#(you and your characters seem really cool! I can’t wait to see where this goes)

[rubysramblers]

❛ is there a reasons you’re here on your own ? ❜ - carolyn to sammy

Sammy jumps a little bit from the sudden noise; he’d been quite absorbed listening to an old, jazzy tune on his phone before she’d spoken. After realizing it’s just someone, perhaps rightly, asking what he’s doing listening to such an old song all by himself, he shrugs a little and answers.

“Not really…I just got nostalgic for-uh, something my grandparents used to play,” he explains, the excuse flowing out of him after a brief pause. The nostalgia was real, but the truth as to why was a little more complicated than that.

“Isn’t it fascinating how, even all those years ago, people were complaining about how fast the times were changing? And people would make songs making fun of said people?” Noticing how he’s rambling a little, unusual for Sammy, he looks away for a moment. “Sorry…I guess I was just thinking lately about how the more things change, the more they stay the same. Ironically enough.”

[artinvain]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱 (pt. 1)

sevika x reader modern au (fluff & weed smoking… mdni)

characters: sevika x reader, silco & vander .

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when sevika joins one of the biggest financial firms in her district, it’s not a big deal to her. it’s not her passion, but she makes money, work is stupidly easy for her, she lives way over comfortably and if she wants she can choose her own hours. of course — she keeps to a basically military routine, she likes it, it helps her stop thinking. about her dad, where her mom could be, the last person she loved.

she’s waiting to meet up with the same old college buddies she always does. they meet at a dispensary cafe maybe once or twice a week. but sevika goes almost everyday — because it also helps her not think.

when she walks in vander and silco are making a noise in their usual nook, greeting her with hugs and a cig to start. when they were all together like this they became idiots. usually intellectual conversations about philosophy or politics, the latest in news, the latest in their lives and careers. but here it was babble filled laughter and no thoughts at all.

“do you guys want coffee or some of the stuff on the munchies menu?”

your voice is new, vander and silco quieten down in her ears as she looks up at you, the sun shining like a halo bouncing around your locs. she wants to say something, tell you you’re pretty. It’s what she usually does when she sees a girl she likes. flirts like crazy but now sevika can’t say a goddamm thing.

it’s the way you’re looking at her and only her. your lip bitten and a small smile poking through as you notice she’s staring. and you can’t help but look on with some strange affection, her soft dark skin, muscles underneath it flexing. her grey eyes — so unusual, smoky and cool. your manager had told you she was a regular so if you wanted a tip you needed to be nice. to sevika you are lovely — she can’t really describe it but you make her blush.

when you walk away with their orders, the boys are immediately hounding her. “would you have preferred vander and i left the both when you did all that?”

“I - did you - are you fucking blushing?” silco laughs so hard he’s coughing and slapping vander’s arm when she rolls her eyes. “my hearts, my stars, my god — you are! I haven’t seen you look like this in years,” he gasps.

“weed makes you overly dramatic, silco,” she retorts gulps gratefully at a bottle of water while vander continues

“seriously though, you’re looking at her like you have something other than ice in your veins” vander howls at himself

silco lights up his cigarette and leans back, “come now vander, sevika’s just afraid of her feelings, if anything — her blood burns too hot-“

“shut up.” sevika mumbles. it’s not untrue, she’d bounced around from girlfriend to girlfriend, but no one ever stuck and she never seemed to mind. the sex was good — sometimes okay. they never could quite match her though. “it’s not my fault I don’t get along with them,”

“oh yes it’s always something - no banter, not intellectual enough — but I think -“

“yes, what do you think vander?” sevika spits with a snarl

“I think you’re sabotaging yourself.” he says more seriously than intended. she has nothing to say. no remark - she can’t explain away a truth they’d been skirting around whenever it came to sevika’s love life. they’d been badgering her about settling down for once, let herself be known outside of their little trio.

“drop it, vander,” she glares and he only rolls his eyes leaning forward to snatch a lighter in her hand for his joint.

it just has to be then that you walk back to their table, startled by the sudden silence as you hand out their snacks. “is everything okay?” you ask and Sevika’s smile is small but fleeting.

“do you have a strain that can lift the mood?” ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

sevika greets you by name every time she comes in now, over tips you, pulls you into conversation when she knows you should be working but she knows your boss and he’ll let it slide for her.

“so, how’s the wolf of wall street?” you whistle handing sev a clear vile with her joint in it. “you have to stop calling me that,” sevika laughs, loosening the deep blue, tie, embroidered with silver stars around her neck. “but you are! you told me yourself you’re up at 6am every day to make your matcha latte before gym, and you look at your stocks, in your giant loft —“

sevika laughs albeit a little nervously at your teasing “I did not say I had a loft,” and you smile at her coyly scratching her neck. “but am I wrong?” you ask and she ducks her head, her shoulder moving with her laughter.

“ah fuck,” she groans with a smile “leave me alone,” sev says jokingly, and you roll your eyes “okay, if you really want me to.”

but you don’t move, and sevika doesn’t say anything. she’s just looking at you, taking you in — grateful your job doesn’t have a uniform so she can see you in your wide leg pants, dark green flowers springing forth and your tight top — purple, strappy and your breasts, pressed up against them. she looks away from a moment and you chuckle having seen where her eyes ended they’re tour of you.

“you look pretty today,” sev mumbles, taking a sip of water.

“thank you sev, you look pretty put together yourself — meeting with investors ?”

“yeah,” she grunts, “something like that — I don’t know, first time I’ve felt off my game. the company’s just very white and male. I don’t know if I got the deal.” she stretches her neck, “and I hate failing,” she lets slip. furrows her eyebrows at herself because why would she tell you that?

“hey, you’re good at your job, or you wouldn’t be up for a promotion,” she shrugs at your response “plus,” you sit down next to her, “if anything you can depend on the diversity token,” you smirk and nudge her with your elbow, smoke billows out of her mouth as she laughs. coughing slightly before sitting up straight.

“I know it must be annoying, always having to shape yourself up into this heterosexual role,” you sigh, sev offers you some of her joint and you take it without question, knowing it was just you and andy your co-worker today,

“and your jobs are always with all these white, men determining whether you look good enough or if you’re well spoken enough, it’s bullshit,” you sigh and sevika nods

“it’s like I’m never doing well enough I’m tired of it,” she responds.

“you should be tired of it, but you are,” you say firmly, “good enough — don’t let them define you sev, your work shows that you’re good for it.”

“thanks,” she smiles, she’d heard it before but it felt different coming from you, because you understand her. you’re not just trying to make her feel better. it is bullshit and you let her know that it’s okay to feel that way.

“vander and silco don’t really understand it. i mean don’t get me wrong they try. but they’ll never really know.” sevika sighs and takes the j back from you when you offer it with a smile.

“I get that,” you nod and tie your locs up out of your face. “hey, I have to go check on that table,” you spot a couple with their coffee cups empty. “but I’ll be back,”

she turns the words over in her head. she didn’t ask you to, but you were coming back to her — like you always did. the first to check in on her when she came in and rarely did you leave her without at least some conversation, even when the cafe was busy. you grab sev’s hand and give it a tight squeeze and it jolts sevika’s body feeling your soft hand in hers, so warm and you trace a circle on the back of her hand that she can feel long after you’ve pulled away.

sevika should be at home by now, instead she’s following you around, watching you clean counter tops and pack away snacks for the night shift to open later.

“so, I told andy like I can’t take her every table just because she doesn’t feel like serving — do I have something on my face?” you stop rubbing at a sticky spot on the table where someone spilled something, staring at her quizzically as she looks down at you.

“no,” she smiles and then her eyes dart nervously around the room, “sorry, I was just… looking at you.” you don’t say anything for a moment, “I think you’re really pretty,” she says nervously. she hadn’t complimented someone so gently in a while. it’d all been heated praises while her hands were guided to someone’s neck. so sev chuckles uncomfortably and turns her head to stare at a painting when you say forger.

“I could have painted that. like better probably,” she says and when she looks back at you, your standing so close to her she can feel your breath on her neck.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you say, and sevika chokes on her words. she’d always been “sexy” or “hot” or “super attractive” but no one had called her beautiful. cupping her cheek so softly and with no intent.

“I just was never sure how you felt, so I didn’t say anything,” you said, and sevika holds her hand over yours, looking down at you and smiling sheepishly as you lean up and kiss the side of her mouth. “I like you,” you grin at her blush and the way she tumbles over her words.

“of course yeah, i um - do you want to come back to my place?” she rushes out and a pit forms in her stomach when you blink slowly and swallow.

“I’m sorry, did I just ruin everything?” sevika asks bluntly and you shake your head, she holds your hand to her cheek, hoping you don’t pull away.

“no it’s fine. I want to, I do. but, I’ve done that a lot recently, I mean finishing my masters it was really bad. I kind of want something real,” you say shyly, trying and failing to pull away from sevika,

“we can take it slow,” what the fuck is she thinking. she’s never taken it slow. her longest relationship was three months and she fucked it up because she always priorities work. but, you’re beautiful and kind and smart and funny and she doesn’t know if she can just let you go. at least not that easily.

“let me take you home,” sevika offers as you lock up, the sun’s not down yet but she doesn’t want you to go. you agree and whistle when you jump into her jeep.

“wolf of Wall Street— this is impressive,” sevika rolls her eyes with a smile and turns her car on.

“just fucking give me the directions,” she answers and you laugh, getting your maps out “it’s not far from here,” you say.

“if you’re not busy, maybe you can come inside, talk and have some tea or — I don’t know, maybe not-“

“no yes. I would love to,” she replies eagerly, making her way down to your place, following the maps stoic directions.

“so you said you could paint something better than what’s in the shop?” you turn to her and she blushes — she shouldn’t have said that.

“I used to paint, and sketch,” she admits, used to as if she didn’t pick up her charcoal for the first time in months to sketch every detail of your soft face.

you nod, looking around her clean car, it didn’t look like one of an artist “you should show me sometime,” you mumble and flick the boulder of the sisyphus bobble head stuck to her dash. “this is a really fucking specific bobble head,”

sevika laughs and agrees, “I got it in greece at some really overpriced tourist shop. I don’t know, vander and silco got something too, all philosophy shit because we’re—“

“really pretentious,” you laugh and she nods along “yeah yeah. we all met in our first year greek mythology course and then again in philosophy and we kind of just stuck together. and I never buy myself anything so I figured.”

“why this though? why the reminder of eternal punishment on your dashboard, every day?”

“other than the fact that it reminds me of my oldest friends?”

it’s not like you didn’t understand. you have an embroidered quilt of plath’s fig tree poem hanging in your kitchen.

“yeah, other than that,” you dig, you know there’s something more there.

“I don’t know, I felt like I was sisyphus for a long time,” she admits. something about your aura was so damn relaxing, like she could say anything around you and you wouldn’t care. “I had accepted that I had to suffer.” she drums her thumbs on the steering wheel, “that being who I am was some cosmic punishment, but then. I don’t know I figured if my boulder was who I am, I’d have to keep pushing it, even if people failed to see how light it is to me,”

you nod, finally satisfied with her answer and look over at her. she doesn’t feel like she has anything more to say. and for once she isn’t scrambling for charmed words or flirtation, she just lets herself listen to you breathe.

“paradoxical but that’s what it is to be brown and queer in this world huh,” you say and sevika nods falling into a comfortable silence until you reach your flat.

a small victorian brick building, that’s much bigger when you’re inside. stairs leading up to what you explain are two other apartments. the tenants quiet but very nice and hardly home. you walk her down the passage to your apartment door.

she’s greeted by warmth and the smell of fading incense. you turn on orange lamps and a sunset one in the living room,

“you can put your jacket on the stand there,” you say, looking at her from over the kitchen island. “and take your shoes off, please,”

sevika complies and feels a tight knot it her stomach. nerves. why is she nervous when she knows you two won’t be doing anything. the way you’d seen through her in the car, you wanted to know her, not just her body and that scared the shit out of her. should she just leave? she’s ready to put her shoes back on when you walk past her into the living room with a tray, a teapot and two cups and some honey. it’s so sweet she decides against herself to sit down on your couch beside you.

she looks around while you pour her tea, the couch is plush, you’re venitian carpeting soft under her socks. you have a feature wall painted dark green and covered in abstract paintings and one family portrait.

“that you?” sevika asks, making out our plump cheeks and toothy grin, as you lean over who she assumes in your father. she thanks you for the tea and takes a sip of the warmth,

“yeah,” you smile, “my brother is late, but my sister lives like two streets down,”

“I’m so sorry,” she offers and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. you take it and kiss the back of her hand.

“shit, sorry,” you apologise and let go off her, but she wants you to do it again, can feel the outline of your lips tingling on her hand. “s’okay,” she nods and keeps her hand on your shoulder.

“viktor was my adopted brother, he was really sick.” you stop there and turn to her with a watery smile. “I loved him a lot,”

she can tell. nods solemnly and lets you have a moment, and then your laughing a little embarrassed and wiping your eyes.

“It was a long time ago, sorry,”

“don’t be,” sev says, “I wanna know you,” she smiles and you smirk back at her, your cheeky attitude back in play, “then ask me a question,” you say, she doesn’t know where to start because she has a million.

“how’d you know you were… I don’t know sapphic?” she asks tentatively. “well, I’ve known I was a lesbian since I was like twelve. there was this girl I alway hung out with —“ you’re smiling fondly and sevika lays over your words.

“yeah?” sevika answers getting ready for your story.

she leaves way too late, all you two did was talk and laugh and she hadn’t checked her stocks or taken any calls and she can’t remember the last time she wasn’t always working, even partially, even in her free time. when she gets home she’s on her laptop until midnight, taking an international meeting and all the while, all she can think about is sitting and watching the rest of the stupid magician show she’d started with you before she saw the time.

when she clambers into bed, for the first time she notices how cool the spot beside her is. she bundles herself up in pillows and falls asleep with you on her mind.

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙

”I wanna take you on a date,” sevika smiles leaning on the counter where you’ve just finish letting a group of friends pay.

“you do?” you ask, “you doing it because you think I’ll give you discounts ?”

“I know you’ll give me discounts,” she laughs “I got something for you,” she pulls out a novel from her work satchel. “I know you wanted a physical to have, but you said you were too distracted to get one so”

the picture of dorian gray. inside the first page were names of people who had had the book before you, dating back to ‘97. you’d wanted a hard cover since you’d read it a year ago. but she’d gone above and beyond getting you a thrifted version, you liked the idea of a hand me down of something so many others like you had enjoyed and now you had one and she knew that. the thought made your heart thump.

“where did you get this?” you ask, touching over the names of all the people who’d signed it,

“just looked at like four different second hand book stores,” she shrugs and looks on fondly as you excitedly flip through the annotated pages.

“thank you!” you lean over the counter and kiss her cheek.

“and not that that was a bribe or anything but-“

“I obviously want to go on a date with you vika,” she blushes at the nickname, her heart beating a little faster. “yeah?” “yeah,” you nod and jump at andy’s snide remark for you to start your shift.

