#AND I AM NOT DISAPPOINTED BY THE RESULT IN THE SLIGHTEST

[hard-core-super-star]

make you mine this season [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x barton!reader

summary: a badly timed snowstorm leaves you unable to make it to the barton farm for christmas. thankfully, a certain archer shows up to keep you company.

warnings: none, i think? just really cheesy, holiday rom-com type of fluff [i say this as if i've watched any holiday rom-com besides happiest season and the holiday 😶]; kate's a dork [wow, what a shock]; idiots in love; past mentions of bishova; bad jokes?; snowstorm; cheesy gifts bc kate can't talk about her feelings

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: HI, EVERYONE, I'M ALIVE! and it wouldn't be a rubix fic if it WASN'T posted a little late 😅 i hope you all had a fantastic holiday season and that you'll accept this very cheesy Christmas fic <3 [and maybe that last line is very self-indulgent but that's none of your business, if you know you know]

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You’re no stranger to loneliness but things were bordering on ridiculous. Not only have you spent the past two years ridiculously in love with a certain purple-loving archer, you’re also on the verge of spending Christmas by yourself thanks to the worst-timed snowstorm of all time.

And maybe the first part of your unfortunate situation is your fault but that doesn’t stop the waves of disappointment from crashing into you.

This year was supposed to be different. 

That’s what you had told yourself in an effort to convince yourself to tell the young archer about your feelings for her. It was a strategy that almost worked…until a certain blonde decided to accept Kate’s offer for drinks…which turned into a date…which turned into a second date…which turned into the longest four months of your life.

You could never be one to be mad at someone else’s happiness but that didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely defeated every time you saw them together. There was no one to blame except you for the brunette’s lack of knowledge about your feelings and that only made everything worse.

It was impossible to ignore the ache in your chest when your eyes met Kate’s or the heavy jealousy that clouded most of your interactions with her. Maybe if you had been less into your head about the whole thing, you would have realized the way the archer’s smile never seemed to reach her eyes. 

Eyes that followed you every time you walked away.

You never noticed the traces of darkness that clung to her usually radiant persona but you were the first person at her side when the break up happened. She offered little to no details besides an awkward joke about the relationship ending almost exactly where it started right at the Rockefeller tree.

It was messed up in a way that made Kate want to make as many jokes about it as possible which resulted in you laughing at things that definitely weren’t funny and were just sad. Not as sad as spending the holidays completely alone and hopelessly in love with your best friend, though.

You were sure the archer was already well on her way to your dad’s farm which leaves you completely unprepared when the door to your apartment swings open to reveal her. She almost drops the key in her hand the second she realizes you’re home.

“What’re you doing here?” You question, doing your best to pretend you don’t see the gift bags she tries to hide behind her back.

You can practically see the wheels turning in her head before she’s finally able to respond. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at Clint’s?”

It’s hard not to laugh at the incredulous look on her face. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still as endearing as the first time. Back when she was just your dad’s protege and you hadn’t spent so many of your days learning the ins and outs of her complicated personality.

“Did the incoming snowstorm happen to slip your mind?”

“No, I just thought you’d want to go anyway,” she replies with a small shrug. 

“I’d rather not crash, Lila will never let me hear the end of it.”

Your words make her tilt her head to the side, the slightest hint of a pout on her face. “So…what, you’re just going to spend Christmas alone?”

“Yup. Kate, I’m not a kid anymore, nothing will happen if I spend one day by myself.”

“But it’s Christmas!” She exclaims, looking borderline offended that you’re so comfortable spending the holiday alone. 

“Is that why you’re breaking into my apartment?” You ask in a foolish attempt to stop yourself from asking her to spend the day with you. 

Just because she thought about you long enough to come drop off her, no doubt ridiculously expensive, gifts for you does not mean she wants to spend the holiday with you when she could easily spend it with anyone else.

The pink hue that overtakes her cheeks is a better gift than anything that could be inside the bags in her hand. “Well, uh…maybe…”  

She finally gathers enough courage to get rid of the distance between you with a bright, albeit nervous, smile on her face. You half-expect her to launch into some long ramble about why she just couldn’t stop herself from buying an insane amount of gifts for you this year but she doesn’t. 

For once in her life, Kate Bishop makes things easy for herself.

“I didn’t think I was going to make it to the farm on time so I was just going to drop these off for you…” She holds out the bag for you and you do your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart as you take it.

“Can I open it right now or will you get embarrassed?” 

“Both,” she replies through a chuckle. “I would leave but I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“Right, because I’m the one who gets lonely.”

“Shut up.”

It’s both a blessing and a curse to have broken through the archer’s defenses and right now, her cute reactions are beginning to feel like a curse. Although, that might just be your unrequited feelings talking.

A slightly awkward silence settles over both of you while you rifle through the overwhelming amount of purple tissue paper until you find your gift. You’re expecting another expensive necklace, maybe a bracelet this time, but what you’re met with is the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received…and probably the most thoughtful gift Kate has ever given.

What you end up pulling out of the bag is a leather journal with a beautiful engraving of yours and Kate’s initials. “Kate…is this-”

“Yeah, I, um…I couldn’t find a photo album that I liked so I sort of…made my own.”

You can’t stop yourself from flipping through the first couple of pages, caught somewhere between the euphoria of being given something so beautiful and the disappointment that comes with knowing it all only serves to fuel your love for the archer. 

Love you can’t express the way you want to.

Love that’s hidden between the pages of the journal you hold in your hands. 

You don’t notice and Kate isn’t really in a hurry to watch you read the series of rambles that make up her overdue confession so she lets the moment fade like she always has. It’s not like you can blame her for wanting to move on to something else, her lack of focus isn’t necessarily a secret, and you let yourself get carried away by her jokes and her stubborn need to make mac and cheese for you.

The archer manages to cook without setting your kitchen on fire and the two of you settle on your couch to watch the first cheesy Christmas movie you find. In all honesty…the movie is awful but the corny jokes make Kate laugh so you can’t find it in yourself to be too grumpy about the shitty writing.

Until the scene in front of you reminds you of the archer and her ex. You’re unable to hold back the jealousy-tinted snarkiness said reminder brings out of you. “I think Yelena watched this movie and then decided to be a dick just like the main character.”

Kate instantly turns toward you, staring at you with wide eyes that barely hide her amusement. “What?”

“What?” You feign confusion to avoid having to repeat yourself.

“You know what,” she replies with an eyeroll. “If I’m the one who got broken up with, why are you the one that’s still upset?”

“Because- wait, why are you not upset?”

Your uno-reverse of a response leaves Kate speechless for a few seconds and you prepare yourself for the series of jokes that will no doubt leave her mouth next. 

But Kate’s never been predictable.

“Because…she didn’t break my heart. She didn’t even own it in the first place.”

Her words spark the low flames of hope hidden in the depths of your heart. It feels impossible and if you were a believer, you might even say Santa’s on your side, helping to give you the one thing you’ve wished for more nights than you can count.

And yet you hesitate.

“What are you trying to say?” You ask, your voice so soft it borders on cautious.

“That I’m an idiot,” she replies with that same bright smile that made you fall for her so long ago. “And…I’d really like to kiss you.”

The world seems to slow down to a complete stop at that moment. 

You almost don’t even know what to do with yourself. Thankfully, you manage to kick yourself into action before the moment passes.

Kate’s awkwardness seems to disappear into thin air as she leans in toward you, meeting you halfway for the softest, sweetest, kiss you’ve ever had. And maybe nothing about it is perfect but it’s you and her and that’s all that matters for now.

[evergreen292]

Hmm, maybe I should elaborate on why I am so furious with the 600 strike and therefore totally disappointed in Epic the Musical.

Okay, there’s no problem with the help from the souls of the crew; let’s collectively forget that they should hate him because he was the reason for their deaths, and that they shouldn’t even be there since they died not near Ithaca, and Hades wasn’t likely giving them a day off from the underworld.

No problem with the wind bag, so conveniently delivered by the trident; okay, just a really wild coincidence.

But here the problems start:

1. Since when does a totally uncontrollable and turbulent storm act like a controllable jetpack?

2. Since when is Odysseus totally capable of not only using this jetbag with ease from the very start but also using it in a damn battle? Is that believable in the slightest?

3. Since this is Poseidon’s storm and Poseidon is fully capable of controlling it (as we see at the end), why didn’t he just turn the storm off a little bit earlier, right inside the jetbag, to get rid of Odysseus without any problem? Because the author says so? That’s just silly.

4. Why doesn’t Poseidon fight back but mostly just float helplessly? Yes, he is supposed to be a worse fighter at close range, but not helpless at close range! Why didn’t he even use his own sea for attack or defense? It’s his domain, after all! I saw an opinion that he was shocked because he felt pain for the first time in his divine life… but that’s just not true. He was eaten by his own father and spent his childhood in his stomach, where there was surely enough pain. Also, gods fought their own wars with titans and giants, so he must have experienced enough pain in battle. He even fought in disguise alongside mortals in the Trojan War. So it can’t be the reason. What is the reason? Masochism? Or does the author simply understand that there’s no way for Odysseus to win if Poseidon fights back or at least protects himself with water?

5. Why does Poseidon just let his trident lie on the ground for Odysseus to pick it up slowly? Poseidon was already pretty well beaten by this mortal, so I just don’t believe he didn’t consider Odysseus a threat at that moment. So… just why? Another author’s decision for the sake of a desirable (but totally illogical) Odysseus victory?

6. Why does Poseidon let himself be stabbed repeatedly by his own trident and not even try to take it back, run, or use water to evade? Is he really this masochistic? Another “because the author wants it so”? And we can see that Poseidon bears serious pain well enough, by the way.

7. Poseidon calling Odysseus a "monster" as an accusation is just hilarious because with all his ruthless philosophy, it should rather be a praise! So we have a clearly out-of-character Poseidon here. Also, I think he would rather die (being immortal, yes) than ask a mortal (!) for mercy! And all the “how would you sleep at night” is just so out of character for Poseidon from all the gods! He is ruthless himself, so… is he sleeping poorly at night all these thousands of years? Really? Does he genuinely consider his ruthless deeds something to regret? Do we have a straight PJO Poseidon here instead of our old epic one?! This line seems just forced for the sake of a “badass” Odysseus's response.

So we already have too many illogical moments that the author uses to get a desirable but totally unbeliveable result. But what about mythological accuracy? In Greek mythology, we have no examples of a god being literally defeated (not tricked or captured) by a mere human. Only wounded—twice—in the Iliad, but in the first case, it was Aphrodite, who is specifically described as weak in wartime. And in the second case with Ares, Athena was there invisibly, literally guiding Diomedes's spear to the weak spot with her own hand. So we can’t even say that it’s mythologically possible for a mere human to defeat a god, especially one whose power is comparable to Zeus.

So… now you can see why I am totally disappointed with the 600 strike.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

I was wondering how would the Professor Grant roleplay go between Steven and the reader

Maybe some spanking because the reader failing in his class 😈

I love your writings btw ❤

Anony, my heart is melting!❤️🥹

Your wish is my command!

Note: I'm so goddamn sorry for the (far too) late post, work was getting in the way :(

A+ is the way it's supposed to be

Steven Grant x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, soft dom!Steven, p in v, spanking, riding. (Lmk if I forgot some)

You and Steven decided to do a little 'Professor Grant' roleplay at your place.

