#*shows up 4+ years late* this game SLAPS

[smallshrubs]

I enjoy the surreal game with the funky moonman

[camryn-haitani]

My Favorite You

Bang Chan x Reader

PT. 3

chan has been very frustrated, from overworking himself and sexually. with producing stray kids new album to taking care of his band mates. changbin notices that chan has been snapping a lot and very easily, so he does what every good friend does and shows chan his favorite camgirl <3

TW: SMUT, cursing, talking about cheating in past relationships, mention of narcissistic ex, and using reader only for sex, jokingly say you’ll peg chan, teasing, nude sending, p in v sex, unprotected sex, sub chan, dom reader, implied that reader has big tittys, lil hand kink, some phone sex, masturbating (both of yall), videoing (bang chan films himself), fingering (fem recieving), name calling (mommy, good boy, pretty boy, doll, darling), titty fucking, pussy eating, tummy bulge, cervix kissing (ig), toy use (both you and him), hair pulling, edging and overstimulation, lil slaps, aftercare

in case you don’t know, /srs= serious /hj= half joking /j= joking

i’m also putting in “contact names” at the top of the start of the chat so it won’t get confusing. sorry to the other 2 parts that i didn’t do that for

one more thing, (i’m sorry ik this is long) but i did use fonts for this and it might not show up on some devices and i apologize for that

you and channie have had these video calls over the span of around 4 months. whether it was masturbating together, talking about yalls day, or just playing games with each other. chan was really starting to fall in love with you, and not just for your body.

even though you’ve only streamed for almost a year, no one has ever caught your attention like channie did. you didn’t start to fall in love with him because of his money, money that you had no idea where it comes from. it was how he talked to you, how he presented himself, and how he treated you.

all of your exes either entirely didn’t care about your needs and were narcissistic, only used you for your body and never cared about how you felt during it, or cheated through yalls entire relationship. you knew your channie would never do that, he loves you endlessly.

you two were having a simple conversation through text when he drops a bombshell on you.

my channieroo<3

my channieroo<3: ugh i hate packing for trips

Me: oooh where ya going :3

my channieroo<3: (whatever city you live in)

Me: …are you being /srs rn

my channieroo<3: yes, why?

Me: that’s the city i live in

my channieroo<3: WHAT

my channieroo<3: ARE YOU BEING /SRS RN

Me: YES CHANNIE

your heart raced at the thought of getting to see your channie in person. ugh, he made your pussy throb in more ways than you can count.

my channieroo<3: i suddenly love packing

Me: all i need is you, that cock, and your kisses

my channieroo<3: oh you’ll get that

my channieroo<3: trust me

Me: how about getting this cock, pretty boy /hj

my channieroo<3: i’m not opposed to it

Me: oh my 😮

you set your phone down to let him finish packing. your stomach twirls with butterflies as the thought of channie actually touching you with his hands makes you wanna cum right now.

chan flips the fuck out. he’s actually going to see you. he flops on the bed and kicks his feet like a lil school girl. channieroo is gonna meet his favorite girl.

*brrt* chan picks up his head from his pillow (yes he washed the pillow case) and answers his message.

changbinnie

changbinnie: hello my favorite music producer 🙂

Me: chabin

Me: i’m your only music producer

changbinnie: heh heh

changbinnie: chabin

Me: yk

Me: i don’t HAVE to get you your protein shakes every morning

changbinnie: no

changbinnie: not mi proteen shayks

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴɴɪᴇ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇʀ 🙂

➜Me: what do you want

changbinnie: i’ve noticed that you’ve been smiling a lot at your phone lately 👀

Me: that is neither here nor there

changbinnie: erm akshually🤓☝️

changbinnie: who’s the one who introduced you to her???

Me: fine

Me: i’ve gotten to know y/n for the past couple of months and i’ve really started to fall for her

changbinnie: no way

Incoming call from changbinnie ✔︎ or X

chan sighs and picks up the phone. “yes?” he answers. “tell me everything!” binnie yells.

chan goes through the entire story about you and him and binnie is eating it all up. you were their lil secret and they loved it.

but, what chan didn’t tell binnie was that they were about to take a trip to your city for 2 whole weeks. binnie of course knew about the trip but he didn’t know you lived there.

both of the two gossip girls talked for almost 3 hours, not realizing what time it was and both of them were barely packed. they actually stayed on the call while they finish packing (besties fr).

chan calls you because he’s ready for bed, he can’t fall asleep without you. the dial tone stops when you pick up, hearing that sweet voice say “hi y/nnie” like the start of every call between yall. both of you were so excited about seeing each other that yall barely got any sleep.

chan had to wake up early since he was driving the group to the airport. he made sure they all had their essentials ready, along with their tickets, phone chargers, headphones, and plenty of clothes.

one by one, they hop out of the car and thanked channie for driving them.

“thank you, bang chan.”

“thanks, chanchan.”

“thank ya, chan.”

“thank you, dad chan.”

“thanks, bang chan.”

“thank you, bang bang.”

“thank you, christopher.”

chan snaps his head to who the hell just called him his government name and his eyes land on the other australian. felix started to whistle and look up at the sky all innocently. chan narrows his eyes at him and continues to walk into the airport.

*brrt* chan feels his phone vibrate. he sees your contact name and immediately lights up.

my y/nnie<3

my y/nnie<3 has sent 3 attachments

my y/nnie<3: can’t wait to see you later

my y/nnie<3: i finally get to taste you after these long months

the most boner inducing, cock throbbing, orgasm ripping pictures were just sent to chan by you. he quickly saves them and hides his phone. “uhm i gotta take this call real quick. i’ll meet yall at the gate.” he says as he speed walks far away from the others.

chan immediately calls you and the sounds you’re making are not helping his situation. “he-hey, pretty boy. ‘m sorry, i need you so bad.” the squelching of your pussy fills chans ears as you ram your fingers into yourself.

“fuck, mommy. you have no idea what you do to me.” chan says quietly. he can’t touch himself because he’s in public, you’re making this so difficult for him. “i’ll see you later then, pretty boy.” your giggle before you hang up basically kills chan. he starts to think about things that’ll get his cock to settle down.

he hypes himself up and starts to walk to the terminal where the other members were at. “hey, chan!” han waves his hand so chan could find them. he walks over to them and starts to converse about whatever they were previously talking about.

“flight D67 from (point A) to (point B) is now boarding.” the flight attendant then repeats herself. “come on!!” I.N practically runs onto the plane. he’s the most excited than everyone, he’s like a kid in a candy store. they all find their respective seats and talk with each other.

the intercom interrupts their conversation to tell the passengers that they were taking off and to put their seatbelts on. chan sends a quick text to you saying that he’s taking off and won’t be able to talk :( but all he can think about is the sounds of your pussy from yalls phone call.

it’s been a couple of hours and chan is still rocking a boner. he can’t help it, your pussy sounds too good to forget. “imma run to the bathroom.” he tells (whoever you want next to him). he gets in the small and cramped bathroom and quickly locks the door.

he frees his achy, leaky, and heavy cock and immediately starts pumping it. pre-cum already helping his hand glide up and down. chan tugs his shirt in his mouth so he won’t make noise. he props his phone against the wall so you have a good view from his neck all the way down to his mid thigh. he spits on his hand for more help.

you. you were all over his mind like the damn plague. your body, your hands, your face, your lips. god, chan could cum right now, but he holds his ground and waits a little longer so you can have a show.

grazing his fingers over his tip, sliding more of his pre down him which makes him drip more of his cum and spit mix down his balls. his whimpers and moans are barely audible, trying his best to not let the others hear.

he can’t do it anymore, the thought of your pretty pussy wrapped around his heavy cock makes his head dizzy. he backs into the wall, trying to keep his balance since his legs felt dead, and makes a loud thud. his eyes widened, ‘that was loud.’ he thinks to himself. he quickly stops the video, cleans up his pools of cum, and gets out of there, quick.

“dude, you ok?” seungmin asks. “yeah, just tripped.” chan replies. he sits back down and fans his face to get rid of the redness of his cheeks. changbin gave him a knowing look and went back to his phone.

the rest of the flight went smoothly, other than the bursts of nervousness in chans stomach every now and then from the thought of actually meeting you.

once they landed, chans phone was bombarded with messages but he was only looking for one. he sent the video knowing he didn’t have service but once it finally sent, he’d knew you’d enjoy it.

my y/nnie<3: ugh i could watch you cum all day darling

blush spread across chans cheekbones as his face started to heat up. he pulled himself together and rented a car big enough for his 7 kids and drove to the hotel he booked.

my y/nnie<3 sent their location

chan swore he died, was brought back, and then died again. from the pinpoint of the location and the members hotel, you were only 20 minutes away. chan feels like a virgin by the way his cock gets so hard from just thinking about you. he makes sure everyone finds their respective rooms and make sure they’re settled in before going to his room.

he needs to come up with a plan. he can’t tell them that ‘oh by the way, i’m not gonna be here because imma be with this camgirl that i’ve shamelessly jerked off to for months and i genuinely think im in love with her. so bye.’

while he was sitting on his bed and contemplating what excuse to tell them, there’s a knock at the door. “who is it?” he asks. “lee know.” chan walks to the door to answer it. “thank you, bang chan. when are you leaving to go get it?” lee know asks as he smiles. “you’re welcome? and i’ll leave…. in a minute….” he says as lee know leaves. he has no idea what the hell just happened but goes along with it if it gets him out of the hotel.

chan is driving borderline over the speed limit. he needs to see you, feel you, kiss you, fuck you. “why’re there so many light?” he yells. as soon as the light turns green, he’s off.

he pulls up to the house, hoping it’s actually yours and you’re not pulling his leg and saying this was all a prank these past few months.

my y/nnie<3: i see you

my y/nnie<3: i’m coming

chans heart is in his throat. he’s really about to meet you. his mind races with every step he takes to get to your door, every second you’re getting closer to letting him in your house. ‘what if i cum in my pants?’ ‘what if i’m not good enough in bed for her?’ ‘what if i-‘ his thighs are interrupted by the door opening.

“hi, channieroo.” you wave your fingers at him like at the end of every stream. your camera doesn’t do you enough justice because you’re absolutely beautiful. the camera doesn’t highlight your eyes like they do right now. chan could spend hours analyzing your features.

chan stops staring and immediately kisses you. he needs this kiss more than his own life. you kiss him back, which he’s ever so grateful for, and you pull him inside your house, shut the door behind you, and interlock your fingers in his hair.

“shit, i’ve needed you since i first saw you.” chan says between breaths. “then have me, channie.” you say breathlessly. that made his cock throb more than ever. he’s finally holding you, kissing you, feeling you, everything that man has dreamed of is coming true in his arms.

you take him to your actual room instead of the streaming room. it’s so much different from your streaming room but chan pays no attention to it. all he cares about is you.

you twirl channie around and push him on your bed. you straddle him and start to grind onto his erection. he can’t even focus on the kiss anymore, head spinning with desire. his hands fall to your hips and push even harder into him.

you get up from his lap and go to your streaming room while channie looks at you like a lost puppy, wondering where his favorite person went. you come back with your black bullet vibe, the first toy he ever saw you use on yourself. you turn it on and place it on his cock through his pants. he bucks his hips up to make more contact.

chans head is swirling with lust, he feels like he’s going crazy. “ma-mommy, put it on my cock please.” he begs. “but, darling. lemme tease you. it’s my turn playing with you this time.” you continue to press it ever so lightly on his tip. you can see the pre-cum staining his pants.

your finally free his cock as it slaps against his stomach. you tease him by pressing your vibe harshly against his tip then softly along his shaft but if you’re feeling extra mean, you’ll drag it along his balls. he lets out these high pitched moans that bless your ears.

his thighs start to tense up, a sign you’ve picked up when he’s about to cum, and you take the vibe away from him. “wh-whyyyyy?” he drags out, “i was so close.” he grips your arms. “i wanna have some fun, darling. now be a good boy and listen to what i say.” he whines as his hands go above his head.

you take off your pants, slide your panties to the side, and straddle him again. “what’re youuuu ohhhh-” his lips fall open as you glide your wet pussy along his cock. chans tip catching your clit every time you push forward.