“I’ll pick you up after work,” she taps on the counter and smiles widely, the bell on the cafe door ringing loudly in her ears as she exits. for the first time in a long time, she’s more than just living. the air smells fresh, colours and bright and her heart is pumping hard, hot blood coursing to her cheeks as she thinks of you. tonight, tonight, tonight.

okay next chapter is the date and maybe a sexy little smut scene hehehe or angst. who knows? not even me. 🏷️ @iamaboringrattat @archangeldyke-all @sevsbaby @sapphicsgirl @bimboprincezz @opropheticsoul @ariariarr @sexysapphicshopowner

[goodlucktai]

in the mouth of the world

one piece word count: 1k written for @op-secret-santa 2023 and my giftee was @viktorclawthorne ! viktor, two of your favorite characters are zoro and sanji, and one of your favorite pairings is platonic zolu, so this is what i came up with. i really, really hope you like it !

read on ao3

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Sanji is in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair tied back with one of Usopp’s scrunchies, trying to remember if the raspberry or the pistachio macarons went over better last time. His friends inhaled them all in a matter of minutes, but Sanji can’t recall which ones went first.

In the end, he goes with mango. The fruits are ripe, cheerful orange, and their color pings as appropriate in his mind.

These pastries are finicky at best, and a punishment from god at worst, so leveling the battlefield by removing extra heat and moisture from his workstation is always step one. As a result, the room is very cool, the door propped open to let in the crisp winter air, a fan borrowed from Franky’s workshop whirring away in the corner. 

Zoro and Luffy are in the galley, sitting around the scarred kitchen table—ostensibly to keep Sanji company while he works, but more likely just waiting around to see if they get tossed any scraps. 

As Sanji whips meringue, he finds his attention wandering back to the two of them in time to pick up part of their conversation.

“—be anything,” Luffy is saying, spreading his arms out wide as if to encompass the full scope of just how big the concept is he’s talking about. “There are no rules and it can be as weird or funny as you want! What would you pick?”

Zoro hums, giving it some thought. A stranger might be surprised to learn it, Sanji thinks, given how severe and forbidding their first mate appears at a glance, but he is generally the first to fold when it comes to catering to their captain’s whims. This terror of a swordsman, this nightmare of a pirate, simply follows Luffy’s every step without even looking to see where it might lead, like a no-nonsense Belgian Shepherd plodding along behind a bouncy border collie. 

That’s true for battle and danger as much as it’s true for shenanigans. Zoro is worth millions, is as much a killer and a criminal as any of those other Wanted men his posters are displayed beside, but he isn’t afraid to look silly. Not if it’s Luffy reaching back for him, sunny grin amped up to eleven, calling Zoro, you too! Come with me!

Zoro says, “Time, then.”

Luffy rocks up in his seat, eyes round and impressed, and says, “Time travel? Like the Fruit that Momonosuke’s mom ate, that sends you forward?”

“Mm. But mine would go backwards,” Zoro explains, leaning into the game of make-believe. “It would only work one time and it would start me back at the very beginning.”

Zoro’s birthday was a month ago, and Sanji made a dark chocolate truffle cake infused with enough liqueur that he guiltily baked a lighter version for the younger half of the crew. But Zoro had taken one bite of the boozy dessert and his eyebrows flew up to his hairline. He doesn’t usually go in for sweets, but the bitterness of the chocolate paired with the velvet smoothness of the liqueur seemed to win him over instantly. 

It isn’t in their nature to thank each other openly. From as far back as Thriller Bark, the best things they know about each other are secrets kept from everyone else. But Zoro took a second piece when Robin’s extra hands offered him one, which said much more than any effusive praise would have anyway. 

Just last week, it was Chopper’s birthday, and Sanji whipped up about a hundred triple-strawberry cupcakes, filled with ganache, topped with cloud-like icing and sugared fruit and sprinkles, and it was worth it for the way his little brother’s face went slack with awe when he took in the spread. 

Until Robin and Vivi’s birthdays in February, there are no specialized desserts Sanji needs to prepare. His nakama will sometimes have a craving, and he tends to keep sweet things on deck for those nights when sleep is not forthcoming, for those cloudy days when it’s hard to see the sun waiting for them beyond the storm, but he rarely makes macarons just for fun. 

The timing, the temperature, the moisture, all of it has to be exact, or the shells will crack, or the feet will spread, or they’ll come out hollow. It’s not a hard recipe, it’s just annoying. It’s the last thing he learned from Zeff, because he perfected every other dish on the menu well before he made a halfway decent batch of macarons. 

No one asked for these. Sanji is well-aware that he doesn’t have to be standing here, sacrificing the bulk of his day to this thankless task, but he’s already in it now. The buttercream and mango curd are ready, and the shells are about to go in the oven. 

“A one-time Fruit!” Luffy exclaims. Zoro could have said he would pick a Fruit that would turn his hair a different color every day and Luffy would have sounded equally as fascinated. “You would go all the way back? Do you want to change that much?”

“My Fruit wouldn’t work that way,” Zoro explains simply. “I wouldn’t be able to change anything or the future I was from where I used the Fruit wouldn’t exist, would it? It would have to stay exactly the same for me to get back there.”

Zoro doesn’t want a Fruit—neither does Sanji. They spend half their lives dragging their nakama who are already anchors out of the sea. 

Besides that, Sanji wants to meet All Blue properly the day he finds her. He’s going to swim for hours and hours and barely remember to come up for air. A Fruit would only take from him more than it could ever give. 

And Zoro has never cut corners when it comes to his own strength. But there’s something in his tone that makes Sanji wonder if he’s thought about this before. 

“What if you wanted to, though?” Luffy asks. “Or what if you had the chance to stop something bad before it happened?”

“No changes,” Zoro says adamantly. “No diversions. I would have to live it all over again.”

Sanji remembers all the stories Luffy tells his crew about the trouble he and his brothers got into when they were children. He said there was a pâtisserie in High Town where chefs and bakers created decadent desserts catered only to the nobles. When they snuck around that part of the kingdom, a brightly-colored dessert in the display window there would always catch Ace’s eye.

Once, Sabo and Luffy broke into that pastry shop in the dead of night at the end of December, and made off with as many of those colorful macarons as they could carry. 

“Ace was angry,” Luffy laughed through his retelling. “He told Sabo we were lucky we didn’t get caught and have our hands chopped off. But he hugged me for a long time after he yelled at me. The cookies were for him, you know? For his birthday! You have to have your favorite on your birthday.” Luffy had smiled as if it didn’t hurt at all when he added, “Even back then, Ace was bad at being loved. Sabo said he just needed more practice. He said that’s what Ace had us for.”

“And then at the end,” Zoro says, “when I catch up to the future, and I’m back where I started, I would have more time.”

“How much more time?” Luffy asks.

“Not much,” Zoro admits. “Maybe a few minutes. The time I took to use the Fruit before would be free for me to use differently.”

“You’d relive your whole adventure for a few extra minutes at the end?” their captain says, brow furrowing while he makes sense of it. “Would it be worth it?”

Zoro sits back in his chair, his dark eye fixed on his captain the same way sailors follow Polaris relentlessly across the fathomless sea, and says, “Yes.”

The final baking tray goes into the oven. The macarons will be ready for tomorrow night, for the party they’re going to throw at the close of the year. At midnight, Sanji will cart them out—bright orange, each of them painted with whimsical little whorls of red—and they’ll wish Ace a happy birthday, wherever he is. They’ll wish he was still here to scold his baby brother and eat stolen pastries at midnight with the people who loved him best. They’ll resolve to protect Luffy and enjoy sweets in his name. 

It’ll be a good night. Luffy will be surrounded by his nakama and the open arms of the sea. If the macarons make him remember something sad, he won’t be alone. Luffy—unlike his brothers—is very good at being loved. 

Sanji washes his hands, sets the timer, and then calls over, “Hey, idiots, what do you want for dinner?”

Luffy appears beside him as if summoned by a magic spell, hopping up to sit on the counter before Sanji has a chance to wipe it down, sending up a little cloud of almond flour. 

“Beef!” he declares predictably. 

“That stew you made with red wine that one time,” comes Zoro’s contribution from where he’s still lounging at the table. 

Beef burgundy it is, Sanji thinks, hauling out his biggest soup pot. He nudges Luffy’s knee out of the way so he can close the cabinet door but otherwise leaves the young captain where he is.

“Sanji,” Luffy asks brightly, “if you could have any Devil’s Fruit in the whole world, what would you choose?”

“One that would make me a better swimmer,” Sanji replies without missing a beat, and turns his head to hide his smile when Luffy bursts into loud, ringing peals of laughter. 

But that strange, tricky, highly specific Fruit that Zoro dreamed up—one that would make him relive his life and everything he’s ever done, everything he’s endured, all the pain and fear and joy and breathless wonder, all for the sake of an extra minute at the end—a minute he could use to look up at Polaris one last time and say thanks for taking me with you. You didn’t have to do that. I hope I was everything to you that you were to me—

That wouldn’t be so bad, either. 

[crazy-fandom-madness]

(Kuai Liang) Sub Zero x Sick Reader

I’m a sucker for sick readers so here is one with one of my favourite MK characters I’ve been getting back into the fandom so hopefully this won’t be OOC

Summary: living with Kuai was wonderful well most of the time but when your sick it can be a little hard especially when your shivering

Words 600+

SFW/ Comfort/ Gender Neutral/ Establish Relationship

Being sick was the worst thing that could possibly happen but there was nothing you could do about it. When ever you were sick it was always bad, Kuai always knew had to make you feel better. Well he sure did try it was hard for him to care for someone that isn’t himself, he’s been alone for a while. You were laying in bed as he opened the door holding a tray. “I’ve made you some soup you should try eating.” You roll over to see him in the door way making a sound in response. He puts the tray down on the night table as you sit up, he places his hand on your forehead you lean into the touch.

“You’re running a fever.” He goes to move his hand from your head as you grab it putting it back. Everyone knows Kuai body temperature was much colder than most, in this moment if felt amazing. “Don’t leave you’re so cold it feels so nice.” He giggles and helps you eat the soup, but you couldn’t help but lay against him. You both giggle at this bud eventually finish eating putting it back on the table. “You should get some rest it’s been a while since you’ve been able too.” You lay down. “Only if you say cuz I’m way too hot and you’re nice and cold.” He smiles and lays beside you holding you close. “Anything to make you feel better.”

You managed to fall asleep fast Kuai was able to cool you off fast, you didn’t know if he was asleep. But when you woke up you were shivering not exactly cuz you were cold mostly just cuz you were sick. He seemed to have noticed cuz he pulled away from you, trying to grab him back. “No don’t leave come back.” He looked at you a little confused. “You’re shivering I don’t want to make you any more cold.” Ignoring what he said you lay against him again. “I don’t care I want to lay with you it makes me feel better.” Trying to hide his smile at this comment. “Well maybe we can put a blanket between us i want to make sure you stay warm.”

Clinging to him even more. “Nope.” Smirking up at him. “I can’t argue with that but honest if you’re too cold tell me.” Not really listening you agree. “Yeah ok I will I promise.” You both cuddled together even if he was cold you couldn’t help your self, this will make you feel better faster. You both have been laying together for a while now when he got up and walked to the door. You were too tired to move but asked where he was going. “I’m going to make you some tea and get a snack.” He answered as he was walking out of the room, you sit up a little. After a few minutes he walked back in with a tray. “Here I also brought medicine.”

Taking the medicine and a sip of the tea. “I was thinking we could go for a walk the fresh air could really help.” Kuai agreed helping you get up. “Sure that sounds like a good idea, just let me put this away.” You put on a jacket and your shoes leaving the room and waited for Kuai. “We shouldn’t stay out too late.” All you did was smile and grab his arm as you both went outside. You both had a wonder walk that seemed to help you a lot and decided to head to a cafe. Having a nice hot chocolate by the window, sure being sick sucked but being with Kuai can make it better.

[madbard]

I want to talk about Phantom!Papyrus.

Not Dust’s hallucination, no. I’m talking fanon Phantom, Papyrus’ actual ghost, and what a genuinely cool character concept that is.

Imagine that you are Papyrus. You’re outgoing and outwardly confident. You’re a pacifist. You’re lonely, with only two real, close friends - your mentor Undyne, and your brother Sans. You would trust either of them with your life.

And then Sans kills you.

The circumstances of this vary depending on level of canonicity and personal headcanons. I generally imagine that Sans waits until he has a pretty high LV before attacking Papyrus, so the fight is over relatively quickly (not because Papyrus is weak, but because at this point Sans does so much damage per attack that it doesn’t take too many hits to win, and I don’t think Papyrus would fight back - not violently enough to survive, anyway.)

Papyrus dies… and comes back.

How does this happen? Again, up to personal headcanon. For this post, I’ll say he becomes a ghost due to the violent circumstances of his death, and follows Sans because his dust is on the scarf Sans carries.

At first, Papyrus would be horrified. He’d be furious with his brother, and heartbroken too - this person he loved and trusted just murdered him! Maybe there would even be a moment of him wanting revenge, wanting Sans to pay for what he did.

But regardless of his actions, Sans is still Papyrus’ brother, which means Dust is too. And this is where things get interesting.

As Papyrus watches, Dust makes his way through the Underground, killing indiscriminately. If this is really Papyrus’ ghost, he’d be horrified by what’s happening. He’d beg Dust to stop, try everything he could to end the violence.

It wouldn’t work. How could it? Dust has already gone too far. He killed his brother for this, he’s not stopping now. But after leaving Snowdin, he enters the domain of the Underground’s most dangerous fighters. Papyrus is left to watch in terror as his brother faces Undyne, captain of the royal guard and Papyrus’ best friend.

He has a decision to make. As a ghost, he can’t attack. He can’t get in between them, and he can’t make himself visible to Undyne. The most he can do is talk to Dust, argue and beg for him to stop fighting. So that is what he does - Papyrus takes every chance he can to fly in Dust’s line of sight, yell at him, distract him. And it works.

As the fight goes on, Dust becomes more and more distracted by his brother’s ghost. His magic attacks miss. He doesn’t dodge in time. For a moment, Papyrus is relieved - until he realizes that Undyne isn’t letting up. The moment Dust goes on the defensive, Undyne presses forward, unleashing attack after attack until Papyrus realizes she isn’t just going to capture his brother.

She intends to kill him.

Undyne steps forward. Dust falls back. Undyne readies her spear. Papyrus looks at his brother and beneath the hood he sees an icy terror wash over his face, a sense of defeat, desperation, and despair.

(What is worth more? His brother’s life? Or his ideals?)

Papyrus flies over. Years of training flash through his mind as he whispers into his brother’s hood. “As she raises her spear, send one bone attack into her side, and a second from above. She won’t be able to block both attacks.”

Dust attacks. Undyne staggers. Papyrus watches his brother kill his best friend.

At this point they’re both guilty. Papyrus refuses to aid Dust in attacking innocents, but if he ever seems about to lose a combat, Papyrus is there to point out weaknesses, tricks and attacks that Dust could never have seen on his own. At the end, when the human is gone, Papyrus is left to haunt his brother, watching the world around him slowly decay as he too deteriorates. What could he have find differently? How could he have stopped this?

There is no answer that could satisfy that phantom. He is bound to what remains of his brother, but he has never been more alone.

[steelbluehome]

Sebastian Stan from Gossip Girl tells us what it’s like to work with real-life girlfriend, Leighton Meester.

Will your character Carter be back for more seasons?

I leave my options open. I like that. We’ll just have to see exactly what happens with Carter. I’d always like to come back for more, absolutely. I had no expectations or ideas when I went into audition for this role that it was going to be kept around or expand into something like this. I like the show and I’m grateful for it.

