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aquamarixx · 1 month ago

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breaking the internet

chapter six a series of misunderstanding and lack of communication finally leads Hiori and Miss Journalist to talk, once and for all. blue lock longfic series pairing hiori yo x reader contains slow slow slow burn, post blue lock timeskip, afab!reader, hurt/comfort, implied !NagiReo, suggestive nsfw masterlist

For weeks, there’s been nothing but radio silence.

You lost count of how many times you’ve typed a reply to Hiori, only to delete it afterward. Again and again.

Each time, the words feel wrong. Too stiff, too needy, too defensive. No matter how you framed it, everything sounded wrong. What could you even say that wouldn’t make everything worse?

Plus, he didn’t follow up either.

Every day, you’d sneak a peek into your Winstagram chats, only to see the same conversation where you left off. He’d view your stories, sure. A proof that he’s still there, just… watching. But other than that, nothing.

On weekends, you’d log onto Steam, hoping to catch him there while you convince yourself to unwind. Every time you do, a few minutes after you log in, his name would pop up on your notifications.

hiyooooooo is now online

Your cursor hovered over his profile picture more times than you cared to admit. But fear—no, humiliation—held you back. You’d tell yourself it was fear of rejection, of misstepping. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t just that. Maybe it was guilt too.

So you’ll sit straighter in your chair, hands gripping tight on your mouse, waiting. Waiting for a game invite, a little message, anything.

But nothing ever came.

Gaming was supposed to be your escape, something you both shared but it seems like it can’t break the cold shoulder treatment you’re getting from him.

Maybe I just need to see him. Or talk to him in person, you thought, clinging to the idea as though it might fix everything. Maybe it will. But still, easier said than done.

Desperation leads you to ask your editor for a beat change. Anything but Manshine City. The name alone made your stomach churn. You just need some distance from it until you clear the air between you and Hiori. Especially since you two haven’t spoken since the Nagi incident.

But Mercury in retrograde or whatever cruel force dictated your life these days, have other plans. Because your editor doesn’t budge. And to make matters worse, she hands you your next assignment.

“You’re covering another Manshine City game,” she said, her tone apologetic as it can be.

You want to protest. But before you can even spit out your rehearsed excuses, she cuts you off.

“They saw the numbers your Bastard München pieces pulled in,” she explained apologetically. “It’s PR gold for them.”

Her words hit you like a sucker punch. All the carefully prepared justifications in your head evaporated, leaving you standing there, mute and cornered.

Turns out, your editor and the Manshine City marketing manager are college buddies. She admits that the marketing manager cashed in a favor to get you to cover the team after seeing how you somehow brought good impressions to Bastard München.

As much as you want to get mad at your editor, you can’t. This was the woman who took a chance on you. The same woman who took you under her wing, believed in you when no one else would. How could you even say no to her?

You shake your head. It wasn’t your editor’s fault, really. That’s just how this business works.

And isn’t it good? People are asking for you, specifically. Isn’t that what you wanted?

Then why doesn’t it feel good?

You should be feeling good about it, right? Swelling with pride, even. Finally, people were putting a name to your work, treating you as more than a faceless, invisible byline. More than just an unfamiliar face in the video content.

Yet somehow, this void inside of you swallows every shred of accomplishment. And it leaves you unsatisfied and wondering if you truly deserve it.

And maybe—just maybe—it’s because you can’t untangle work from everything else. Because the lines are blurring, and you’ve let Hiori seep into every corner of your life. You’re not even sure you mind.

It’s ironic, isn’t it? He’s the one who made you believe in yourself, who made you feel like you could be more than just a name at the bottom of an article no one reads. He gave you the confidence to think you belonged here. And now, the thought of him lingers like a shadow, casting doubt over everything you do.

It’s not his fault. You know that. But it feels like the push and pull between your career and the “thing” you have with him is tearing you in two. That undefined, messy connection was supposed to be your escape—a rare piece of joy in the relentless grind of your career.

