, it was easy for me as long as i’ve been high. I’ve been smoking myself to death to get you out of my mind. I tried to forget you, so bad. You left on the 01/12/2020 and i knew it would be the last time we would see each other. Thats why i broke down so hard when you left. I gave you the last hug, the last kiss, and oh god, how i wish i would have kissed you longer. I closed the door as i told you i love you. And i could’nt hold the tears back anymore. I broke down at the door. I sat there for hours. Starring at the wall. Feeling my heart breaking into million pieces. I knew i fucked it up, I knew you fucked it up. I knew we both fucked it up. And the worst part, i knew this was the end. You gave me love, then you gave me panic attacks and i still called it love. After all this time, i still got so many questions. I know how it is to get cheated on, to get my heart broken, to hate and forget after a break up. But this is nothing like that. No matter how i hard i try, i still catch myself thinking of you. Comparing every single human being to you. Catch myself dreaming about you, thinking about you, talking about you. There has been days where i really thought i dont love you anymore. Where i was finally able to laugh again. To smile again. To feel again. I finally deleted your number. The chat. Blocked you. Days and weeks later i find myself back to saving your number and staying on your chat to see if you’re online, just to torture myself. Some days i feel okay, i feel good. I have fun. I meet people. But then there are days, where i am totally sober, sitting in the bus, in the middle of the day, driving to school, while i’m fighting with my tears. I think i still love you. And i dont think this is ever gonna change. Planty of guys who try to get me. No chance. They aint you. I am not saying you are perfect and you did everything right and there is no one better than you. BUT. Only you made me feel like home. And i fear that i wont ever have this again. I am drunk after a long time so this is it, i dont even know that the fuck i am writing right now. Yeh, this is why i quit drinking. And i quit smoking, but to be honest i would kill right now for a joint. Just to stop these thoughts. I thought i would be over you. But i am still listening to our songs. I still have our pictures and videos. I still have all the memories. And you know, fuck everythingggggg buuuuuut, you could’nt even respond to ONE of my planty letters? its so sad like fuckkkkkkkk sooooo saaaaaaaad how you couldn’t care less. And i thought finally someone loved me the way i loved them. WHAT A FOOL

[galactichoneybee92]

Some Improbable Season 5 Headcanons

Fair warning: These things aren’t going to happen. But while I’m obsessing, I sometimes imagine possible scenarios that would be interesting to watch play out. Perhaps a more industrious person would write these into fanfiction however, I am not that person. And so you get a half-assed  Tumblr post about my imaginings. Please enjoy:

1. What happened to the sword? I don’t remember, I just know that it broke and now Adora is unable to become She-Ra (Until she inevitably learns how to do so without the sword as Madame Razz was clearly insinuating was possible to Mara) But I like to imagine that she lef the pieces of the broken sword where they lay. I also like to imagine  a scenario in which Hoard Prime has his clone minions doing recon on the new planet and they find the pieces of the sword. Later, they bring them back to the ship. 

Skip to a scene where Catra and Glimmer are present, perhaps being questioned about someone his troops have heard about called She-Ra, a defender of this planet. He wonders aloud if this She-Ra will be someone he will have to contend with, only to have one of his troops present the broken pieces of the sword. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about anything like that, Sir. I have it on good authority that there is no more She-Ra” (Or something like that Idk how they talk) He smiles, meanwhile Catra and Glimmer poorly try to conceal their reactions. They have both been operating under the assumption (hope) that since the planet survived, that Adora did too. Not knowing that Adora shattered the sword herself, tey are now faced with the horrifying realization that perhaps Adora didn’t make it out of this and that for both of them, their last interaction was horrible. 

I like the miguided assumption that Adora has died, mostly because I want to torture the two of them a little for being butts, but also because often people don’t appreciate what they have until they lose it. Even having “lost” Adora like Catra did, she still saw her regularly. They still interacted, even if those interactions were fighting or exchanging snarky banter. Even if someone hates you (Which Adora clearly doesn’t, Catra, you’re just being self destructive)  that hatred is still a form of ackowledgement- It’s not the same as losing someone entirely. I want to see the two of them (But mostly Catra because she’s my favorite little disaster) forced to face with the reality of Adora’s “death” Especially since in Catra’s case it’s sort of like getting what you asked for and realizing that it wasn’t what you wanted at all. 