Your Professor, Mr. Grant scheduled a personal tutoring to boost your grades up. It's already afternoon, Mr. Grant would be there soon, so you cleaned up and got your stuff for the tutoring ready. Mr. Grant had given you 'homework' to get ready. Of course you were studying a little bit. But right after that you got a little lazy and decided to get the rest, or atleast some of it from replaying Assassin's Creed Origins. After all, aquiring information from playing games is far more interesting than doing it by studying, right? So you thought...

20 minutes later your doorbell rang. You straightened your clothes and headed for the door before opening, revealing ideed Mr. Grant, wearing his typical blueish jacket and vintage shirt.

"Hello. Are you prepared for our tutoring?" He greeted with a sweet smile.

You stepped aside to let him enter, "Yes, I...I did." You nodded with a slight nervousness in your tone.

Steven went to your living room, sitting down on the couch and got his bag ready. Meanwhile you got him a glass of water before joining him, sitting down next to him on the couch.

"So? Are you ready? I will ask you some questions first." He informed.

He waited for you to agree before continuing. "First question, who was the first Egyptian god?"

You paused, brows furrowing a bit as you thought about the answer. A moment after, you looked up at Steven, "A-Anubis?" you tried your luck.

Steven shook his head and gave a weak smile, "Wrong. It was Atum. Next question: Who built the Pyramids?"

Please don't say aliens, please don't say aliens...

"Humans- I mean the Egyptians." You stuttered slightly.

Steven smiled, clapping his hands together, "See? I knew you could do it! But that was an easy one."

Steven opened his bag, pulling out some exams he made, handing them to you. "I give you thirty minutes to finish. And since you must have done your homework, you'll answer atleast most of them correctly, yeah?"

The exams were kind of hard for you mostly, given how you didn't study and prepared yourself. What was the name of the bird like god again? Horus?

Which god punishes people before they even get the chance to do something bad? Must have been Osiris, right? Right?!

What animal is Ammit again??

The amount of blackouts you had was high, you were playing around with the pen in your hand, biting your lip nervously.

Soon enough your time was up and Steven collected it for a look over. You stood infront of him, nervously playing with your hands knowing you did miserably. Steven, who sat on your couch looked up at you, gently taking off his glasses, setting it down.

"Did you do your homework?" He asked calmy with the slightest hint of disappointment in his voice.

"I was trying to help myself..." You gulped.

"Help yourself? Ohh, did you play that stupid video game where you run around in Egypt as an Assassin?" Came his reply.

"Yes." You nodded embarrassed.

Steven sighed, "Y'see, as your Professor it is my job to ensure you do well. I gave you all the necessary information you needed." Steven placed a hand on your shoulder, "But if you refuse to do what you're told, I am allowed to punish you. Normally I'd give you a second chance but..." he sighed dramatically, "seeing your latest results, I'm afraid I have no other option as to punish you." Steven gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, before his hand travelled down your back, stopping just above your butt.

"How 'bout a little spanking?" He asked softly, his hand going to your butt now to give it a squeeze. "Bend over my knee, please."

You obeyed, planting yourself on your stomach on his knees as Steven pulled your pants down just enough to reveal your panties.

"But please be gentle." You asked.

"The punishment will be reflected on your lazieness." Steven answered, smacking your ass gently. Then after a moment of silence, another spank came, this time harder, making you moan in surprise.

Steven noticed and smiled down at you, "Did you just moan?" Steven squeezed your ass again, causing you to squirm slightly.

Steven leaned down closer to you, "Don't tell me you actually like getting your ass spanked by your Professor."

Another spank, another moan-like gasp from you.

"Oh-ho, you're quite naughty, ain't ya' darling? A lazy student likes getting her naughty butt spanked by her Professor." Steven gave your buttcheek a soft pinch, making you squirm again.

Then his hand came down again, already causing his red handprint to show. This time the spank caused you to accidentally grind your hips against his thigh. In response, Steven rubbed his hand aginst the red handprint on your skin to soothe it.

"Aww, darlin' did you like that?" Steven teased, his hand suddenly going down to rub your core through your panties, already finding them wet.

"Mr. Gr--" You gasped.

"Gotta admit, seeing how you respond to this is quite arousing to say the least." Steven kept rubbing, feeling how you got wetter by every second. Steven then proceeded to slide your pants down your legs and tossing them away.

"God, you're such a naughty girl." Steven pulled your panties down, exposing your lower half to him. But then he removed his hand, making you mewl at the loss.

"I'm sorry Mr. Grant." You pouted, turning your head to look up at him.

Steven sneered, "You're sorry? Alright fine, if you promise to take your time to study from now on I will continue, you hear me?"

You nodded eagerly, "Yes sir."

"Good. Now get up and on my lap." He beckoned with his finger.

You wasted no time, getting up and straddling him.

"There's my good girl." He leaned in and kissed your forehead. Then Steven undid his pants, pulling his hard cock out. "And now ride me, show me you're not lazy."

You raised, planting your wet hole on his thick cock before slowly lowering, letting out soft moans along the way until he was sheathed inside you.

"Yeah that's it." Steven sighed in pleasure.

Steven moved his hands on your ass, squeezing them firmly as you started riding him. Your moans making his hips move.

"I thought you wanted me to do all the work." You teased.

Steven chuckled, his hips stopping "Watch it before I will make you really do all the work." He scolded teasingly.

His hips started moving upwards again, meeting yours. You threw your head back as the pace increased. Steven's grunts were easily overtoned by your needy moans. Steven felt you being so slippery down there.

"I'm starting to think you love your Professor's cock, hm?" He panted, his pace never decreasing.

"Yes." You whined, feeling your orgasm built up.

Steven felt you tightening around him, his thrusts becoming harder.

A few moments after, you couldn't handle it any longer, clamping down on him, squeezing his cock for all it's worth with a loud moan following. Steven came seconds after you, filling you up with his warm cum.

You both just sat there for a moment to catch your breaths, your head resting on his shoulder.

"That was quite intense, love." Steven broke the silence.

You giggled, "Hell yeah." You then lifted yourself off his lap to sit beside him on the couch while Steven put his now soft cock back inside his pants.

"But you should really consider becoming a Professor." You nudged him playfully.

Steven gave you a dirty look, "Don't give me ideas." He teased.

"Okay forget it, Jake and Marc would probably burn down the place after they get a headache from all the study stuff." You laughed.

Steven laughed too, "You're not wrong."

Steven spent the rest of the evening at your place, giving you tips on how to improve and tricks for best study techniques.

[clovermae]

We Celebrate For You

🍀 Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x gender neutral!Reader

🍀 Word Count: 1,113

🍀 Genre: Fluff, Comfort

🍀 A/N: Also posted on AO3 here! I am posting this on mobile so I’m sorry if there’s any formatting issues! Please enjoy! 💚

The roaring of the train snaps you out of your absentminded gaze. Your eyes drift from your phone to your reflection, which for once in your life, isn’t haggard. The expression on your face is tranquil, a result of the rare slow-paced day in a usually bustling week. And you’re grateful for it. Especially on a day like today- your birthday.

As a child, your birthday meant more than it does now. The excited chatter of the train passengers reminds you of intimate parties with your closest friends and family gathered. The sun on the water glimmers as your eyes once did when a candle-filled cake appeared before you. The gentle breeze like the exhale of your lips as you wished for all of the world. The flame gone like the sentiments and joy from those days. Now, your birthday is just a day. Everyone is too busy, too far away, too occupied with life to celebrate a day just for you. And it no longer bothers you anymore. You’ll get the occasional text message or brief phone call from close family, a friend or two, but that’s it. And honestly you’ll take it. You’re grateful to them for remembering a day important to you in the midst of their own chaos.

Yes, on a day like today, it’s about the small joys and little wins that grant you peace of mind. Like making it to work early enough to pause and indulge in your favorite drink from a local cafe along with the free birthday treats. Or speeding through your workload undisturbed, allowing you to leave early and enjoy how the afternoon sun lights up the city. Or being able to walk home slowly without a care in the world. There is finally a moment to breathe and enjoy the serene weather and the comfort of the quiet paired with it.

The jingle of your keys echoes through the still apartment. You try to ignore the slight pang of loneliness, though the feeling is short-lived as you listen to the sound of humming deeper inside. You follow the noise to the kitchen and your eyes widen at the scene in front of you.

“Koutarou?”

“Babe?” His demeanor resembles that of a child caught red-handed. His shoulders deflate in disappointment as he strolls over from across the room. “You weren’t supposed to be home yet. I didn’t get to finish the decorations.”

The floor is littered with balloons of various sizes and colors, a banner reading “happy birthday” is hung crookedly on the wall, and the table is covered with a simple cloth of your favorite color alongside a small vase with a bouquet of flowers. It’s definitely unfinished, and yet the warmth it radiates isn’t diminished in the slightest.

“Kou, what is this?”

“Well, you caught me in the middle of trying to fix the banner. Oh and I bought a balloon arch but I couldn’t figure out how to put it together so I thought it’d look nice on the floor. And I wasn’t expecting you to get home so soon. I didn’t get a chance to order your favorite food so,” he scratches the back of his head, a nervous smile on his lips, “It sucks doesn’t it?”

“No, not at all. You did all this for me?”

“Of course,” he shouts, “Once you told me you don’t celebrate, I just couldn’t sit back and let you think that your birthday is any other day. It’s super important. It’s the day you came into this world. That’s definitely worth celebrating!”

You’re shocked Bokuto remembers a comment you made in passing. It really isn’t that big a deal to you. At least that’s what you’ve told yourself all this time. But the joy blooming in your chest and the tears pricking the corner of your eyes say otherwise.

“You really didn’t have to do all this Bokuto. I mean, it’s not like I’m some super important, life-changing figure or anything like that. I’m just me.”

“And that’s exactly why I had to do it, Y/N. Because you’re you!” Bokuto’s hands grip yours firmly, and you find yourself staring into his golden eyes. His brows furrow as he stares at the ceiling, pondering over his next words until he settles for this, “You may not have changed the entire world, but you’ve changed mine. I’m happy you’re here!”

At those words, the floodgate of tears you kept at bay bursts, streaming down your cheeks with no sign of stopping. You throw yourself into Bokuto’s chest, embarrassed by how easily the emotions in your heart spill over.

“Aw, don’t cry Y/N,” Bokuto coos, rubbing small circles on your back, “I didn’t even get to give you my romantic speech about how lucky I am to have you. I even made a PowerPoint.”

“You made a PowerPoint?” you gasp incredulously.

“Okay, Kuroo helped me make it but all the ideas are mine. That still counts right?”

You throw your head back in a fit of laughter, wiping away your tears with your sleeve, “Yes, Kou. It counts.”

“Yes! I’ll show it to you later. For now,” Bokuto pulls away from your embrace and rushes to the counter. His broad shoulders shield your view, his arms moving frantically. He turns to reveal a single cupcake with too many candles on it.

“Yeah I also didn’t get a chance to grab the cake either. I hope you don’t mind.” A soft kiss lands on your forehead, and Bokuto gives you one final squeeze before holding out the small cupcake in front of you.

“Happy birthday! Make a wish, Y/N!”

Though in a different form, the love you’ve sought for so long has found its way to you again. You close your eyes and find yourself floating to a long time ago- a time when your heart was much lighter, where for just a moment you could stop time and enjoy being alive. Being you.