Instead, it feels like you’re being forced to choose.

Career or connection. Ambition or affection.

The tension in your chest is sharp and unrelenting.

No, you didn’t have time to dwell on that. At this point in your career, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Your personal life? Your preferences? None of that mattered.

You just had to suck it up. And do your job.

The stadium continues to buzz with energy as Manshine City wraps up their match with another clutch win. You just finished interviewing Nagi and Chigiri, notebook clutched in your hand.

Exhaustion pulls at you, but you linger a bit longer, tempted by the upcoming match between Bastard München and Italy Ubers. You have to get going if you want to get started with writing at home and sleep early.

Before you can give in to that temptation and the idea of seeing Hiori even from afar, Reo and the Manshine City marketing manager pull you into a conversation about potential content collaborations.

Despite their excitement showing, you’re pretty much drained. Instead, you offer your goodbyes, attempting to avoid getting roped in further to their impromptu planning.

“Stay, Miss Journalist, stay!” Reo calls out dramatically before he drapes himself over Nagi like a cat. With an apologetic smile and a small wave, you quicken your steps to get further away.

As you turn, you freeze when you nearly collide with someone. Hands catch you by the shoulders, steadying you before quickly letting go.

“Hiori…” you breathe as you lock gazes with him.

For a moment, you swear he looked… hurt. But it vanishes as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual calm mask. He takes a step back, scratching the back of his neck, his gaze darting away from you.

You’re just about to speak but Chigiri’s voice slices through the tension.

“Hiori, hey!” Chigiri bounds over, oblivious to the atmosphere. His bright energy collides with the moment like a sledgehammer.

Hiori forces a strained, lopsided smile. “Hey.”

“You’ve met Miss Journalist, right?” Chigiri gestures at you with a grin. “Sorry for stealing your fan.”

Hiori eyes the Manshine City jersey draped on your shoulders. A casual gift from the team manager, thanking you for the support and hard work.

His jaw tightens ever so slightly, his hands curling into loose fists at his sides. You feel your stomach twist uncomfortably.

“Oh yeah? I’m hurt.” A laugh escapes him but his sarcasm is unmistakeable.

“I-uh, I’m a Bastard München fan at heart, y’know that.” you stammer, gripping your notebook so tight.

“Well, we don’t mind changing that, do we, Nagi?” Reo teases, his smirk sharp.

Nagi, ever the enigma, tilts his head lazily. “Hmm, changing someone’s mind is a hassle. But Miss Journalist seems worth it.”

That statement doesn’t help.

What the hell is going on in that guy’s head? Are they really riling up Hiori?

“Wanna make a bet?” Reo’s voice is light, but the edge in his tone is clear.

“I don’t think she needs a bet to know who she likes better,” Hiori cuts in, his voice sharper than usual.

Usually, Hiori won’t be provoked by such trivial things. He gets enough shit like that within his team already. And it doesn’t faze him.

But this—this is different.

Because somehow, you’re involved and in the middle of it. And because it’s you.

He hates the way Reo’s arm brushes against your shoulder as he tries to invade your space. He hates the way Nagi’s detached comment earns a small laugh from Chigiri as if they’re onto something.

And most of all, he hates the image of you in that damn jersey. Or any other team’s jersey.

Not to mention, he never saw Nagi take an interest in you before. Nor Reo. Not that you’re not attractive. Because you are. But this possessive feeling, is it even right?

It’s irrational. He knows that. He has no right to feel this way. But the jealousy festers anyway, fueled by weeks of silence between you.

“Scared she might like us like us more?” Reo continues to taunt him, his grin widening as he zeroes in on the crack in Hiori’s composure.

Hiori’s fists clench tighter. “Yer delusional,” he snaps, the words biting.

Men. Are. So. Full. Of. Themselves.

You’re not a prize. You’re not some trophy for their ego-driven competition.