“mommy, i’m already so close again. please lemme cum.” he shouldn’t have said that but he did since he’s your good boy. you pick yourself up and flop on the bed beside him. you slide your panties off, put your feet on the bed, spread your legs and prop yourself up on your elbows. you don’t have to speak a word before chans devouring your sweet cunt.

your hand in his hair, your soft pants and moans, and channies arms around your thighs so you can’t run away. “such a…. sweet…. pussy mommy… has.” he says in between breaths. however, chan can’t help it, he’s rutting his hips into your mattress to feel some relief from being edged twice.

his movements become erratic while his moans become higher and higher. “you better not cum from eating me out, channie.” you warn him. “i’m sorry, mommy. can’t help it.” his eyes roll back as he came. he swore he just died and came back to life from that orgasm.

you grip his hair hard and pull him up to your eye level. “did i say you could cum?” you say. “no.” he responds lowly. “no what?” you say harshly. “no, mommy.” his eyes move away from yours. you’re quick to smack his cheek, not hard to leave a mark but hard enough to get his attention again. “since you wanna cum so bad, you’re gonna cum as many times as i want.”

channie whines at the thought of only cumming for you. you sit up to see the puddle of cum he left. you swing your legs under your legs, sit toward the edge of you bed, and take your shirt off. you keep your bra on since he doesn’t deserve to see them because he came without your permission. “come on, get to fuckin.” you demand.

channie pushes his cock through the bottom slit of your tits until he sees himself peeking through the top. one slide and he was already done. cum spurts onto your neck and your chest. “i’m sorry, mommy.” he apologizes. “i’m waiting.” you demand. “for what…?” he pants. “keep going. i told you your not stopping until i say so.” that got his cock going again. the thought of cumming over and over for you was his life goal.

you roll your eyes when he doesn’t fuck your tits like you told him to, you your started to move them yourself. you push together both of your tits and move then up and down. this made them tighter around his cock, milking more cum from him. he pants as he bites his palm. “i’m not doing all the work, i’m just getting you started. since i was so nice, thank me.” you stop your movements. “tha-….than…” he tries to get the words out but he can’t. “come on.. i’m waiting.” you tease. “thank you, mommy.” he manages.

he regains his strength to move his cock again. “i feel bad now. how about one more, pretty boy?” he has never nodded so quickly. channie puts all his strength into this last round. what really pushed him over the edge was when you stuck your tongue out so every time he pushed up, his sensitive tip touched your wet, hot tongue.

channie roughly fucked your tits has his orgasm hit him like a damn freight train. he flopped tummy first on the bed. you cleared your throat, trying to get his attention. he lets out a ‘hm’ as he looks up at you. his mouth starts to water when he sees you’re face down and ass up ready to take him.

he quickly gets up and lines himself up with your sopping cunt. he pushes himself in quite easily with how wet you were for him.

chan finally pushes all the way in you and he was wayyyy past kissing your cervix. he wrapped an arm around your waist when he felt it. he felt himself. he throbbed inside you when he realized how far he really was. “just fuck me, channie.” you beg. he leans down so he’s right by your ear. “this is all for you, mommy.” take all of me please.” he whispers.

he felt you clench around him as he finally start to move in you. the shear force of him fucking you was enough to knock your headboard into the wall, and hard enough to make dents.

chans eyes snapped wide open as he gets an idea. he grabs your vibe and presses it to your clit. you screaming and writhing with pleasure and his cock bullies into you and the vibration. you’re close and so is he. you’re surprised he held out for this long with him actually fucking you.

his orgasm comes quick but he’s even faster to fuck his cum back into you. your legs just about give out from your orgasm but channie catches you and lays you flat on your back. both of your panting makes the room hot. he holds you in his arms until yall are rudely interrupted.

i don’t know

i don’t know: so

i don’t know: where is it?

Me: uhm where’s what

i don’t know: my cat??

Me: tf do you mean “your cat”

i don’t know: changbin said you were getting me a cat

i don’t know: isn’t that why you’re not here at the hotel?

Me: are you fr

i don’t know: as serious as soonie, doongie, and dori’s 27 lives

Me: lee know, i hate to tell you this but im not getting you a cat

i don’t know: fine

i don’t know: but you’re telling them that they’re not getting another sibling. i’m not breaking that news

- - - - - -

PT. 4….? with a special guest???

[7s3ven]

NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt 1

PART 1 > PART 2 > PART 3 > PART 4 (last pt)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N, after spending a decade at Camp Half-Blood, still remains unclaimed. Luckily, Luke is there to keep her company as her good friend. And to, perhaps, provide a bit more.

“I’m in the wind, you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”

( follows the show - kind of just a oneshot bc i’m bored )

Warnings : fighting, violence, a little too much of a description about injuries

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Nobody had been this excited about a new kid since three years ago, when a H/C-haired girl showed up holding a Harpy’s head. The new arrival had slain a Minotaur, which Clarisse wasn’t too happy about. She was convinced he was a liar.

Y/N sat in the Hermes cabin, closely inspecting her empty juice box. She had waken up an hour ago yet her good friend, Luke, still woke up earlier. She always wondered where he went in the early morning. Perhaps to get some sword training in before the day started. He was, after all, the best swordsman in camp.

The rays of sun poured through the window, bathing the wooden floor in light. A few of the Hermes kids groaned, knowing Luke would burst through the doors any second and force them to get up. He always did when the sun rose.

As expected, Luke kicked the door open. “Good morning!” He exclaimed, as energetic as ever. “The new kid’s coming today so get up and start cleaning! I’m mainly talking to you guys.” Luke sent the group in the corner a stern look and added, “Y/N, you’re fine.” He pointed at her with his usual boyish grin.

Lately, Y/N had been sleeping in Luke’s bed while he slept on the floor. They took turns switching. Lying on the ground for more than a decade now wasn’t good for the back.

After all this time, Y/N was still unclaimed. It usually took a week or less. Y/N was a prime example of the Gods above ignoring their children.

“He’s the one who killed the Minotaur, right?” Y/N questioned as Luke collapsed onto his mattress, partly to annoy Y/N who was sitting on it. The H/C-haired girl scoffed and playfully rolled her eyes, yet she couldn’t contain the amused smile on her face.

“Yeah. He can join your little monster slaying group. Let’s hope he gets claimed because I can’t deal with a boy version of you.” Luke teasingly grinned while Y/N scoffed and slapped his shoulder.

“You love my company.” She uttered, rolling her eyes.

Luke’s friends snickered to themselves. “More like he loves you.” One whispered to another.

“What’s his name again?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side. “Was it… Tom?” Luke stared at her in disbelief before lightly snorting.

“You’re way off, Y/N. Stop thinking, you’ll hurt that tiny brain of your’s. Just do what you do best; sit still and look cute.” Luke ruffled her tidy hair, turning it into a bird’s nest again.

Y/N flung a pillow at him, and glowered at the Hermes boy. “I’m going to kick your ass in capture the flag.” She threatened, poking his shoulder. Clarisse, out of all people, was her best friend. So naturally, she teamed up with her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, princess.” Luke lightly shoved her which caused Y/N to gasp in disbelief.

“Don’t push a lady, Luke!”

The other campers, already used to their antics, just chuckled. “Hey, love birds!” One of the unclaimed kids exclaimed. “Get a room!” With her smart she was, Y/N assumed she was Athena’s child.

Y/N and Luke liked to play a silly game where they guessed which camper belonged to which godly parent. It was fun. Luke was never wrong until the day he tried to guess Y/N’s.

A year ago, he guessed Aphrodite. His explanation? Because she was charming and she had a certain aura that followed her. And because she was pretty. That was the only time he was wrong because Y/N never ended up in a cabin.

“So, what do you think of the new kid? Which cabin?” Y/N asked as she and Luke walked outside. He shoved his hands into his pockets, laughing.

“Tough call. I haven’t even met him yet. Apollo, maybe?” Luke shrugged and frowned. “I’ll tell ya my guess when I see him.”

“I’m guessing… Poseidon.” Y/N uttered, earning a light snort from Luke.

“No way. Is that your confirmed guess? Being a child of Poseidon would mean being a forbidden child.”

The game had a few rules.

One. You can only take a single guess and once you confirm it, you can’t change it.

Two. You can’t ask the kid you’re talking about. Luke considers that cheating. You can only observe them.

Three. No asking Annabeth because she’s always right.

“I guess. It’s not like I ever win, right?” Y/N laughed, grinning at Luke. He stared at her for a moment before returning her bright smile.

“I know we don’t usually make bets, but if your guess turns out right, I’ll willingly give up in the next capture the flag game after he’s claimed.” Luke puffed out his chest, certain Y/N wouldn’t win.

“And if you win?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

“You give me your strawberries.” Luke had an obsession with strawberries that everybody, even the gods above, knew about.

“You’re on, Luke.” Y/N held out her hand with her lips curved up into a teasing smirk.

“Good luck, princess. Looks like I’ll be taking all your strawberries.” Luke ran his tongue over his teeth, already being able to taste the sweet, red fruit in his mouth.

He walked off, playfully winking at Y/N. Clarisse, who saw the whole conversation go down, hurried over to Y/N. “Looks like you and lover boy have a bet going in.” She smirked, raising both her eyebrows. “You two are cute together.”

“Don’t mess with me, Clari. We’re just friends.” Y/N rolled her eyes at what her friend was suggesting. She had been friends with Luke for three years now and she had known him for even longer.

“Are you just friends… or you want to be more?” Clarisse leaned forward with that taunting glint in her beautiful eyes. Y/N groaned, shoving her away. Clarisse simply laughed. “Come on, princess.” She mocked.

“Oh, come on, Risse.” That was a horrid nickname given to Clarisse by an Apollo boy who seemed to be obsessed with her.

“Shut up!” Clarisse exclaimed, eyeing Y/N up and down in disgust as if she was the Apollo boy. “You know how I feel about him!”

“And you know how I feel about Luke.”

“Yeah… but do you?” Clarisse tilted her head to the side before her gaze flickered to something, or rather someone, behind Y/N. “The Minotaur kid is out.” She grumbled and sharply clicked her tongue.

“Great. I can see if my stupid guess was correct.” Y/N glanced over her shoulder, watching the boy walk beside Chiron. His hair was curled, much like Luke’s, and blond. Clarisse had wandered off in the midst of Y/N’s staring, but she didn’t mind.

Suddenly, the boy lifted his head. His eyes clashed with Y/N’s, and he almost jumped at how intensely she was staring at him. Y/N merely smiled before turning away.

“So, what do you think?” She asked Luke as they walked towards the Hermes cabin side by side, their shoulders brushing against each other.

“Hard to say for now.” Luke replied. Y/N looked at him and he stared back before the pair burst into quiet laughter. Just locking eyes could make two friends find anything hilarious.

“I assume you’ll take him under your wing? Good luck.” Y/N nudged him with her elbow, which seemed to be a normal gesture between them.

“Thanks, princess. See ya.”

Y/N turned around, almost crashing into a disoriented Percy Jackson. He seemed jumpy and panicked. Of course, how couldn’t he be? He had just unknowingly killed a monster and his mother had been taken.

“Hi. The first day is always rough. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Y/N muttered to him before she passed by.

She didn’t stick around to hear Chiron announce him. She sighed, wandering aimlessly around the camp. She saw Clarisse talking to her siblings. Y/N had always wondered what it was like to have siblings you could relate to. What did it feel like to understand each other? To go through the same difficulties?

The Hermes cabin was comfortable and friendly enough but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to feel what a true family felt like, or at least was supposed to.

As Y/N had expected, Luke was the first to talk to Percy.

“I’m Luke.” He introduced himself to the boy after the rocky start to their conversation.

“Percy. Hey, uh, who was that girl before? The H/C-haired one?” He questioned, clearing his throat.

“Y/N. She’s nice most of the time the time but a pain in the ass during capture the flag.” Luke chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m just kidding. Don’t tell her I said that, though.”

“You guys seem close.” Percy uttered, remembering the way Luke looked at Y/N when they talked.

“Yeah. She’s my best friend. Unfortunately for me, her best friend is an aggressive Ares kid.” He grinned, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Feel free to lie down anywhere. Just don’t get too close to Y/N. If she’s having a monster dream, she kicks in her sleep.”

One of the campers across the cabin groaned. “I know how that feels. The bruise lasted for weeks!” The others burst into laughter while Percy hurriedly made a mental note.

Avoid the pretty girl when she sleeps.

Percy was lucky that Y/N, who lay on the floor a few feet away from him, wasn’t having one of her infamous nightmares. He couldn’t say the same for himself, though.

Percy sat up, panting and sweating. He looked around, realising where he was. Birds chirped in the distant and he could hear the faint sound of chatter through the wooden walls.

“You okay?” Luke asked.

“Super.” Percy sarcastically responded.

“We all have them here, you know.” Luke clicked his tongue and sighed. “Intense, reoccurring nightmares. That’s normal here. Take Y/N for example. When she first came here, no one wanted to get near her while she slept. Girl’s a bloody good kicker.”

Percy lightly chuckled while Luke smiled. “The daydreams and ADHA and dyslexia are normal too. Demigods just process reality differently than humans do. For the first time in your life, you’re just like everyone else.”

“So, are you also…” Percy trailed off, not wanting to sound rude to his first friend at camp.

Luke found his hesitation amusing. “Am I unclaimed? No. Hermes is my father.”

“And Y/N? Is her father also Hermes?”