“Well, what’d you wish for?”

“I’m not telling you,” you whisper with a mischievous grin. Quickly, you swipe your finger across the frosting before smearing it on Bokuto’s nose. You cackle and run away before he has a chance to register what you’ve done.

“Hey!” You glimpse behind you to see the sun peaking through the blinds. It casts a glow on him as he pursues you with a radiant smile.

An intimate setting. A glimmer of happiness. A hope for the future reignited through an extinguished flame. All with the person you love. It’s an image etched into your heart as you think about your hopeful yet simple wish:

I wish every year can be just like this.

[faioula16]

Hello! Can we get a soft/needy Alucard headcanons with his s/o? Fem or gn, whatever you feel comfortable with. Thank you 😊

✿ You walked through the halls of Hellsing's manor, your steps slow yet your kinda of short figure remained straight and prideful. You stopped on your way into the kitchen once you spotted two soldiers whispering to each other in a low tone.

✿ One of them held a fine-designed bottle with a red liquid that seemed like wine. (Let's be honest, every one of you knows pretty well what is inside the bottle).

✿ "It's your turn to deliver this" The chubby one pointed out.

✿ The tall-skinny soldier frowned at his partner's suggestion. 'Have you lost your mind!? There's no way I'm going down there. God knows what that sinister monster has in store for people like you and me!"

✿ "I will get this" You spoke suddenly with your hand reaching out, startling both of them as a result.

✿ The soldiers gazed at you and then at each other before they finally stared back at you with unsure expressions.

✿ "Are you sure you can-" The chubby began to say but the other man interrupted him abruptly as he grabbed the 'wine' and gave it to you.

✿ Without a word you turned on your heel and walked away, holding the glass bottle with both hands behind your back. You heard a weak "Be careful" But instead of feeling the slightest concern, the smirk across your face grew bigger.

✿ On your way down to the long rocky stairs of the estate's basement, a thought crossed your mind. 'Cowards, what a disappointment for the Hellsing organization".

✿ "Indeed, my princess" Alucard's deep voice echoed within the walls with an amused laughter following shortly after.

✿ "How many times will I tell you to not read my thoughts without my permission?" Your tone was serious but Alucard knew better you were just joking around.

✿ "How much time will it take you to know that I am only teasing you, my beloved?" The vampire king's grin widened showing his pure white teeth along with his sharp fangs.

✿ You gave out a deep sigh and looked straight into his glowing eyes. "Catch" Without a second warning, you threw the glass bottle at his direction. You gave him a satisfied grin when his hand caught the desired object in the air with such ease.

✿ Your eyebrow raised a bit once Alucard glanced at you while patting gently his lap with one hand.

✿ "Not until I'll be sure you're no longer 'thirsty'" You answered with closed eyes and a gentle smile.

✿ "You do remember my vow to you, don't you, princess?" Alucard questioned calmly.

✿  "How much time will it take you to know that I am only teasing you, Alucard?" You joked as you made your way to him. You sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a loving embrace. "I missed you", You whispered to him.

✿ It took him a whole minute but he returned the loving gesture by embracing you back. Covering your upper body almost completely with his long arms.

✿ One hand reached up and began to caress the back of your head while the other was giving your back gentle rubs. His eyelids closed slowly and a genuine smile appeared across his lips, he finally had you in his arms after so many hours of waiting for you to pay him your every night visit. "My princess, you have no idea how much I craved your touch" Alucard's voice sounded like a blissful melody, as he had already rested the side of his face against yours. The low tone of his voice along with the soft waves of his breathing hit your ears ever so softly. His lips gave your cheek a sweet kiss, making you grin a bit as you bury your face into the crock of his neck, and nuzzle his pale yet smooth skin. A fair chuckle escaped him. "is my beloved one too tired to roam the night with me?" Alucard laughed sarcastically at your half-sleeping state.

✿ "I haven't even the strength to respond to your arrogant stupid words properly" You sounded so exhausted. "I worked all day, I know it is my turn to stay up through the night with you but...it's not always easy for me as it is for you"

✿ "There's no reason to explain yourself to me about your human needs. If you wish to stay put and rest for the night then I am more than willing to enjoy a peaceful evening with no one else but you my dear" Alucard held you against him, noticing how your breathing began to slow down as you fell asleep into his embrace. The monster and the man inside him laughed in amusement. How could such a little mortal like yourself change the ruthless beast inside him? Alucard will remain awake to guard what's most precious to him and treasure such moments between you both.

[thefallendoctor]

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“I never intended to return, per se. But I have. Don't make it a bigger deal than it has to be."

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-Mod is almost 18. Blood, guts, and gore is allowed if you ask. Other NSFW topics are iffy. Some might be part of the AU but most are out of bounds without explicit permission ON the blog itself. (Be it through DMS, my main blog, or a post made with permission.) basically just ask for everything and we're good.

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THE AU

- This takes place in a timeline where the IPC gets exposed for past actions, corruption, etc. Due to their close collaboration with the Intellegentsia Guild, it gets tied up in this too, leading to Dr. Ratio entirely disappearing from the public eye, essentially ending up MIA.

His reasoning for this is widely unknown to the public, but for this blog, it's simply due to shame and/or disappointment in his peers. (And because he got backlash for this, too. He is well-known, from what I've gotten.)

(au is expanded in the tag better than this snippet. i don't mind answering questions again if i need to again.)

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Other

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Uses the 'fuckass sibling headcanons' I use on my other Ratio Blog ( @dr-golden-ratio ) (Essentially Silver Wolf, Ratio, Sampo, siblings.)

au lore tag is what it says on the tin!! all asks related to au lore!!

- HE IS TRANSMASC ON THIS BLOG. (NO. SURGERIES. ONLY T FOR THIS MAN BECAUSE HE’S JUST LIKE ME FR AJDJS)

- mod tends to forget he is on the blog when he posts. sometimes they won't be tagged ooc. ignore that. all in character dialogue will have "-".

[tlaragihai]

Okay so. I have seen some tlovm criticism about season 3 and I think I have enough words to say my opinion.

I think one of the flaws of this show, not only in season 3 but in general, is that the writers invent some cool and important thing, but don`t consider the tone and/or implications. And the whole scenes are ruined because of that.

Examples (that i can think of right now):

1) Remember the flashback in season 1 when Anders teaches Cass and Percy about the residuum? At the end there Anders is disappointed and hissing something like "No one appreciates me" and "Pray you never find reality knocking at your door" - right in front of Percy and Cassandra. Right in front of the children of the lord of these lands. Like, why. Like, we get it, they had to establish Anders's bitterness and betrayal.

Okay, but. Why. Does. He. Threaten. Them. Right. In. The. Face. They can just go to their parents and tell them the whole story! As a result, Anders looks like a caricature stupid villain who is so evil that he can't hold his tongue, and we the viewers are left to wonder how Anders still maintained his position after making such threats. And it has a very simple fix! Let him say this - with the closed door, where no one can hear him! Wow, smart, cool, we have a villain and no one of the characters suspects.

2) Kaylie reveal. Yes. Because, to me, the scene is too romantic. Kaylie seems interested, laughs, playfully suggests the ropes, the whole tone sounds like there is going to be a sexual scene.

Except she knows they are related. She has zero romantic interest in him, because she is here to give justice to her failed father. If she's just pretending in order to deceive him - okay, but they should have made it more clear from the start. And if they were showing her through POV of charmed oblivious Scanlan - they also should have made it more clear. Now the scene looks like she wants something bad - and okay, maybe she will rob him after sex? Maybe she'll use him in some other way? Anyway, the sexual thing is goi.... oh no, she's his daughter.

No. No. Tlovm writers, please. Why you are showing it like this.

3) And the whole last dialogue between Percy and Ripley. Would it be cool to show how much Percy has changed? Yes. Would it be cool to have him deceitfully killed by this very cold and merciless woman? Yes.

Then why, why, WHY the dialogue goes as it does??????

Percy knows her. He knows she is cruel and unstoppable. Damn, they hit us, the audience, for two seasons with an idea that Ripley is evil, evil, cruel, has no ethics, and doesn't want to change her ways in the slightest.

Then the fuck why he's talking to her like he does in the show? Okay, he wants redemption, he himself was saved, after all. Understandable. So WHY you are showing that "redemption moment" not as a last-second hesitation, not as a second of doubt that cost him his whole life, but as a FUCKING THOUGHT-OUT SPEECH???

Percival de Rolo would never ever believed her in any way. Hell, they themselves showed this in ep 2 when he pretends to cooperate but builds a fucking bomb instead!! Guys!!! Wake up, you've already established that he knows the danger and doesn't trust her!!!!

And at the defining fucking moment we have "i think your mind is brilliant you can do great things just change" something instead of "I forgive you, but I cannot let you live"

I am fucking sorry??????

That is the thing. She is too dangerous. Death is the only thing that can stop her - and Percy knows it and we the audience also know that. He kills her not because of his vengeance - he kills her because this is the only way to put this to an end. You want Percy who has forgiven? Percy who finally let his vengeance go? You just had to pull this out from the campaign! Okay, but seriously. Show me Percy who hesitates for just a second. Show me this tiny moment of doubt, when "I forgive" outweights "I can't let you go"

(And THEN she would kill him).

Instead we got a whole speech. As if Percy believes he could save her. Haha. And his death looks like a STUPID, NAIVE move because of that!

And! And!!! This all is happening after Whitestone. After the change they themselves brought into this adaptation and fucking ACKNOWLEDGED IN THE SAME GLINTSHORE EPISODE. Ripley destroyed Whitestone. His home. Twice. The city that the whole audience was rooting for for three seasons. They showed us how it was rebuilt. They showed us how much Whitestone means to Percy and Cass, to VM and their allies. It was truly a home. Seeing it destroyed was a tragedy. Percy was begging Vex "to end [Ripley] for good" because of what she has done. In episode 7 he tries to kill Anna for that and says something like "I want nothing to have with you after Whitestone".

And then. He gives her a redemption speech. I can't. I want him to acknowlegde mercy and second chances and everything - but saying this to a woman that doesn't show any remorse or desire to change falls flat. I just want the writers to consider not only their cool ideas, but other things and context they've created.

[mins-fins]

EPISODE 9 : ❛ baby can we fix it? ❜

"Yn I swear to fucking god if you ask about Mark one more time I'm literally going to strangle you".

"I was just going to ask about how long until we go up.."

"Are you lying?"

"..Yeah".

You let out a small sigh of defeat at the looks Ten and Yangyang send you, and the keyboardist simply pokes your shoulder, much to your own dismay. You perform in ten minutes and you haven't seen Mark anywhere, not that you were looking for him or anything, you were just scouring the area and caught no sight of him, which sort of worried you but it's not like that!

You're totally over your ex! You're not exhibiting any not-over-him-behavior at all!

"Don't look at me like that!" Your quick to shout, earning a snicker from the eldest as Yangyang just glances between the two of you. You cross your arms, stubborn. "I just.. I don't know I'm nervous I guess because he's going to be watching the set".

"He watched last time" Dejun startles you by coming out of nowhere. You give him just the slightest scowl, one he responds to with that smug grin of his.