I want Glimmer specifically to witness Catra’s reaction to this news as a way of gaining a deeper understanding of the relationship between the two of them. I feel like Glimmer has never viewed Catra as very nuanced, instead just grouping her into a box, labeling it “villain” and calling it a day. Realistically she’s never had any reason to consider any of the layers of Catra’s character but I kind of find it odd considering that Adora used to be best friends with Catra. Has Glimmer really never wondered why? Never thought that somewhere under all the snark and barbs there must be a reason why Adora loved her  was her friend in the first place? 

Lastly, I’m a sucker for a dramatic entrance, and if they think that Adora is dead, they’d never expect her to show up, which leads to self indulgent imaging number two...

2. Sneaky spy Adora. I feel like I am perhaps giving Adora and Bow too much credit here because espionage has never really been their strong suit, but imagine for me if you will a scenario in which they decide to be subtle. The two of them sneak onto Hoard Prime’s ship and do some spy work, trying to decide on the best course of action to take him out and get Glimmer home. This would be a great opportunity to give Adora a much needed costume change and while realistically I know that the whole vibrant 80′s theme isn’t going to allow it, I would love to see her in black. Also something backless, but that comes into play later in part three. This all ties together. I’ve had a lot of time to plan this. 

So they sneak in and while like, peering out from an air vent or something (Idk the make up of the ship ) she is shocked to see that Catra is there too and that while she and Glimmer still snap at eachother and exchange dirty looks and stuff, they are reluctantly working together. I imagine their situation is sort of like, they come out and do various activities on the ship, whatever Hoard Prime deems them useful for, but they are locked in a cell overnight. Adora observes both situations while trying to get the layout of the ship and formulate a game plan.

I’m not going to say that Bow having actual real live pointy arrows made for long distance stabbing would be an advantage instead of his like, novelty prank arrows buuuuuut..... I know that this is a kid’s show but there are other cartoons that allow characters to get stabbed and stuff like, it could happen. It won’t buuuut anyway....

While running around the ship (in a dramatic hooded cloak that covers her face because of course, what do you take me for) and like, sabotaging things and preparing to dismantle this whole operation, Adora runs into perhaps both Catra and Glimmer but at least Catra (Because sorry Glimmer, I do actually like you but like, I’m playing favorites hardcore here) Maybe she helps with something they’re trying to do and gets caught. They don’t realize it’s her but now this mysterious hooded figure is on their radar. And then when the actual attack happens Adora gets her big reveal and it’s super dramatic and they realize that not only is Adora alive, she was the one they met earlier and just. I’m trash for that kind of trope. Really I am. This then leads into the big battle which also leads into point number three...

3. This point is less concrete, but do you remember Adora’s backless number? Perhaps a black halter top of some kind paired with black pants? Yeah? This is why it’s important. When Adora and Bow finally make their move, Bow goes to rescuse the girls while Adora levels her attack on Hoard Prime. Catra and Glimmer are in their cell and hear alarms start going off. They startle, frustrated at being trapped and unable to know what’s happening outside.

 Then Bow shows up in his own dramatic black hooded cloak (He’s very happy to shed it and let his middrift free once more. It’s felt very unnatural) they’re shocked to see him. But like, it works because Catra probably knew that someone would come for Glimmer but it makes since that it would be Bow since Adora is “dead.” Maybe in a previous conversation (During the time in which the two hesitantly began bonding, because you can’t tell me that’s not where this is going) Glimmer expressed doubt that anyone would come for her after she did such a terrible job being queen. Anyway with Bow here, he and Glimmer hug and they make their escape, the three of them, during which someone questions Bow on what’s happening and he just says that Hoard Prime is being distracted.

Why is the rescue mission just Bow and Adora? Idk. Didn’t think that far ahead. Just go with it. Maybe the other princesses are waiting for their cue to join in later. Maybe it’s because there isnt any water or plants in space and they’re kinda useless. Maybe Entrapta will join in (She has to actually, so she can reunite with Hordak and then he has his whole amnesia thing but like, that’s not part of this. That is a seperate post) Anyway the important thing is that they aren’t here at this point. 