Luke scrunched up his face like he had just eaten a sour lemon. “Oh, no. Heck no. Y/N’s unclaimed… still. She has been for a while.” The brunette pressed his lips into a thin line as he gazed at Y/N, who was laughing with Clarisse.

“Why hasn’t Aphrodite claimed her? I mean, she looks the part.”

“That’s what we’re all asking ourselves. We all thought she’d be Aphrodite’s kid.”

Boys and girls flocked towards Y/N like she was a muse. It was no secret that out of all the campers, Y/N stood out the most. There was something unique about her, how she always hung around the aggressive Ares kids like she wanted to be one of them.

She was a tough opponent but a little too soft for Ares’ liking.

Too gentle for Ares but too angry for Aphrodite. She was constantly stuck in the middle. It almost seemed like no god or goddess wanted her in their cabin because she had proved herself over and over again.

“How long has she been unclaimed?” Percy inquired. Kids before him had asked that very same question and every time, they were never ready for the answer.

“A decade.” Luke replied, “She’s been here for a decade. Last year, there was a stupid rumour going around that she was fully mortal but that doesn’t make sense. If she was, she wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

“Why so long?”

“Nobody knows.” Luke shrugged. He had wondered that too. And he could see how it was weighing down on Y/N. The unclaimed kid was what campers referred to her as. They used her as an example of what not to do.

“Will she ever get claimed?”

Luke hoped she would. For her sake. He knew how she felt about not having a related family of her own. For now, she was satisfied laughing over silly tales with the Hermes kids.

“So, where does she go during the day? She disappeared yesterday and today.” Percy tilted his head to the side, not being able to spot Y/N anymore. Luke paused. It was uncommon for him to not have an answer to everything.

“I… don’t know. I assume Clarisse and her go somewhere.”

“Probably swimming in the lake.” Grover said, overhearing the two’s conversation.

It was scorching during Summer at Camp Half-Blood. Most stayed in the shade while an occasional kid or two tended to the plants. So it would make sense that Y/N would go to a lake to cool off.

Luke left Percy in the company of Grover and made his way towards the Lake in the middle of the forest. As Grover guessed, he found Y/N and Clarisse and a few other Ares kids swimming in the water or sitting on the nearby rocks.

“Hey, Y/N, your lover boy is here!” One of them exclaimed. Y/N, from her spot in the middle of the lake, glared at him. She huffed before swimming over to Luke, easily heaving herself onto shore.

“Hey, Luke, ready to make your guess yet?” She asked, grinning up at him. “Or do you wanna swim?”

“My guess is definitely not Hephaestus.” Luke said as he sat down in front of Y/N. His gaze flickered to her new swimsuit. “New bathing suit?”

“Yeah. Miya got it for me.” Miya was a child of Aphrodite and favored Y/N quite a lot.

“Ah. No wonder it’s so…” Luke hesitated, “Revealing.” He tried to act like a gentleman but his cheeks flushed every time he even looked at Y/N.

“One more day until I kick your ass.” Y/N laughed as she sank back into the water, returning a moment later with her hair dripping wet and her face shining in the sunlight. She looked effortlessly angelic.

“Are you sure you’re ready to handle Y/N again, Luke? She almost beat you last time.” Clarisse snickered as she floated on her back.

Luke scoffed. “Keyword. Almost.” It was true that Y/N had almost beaten him in his own game of sword fighting but that was because she was becoming increasingly more distracting.

Gone was the shy and quiet kid who always trailed behind Clarisse. With every passing year, Y/N became more headstrong and, well, beautiful. That’s why it was so hard for Luke to keep his feelings to himself now. Even Clarisse could see through his facade.

“I’m ready to make my guess.” Luke finally announced, catching Y/N’s wavering attention. She arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “My guess… is Demeter. I met the kid and he seems gentle. A soft and kind soul.”

“Nice. I guess we’ll find out soon.” Y/N’s guess was nothing but a joke and she’d end up laughing if she was actually correct.

“Join me for a little swim?” Y/N asked, reaching out to tug on Luke’s shirt. He sighed while Y/N merely smiled. A moment later, he gave in. Luke lifted his shirt over his head while Y/N stared at him a little too shamelessly for her liking. Some of the Ares boys teasingly wolf-whistled which made Luke chuckle.

He jumped into the lake, practically tackling Y/N and taking her under with him. “Luke!” She yelled, hitting his shoulder when they resurfaced.

“Oh no. The married couple is fighting again.” Zyra, Clarisse’s half-sister, said. She and Clarisse shared a knowing grin.

“They’re so whipped.” Clarisse whispered, subtly swimming away to give the two more space.

It was the day Y/N had eagerly been waiting for. Perhaps her favourite day at Camp. Capture the flag day.

Clarisse handed Y/N a spear. “I got it fixed for you.” The brunette said. During the last game, Y/N’s spear had broken. She was forced to fight with half of it after that.

Y/N adjusted Clarisse’s armour, ensuring that it was tight enough before putting on her own helmet.

“You’re gonna love this.” She overhead Luke say to Percy as they passed by. “Camp-wide mock warfare. All glory to the victors. Annabeth’s the head counsellor. She’s led our team to three straight wins.”

Y/N looked away, giving Luke the perfect chance to gaze over at her. “Y/N and Clarisse lead the other team. Clarisse is rather… impulsive, though. Y/N’s come up with some good plans but Ares kids always go off the rails.”

“What’s the deal with you and Y/N anyway?” Percy suddenly switched the topic, much to Luke’s surprise. “I mean, you guys say you’re just friends but you’re always looking at each other. And talking. And you stare at her like she’s your world. Sometimes I wish I could look at someone like that.” Percy sighed while Luke was left speechless.

Luke cleared his throat and shook his head. “Let’s just… focus on the game.”

The conch shell blew. Y/N stood side Clarisse, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Heroes, it’s time.” Chiron announced. “The game begins. The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor. As always, there will be no maiming and no killing. I trust these rules will be respected.”

He subtly glanced over at Clarisse and her cabin.

“Let the games begin.”

There was twenty minutes until the next conch shell, which meant game-on. Normally, Clarisse and Y/N would pair up and hunt through the woods for the first few hours. But Clarisse had a different idea this time.

“Good luck.” Y/N said to her friend, slinging her spear over her shoulder. Y/N split up with the rest of her team, taking with her small portion of campers.

“We follow Clarisse’s plan this time. We’re the last defense meaning that if the blue team manages to get through, we fight like our lives depend on it.” Y/N said as she gripped her spear tightly.

“What are going to do?” Someone else asked.

“I’m going to…. look around.”

Luke grunted as a sword piercing his upper arm. He easily disarmed his opponent and kicked them to the ground.

“We give up.” The red leader grumbled, wincing as their brushed their fingers over his cuts.

“I wanna move quick. Straight through the woods for their flag.” Luke uttered.

“Y/N and Clarisse hunt in those woods for the first few hours, you know that. They’ll cut us down.”

Luke grinned, shaking his head. “Annabeth has a plan for Clarisse. And Y/N, as always, is mine. Don’t worry about her.”

“Last time I didn’t worry about her, she almost chopped my head off. By accident!” Chris loudly exclaimed, shoving Luke. Unbeknownst to the pair, Y/N was watching from above in the trees, hidden by the thick leaves.

She skilfully hopped from branch to branch, sliding down in front of her teammates. “The blue team is coming. They got past the other defences. Get in position.” Y/N hid behind a thick tree branch, panting and listening carefully for the sound of Luke’s voice.

She heard a twig snap and peeked her head out slightly to see Luke, Chris, and the rest of their small team. Y/N looked up, signalling to her friends above that it was almost time.

The moment Luke, who was leading the pack, stepped right where Y/N wanted him, she revealed herself. “Now!” She shouted, raising her spear and striking Luke. He easily blocked her attack.

“Thought you could ambush us, princess? Nice try.” Luke chuckled, pushing Y/N back.

“I’d say that it worked just fine.” Y/N retorted, lunging at Luke again. She pinned him to a nearby tree, holding the blade of her spear to his throat.

Chris grabbed Y/N by her shirt, pulling her back. Luke swung his sword at her but Y/N simply ducked to avoid the blow.

She tried to run off to help her teammates but Luke blocked her path. “Where do you think you’re going?” He uttered, playfully furrowing his eyebrows.

Y/N scoffed, kicking his ankles. She pointed at spear at his chest, poking it ever so slightly. “Ready to give up, Luke?”

“In your dreams.” He rolled over, latching onto Y/N’s arm and pulling her down with him. Y/N yelped, quickly scrambling up before he could grab her again.

She looked around at her surroundings, finally understanding what Luke’s plan was. It was to keep Y/N away from her team so that Luke’s could take them down. That left Y/N solely alone, standing between the flag and the blue team.

She panted, glaring at Luke. “Bring it on, Luke.” She muttered, holding up her spear. Luke was the first to make a move. He jumped at her, swinging his blade. Y/N dodged it and blocked another attack from Chris.

She quickly lowered her head, tackling another Hermes kid. Y/N rolled across the floor, swiftly standing up. “You won’t be getting near that flag on my watch.” She kicked Luke and whacked Chris. One of the Athena girls launched herself at Y/N, gripping onto her leg.

Y/N shook her off but the girl’s weight caused her to topple over. The bits of debris grazed at her skin. Chris swung his sword, slashing at Y/N. The blade cut her lower arm and blood welled up from the slit.

Quietly groaning, Y/N heaved herself up. She lightly swayed, unbalanced and a little weak. “Like I said,” She murmured, “You aren’t getting that flag.”

Y/N blocked every attack and blow aimed her way but she was getting slow. She could barely lift her weapon fast enough to stop Luke from successfully landing a hit.

Everything was becoming too overwhelming as she struggled to keep up. It was all a fast blur filled with weapons violently clashing against each other and shouting.

Up above, thunder crashed and lightning flickered through the darkening sky. Rain poured down, drenching the campers.

The thunder got louder and the lightning brighter as the seconds passed until nobody could ignore it. A harsh flash of lightning hit a tree nearby, setting it alight.

“Y/N, watch out!” Luke shouted, reaching out. Strings of electricity rippled around Y/N as a burning tree branch fell towards her. Luke sprinted towards her, dropping his sword in the process. He tackled Y/N, shielding her from harm’s way.

She groaned as she hit her head, black dots swirling around in her vision. She felt numb and her head lolled to the side as she heard shouts of victory followed by gasps of surprise.

“Y/N L/N has been claimed by Zeus, the king of Gods and the God of thunder and ruler of the sky.”

[hyunjuenthusiast]

Im craving for angst , so girl can you write about Hyun ju x female reader

Basically Hyun ju and female reader have been dating for 1 and half year now, but things didn't went so well after attending squid game, Hyun ju gave young mi more attention , than she did for female reader so she distance herself from Hyun ju and her team, wondering why female reader ditched her. So female reader went to Gi Hun's team instead. And to make things worse not only Hyun ju voted O to continue the game, but Hyun ju lost the love of her life during the Mingle, ANND.. It took Hyun ju 2 to 4 business days to figure out that she hasn't been a good girlfriend ever since they came to squid game and Hyun ju Crashes out so badly.

(Female reader committed su!cide during Mingle, died instead of young mi and the shaman lady predicted female reader's death)

(And YES the guilt is definitely eating Hyun ju alive)

Sorry if this is too long

Take your time for this one

゜・（／。＼）・゜

Okayyyy complex, I like it! Hopefully I do this ask justice 🙏🏻

HER ANGEL

Pairing: Hyun-ju x femreader

Warnings: ANGST, depression, death, suicide, longing, survivors guilt.

Insecure. That was a word Y/n had always been familiar with. Ever since she was little. Her mother would criticize everything she did. If she ate too much, if she didn't eat enough. If her hair was down, if her hair was up. If she smiled, and if she didn't smile. Everything she did up until she was an adult was judged.

When she finally got the taste of freedom, moving out at the ripe age of eighteen, she discovered that the world was an ugly place. Nothing like how she fantasized how it would be. The books were wrong.

For the first few years after moving out, she was alone. Truly alone. She had no one. No friends to call late at night, no fuzzy kitten to cuddle when she had tears running down her face on a rainy day. No significant other who would whisper sweet nothings to her as she fell asleep... No one.

Not until she met her angel. Hyun-ju.

Everything had changed. For the first time in her life, Y/n felt like she deserved to take up space in the world. Hyun-ju made her feel wanted, loved. She erased every insecurity Y/n had. She loved every flaw and imperfection. She kissed her scars and wiped her tears.

Hyun-ju was her soul mate.

Y/n didn't care that her angel was different. She didn't care how people looked at them in public. Hyun-ju was perfect, in every way. Even if her angel couldn't see it for herself.

Hyun-ju told Y/n of her wishes for surgery. She had cried to Y/n about her debt and abandonment. And Y/n was there to comfort her in return, wiping her angels tears away and whispering promises.