"Well I didn't see him last time and besides, I'm also kinda nervous cause I'm singing this time and the last time I sang was a long time ago suspiciously right before we broke up and now—"

"Yn" Dejun cuts in, annoyed, he rolls his eyes. "You're going to be fine, seriously, people have been begging for your singing return since like.. forever".

"And Mark loves when you sing!" Jaemin lightly shoves your shoulder, then reaches down for your hand, lacing your fingers together. "The song is also amazing, you'll be fine! Now come dance with me!"

Before you can respond to that, Jaemin tightens his grip around your hand and pulls you into one of his backstage dance processes. "Just don't pull my arm off please" You earn a giggle from the Na as he spins you around, giving you something that's a mix of a nod and shake of the head.

"We go up in five!"

"I hear you!" You yell back, exchanging a small smile with Ten as you continue to entertain yourself by dancing with Jaemin.

Mark can't exactly focus on the chatter of his bandmates as he's distracted.

Focused looking for you, that is. You sang today, literally, you sang, Mark feels like the people above heard his prayers or something. It was hard to not look away from you, even though he was supposed to be tuning his guitar, he couldn't help but focus on you.

Even throughout his performance he couldn't help but think about you. Did you watch it? What did you think of it? Did you even care about Mark? He feels he has to talk to you or he's gonna die or something.

Mark spends a few minutes scanning the area looking for you, but he has no luck, resulting in a frown appearing on his face. He lets out a silent sigh of disappointment, one that his bandmates hear, because Donghyuck's head shoots up.

"What are you upset about?"

Mark lets a small laugh leave his lips. "Nothing, I'm just.." He pauses in between his words. Now he could lie and just say that the adrenaline rush has worn off and he's feeling tired, but he may as well say it like it is this point. "Looking for Yn, I don't see him anywhere".

Donghyuck allows for his eyes to widen comically at the words, Mark actually admitted it for once? He must be dreaming. "Your serious?"

Mark is way too busy trying to find you to register Donghyuck's tone of disbelief. "Yeah.. I can't find him".

Donghyuck laughs at his sheer dedication, but Mark isn't thinking about that right now, he's thinking about you. He pauses as he hears you say something, easily able to pinpoint your voice even with the loud music playing.

"Oh my god am I stepping on your shoes?" Mark hears you giggle, apparently amused by what the person you're talking to said. "Sorry! Seriously Yang! No no no don't step on my shoes—"

Mark finally spots you after forever, letting out small shrieks as you try to stop Yangyang from stepping on your shoes. Your fingers are intertwined, a fact that would Mark jealous if he didn't pick up on how happy you look, the smile on your face so bright it's practically lighting up the room.

Your over the moon as you continue your stupid pair dance with Yangyang, trying to avoid his feet as giggles escape your lips. Oh Mark loves your laugh, it reminds him of other times, the times when the two of you used to dance in your living room, Mark almost wants to die right then and there, he probably looks so pathetic, watching his ex boyfriend dance with his friend like some sort of hawk.

His thought process is interrupted when Yangyang suddenly seems to spot him, before Mark is even deciding on if he wants to go over to you or not. He looks to you, then back to Mark, who takes a step forward. Yangyang spins you around again, but instead of pulling you back closer to him this time, he lets go of you, giving you a slight push, making you stumble and land right in front of Mark.

You almost bump into him, but you balance yourself, instead ending up standing right in front of Mark, all Yangyang does is shoot Mark a small smile, immediately turning around and beginning to converse with Ten, allowing for the situation to unravel itself.

"Hi".

"Hi" Mark is quick to greet back, he pushes down any of his nerves because it's just you, it's just you. "Miss me?"

You want to collapse when he asks that, oh he gets to you without even realizing it. Curse you Mark Lee, you muse in your head, but you chuckle lightly. "Not really" You lie, resisting the urge to laugh at the expression you get from him.

Mark pouts. "Not even a little bit?"

You roll your eyes at the display, but you don't want the conversation to stop. "Maybe just.. the tiniest bit" You raise your index finger and thumb, pressing them a ways distance from another.

That's a lie.

But if Mark notices it (which he does) he doesn't say anything, shoving his hands into his sweater pockets as he studies you. "You sang" He's quick to remark, a remark that gets a laugh out of you.

"Yeah it was a last minute decision I just—" You pause, trying to correctly collect your words. "I don't know, I thought I'd give Dejun a break".

"Ah" Mark hums, and you want to punch him for being so attractive. "It was a good decision, I like your singing voice".

You raise an eyebrow. "Like?"

Mark instantly gets what you mean by that, because you seem to always know what he's thinking without him having to say anything. "I love your singing voice".

You feign a gasp of surprise and place a hand on your chest. "Aww, really?"

"I'll take it back right now".

"You wouldn't".

"Wanna bet?"

You narrow your eyes at the inquiry, though you'd love to take it as a challenge, you fear you'll collapse from the way Mark is staring at you. "I'd win, easily".

"You're so confident".

You hum in agreement, a prideful smile taking its place on your face as you watch Mark snicker and look the other way. "So what are we?"

"Hm?"

"Are we friends?"

Do you want to be? You bite your tongue, not asking that, you're afraid it's a little too desperate to ask in front of Mark. Your eyes dart around every corner of the room before you finally look back at Mark, a small chuckle leaving your lips. "No, were sworn enemies, Mark".

"Ouch, that hurts Yn" Mark places a hand on his chest as if he'd just been shot there, and you can only roll your ghosts.

"Oh poor you, want me to kiss your wound better?" You honestly have no idea where that came from, you genuinely just wanted to respond with some snappy words, but that is what decided to escape your lips instead.

"I'd love for you to".

You scoff lightly, he's unbelievable. "In your dreams maybe, have a good night Mark".

Mark laughs again, smiling as he sees you try to resist the urge to smile yourself. "Have a good night, Yn".

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[gendervapor14]

because some have proclaimed me as the bell-mère expert…

here are my thoughts on bell-mère’s role in the one piece live action adaptation.

tldr: i’m not happy.

i will preface by stating i am just Some Guy on the internet. do not let this rant negatively impact your opinion of the series. i thrilled with this adaptation!! i had a lot of faith it would be excellent going in so i wasn’t too surprised it delivered. it was comforting to kick back and watch such an incredible first season. i understand they had a somewhat strict timeline they could work from so certain characters and elements had to be cut. this is to be expected and i’m impressed with what they were able to squeeze in.

however. i am disappointed by only one thing. and of course, that one thing is bell-mère.

first, i will address characterization. or the lack thereof. seems like they stripped her entire character away by taking the time to bring her to life. if nami or nojiko explained what happened verbally, rather than sanction so much time and finances towards a flashback-style backstory, maybe they could've given bell-mère some individuality. that is mostly why i'm upset. bell-mère, to me, was one of the first interesting women in one piece. she got herself in trouble, she was violent, she was brave, but she was also a loving mother. we lost all her nuance bringing her to life. they captured only a small fraction of her character. to me, it felt like it wasn't even worth having a physical presence for this version of her.

in terms of her death scene, they took her fuckin' spine. she stood there in front of her kids, okay, she used her shotgun, that was nice. but her death was NOT it. it wasn't nearly as violent, gory and jarring as it was in the anime/manga. had such a low impact to me as a viewer. she just. got shot off-screen, and collapsed. she didn't try to recklessly fight arlong, she didn't face the entire crew. she didn’t put her gun in his MOUTH to BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT. that was the first time a woman in one piece, especially a former marine, fought so dirty. and they took that away from her. she seemed so docile so normal so. flavorless. not easy to remember or get attached to in the slightest.

i told a few people who only watched the live action adaptation that bell-mère was one of my favorite characters. they did not know who i was talking about. her name should be memorable. she should be memorable.

i understand power levels of the villains from what we’ve seen have been decreased. so some may argue if bell-mère DID put her gun in arlong's mouth, that would not end well for him. he was not shown to be capable of biting through wood or metal, after all. but i propose the suggestion that, if they put in the time and effort and stayed true to bell-mère’s character, they could have come up with another way to make her a true threat. that moment was simply not enough.

the death scene wasn't all bad though. she gave a nice speech to the girls, and although it still made me ask "bell-mère, why", it seemed a little more clean than her sacrifice in the manga? i did cry when nami and nojiko called her "mom", too. that was not in the original and cut like a knife. good play, opla. good play. i also liked bell-mère telling nami how she found them herself, it was nice to have that moment from the horse's mouth. the tangerine peel pinwheels were sweet but it signified the distinct lack of genzo. which also made me quite sad :(

i will reiterate: i am very happy with opla, and very happy bell-mère existed. but i almost would rather her be a dialogue-given backstory if it restored her character. nami’s backstory felt weak as a result. imagine how much harder the new viewers would cry for bell-mère’s death if she had zeff-level complexity. she hit nami before the runaway scene, but that was not enough to reveal anything significant about her. she was a little stern when nami took the book but that wasn't the right impression, either. bell-mère isn't stern. she's a very casual parent with a temper. without seeing that side of her, the slap kind of played off as random, or even cruel. that was a big character-development moment for her!! but she dies and zeff lives so i suppose there's no point adding too much depth to her. there was never a point in this season where i was like "this is a waste. we could use this time for bell-mère instead." everything felt necessary. so it's okay. she did what she does best and she took the sacrifice.

in the meantime, i’ll keep writing stories for her ♥️ if you liked this mess of a rant, here’s an analysis i threw together about her role/death in the anime. maybe that’ll make my disappointment feel even more warranted XD

love you all and i love you too opla 🥰

[nikox400x]

KFP 4: The true hell behind the cameras ft. The Co-director of KFP4

I know I already made my review to this thing, and believe me when I say that I didn't want to talk anymore about this dawn movie (For call it something). But the reason for this statement is something that I cannot ignore, so hold on to your seat because what you are going to read is not a mission impossible movie, this really happened in the same Dreamworks studios.

The devil has different names depending on the religion;

-In the Catholic religion he is called Satan.

-In Islam he's Iblís.

-In Buddhism it's Mara.

But in the world of kung fu panda, the devil has a human name, Mike Mitchell.

Context? Three days ago, as a result of all the protests about the poor narrative quality of the film, the KFP's reddit community was able to find someone from within the production of the film, a witness who could corroborate everything that we assumed was happening within that studio.

This person is no one else but the co-director of kfp4, Stephanie Ma Stine. One of the main people who, along with a large part of the team of animators who love this saga too, fought and fought throughout the production so that the film was not completely destroyed from the beginning.

This woman was contacted by a discord channel to answer some questions that the community was asking in the company of the administrators of the discord group of the kung fu panda fandom, at first this woman seemed frustrated by something that I am going to explain, The entire conversation was recorded and uploaded to YouTube to expose the nauseating experience that Stephanie had to endure during the production of this film.

To begin with, she had almost no power within the production because she was considered someone new to her job and the disgusting bosses at Dreamworks had no better idea than to give all creative control to Mike.

Dreamworks gave a time limit for the duration of the film, later you will know why. This guy didn't have the slightest idea how to direct such a short movie, much less if it was a kung fu panda movie, since the guy treated kung fu panda like a chinese version of the minions, obviously because he didn't give a shit about franchise and he just wanted something that would make people laugh (But his humor and the scriptwriters's was so bad that even it would insult ilumination itself) although not even the children could find this humor funny.

What kind of humor? Well, you know; fart humor, jokes with a childish tone, random chases that contribute nothing to the plot, jokes about annoying and invincible children, jokes without charisma, generation Z humor, random hits, etc...