So, Catra and Glimmer are confused about who is distracting Hoard Prime and then, there we go. The dramatic entrance. They look and see Adora in her new outfit, mid-battle with Hoard Prime. And like. It’s a hard battle and she isn’t really making any progress on her own, but she’s fighting really hard and well. I feel like people often forget that Adora was top of her class back in the Hoard like, even if she isn’t She-Ra she’s got to be pretty bad ass and whether the show wants to explore this or not, I will.  I have a theory for this that I will expand on in just a bit. 

So they go to join her only to realize that theres like an invisible barrier preventing them from joining. Maybe it’s a security measure made to protect him from attack that she used to trap her in there with him, while simultaneously keeping his minions out. Maybe it’s just because I want Catra and Glimmer to be forced to watch this battle for a bit while Bow tries to disable the force field but it’s mostly because I’m shipping trash and I want Catra to observe two things.

The first is that Adora looks really cool in this new outfit. Also Adora’s hair is down because I like it that way. She has a new sword, one that’s just a sword and not a She-Ra sword. This one is just for wrecking shit. The second is that Adora is way better at fighting than Catra expected and when Catra expresses this sentiment Glimmer just looks at her like she’s fucking dumb and says something along the line of “I kind of assumed you were the brains of the Hoard, but you’re dumber than I thought if you think that Adora was ever ACTUALLY trying to hurt you.” Followed by, “It’s a shame you didn’t return the sentiment.” And then you get this moment of Catra just watching Adora being really kick ass, coming to terms with the fact that Adora never fought ALL OUT against Catra the way she is against Hoard Prime, like, Adora never tried to murder Catra. And then the last part of Glimmer’s statement sinks in and then Catra notices the claw marks scarred down Adora’s shoulderblades. The ones that she put there, because even if Adora never really tried to hurt Catra, Catra sure as hell never held back on her. And then Catra feels like shit because while I absolutely love her to pieces, she’s been kind of horrible and I want her to suffer a little more before her redemption. 

See why the backless top was necessary? Yep. Good. 

Anyway, predictably Bow lowers the barrier and they join the fight. Maybe Adora takes a bad hit and then Catra catches her or soemthing. The two look at eachother, both realizing that it’s been too long since they fought on the same side, but also silently acknowledging how good it feels. This is meant to foreshadow Catra eventually joining the good side permanantly. They all fight Hoard Prime and maybe the other princesses join in, but since this isn’t the final episode  (Maybe like episode 4 or so?) they don’t defeat him. But they DO do some damage and excape back to Etheria. 

5. This one fits in somewhere before the last point but idk where exactly. Honestly it’s not even important where this snippet goes but at some point Hoard Prime reads Catra’s mind. I don’t know if cannonically he can only read his clone’s minds, but clearly I’m not writing for the show okay, this is my pointless headcanon. I don’t even know the context but Glimmer is there too and Hoard Prime, maybe having grown suspicious of Catra’s loyalty, reads her mind and just drags her. He kind of taunts her for beign sad that her “mother never loved you” to which she snaps like “Shadow Weaver is NOT my mother.” And he just tuts and is like “But it feels like she is.”  And then they get to Adora  and Catra says something about hating her and he calls her out on it like, “Hm no, that’s not quite right is it? No, you love her quite a bit” And then he does that villain thing where they’re kind of talking to themself while filing through your thoughts and it’s like “She would be like your sister after all but oh, whats this? Oh, so not like a sister after all.” And he like, puts her on blast for being in love with Adora. And she denies it and he replies with “A shame you don’t actually mean half the things you say.”

Meanwhile Glimmer is there witnissing it because I don’t know if you can tell yet but like, I really want her to have a better understanding of Catra. I want Catra to understand Glimmer too, but I feel like that’s possible without physically dragging the truth from her like.... she’s not in a great place mentally but no one is worse than Catra, lets be real.

That’s absolutely the most self indulgent part of this entire mile-long post and I don’t even know what you’re doing still reading this. But if you were wondering what I imagine going down, it’s this.

All my imaginings end in Catradora, because I am shipping trash.