What would be your dream role?

I’m really lucky that I’ve got to do theatre in the past, I’m always looking to come back and doing some monster role on the stage at some point, that would be really cool. I can’t wait to see Jude Law in Hamlet, those things seem like such epic ideas, but they’re not. They’re not impossible. I realise a lot of people that do those – and I read up and they’re equally as scared. They’re just driven to do it. Ideally I’d love to do something of that calibre, that size. For theatre you have to be mentally and physically up to the part.

Would you ever consider a music career like girlfriend Leighton?

I’m just gonna keep that for karaoke, I think. I love karaoke. I’m some sort of closet wannabe Guns ’n’ Roses member that wasn’t born in the right time. I don’t know about music, its fun but maybe I’d like to try songwriting or producing or directing. It’d be fun to be able to call the shots on the projects you want to work on.

Did you get to meet Lady Gaga and Hilary Duff when they did cameos on Gossip Girl?

No I was never really around because my scenes never paralleled with theirs.

Which celeb would make a great cameo in the show?

Someone controversial, someone like Molly Ringwald.

Are you jealous your character wasn’t involved in the much hyped threesome this series?

No I didn’t care.

Which character would you like to see Carter hook up with?

I think ideally I would definitely want to act opposite Blair. She’s a really great character.

Do you enjoy fame?

Like Al Pacino would say: I didn’t ask to pull the trigger, but this is the business I chose. It’s in your brain for about five seconds but energy is required in much more important ways.

Have you ever been mistaken for another celeb?

I used to be picked on high school. People were like ‘you look Jason Priestly!’

And I think I was like really overweight when I was in ninth grade high school. People were telling me if Leonardo DiCaprio was to ever get fat I was probably what he would look like.

Do you feel pressure to stay in shape for Gossip Girl?

I think it’s good for an actor to keep in shape for any project. Often it’s required. Actors are athletes in a way, I learnt that in college. It’s fun and it helps you feel good.

What do you do when you’re not working?

New York is a very rich environment. Acting is a pretty unconventional life, you’re always working, in a way. You can relax and go and see a movie, but I always see a performance that inspires me. Or sitting eating and you observe people and characters. Work creeps i0n. I listen to music, I like trying new restaurants things like that.

If you weren’t an actor what would you be doing?

I think I’d make toys. Yeah, I always loved that movie Big where he works for the toy company!

Source: Sebastian Stan

(This link goes to Now To Love magazine, but to the latest issue. Not the 2009 issue)

Posted by zeinitzza in Fan Forum

Anyone who was contemporary with 90210, or who just knows, why is it an insult to say "You look like Jason Priestly"?

I want to kill every person in his high school who made fun of him for being overweight!

[naturesapphic]

Love at first sight

Melanie Martinez x actor!fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff, mentions of ed

Word count: 2,491

~wheels on the bus-

Today I’m going to be meeting Melanie Martinez and be in her movie. I’ve been a fan of her since 2012 when she was in the voice and I’m so excited to meet her. Im playing one of her best friends in the movie which I think is really cool. I was getting my pink and white dress on when one of the assistants peeked their head in and told me I have five minutes until we start. A few moments later I went outside to the bus where everyone was and that’s when I saw her laughing with the director and some of the camera people. She looks so beautiful laughing, how her gap shows and how her laugh sounds. I’m so happy to finally meet her.

I walked over to Melanie and her smile never faded away. “Hey! Y/n right? It’s so nice to see you! I can’t wait to work beside you in this.” She squealed out happily. You smiled back “I can’t wait to work with you on this project. I know it’s going to be the best movie coming out this year”. You said with a smile and she giggled. “I don’t know about the best movie of this year but I’ll take it! Thank you so much for your support! I really appreciate it.” She blushed.

“Okay everyone! Get in character and in place!” He yelled out as everyone went into the bus and getting ready to start. I sat in front of Melanie and elita as I was going to be their friends throughout the movie. Right now, this is where they meet. I can’t wait to work with Melanie and make new friends!

~class fight~

For the next shot we are doing is for class fight. Which is one of my favorite songs on the album. After we filmed the whole bus scene, we went straight ahead to where Melanie’s character crybaby goes to her first class and interacts with Brandon and gets that note from Kelly. Before we started The scene where me and Elita’s character goes underneath our sleeping bags and find each other through some sort of tunnel. Melanie was on her knees practicing some of the dance moves for the movie and I was just in awe of her. Her doing something so simple is just so angelic. We were finishing up that scene where elita starts a fire in her hand, little flames started to go everywhere and me and Melanie starting freaking out to the point of laughing. She went over to Elita’s hand and blew it out. When it was out, all of us were on laying on the ground laughing. Melanie’s laugh is the absolute cutest ever. After we finished that scene, me and Melanie decided to go ahead and get a snack since we were hungry. We stood by the snack table and talked until we had to go back to filming. I’m really getting a big crush on her.

We went back outside for the next scene of the official class fight where Kelly beats up crybaby. Maggie was on top of Melanie as she was pretending to throw punches at her. I was a little jealous that she was on top of Melanie but I brushed those thoughts away as it was stupid to even be jealous. It’s for the movie! There’s no time for feelings and to be jealous. This movie is important to Melanie and I can’t ruin it for her and for the others.

My thoughts were interrupted with Melanie suddenly grabbing my hand and skipping to hair and makeup. “I want to get to know you better while they fix up my hair for the principal music video.” She said excitedly while her brown orbs locked into my y/e/c. Melanie sat down and brought a dog on her set. I’m guessing it’s Melanie’s because the dog seemed so excited to see her. As she was getting her hair done we were talking and learning lots from each other. We were both laughing and had huge smiles on our faces by the time she was done with her hair and had to go back on set. I’m definitely forming a crush on her.

~the principal~

Melanie and Maggie were shooting a scene where they get sent to the principals office and Melanie was practicing her dance for the shot and Maggie was standing there laughing as Mel kept doing the dance over and over and messing up on purpose.

Mel saw me and came over to me to talk “how is it going? Isn’t this so fun?” She asked you beaming. “It has been a blast so far! I can’t wait to continue this journey with everyone. Im loving this and I can’t wait to see the final product.” You exclaimed. Melanie blushed and smiled brightly at you. “Im so glad you are enjoying yourself y/n/n.” She said as she looked deep in your eyes. You blushed bright red and played with the hems of your dress. Melanie took note of this and smirked to herself.

~show and tell~

It was the next day and Melanie was dressed up for the next music video which was show and tell. She was talking to the director when I walked in and she immediately beamed at me. I smiled back and waved at her and she waved back at me.

They were helping Melanie’s with her strings since she will dancing like she’s a puppet on strings. I went over to her and smiled “you look cute as a puppet” you said giggling. She blushed and smiled at you “haha thanks! You don’t look too back yourself. That dress fits you nice.” She flirted back at you.

You changed dresses since we were doing a new scene and it was a new day. Mel’s style is truly something else but she makes it work, not just for her but for everyone else. Y’all kept talking about different things then sadly it had to be cut short since she has to do the scene. You put two thumbs up and say “good luck Mel!” You said happily. She giggled and put two thumbs up back at you.

~nurse’s office~

Melanie and I were watching the nurse dancers practice their dance routine. They were really great and I can’t wait to shoot this scene with elita and Melanie. It’s going to be so fun. Melanie and I are getting closer everyday and it’s been amazing. Im really falling for her which sucks because there’s no way in hell she feels the same. I think she likes that actor who plays Ben, the boy who crybaby ends up with at the end.

It sucks but I’m just glad that we are still friends. She’s an amazing friend but I know she would make the best partner. My thoughts were interrupted by Melanie’s hand in my face. I snapped out of it and Melanie laughed loudly. “You okay? You seem really deep in thought there.” She giggled cutely. You nodded your head shyly.

She didn’t question it anymore and grabbed your hand to start the scene. Her hand is so soft. You wish you could hold it forever. Not in a creepy way of course. You, Melanie, and elita started the scene and it was so fun to film.

~drama club~

Melanie and I were getting ready for the drama club play scene. She was getting her hair and makeup touched up and I was almost done with my makeup. “Working with you has been so fun y/n! I’ve had a blast with everyone and especially you y/n/n.” She flirted but you were oblivious to it. You just thought she was being nice to you.

Melanie and one of the dance choreographers was showing Mel on how to properly do the dance since she was a little confused. She wants everything to be perfect and strives for perfection.

You wished you could dance and hold her like that but you couldn’t.

~strawberry shortcake~

We got done filming drama club and now were burying the body of our dead principal. Melanie and elita ran over to where the director was and was waving her arms around and was laughing. I’m guessing she needed help with her costume, which made me giggle at her enthusiasm.

Before we started anymore scenes, we took a little break and Melanie sat down in her director’s chair and was talking with the other director and Megan, who plays celeste.

After we filled the scene of them talking and playing tennis. Melanie was getting fixed up to shoot strawberry shortcake. They were fixing up her makeup and hair while you elita, Maggie, and Megan were chatting. Melanie was a little jealous that you weren’t over here talking with her but she brushed it off. Melanie needs to focus on her movie. Not feelings she may or may not have.

~lunchbox friends~

Lunchbox friends were next and Melanie and zinnet, who plays magnolia, linked arms and were throwing their legs up in the air while giggling as they were practicing. They went around the cafeteria as they showed in the music video and were making sure they were getting the shots right.

After their dance and talking about getting the character fluer to their group. Next was the food fight scene and that was something else. Food and drinks flying everywhere and everyone was getting food on them somehow. By the end of the scene everyone was cracking up and having a good time. I was on the floor next to Melanie and she leaned her hand on my shoulder, signaling that she was getting tired. I grabbed her hand gently and rubbed it softly. I felt Melanie smile against my shoulder and I smiled to myself.

~orange juice~

Orange juice was next and it’s one of the songs I relate to the most. I am still recovering from y/e/d (your eating disorder) and it’s nice to know that Melanie wrote a song that relates to me and it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one. Mel was practicing her dance with her fellow dancers and they were all working it. You are so proud of Melanie and all that she has done with the music video and the movie.

~detention~

~ Melanie’s pov ~

Im getting ready to film my scene of detention where I’m dancing with two other people and we are trapped in a glass cage thing. Me and y/n have been getting really close which I’m super happy about. I’ve liked her for a while and getting to know her more has made my feelings for her grow every second.

I doubt she feels the same. She probably just thinks of me as a friend and that’s it, but before the movie ends, I plan to tell her how I feel. I really hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship…

~high school sweethearts~

It has been around half of a year since we first started filming this movie and it was such a fun and great experience to have. Melanie and elita filmed teacher’s pet a few days ago. I wasn’t in that scene so there’s not really much to say besides that I’m fully in love with Melanie Martinez.

Melanie was dressed up for high school sweethearts and I was nervous as fuck. Im finally gonna tell her how I feel. It’s been months since we have been shooting the movie and my feelings have grown to a crush, to liking, and now to love.

I know it’s probably really fast but she makes me laugh, safe, she makes me feel confident like I have never felt before. She makes me feel like a whole different person. Someone who is better.

Melanie was taking a break from the shot of where she dances to high school sweethearts and I went to her dressing room door and knocked on it a couple of times. “Come in!” Her voice said as you gently opened the door to see Melanie sitting on her couch on her phone. “Y/n/n hey! I was just about to text you…I wanted to tell you something important.” She said nervously. “Oh wow…I have something important to tell you too.” You said back, just as nervous as her. “Should we say it at the same time?” She questioned and you nodded. “1, 2, 3-“

“Im in love with you” both of you guys said at the same time. You both broke out into huge smiles and you hugged her tightly. “I’ve liked you ever since I saw your auditioning tape. You just look so adorable and precious. I knew I had to be your friend and hopefully it could evolve into something more and now it can.” She said cheekily. You giggled and pecked her cheek gently and she returned the favor which made you blush wildly.

“Oh shit! I need to go back and finish! But don’t worry. After this scene is done. Im taking you out on a date.” She said winking as she left the room with you behind just admiring her as she left. You couldn’t believe that Melanie has the same feelings as you. You were ecstatic and practically bouncing around happily.

~recess~

I can’t believe shooting for this movie is almost over. I’ve had the best time in my life. I made so many friends and now me and Melanie have fallen for each other. Life couldn’t get any better.

All of us were in our dance costumes and Melanie was talking with the boy who has a crush on her in the movie. His real name is Marsalis and he’s super cool. He ships me and Melanie together which I think is funny since In the movie, Ben and crybaby like each other.

Marsalis and Melanie were practicing some lines together and doing what it seems like patty cake. I just shook my head with a smile on my face and just admired her.

We finished the final scene where we see Melanie choosing to stay or to go through the portal. Such a tease she is. She ran over to me and kissed me. “We did it!” She said over and over, jumping up and down giggling. You giggled “I know! Im so proud of you Mel. Im really sad it’s over but I’m happy it is because I can’t wait to watch it back and see how good you did and everyone else!” You said.

“Hey! You did great too y/n/n. This movie wouldn’t be the way it is without you. Thank you for being on the journey with me and always sticking by me. I love you.” She said with pure love in her voice. “I love you more melly.”

A/n: holy shit that was long. Im really hoping it makes sense. I know I rushed it with this but I really hope y’all like it, especially the person who requested it. Im thinking about making this one-shot into a book. So it’s not rushed and it has more detail in it. What do y’all think? And requests are still open!

Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love you all!

[baileypie-writes]

Hello welcome Bck from your vacation for A request can I request headcanons for A lazy male precure reader with the healin good precure (plantonic of course)

I imagine them joining shortly after Hinata/Sparkle and tends to be quite lazy dragging themselves with the cast during there slice of life moments and doesn’t tend to exert much uneeded energy unless needed (and fiercely protective like that episode where that guy from the photography club low key stalked Nodoka they would have to hold him back from transforming and beating him with A stick) and there easily the most aggressive precure in A fight

Also can his fairy partner be A red panda fairy.

A/N ~ Sure! I liked the fairy idea, though I didn’t end up including it. I just couldn’t find anywhere to add it, and I felt it was a tad too specific. So, sorry about that! Hope you enjoy!

~The Healin’ Good Pretty Cure with a Lazy and Aggressive Male Teammate~

~~~❤️‍🩹~~~❤️‍🩹~~~❤️‍🩹~~~

Fandom: Healin' Good♡Precure

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Male, Pretty Cure

Relationship: Platonic

Characters Included: Nodoka Hanadera/Cure Grace, Chiyu Sawaizumi/Cure Fontaine, Hinata Hiramitsu/Cure Sparkle, Asumi Fuurin/Cure Earth

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: Reader being protective/aggressive/defensive

~Masterlist~

~Healin' Good♡Precure Masterlist~

Each character’s dialogue is their signature color, and Reader’s dialogue is uncolored.