And like any sane person would do, Stephanie tried to give it that serious but parodic and heartfelt tone that the first triology had, but obviously they barely listened to her because she was considered new. So she had to resort to encouraging people passionate about the saga within the studio to insist on adding things that would improve the plot. Most of the time when they insisted on improving the quality of the script it ended in a roll of eyes from the higher ups within the production as if trying to tell them; "Damn stupid people, so much bother for a children's saga that is only used to make easy money"

The problem transcended for a long time as more and more absurd ideas came out of the writing team, some of them that even destroyed the logic of the world they were building, all of this was translated into a long and nightmarish trench war between those who love the saga and the psychopaths who only cared about money.

So, what happened next? Well, the movie came out and fans (and non-fans) were disappointed because the movie seems like a draft made by people who didn't seem to speak the same language during the artistic decisiones in the movie. Exactly, because of all this conflict between those who agreed with Stephanie and those who listened to Mike.

And in the end, it was Stephanie who had to politely come forward in front of the disappointed people to give these professionally humiliating explanations, and what did Mike do on his part? Bury his head like an ostrich and do not listen to the criticism that he generated for their horrible decisions.

(Stephanie's user is called storyduke)

This is the conversation between her and the administrators of the discord group, pause the video calmly and read on your own if you need it, for prove I haven't invented anything of this to defame Mike or something like this. All this comes from the person who was by his side during all production.

In order not to overwhelm you because the video is very long, I leave you a summary of what she said below. I will mainly use the comment of this reddit user called Mystic3012 who explains all this quite well (My comments will be marked in red):

Early on, KFP4 was considered to be live action-animation hybrid, and featured humans (WTF?!). I posted concept art of the human Chameleon (then, The Collector, even though we already have Kai the Collector) vs Po. Seems like Zhen would've been human too. They'd have come from Hu-man City (Wow, how originally -_-), apparently... To add insult to injury, one of these versions had Po, the protagonist, stuck in a BOX for 20 MINUTES. (20 minutes... no words for this. And no, you're not reading wrong, HUMANS IN KUNG FU PANDA. If it hadn't been for Stephanie, this is what they would have given us. Thanks Stephanie, guys)

Mike Mitchell, the director, had total creative freedom. Hence, him + the studio leadership wanting laughs and a more joke-y vibe led to the overall tone, like the F5's comical side missions. Jack Black called him the "comedy guy"(I want to think jack Black is another victim here and he simply couldn't do nothing because his contract does not allow it), while Stephanie brought "things deeper" and "more heart".

Additionally, it was Mitchell who insisted against fleshing out the Chameleon's backstory "What a surprise...right guys?". Apparently, Chameleon and Zhen had ZERO backstory in early versions. By the time the crew pushed him enough to change his mind, they were too far along in animating to add anything but the Chameleon's few lines.

The runtime was a studio mandate since they believed children can't watch a longer film + maximize profits (You motherfu...).

TV shows are non-canon, as they are under separate film and television divisions that are "rivals".

Lord Shen, General Kai, and the Furious Five were VERY last minute additions to the point that their animation rigs were "made of sticks and glue"(The 3D models were so poorly made due to lack of time that if they made original animations, they would directly break, they had to reuse animations from the first, second, third movie and from the Christmas short for the credits. The animations of Crane and Shen's feathers, according to her, were bugged a lot and the wings tended to separate from the body or bend in unrealistic ways during animation tests). Hence, no plot relevance (e.g. not redeemed properly) and inability to bring back their actors, as much as some of the crew advocated for their return. Furthermore, there's a thing where actors are brought in for voice roles with X amount of money, and exponential increases for sequels. Apparently, a single line from Jolie would've cost $20 million (Easy Angelina!! XD. They could have simply changed the actress who played her like for example the one who play her in Secrets of the Scroll or the one of Legend of Awessomless, this was simply used as an excuse not to add them to the film), so you can imagine why the Five were absent...

Not everyone who dies goes to the Spirit Realm. It's not a definite rule behind-the-scenes, but it's vaguely agreed upon that only kung fu practitioners can pass on. It was also Mitchell's idea that all 3 villains were indeed sent to the Realm and that the Chameleon only wanted master VILLAINS summoned. [Pretty sure that retcons Lord Shen but alas-]

Pelican is named Chip, and a female. The fish in her beak is Fish.

Calvin Tsang, Head of Story, directed "a short film for KFP 4". Though, DreamWorks gave him a low budget but apparently he pulled enough favours for it to work out, with Stephanie describing it as "amazing, seriously" and shows "how strong of a director's voice he has".

Future spin-offs uncertain. DreamWorks has dissolved most, if not all, of its TV division.

Though, Mitchell was very vocal about a F5 spinoff. Execs are aware of the fans' demand for it (Wow thank you...-_-, just don't ruin it again).

Shifu's staff lacks its golden piece since it has been repaired following his mastery of Chi, per production designer Paul Duncan. (Same man responsible for bringing back the Dagger of Deng Wa with his attention to detail) (Niceee)

Universal mandated for a tentpole film like KFP4 to have "stars" hired for voicework.

For the record, Stephanie wanted for KFP4 to "stay truer to KFP1 and KFP 2" but was dismissed as a nobody by the crew (Basically what I said before, Mike and a good part of his team are anything but respectful of other people's works).

Case in point, she wanted Tai Lung being brought back to be done right. She pitched for Po/Shifu to have a vision of the Chameleon kidnapping Shifu, prompting Po to go on a quest to stop her. Shifu gets kidnapped anyway due to the Chameleon's manipulations, and he's hence present to say goodbye to Tai Lung. The execs loved it but "someone axed it" (That person better not know their identity because the fans cling to Tai Lung, I don't think they'll laugh much at this 😅). For those who've seen the film, the vision was reduced to Po's dream enroute to Juniper City.

Another example of Stephanie's intervention, she fought for Zhen to be redeemed ONSCREEN after betraying Po, much to the writers' refusal (These people don't even respect their own characters). She was supposed to swoop in out of nowhere to fight the Chameleon for a bit and disappears quickly again. She also ensured that her redemption scene wasn't just dialogue and had action going on. (She admits to Po and Zhen's underbaked relationship not supplementing this scene enough though.)

The writers seemed to HATE comments "poking holes at the story" (And then what do they want us to call that; "purposely destroy the canon of history because of its inaccuracy?" On top of bad in their own job, they're crybabies).

Zhen is a Corsac Fox as its the Asian fox with distinctive facial features.

Nico Marlet, renowned concept artist, only worked on the film for a week, left, and refused to come back (I don't even know if I want to know why, just imagine it).

Many crewmembers pitched ideas for Zhen's family's backstory but all were discarded (They can't even develop their own character, I'll call that technique "Work? What is that? it is eatable? XD").

By the way, the thing about humans was no joke.

(Conceptual art made by Luca Pisanu)

Original reddit forum:

Guys, that's it, how not to write a movie. I think you can already imagine my opinion, it is a complete shame what they tried to do with this saga but at least she was able to save it from being completely ruined. I sincerely ask you all to spread this information, I will leave you a link to the original reddit thread for your inspection. And I'm just saying one thing: I hope they fire Mike Mitchell and all his damn inept scriptwriters, and I hope we never see them again in another production of this saga. And of course, to the executives at Dreamworks: Stick your finger up your ass and don't touch what you don't know how to touch.

Don't be silent about these things, because you know what will happen? That they will do the same thing again with the fifth film because they see that the method works, in addition to the fact that they will also exploit their workers for nothing for such a mediocre product (Because yes, they also exploited them to finish the finale on time). Let this not happen again guys, please I ask you.

[rabbitenn]

Hihi! Is it okay to request any boys of your choice with a reader that has stage fright and don't like loud noises? Thank you😊💞

ORPHEUS.

Despite your lover being an idol, you can’t help the wild beat of your heart every time you have to brave a stage and the loud noise that comes with it.

ft. Kujo Tenn, Nanase Riku, Izumi Iori, Isumi Haruka x gn! reader.

cw/genre: comfort, fluff, skipping class.

thank you for requesting, dear nonnie ! <3 I’m sorry this is quite late, but I hope you like the boys I chose for this prompt. It’s also my first time writing for Haruka, I hope I did him justice.

♡ KUJO TENN

Why did you choose, of all things, to become an idol knowing you had a major limitation? You wonder now, as you fuss with your outfit, hands sweaty on your microphone.

Today is your debut performance and you’re a mess.

You know you’ve practised for this, until your brain and muscles memorized every step of the choreography, every lyric to its perfect intonation.

You loved it, to sing, to dance.

To see your boyfriend smiling tenderly as you showed him the result of your hard work.

And yet, the stage waiting a few feet away from you is too daunting.

All the colored lights, all the loud cheers and claps… You had endured those before, but because the center of TRIGGER happens to be your boyfriend, you were lucky to watch his concerts from the stage wings, away from the loud crowd.

But today you have to face it.

“Are you nervous, my love?” A soothing voice asks from behind.

Tenn. Whenever he talked, you swore warm blankets and soft cushions could break your every fall.

You turn around, some of the anxiety rendering your body rigid, seeping away when you hear your boyfriend.

You nod, raising your gaze to meet his.

And when you do, your heart slows down to a comfortable pace, a ballad whispering in your ear that things will be alright.

“Come here.” Tenn utters, one of his hands reaching for yours.

You get closer to him, to the warm light that seems to radiate off of him.

Soft fingertips glide over your palm, two curving divergent lines in the wake of his touch.

The kanji for ‘people’.

“Swallow a human.” Tenn tells you, tone soft, as both his hands hold the one of yours he’s traced upon.

You give him a smile, bringing your hand to your lips.

Then, slender but strong arms wrap around you, the tips of his soft moondust hair tickling the side of your face.

“You’ll be perfect, my [Y/n].” The angelic idol assures, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“If I am, it’ll all be thanks to you, Tenn.” You reply, leaning into his touch for a few instants more.

When you next face the stage, the smile on your lips doesn’t waver.

You know your angel’s wings are close to you, ready to fend off the fear.

♡ NANASE RIKU

You hadn’t expected for your quiet career to lead to this.

You had always loved stories. Since a young age, they became your refuge, a safe haven you could escape to all the times life wasn’t kind to you.

At some point, you itched to create yourself the worlds inked on pages that brought you such comfort.

And so, you took command of the words.

Characters, romance, mystery, alternate realities, all of them penned by your hand, culminating in the publication of your first book.

Still, right now, your happiness is swallowed by the nerves manifested in the bite of your lip.

You guess it’s good your book sold so well, but you’re not amused in the slightest by the presentation you have to do about it.

Your breaths start coming in shallow, chest rising and falling quicker every time.

A certain someone by your side knows that reaction all too well.

“[Y/n]? Are you alright?”

Your eyes meet puppy-like ones, a thousand fiery sunsets contained in them. You take a deep breath. Riku had always loved your stories; countless times you found yourself recounting your tales to him as your hands ran through his carmine locks.

“I…” Your eyes dart around the venue, fans of your stories starting to march in.

What if you disappoint them? What if you mess up? What if some hater has come just to try and ridicule you in front of everyone?

You bury your head in your hands. You don’t want to look so pathetic in front of your boyfriend, who also happens to be your biggest fan but… you have terrible stage fright.