So when a nice-looking man asked Y/n to play a game, showing her the money she would win, of course she agreed. For her angel, for Hyun-ju.

Y/n didn't need convincing to call the number on the back on the card. Once she saw Hyun-ju looking at herself in front of the mirror, her eyes filled with loathing, she dialed the number.

It was the least she could do. Hyun-ju had given Y/n her sense of self back. She had given Y/n her smile back. Of course, she would return the favor. Anything for her angel.

Waking up to the blasted music, she looked around to see other people. Waring the ugliest green she had ever seen. Looking down at herself, she saw her jacket was labeled 005.

She gathered around like everyone else. Waiting for an explanation. There were so many pink guards and even more players. They explained that they weren't trying to collect debt or cause any harm.

"Excuse me!" Said a voice. Not just any voice. Her angel's voice. Y/n quickly turned and saw Hyun-ju. Her Hyun-ju standing near a couple of bunks. She didn't catch what her angel said next, only focused on the fact that she was here.

Y/n winced as she saw Hyun-ju getting slapped. That was the day her angel had gone on a walk. She remembers her coming home, acting strange. Hyun-ju had met the salesman before Y/n did.

As all the players walked in single file lines up the colorful steps to get their pictures taken, Y/n looked around for Hyun-ju. Seeing her fixing her hair prettily, she smiles and quickly walks up to her. "Angel!" Y/n gushes.

Instead of greeting Y/n with a smile, Hyun-ju tenses. Asking her what she was doing here. "I know how much you need the money..." Y/n whispers softly, watching as Hyun-ju's eyes soften.

As they all walk into the first game, Hyun-ju holds Y/n's hand. "Don't separate from me, sweet girl. Okay?" Her angel asks softly. Y/n squeezes her hand in return.

"What is that?" Y/n asks, pointing to the giant doll like figure in the distance.

"Green light..."

Y/n quickly runs forward a few steps, then stops.

"Red light!" The doll waits, seeing if anyone would move.

The first to go was 196. Y/n stood, stiff as a board, the sound of people dying behind her. When the doll says green light, no one moves forward, but Hyun-ju reaches over and grips Y/n's hand.

Player 456 explains that they will die anyway if they don't cross the finish line in time, and so, she stays behind Hyun-ju, racing towards the finish line.

Once across, she watches in horror as her angel races back across to help player 456. This is the first and only time that Y/n has ever wanted to yell at Hyun-ju.

The second game is the six legged pentathlon. Her and Hyun-ju look around for more teammates. She notices Hyun-ju's fallen expression when people stare at her, and when they don't want to join because of her.

"Excuse me?" A timid voice says from behind the both of them. Y/n and Hyun-ju turn to see a small girl, obviously nervous. "W-Would you...like to team up with me?" She asks, looking at Hyun-ju first, then to Y/n.

Ever since then, Hyun-ju had been attached at the hip with Young-Mi. It was hard for Y/n not to notice, especially in a place like this. When she wanted comfort and reassurance from her angel, she would see that Hyun-ju was already comforting Young-Mi, that she was already whispering words of encouragement to her instead of Y/n.

But that was just who her angel was. She was kind to everyone, and Y/n had no right to take that away from Young-Mi. Y/n could clearly see how terrified the small girl was, and if Hyun-ju was her safe place, then who was Y/n to take that away from her?

That's was until Y/n heard it. What Hyun-ju was saying to Young-Mi.

"I won't let anything happen to you, sweet girl." Hyun-ju had said. Y/n felt her stomach drop. Sweet girl. That was Y/n's nickname. That was her word of endearment.

She decided to give them space. Joining player 456 and his team.

The third game was mingle.

As they all stood on the platform, Y/n watched as Hyun-ju held Young-Mi's hand, giving her soft smiles. Y/n felt horrible for feeling envious. Would she always be cursed to be this insecure? Would she ever feel content with anything?

"TEN"

The voice said. Everyone scrambled to find their groups and rooms. So far, their team had nine after joining Hyun-ju. Until her angel grabbed the crazy shaman lady.

Running into the green room, Y/n pants, not even bothering to look at her angel holding onto another woman. Hyun-ju gives her a confused look, wondering why she had left their group.

"Your heavy sorrow will swallow you whole." The crazy lady says, making everyone look at her. Y/n shrinks into herself as she realizes that she's talking to her. "You won't last much longer, I'm afraid. Pity. You have the purest birthstone."

"SIX" the voice says.

Gi-hun and Young-il had split from the group, leaving Y/n no other choice but to join Hyun-ju.

They all run to a yellow door, freezing in their tracks as they see a group is already in there. Hyun-ju races to find a different one.

She found one.

Y/n starts to run towards it with the other people in her group, but when she sees player 333 running towards it too, she slows down.

Looking over at her angel, she sees her clutching Young-Mi's hand.

The pregnant girl holds her belly.

The mother and sun cling to each other.

Where did Y/n fit into that? She didn't.

She has seen Jun-hee talking to player 333 on several occasions...

She needed him, more than any of them needed Y/n.

She made her decision then.

As player 333 races into the room, she finally hears Hyun-ju calling for her. Her angel was trying to get 333 out of the way.

Y/n walks to the door, looking into the small slit. "Y/n, what the hell are you doing? Go find a room! Go!" Hyun-ju shouts. Y/n only shakes her head softly.

"Ita okay angel." She whispers, putting her hands onto the door. Hyun-ju is starting to panic. The timer still had thirteen seconds on it. "I know there's no place for me here. Not now." Y/n says, tearing up.

Hyun-ju continues to shout, begging Y/n to go find a room. "You made me feel so inside the lines, Hyun-ju. Like I wasn't a lost shade outside of the pretty design. I could actually fit inside the art." Y/n says with a sad smile.

"I never thanked you for that." She says. "Thank you for showing me. For guiding me to see who I was for the first time."

Nine seconds on the timer.

"I know you'll be happy. You'll make it out of here and live the life you've always dreamed of...live the life you've always deserved. A life, with Young-Mi." Y/n's lip quivers.

Four seconds on the timer.

Hyun-ju starts shaking the door, sobbing and yelling. "I love you, my angel." She whispers tearfully, letting out a pained breath as she feels the bullet peirce her back.

"NO! Y/N!"

Player 333 had left that room beaten to a bloody pulp.

At first, Young-Mi's hand doesn't feel out of place inside of her own, not for the next two games.

Until Y/n's words repeat instead of her head.

A life...with Young-Mi.

Once she realizes it, she drops Young-Mi's hand as if it had burned her. She had been holding the wrong woman. Comforting the wrong woman. Calling her...

She had called the wrong woman sweet girl.

Hyun-ju looks over to Young-Mi, a tear falling. She had made the love of her life question her love.

She had been at fault for her sweet girl's death. Not 333. Not even the guards. Hyun-ju was the reason.

"Don't worry. You'll be seeing her again, " the shaman says. "A lot sooner than you think."

For the next game... was human chess.

I'm scared.... what do we think?

[its-pinkyyy]

*Slaps the table*

Calvin Fischoeder headcanons!

His full name is Calvin-Percival Robert Fischoeder Jr. when he was a kid some people called him Cal,Vinnie,or Perci.Or junior if it was by his parents or an elder family member(live laugh love Calvin with a double barrel name)

He's 64 years old(Felix I imagine is 59 or in his late 50s so he and Calvin aren't too far apart in age,I imagine them being a little under 4 years apart)

His father is a German immigrant(though he frequently traveled to Switzerland and Austria to live with family for some times before he moved to america.)He(as his the father) spoke german whilstt he still alive,he forced Calvin to learn.Calvin in his day to day life doesn't use German that much ,but when he wants to confused people,or when he gets angry or feels any other intense emotional,or just when he feels like it he speaks German.He's still fluent.

In Calvin's younger years before he went gray he was a ginger.He had a lighter shade though.Because of this He or Felix will joke about him having no soul(Grover also would've joked about it but Calvin and Felix would act like that's not funny around Grover and act like grover's insensitive just to mess with him)

He learned how to ice-skate to simply spite Felix.

When he was a kid he took ballet,tap,and piano.He was expected to do more than Felix since he's the eldest child.(Felix only took Ballet)

He has 7 younger siblings because just because(headcanons are fun)

His mother died when he was 16.Every year on her birthday he spends the whole day at her grave,and spends most of the day without his eyepatch on.He brings a cake and some flowers there,and pretends like he's speaking to her. On the day she died he also spends a lot of the day there,he doesn't spend as long there as her birthday since its more sad for him,he brings flowers and he also leaves a shot of her favorite spirit. He doesn't do any of his landlord duties or any of his jobs that day.

He definetly has an alchohol problem (this isn't really hc since this is really backed up in the show)

He was allowed to drink when he was a kid.(I think this is also implied in canon and it just seems really in character for him)

He's tried to grow facial hair several times but he cant ,its always been very pathetic facial hair.And at some point he just gave up.When Felix brings up that Calvin doesn't have any facial hair he says he just didn't want to grow any instead of the fact he cant grow facial hair

He started a fake religion in his late teens to associate with his father's businesses to try and get them registered as non profits so he and his father wouldn't need to pay taxes.(much like what the kids do in with aquatisicm.)

Throughout the majority of his childhood aside from the earlier years of his childhood he played baseball,he continued to play baseball until his mid to late 20s during in college years

He killed Baxter.

He had kids,he wasnt the best father nor was in very present in his daughters lives but he was there for the when they really needed them (he would've had his 2 daughters sometime after Shelby left him so I would imagine the latter years of his 20s or his early 30s.He would've had his kids with a partner he had at the time which I need to develop a bit more.)He also definitely played favorites with his kids like his dad did with him and felix.

Him and Felix eat dinner together every night.

He and Felix frequently has a movie night which alot of the time Felix ends up getting to pick it because Felix somehow always manages to win a game they play to decide who gets to picks(which Felix usually chooses to watch a musical,most of the time ,Rent.)

Game night with Calvin an Felix always ends up with one of them getting injured.(Inga is very annoyed with that)

He took part in raising Grover :3(he was not good at it)

His favorite color is actually red but the suit he usually wears belonged to his father

Calvin's favorite animals are squriells are pidgeons and he meant to get into pigeonry but just had never gotten around to it.his favorite pidgeons are Lahore pigeons.

He's a cat person

[thelittlestladylikesthis]

The Pink Rose, part 4

Part Four- July 5th, 74 ADD

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x reader (vaguely, part 4 is mostly filler- sorry)

Word count: 1,444

Warnings: Brief violence, weapons, and reference to death

[Y/n] had slept too late, she knew Effie was going to be upset with her. She quickly readied herself to make a Capitol appearance when they arrived. Making her way to the dining car, she prepared herself to get some snide remark about punctuality from Effie. As soon as the car door opened, [Y/n] saw Peeta slap the glass of wine from Haymitch’s hand as Peeta said, “Only not to us!”

A half second later, Haymitch punched Peeta’s jaw, knocking him to the ground before reaching for the liquor cart. Without missing a beat, [Y/n] and Katniss each grabbed a knife from the nearest place setting. Katniss drove her knife into the table between Haymitch’s hand and the bottle, barely missing his fingers. In the same second, [Y/n] expertly threw a knife and sent it directly through the space between Haymitch and Katniss causing them to lean apart from each other.

Haymitch sat back in his chair, first raising an eyebrow at [Y/n], then looking at their tributes, “Well, what’s this?” he said, “Did we actually get a pair of fighters this year?”

Peeta rose to his feet and reached for the ice for his jaw, but Haymitch stopped him.

“No,” Haymitch smirked, “Let the bruise show. The audience will think you’ve mixed it up with another tribute before you’ve even made it to the arena.”

“That’s against the rules,” Peeta shot back.

“Only if they catch you. That bruise will say you fought but you weren’t caught, even better,” 

[Y/n] opened her mouth to protest but Haymitch held up a finger and turned to Katniss. “Can you hit anything with that knife besides a table?”

With an eerily blank expression on her face, Katniss removed the knife from the table and flicked it away, lodging it directly between two of the decorative wall panels. [Y/n] and Haymitch exchanged impressed looks.

“Both of you come stand over here,” [Y/n] said seriously, nodding to the middle of the room. Not being Haymitch, the tributes obeyed. [Y/n] and Haymitch examined Katniss and Peeta. They weren’t completely malnourished and seemed strong enough.

“Well, you’re not entirely hopeless. Seem fit,” Haymitch said.

[Y/n] added, “And once the stylists get hold of you, you’ll be attractive enough for the sponsors… I would know,” 

Peeta and Katniss didn’t question this, the Hunger Games weren’t a beauty contest, but the best-looking tributes always seemed to pull more sponsors.

“All right, I’ll make a deal with you two, actually, all of you,” He looked directly at Effie that time, “You don’t interfere with my drinking, and I’ll stay sober enough to help [Y/n] help you. But you have to do exactly what I say.”