So like, if anyone wants to write this out just tag me so I can see it, because I’d love to read it. But if not? Totally understandable. I’m more suprised you read it all because it is 100% a  self-indulgent conglomoration of all my favorite tropes, shoved together whether they make sense or not. 

[mellow-cello]

You mentioned once in the end notes of chapter 33 that you had, and i quote, ‘A method to your madness’ when describing how you wrote Harry’s stutter What was that? How did you know where to and where not to add a stutter? I’m writing a story with a character who has a stutter and after reading this fic, I’m inspired to nail his character now!

Heck I wrote out a great response and then lost it.

I’m definitely not an expert on this, and I’m sure I’m gonna get parts wrong in this, but I’ll do my best!

I guess I’d start with saying to listen to people with stutters. I think I mentioned it before, but when I decided Harry was going to have a stutter, I started watching a lot of Drew Lynch. I picked up a lot of patterns with his speech, things that he had issues with, for example words with repeated sounds (the word banana I think was something he mentioned having issues with) are something that can be difficult at times.

Also I write the stutter as I write the sentence almost every time (though I’ve actually completely forgotten to write it by accident and had to go add it in later). It may be a personal thing, but for me it makes the entire thing feel more organic. I enjoy writing dialogue a lot so hearing it in my head with the stutter helps me feel like it’s more real, I suppose. Also, part of the reason I used the potion to change the stutter (aside from developing character and relationships) was because I felt like I’d boxed myself into a very limited sound with the original, extreme stutter. Initially Harry stuttered more often than not over the words, where now it’s less than half the time on average, buuuuuut this isn’t static. How he feels can effect it greatly, such as if he’s dealing with anxiety or shock (anxiety makes it worse, shock can make it hard to complete words at all). Also, certain things like anger can make it less extreme (if he’s ranting the frequency of stutters will drop, though I haven’t done this yet with his current stutter if my memory is right...) I can’t say how accurate it is, but I used the King’s Speech as a kind of basis for this. There’s also certain... rules, I guess, that I have for what he can say. He always stutters over the words “uncle” and “Vernon”, and has never been able to say the word “abuse” (though he’s only tried once). With the “new stutter” (for lack of a better term), I have more freedom to single these things out.

The only other thing I’d note is not to just repeat the first letter of a word. Think instead about what sound is being repeated, and draw on that. Also, say it either out loud or in your head as you write it, and don’t be afraid to repeat entire syllables or cut up the middle of a word. So, say I was putting a stutter on the word “everywhere”. Instead of just going for the first letter by writing it as “e-e-everywhere”, I might instead throw the v in (ev-e-everywhere) or even have a restart of the entire word (ever-everywhere). Also, the sounds I target the most are W, S, and Y (though the stutter can appear anywhere or even not appear on these sounds, they’re the ones I usually gravitate towards), so instead I can put it halfway through by writing it as “everywhe-wh-where”. Basically don’t keep it as simple as throwing it on the first letter, though that’s still something that can appear from time to time.

Like I said, though, I’m not an expert on this. Make sure you dive into your research as well, and while you’re doing that you’ll probably find that a lot of people have different speech impediments and patterns. For example some come out by elongating out certain sounds (such as drawing out the ‘s’ or ‘n’ sound) or repeating entire words (like saying “where-where-where are you going?”). Keep in mind why your character has a stutter too; whether it’s from an injury or trauma or both. And if it’s an injury, what kind is it? A stutter caused by a concussion and one caused by a stroke may be two different things.

I guess my last note is to also try not to forget about readability? I can’t say for sure about how readable the stutter is in my writing since I don’t have a beta, but I try to walk the line carefully. Harry’s dialogue is meant to still be understood, but of course it’s a major part of his life. There are very very very few times he’s ever spoken without stuttering, and those are only short two to three word sentences. 

Damn, this got long but I hope this helped! If you have any other questions, feel free to ask!

[maddiefriendlovesbilly]

Ghost and/or toast with Aimee

So just for funsies (and because I want to) I’m gonna do

Ghost x Toast x Aimee

okay okay I actually really like this

look at how cute they are

Aimee would definitely dote on them

“I got you bouquets mon cherie!”