“I-I’ll be fine.” You finally stammer, as you release a long breath.

Riku gives you a worried smile, eyebrows furrowed in concern. You were always the one taking care of him… He wants to do everything in his power for you right now.

“[Y/n], you know I’m not the best with words…” The redhead begins. “But you worked really hard on your book, right? And I love it! I loved every page, I loved when you read to me at night when I was tired after work, or on colder days when my attacks got really bad! So, please, show those people what a good writer you are! I’ll be here, I’ll be here giving you all of my support!”

Your eyes soften as you take in your lover’s determined expression. His charm, cuteness and earnest words really are convincing; he’s so endearing.

“Oh, Riku…” You throw your arms around him, eliciting a gasp from him. “You’re too cute, you know…” He relaxes in your hold, returning the hug. “Thank you, Rikkun… I’ll do my best. For you.”

No matter how loud the crowd is, how many questions come your way, or how many people have your eyes on you, your lover’s lingering touch is your protective charm.

♡ IZUMI IORI

Perhaps applying for a part time job while you still haven’t graduated highschool wasn’t your best idea.

Not only that, but the cafe you will be potentially working at is pretty noisy.

And you really can’t stand the latter.

You pace back and forth in front of the establishment. Today you were scheduled to have an interview with the manager.

A lump forms in your throat, it becomes hard to swallow, you can’t. You can’t do this. Your vision starts to become blurry at the edges, you’re going to faint, breathing is becoming hard…

No, no, no…

Then, your back softly hits something solid, warm, familiar.

“I’ve got you.” An even voice reassures, while arms you always loved to hold onto securely envelop you. Like a gentle winter night, draping a starry shawl over your shoulders, shielding you from icy arrows.

“Iori…” You manage to breathe out, your grip on your bag, knuckle white.

“[Y/n]-san.” He calls, gently turning you around to face him.

His midnight gaze cools down the unbearable heat ablaze with your every breath, the steadiness of his expression, the anchor you need to prevent your sinking ship from drifting off into the eye of the typhoon.

Tears pool at the corners of your eyes, thin droplets of rain amidst a sky full of stars.

Iori’s eyes widen, he’s really not the best at knowing what to do when you’re crying… Logical words might make you feel worse… Comforting coddling talk is not his forte… What can he do?

Your boyfriend sighs, lashes fluttering closed.

He might as well go for it.

Before you’ve had time to answer his utterance of your name, Iori’s lips are on yours, his hands on your shoulders.

At first, you stand there, with a wide eyed gaze, tears frozen for an instant.

Then, he deepens the kiss.

And you give into him.

Your hands rest against his chest, as you, too, close your eyes, losing yourself in the indigo starlight of his reliable night.

Iori’s kiss is very much like him; steady, reassuring, a flawless constellation pointing you to the right direction. Perfect and unforgettable.

Your heart hammers against your ribcage for a whole different reason now.

You feel like you can face any noisy atmosphere, that no matter how many people were to interview you, you’d ace it.

It seems your boyfriend’s methods were effective as always.

♡ ISUMI HARUKA

You had been acting weird all day.

Haruka is wondering if he’s done something wrong at this point. It’s already lunchtime and you’ve barely uttered a word since first period.

Are you upset because today there’s afternoon classes?

He is not sure, but at any rate, this is getting awkward; you’re usually always showing him the games you play or sharing candy with him.

Screw it, he has to ask you, even if it comes off as too direct.

“Hey, [Y/n]-chan… Is something wrong?”

You stop the movements of your fork on your bento box, head hung even lower, if that was possible.

“…No…” You mumble, barely audible.

Haruka frowns, nose scrunched up as he scoots closer to you.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” His sharp amber eyes scrutinize you, searching the gaze you avert. “Hey, look at me.” Your boyfriend grabs your chin, effectively guiding your gaze to his. “You mean to tell me you’re okay when you have barely said anything or touched your food? I’m your boyfriend, did you think you could fool me like this?”

“I- I’m sorry, Haru…” You stammer, unshed tears glistening in your pretty stare.

“Don’t apologize, silly. Will you tell me what’s worrying you or not?”

“It’s just… It’s… I don’t wanna do the presentation… I- I have it today but… I just… I can’t do it in front of everyone…” You bury your face in Haruka’s chest.

He realizes you’re trembling all over.

For you to be so scared… This isn’t good… This isn’t good at all.

“When’s that presentation?” He asks.

“Now… In a while… On the first afternoon class…”

The idol sighs.

He holds you a little tighter.

“Let’s cut class.” Is his suggestion.

“But-“

“It’s fine. I’m off for work many days anyway, one more won’t hurt. Maybe the teacher will excuse you from speaking in front of everyone if you send in the powerpoint presentation. We’ll say you’re sick or something.”

Your hand slips into his.

“You’re so sweet, Haruka.” You tell him, as you snuggle by his side.

“I’m not.” He pouts. “Here, eat this and shut up.” He grumbles, shoving a piece of cake in your mouth.

Soft and sweet. Very much like his true self.

You smile. Skipping class certainly does seem like a good idea.

[shalomniscient]

Welcome back, Sev. This is 🏇 Anon again. I adore your new username and layout as well. I popped in the inbox to say that I am absolutely happy that you are doing okay. As for my request, I want to let you know that I am NOT disappointed in the slightest and that you do not have to apologize for scrapping my request. I understand the circumstances and hopefully you are currently feeling good. You never should have to force yourself to write if you are not satisfied with the written results. I'm just really glad that you are doing alright, and I hope that you continue getting better. Please take care and thank you so very much for everything, Sev.

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🏇 anon u are so sweet ,,,,, thank u sm for understanding !! and thank u for everything as well !!

[crimsonedquill]

Hello friend’ I’m new, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a m!mc curing anne sallow fic, where she starts to fall for them shortly after :) keep up your wonderful work!

Welcome to the community! We have lots of blankets, pillows and just generally good vibes here 🖤 Also, your kind comments really made my day ^_^

Sorry for taking a little longer than usual – I was in a really good flow and I didn't want to post until I was confident I had it 100% right. Definitely had the most fun writing this one so far, thank you for the prompt!

Healing (Anne Sallow x M!MC)

Tags: Fluff, Just overall wholesomeness, Sebastian being an overprotective bro

“Are you certain this’ll work?” Sebastian asked, his voice thick with anxiety. MC had given him at least twenty different variations of the same answer in the past half hour, but he supposed he couldn’t really blame the Sallow boy for being nervous; he would have likely felt the same in his position.

“I’m confident it will,” he assured him. “It’ll be different this time. I know how to use my ability now, after all.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Sebastian answered, before shaking his head. “It’s just so difficult to fathom… all of this. Knowing that there will finally be an end to her suffering. If this works, I owe you my life, MC.”

“Keep it,” MC chuckled. “You’ll have lots of catching up to do once Anne is able to live without pain.”

He was relieved to see a hint of a smile forming on Sebastian’s lips after all. Truthfully, now that they were coming up on Feldcroft, he couldn’t deny he felt the slightest bit nervous, if only for the massive pressure resting on his shoulders. He didn’t necessarily question his control over his ability, having dedicated himself to rigorous training with the help of Professor Fig to avoid Isadora’s missteps. Still, he was nevertheless terrified of disappointing the Sallows now that he had become their last hope.

Focus, he told himself as they approached the small cottage at the edge of the hamlet. Inner balance is the only way to heal her. You know this.

Before they could enter, the door swung open on its own and a bearded man stepped out, his face hardening as he saw them.

“Mr Sallow,” MC said politely, as he inclined his head.

“I want you to know that if it had been up to me, I would have put an end to this fool’s errand right now,” Solomon grunted. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

MC noticed Sebastian clenching his fists. He gently touched his shoulder to calm him down before turning to the older man. “I am confident I can heal Anne, Mr Sallow,” he said, his voice lacking any suggestion of doubt. “She personally requested it, did she not?”

Solomon briefly clenched his jaw before he let out a deep sigh. “That she has. She’s waiting for you inside. But I’m warning you, if this somehow results in even more harm, I’m holding you responsible.”

“I will accept any and all responsibility,” MC answered. “May we enter now?”

For a moment it looked as if Solomon would keep blocking the doorway, but then he stepped aside to let them through. Any dispiritedness they might have felt from their chilly reception swiftly vanished when they finally saw Anne. Her face lit up at the sight of her brother, and she reached out for him as he ran up to her. “Sebastian!”

“How are you?” Sebastian asked, placing a hand on her shoulder as he kneeled next to her. “Are you comfortable?”

“Much more now that you’re here.” She nodded to MC. “Hello, MC.”

“It’s good to see you, Anne,” MC said with a gentle smile. He meant it; despite the dark lines under her eyes and the overall paleness of her face, she seemed more healthy than he’d ever seen her. He caught himself involuntarily thinking about the remarkable hidden beauty held by her features and quickly shook his head to regain focus.

“So…” Anne said, breaking the silence. “How does this work, exactly? Is there anything you need me to do?”

“I just want you to try to keep still and make yourself as comfortable as possible,” MC told her, before holding a short pause. “I will be honest with you, Anne, I know this will work, though I cannot guarantee it will be entirely painless. I will try my best, but –”

“I doubt it’ll be much worse than what I’ve already had to endure,” Anne said. “You… you can go ahead, I’ll manage.”

MC nodded, then turned to Sebastian, who was still holding onto his sister’s arm. “Sebastian, it’d be best if you took a step back. You know, as a precaution –”

“Yes… yes, of course.” He exchanged one more look with Anne, squeezing her shoulder. “I’ll be right here in the room with you.”

Anne smiled weakly, briefly touching his hand to reassure him. He withdrew, taking a deep breath as his gaze met MC’s. “Do what you must do.”

MC felt himself tensing up as he drew his wand, readying himself to channel his ancient magic. This was it, the moment of truth. If he couldn’t help her…

No, that was simply not possible. He would help her.

He furrowed his brow as he began, concentrating the surge of energy flowing up from his very core. He directed it into his wand, feeling his hand beginning to tremble as it transformed into a conduit. The world around him ceased to be one of images, instead morphing into a collection of colours; he saw Anne, a shade of bright red contained within a rim of blue light. He reached out, pushing into the red, sensing the pain emanating from her being. The sheer violence of it left him reeling for a minute, sharp needles puncturing every inch of his body, but he knew he had to reach further to be able to remove it. And so he clenched his teeth, pushing beyond the limits of his own mortal form; becoming one with her as he sensed her thoughts, her agony, her everything.

He could hear Sebastian shouting somewhere far away, but he wasn’t really listening to what he was saying. He wielded every bit of strength he had left to withdraw from Anne’s frail body, taking the pain with him, forcing it to assume a physical form. After the passage of what felt like hours, the room morphed back into shape. He saw Anne, slightly hunched over, and Sebastian kneeling next to her on the ground.

“Anne?” He shook his sister by her shoulders, possessed by a sudden panic. “Anne, are you all right? Say something!”

It was as if a rock dropped into the bottomless pit of MC’s stomach. Something had gone wrong. He had reached too far, he had taken away all of her emotions like Isadora had and there would be nothing left of her now but a soulless corpse –

Suddenly, Anne gasped and looked up, her eyes shooting across the room before settling on MC. “You…” she breathed, and MC felt his heart skipping a beat as she slowly stood up from the chair. “You… you cured me. I don’t feel any more pain. It’s… it’s gone!”