~~~❤️‍🩹~~~❤️‍🩹~~~❤️‍🩹~~~

~Nodoka Hanadera/Cure Grace~

~~~🌸~~~🌸~~~🌸~~~

~ Nodoka enjoys your company a lot! Your lazy personality provides a nice contrast in the friend group, which she likes. And your laziness doesn’t bother her. After all, you still hang out with them and have fun! And she knows that even though you can seem out of it, you’re almost always enjoying yourself.

“Are you alright, (name)? You don’t seem to be having fun.”

“I’m fine. Why don’t you think I’m having fun?”

“Oh, well you’re slumping and acting pretty sluggish.”

“(name)’s just like that, Chiyu! So don’t worry!”

“Yeah, what she said.”

~ She always related to you a bit. I mean, she’s not lazy, but she definitely doesn’t have as much energy as everyone else. So it’s nice to have someone who ends up panting like a dog after running for only a few minutes.

“*huff* Hang on guys! Wait for *huff* us!”

“Yeah! We’re not as fast as you!”

“Oh yeah, sorry. How about we rest for a second?”

~ She was surprised at how protective you could be. You’d be all chill, but when someone messes with any of you, you’d basically be baring your teeth in anger. She’s always the one to calm you down in these situations. She just doesn’t want any conflict.

“(name), calm down. It’s okay!”

“No, it’s not! That guy’s literally stalking you! That’s a crime!”

“I know… but if it will convince him that I’m not responsible for the Megabyogens, then I can deal with it for a while.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t!”

~ Although, she was grateful when you defended her from that creepy Michio guy. Even if you were really aggressive, it did help to get him to back off a bit, which lowered her stress. So she made sure to thank you after the incident.

“Hey, stalker! Leave Nodoka alone, or I’m calling the cops!”

“I’m not stalking her, I’m investigating!”

“Does ‘investigating’ require following her everywhere she goes?”

“Well-“

“Exactly. Now get out of here before I get the police!”

“Okay, okay! I’m going!”

“Thanks (name). But I’m sure he’ll come back haha.”

~ When seeing how aggressive you are during battle for the first time, Cure Grace was speechless. She had no idea you had all that energy in you! Though, she found it incredibly admirable!

“Woah! (name), were you always this energetic?”

“Not really. It must have to do with me being a Pretty Cure.”

“Cool!”

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~Chiyu Sawaizumi/Cure Fontaine~

~~~💧~~~💧~~~💧~~~

~ It’s a bit difficult for Chiyu to keep up(or keep down?) with your laziness. She’s a busybody, and very athletic, a stark contrast to you. But nonetheless, she enjoys having you around. Even if she has to slow down because of how slow you are.

“So I was thinking that we’d all stop by my family’s inn to relax in the hot springs, then we could- wait. Where’s (name)?”

“Here! Why do you walk so fast?”

“Oops, sorry!”

~ It scared her quite a bit when she saw you get protective for the first time. You went from being completely out of it, to fuming all in the span of a few seconds. It stresses her out quite a bit. Especially considering she was raised to only be kind to others, even if you don’t like them.

“What’s going on Chiyu? You’re not jumping nearly as high as you always do today.”

“So? You got a problem with that? Have you ever considered that she’s, I don’t know, tired? After all, she’s always working so hard. Give her a break, okay?”

“(name), calm down. It’s fine.”

~ She’s always the one who holds you back when you’re getting really protective. She hates conflict, so she really doesn’t want you to get involved in any.

“This creep is really pissing me off. He really needs to leave Nodoka alone. Hey (partner’s name), why don’t we get that through his thick skull?”

“(name) no!”

“Hey! Let go of me!”

“Please calm down! Let’s not make any rash decisions!”

~ Cure Fontaine was super surprised when she saw you fight for the first time. You were the last person she’d expect such feistiness from. But she likes your spirit! Even if it can be a bit much sometimes.

“(cure name), I think the Megabyogen’s down. So you can stop punching it now…”

“Oh, okay. (partner’s name), let’s purify him.”

“*sigh*. Typical (cure name).”

~ She always finds it funny how after the battle is over, you immediately go from aggressive to your usual, lazy self. It’s almost as if it’s transforming that makes you like that. She really wants to ask you, but isn’t really sure how.

“Well… that was a quick battle. We didn’t even get to do anything.”

“Yeah. I guess (name) kinda did all the work, huh?”

“Yeah. And now he’s slumped on a park bench, half asleep.”

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~Hinata Hiramitsu/Cure Sparkle~

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~ Hinata appreciates how (mostly)chill you are. She couldn’t care less if you tend to lag behind while walking with everyone, or if you may not seem as enthusiastic about things. She knows it’s just how you are!

“I’m glad everyone is having fun! Especially you, (name)! I didn’t think you’d enjoy this as much.”

“Wait, (name)’s having fun?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh. You just seemed so out of it.”

“Really? He’s way more into this than he is with other things! Can’t you tell?”

“No?”

~ She always wants her friends to have as much fun as possible, so she always makes sure that the activities she sets up would be enjoyed by you as well! This means that there are always some less active things for you to do. Things that don’t require moving your body so much.

“Why don’t we take a break? We can get some ice cream and sit down!”

“Yes please.”

“I knew you’d be all for it (name)!”

~ Hinata was also surprised when she first saw how protective you got. But she was impressed! She even started joining you in defending others. If you’re helping, then so is she!

“Hey! Stop picking on her!”

“Yeah! Find something better to do!”

“If you wanna get to her, you’ll have to fight us first!”

“Yeah- wait, ‘fight’?”

~ Your aggression during battle surprised her as well. But it definitely got her pumped up! Your spirit rubs off on her, and the two of you end up being the ones doing the most work during battles.

“Hyah!”

“Woah, nice punch! Lemme have a turn!”

“Sure, go ahead!”

“Uh guys, this isn’t a game you know…”

~ She sees nothing wrong with your aggression and protectiveness. In fact, it’s some of her favorite things about you! The fact that you can go from lazy and chill, to defensive all because you care about your friends is never bad in her mind!

“(name), I get that you’re trying to protect Nodoka, but you need to stop being so aggressive! You’re just making us look even more suspicious!

“But Chiyu, Masuko is being a nuisance. He really needs someone to knock some sense into him!”

“See, Hinata gets it!”

~~~✨~~~✨~~~✨~~~

~Asumi Fuurin/Cure Earth~

~~~🎐~~~🎐~~~🎐~~~

~ Asumi is a simple girl. She has the appearance of an adult, but she was only born a while ago. So there are some things that she fails to understand. One of those things being your laziness. It’s not the lazy part itself, but it’s how it makes you always look so out of things. She ends up thinking you’re in a bad mood, or not having a good time. She even began to think that you didn’t like her.

“Hinata, I think (name) dislikes me.”

“What? What makes you think that?”

“He never seems interested whenever I talk to him. And whenever I spend time with him, he doesn’t seem to be having a good time.”

“Oh! Don’t worry, that’s just how he is! I promise, he sees you as a friend!”

“Really?”

“Yep! He always acts like that. He’s just not an energetic person. I know he may seem bored, but he’s not!

“Oh, alright.”

~ The rest of the girls, having known you for longer, quickly informed her that wasn’t the case. So she now understands how you are. Though, it still confuses her sometimes. So she still occasionally asks if you’re having fun, just to be sure.

“Are you enjoying yourself (name)?”

“Yeah, I’m having fun. Why?”

“Just making sure. It’s hard for me to tell.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

~ Asumi is very protective of Latte, so she relates to you when she sees how protective you are of others. She may not be as aggressive, but she understands how you feel. She appreciates the care you feel, even more so when it’s aimed towards her.

“Oof! Oh my, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you!”

“Geez lady! Watch where you’re going!”

“Hey! She said she’s sorry! Why do you have to be a jerk about it?”

“She could’ve avoided me better! I mean, is she blind?”

“Are you blind? Can’t you see she’s carrying a bag and a dog? It’s hard to get around with your hands full. So show some compassion, why don’t you?”

~ She’s never one to stop you when you get super defensive for others. She’d only ever hold you back if you began to get physical. Although, she doesn’t really need to, because Chiyu always has it covered. As long as you’re not hurting anyone, she always defends your behavior.

“(name), please calm down.”

“It’s okay Chiyu. He’s just trying to protecting me.”

“I know, but he’s kind of making a scene.”

“It’s alright. I don’t mind.”

~ She was definitely the most shocked when she saw how you fight in battles. She doesn’t really have much experience with people, and how different they can be in certain situations. So she assumed you would be as enthusiastic with it as you are with everything else. Though, the shock soon turned into pride. She’s happy with how dedicated you are with healing the earth, and sees you as an irreplaceable member of the team.

“You purified that Megabyogen very quickly (name). Latte and I are very grateful.”

“Oh, it was nothing. Just doing my job.”

“Yes, but you do it very well.”