Or whatever pissing content is happening between the guys.

Without a word, you turn on your heel and walk away, your steps firm and purposeful. But before you round the corner, you throw a seething glare in Hiori’s direction.

He sees it.

And it hits him harder than anything Reo could have thrown.

Hiori stares at the untouched plate of food in front of him, the hum of conversation around the dinner table fading into a dull, distant noise. His teammates' laughter and energy fill the space in the way only Bastard München could.

But he can’t focus.

The moment from earlier—Reo’s teasing smirk, Nagi’s casual remarks, and the way you looked at him with such anger—loops in his mind like a highlight reel he couldn’t escape.

He doesn’t know what to do with the emotions simmering under the surface. The possessiveness, the jealousy.

It doesn’t make sense, not when the two of you aren’t even together. Both of you haven’t talked about feelings, about whether you even felt the same way.

So why did it feel like something sharp had lodged in his chest every time he thought about you with someone else?

His fingers drum lightly against his thigh as he fights the urge to check his phone again. He’s already done it too many times, looking at your messages, and wondering if he should text you. The silence between you has stretched so long that Hiori isn’t sure how to bridge it.

Am I being pushy? He thought, the question hanging heavy in his mind.

Is it selfish to want more when we haven’t defined what this is? Am I not being a creep?

And yet, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting.

To understand the little things that make you smile. To know you outside the boundaries of work. To know you in a deep, personal, and intimate setting.

To be the reason for all those moments.

The weight of the thought crashes into him. His chest tightens as the room around him seems to blur—teammates laughing, cutlery clinking, voices overlapping—fading into a hollow echo. The world slows, yet his pulse quickens, each beat louder and heavier than the last.

And then, it hits him.

“I do like her.”

The words slip out of him before he even knows he’s saying them.

The jealousy, the longing, the unspoken hope he’d buried deep enough to convince himself it wasn’t there. But it was. It always had been.

The realization doesn’t just hit—it collides, with the force of a meteor smashing into the earth. It leaves him shaken, reeling, and terrified in all equal measure.

Oh god, I like her.

He’s been running from it, denying it, pretending it wasn’t there. But there’s no escaping it now. No undoing it. It’s real, undeniable, and alive inside him, threatening to consume him if he doesn’t let it out.

His gaze drops to his hands, fidgeting against his jeans. He hates the jealousy twisting in his chest. It wasn’t fair—to you, to the relationship you shared, undefined as it was.

Is my possessiveness hindering her job? She’s here to do her work, and I’m… what? A distraction? A complication?

The weight of the thought makes his stomach churn. And then there was the nagging doubt he couldn’t shake: Does she like me for me? Or is it just Hiori Yo, the athlete? The player?

His teammates’ laughter jolts him out of his thoughts. He blinks, realizing he missed half the conversation. He forces a tight-lipped smile as Isagi nudges him, but his mind wanders back to the phone in his pocket.

He reaches for it, his heart quickening at the sight of your name on the screen. A message from you.

/yn_offthepage: what the fuck was that about earlier?

He freezes, his thumb hovering over the notification. He hasn’t heard you curse even once. Even through the text, he can hear your biting tone inside his head, ringing.

The screen dims, and Hiori lets it. The weight of his uncertainty presses heavily on him. For now, he couldn’t bring himself to open the message.

Later that night, back in his room, Hiori sits at his desk, staring blankly at his PC screen. Even the idea of gaming felt hollow. His mind was too restless.

His eyes wander to the image of you and him sitting at the pitch all sweaty. It was the candid shot someone had taken during the content shoot where he taught you how to dribble.

You were looking afar with a big smile on your face, and he was looking at you with so much yearning, the smallest smile tugging at his lips, betraying him.

The sight of it stirred something in him. A longing, sharp and bittersweet. He wanted to know if you ever looked at him the way he looked at you at that moment.

But what if opening up ruined what you already had? What if his feelings crossed a line you weren’t ready to acknowledge?