“Fine,” says Peeta.

“So help us,” Katniss interjected, “When we get to the arena, what’s the best strategy at the Cornucopia for someone—”

“One thing at a time. In a few minutes, we’ll be pulling into the station. You’ll be put in the hands of your stylists. You’re not going to like what they do to you. But no matter what it is, don’t resist,” says Haymitch.

“But —” Katniss began.

Haymitch opened his mouth and [Y/n] held up her hand that time, “No buts- just let them do their job,” she nodded at both tributes, “But if they make you too uncomfortable, you tell me and I’ll handle it,”

Haymitch left the car and the train entered the last tunnel before the Capitol. As soon as the train left the tunnel, the Capitol came into view. Peeta and Katniss ran to the window to see the ruling city of Panem. As they pulled into the station, the people begin to point at Katniss and Peeta eagerly as they recognized a tribute train rolling into the city. Katniss stepped away from the window, but Peeta stayed, waving and smiling at the crowd. He stopped once out of view.

He turned to Katniss and said “Who knows? One of them may be rich.”

[Y/n] chuckled at how fast Peeta was learning and he seemed to be ready to fight in every way. Haymitch definitely misjudged him. But [Y/n] still worried about Katniss. That girl must have a hard time trusting anyone.

*     *     *

Katniss and Peeta had an interesting introduction to the Capitol- one [Y/n] still cringed at the thought of. [Y/n] at least had an idea of what Katniss would experience- exfoliated, waxed, tweezed, and practically hosed down. Then they would take her barely covered body to go meet a stranger who would decide what she wears in front of Panem. Unlike other years, [Y/n] liked the District 12 Stylist, Cinna. Even Haymitch didn’t seem to mind him. They hoped this up-and-coming stylist would make their tributes something worthwhile.

Haymitch joined [Y/n] and Effie outside the building where the chariots were kept, but he didn’t enter with them. Finally, Effie and [Y/n] saw Cinna leading Katniss and Peeta towards the chariot. Cinna’s assistant, Portia, followed behind, fussing over every strand in Katniss’ hair. The two tributes were dressed in a simple, conservative black unitard with an uncommonly high neckline. [Y/n] remembered that she had mentioned to Cinna that for her own ceremony, she’d hated how much cleavage they made her show. The unitard was accompanied by a pair of shiny leather boots laced up to their knees. [Y/n] was most surprised to see the long billowing capes and matching headpieces. The red, orange, and yellow were an impressive contrast to the black. [Y/n] heard Cinna telling them about a synthetic fire for the costume. Of course- they weren’t coal miners this year, they were the coal!

As Katniss and Peeta’s chariot took off, [Y/n] could see them whispering to each other. She couldn’t help but hope that they would do great things. As the opening music played, [Y/n] wished Haymitch would participate more. He did say he would help- but maybe he didn’t mean public appearances. [Y/n] knew she was forcibly comfortable in the public eye, but Haymitch was not quite the flavor the public eye favored. His consistent public drunkenness was not something District 12, much less the rest of Panem was happy to accept. 

Effie, Portia, and [Y/n] watched the ceremony on their own screen where they would wait to collect their tributes. Each district’s chariot crossed the screen as they listened to the commentators give their opinions on the designs. District 1: luxury items- wore fashionable, jeweled tunics and had their skin spray painted silver. A hard act to follow for the attention of the capitol- hopefully Cinna had something extraordinary up his sleeve. [Y/n] looked around wondering if she’d get a glimpse of Haymitch when suddenly she heard the gasps and cheers for District 12! Effie and Portia were beaming as [Y/n] whipped her head around and saw her tributes on fire! Cinna and Portia’s synthetic fire was just the combination of danger, beauty, and excitement that reeled in the sponsors. The ceremony music could barely be heard behind the overwhelming cheers of Katniss and Peeta’s names, the screams of appreciation, and clapping of thousands of hands.

[Y/n] jumped as a hand rested on her shoulder and the owner said, “I didn’t know she could smile,”

Haymitch could always be counted on for a sarcastic comment. Although, it was good to see Katniss helping herself and Peeta by playing to the crowd: catching a rose, blowing kisses, and proudly holding hands- Katniss was coming out of her shell. She was going to fight. 

After the ceremony, the tributes chariots were brought inside. Effie and [Y/n] rushed to meet Katniss and Peeta with the intention of beating everyone who would want to meet them. It didn’t take long for Katniss to point out that she had made several enemies already. She’d stolen sponsors from Districts 1, 2, and 3. 

Cinna and Portia helped put out the flames. Tributes weren’t usually worried about relationships, especially because there was only one winner. But [Y/n] felt like there was something between Katniss and Peeta and wondered if she should shut that down before they literally have to try killing each other. To solidify her wondering, Peeta said something that made Katniss smile and reach up to kiss his cheek. Oh no, [Y/n] couldn’t allow that- or could she? Should she let them die happy? Or risk one of them losing the other? She figured they were 16 and it wouldn’t lead to anything anyway- at least one of them would die feeling like they’d felt something for the other. 

Masterlist

[wings-of-ink]

First Devlog?

Hello everyone...boy, there are a lot of you already, still trying to digest that...

So, I gather that I should do these logs on occasion. I do not know how often, perhaps just when I have a few things to say. I will try not to ramble too much, but my fingies like to talk.

Anyway, I am working on chapter 3 right now. There’s some fun moments so far in it that I hope you’ll like, and we’ll get to meet Zahn, Duri'naan, and then Rundis. I’m trying not to rush because there are some exciting scenes that I’m eager to get to. I’ve outlined them to tide myself over until I get that far. There’s some quiet moments you’ll get to have as well, and right now I feel like that’s what I’m struggling with. Those areas of my story are like bridges to the next, more exciting, parts and sometimes I feel like they fall a little flat. But, I’m trying to keep in mind this is my first draft. I’ll go through it another time or two to perk things up. Those moments are still important for letting the MC get to know each RO.

My mind has been in a million directions lately too, and I’ve had a lot of ‘duh’ moments. I’ve done so much world building since I started this last year (around August/September I think), that I have pockets of important details that I kinda just forgot! So, I plan to re-read all the notes I’ve made and try to also put them into one place. I have some in my phone, in a notebook, and in no less than three folders on my laptop. It’s a wonder I have survived this many years…

What you can expect for coming updates…

-A couple fixes, of course – thank you to those who found some of those pesky buggy bois for me.

-A nicer front page, instead of being slapped with my ramblings, I’d like to actually have a nice start page. I’ll figure it out eventually, lol.

-I’ll be adding a name bank to the MC’s Nameday scene that will also show you what each name means, so if that is important to you, it’ll save you the internet search. If it tickles your fancy, the name selection will correspond in some way to the marks (names meaning "night" or "storm," etc.) so you can theme your MC a bit.

-Extra coding in case you decide to shorten MC’s given name to just “Ravi.” I did not once consider that anyone would do this, and my first play-tester – my own spouse – did….He told me about it since it made some dialog with Oswin make zero sense, and then I published the story without fixing it because I completely forgot about it.

-Different contrast color for dark mode links. I feel like I have drastically improved this with a new gold color. In retrospect, I don’t know why I didn’t use the gold before. I love it as an accent, I use it all over! The blue never felt 100% right, but my brain shut down after thinking about it too long. Here’s a sample and a (M) Zahn tease:

When can you expect an update?

I’d like to make my next update during the Amare Games Festival, ideally containing both chapters 3 and 4 since they go pretty tightly together. This will also insure that you meet the rest of the posse. It’s a tall order for both chapters to be submitted on time, and I don’t want to rush them either, but I’m going to try really really hard, lol. I will focus first on polishing chapter 3, so that no matter what, I can at least get it out in time.

Here’s a link to the post about it:

And this is the submission time frame: open from March 31st 2024 at 11:00 PM to May 1st 2024 at 12:00 AM

As a side message, should you want to read on…

I also wanted to give you all a big, like really big, heartfelt thank you. I have received so many kind messages and comments that I just can’t believe it. I am so happy (and honestly, genuinely shocked) that you’re enjoying my IF, and I’m motivated to work hard so you also enjoy each new chapter of your journey. There’s so many secrets I want to share with you about the world, and I am struggling to be patient myself, lol.

I am not usually a very open or social person, and I was scared for a long time to share anything I wrote. I reached a point in my personal life in the last few years where I just needed to embrace what I loved to do and share it with a community that shares in that love. I encourage you to do the same whether there is a story in your heart, music on your lips, or a paintbrush in your hands. Life is NOT about your 8-5. We may not be able to survive without it, but whatever moment you can, do what you actually love. Put away the those things that don’t matter, the things that stress you - including people, and make time for who you are.

Thank you all and take care!

~Lunan

[delilahcalicocat]

♤{Never Leave Again..}♤

{Rating: "it's so Fluffy I'm gonna die!"}

【Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Abandonment, Crying, short reunion of couple, Wrestling match injury, Blood, Kissing, Little smidge of smut before it stops.】

🚾: Around 1k

〔Pairing: Adam Cole & Rachelle White〕

《Summary: Adam Cole comes back after World's End to surprise his Girlfriend of 3 years, since he's been on the road for 4 months (I'm working on one of these with Will Ospreay) But she breaks down instead not expecting him to return until late March》

[Rachelle's POV:]

I was watching AEW replays on my TV, my apartment was a mess. I'd been hit with alot of sadness this week, I was missing my boyfriend Adam.. Roderick had come to pick him up from my apartment 4 months ago, and i had felt abandoned.. I was lying on my couch while the TV played the AEW sound, I almost fell asleep until I heard a knock at my door. I had quickly opened it to See Adam, my Boyfriend! He'd come back, without his friends too.

I hugged him and began to cry.. I couldn't control myself

"Dove... Calm down" He said

"I'm sorry, I've just been going through alot.." I sighed

"It's fine, I'll call Taven and Bennett, you go shower and I'll fix this place up." He said

"Ok." I hummed

I began to start the shower and began to shower, I had felt so much better than before.

MEANWHILE:

『Matt Taven's POV:』

Me and Mike were called over to Rachelle's Place by Adam, we've been there a couple times. But not really in a weird way, most of the time Adam just wanted to stream games with us.

But Adam needed our help this time, He got a bad injury 3 months ago and broke his Ankle, so it's still healing up. I had no problem with helping Adam, but Mike clearly did. He complained the entire drive there until Roderick Slapped his face.

We arrived at The house and walked inside, We had to Help Adam with a couple random dishes that were everywhere, I was lucky I had brought Adam that Blanket He'd gotten specifically for Rachelle, So I while I was busy with the dishes, Mike was Vacuuming the floor, and Roddy was busy scrubbing and deep cleaning the table.

<After Rachelle Gets out of the shower>

[Rachelle's POV:]

I got out of the Shower and went to my room, I grabbed one of Adam's old Tees and threw it on with a pair of shorts.

I went into the living and was shocked at what Adam accomplished with the boys, I felt so bad for Mike and Matt though, since they got cut a couple times and were now bleeding a smidge.

I sat down on the couch and Adam put on some random show, he then decided to jokingly grab my ass while everyone was looking.

"Adam!" I slapped his hand playfully

"What? They've heard us before." He smirked

"Why!" I blushed heavily "How could you?"

"What. Sometimes my match doesn't drain my adrenaline. You help." He chuckled

"They probably wish they could have you like me Dove~" Adam Whispered against my neck

I shivered in instinct.

"You two should kiss!" Mike joked

Adam Captured my lips and trapped me in a heated kiss

"Got anything to say boys?" Adam Joked

"Can We never leave again?" Roddy Joked

"I mean if it's Ok with my Rae-Rae." Adam Said

I nodded yes as I was still blushing from the kiss mere seconds ago

"Well, I guess welcome home guys" Adam joked again

They've been with us for awhile and are fine with the occasional no night of sleep or locker room being locked after a match. Heh.

Guess they are best friends after all..