“Aw, thanks!”

~~~🎐~~~🎐~~~🎐~~~

~~baileypie-writes

[frownyalfred]

I love your borderline story!! It is so well crafted and I love Bruce’s point of view for this. Even though they are literally sharing a brain he still comes across as a limited pov, and like there definitely seems to be things going around he isn’t instantly aware of. I think it gives a very realistic feel to a story about magic and such. Also, it reminds me of sense8 which I love (tho different type of connection of course)!

It was also nice to read bruce being bisexual about clark and the kids making fun lol. It’s like, ok doesn’t matter clark is a man they have known this for years (on the older kids part) haha. Also the latest chapter was very distressing! Like in a good way! You build plots and tension so well and I can’t wait to see where this goes!

Also I like the imagery you use to describe the characters. You have a way of writing that let’s me picture things easily and get immersed into the characters. I like how the characters are influencing each other too. I hope that j’onn isn’t right that they will just be one person, but it’s cool to read them borrowing from each other. Tho that part does suck when it’s like unwanted feelings like dick’s attraction to Barbara affecting bruce. It’s cool to see both the positive and negative aspects of such a connection.

I like that you write the characters as human who don’t always do what’s best for themselves and/or others. These days a lot of people want characters that only do the right thing always and feel the right things and never say the wrong thing and talk like they are teaching therapy lessons. But I like here where you can see they care about each other, but there is a lot of complicated history and relationships. You have such a good grasp on writing people and aren’t afraid to give them flaws! It’s so great.

Also I’ve not caught everything in comics and stuff, but so often times stories are where Jason outright hates bruce or it’s Bruce vs all his kids and it’s nice to read that even tho there are definitely complex relationships going on and obviously people aren’t perfect, but there is still this loyalty and love there still. After everything, there is still love. Or idk I could be reading with rose coloured glasses, but I just mean it’s nice to see something more balanced.

Anyways idk how coherent this, but overall I’m really loving this story and also shana tova!

Thank you so much, anon! I'm so grateful for this comment. Thank you for reading <3 there should definitely be more soon.

Shanah Tovah!

[fleursbending]

hiii i just got back from my pinkpantheress concert only to see i've reached over 100 followers !

thank you so much guys 😭💌, i'm really grateful my writing has received sm love. the avatar community is such a nice place :3 .

for 100 followers i am doing a special writing event ! how it will work is i have a list of dialogue prompts and all you have to do is the following:

(REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED)

✿ send the number of which specific prompt you would like through my requests with the following info..

✿ the character you want, oc or reader, gn or fem, platonic or romantic.

✿ specific genre: e.g: hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff. (you can choose a maximum of 3 genres! the choices are endless!)

✿ these are the characters you can choose from: neteyam sully, lo'ak, jake, neytiri, kiri, ao'nung, tsireya. the following characters are strictly platonic: tuktirey, ronal, tonowari.

✿ you can pick multiple characters to be included in a request. e.g : sully family x sully!reader.

✿ i will pick the length, aka if it is just a drabble or a full-fledged fic ! just pls be descriptive as you can with your request :3 or if u want i can just make it a surprise for u LOL.

✿ requests can be denied if they go against my boundaries and guidelines. so read those first.

✿ first come, first serve! this will only go on for a limited amount of time, depending on how well this is received.

here is your list of dialogue prompts to choose from:

“You’ll pay. You’ll pay for what you’ve done.”

"Not a day goes by where I don’t think of you."

"I’ve been falling in love with you since the day we met."

"You really think I won't choose you in a heartbeat?"

"Would you acknowledge my feelings for you if I kissed you right now? You can't seem to take a damn hint, [name]."

"If I'm causing you so much trouble, why won't you kill me?"

"Be brave for me, love."

"Can I cross your boundaries just for the night?"

“You’re a dumbass and I can’t believe I’m related to you.”

“So what? you’re still my [name], idiot. I don’t care about what they say!”

“You are a menace and you almost died back there if it wasn’t for me.”

“This—” [points at their chest] “—this belongs to you. always.”

"How long have you been hiding this?"

"You moron... Why are you so careless!?"

"I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this!"

"Never do that again. Please."

"...Who did this to you?" || "Let it go (Name), it doesn't matter-" || "Yes, it does. Who did this to you?"

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“Let me do this, please.”

"You were put on this earth to give me a headache!"

"What? I have never-"

"In my defense, I really wanted to."

"I don't hate you."

“Did I stutter?”

“This sounds like you’re flirting with me.”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

"This isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you.”

“Just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. Not in that way, at least. Unless you want it to mean something. I don’t mind. That’s cool.”

"You're an idiot."

“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“I don’t know what to do.” || “Then let me teach you.”

“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me God.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“We were friends! why did that have to change?”

“I’ve never heard you laugh before.”

"It feels like torture, but I don't want it to stop."

"I may have gone and done something slightly insane."

"If you lay a goddamn hand on them, I promise you'll regret it."

"I'll give you whatever you want, just- just stop!"

“Everything I’ve ever known has led up to you.”

"Just take my hand and relax, nothing bad is gonna happen."

"You taught me that love doesn't make us weak, it makes us stronger."

"Seeing you here felt a lot more like coming home than when I actually got here."

credits to the following for these prompts: @casualwriter @clovenly @urfriendlywriter @dumplingsjinson @promptplanetblr @mangocherri @writinginstardust @a-crumb-of-whump @honey-writes @mswritingthings 🎀🎀 ty talented ppl !!!

✿ if you have any questions, feel free to comment and ask! ok, gn! it's 1am for me💀.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

[killldeer]

damane liveblog

show fans for real do not read this one i talk about the [redacted] ajah SO MUCH

- haha oh boy we are starting at a dead run with the seanchan

- we are in falme!!!! turak moment!!!!

- I really like the way they’re showing us seanchan hierarchy and a little of how sei’taer/sei’mosiev work with the interplay of suroth and turak using/not using their Voices

- OH CUTTING THE NAILS!!!

- haha. we’re in danger

- the way turak and ingtar have been given eye makeup reminiscent of kohl is… interesting, to say the least. I am once again extremely conflicted about the real-world cultures that the seanchan designs draw from

- oh yeah I forgot it’s lanfear time

- “…bitch” THE LANFEAR V MOIRAINE DYNAMIC STRENGTHENS

- if bayle domon dies before he can fall in love with egeanin i riot

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- perrin wolf conflict setup: complete

- holy shit was that a portal stone

- HOPPER GOING BACK AFTER PERRIN. AAAHHHH

- kinda enjoying the way that I can’t tell exactly how much of perrin’s wolf power is his own and how much is Sendings from the other wolves. I don’t know if show-only fans are having a more frustrating time with this but I am personally just kinda vibing with it bc I bet perrin can’t tell either

- HELLO AVIENDHA FAR DAREIS MAI OF THE NINE VALLEYS SEPT OF THE TAARDAD AIEL

- wait is that dain bornhald????

- oh I love the way his cloak is way too clean and finely-cut for where he is. you can tell before you see any white if you’re paying attention that this dude is bad news

- “once you swear their oaths, they leave you alone, more or less” oh god dammit. okay. this facet of the seanchan is interesting in the books pretty much specifically because of the way mat messes with it and goes “they’re just words that don’t mean anything to me” in front of tuon; other than that this point really only ever gets used to make book characters and by extension the audience reluctantly cool with what the seanchan are doing. I would appreciate it if the show would be extremely careful about presenting life under seanchan occupation/colonization

- the design of valda’s cloak with the red snake winding through the sunburst is so cool – I wonder if this iconography is being used to represent Questioners as opposed to the crook used in the books? it would be a very cool change and a nod to the whitecloaks’ status as a religious organization

- new horrifying thing you can do with the Power unlocked!!!

- VERIN MATHWIN HAS ENTERED THE TOWER. EVERYBODY SHUT UP

- LOVING this characterization of the browns as like. not goofballs exactly, but less “dreamy” like in the books and more “overeager”

- I love being a books fan because it means that instead of liandrin being a darkfriend being a dread-inducing reveal it’s just an opportunity to enjoy nynaeve making the surprised pikachu face for 3 minutes straight

- also very interesting to note that nowhere in this scene is the black ajah mentioned. nynaeve said “you weren’t recruiting me for the red ajah…” and I thought she was going to follow it with “you were recruiting me for the black” but it makes sense at this point that neither we nor she knows that it runs that deep!

- SUROTH’S CRAZY HIGH BLOOD CREST YEAHHHH BABY

- suroth (and kind of turak as well) having a much more General American accent is super interesting

- perrin “setting loose this random aiel I just met seems like a normal idea” aybara

- “my name is aviendha, nine valleys sept of the taardad aiel. Far Dareis Mai. my water is yours.” “I’m… I’m perrin aybara.” I LOVE YOU BOTH!!!!!

- “perrin aybara… do you like to dance?” she is veiled and ready to kill!!!

- I feel like this is a good time to mention the fact that my aviendha character tag is and has always been “far dareis wife”

- also the theme music being used here for either aviendha or the aiel in general rocks so hard. everybody say thank you lorne balfe

- ooo perrin convincing her to spare dain. iiiiinteresting

- tel’aran’rhiod namedrop!!!!!

- BARTHANES LMFAO

- poor moiraine’s face journey when she says “this is………… rand.”

- I forget how horrible and complex the Damodred Family Drama is sometimes. this is kinda funny

- “heartening to see the dust on that switch, sister. suffice it to say my backside still recalls seveille sedai’s heavy-handed punishments centuries after the fact.” I could feel sara nakamura staring into my soul through that line. that dialogue felt like it was designed specifically to tell book readers “it’s okay. you’re safe now. there is no more spanking in the white tower.”

- gawyn mention >:(

- “I think that [egg, nynaeve, and elayne all being recorded as off tower grounds is] worth remembering.” “…it is. I don’t know how it slipped my mind, frankly.” sheriam bayanar literally caught in 4k this scene is INSANE

- verin needs this book supposedly “just for a short passage on the amyrlin tetsuan”. somebody correct me if I’m mistaken here but I believe tetsuan was the only amyrlin besides bonwhin raised from the red right??? like 2000 years ago???

- update I went and searched because this got me thinking and I was correct! I forgot that tetsuan was ALSO stripped of the stole for betraying manetheren, meaning that not a single red sister in history has been raised to the seat and just like. done a normal job

- so real quick do you think the show fans are clocking sheriam’s behavior here as the reveal that i think it is. this is awesome. bonus points if you also consider the way that verin takes it in stride, neatly slotting all of the info she’s picking up here into her personal game of 5D chess. this scene is so so awesome

- oh my god verin has her squad in on this

- I briefly considered Compulsion too during the previous scene!! not sure if I believe that, and I much prefer to interpret that last scene as two black sisters from different hearts simultaneously trying to maneuver around each other, but interesting nonetheless

- BLACK AJAH MENTIONED!!!

- liandrin putting on a black cloak over her red outfit is so perfect and on brand

- OH FUCK I JUST REMEMBERED THE NAME OF THIS EPISODE

- the way the damanes’ weaves look physically different and more precise is NUTS. specifically I’m looking at the tight corkscrews of Fire here but it extends to their other weaves as well

- egwene :(

- “I’m searching for the car’a’carn.” they’re setting up so much stuff this episode and doing it so smartly!! I love it here

- “I have toh. my water is yours.” “I don’t know about that.” oh perrin oh my GOD

- AVIENDHA LAUGHING. HEART EYES

- ah yes. elayne and nynaeve spending all their energy trying to not kill each other despite being in mortal danger from all sides. perfect.

- stop!! stop making me care about the Damodred Family Drama!!! it’s working way too well!!!

- ishamael talking only in the old tongue and lanfear responding in modern tongue is delicious

- THE WAY ISHAMAEL’S DREAM ZONE JUST HAS A BUNCH OF SEALS STACKED IN THE CORNER. PEAK FORSAKEN

- moghedien and graendal confirmed, mesaana and semirhage potentially axed if the rest of the forsaken are just “the boys”?? hmmmm

- “my lord, my eyes are too low to see such [omens]. only our Empress, and her Court of the Nine Moons, can see and know the omens for what they are.” full disclosure I had to pause the episode here and just take a second bc this sequence made me start laughing out of sheer anxiety. holy shit this episode is going to kill me

- EGWENE D,:

- OH SO THE A’DAM ALSO HAVE A PHYSICAL LEASH TOO. HAHA COOL AWESOME THIS IS FINE THAT DIDN’T MAKE ME ALMOST CRY TO WATCH

- babe I don’t know if putting rand near lanfear on purpose is the move in ANY capacity, much less in FUCKING TEL’ARAN’RHIOD

- LANFEAR IN AGE OF LEGENDS ALL BLACK WEARING FULL-LEG LACE UP LEATHER BOOTS. THIS IS THE WHEEL OF TIME ROBERT JORDAN WAS TOO AFRAID TO WRITE

[help-the-horse]

Bloody History

AO3 Link

Summary: Regina goes in with Ashley and Tali to finish the fight for the Citadel against Saren. Kaidan's absence makes a hard task worse.

Pairing: Dead!Kaidan Alenko/Regina Shepard/Ashley Williams Warnings: Major Character death, Graphic Imagery Words: 5,610

            Rage gnawed at her, ruthless and feral. She could hardly keep behind cover, hardly stop her finger from pulling the trigger simply out of reflex. She could almost see the shot, the way his head would jerk back, the way the dark blue would spray out behind him. Every careful step she had taken, every synthetic bastard she had killed up until this moment, had taken her here. She dashed forward again, taking place behind a decorative rock, barely large enough to be considered cover. Tali and Ashley scrambled behind her, not expecting Shepard to take such a narrow opportunity to move. They had learned quickly that they had to stay far back around every corner, clear every hallway completely before pushing ahead. The Geth seemed never ending at times, putting up barriers, firing rockets, sending more ground chargers, bringing in more reinforcements.

            They had managed to make it to the Tower elevator, finally. They checked their remaining supplies, Tali finding an extra medi-gel packet they had not accounted for, then pushed up to clear the first, and then second set of stairs. Ashley could see the recklessness setting in, the pinpoint focus setting in to Reggie. She had grabbed Tali a few times already, urging her not to follow so closely behind. The amount of time and space it took for one person to move cover was much less than two, and lesser still coupled with Shepard’s observance and daring. Now they could see Saren just over their cover, just across the large open space where Council meetings were held. After two more shots downed the last Geth Shepard could see, she raced up the last flight of stairs at a full sprint, not bothering to signal to her team. This time Ashley had to push Tali onward. Shepard was the first to get there, Saren hardly turning to look at her as he drifted away from the terminal at his fingers. His descent seemingly into the floor seemed to baffle Shepard.

            The explosive mine was enough to make Shepard drop to the floor and slide away, Ashley pushing on Tali just a moment later to make it so they weren’t directly over the explosion. Tali rolled from the impact, her kinetic barrier unable to fully take the force of the impact. Shepard was behind a railing, no wider than a few feet. She was really losing it.

            “I was afraid you weren’t going to make it in time, Shepard.” Saren’s cool drone seemed to slip out his mouth like tendrils of smoke.

            “Had to kill about a hundred of your machines!” Shepard yelled over the alarms and roaring fires, over her hatred and fury. “Sorry to keep you waiting!”

            “You’ve lost. You know that don’t you?” Saren seemed to croon, as if singing, or chiding a child who had made a truly stupid mistake. “In a few minutes, Sovereign will have control of all the Citadel’s systems. He will open the Relay. The Reapers will return.” Now he was starting to get frustrated with the child he was scolding.

            “I am getting to that control panel. And you can’t stop me.” Shepard knew she was going to win this fight again.

            “You survived our encounter on Virmire.” Saren seemed to echo Shepard’s thoughts. “But I’ve changed since then.” Shepard had heard that line before. “I’ve… improved.” Saren couldn’t seem to find a way to describe it . “Sovereign has upgraded me.”

            “Fancy tech won’t save you!” Shepard almost spat when speaking. Ashley could hardly believe she was still in her excuse for cover, and not charging and tackling him down with all the biotics she could muster.

            “You don’t understand Shepard.” He was still trying to appeal to her somehow. “There is a place for organics in the new order.” Shepard thought he sounded like that damn jellyfish in the Presidium. “The Reapers need men and women of action. People like us.” Shepard stayed silent for a moment too long, allowing Saren to continue. “Sovereign recognizes you. You’ve impressed it. Surrender to the Reapers and you’ll be spared.” His voice seemed to become denser, filling more of the air. “Join us, and we can find a place for you.”

            “I’d rather die!” Shepard’s response cut through the air. Tali could see Ashley’s eyes through her helmet visor. The panic she saw there unsettled her. She knew the stress Shepard had been under, she was usually the one that pinged Garrus late at night when she could hear the furniture being thrown in the captain’s quarters. But was the Commander really suicidal?

            “Then you will die.” The venom excreting from Saren was nearly unbearable, intimidating and final. “And your companions.”  Reggie’s eyes dashed away from Saren to Tali, then Ashley. Ashley’s face had gone stone still, and Tali gave a small nod. It said what she knew her face couldn’t.