Hiori sighs, leaning back in his chair. The questions linger, unanswered.

For now, all he can do is sit with them, hoping he’d find the courage to face you—and himself—soon.

Your schedule finally winds down when the JFA hosts a midseason party disguised as a roadshow for the upcoming months and next season.

It’s a rare opportunity to step away from the chaos of your work, and you’re willing to take it. Networking, getting insider info straight from the lion’s den—and of course, free food and drinks.

Especially the free-flowing alcohol.

Despite the “casual” label slapped on the event, it’s still as lavish as you’d expect. Thank goodness there’s no formal dress code. You settled on your favorite gray high-waisted trousers paired with a tight-fitting black sleeveless turtleneck. Professional but bold, with just enough skin to leave an impression.

You can never go wrong with a little show of confidence, after all.

At the venue, you exchange pleasantries with Anri and Ego. The three of you make for an unusual trio, seated together like this. While you take notes as part of your routine, Anri occasionally scolds Ego for yawning or delivering sharp quips from the side.

The roadshow presentation is a mix of team management personnel, media representatives, investors, and a few JFA partners. As usual, the rest of the crowd is either running late or loitering outside, waiting for the afterparty to begin.

At least, you’re at ease knowing that you won’t bump into any players. Not just yet.

As soon as the program ends, the three of you continue to chat at the bar counter over drinks. But before you can even swap gossip with Anri, she’s whisked away by a group of Blue Lock graduates—punctual players from Italy Ubers. That leaves you alone with Ego, who sips whiskey neat while you nurse a Long Island iced tea.

“You’re doing better than the last time we met. Not bad for an unpolished gem,” he remarks dryly, lifting his glass.

It’s a backhanded compliment, but you can’t help the small flicker of pride it sparks.

“It’s... okay, I guess. But honestly, I didn’t expect how tough it’d be. The lines between work, passion, and personal life blur so easily.”

You ramble about juggling deadlines, clashing assignments, and the weight of endless expectations. Ego listens in silence, his sharp gaze unwavering.

“Then be an egoist,” he says bluntly, cutting through your ramblings like a knife. “You think those brats are just selfish jerks? They are. But egoism is what keeps them on top.

“It’s what makes them grow, thrive, and become the best. You’re no different. You have to feed your ego too, or else you’ll be devoured and spat out until you’re an empty husk of yourself.”

His words settle heavily in your chest. Before you can respond, Ego stands up, gives a half-hearted wave, and strides toward the exit, muttering something about how his tolerance for the evening’s schmoozing has reached its limit.

Scanning the room, you notice Anri still deep in conversation with some JFA people by the dance floor, while others mingle in scattered groups. The bar counter feels empty now, save for you and the two bartenders.

It’s a good time to pause and gather your thoughts—or maybe strike up a conversation with someone if the alcohol kicks in enough courage.

For now, you sit quietly, Ego’s words echoing in your mind.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s time to stand up for yourself—to push for better assignments, to confront Hiori, to stop burying your frustrations under layers of professionalism and fear.

Liquid courage starts to course through your body, loosening your hesitation. You pull out your phone and quickly type a message to your editor.

“I want a new assignment. I think I deserve that much, don’t I?” You hit send and switch your phone to Do Not Disturb before you can even second-guess yourself.

Before your musings can go deeper, someone slides onto the stool to your right. You glance up to see Reo with his cheeks flushed pink and his smile wide with mischief.

Behind him, Nagi trails, hands stuffed into his pockets, his disheveled hair giving him an even lazier charm. The scent of whiskey clings to them both, Reo more noticeably so.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our favorite journalist,” Reo greets, his voice dripping with playful charm. “What are you doing here all alone? Don’t you know parties are for mingling?”

You glance up, managing to offer a small smile. “And here I thought parties were for free food and drinks.”