She turned to her brother and threw herself into his arms, causing him to momentarily stumble backwards before he embraced her, his face breaking open into a smile that could light up a whole village. “Is it… are you… are you really cured?” he asked, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t dreaming.

MC couldn’t help but slightly tear up at the wholesome display. For all the terrible adversity he’d have had to withstand, now he was finally able to witness the good he was able to do, and it left him speechless. He didn’t even notice Solomon until the man was standing right next to him.

“Anne?” He was making a rather strange sound, and MC realised this was the first time he was seeing the bitter mask falling away.

“Uncle!” Anne freed herself from her brother’s grasp and ran up to Solomon, taking the man’s hand into her own. “It’s a miracle, truly. I’ve been relieved of my suffering. The curse is no more!”

For a moment Solomon was utterly speechless; then he took the girl into his arms, his voice heavy with emotion as he whispered: “I can’t believe it… after all those years…”

His teary gaze met MC’s. “Thank you,” he said, and MC simply nodded.

— — —

Anne’s recovery progressed more smoothly than MC would have ever dared to dream. Within a day she was already back on her feet, helping out around the house with an energy that was simply infectious. MC noticed a remarkable transformation in Sebastian and his uncle as well; they were no longer fighting all the time, and on some occasions he even witnessed them exchanging some kind words, as if there was some completely new side to their relationship that he hadn’t seen before.

MC took it all in with joy and, dare he say, a certain sense of pride as well. He remembered well the conflict that had plagued him after his decision to open the repository, the question of whether he was any better than Isadora and the pain she had inflicted through her good intentions. Seeing the Sallow family healing had provided a definitive conclusion to his doubts.

After a couple of days, he decided to take his leave. When he stepped outside that morning, he was surprised by Sebastian, who came trudging up the hill to meet him, broom in his hand.

“You’re up early,” MC remarked with a chuckle.

“Tell me about it,” he answered, grinning despite being out of breath. “She’s been at it ever since Uncle Solomon allowed her to go outside – making up for all the time she’s lost. Now she’s dragged me into training matches so that she’s ready to get right back on the Quidditch team when she returns to Hogwarts.”

“And she asked you to be her opponent?”

“Hey, don’t give me that tone. Got chewed out by Imelda enough times to be at least half decent on a broom.” He shifted the weight on his shoulder for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. “I can’t thank you enough, MC. What you did for my sister… it’s really the best thing that’s ever happened to us in all of our lives. We’ll be forever in your debt.”

“I was glad to be of help,” MC said, slightly embarrassed at all of the praise. “But… I think it’d be for the best that I be on my way again. I don’t want to be a distraction now that you’re finally able to spend time with each other again.”

Sebastian promptly dropped his broom. “But you aren’t a burden at all! And really, you can’t be leaving already. Anne wants to visit Hogsmeade today and she personally requested you accompany us –”

MC felt his heart involuntarily skip a beat. “She did?”

“You wouldn’t let her down now, right?” chuckled Sebastian. “Come on, it’ll be good. I owe you at least a Butterbeer.”

MC thought for a moment, though it didn’t take long for him to make up his mind. “Well… all right, I’ll join you.”

“Excellent. I’ll tell her you’ll be coming along. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m probably going to get an earful if I don’t make it back in time.”

And off he was again, running back towards the field at the bottom of the hill with a speed that left MC chuckling. It didn’t take too long for his thoughts to return to the matter of Anne’s invitation. Was there some special reason for the gesture, or did she simply want to express her gratitude? And even if there was a special reason, what did that mean for him?

He wasn’t the least bit surprised when he caught himself blushing, as he stared down at the figures flying across the field, swallows on a green canvas.

— — —

“Merlin, that was delicious.” Anne was the first of them to step out of the Three Broomsticks, contentedly wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’d completely forgotten the taste of Butterbeer.”

“Are you sure I’m not going to have to carry you back home?” Sebastian teased. “I’m fairly certain you had at least twelve glasses back there.”

“Oh, stop it. You’re just saying that because you can’t handle more than one glass yourself.”

“I resent that accusation!”

MC chuckled to himself as he listened to the Sallow twins bantering. He hadn’t quite been able to get a word in ever since they arrived in the village, but then again, he didn’t really mind playing third wheel either. It was great to see Anne and Sebastian both so full of life and unsuppressed joy.

As they stood on the street in front of the bar and Anne was suddenly occupied by a quaint little magical flower stall, Sebastian leaned over to whisper in MC’s ear. “Do you think you could keep her company for a few minutes? I’ll just have to pop into Spintwitches to get her a little surprise gift for school.”

“I’d be glad to,” MC nodded.

“Great. Don’t get any funny ideas now, all right? Even when you think I’m not there, I’ll be watching you two like a Hippogriff.”

The comment left him more than a little perplexed as Sebastian disappeared into the crowd of Hogsmeade visitors, just before Anne turned around, cocking an eyebrow at him when she noticed the absence of her brother. “We’ve barely been out here for five minutes and he’s already gone?”

“He had some… matters to attend to,” MC said, quickly recollecting himself. “We could wait here for a little if you –”

“I’ve waited long enough. We’ll just have to find a way to enjoy ourselves without him, wouldn’t you say?”

Before he had any chance to respond or act, she hooked her arm into his, looking up at him with a smile that made his head spin. “Let’s head to the main square.”

They began their walk through the bustling streets, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow on their surroundings. The village was alive with the chatter of students and the aroma of freshly baked goods drifting from the nearby shops. Anne eyed it all with childlike wonder, suddenly letting out a content sigh.

“Anything the matter?” MC asked.

“I suppose it all just amazes me. It feels like I’m discovering everything all over again.”

“I’m sure it must be daunting, especially after all that time.”

“It is,” she nodded as she continued, her voice slightly wavering. “I was so focused on surviving that everything else ceased to be… real, in a sense. But now… I don’t know. All of a sudden there is a world of possibilities out there, and I’m not quite sure what to do.”

MC turned to face her, their eyes meeting. “Anne, you’ve faced incredible challenges, and you’ve shown immense resilience. Quite frankly, you might just be the strongest person I’ve ever met. I believe you have the potential to do anything you set your mind to.”

A faint blush tinted Anne’s cheeks as she smiled gratefully. “Thank you, MC. Your faith in me means a lot.” Her voice dropped to a softer tone. “You and Sebastian… you were there for me, even when I had long given up hope. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if it hadn’t been for you."

The words hung in the air, carrying a weight of unspoken emotions. MC’s heart quickened, sensing a shift in the atmosphere between them. Should he say something? Did she want him to say something?

Just then, the sound of music filled the air, drawing their attention to a small crowd gathered on the street. A band had set up, and people were joyfully dancing to the infectious rhythm.

Anne’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she grabbed MC’s hand. “Come on, MC! Let's join them!”

Caught off guard, MC stumbled for a moment before finding his footing, their heart racing with a sudden surge of all kinds of emotions. As they joined the crowd, Anne’s hand in his, the world around them faded away.

Amidst the swaying and laughter, MC couldn’t help but notice the subtle moments in the way Anne’s eyes lit up whenever their gazes met, and the gentle squeeze of her hand, a touch that lingered just a fraction longer than necessary. Questions began racing through his mind again. Was she just toying with him, knowing it would grind her brother’s gears? No, he had known her to be different than that. But then what did that mean – that there was somehow a deepening connection between them?

But for now, that didn’t matter. He allowed himself to get lost in the dance, riding the wave of her lively spirit, knowing that for now, there was nothing else he needed.

— — —

After dinner that night, Anne asked MC to join her for a walk outside. Sebastian immediately offered himself up to accompany them, but he was sabotaged by Solomon.

“Leave them, boy,” he admonished him, though his tone was not unkind. “I’m sure your sister will manage a few minutes without you.”

MC looked to the man, perhaps expecting a wink or some silent sign of support, but he didn’t see any. Maybe that had been a little too much to ask.

The air outside was refreshing, cool but not uncomfortable, and they walked together side by side for a while before MC decided to break the silence. “Your brother sure seems committed to making up for lost time.”

“I suspect it’s not so much that as the thought of us being alone together getting under his skin,” she said with a chuckle.  “Perhaps we should stay out here for a couple of hours, just to see him unravel.”

MC felt a slight tingle in his stomach. Did she just – no, clearly she was just joking.

They stopped on a plateau with a beautiful view of the hamlet, the cosy lights below piercing through the darkness. Anne let out a deep sigh. MC hoped he wasn’t being overly obvious as he admired her profile, the way she seemed to have been reborn with an ethereal sense of beauty.

“So, Sebastian told me you are leaving?” she asked, the hint of disappointment in her voice not escaping his notice.

“It would be for the best,” MC answered. “As hospitable as you all have been, this healing process is something the three of you need to go through together. I would just be distracting you from that. Besides, there are more things I need to do before I go back to Hogwarts after the summer.”

“Not anything dangerous, I should hope?”

“Don’t worry, I do intend to come back in one piece,” he said with a reassuring smile. “But my ability requires further honing… though you are a great testimony to the progress I’ve made so far, I suppose.”

“Glad to be of help, even though it didn’t really feel that way.”

They shared a chuckle between themselves and stood for a few minutes more, simply enjoying each other’s company. Then they spoke up again.

“Anne –”

“MC –”

They looked at each other slightly perplexed, then they laughed. “Ladies first,” MC said, grinning.

“Fair enough,” Anne laughed, before softening her tone. “I suppose I was just going to express my gratitude again, but then again… I think I’ve wasted far too much time to be playing coy with my feelings. So what I really want to tell you is… well, I’ve been thinking a lot. About what I still want to do, the life I want to live. About the place I see in that life – for you and me.”

She looked up at him, their eyes meeting. She had never looked more beautiful, the warm glow on her cheeks visible even in the pale moonlight. She bit down on her bottom lip as she averted her gaze, the simple gesture causing his heart to flutter. “Now look at me, still beating around the bush…”

“Anne…”

He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her. There were no questions asked, no things said, simply because there was no need. She responded by taking his head into her hands, deepening the kiss as if she had been given a taste of a forbidden fruit, a life she had always dreamt about and which had now finally become real to her, the fulfilment of a wish.

They still didn’t say a word when they broke apart, just enjoying the sweet and vulnerable sensation of the moment. Anne smiled, opening her eyes to him. “I’m glad you feel the same way.”

He took one of her hands into his, squeezing it. “Anne, is this… am I really the one you want?”

“Would I have kissed you if I didn’t?” As if to accentuate her answer, she kissed him again, leaving him breathless as her lips touched his in a way that left him practically a mess.

“I know I want this,” she said after pulling back again, taking both of his hands. “And well… you have some time to think it over, if you need it.”

“I think I’ve already made up my mind,” said MC as he smiled at her. “Though… do you think your brother will take kindly to the idea of us being together?”

Anne burst out in laughter; he wasn’t quite sure what was so funny, but he laughed along nevertheless, finding it hard to resist her giggle.

“Of all the dangers on your path, the perils threatening you, that is the thing you choose to worry about?”

And before he was even able to utter a response, her lips were back on his again, and he simply decided to stop thinking.