            The first shot rang out loud and clear, straight from Shepard’s assault rifle. Saren swerved on his hoverboard, his shield repelling the shot and wavering just in front of his eyes. The world erupted around them with more Geth being airdropped down. Shepard ran for different cover as Saren made the entire chamber an arena. Ashley had never felt this surrounded except on Eden Prime. Saren continued to speak over the rockets and gunshots, fully ignored by the three of them. Tali had run in close to Shepard, and Ashley dashed to do the same. The uncontrolled regret on Shepard’s face, quickly replaced with anger, told her she had made the wrong move.

            “Spread out, keep moving!” Was the order she barked out. She got to one knee to stabilize her shooting as a bullet whizzed past Ashley’s helmet, hitting thick metal behind her. She rolled blindly to the side, creating more space for Shepard. The large, dark mass collapsed over Shepard, being pushed aside with a biotic wave of the arm. She sprung up to her feet and ran back the field, returning to the stairs they had come up just minutes before.

            Shepard came face to face with two additional charger units. Her reflexes started her shooting, and she knew she was in a bad spot. Narrow, enemies front and back, elevation changes. The odds were against her.

            The unit she had been focusing fire on shorted out and collapsed with a convulsion only a foot away from the end of her gun. She thanked Tali silently as she focused fire on the other unit now, a few additional feet still between them. That was enough for Shepard to handle. A quick glance told her that this side was cleared, for now. She focused back to the large, high ceilinged space Saren seemed to be able to hover in.

            “Under the arch ways!” Ashley heard her call out. Her and Tali had managed to group together behind a piece of rubble where they could at least see Shepard from. Ashley tapped Tali’s shoulder and waited half a second before dashing for the nearest arch way. She followed in perfect synch, taking cover behind the wall of the arch over. Shepard had gone to the wall space a few additional arches further down. The charging and rocket units seemed to be regrouping, leaving only cannon fodder ground units.

            “Williams!” Shepard’s voice made her reevaluate her position. A rough knock to the back of her head brought her to her knees, her vision dancing. The heap of metal almost knocked the air out of her when it fell over her back. Tali’s two pronged feet appeared in her vision as she held the back of her neck and breathed. She stayed balled up behind the same cover with Tali now as the charging unit crumpled to the side.

            “Is she out?” Shepard yelled over her own gunshot and the explosives that aimed for her.

            “I don’t-” Tali started to urge Ashley to uncurl, grabbing her around the shoulders roughly.

            “No!” Ashley’s voice cracked unmistakably even over the noise. “I’m not out!” She tried to confirm the sentiment, her voice becoming stronger.

            “Focus fire, primary target!” Shepard returned her attention to Saren as Ashley stood up, her shots as rapid as she could pull the trigger. The order was enforced fully, all of them laying in heavy as Saren worked to evade with quick direction changes, breaking line of sight. And then he was gone, and more heavy duty Geth had taken their attention. The heat coming off her gun was nearly enough to make Shepard’s gloves start melting. She was eating through her thermal components, pushing them just under the overheat for too long. They were running out of time before their guns started jamming, before the fleets couldn’t push anymore, before Sovereign was here and Saren would win the fight.             A rocket from her cover side brought her back to the present. Saren had flanked them solo, and now he had full access to all three of them.

            “Move!” She got the word out. All of them scattered, Ashley and Tali taking different paths in the same direction, Shepard sprinting out straight across the open field. The cover there was vulnerable from four sides and Ashley’s first close call was enough to make them all remember it. Shepard could feel the bullets eating at the physical pieces of her armor, leaving bruises. She wasn’t sure if any actually hit her, but they didn’t stop her running and that’s all she needed right now. She deployed two doses of medi-gel across the Unity link. It still didn’t make her feel completely right.

            She sat, willing her tech shield to recharge faster. As soon as she saw the blue sheen flash over her arm, she positioned to fire. She caught the two Geth she could see with a few headshots as they peeked over their covers. Then the inferno approaching made her move back to cover, but just too late. The heat sucked away the oxygen in the air around her and left her gasping, her shields already completely depleted from the single impact. She could hear her crew fire and the metallic thuds on the floor echo. The lack of chaos made Shepard start to panic. Had Saren escaped again? Had Sovereign gotten control of the Citadel, had the Alliance come in and been wiped out too?

            She stepped out with a quick jog, surveying the destroyed arena. There were no more Geth, and there was no Saren. Ashley and Tali stayed a few paces back, equally unsettled. Shepard caught a sound of his hover platform, snapping her attention to under the arch ways. She stepped quickly behind the width of the walls. He fired a flurry of semi-automatic projectiles down at her head.

            She shot up when she came back out, and she was right on target. He must have been out of rockets, maybe even out of reinforcements. He truly expected to be able to win with what he had. His shields were strong, seeming to regenerate almost as fast as Shepard hit them. He couldn’t shoot three targets at once, so when Tali used a grenade and Ashley fired, it was enough to eat through and make him finally start to panic. He fired wildly, looking between all three cover spots too quickly for his aim to follow. Ashley and Tali had taken cover, but Shepoard pushed harder.

            She ignored her burning hands, her twisted insides, her dwindling shield, the cry from Ashley. She stepped completely out of cover, progressing with all the intent of someone ready to win, and die for it. She continued to fire endlessly, her aim true despite the tears forming in her eyes, despite the screaming that clawed its way from her throat.

            And then Saren slumped where he stood above them all, his platform controls thrown off by the shift in weight and dropping, flying sideways through one of the arches. His body rolled off over the large pane of glass in the center of the highest tier of the room, crashing through it with a shatter and a wet slicing sound. An explosion made them all lift their guns and find the source, but it was just the stupid hoverboard crashing against a far wall.

            The three crossed the space to stand at the edges of the cracking and shattered glass, looking down into the nature scape. The grotesque sight made Tali glance away, Ashley and Shepard looking down at the sparkling pool of deep blood that flowed and bloomed from underneath Saren, nearly cut in half by a shard of glass nearly as tall and wide as him. Even Ashley looked away when he started sputtering, gurgling some nonsense as his hands lifted weakly, looking down at his severed trunk. Reggie saw a certain perverse beauty in the sight. His blood almost looked like space, dark and dangerous and sparkling with all the stars and planets.

            The glowing dimmed from his eyes, and he stilled.             Shepard jogged to the control panel, her pace almost casual compared to how they had been moving for the last few hours. Her omnitool lit to life as she fussed with the controls, uploading the Prothean data packet from Ilos.

“Vigil’s program worked, I have full control of the Citadel systems.” She turned back to her crew, lowering her ‘tool but not powering it down.

            “Quick!” Ashley yelled, too loudly. “Open the station's arms! Maybe the fleet can come in and take Sovereign down before he gets control!” Shepard looked her up and down. Maybe that hit on the back of the head had damaged her hearing, or the rockets, or she was in shock, maybe excessive bleeding.             “See if you can open a communications channel.” Tali’s hand rested on Ashley’s shoulder, seeming to surprise her. Shepard thought she shared a look with Tali before going back to her omnitool, but it was always hard to tell with the mask.

            “...the Destiny Ascension. Main drives offline, kinetic barriers down forty percent, the Council is on board. I repeat, the Council is on board.” The panicked message made all three of them pause.

            “Normandy to the Citadel. Normandy to the Citadel.” Joker’s voice almost made Shepard smile, and the look of relief that crossed Ashley’s face was undeniable as she brought her forehead to her gun in her hands, almost in prayer. “Please tell me that’s you Commander.”

            “You were expecting someone else?” Reggie’s snide reply did a bad job of hiding her small smile.

            “We caught that distress call Commander. I’m sitting here in the Andura sector with the entire Arcturus fleet.” The awe and cockiness in Joker’s voice wasn’t even layered. “We can save the Ascension. Just unlock the relays around the Citadel and we’ll send the calvary in!” Now he sounded remarkably young with his eagerness.

            Ashley spoke up, her voice more even now. “You can’t sacrifice human lives for the Council!” She seemed to be pleading. “What have they ever done for us?” Anger bubbled under the surface of her words.

            “This is bigger than humanity!” Tali sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of her words. “Sovereign’s a threat to every organic species in the galaxy!” Shepard was glad at least the young Quarian was sure of that fact.

            “Exactly!” Ashley shot back. “We can’t throw away reinforcements trying to save the Council.” Tali had struck a nerve. “We have to hold them back until Sovereign is exposed!”

            “What’s the order Commander?” Joker’s uneasy voice came through comms. Shepard had already made up her mind.

            “We aren’t going in for the Council. Hold the ships back until we have a clear shot of Sovereign.” Shepard shook her head slightly as she spoke, frowning deeply. Ashley could see this was a choice she didn’t want to make, and she could recognize the pain that had been there before.

            “Let the Council die to save the Galaxy.” Tali  sounded somber, spelling it out. Reggie’s glare softened. “I hope you made the right choice.”

            And then it was just the roaring of the fire and the blaring alarms. And then it was only the fire. Shepard paused for a long minute. She kept her eyes fixated out the window, waiting to see the cracks in the Citadel as the arms opened. She could almost hear the chaos of the comms, the cries for backup and reinforcements, the defeat when there was no answer on the other side. She looked down at her feet, down at Saren’s body. The weight of her last impossible choice nearly brought her to her knees. The words circled in her head.

            I hope you made the right choice.

            She wasn’t sure. But she knew the Council that had made her a Spectre, led her to Virmire, and made her choose, were  going to be dead. Her tight throat threatened her to cry.

            “Regina-” Ashley put a hand on her shoulder.

            “Go make sure he’s dead.” A full on rejection, a stone cold shoulder. Ashley lingered a moment. Reggie put her hand over the other’s, holding lightly. Ashley nodded silently.

            Her and Tali landed onto the grass, having to stumble down a loose slope made by rubble. As soon as her feet touched on the solid flooring Ashley doggedly walked to Sarens’ body. She pulled out her pistol, shooting him in the head repeatedly. Tali could see the stiff anger in the action, the excessiveness of more than one shot. This was more than an order to her, this was personal. And Shepard probably knew it.

            “He’s dead.” Tali decided to share the comm, Ashley turning away quickly, disgusted by the sight in front of her.

            The unadulterated pride and bitter joy Reggie felt was something she had not expected from seeing Ashley shoot Saren in the head. Her vantage point was far and partially blocked, but she would remember those five gunshots for the rest of her life, the way Ashley stood over him with so much power and assuredness.

            She hoped she could forget the way it felt when the air started cracking, when the whole Citadel seemed to shake, the bright red glow that emanated from the space below her, the terror she felt when she couldn’t see Ashley and Tali anymore through the explosion of energy that erupted from Sarens’ twisting corpse. The long outstretching walkway Shepard stood on started to collapse, making her stumble and roll onto the floor a good twenty feet below. She was dazed, seeing flashes of red as she blinked her eyes and reached for her gun. Had she hit her head that hard? She hadn’t thought so, and she never saw flashes like this from a concussion.

            She realized with terror that the horrid sounds she was hearing were real, being ripped from Saren. The flashes were him too, surrounded in red streaks of lightning. His transformation was brutal, disgusting in every way. The way he cracked and groaned, the way his limbs stretched, the way he stumbled forward in what seemed like pain. Shepard wondered if this creature before her could even feel pain. It was beyond alien, beyond her most grotesque dreams filled with monsters and death. It was something she had never seen before, and didn’t know how to handle.

            “I am Sovereign.” The voice boomed out of the monster as it jumped away faster than Shepard could track. “And this station is mine.” He was perched on the wall. The three of them scattered for any cover, all of them arriving at the same spot. Shepard could feel the pure fury oozing out of every word, knowing the Reaper was using him as a mouthpiece. The battle was fast paced and hectic, the cover was limited and the Geth had returned as support. Shepard moved to give the other two more space in their shared cover. When Tali tried to follow, she got hit by some kind of energy projectile from Saren, causing her to scurry back, clutching her side. Shepard didn’t even need to ask if she was out until she could get some medi-gel on her, and she knew better than to use a dose on herself. Ashley kept her covered, until she fell back with a yelp of pain. She was grounded now too, probably by a rocket or a laser.

            They both continued to fire at what they could, but they couldn’t get very good sight lines staying crouched, and they couldn’t get up. Shepard shot down the last Geth on the field before deploying the last two gels they had between the three of them. The teams’ shots were sporadic now, they were really getting tired and it was showing. Shepard focused the creature that jumped along the floor and the walls, hoping the other two could get the Geth that continued to drop down.

            She had almost gotten it, she could feel it. She could see the way its body twitched, the hesitation in its movements, she knew it was almost dead. She felt a shot ricochet off her shoulder guard.

            “Can somebody get that Geth!” Her frustration boiled over into an order. She needed to focus, her hands were starting to go stiff and her legs were starting to shake when she kneeled. She used a biotic push to force one of the small white Geth off of her as it attempted to flank, but she knew the shot had come from an additional unit. Ashley was being too bold, kneeling out in the open, a little too far out of cover in order to get a better field of view. Tali stayed behind some rubble, still clutching her side and breathing heavily.

            Shepard shot again, her aim feeling sluggish but most of her shots hitting. This focus was reflex, instinct, her body taking over when her mind couldn’t. And then the body rolled as it jumped to the floor, laying limply as if it had been powered down instantly. A few shots from both her and Ashley before they realized the corpse was disintegrating. Shepard took the moment to slide over to Tali.

            “Can you walk?” Was the only thought that crossed her mind. They needed to move out from this pit before more reinforcements arrived.

            “With help.” Tali nodded and put an arm around Shepard’s shoulders. The two stood up, the Quarian remarkably light, but still feeling like an unsustainable amount of extra weight. Ashley walked over and offered her shoulder to Tali’s other side. The three scaled the rubble they had used to climb down slowly, pistols in Ashley’s and Reggie’s free hands.

            The explosion they felt rumble every arm of the Citadel made Shepard turn to the window. A one syllable Go! was the only command she could get out before the world started to crumble around them, tearing her apart from the other two.

            Ashley had come to surrounded by rubble, Tali shielded under her. She had shouted for Shepard over comms, then yelled as loud as she could. She had lost her voice before Tali had put her free hand on her arm, her suit wheezing as she shook her head. Ashley didn’t know how long they waited there, unable to move, injured, with only each other. She muted all other comm channels except for Shepard’s. She thought she had heard breathing, but then it could have been interference, and she didn’t get a response.

            The sound of shifting rubble made her tense and aim her pistol with her right hand. Her left shoulder had been dislocated, she thought. Her aim would be shit.

            “Captain Anderson we found them!” The flashlight from the omnitool almost made her shoot. The rescue crewmate was still alive because of her non-dominant hand. “They’re over here!” The man turned to Tali first, who was wavering in her half sitting up position. She was hit worse. Then Ashley looked up to see Captain Anderson, and the familiar face nearly made her sob.

            “Take it easy, it’s over. You’re safe now.” Anderson reached for the pistol still in Ashley’s hand. She didn’t let him take it. “Where’s the Commander, where’s Shepard?” Anderson’s face dropped as Ashley shook her head, wiping sweat off her forehead with the back of her wrist, still holding her pistol. This time she really did sob, ignoring that her wrist came away smeared with red. Anderson’s face was full of disbelief, and then solemn fear, as he looked at the rubble that surrounded them. Ashley felt her shoulders shake as she choked on the sounds coming out of her throat, barely able to get to her knees as Anderson helped her up. She leaned nearly all her weight on him, threatening to slump back to the floor if he didn’t steady her. Tali limped away with a medic, her shape blurry through tears. Ashley felt like the whole world really had crushed her, and Saren’s fragmented words consumed her.

            You will all die. All your friends, everyone you’ve ever loved.

            Anderson’s attention snapped quickly to the surroundings, away from the consolation he was attempting to give. Ashley and even Tali took notice, looking around rapidly. Ashley could hear her heart pounding in her chest, one last surge of hope rushing through her. The movement was barely noticeable through her blurry vision, and she cursed the ringing in her ears.