“Touché,” Reo laughs, leaning against the bar counter. “But c’mon, there’s more to this party than just snacks. Like us, for instance.”

“Us?” you echo, your brows raising slightly.

“Me and Nagi, of course,” he says, draping an arm over Nagi’s shoulder. “You know, we were just talking about you earlier. He thinks you’re cute.”

Nagi gives a small, noncommittal shrug, his half-lidded eyes fixed on you. “He’s not wrong.”

You blink, the casualness of his statement catches you off guard. Before you can process it, Reo leans in closer, his grin widening. “You should come dance with us. I mean, what’s the harm? A little fun never hurt anyone, right?”

Your laughter is polite but nervous as you shake your head. “I’m fine here, really.”

“Oh, come on,” Reo presses, nudging Nagi toward you. “You look real nice tonight. Don’t tell me you’re just going to sit here all night while looking like that.”

The warmth of Reo’s arm brushing against yours sends a strange buzz through you. Nagi watches quietly, an amused glint in his eyes, as though content to let Reo take the lead in whatever this is.

“You don’t have a boyfriend, right?” Nagi asks suddenly, his voice calm but cutting through the noise around you.

The question startles you, and your answer comes almost automatically. “I don’t.”

“Good,” Reo murmurs, his voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. “Then no one’s going to mind if we take you home tonight.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and electric. You almost choke on your drink, coughing slightly as you gape at him. “Wait, what?”

“Take you home,” Reo repeats, his smile slow and deliberate as if testing how far he can push. “You, me, and Nagi. What do you say? We’ll make sure it’s worth your time.”

Nagi’s lips quirk into a faint smile, watching you with an unreadable expression. “Reo’s kidding… mostly.” His tone is dry, but there’s an edge of intrigue that makes it hard to tell where the joke ends.

Your pulse quickens, confusion and a strange heat mingling as you glance between them. Reo’s boldness is dizzying while Nagi’s quiet amusement only adds to your disorientation.

“I… I’m flattered,” you stammer, your voice wavering. “But I’m not interested.”

“Aww c’mon! Give us a chance?” Reo pleads, lightly touching your bare arms.

“I’m really-”

You wonder if this is just a game to him or something more. But before you can untangle your thoughts, a firm hand lands on the counter to your left, the loud cutting through the tension like a blade.

You turn your head to see Hiori, his smile strained but unwavering. His gaze flickers between you before settling on Reo.

“Mind if I borrow Miss Journalist for a while?” he asks smoothly, though his words leave no room for argument.

Reo raises his hands in mock surrender, his grin unfaltering. “Alright, alright. But I’ll get my dance one day, Miss Journalist! Think about it!”

Hiori doesn’t wait for a reply, instead, he places a gentle but firm hand on your lower back, guiding you away from the bar as Reo and Nagi watch the both of you saunter away.

"Hey," a small smile plays on Hiori’s lips as he greets you.

"Hi."

The balcony door slides shut behind him, muting the pounding bass and chatter from the dance floor. It’s just the two of you now, isolated from the noise, the cool autumn air biting at your skin.

You take a good look at Hiori. A white t-shirt tucked into matching trousers, paired with a soft navy cardigan that clings to his frame. He looks effortlessly put together, as always.

"Ya alright?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah," you lie, the words feel heavier than they should.

"What was that about?" Hiori frowns, tilting his head slightly.

"I… think Reo was asking me to uh… sleep with him and Nagi? Are they like, together?" you blurt out, half-laughing, trying to lighten the tension you can already feel brewing.

"Yeah, they are. Pretty low-key 'bout it. Wild, huh?" he chuckles, and for a moment, the tension eases.

But the silence that follows grows heavy. For a minute, neither of you talk. The soft whistle of the wind and the distant hum of the city fill the void between you, but neither of you moves to break it. Finally, you speak.

"You don’t text me anymore," you say suddenly, the accusation sharp.

"Ya never replied," Hiori counters just as quickly, his tone flat but the edge unmistakable.