「The End」

[crush3dmary]

20 questions writer meme

I stole this. Feel free to steal it too if you want.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

364,141

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Yugioh DM and Tales of! Mostly Symphonia and formerly Crestoria (rip).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Darling Lagomorph (crestoria) at 155 Weltschmerz (symphonia) at 133 Philosophy of a Knife (ygodm) at 94 Fear's Ascent (crestoria) at 83 Have You Seen Me? (crestoria) at 78

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I really struggle with this to be honest, if I get a really long comment or someone saying the fic was really impactful I try to respond but honestly I usually just leave it and reply elsewhere if I know the author unless someone is actually asking something/wants more info about something. This is basically just because I'm busy but also in part due to my old dA fame (bleh) getting me in the bad habit of never replying to anything.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably In the arms of the heretic (ygodm) that fic really means a lot to me though and I think because of the premise it worked.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd have to say Absurdities and Echoes (symphonia) poor Zelos deserves it after everything else I put him through in that series. Sorry about your ring finger.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a couple rude comments but it's basically been curbed ever since I turned off guest comments on my works. You can say it with accountability or not at all. Most recently I got a moralizing comment from someone about Ryou being 16 in Philosophy because of the smut that kind of had implications I didn't like but that's about it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I used to write a lot of crestoria smut on my alt account (IYKYK) but I will sometimes include it as a framing device to develop character relationships. There's quite a bit of smut in Philosophy for example because loneliness and isolation are such big themes for Ryou and Bakura, but generally if I post something with smut to my main account it's because it's relevant to the story or develops the character relationships.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have a proper Symphonia/Crestoria crossover in the works that's a continuation of TOC game canon, but I've been at a standstill with my Tales works lately so it's pretty far off from being posted unfortunately. But I hope you guys give a chance once it's up, because the lore is SUPER cool.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A certain someone who knows who they are has either plagiarized or bastardized lines from some of my popular crestoria works but other than that no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet but it would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Charles and I did a collab PITY // PIETY earlier this year and it absolutely slaps! Luisa and I are also working on an art/fic collab right now that I hoe to have posted by the end of the year but we'll see... sometimes life has other plans.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Zelloyd's gotta take the cake for this one sorry fam. When it's been your otp for 15 years nothing can ever top it. But for yugioh it's a tie between thief/tender/angst I like any combo of those three.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I try to finish everything I start, but I've got a couple Tales WIPs that I'm having trouble finding the spark for. It's not that I don't think they'll ever be finished, but it might be a while until they see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I really succeed when it comes to imagery and descriptive prose, plus getting inside characters' heads. I want to make people feel things with my work. I think the reason Philosophy and Darling Lagomorph are some of my best and most popular is because they're an opportunity for me to show off those strengths where I excel most.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

World building. I hate doing infodumps but I really struggle to include lore in ways that don't come off that way. This is a big reason I've never made the dive into original fiction (for now, I'm in the planning stages for my first novel. Stay tuned.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

The only time I've ever done it is when writing Yuna from Crestoria because she includes random french in canon too. I also did a french title for the latest chapter of Philosophy which was kind of fun. I think it's something you can swing if you're prepared to do your research but if not, avoid avoid avoid.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Tales of Symphonia. The things I put Zelos through, man. If you think I'm bad now you should have seen me at 14.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

If I had to choose just one probably Philosophy of a Knife, because like I said earlier, I get to combine all of my strengths into something I feel really proud of. I think I picked the perfect time in my "writing career", so to speak, to work on it because I feel like the writing style is very cohesive and it seems to have resonated with a lot of people so far, which makes me very happy. I hope you guys continue to enjoy my work going forward!

[queen--kenobi]

AITA for reminding my future wife (18F) that I love her?

Throwaway account because I don't trust her stalker not to find this and use it as proof I'm a bad person 🙄

I (19M) have been in love with this girl, E, since we were young. I even told one of my older brothers, we'll call him Tyw, I was gonna marry her and that E and I were destined to be like him and his late wife were. She knows this. We talked about our wedding when we were 14 and 15.

When she turned 16, she started acting real cold around me, and I don't understand what I did. It doesn't matter because I'm going to marry her, but it bothered me a little. I just chalked it up to her getting really early wedding jitters. I decided to go ahead and plan our wedding so she wouldn't have to worry about a thing.

When she turned 17 she started talking to one of our mutual friends, D (19M). We're a close-knit community so everyone knows everyone. I thought it was just her trying to make me jealous so I just stopped talking to her for several months. I don't play petty games. Anyway, I couldn't take not talking to her so when Tyw went to go check on her family and their business (they work for us), I tagged along. I talked to her, and I told her as soon as she turned 18 she'd officially be mine. It shouldn't have been a surprise; we'd been talking about it for going on 4 years now. She acted like I'd slapped her. I also told her dad I was gonna propose, and he got super mad at me. E has always been a Daddy's girl so maybe that's why she got weird on me? I don't know why her dad doesn't like me, it's not like I did anything to him. I may have taken teasing his youngest, and E's younger brother R(14M) too hard, but that's it! I don't know what her dad's problem is.

Anyway, about 3 months before E turned 18 she ran away from home with D. At first I thought D kidnapped her! Naturally me and my brothers picked D up and questioned him. We did rough him up a bit, but like. I thought he kidnapped my future wife, I was totally justified! Tyw found a train ticket D left, and it was to the biggest city in our state. The only reason I didn't go right away was because another one of my brothers, Tyl, lives in that ciry. He could protect her if needed.

We roughed D up a bit more, and I guess we killed him at some point? I mean he deserved it because he forced my wife to leave me so idc.

I will say I might have taken it too far when I flayed him before we dropped him off at home. In my defense we brand all the guys who work for us. It's a cultural thing so you can't get mad at me it's totally normal here. Besides they know what they're in for we've been doing this forever. Plus, it's an honor to get it. I didn't flay him entirely, I just removed his brand because he didn't deserve it anymore, on account of him being a traitor.

R, her younger brother, turned 14 that week. He's a hard worker and his family has always listened to mine, so my brothers and I decided to give him the brand early. He was the youngest to get it.

I wrote E letters telling her all of this. My brother Tyl delivered them, although he refused to tell me where she lives. Sometimes I think he has a thing for her? Not the point. It does bother me, though. E never responded to any of my letters. Tyl eventually told me she probably didn't want to hear from me because I killed D. If I could explain myself in person, I knew she'd forgive me!

The day before her birthday I had Tyl make arrangements for me, her, and him to go to lunch. I wanted to surprise her and show her that I was serious about marrying her and making it work. I took a train to her city. I eventually found out where she worked. It was weird, two rando brothers (Ae and Aem) were hanging off her arm! I really didn't loke the way Aem was looking at her. I'm pretty sure he was stalking her because he was following her everywhere. I also heard he'd announced she was under his protection? I admit that pissed me off because that's my job as her future husband.

I waited until she closed to talk to her. This guy came up to her and started harassing her? He threatened to kill her. I couldn't sit back and watch, so I killed him. E seemed totally surprised to see me, which was nice. I had hoped to surprise her. She took me back to her house and let me stay on her couch as a thank you. I woke up before her so I fixed some stuff around her place.

She woke up, and Tyl came by so we all went to lunch. Tyl didn't get reservations where I wanted, which pissed me off a little. When we went to lunch, I gave E a hair comb made of gold with pearls in it. It was a huge deal because it's a way to announce an engagement. She didn't open it and kept trying to give it back, which pissed me off because it was expensive! Tyl even tried to get me to take it back. And then Aem came in and asked E to a birthday dinner at his family home and gave her a gift? She accepted it too, probably just to be nice. I snuck my gift into her handbag because I was tired of arguing with her.

After we took E home, Tyl got really mad at me. He doesn't get mad often so this really threw me off. He was saying I embarrassed him and her by trying to do a public proposal. He said that I was coming off too strong and that I should give her some time? I absolutely think he just wants her, but still. It bothered me. I just wanted E to know I love her and think about her! When I went home, I talked to Tyw. He said when I bring her back I should remind her of her place. I'm thinking if branding her before our wedding? I'd normally wait until after, but Tyw does have a point.

TL;DR: My future wife ran away, so I wrote her letters to remind her I loved her and even tried to surprise on her birthday. I even killed 2 men for her. She and one of my brothers think I took it too far, but another one of my brothers said I need to remind her of her place. I just did this all because I need her to know I love her. AITA?

[demadogs]

Hey! Can you rec your favourite snowbaz fics? I keep seeing some posts in between that mention them and i am curious of the names. (Also I know a lot of people in fandom who refused to read the other two books but pls give them a shot. Awtwb is my fav, even more than CO!!)

PS. Shoutout to you and @kidovna for being the only active snowbaz and byler fans i know of! I feel represented!

HELL YEAH I CAN!!!!!!! ive had people ask me for byler fic recs and i couldnt even give them an answer bc literally the only fanfiction i ever read is snowbaz. ive read maybe 4 byler fics total but i read snowbaz fics multiple times a week which is honestly crazy considering i first read the book like 7 years ago and im still wanting more content every day.

most of these arent that long bc i personally like to read something i can read in one sitting or at most 2-3 days. but if you do want a wholeass novel boy do i have an author for you (philaetos).

the wheel by sleepdeprivedphilosopher

this is one of my favorite fics ever and its also by one of my favorite authors. its an au but theres still magic. simon and baz are in this never ending cycle of constantly being reincarnated in a new life together. theyre always rivals and simon always ends up killing baz but every life the situation for why theyre rivals is different. (this isnt a spoiler you find out pretty soon) the reason for this is that the first time simon killed baz he begged fate, who is like an actual personified thing you can talk to, to give him another chance so she “spun the wheel” and allowed him to be able to have another chance every time he messes up and kills him. so theyve been reincarnated for like centuries. its so good that i wish it was a whole book with completely new characters. i hope this author some day actually write a novel like this i love the plot so fucking much. it kinda reminds me of the show dark which is my favorite show of all time.

do as your told by IL46

also one of my favorite authors. they havent posted that much but everything they have i LOVE!!!!!!!! this one is my favorite tho. simon accidentally curses baz with a compulsion spell that forces him to do whatever anyone tells him to do and they work together with penny to try and create a counter spell for this ancient illegal spell that has no current counter. bazs life is pretty much ruined and hes really going through it but simon helps him. lots of hurt/comfort. i really loved this one.

love alarm by nevergonnacallmedarling

my favorite kinds of snowbaz fics are ones with a spell gone wrong and this is one of those. someone casts a spell that makes everyone whos within ten feet of someone theyre in love with have an alarm go off in their heart announcing their love. so baz is fucked and hes avoiding simon at all costs its really fun (not for him).

kiss it better by krisrix

this one SLAPS simon gets slashed by a goblin in the leg and the only way baz could help is with the kiss it better spell but hes so scared to do it bc he has to kiss the wound and ya know vampire and all that. i love this one.

a room just for two by krisrix

another banger by this author. its just late night conversations between the two of them and they slowly become more and more friendly and open up to each other more and more.

dream with eyes open by krisrix

i love this author ok. this ones about simon invading baz’s dreams over the summer break with “psychological warfare”.

sweet dreams by annabellelux

simon has nightmares so baz casts sweet dreams on him every night but that just leads to simon having romantic dreams about baz.

dont hate the player hate the game by annabellelux

i fucking love truth or dare fics

and these are some much longer ones if thats more what youre looking for. i actually am all here for the slowburn and thats it so ngl to you i ditched both of philaetos’ fics after they kissed even tho theres was so much left but i still recommend it because the slow burn slaps.

wondrous and mystical by philaetos

i fucking LOVE philaetos theyre fantastic. this one takes place right after baz gets back from being kidnapped and it really explores his trauma bc the book really brushed over the fact that he was literally locked in a coffin for over a month. so this is simon and baz slowly becoming friends and simon noticing that somethings definitely wrong with baz. i also like fics where simon finds out baz is gay well before they get together and that happens in this one.

ours by phileatos

this one everythings the same but baz has extremely bad internalized homophobia. i havent seen any other fics that arent aus explore this concept and i wish more people wrote it its an interesting take. baz honestly reminds me of mike in this fic.

the truth will set you free by sorbriqette

another classic fucked up spell trope. baz is spelled to tell the truth if hes hiding something he wants to tell someone so naturally he avoids everyone at all costs for weeks

i could recommend so much more honestly there are so many talented writers in this fandom. about the second and third books, im glad you loved them but i honestly will probably never read them for the same reason as me not finishing philaetos’ fics. im here for the slow burn i really dont care about established relationship that much when it comes to enemies to lovers (friends to lovers i eat it up but enemies i just love the angst). and i know they break up in the second book and i just KNOW id put the book down the second they do and never pick it up again even tho i know they get back together eventually. i just think carry on was perfect and i dont want anything to risk ruining it.

[kworldsportsnews]

Goalie Clash Nearly Ignites in Kings' Blowout Win Over Bruins

A lopsided Sunday night game at Crypto.com Arena turned into something far more memorable than just the final score. The Los Angeles Kings trounced the Boston Bruins 7-2, but what had 18,000 fans on their feet wasn’t a goal — it was what almost became a rare, full-blown goalie fight between Darcy Kuemper and Jeremy Swayman.

In a league where true netminder scraps have become unicorns, this nearly-happened moment had all the ingredients: rising tension, flying gloves, exposed fists, and the electricity of two goalies skating to center ice, ready to square off.

It didn’t happen — but it almost did. And sometimes, that’s even better.

Heat Sparks in Second Period Chaos

The sequence that set the firestorm in motion came late in the second period. Bruins forward Marat Khusnutdinov was sent flying into Kuemper after taking a shove from Kings winger Tanner Jeannot. Though the collision looked more like a result of the domino effect than malicious intent, Kuemper wasn’t having any of it.