            And then she was standing there, limping and covered in soot, red dripping from behind her fingers clamped around her hip. The sound that escaped Ashley’s throat was almost a laugh. Her feet carried her away from Anderson, away from the rescue crew, all of them stunned into stillness. Shepard took a few limping steps closer, groaning and visually grimacing with each step.Ashley closed the distance and clung to Regina, both of them barely standing. The way Shepard trembled in Ashley’s arms made her hold tighter, trying to support the both of them, maybe carry Shepard the way she had been carried off Virmire. Anderson supported Ashley from behind, the three of them standing on a small, sloped piece of rubble.

            “You aren’t allowed to die on me again.” Ashley struggled to get the words out between sobs, dragging Shepard back with her as additional medics rushed over. Reggie’s only response was a nod at the floor as tears fell down her face silently. Then she looked up to meet Ashley’s stormy blue eyes, holding her gaze. The chaos fell away, the pain that was starting to settle into her bones, the toxic smelling flames surrounding them. And all Ashley could care about was the pained smile of relief spread across Shepard’s face.

            t took a knowing look from Shepard to get Ashley to let her go so that the medics could do their work. Tali was hooked to multiple monitors, two personnel at her side the entire ride out of the Citadel to the rendezvous point for the Normandy. They had gone through two ship transfers, their initial boarding from the Citadel tower and then another to get from the field ambulance to a deep space faring personnel vessel. One nurse tended to Shepard, the other to Ashley, as Anderson went back and forth between them. He didn’t make comment on their held hands, or their hushed words. Regina would just tell him to fuck off if he did, but she knew he wouldn’t.

            Shepard had nearly taken the head off the first medic who asked her to use her occupied hand to hold pressure. The small woman frowned, but didn’t ask again, or worse, demand Shepard comply. They were going to work on her time.

            But now Ashley needed to assist her medic with something, so Shepard complied and instructed Ashley to do the same. She followed through after a nervous glance between Reggie and the medic. Ashley was the most stable out of the three, everyone in the vessel knew it, but Shepard had refused care before she ensured Ashley had a personal nurse. The damage was severe, multiple fractures and lacerations, Shepard had taken a hit at one point to the side of her abdomen. Ashley had clearly suffered some hearing loss, probably from the concussion more than the volume, she always wore her standard issue ear protection. Tali had been hit with that energy projectile Saren used, breaking part of her respiration filters, along with a small puncture through the shoulder. She would need a Quarian specialist for surgery.

            The report Anderson managed to weasel out of Shepard and Ashley seemed to drone on, his questions getting repetitive. Ashley kept answering after Reggie went silent, despite her uneven volume modulation. Soon enough even Ashley got worn down to simple one or three word answers. That was enough to make Anderson let up. There was a long silence broken only by hushed reports between Tali’s medics and the hum of the ship.

            “So you chose to sacrifice the Council?” There it was. The real question Anderson wanted to get to, the one Shepard had twisted and danced around until she ran out of words.

            “I held back the Systems Alliance until our biggest threat was terminated.” It wasn’t a lie.

            “You know damn well that’s not what I’m asking Shepard!” Anderson’s patience, which he had a surprising amount of, had run out.

            “I saved the galaxy!” The fire blazed to life inside her, ready to defend her actions and fight for them if she had to. “The Reapers are coming, and this won’t stop them!” Ashley’s frown deepened as she listened on. Reggie couldn’t use an excuse of rank with Captain Anderson. “If you didn’t believe me, then you should have sent someone else to Virmire, or to Ilos, or Ferros, or Noveria, or somewhere unknown in the fucking Artemis Tau cluster!” Shepard pushed her medic off without breaking eye contact with Anderson when she tried to stop her from standing.

            “You’re right Commander, maybe it should have been someone else.” Anderson shook his head, his voice filled with bitter sympathy. “But it was you, and you got the job done.” Anderson didn’t feed into the challenge, not flinching from the unwavering hostility. “That is why I chose you. Don’t make me regret it.” He sat, suddenly looking very tired. That extinguished the tension. A sour feeling filled the pit of Shepard’s stomach, making her sit back heavily and lean over with her head between her knees. The guilt she felt at wishing some other poor fool was chosen instead of her to be the first human Specter made spit well in her mouth as she worked to keep from throwing up. The color must have left her face, her medic holding a sick bag out under her face until Shepard grabbed it and heaved. It took a long few minutes before she stopped gagging, even after all her bile was gone. The medics started her on fluids.

            She had to hope it was enough, what she had already sacrificed. Ashley pulled her in on the bench next to her, pressing their broken bodies together, as Shepard kept her face buried in the sick bag to hide her tears. She only noticed she was back on the Normandy, in her private quarters, when she felt her voice hurting. She had been screaming into a pillow she was tightly curled around, crying violently. Ashley’s soft fingers in her hair was what made Shepard realize she was still there, her body warm against her in the dark, on  her bed. Reggie worked to regain her breath.

            “How’d you think boarding went?” Shepard croaked into the dark after a long time of quiet, pulling the blankets over both of them as she sat up and reached for some tissues. She knew someone kept refilling the box when she wasn’t looking.

            “How do you think?” Ashley’s voice was thick, sore after being used so much, after inhaling all the smoke. She seemed sarcastic, almost annoyed. “That tongue lashing you gave Doc almost made her sedate you, did you catch that before the doors closed?”

            The memory made Reggie grimace.

            “She shouldn’t have argued about both of us staying in the med bay. She could sedate me in my own bed, dammit.” She threw another tissue away from her nose to somewhere on the floor.

            “You owe her an apology tomorrow.” Ashley narrowed her still puffy eyes. She had been crying for a while too. Reggie wondered why the apology mattered so much to her that she would bother to talk. Her voice sounded awful, maybe worse than Shepard’s. A nod was the response to her request. They both settled in, physical exhaustion overtaking all the pain, and anger, and adrenaline that had kept them going through the day. Reggie nearly felt glued to the bed, her body too heavy to lift or move. She felt Ashley shift slowly to get her face out from Shepard’s shoulders, silently drawing her focus. Even bunching her eyebrows together hurt.

            “I think you made the right choice.” Ashley whispered out, hoarse from losing her voice.

            This time.

            The words hung heavy in the air between them.

            “For what it’s worth.” Ashley finished, laying back down after a moment of no response. The thought that Kaidan would have been able to explain her worries felt almost as painful as the glass that had cut Saren in half, It ripped through her insides. Then she couldn’t get the image of the glass spearing through both her and Ashley, holding each other in the dark, out from behind her eyes. Imagining a pool of dark blood, sparkling with all the stars and different colored planets, glowing and illuminating around all three of them, was what let her finally sleep.

[spacehostilityy]

NNT Rewatch s2ep7-12 !!

(Still from my drafts! Just moved back to college yesterday and today and classes start tomorrow. Wish me luck! My schedule sucks this year so I'll need it lol)

man this is flying by!! but lucky me, the druids’ holy land arc is one of my favorites

King learning throughout this season that not only does he need the other Sins, but they need and love him is so sweet. I just love the character development they all go thru this season

draw him like one of your french girls ~~

I love that Matrona has purple eyes like Diane, the small details really make it

I actually NEED to know what Monspeet and Meliodas’s relationship was prior to his betrayal. “I can’t believe HE’S the one who sensed us” ?? Whats that about🤨 also zeldris and monspeet seem to have been in good terms, like were they all friends?

I don’t know how its possible, but Monspeet’s voice is even hotter in spanish

I love that despite galand not being able to lie, they still don’t believe his stories lol

KAJSDKWUDFL I forgot how shocked i was with the reveal that Merlin stole Mel’s power i just love the druid training arc sm

theyre so silly i love them

do we know why jenna and zaneri don’t have wings? are they just hidden with magic or something??

okie so apparently they’re just inhabiting human bodies and their real bodies had wings. found this on the wiki, do we know where the info comes from?

WAIT do jenna and zaneri know elizabeth?? Like KNOW her?

HAHAHA this part always destroys me

ngl the best thing seven deadly sins as an narrative does is portray the intense agony and trauma from mel and ellie’s curses

anyway... the fact that Meliodas and Zaratras were of equal rank when they met is kinda funny

the absolute horror on meliodas’s face when he hears liz is just PERFECT

liz is so slay she’s everything i want elizabeth liones to be

King: uhh hey jenna...🥺 what are you planning to have us do in there😓

Jenna: isnt it obvious??? 🤨 rigorous training 😤😤

the way they cut btwn scenes of meliodas abt to lose it and him and liz being happy is just so well done

I love that they were trying to get Meliodas to abandon his emotions to keep his rage in check and then when he actually has no emotions we find out that he’s straight up evil and much, MUCH worse than before lol

the tears pooling on their insanely pointy chins always gets me lol. but also mel just violently sobbing and then suddenly being fine. Mans has serious issues with repression that can def be drawn to his daddy issues

BAN/ZHIVAGO ARC😭😭😭 a few observations: Ban is very clearly influenced by Zhivago’s style, like the clothes are so similar, the fact that they sent Ban to Aberdeen prison and his favorite is Aberdeen ale makes me think he associates it with his dad, Zhivago was hot, Ban mirrors Zhivago’s words to him to Elaine, Zhivago tells Ban to never trust humans and the only humans he ends up trusting are Escanor and Jericho, zhivago has lived in misery about the deaths of his children for almost 40 years :(

idk why this is one of my fave arcs it’s literally just angst lol

gil and howzer as boyfriends. Discuss.

seeing gowther fight hand to hand is actually pretty cool, i had assumed he was weak like king but he can hold his own

how did king not clue in when galand literally opened with “Meliodas its been such a long time” like BABE CMON

BAN TELLING JERICHO SHE’S HIS WALLET 😭😭

meliodas just mocking king for his lack of wings is always funny. nothing like a dick joke to make you feel better after Zhivago’s death

I HAVE to do a meliodas self hatred/relationship to being a demon post, i have so many thots

I LOVE WHEN HE GOES TO SEE THE 10 COMMANDMENTS HES SO BADASS

monspeet shielding Derieri from the rocks with his cape🥺

melascula is so sassy i love her

estarossa is my deranged babygirl i love him. that fucking freak

I JUST KNOW TAIZOO AND THAT LITTLE TWINK ARE FUCKING

taizoo is a bottom.

meliodas somehow has 15 year old rizz. like the fucking blond boys.

(not so) fun fact: Elaine is my mom’s name so its a little weird

nakaba’s size kind seriously needs to be studied

ESCANORRRRRR

okie doke that’s it join us next time !!

[lotusthewriter]

Papercut

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: T

Relationships: Steven & Lars; MINOR - Steven & The Cool Kids, Steven & Sadie, Lars/Sadie

Characters: Steven Quartz Universe, Lars Barriga, The Cool Kids, Sadie Miller; MENTIONED - The Crystal Gems, Connie Maheswaran

Summary: Steven has been feeling anxious and he realizes it gets worse when he's alone. So, he tries not to be.

Word count: 3.965

AO3

A/N: Originally published online last week, I just didn't get to post here. This is mainly me venting my anxiety attacks as of late.

I also personally see Steven having BPD, just throwing this here if anyone finds it relevant.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - anxiety and/or panic attacks, hallucination, emotional neglect, abandonment issues, self-hatred, and brief mention of suicidal thoughts.

DO NOT SHIP LARS AND STEVEN.

P/roship DNI.

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“Anxiety”.

A word Connie has mentioned. It’s a medical term that she taught Steven after what happened to them as Stevonnie. Connie, with her mother’s knowledge, took Garnet’s advice to heart and she gets to manage her anxiety whenever it hits.

Two years later, Steven still hasn’t been able to feel better.

Flexibility, love, and trust.

Flexibility, love, and trust.

Flexibility,

Love,

And

TRUST.

Steven glows pink instead.

Thus, he goes to Garnet to ask for more tips, to know if she could try to help… but the gem tells Steven that he’s the only one who knows the answers. That he should seek them himself. Pearl and Amethyst, who wait for Garnet to head out to Little Homeschool for yet another fieldtrip, agreed indifferently.

Steven can’t even say anything before the three of them are gone in the light of the warp pad, so bright that he feels like it’s going to attack him.

Then, everything is empty.

He only stares at the void like he’s fourteen again.

Just that worsens the ache in his chest, his pink fists clutching his shirt.

Steven rushes back to his safe place, his room, before things get ugly and he goes ballistic, and he grabs his phone to do some research on anxiety. He finds quite a lot of resources.

Since then, he’s trying.

With the gems away to who knows where, and his father also out of town, Steven tries to get by on his own.

(As usual.)

…

But nothing works.

Steven does everything correctly. List five things you can sense. Distract yourself with things you like – watch a movie or a series or funny videos, read a book, listen to music or even podcasts. Breathe. Hug your pillow. Hang out with your friends–

Oh.

He… hasn’t done that in a while.

Steven can’t, though. Everyone is busy and it’s not like they should stop what they’re doing to be with him, right? Right.

Distract yourself.

Distract yourself.

Distract yourself…

Suddenly, a notification.

New texts… from Lars? How long has it been since they last talked? Maybe he needs help with something?

Anyway.

Lars: hey steven, it’s been a while right?

Lars: idk if your busy, but sadie and the cool kids are back in town and we thought of making a lil party

Lars: i know it’s kinda in the last hour so it’s ok if you can’t make it or if you don’t wanna go, but it’d be rlly cool if you came

Lars: but it’s your call of course

Steven looks at the above, wondering if this was predestined. It feels too perfect.

He hasn’t seen his friends in forever.

He types quickly:

Steven: omg I’d love to!!

Steven: I miss you guys sooo much

(Why does it feel like a lie, somehow?)

Lars: aw, we miss ya too buddy

Lars: i miss you coming to the BD to bug me every morning (followed by a pleading emoji)

Steven: Gee, Captain Lars, didn’t know you loved me that much (eyes emoji)

Lars: i was joking.

Steven: Were you really? :3

Lars: ok now your making me regret inviting you

Steven: Noooooo, come on!!

Lars: lmao

Lars: srsly now. 8 at my place, ok?

Steven: Perfect! I’ll see you there! ^^

Lars: (finger gun emojis)

Steven sighs, feeling so… light all of a sudden. Just this one interaction with Lars seems to have calmed him down a little.

The half-gem feels relieved. So relieved.

He can actually get out there and have fun with his friends, catch up with their lives, laugh together, share something tasty to eat…

(And he gets to distract himself from his rising dread.)

(To finally not be reminded how painfully alone he is.)

Well, it’s still 2 PM. From what Dad told him, Sadie and the Cool Kids are going to arrive at 6 PM… so Steven still needs to do something else to keep his mind busy. Maybe cook or bake something for the party. He doesn’t remember Lars mentioning a potluck, but Steven wants to do something nice for his friends nonetheless.

What is he going to cook or bake, then?

…

Or maybe…

--

“... don’t tell me I inspired you with my nostalgia.”

“You could say that,” Steven smirks at Lars’ statement, while holding two huge boxes of donuts with all the flavors he could remember his friends enjoying. As well as…

“You brought salad, too?” Sadie notices, almost wanting to laugh.

“Yeah, like Buck ordered once.”

“Heh, I appreciate your dedication, Steven.” Buck pats his back proudly.

“We miss our favorite roadie,” Sour Cream says, ruffling the younger boy’s curly hair.

Steven’s heart, instead of anguish, is filled with warmth.

“Awe, you guys are going to make me cry,” he jokes.

“Us too! This was so sweet of you, Steven,” Jenny compliments. “I’m glad you could make it!”

“I know every friend says this and it doesn’t always happen… but we should really hang out more,” Buck says, in his same stoic expression. “I love you guys.”

“Yeah, same,” Steven grins affectionately.

It’s a much more casual party this time, which is the best kind of party after such busy times. Lars’ backyard is lit by those small, spherical yellow lights, and everyone sits by the huge picnic table that replaces Lars’ trampoline. Besides the donuts, you can see Lars’ pastries, and apparently snacks that Sadie and the Cool Kids brought from their last tour.

They sing and play some songs together, they laugh at the stories from concerts, outer space, and Little Homeworld… Steven gets to hear more about their lives and how happy they are.

But most importantly, they’re very happy to share it with him.

Which is such an honor.

Steven is genuinely having a good time.

Perhaps the first time in so long…

He’s so happy to be a part of this.

…

The boy’s phone vibrates in his pocket.

He casually checks it, not bothered by it interrupting his immersion in the party. He’s not expecting much, when…

He sees that it’s the gems.

Steven and his family have countless groups for Little Homeschool, and then they have their own private group, just the four of them.

Pearl has sent him a rather quick and dry text informing him of their absence for the next…

Two months.

…

Two months.

Two.

Months.

And no, Steven can’t do anything to stop it.

Because he tries to text them. He sends a million desperate texts.

And his pleads are never answered. And they will never be, because the messages aren’t even sent .

He goes to all their private numbers, and nothing.

Steven calls them, to no avail. There’s not even the option for voicemail.

Bismuth, Lapis, and Peridot are on their own separate fieldtrips as well, so it’s useless to try to call them.

No one is reachable.

No one.

No one.

“... Steven. Steven?”

The half-gem only gets a little startled at Lars standing next to him, and bearing the most concerned expression Steven has seen him with. He also realizes everyone else has stopped talking.

“O-Oh, sorry,” he laughs nervously, quickly putting away his phone. “It was nothing.”

“Is everything okay?” Jenny asks.

“You looked like someone died,” Sour Cream observes, also worried.

“No, no, nobody died.” Well, except Lars , Steven would’ve darkly added. “It’s– It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Sadie questions.