[imaginespazzi]

Ahaha well the response to my silliness didnt disappoint in the slightest bestie. And rest assured youd be getting that invite lol! Though I was genuinely unaware of her relationship status tbh. (I try to be the most respectful and cordial of anons, as you well know!💁‍♀️)

But Im now having to focus up on packing for said trip. While trying to feel some consolation about the recent Sparks happenings & Mystics result by telling myself it at least helps the greater good of Indy not getting another #1 pick

Wishing you a great end to the week! And I was so happy to see your writing again, exceptional as always..

And a happy Juneteenth to everyone ♥️

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LMAO if you're looking for an insane response, I am in fact your girl lol but I'm glad to not disappoint and I will start looking for bridesmaid dresses immediately!

I'm also not fully sure of her relationship status but I've heard she has an alleged girlfriend but don't let that stop you babes! I'm rooting for y'all now.

It's been a really bad day in the women's basketball world. Cam and now maybe Rhyne? Like please basketball gods ENOUGH of these injuries. This is now how I wanted my Paige to LA agenda to play out...

Ah thank you lovely, I'm glad you liked it and I hope you have a wonderful week!

[musingsfromalily]

Royalty AU Sentence Starters / Knights & Nobility

Lines taken from/inspired from misc. but primarily Kageki no Kuni Remember to specify muses for multimuses! Feel free to modify any of the lines to suit your muse.

“Why am I aching for you to understand my true self?”

“I’m unable to hold back my desire to confide in you.”

“This emotion...Please use your words to give it a name.”

“My apologies, making you listen to my ramblings...”

“The only thing that I can do is to risk my life protecting your secret, until the end of me.”

“No matter the sacrifice, I still wish to protect you.”

“I want to stand up and face it with my own strength.”

“If you value your life, don’t get close to ___ anymore. If you continue to remain beside them, disaster will fall upon you.”

“....Can you please leave me alone without asking anything for now?”

“Please don’t involve yourself with me anymore.”

“It’s a matter that has nothing to do with you, ___.”

“From now on, properly keep your distance from her. 

“Although my life has no freedom; As long as I can act, my soul is free.”

“Even if my fate is to be used by others, this is the path I have decided to walk!”

“The enemies are also attacking from above us!”

“My utmost apologies for coming so late.”

“I’ll be both your sword and shield.”

“My beloved ___ .... I will protect you, even if I have to bet my life on it.”

“A woman who can only be protected is out of fashion, after all.”

“I don’t want you to give up what’s important to you anymore.”

“ ____ isn’t the gentle person you believe them to be, you know.”

“Just the fact that he survived such an upbringing....You have guts, being with him.”

“The guy I’ve seen so far, he’s not the kind of person who gives any mercy to his enemies.”

“They are going home, let’s go too.”

“No matter how dirty that feeling is, you have to let it out. Don’t hold it in even in the slightest.”

“You’ve been acting strange since yesterday.”

“He won’t say anything, but in place of that; He smiles.”

“We are royalty, so we have been taught not to show our feelings on our faces. It’s something like a ‘habit.’ ”

“Your being able to live freely is a result of your older brother’s kindness. You understand that enough, don’t you?”

“Just now, there was a transmission. If it is deemed that you are unable to complete your assignment, you will return home immediately.”

“That means you will have to return to your former life.”

“You absolutely have to complete the assassination. This is the last chance that I am giving you.”

“Please think more about your position.

“Sorry, there was no other way to protect you but this.”

“It was an instant decision, but I think it’s better than being discovered by them.”

“This situation is very rude towards a lady.”

“Please forgive me, ___.”

“Take my hand so you won’t slip.”

“I don’t want you to close your heart, so...I came here.”

“I don’t know how I should say it, but...I want to convey my feelings properly.”

“If possible...I want to know your feelings, too.”

“If my incompetency makes you feel uncomfortable, then...”

“--You completely found out my inner feelings. Even though I was supposed to be trained not to show them...This is really embarrassing.”

“That’s why, without running away--Please answer me properly.”

“I thought you didn’t trust me.”

“I...I’ve never kissed before.”

“The moment I think of ___ ....My inexperienced heart can’t stop racing. It becomes very hard for me to act.”

“If I’m like this...everyone...and ___, too....Won’t I disappoint you...?”

“Having these feelings, it’s embarrassing--I ended up avoiding you.”

“Just keep silent and act like it’s nothing; I already trained myself to give up....”

“You’re the first one that I want to tell anything.”

“There’s not much time left. You’ll have to let me train you like a Spartan.”

“Your heartbeat is so loud.”

“It’s okay. I’ll accept everything.”

“Only I can see __ like this...I’m so happy.”

“Have you...ever kissed someone before, __?”

“I’m almost at the point where I don’t want to let the others see this.”

“Throw away your restraints.”

“Are you thinking of another person? You can’t do that. Now, just look at me.”

“That gaze, too...Everything is mine.”

“--It’s my first time. I kissed the person I love on my own.”

“Ever since I arrived here, I was trapped in a cage.”

“Something like love, I thought I couldn’t have it.”

“But precisely because of this life, I met you.”

“My happiness is like an overflowing song; I want to dance.”

“For now, let us only allow the moonlight to see us.”

“For our whole lives, we will definitely never forget. Our love story.”

“This is something I received from my mother, it’s my protective charm. I want you to hold onto it. My mother told me that one day, when I found the girl I love--To give it to her.”

“That love--Every last drop is mine, right?”

[haleigh-sloth]

I am done reading AssClass

Okay, let's see if I can type this all out without crying lol

This isn't a review, just my personal feelings on the manga, the things I liked, the things I didn't like (there really aren't much), things I wish I had seen more of etc., and my overall opinion on the ending (;--;)

Things I liked:

All of it. But seriously, the commentary on the education system. The way that it's "subtext" but like, Horikoshi-style subtext. It's not really subtext it's kind of in your face, unable to be ignored. While I'm fully aware that it caters to commentary on the Japanese education system, which differs greatly from what I'm personally familiar with, there are a lot of relatable aspects in this manga that I can relate to American education. For instance, all the "problem kids" getting hidden away from the general classroom, scapegoated, looked down upon, etc. All of that was super obvious. The way it emphasizes how individualizing teaching approaches to the student can produce amazing results that matter to that student. I work in special education currently, but I've been working with kids since I graduated college, and this manga felt very validating to me with how it shows what impact adults can have on kids if they put effort into their relationships.

Moving on....

It's a shounen, but I love how it managed to maintain its slice of life vibe by keeping it focused on their school experiences. Just the way the manga made sure not to dive into power scaling territory in any way whatsoever and mostly focus on demonstrating the way Korosensei was getting through to the students, which as a result really drove the ending home. It's kind of funny how the parts of BNHA that hold my interest the absolute LEAST were the parts of this manga that I wanted to make sure didn't fade away.

I also appreciate how it balanced its large cast without it feeling like cameo city. Everyone got the perfect amount of focus. Nobody felt like side characters who were getting more screen time than necessary to an annoying extent. It has its main focus characters but it truly is a manga about all of Class 3-E. I was impressed by that, as with large casts I usually get irritated quickly when characters I don't particularly care about (because the manga gives me no reason to seriously care about or be invested in them) are being given screen time SOLELY for the purpose of getting screen time. Just...things I generally don't like, but this manga didn't have that issue.

The characters of focus:

Korosensei- I knew his character would be the source of my tears at the end. The person who recommended this manga to me went ahead and told me he would die (which I appreciated because I think I might have been upset/angry at the manga if I hadn't been warned---I'm not good with tragedies lol). So--I knew what was coming, just not the how or the when. Korosensei is the best character in the manga and everything that happens in his arc I feel very reasonably warrants the ending. However it doesn't take away the devastation it made me feel lol. I knew early on, I could tell that he was going to be the source of most of the emotion dredged up in the manga. He didn't disappoint. I've never favored a mentor/teacher character this much.

Karma- My favorite, no surprise. I love how he's introduced as this deranged, violent, uncontrollable teen but ends up being the most go-getting academic in the class. He's bothered when his grades drop the slightest and he more than makes up for it later (so he CARES). He's pretty chill in personality but his unhinged-ness comes out randomly throughout and it's either hilarious or just really cool. He's really not what he's introduced as. He's goofy, and he drops his "revenge against teachers" persona pretty quickly after he's introduced and Korosensei picks at him a little. His friendship with Nagisa gives me life. It's hidden in the shadows but you know it's there, and it finally gets focus toward the end which I ate UP.

Nagisa- BEST MAIN CHARACTER. He feels so passive without actually being passive. His development happens subtly imo, it wasn't something I noticed until the summer vacation arc. After that I paid a lot more attention to him and he easily slide his way into top favs. I LOVE LOVE LOVE how his backstory tied into his skills in the classroom, and how that drove him to change his mind about being an assassin. God that was cinema at its finest. And I said this already but his friendship with Karma is just *chefs kisses* I love them both. They're melons.

Kayano- SHE SHOCKED ME. SURPRISED ME. BUT I LOVE HER. She really did stick close to the protag and hide in his shadow and then come out at the MOST unexpected time. Her backstory tying into Korosensei's backstory, making her closer to him than anyone else in the class ;--;

And that leads me into when I started sobbing and didn't stop.

Korosensei's backstory was rough, but the conclusion to his backstory was where the tears started flowing, and didn't stop until I finished the manga.

I was waiting for the kids to finally acknowledge what assassinating their teacher meant, and finally when the realization came I was emotionally unequipped for it:

These moments had me in a blubbering mess, and it's taking a lot of effort not to cry RIGHT NOW LOOKING AT THEM

And then of course:

....okay in order to avoid crying I'm gonna move on lol

Things I didn't like--honestly not much. I don't have any actual complaints. I just want to sue for emotional damages.

Things I wish had been different:

Things that aren't critiques because they aren't a flaw, just personal wishes I have.

I wish we had gotten to see more of Asano Jr. and Itona. I feel like Asano absolutely could have been used and explored more. Maybe I just wanted him to join class E. I knew it wasn't going to happen just due to the point I was at in the chapters and knowing it wasn't long enough to get into that. But Asano was a fav that I would have been very interested in seeing more. He felt like a side character who absolutely could have been lifted out of side character territory. Itona drew me in more when he was unhinged, and my liking for him didn't go away but my fixation on him shifted to Asano lol. I feel like Itona could also have been used more. But the way in which he was used wasn't bad at all.

Other characters:

I LOVE what happened with Principal Asano, absolutely love it. It made me forgive everything he was about throughout the story. I love his perception of Korosensei changing and how he offered him a job to come back later, I love his shift in thinking, his reuniting with his former students no matter how bittersweet it was. I loved Korosensei telling P. Asano that he was replicating what Asano had envisioned when he started his school. Tear jerking forreal.

Karasuma and Irina: Loved them. Loved how Karasuma kept a hard front almost the entire manga and slowly started letting it fade away as time went on. I love how the three teachers bonded and at the end, Karasuma acknowledging that all three of them raised that class. More tears flowing. Irina best girl. She was fanservice-y but it wasn't a stupid gag and was a part of her character (a legit seductress), and she as a whole was great.

I coud go on and on about the ending and how emotional it made me watching everyone clean the building and the mountain, and Kayano saying it feels like Korosensei and Aguri are still there with them, so they don't intend to make it a memorial site. I could go on and on but I'm legit tired of crying lol I really can't handle it anymore. So I'll end it here and say that this replaced Naruto in my top 5 LOL (sorry Naruto). 10/10.