In a flash, the Kings netminder was on his feet, grabbing Khusnutdinov and tearing off his helmet in frustration. The building erupted, both benches stood up, and the referees jumped in to dish out a pair of penalties — one for roughing to Kuemper and one for goaltender interference to the Bruins.

From the other end of the rink, Jeremy Swayman watched it all — and then made his move.

He skated out, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on Kuemper. Without hesitation, Kuemper met him halfway. Both tossed their gloves. Both shed their helmets. The fans went absolutely berserk.

And then — nothing. No punches. No takedown. No fight. Just adrenaline hanging in the air, heavy and unfulfilled, as the officials stepped in just in time to separate the two.

It was a moment frozen in time — the kind that makes highlight reels even if no punches are thrown.

Coaches Hold Their Breath, Fans Cry Out for More

On the Kings bench, head coach Jim Hiller looked both amused and uneasy.

“Fans probably loved it,” Hiller said postgame, cracking a smile. “But us coaches? Nah. You don’t want your number one goalie risking injury like that.”

He has good reason to be protective. Kuemper has been a fortress at home this season, not losing in regulation on home ice since early December. With a 25-3-4 record at Crypto.com Arena, L.A. has the NHL’s best home performance — and Kuemper is at the heart of it.

“Best hockey he’s played in a long time,” Hiller added. “We need that guy healthy in April. Not throwing uppercuts in March.”

Swayman’s response was more emotional — a flash of loyalty.

“He ripped off one of our guy’s helmets,” Swayman told reporters. “I’m not just going to sit back and watch that happen. I was ready. He was ready. But the refs did their job.”

Both goalies were slapped with minor penalties for leaving their creases, but neither was ejected. Cooler heads prevailed — just barely.

Rare Sight: The Goalie Fight That Almost Was

Full-on goalie fights are almost extinct in today’s NHL. You’d have to go back over five years to find the last real instance — February 1, 2020 — when Mike Smith and Cam Talbot went toe-to-toe during a Battle of Alberta between Edmonton and Calgary.

Since then, the league has flirted with a few close encounters. In 2023, St. Louis’ Jordan Binnington tried to bait Marc-Andre Fleury into a duel, but linesmen ended it before it began. Even then, Binnington got suspended for taking a swing at another player.

Swayman, interestingly enough, seems to be looking for that old-school heat. He previously tried to spark a scrap with Joseph Woll of Toronto last season. Woll didn’t engage.

“He’s not reckless,” said one Bruins teammate. “He just has pride. He stands up for the boys.”

On Sunday night, Kuemper showed he’s got that edge too. Maybe it’s a goalie thing. Maybe it’s the playoff pressure starting to simmer early. Whatever it is, both men walked away with added respect from fans and teammates alike.

Beyond the Scoreboard: A Message Sent

The Kings didn’t just win — they dominated. From puck drop to final buzzer, it was their show. Goals came early, often, and from all over the lineup. But what lingered wasn’t the goals. It was the stare-down. The gloves on the ice. The referees yanking giants apart.

“It lit a fire,” said Kings forward Adrian Kempe. “It gets the bench buzzing. Like, hey — we’re in this together. No one’s pushing us around.”

Moments like this are reminders that hockey isn’t just a sport of skill. It’s a game of heart, of heat, of loyalty. And when two goalies are willing to cross center ice to make a point, it sends a message bigger than any stat line.

Will We See Round Two?

With the regular season winding down, it’s unclear if these teams will meet again. But if they do, fans won’t forget what nearly took place in Los Angeles.

Kuemper and Swayman didn’t land punches, but they landed something else — a moment burned into the memory of the arena and the wider hockey world.

Social media exploded within minutes. Clips of the encounter went viral. Commentators dubbed it “the highlight of the game,” even in a 7-2 blowout.

These kinds of encounters are rare now. Maybe that’s what makes them so electric. When goalies — the last line of defense, the most protected players on the ice — decide to take matters into their own hands, the whole game changes, even for just a second.

Final Thoughts: The Fight That Didn’t Happen — But Left a Mark

In a sport that thrives on raw emotion, grit, and moments that can’t be measured in box scores, Sunday night’s goalie showdown-that-wasn’t was exactly the kind of theater hockey fans live for.

No fists flew. No one got hurt. But still, everyone walked away knowing something special almost happened.

And maybe that’s enough.

Source: Kings vs Bruins

[semi-imaginary-place]

pokemon scarlet 1

uncanny textures and jank. Principal dude just pops into existence. This game is so janky but i want my crystal pokemon. The collision detection sucks too i cant talk to quaxly. They slapped a bad feather texture onto poor koraidon. The clipping underground is consistent like 70% of battles enough that i thought it was water or something before i realized fuecoco was standing on the sky. All the shadows flicker on and off constantly.

As someone who likes octopath traveler and wandering around this is great. Cant enter buildings but the ships actually sell stuff. That was one disappointment in swsh was there were so many shops you couldn't buy hinge at.

Wow it's actually lagging. I clipped through a door. The textured and lighting on everything suck!

I get what they were doing introducing the legendaries early but that means cyclizar is super underutilized. Like imagine if we got a cyclizar like everyone else and only in late game was it transformed or we got the legendary. Also wow they city's just going to let us ride around in the city. Also it's so funny that this is some motorcycle lizard but the "wheels" are just for show and it runs around on all 4 legs.

Pawmi my beloved...

The olive town gym leader doesn't have an smolive. Missed opportunity. Also she's a baker but doesn't have any of the baked pokemon like fidough is right there, alcremie slurpuff.

Ah damn it I didn't realize i'd be stuck with the uniform. Bought scarlet because it was on sale if i'd known I'd be stuck in orange I would have bought violet.

Who built the water city in the desert this is like swimming pools in la levels of wtf. Cosafurra or whatever surprised there isnt that seafood restaurant given the branding matches this town. There's a constant sandstorm no way all that water does turn to mud. Bro keeps talking about the sea we aint no where near the ocean

I will day i like the characters so far. I wanna cheer nemona on she just loves pokemon battles. Arven cooks he crafts trinkets what doesn't he do.

Sure the textures suck and this game feels like an alpha concept make up but the unplayable part is that it sets off my motion sickness something about the camera movement.

The duality of sv: on one hand the best human designs in the franchise like hello geeta?? Rika?? Jaqc! Mela!! Brassius. I could chew on these designs like candy. On the other hand in game 3d models, textures, lighting that look like ass (they massacred jacq) the graphics in this game are so bad.

It's a shame the stands and restaurants were given more thought like kofu's restaurant could have tied to that blue banner sushi place since it matches his apon and the flagship is in one city and the chains in others. Or the aesthetics and architecture cascarafa with the white walls and light colors matched that one restaurant but i couldn't find one in the city. just like a little more environmental story telling could have been done.

Pawmot was a mistake the line should have stayed a 2 evo chain. All 3 are just modifications of pawmi's design (which is peak) but pawmot just looks like a knockoff pawmo. The extra fluff detracts from the sleek roundness of the design. Also the model is jank.

I can't change out of the uniform?? NOOOOOOO i didnt know and chose scarlet and now I'm stuck in orange. I dont like orange. This was my mistake.

Gyms should have been level synced that power scaling otherwise is so janky. I did katy, kofu, larry. Kofu wiped me 4 times. Then brassius iono when i realized their levels and slept through the fights.

I was vaguely confused about tera types for a while because the game doesnt explain very well that it replaces the defensive typing but combined with the offensive typing. Ah well thats what the internet is for. Fans have been talking for years about 3 type pokemon and i feel like so far it's been a series of lost opportunities. Like lectric mismagius? Really should have been psychic mismagius at least. Or what about bug flygon and drapion. Water dragalge. Dragon gyarados or charizard. Like gyrados really would have fit kofu (or maybe blastoise or wiscash) and instead of always being able to predict the tera type this would have made things more interesting. Fighting inciniroar. Poison shiontic. Grass florges. Also looking at the gym leaders what an absolute missed opportunity for larry's gym and elite 4 teams to be exactly the same it would have been so funny.

[donttalkaboutmemes]

Mulan (1998) Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 150+ sentences from the 1998 version of Mulan to use for your enjoyment!    

1.      “Now all of China knows you’re here.”

2.      “We’ll set up defenses around the palace immediately.”

3.      “Send your troops to protect my people.”

4.      “I believe my troops can stop him.”

5.      “A single grain of rice can tip the scale. One man may be the difference between victory and defeat.”

6.      “Whose the smartest doggy in the world?”

7.      “Remember, the doctor said three cups of tea in the morning and three at night.”

8.      “You should already be in town. We are counting on you to uphold the family honor.”

9.      “I’m going to pray some more.”

10.   “The matchmaker is not a patient woman.”

11.   “I should have prayed to the ancestors for luck.”

12.   “How lucky can they be? They’re dead.”

13.   “This is your chance to prove yourself.”

14.   “Who spit in her bean curd?”

15.   “Recite the final admonition.”

16.   “Fulfill our duties calmly and respectfully.”

17.   “This shall bring you honor and glory.”

18.   “Now, pour the tea.”

19.   “To please your future in-laws, you must demonstrate a sense of dignity and refinement.”

20.   “You may look like a bride, but you will never bring your family honor!”

21.   “My, my. What beautiful blossoms we have this year. But look, this one’s late. I’ll bet that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all.”

22.   “By order of the Emperor, one man from every family must serve in the imperial army.”

23.   “I will serve the Emperor in my father’s place.”

24.   “I am ready to serve the emperor.”

25.   “You would do well to teach your daughter to hold her tongue in a man’s presence.”

26.   “You dishonor me.”

27.   “You shouldn’t have to go! There are plenty of young men to fight!”

28.   “It is an honor to protect my country and my family.”

29.   “So you’ll die for honor?”

30.   “I will die doing what’s right.”

31.   “I know my place! It is time you learned yours!”

32.   “You must go after her. She could be killed.”

33.   “So tell me what mortal needs my protection, great ancestor! You just say the word and I’m there!”

34.   “These are the family guardians.”

35.   “And you, O demoted one?”

36.   “One family reunion comin’ right up.”

37.   “Rise and shine. Ya’ll way past the beauty sleep thing, trust me.”

38.   “Don’t look at me. She gets it from your side of the family.”

39.   “She’s just trying to help her father.”

40.   “Dishonor will come to the family. Traditional values will disintegrate.”

41.   “Your great-granddaughter had to be a cross-dresser!”

42.   “Let a guardian bring her back.”

43.   “We must send the most powerful of all.”

44.   “You are not worthy of this spot.”

45.   “Just one chance, is that too much to ask?”

46.   “I’m doomed and all cause Miss Man decides to take her little drag show on the road.”

47.   “Go get her? What’s the matter with you?”

48.   “The emperor will stop you.”

49.   “By building this wall, he challenged my strength. Well, I’m here to play his game.”

50.   “Tell your emperor to send his strongest armies.”

51.   “How many men does it take to deliver a message?”

52.   “I see you have a sword. I have one, too. They’re very manly and tough.”

53.   “Who am I fooling? It’s going to take a miracle to get me into the army.”

54.   “Did I hear someone ask for a miracle?”

55.   “Your serpentine salvation is at hand, for I have been sent by your ancestors to guide you through your masquerade!”

56.   “If the army finds out you’re a girl, the penalty is death!”

57.   “Who am I? Who am I? I am the guardian of lost souls! I am the powerful, the pleasurable, the indestructible.”

58.   “My ancestors sent a little lizard to help me?”

59.   “Dragon. Dra-gon. Not lizard. I don’t do that tongue thing.”

60.   “I’m travel size for your convenience!”

61.   “My powers are beyond your mortal imagination.”

62.   “All right, that’s it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! Make a note of this. Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!”

63.   “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before.”

64.   “You’re gonna have to trust me. And don’t you slap me no more.”

65.   “This is it. Time to show ‘em your man walk. Shoulders back, chest high, feet apart, head up, and strut.”

66.   “It’s all attitude. Be tough, like this guy here.”

67.   “Punch him. It’s how men say hello.”

68.   “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy.”

69.   “Relax and chant with me.”

70.   “Chicken boy? Say that to my face, ya limp noodle!”

71.   “Excellent strategy, sir. I do love surprises.”

72.   “You will stay and train the new recruits.”

73.   “This is an enormous responsibility. Perhaps a soldier with more experience…”

74.   “I don’t need anyone causing trouble in my camp.”

75.   “Sorry you had to see that, but you know how it is when you get those manly urges and you just gotta kill something. Fix things. Cook outdoors.”

76.   “Your commanding officer just asked you a question.”

77.   “I’ve got a name. And it’s a boy’s name, too.”

78.   “I didn’t ask for his name. I asked for yours!”

79.   “Tomorrow the real work begins.”

80.   “You know, we have to work on your people skills.”