You bite your lip. "I didn’t know what to say. It felt like you were accusing me of something."

Now, Hiori looks guilty, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Just… just stop tryin’ to avoid this. Shuttin’ me out isn’t going to fix the problem."

"I wasn’t shutting you out," you argue, but even you don’t believe it. "I just—didn’t know how to respond. It felt like no matter what I said, it wouldn’t be enough."

"And ya thought ignorin’ me was better? Just pretendin’ nothin’ happened?" His voice rises, frustration simmering to the surface.

"What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, it was just work. I’m not interested in Nagi or Manshine City.’ What am I to you to have to defend myself like that?" you snap back, your voice trembling.

"I don’t know!" Hiori snaps back, his frustration breaking through. "I thought we were close enough to say things like that to each other!"

"And your message had no emojis!" your words overlap with Hiori. It was definitely a petty statement but at this point, your emotions are spilling over in ways even you don’t understand.

Hiori’s eyes narrow, his voice dropping to a dangerous softness. "Didya ever care about me?"

"Because it doesn’t feel like ya do. Ya ignored me when we won. I looked for ya. I know ya saw me. But ya wouldn’t even look my way.." His voice cracks and you see the hurt he’s been burying.

"Do ya know what that felt like?" His voice is a whisper, pleading.

You know the answer. That it hurt like a bitch. Because you felt the same pain when both of you went on the silent treatment for weeks. Embarrassment flooded your chest.

This could’ve been resolved easily by just talking things through. This confrontation could’ve been avoided and saved you both the time. But no.

Instead, you let the hurt fester even further, creating this invisible barrier between the two of you. And now, the blame game is on. And it doesn’t even make sense.

"It wasn’t about you!" Before you can even think, your words tumbling out in desperation. "It was for work. I-I didn’t want to be seen as the Bastard München… fangirl."

"Why not?" Hiori’s voice rises, taken aback by your words. "We ain’t good enough fer ya? Or is it just me? Am I not good enough fer ya?"

The words hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you momentarily stunned. "I didn’t say that," you whisper, your voice trembling.

"And why should that matter?" Hiori snaps, his voice raw with emotion. "Why does it feel like yer always running away from me?"

Even Hiori himself can’t comprehend why he’s so frustrated. He’s felt betrayal from his parents before. For them caring more about his stature as an athlete than his well-being as their son.

But this one’s different.

He knows how petty he is being. But he can’t help himself not be vulnerable around you. All reason, all logic thrown out of the window because of you.

All he can think at this point is how good it felt talking to you about work and games. How good it felt when you would talk about football with him with such a glimmer in your eyes that it fascinates him to see how you view the sport.

How it felt good when you would run up to him to interview him and the team as you guys exchange knowing smiles, fingers grazing just barely. All he knows is that you are magnetic.

Even right now, all he can think about is being close to you.

You turn away from him. A shiver runs down your spine, regretting not wearing something more warm for this party.

I can’t do this. Not now, you thought.

“Please leave me alone. For now. I can’t do this, Hiori.”

The autumn air nips are your arms. Instinctively, you cross your arm in hopes of warming yourself, eyes gazing away from Hiori still. A warm hand envelopes one of yours and you feel the thick cardigan drapes over you, shielding you from the cold wind.

Hiori’s gaze softens, but his voice remains firm. "M’not leaving until ya tell me what’s going on. Why are ya pushing me away?"

Your shoulders slump as the weight of it all crashes down on you. "Because I feel guilty, okay?" you say. "I don’t want you to think I’m using you."

"People talk," you continue, your voice breaking. "All I hear is how I’m some opportunist, bandwagoning on Bastard München—on you."

You swallow hard, your chest tightening. "I don’t know what this is," you finally admit, gesturing between the two of you.

"I don’t know what we are, or what I’m even allowed to hope for. And I don’t want to push you or cross a line, but it’s—" Your voice breaks, tears threatening to spill any moment.