Ghost! Needs! Positive! Touch!

Toast! Needs! A Stable! Relationship!

Aimee! Needs! Love! Both giving and receiving!

I’ve done this with basically all of them so im just gonna continue the tradition of throwing out story concepts

So concept me this batman:

Pie travels to France for a mission and meet Aimee; A french girl who doesn't know she’s dead - they’ve been hired to remove her by any means necessary from a house that’s about to be put on auction

But she meets them and theyre like “hey can you not haunt this house?” and shes like “what do you mean monsieur? I live in this house”

and theyre like “shit she doesnt know shes dead...this isnt gonna go over well”

So ghost sort of shrugs and tries “Would you believe me if I said you were dead?”

and Aimee is just kinda silent for a minute until

“that would explain why so many uninvited guests show up in my home...I just thought they were here to visit...”

and toast says “Ma’am if you’ve spent as much time in this house i believe, you’ve missed quite a lot. Would you like to take a tour of modern France?”

she agrees of course duh

dude i have an on hiatus book on wattpad that i couldn’t think of how to continue, but i could totally change it to fit this concept

would y’all read that?

so many ideas so little time

you know those couple smoothies where they have two straws? that but three

So the obvious issue is Aimee’s a ghost (and i didnt mention this in the spook x maxwell one cause i forgot lol) which means she’s basically gonna watch them grow old together and she’s eternally young

buuuuuut

WAIT WAIT SPOILERS I ALMOST JUST SPOILED THE ENTIRE STORY

You’ll have to read it to know!

It’s called One, Two, Three, Deep Breath on Wattpad okay?

I’m gonna write this

okay back to your regularly scheduled programming

so problem nombre un

uh Aimee might be like...15 or less?? cause uh she was born sometime right around 1700 and she thought the year was 1715 soooooooo to her it probably wouldn’t be a problem but it would be to literally everyone else

though, people usually ignore this fact and depict her in her early twenties

there’s also the possibility that because its been so long, she doesnt remember her age or birth year and is just guessing, which is quite probable given that it's been over three hundred years for her

Conclusion: honestly I’d be surprised if you couldn’t tell what my answer would be by me literally planning on writing a story for this ship haha. I really like this ship and I think it’s so cute so it’s definitely a yes from me. I know I didn’t cover conflicts in this post but I’d like to surprise you if I end up writing that story (which is likely cause I have plans.)!

[fics-for-my-heart]

Tinder Boy (b.h)

Summary: Train rides and weird left swipes

Word count: 1120

Warning: none

A/N: Another that was asked for! Let me know what you think! And check out this post to let me know which you’d like to see next! (The picture mentioned is with this hair btw) This idea came off the tweet about being on tinder and swiping left on the guy who was behind her

Masterlist

Part One   Part Two   Part Three

“Attention all. The train will be leaving in 10 minutes. Please find a seat and have your ticket ready.” The announcer said over the intercom and the sound of people shuffling increased.

You see your ticket under your bag in the chair beside you, adjusting your headphone volume and made yourself comfortable. The train ride home was always long, which was why you only took it on holidays and a few weekends a year.

Once everyone was seated and their tickets had been checked the train started rolling. You bounced between apps. Reading, liking pictures on instagram, sharing stuff on facebook. You spent a good amount of time on tumblr, reblogging post and stories that you’d come across. Eventually you ended up on tinder.

Your mother wouldn’t shut up about you needing to find someone to spend the rest of your life with. You’d roll your eyes every time, but eventually caved and got on tinder just to get her to calm down. It wasn’t all that bad, there were some questionable people but some funny bios. As usual you were swiping left, most of them only had one sketchy photo and no bio. Or they had stuff in their bios that turned you off to them. Then, you had to laugh out loud, you came across someone using Ben Hardy's photos and name.

You knew who he was, just about everyone did, which is why it was so funny. It’s not that you were a big big fan, sure some of the pictures you had reblogged were of him, but everyone had seen X-Men or Bohemian Rhapsody. You opened the profile and were kinda impressed. The bio was really good, and there were a few pictures you hadn’t seen before. But it was still weird that people did that, make pages for famous people. It’s unbelievable that catfishing still happens even though there is an entire movie and show about it.