81.   “Remember, it’s your first day of training, so listen to your teacher and no fighting. Play nice with the other kids, unless one of the other kids wanna fight, then you have to kick the other kids butt.”

82.   “But I don’t wanna kick the other kid’s butt.”

83.   “Lets see your war face!”

84.   “I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover.”

85.   “That’s my tough looking warrior. That’s what I’m talking about. Now get out there and make me proud.”

86.   “Wait! You forgot your sword!”

87.   “My little baby, off to destroy people.”

88.   “Looks like our new friend slept in this morning.”

89.   “Are ya hungry? Cause I owe you a knuckle sandwich.”

90.   “You will assemble swiftly and silently every morning. Anyone who acts otherwise will answer to me.”

91.   “The quickest way to the emperor is through that pass.”

92.   “This is not a good idea. What if somebody sees you?”

93.   “Just because I look like a man doesn’t mean I have to smell like one.”

94.   “We’re doomed! There are a couple of things I know they’re bound to notice!”

95.   “Come back here. I know we were jerks to you before, so let’s start over.”

96.   “I never want to see a naked man again.”

97.   “Hey, don’t look at me. I ain’t bitin’ no more butts.”

98.   “You think your troops are ready to fight? They would not last a minute against the Huns!”

99.   “Those boys are no more fit to be soldiers than you are to be captain.”

100. “The general may be your father, but I am the emperor’s counsel. And by the way, I got that job on my own.”

101.  “I’ll hold him and you punch.”

102.  “For what it’s worth, I think you’re a great captain.”

103.  “I saw that. You like him, don’t you?”

104.  “I think it’s time we took this war into our own hands.”

105.  “You men owe me a new pair of slippers.”

106.  “We’re in a war, man! There’s no time for stupid questions!”

107.   “Search for survivors.”

108.   “I don’t understand. My father should’ve been here.”

109.   “We’re the only hope for the emperor now.”

110.   “Prepare to fight. If we die, we die with honor.”

111.   “You missed! How could you miss? It was three feet in front of you!”

112.   “Man, you are one lucky bug.”

113.   “We’re gonna die! We are definitely gonna die! No way we survive this! Death is coming!”

114.   “I knew we could do it! You the man! Well…sort of.”

115.   “You are the craziest man I’ve ever met. And for that, I owe you my life. From now on, you have my trust.”

116.  “I knew there was something wrong with you.”

117.  “I did it to save my father.”

118. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. It was the only way. Please, believe me.”

119. “A life for a life. My debt is repaid.”

120. “I was this close. This close to impressing the ancestors, getting the top shelf, an entourage. Man. All my fine work.”

121. “I should have never left home.”

122. “You went to save your father’s life. Who knew you’d end up shaming him and disgracing your ancestors and losing all your friends?”

123.  “Maybe what I really wanted was to prove I could do things right, so when I looked in the mirror I’d see someone worthwhile. But I was wrong. I see nothing.”

124. “Your ancestors never sent me. They don’t even like me.”

125. “You risked your life to help people you love. I risked your life to help myself. At least you had good intentions.”

126.  “I’ll have to face my father sooner or later.”

127.  “We started this thing together, and that’s how we’ll finish it.”

128.   “Are we in this together or not?”

129.   “Well, let’s go kick some hunny buns!”

130.   “You don’t belong here. Go home.”

131.    “Keep your eyes open. I know they’re here.”

132.   “I know what this means to you. Your father would have been very proud.”

133.   “Your walls and armies have fallen, and now it’s your turn. Bow to me.”

134.   “I tire of your arrogance, old man. Bow to me!”

135.   “No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it.”

136.   “You took away my victory.”

137.   “So what’s the plan? You don’t have a plan?”

138.    “It looks like you’re out of ideas.”

139.   “That creature’s not worth protecting.”

140.   “She’s a woman. She’ll never be worth anything.”

141.   “I’ve heard a great deal about you. You stole your father’s armor, ran away from home, impersonated a soldier, deceived your commanding officer, dishonored the army, destroyed my palace. And you have saved us all.”

142.   “See to it that this woman is a member of my council.”

143.   “There are no council positions open, your majesty.”

144.   “With all due respect, your excellency, I think I’ve been away from home long enough.”

145.  “Take this so your family will know what you have done for me, and this, so the world will know what you have done.”

146.   “Is she allowed to do that?”

147.   “Um…you…you fight good.”

148.  “The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.”

149.  “You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty.”

150.  “The greatest gift and honor is having you for a daughter.”

151.  “She brings home a sword. If you ask me, she should’ve brought home a man.”

152.   “Sign me up for the next war!”

153.   “Would you like to stay forever?”

154.   “Come on. Tell me. Who did a good job?”

155.   “You can be a guardian again.”

156.   “You know, she gets it from my side of the family.”

[heyclickadee]

I’m so sorry, @apocalyp-tech-a—I meant to thank you for the tag and and then didn’t type it out. This was fun!

1. Your favorite member of the bad batch is: All of them. I’m sorry.

2. Because: They’re all fantastic and I can’t choose.

3. You identify the most with: Tech, Hunter, and Gonky.

4. Because: Tech, because I recognize a lot of his traits and behaviors in myself, especially the version of myself that existed before I started masking heavily. I’ve had the conversation that Tech has with Omega in the cave scene in “The Crossing” before, though I’ve never handled it half as well as Tech did. Hunter, because I’m a chronically exhausted oldest sibling who has no idea how to handle failure, and I get overloaded just hearing the air conditioner and the electricity in the walls, so I feel for a guy who’s got his senses cranked up to fifteen AND can sense electromagnetic fields. Like. That’s got to be so overwhelming all the time. And Gonky, because I, too, am a rectangle who makes funny noises.

5. Your favorite minor character from the show: Aaaahhhhhh I don’t know. Most of them, but let’s go with Phee and Mayday in a solid tie.

6. Because: Phee’s a pirate, repatriator of cultural artifacts, adventurer, treasure hunter, has oodles of confidence, intelligence, and fantastic taste in men. Mayday’s just…he’s Mayday. He’s so fun and snarky and SAD I just. *cries in “The Outpost”*

7. A TBB-centric piece or post of yours that you’re most proud of: Probably my “Omega deserves to be angry,” painting.

8. Because: I wasn’t super happy with how it looked, but I was still proud of it because it was the first piece of art of any kind that wasn’t either for work or for school that I took farther than a sketch and actually finished in years. Long story, but I had to switch careers and go back to school in my late twenties, got a job at a call center to pay for rent and food at least, and by halfway through my junior year of school round 2: career switch boogaloo, I was so desperate to get away from the call center that I found a full time (technically freelance) gig at a small local game studio at the same time I was going to school full time and working on my senior film. Between the call center, which was…a bad fit, let’s say, working full time at the studio, and full time school + capstone project, I got a little burned out. A lot burned out. So, so burned out, and I haven’t recovered. After graduation I didn’t draw or model anything that wasn’t strictly for work for about a year and a half, and even doing it for work was a stretch a lot of the time. I’m only just now starting to get back into it and, honestly, I’m super rusty at anything that’s not the kind of stuff I do at work (mostly models of teeth and bones). So it was really nice to actually finish something that was just for me.

9. Link: https://www.tumblr.com/heyclickadee/723760359202258944/omega-deserves-to-be-angry

10. A TBB piece of fanart that slaps so hard you enjoy and why: That one piece of fanart of Crosshair strapped down on that torture slab and crying by @beetlecrest because holy shit. The colors? The emotion? The textures? It’s GUT-WRENCHING but it’s so, so well done.

11. Link: GO LOOK AT IT https://www.tumblr.com/beetlecrest/724401897544597504/it-was-heartbreaking-to-see-crosshair-get-strapped

12. A TBB-centric fanfic that gives you life you enjoy and why?: I really like @niobiumao3’s Obliquity, partly because it’s a Tech Lives fic, partly because it’s Techphee, but especially because they’ve got a really interesting take on Phee’s backstory. Also, Jedi Phee!! And I have to put @eclec-tech’s A Crosshair Carol in here, too. The end of the first chapter punched me in the gut.

13: Links: Obliquity: https://www.tumblr.com/niobiumao3/715766610818973696/obliquity-niobium-star-wars-the-bad-batch

A Crosshair Carol: https://www.tumblr.com/eclec-tech/704074527449219072/a-crosshair-carol-chapter-1-amberowl24-star

14. A TBB headcanon or trope that is basically canon to you: The Bad Batch trained as commandos their entire lives, but the Kaminoans never intended to let them out into the field. It’s not that they weren’t capable, but they were an experiment, and depending on your point of view sort of a failed experiment; they’re fantastic at what they do, but all that conditioning the Kaminoans put the clones through didn’t really take with them. But then Cody stepped in directly after the battle of Kamino and vouched for them, thinking their skills would be useful despite (or because) of their differences, and then the Kaminoans decided, well, okay, let’s see how this experiment does in a field test.

15. Color(s) you think would suit Crosshair if he were given “mercenary” armor: A blue that isn’t quite gray with red and orange highlights here and there.

16. One thing you NEED to see happen in season three: Tech being alive, first of all, though that’s less of a need and more of an expectation. When I said that I was going to talk about Tech’s survival as a matter-of-fact after the Joel Aron tweet, I meant it. He’s alive, and the onus is on the show to prove him otherwise.

What I really need, though? I need this little family to be okay. I neeeeeed the clone force 99 family to be okay. A worrying percentage of my mental health is hinging on this family being okay in the end.

NPT (also sorry if you already did this): @im-no-jedi @lightwise @littlefeatherr @eriexplosion @eclec-tech

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[tobi-smp]

with the new game theory up about gen loss there’s been some discourse going back and forth, namely with people expressing their annoyance and others reacting as if game theory is the victim of cringe culture and deserve a chance.

this isn’t a full break down on everything that game theory (and matpat specifically) has done wrong, or even a call to cancel him, but rather my personal experience with the channel as someone who’d been a fan from basically the beginning of the channel who instead started avoiding it entirely.

1: consistent background transphobia. things like misgendering frisk for several videos and streams despite people actively trying to correct him or making lazy “I sexually identify as an attack helicopter” jokes during stream as late as 2020.

2: while it’s very true that pewdiepie is an ingrained part of youtube and it’s not uncommon to have him show up in creators’ histories, game theory has not only actively promoted him through controversies, has not only defended him through controversies, but has actively “called youtube out” for giving pewdiepie a slap on the wrist by leaving him out of youtube rewind in 2019 (and, hilariously enough, claimed that it was proof that youtube was silencing gamers on the platform). other creators tend to be Ignorant to pewdiepie’s alt right following and larger controversies, but matpat clearly knows and has used his influence to actively back pewdiepie up.

and sure, I do think the answer is that he’s probably still ignorant to a degree, but this is to the point of malicious ignorance. judging by what I’ve seen of him over the years I’d peg him as a centrist, but that doesn’t change the ugly ideas that he ended up placing himself behind knowingly or not.

3: he’s a serial theory thief. he’s stolen dozens of theories at this point by either taking them wholesale or combining them with other theories that he’s Also stolen to get something new. he does this without asking permission and often without credit. and even when he Does give “credit” what this will often amount to is a single line at the bottom of his description no one will ever read.

I understand why he’d rely on ideas from the communities themselves while theory crafting, he’s been doing this for a very long time and breaking a series down enough to say anything meaningful about it Takes Time. but the lack of verbal credit within the videos themselves is unacceptable. the fact that this has been a consistent issue For Years paints it not as an accident but as intentional on his part. this is speculation, but in my opinion it seems to me that he’s worried people will notice when what he actually has to add to a conversation is Rather Thin compared to what he’s lifted from other people, so he just avoids giving credit and hopes that people won’t notice.

4: his theory on petscop, which is what Actively made me choose to stop watching him forever.

I won’t get into specifics, but a part of his theory was connecting the plot of the story to the real murder of a child that was, to his credit, referenced within the unfiction series/arg. which is Cringe but wouldn’t be worth listing as a crime on it’s own.

however what he did was describe the murder of this child In Every Horrific Detail in the most disrespectful way I have ever seen. the only warning for this that he put was a general content advisory on the episode being “dark and upsetting” at the beginning, which frankly Was Not Sufficient. it was disrespectful to the memory of the child and potentially triggering for the viewer (which I know from experience).

there was no reason to do this in the way that he did and I can’t think about the man without remembering it.

none of this is a condemnation of anyone who’s a fan of game theory, but rather a psa for anyone who believes that the dislike for the channel or the man behind it comes purely from cringe culture. he’s done things that categorize anywhere from “genuinely concerning implications for his real views as a person” to “generally a dick move,” and either way is a perfectly valid reason to simply not like the man and not want to see him in your spaces.

I’d also like to encourage people to add onto this with their own points, as I frankly don’t want to see more of him to find out what else he’s gotten into since I started avoiding his content like the plague.