"It’s like I’m trying to walk on this invisible tightrope, and I’m scared of messing it all up."

Hiori’s gaze softens, but you keep going, unable to stop now. "I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know how to navigate this—whatever this is—without hurting you or myself or both. And why should you care, right?" you add bitterly, the words tasting like poison.

Hiori steps closer, his voice breaking. "I care. Yer the one person who made me feel like more than just a player. And it hurts like hell to feel like I don’t matter to ya."

"You do matter," you whisper, your voice trembling. "You’re the one thing I think about when I work, Hiori. You’re the reason I believe in myself. But you’re… you’re s-so out of reach, and I’m terrified of ruining what little we have."

Your voice quivers as you reply, "And I don’t know how to fix it, Hiori. I don’t even know where to begin. And it’s not fair to you. You’re you—amazing and steady and… everything I’m not."

He closes the distance between you, his hands gripping your shoulders. "Dontcha get it? I don’t need us to have all the answers now. Just need ya to stop running."

Tears stream down your face as the weight of his words sinks in. "I’m scared," you whisper.

"And ya think I’m not?" he shoots back, his voice cracking.

"Yer all I think about, and it terrifies me. But I don’t care. I’m here. I’m stayin’. And I’ll wait as long as it takes fer ya to figure out who ya are—because I already know who ya are to me."

For a moment, the world holds still. Then Hiori closes the distance between you, his hands cupping your face gently. He hesitates, searching your eyes for permission, and when you don’t pull away, he leans in.

"Yer amazing," he whispers, breath hot against your lips. "And ya don’t even realize it."

The kiss is soft at first, testing, but quickly deepens as the emotions between you spill over. His lips are warm, grounding you, and when his tongue brushes yours, it leaves you breathless.

You melt under his touch. The kiss itself is intoxicating, as if you’re drowning, lightheaded by the swirling emotions and the budding heat within you.

When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. "I like ya too, y’know" he murmurs. "M’sorry fer doubting ya. Fer making ya feel like ya had to carry this alone."

He kisses you again, slower this time as if savoring the moment. "I’m sorry for being a coward. For not talking to you."

You clutch at his shirt, your tears mingling with his kiss. "I’m sorry too," you whisper into his mouth.

He smiles faintly, brushing a tear from your cheek. "All this because my message didn’t have an emoji, huh?" he laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your lips.

You let out a shaky laugh, the tension between you finally giving way to something lighter. In this moment, with him, you feel the weight of your worries start to lift, even if just for now.

In this moment, with him, you wish the night would never end.

amari's notes: struggled to write this one, i wanted to really get this chapter out quickly but i wasnt satisfied with my first drafts so i had to rewrite it so many times. i really wanted this to come out well. this chapter is close to my heart, esp when hiori and miss journalist talk about their insecurities. anw, I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or drop an ask. i'll greatly appreciate it! Hope you all enjoy this chapter! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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elswing · 6 months ago

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i hate posting discourse it's pointless and doesn't do anything for me except prolong my annoyance but i'm Tired™ and feel like shouting into the void. apologies to my beautiful feanorian mutuals please look away i love u

i neeeeeeed everyone to stop claiming they like elwing if their characterisation of her is completely made-up biased bullshit that paints her as an immature and disdained ruler (?????) who couldn't balance her responsibilities with the husband she married too young (at 22. practically a child bride honestly) and the children she never wanted (where. where does it say this). she's clearly such a bad mother that she abandoned them at first opportunity (she knew the feanorians were more than capable of killing a pair of twin boys because they literally already did that. that's very much a thing that already happened. to her brothers) and it was her selfish nature that made her soooo eager to flee (she had no reason to think ulmo would save her it was literally a suicide attempt. she wanted to make sure the deaths of her people and presumed deaths of her sons weren't in vain by ensuring they never obtained the silmaril)

like i'm gonna touch your hand as i say this. it's okay if you hate her! just don't pretend that you weren't thriving in the 2016 era of silm fandom where everyone pushed all their male fave's negative traits onto any other woman in a 5 mile radius to grab Poor Little Meow Meow status for war criminal #1 #2 and #3 to then turn around and spout the exact same (factually untrue) sexist rhetoric concealed under seven layers of buzzwords just because it's the year of "unlikable and complicated female characters" like buddy who are we talking about here. have you perhaps considered making an oc?