After a few more click throughs of the pictures you laughed again and swiped left. There was a puff of air over your ear, and a barely audible laugh before someone spoke.

“You seemed interested, why’d you left swipe?” The voice was deep and made you jump, turning around only to be left speechless. “You alright there, love?”

“You. Oh this is weird. I’m asleep right now.” You shook your head. Ben Hardy was sitting right behind you. You turned around and closed your eyes, hoping that when you opened them it really would be a dream.

A foot touched yours, and when your eyes opened, Ben had moved to the seat across from yours. “Did you think it was a fake profile?” He didn’t seem annoyed, just curious.

“I mean, I’ve come across some people using Cody Simpson photos, so yes.” You removed your headphones and looked at the man. Still not believing he was actually sitting there.

“Not to sound creepy. Buuuuuut, I did see you reblogging some pictures of me. So you think I’m cute?” He tried to smirk but laughed, shaking his head.

“Someone is a bit cocky? Still channeling Roger Taylor are we?”

“Would that help, darling?” This time he succeeded in his ‘Taylor smirk’.

You pointed at his bag, “Do you have the Roger wig in there? If so it will seal the deal for sure.”

“Rats,” He shook his head.

“Welp. Lovely chat but I have some music to listen to.” You grabbed your headphones as Ben’s mouth opened in shock. He reached for his bag and stood up, but you stopped him with your leg. “I’m just kidding.”

He sighed in relief and sat back down. “You really had me going there for a minute….” He trailed off, offering you a spot to give him your name.

You shrugged. “Y/N.” You reached out and shook his hand. “I thought you used bumble?”

“I use both, but honestly being kinda famous and using a dating app results in a lot of people thinking it’s not really me. Like with you.” He shrugged.

“Ahh the struggle. You should see some of the weirdos I’ve had in my inbox. People are incredibly odd.”

Conversation between you was easy. He mostly asked about you, and actively listened to everything you said. He answered your questions about filming and really enjoyed that you were curious about how auditions and filming go and less about wanting all the dirt on his costars like others in the past. You’d never had imagined you’d get the opportunity to ever meet him, and you were shocked in how calm you were. Something about him just radiated calm.

By the time the train stopped at your stop the two of you were sitting beside each other showing photos of pets and family and friends. It was as if the two of you were just people catching up.

Ben hopped out of the seat and grabbed your bags along with his and followed you out to the station.

“Do you have anyone picking you up?” He asked, stopping at a bench to set down the bags.

“Yeah, my mom.” You looked around before spotting her. “She’s right there actually. You better vamoose before she thinks I showed up with a boyfriend.”

“I wouldn’t mind that thought. But you’re right. Here.” He pulled out a notepad and pen. “Here’s my number. Incase you need a fake boo.” He laughed, scribbling out his number before handing you the pen to write yours down.

“Careful, I might take you up on that. It was nice to meet you.”

He smiled, giving you a quick hug, which ended why too soon for your liking. “It was nice to meet you too. Have a good day Y/N.”

“You too, Ben!” You said before watching him walk away.

“Honey! Oh who was that boy! He was cute.” Your mother said, giving you a quick kiss while watching Ben out the door.

“Just a guy I met on the train mom.” You picked your bag up and headed toward the door she came in, she was yammering about you needing a man again.

“Sweet heart. That boys was perfect for you. The two of you were so cute together. Did you at least get his number? You should invite him for dinner.”

Just as you went to respond your phone vibrated.

Maybe: Ben: Found this gem on my phone. Thought you might like it x Ben

Included was a selfie he had taken shirtless wearing the long Roger wig.

You: You sure don’t disappoint Hardy

“Are you even listening to me Y/N?” You mother asked, pulling into the driveway.

“Yes mom.” You lied, smiling as the three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen.

——

A/N2: So I might do a Part 2? Have them be a fake couple for her mom and then really date? Yes? No? Let me know

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[frstbiitten]

//I got to write a bit today BUUUUUUT might post stuff tomorrow, plus I gotta do replies in my other blog as well. Also, I got the second chapter of my *coughs* fic for later (I swear I tried to write less but I’m failing)