“Yeah.” Steven’s dread returns to his chest, his hands beginning to shake. He hides them in his pockets, which doesn’t help since he feels his cell phone and it’s the thing that ruined everything. He’s doing everything not to turn pink. “I’m sure,” he mumbles.

Everyone looks at one another, unsure. Steven wants to scream.

“Hey,” Lars whispers, putting a hand on Steven’s back. “Do you want to go inside a bit?”

The latter hates that he likes the soothing touch, yet he’s also afraid the former is going to notice Steven is shaking, so he dodges it much to his own dismay.

“It’s okay, Lars,” Steven mumbles, wanting to cry.

He avoids everyone’s eyes, his hand almost crushing his phone into pieces inside his pocket. He’d love to throw this darned thing into the depths of the ocean.

“Sorry, I ruined the moment, didn’t I?” Steven laughs darkly.

“No, Steven, it’s okay,” Sadie reassures him. “You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, okay?”

“Yeah, man, no worries,” Sour Cream agrees.

Despite that, the party does grow a little quieter. It feels like the emptiness of his house.

Of course. He screwed everything up. Again.

Now they don’t want anything to do with him.

(Like the gems. Like everyone else.)

Steven at least gets to resume his laugh and his smiles, because he’s always been so good at them.

Time goes by…

And they start leaving.

Because obviously, nothing lasts forever.

Jenny is the first one who leaves, and she gives Steven the biggest hug. It doesn’t smell like pizza anymore, instead it’s a sweet scent. It’s different but nice. But too quick.

Sour Cream and Buck leave together. The former sidehugs Steven, while the latter gently tells him to take care of himself, and to always count on them whenever he needs. Steven smiles and nods, without any honesty.

Lastly, Sadie, Lars, and Steven… the original trio. It’s been so long, Sadie and Lars are a lot more comfortable around each other nowadays, holding hands under the table. Steven would’ve fanboyed at another time when he sees Sadie casually kissing Lars’ cheek, causing her boyfriend to go pinkier than what should be possible.

Sadie’s hug, though, is longer than everyone else’s goodbyes.

“It was nice seeing you, Steven,” she grins with some melancholy. “Don’t forget we love you, okay?”

Steven doesn’t believe her, but he plasters a smile on his face just to please her.

“Okay,” he replies simply.

Sadie is convinced, and walks away.

Finally, it’s just him.

The only one left.

Lars is quiet.

Steven knows what he’s going to say.

And before Lars does, the sixteen-year-old puts his distraction in action.

“Oh, do you need help cleaning?” He asks.

“Uh, there’s… not a lot to do.”

“Yeah, but like, I could help with the trash.”

“Steven, it’s fine.”

“No, really, I–”

“Why don’t you go home and rest?” Lars isn’t even being rude, he’s genuinely suggesting it because he can tell Steven isn’t fine.

But going home is not going to help.

It’s the last thing Steven needs.

“Don’t worry, Lars, I can do this!” Steven grins widely and already moves to the table to take the remains of food and plastic, as well as the donut boxes.

He can hear Lars sighing in the back.

(Steven hates himself. Obviously Lars doesn’t want him here.)

(But Steven can’t go back.)

(He can’t go back.)

Indeed, there’s not a lot of work to do. Lars washes whatever dishes he needed for the baking part, while Steven takes care of the trash. There are huge trash bins in the yard, so he easily finishes the job.

… it’s over.

He does more.

Steven seeks out any trash he can find to fill the larger bin, both in the kitchen and the restroom.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Lars asks from afar.

“I’m helping!”

“But you’re done taking out the stuff from the party, aren’t you? Why are you taking out the trash from my house?”

“Because I want to help!”

Before Steven can go back outside, Lars stops him with a frowning face.

“Steven, you’re not okay,” the latter states seriously. “You need to go home.”

“No, I don’t.”

“I think you do. I don’t know what happened that you saw earlier, but you need to rest.”

“I don’t need rest.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Lars sounds sarcastic. “Like you’re not obsessively looking for stuff to do?”

“I’m not doing that!” Steven defends.

“Yeah, and I bet you’re not going to clean all the restrooms next. Or the windows. Or my entire bedroom–”

“Oh, haha , you are SO hilarious,” Steven rolls his eyes and tries to go outside again, only for Lars to step forward to make him go back. “Lars, let me go,” Steven warns.

“Will you at least tell me what’s going on?”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Alright, then go home.”

“No.”

“Don’t make me throw you inside my head myself.”

Steven boils. “Just let me do this for you, Lars!”

“I’m telling you you don’t have to!” Lars raises his voice.

“But I want to!”

“And I want you to be okay!”

“But I AM OKAY!”

“You wouldn’t be YELLING at me if you were!”

Steven growls in frustration, “Just let me go outside!”

“NO!”

He has had it.

The half-gem pushes Lars aside harshly, to the point of knocking the latter over, and Steven is too distraught to apologize for it. He rushes outside in the peaceful night.

“STEVEN!” Lars yells from inside the kitchen.

He just needs to do this.

He needs to distract himself, distract, distract, distract–

Steven opens the bin–

Noise.

Light.

Too much.

A swarm of white butterflies comes out of the trash bin, flying so loudly and so close that Steven falls backwards.

No.

Not them.

Not them again.

No. No. NO. NO. NO.

He thought he had it under control. He thought he would be okay. He thought…

Steven hides.

That’s all he can do.

He’s alone, alone, alone, alone.

(And he deserves it.)

…

“... can you hear me? Steven! Steven !”

He’s panting furiously, violently.

“Make it go away!” Steven cries.

“Make what go away?”

“EVERYTHING!”

He half regrets yelling, but Steven knows the butterflies are there, and no one else does.

“Steven…”

“Too much,” Steven speaks in between gasps, “too much, it’s too much, I-I can’t take this anymore!”

At this point, he’s aware that he’s pink and he can’t repress it any longer. It’s consuming his every thought, every part of his body.

“I can’t… I can’t…” Steven heaves.

Whoever is there must have left, right?

Steven is helpless. Hopeless.

…

“Steven, can I touch you?”

Oh… they’re still there.

“Is that okay?” They ask.

Steven doesn’t want to look back. He doesn’t want to see it all.

But…

“... y-yeah,” he hiccups, “okay.”

“Okay. I’m just- gonna help you sit, alright? Are you hurt?”

Steven shakes his head, unsure if it was meant to answer the question.

Either way, he feels hands on him, at first trying to remind Steven that they’re real. The hands are gentle. Scarred, rough, but gentle and slow. Their long fingers are a history of cooking cuts. Steven doesn’t know how he can tell all these details, but he does.

“Easy…” the sixteen-year-old is gradually being moved to sit.

But he knows that he’ll be closer to the butterflies.

“WAIT!” Steven yells in panic.

“What?” The other person stops immediately, but still gets a hold on him.

“I-I don’t want… I don’t…” Steven can’t even say the right words, so they come out as, “I don’t wanna die…”

Well, they’re still kind of true.

“Hey, you’re not going to die.”

“I don’t want to…”

“You’re not. I’m here,” Lars – Lars Barriga, perhaps the best person to deal with someone in this situation – promises. “I’m here, Steven.”

You’ve got nothing to fear

I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.

…

Whimpering.

“I don’t wanna go home.”

He gets silence.

“I d-don’t wanna go h-home,” Steven cries like a little kid after a nightmare. “I-It’s so… empty… so…”

“Lonely?”

Steven nods painfully.

“You’re not going to be alone, okay? I won’t let that happen.”

Lars sounds so sure, and the way he’s rubbing Steven’s shoulders… it brings the latter shivers. The good kind of shivers.

And tears. So many of them. All the tears that he has swallowed and never released them.

Steven clings to his friend, who squeezes him in return, the hug as rough and tender as his mere touch.

“I’ve got you, buddy,” Lars reassures him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

It only makes Steven sob harder, purely out of relief. It’s so ironic, but so true.

He cries for a good couple of minutes or hours, smelling vanilla and butter in Lars’ clothes, not minding the dirty apron the baker is wearing at all. Steven wants to absorb that smell and make it his home, because it feels so safe that he doesn’t want it to go away. He doesn’t want the hands to let him go ever again.

And it feels like Lars wants to protect him from the world, from whatever horrible thing that made Steven like this. Even if he can’t see the butterflies, Lars still seems to shield Steven from them.

Just that has the half-gem finally face reality, finding the butterflies roaming there, endlessly coming out of the trash bin. As Steven expected.

However, with Lars holding him right now, Steven doesn’t feel so overwhelmed anymore.

So… this is what he needed.

He gets now.

Thus, the butterflies finally end and they fly to the sky above, replacing the stars. They will never disappear, as he already knew.

Steven relaxes significantly, like he’s going to pass out in the hug. He lets out a shaky breath while Lars hugs him tightly in response, knowing that it’s the perfect kind of tightness for Steven.

Lars also breathes in and out deeply, squeezing the boy some more.

“Come on,” he whispers, “let’s go inside.”

This time, Steven accepts it, glowing pink and everything.

--

“... I’m sorry,” he sniffs. “I’m sorry I snapped at you like that.”

Lars sighs, but in regret. “I’m sorry, too. For being a jerk to you.”

Neither of them give excuses.

Steven contemplates the night sky from the skyscrapers, aware he can see the butterflies from there. In the meantime, Lars holds him as Steven has no energy left to cling.

“I hate feeling like this,” the younger teen vents, “it just keeps getting worse with time.”

“So you’ve had this before?”

Steven nods. “I-I’ve tried everything to make it better. Garnet taught me and Connie how to deal with our problems, and it worked for Connie… but not for me. And I asked Garnet for help, but instead she just gave me a life lesson and Pearl and Amethyst didn’t even care, and they LEFT ME without ANYTHING!” Steven snaps, only for him to cover his mouth and freeze, scared he might have startled Lars.

Lars, however, doesn’t look scared of him at all.

Instead, sad. Maybe angry, but not at Steven.

“So yeah, I’m expected to do everything on my own, I’m used to it!” Steven continues, more furious. “I looked it up online, since Connie told me about ‘anxiety’, and I did everything they taught me to manage it, but nothing soothes my chest, nothing calms me down… I think I only felt good when you invited me, and I got to see you guys again. I haven’t felt this happy in so long, a-and then OBVIOUSLY, something always has to RUIN it for me.”

He tears up again, his eyes burning pink and red.

“I-I… I got a text from the gems that they’re going to be gone for two months , a-and I couldn’t reach them. Because they’d already left. EVERYONE left. T-They all left me .”

Lars doesn’t say anything, choosing to hug Steven closer, nuzzling his black curls, doing everything to make sure Steven feels loved and cared for.

“Why does everyone leave me?” The half-gem asks.

Except Steven knows why.

He’s selfish. Useless. Clingy.

He doesn’t say any of these things, yet Lars pulls away just slightly with a stern look.

“Steven,” the older teen begins seriously, “listen to me, you don’t deserve to be abandoned, okay? No kid in the world deserves to be abandoned or neglected; they deserve to be reminded every single day that they’re loved in all the ways possible. You didn’t fail anyone by existing. I know everyone out there”– Lars gestures at the above –“made you believe that, but they’re WRONG.”

There’s some kind of ferocity in Lars’ words, the same one Steven heard back when the boys were abducted to Homeworld – firstly when Lars refused to leave the ship without Steven, and then when he convinced Steven to return home instead of sticking with Lars and the Off Colors.

A sense of protection, perhaps.

Steven feels warm inside, which he feels ashamed of for some reason, and at the same time it hurts. Which makes no sense, because it’s the good kind of hurt. What kind of hurt is good?

Still, the glowing boy’s eyes are only filled with more water.

Noticing that, Lars gently wipes some of it for him.

“You don’t have to be useful, Steve,” he says tenderly. “You don’t have to be self-sufficient, you don’t have to be strong all the time. You deserve to have someone, and you deserve to have someone when you feel the whole weight of the galaxy crushing you.”

Steven sniffs, contemplative.

Lars’ words are believable. Steven has always trusted him, and has always thought the world of him. Steven loved Lars from the beginning, embracing every little part of him, the weight that he also carried.

Still… one question keeps haunting Steven every single day, every single night.

“... do you think they would treat my mom like this if I weren’t here?”

Lars immediately tenses, immobile like a doll. Not a corpse, but a doll.

Steven, admittedly, asked that to himself. He knows Lars won’t have the answers. He can’t speak for the gems. It feels cruel to Lars, who’s just trying his best to help a friend in need.

The silence this time is not comforting. Steven fears he ruined everything again.

“Steven?” Lars suddenly sounds… fragile.

When the younger boy looks up, he sees a teary Lars already staring back.

“I love you,” the latter tells him.

The broken way he says it…

“Whenever you feel unloved, whenever you feel alone or whenever the gems fuck off to wherever they go without a trace,”– Steven’s eyes widen at the word choice –“I want you to remember that I love you, and that you’re always welcome here. There’s always food and life here, no emptiness at all. And you can always go see me at Spacetries and we can have a coffee and chat like the old days, or if we can’t see each other in person for any reason, you can call me. I can always teleport, too. I can do literally anything to help you, Steven, and I want to help you, because I love you , okay?”

Lars is cupping his cheeks like they’re precious, wiping Steven’s tears and crying his own. Like Lars is the one crying for him now, feeling his pain for him.

“I’m here for you. I’ll always be here, no matter how, no matter what,” he insists.

Steven is too speechless to react.

He realizes, though…

He stops glowing pink.

And he forgets everything else, with how genuine Lars’ love is.

Steven merely lies down against his friend, who covers him properly with his blanket. Lars caresses the boy’s black hair, in the same way that Steven has always craved for, even if it reminded him of bad memories.

It’s perfect just the way it is. Perfect in every way, just like you.

He doesn’t want Lars to ever stop.

He doesn’t want this to ever be gone.

But Lars won’t leave him. He will make sure Steven never feels anxious or useless on his own again.

And Steven…

“... I love you, too,” he whispers.

Lars tightens his arms around him, this time sniffing. If he cries on Steven’s head, neither of them talk about it.

It stays between them.

[daylander1000]

I’m the anon that asked about Baela a long time ago and can I just say, these chapters did not disappoint. Her character development happened organically in a way that made sense with regards to her situation. Her and Rhaena’s interactions mean everything to me, the way their conversation goes was just so enjoyable for me to read.

And awwwww! Aemond almost feels like a kicked puppy, and the way he and Rhaena immediately go back to their dynamic when they were young of arguing and just pushing their heads in the sand when it comes to sentimentality but you just know they care about each other so much…. I am a parent of two divorced children! (Can they be divorced if they never got to be married?)

I also love the depth we were given about Laena and Laenor through the eyes of the girls. You’ve really painted such a deep,t rich and complex picture of both that the show seemed grossly uninterested in. Every time grand uncle Vaemond is brought up, Oh my heart hurts considering what’s going to happen!

I know you said you don’t like these chapters as much, but as a loyal reader, they’re great. This fic is great. You do some great stuff! Can’t wait to see more!

Thank you!!!

I remember this one. Somewhere along the way, I really wanted to just give up on Baela and move along to happy times. I was like "who is reading this rhaemond fic for Rhaena to go on a rant with her sister? It's already a slow burn, you're gonna turn it into an emotional bog." And then I answered your ask and was like "Can't delete it now, just keep going." 😅

Family is such a big part of the ice and fire worldbuilding. Sibling relationships play such an active role. And here we have Laenor and Laena who never speak to each other...

Everyone's not the main character, but every character should be the main character in their own story. Everybody should have thoughts, goals, motivations, etc. If I had time, I'd write a ton of fanfics for Laena. This girl did not claim Vhagar at 15 just to end up in the credits as Dead Wife #2. Laenor didn't claim Seasmoke just to run off to a farm up north.

Aemond 😹

I swear, he's half the fun. How could I not make him a disaster puppy?

Dude's only examples of relationships are his parents (where his mother is living under threat of having her tongue cut out); his mother and Criston (who are co-running an aroace book club where he's the only other member 😂); his brother and sister (who I'm head-canoning as the most awkward pairing to be around); and Rhaenyra's supremely ill-advised game of fuck-marry-kill. And then when you add in the brothel experience on top of that...

Suffice it to say that I'm not going with cool dude, romantic sex god Aemond (who's from the books???)

I'm going with this guy

who just wants to start his own fireplace book club 👉 👈😕

And Rhaena's even worse off because when she thinks love/marriage/childbirth, she's like

Neither of them are topping the EQ charts.

🤣🤣🤣

(I'm lolling so hard thinking about Aemond at a book club meeting looking at the time and trying to remind Criston they have fight club right after)

[fragaria-imagines]

So, I did see your answer to my ask regarding about Felicity / Ayama’s lord and I would say…

Surprisingly, Masky Feels is the lord that she is serving… If you are not aware about Masky Feels…

Masky Feels is my Sanrio original character that was created as an elephant who is ringmaster and just like what their name said, they used a mask that is literally the theater masks in order to hide their face… Their personality described as “a mysterious elephant who seemed to be a cheerful and the brightest one with the mask”.

I know that Retsuko can be her Sanrio Lord but after checking out her page on the Hello Kitty wiki, I must say with no offense… She is not really like a type of a lord for Felicity and Ayama… I feel like Retsuko deserved a knight who is like… I don’t know but maybe like a very serious person who have a stressful life but is actually very nice despite their lack of emotions… Though, I can try to make that specific knight for her… And don’t worry, I’m going to have fun while creating original characters for the franchise!

OH MY GOD AN ORIGINAL SANRIO LORD, THATS SO COOL!! Masky Feels seems very cool and very intriguing!!

I can’t wait to see more about your original characters, with how big the sanrio franchise is there’s so much you can do, and I’m excited to see it where it goes <33