and i'm NOT saying i want the whole fandom to mimic my exact opinions and thoughts about elwing i realise that one of the best parts of the silm is how divisive it is and how you have so much wiggle room to come to your own interpretations because of how VAGUE the source material is but i'm genuinely convinced everyone's just parroting shit they saw in ao3 fanfics where maglor is secretly lindir and the premise is elrond sneaking him into valinor and elwing yells at him for slaughtering her people. TWICE. and this is framed as a category 5 Woman Moment so elrond disowns her and calls maglor his real dad

(eärendil misses this entire ordeal because he went on a voyage to save the world that one time and no one's let him live it down since because the whole fandom as a collective decided he did this because he's a terrible dad and not because the whole continent was at war and about to be wiped out and maybe he came to the unfortunate but reasonable conclusion that leaving is the best thing he could do for his family if it meant there was a chance his sons could grow up safe in a world that wasn't ruled by Fucking Satan so now his whole Beloved Sacrificial Lion: The Thin Line Between Doomed and Prophesized Hero™ shtick is tossed out in favour of.... *checks notes* Guy Who Forgot To Pay Child Support? oh and they're a lot louder about this because he's a man so no one can call it misogyny that's why no one ever goes the #girlflop #ILoveMyBlorbosNastyAndComplicated route with him and he gets dubbed as that one asshole who just wanted fame and glory even though that goes against the general themes for tolkien's hero characters. and tolkien loved that dude to bits that was his specialist little guy so you can't seriously tell me you think that's what he was trying to portray???????? is that seriously what you think he was trying to portray????????? babe????????????

also there's a BIG difference when it's a character that's only named in one draft and doesn't exist in the rest or gil-galad who has like three and a half possible fathers but ELWING??????? the only possible way you could be coming to these conclusions is if you read the damn book with your eyes closed. FUCK.

#im clicking post and then never opening my mouth about it again #i got all i needed to say out in one solid swing that's good enough for me. pacifism restored 👍#anti feanorians #<- which im not but i genuinely dont want to shit stir #elwing #earendil #silm #mine

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thoughts on the Eddie scene from the end of the commercial reel? :D

HAHA oh man. okay while i'm waiting on the results of that poll, i might as well answer this. thoughts under the cut:

so, this may be me being optimistic, but i actually don't think this is indicative of eddie being permadead or anything, and not just because i think it'd be kinda cheap to kill a character off this early into the story before we even got to really know them. rather, i think this is a pretty straightforward explanation for eddie's absence from the homewarming recordings: he spent most of the day in his office waiting to be called on, only got invited to the homewarming party once everyone else had wrapped up their shenanigans, and proceeded to disassociate so hard that he was borderline catatonic when frank managed to draw his attention away from whatever he saw when he looked beyond the veil - and it's implied that frank was the only (or at least, the first) person to notice his acute distress in the first place. in short, eddie's presence throughout the entire holiday of homewarming ended up being so inconsequential either way that he might as well have not even been worth mentioning. of course, if he is missing by the next update then like. egg on my face. but that's how i see it for now.

so, is The Void that eddie found himself in when he first opened his eyes real? i mean, certainly on some level, it must be. either it's the truth of the neighbors' world or it is simply true for home, since they were the only other entity there - and since home is at the center of their world, well...... . as for what the void represents - i feel like that's something we'll only have a clearer picture of once another character finds themselves in The Bullshit, but i can hazard a few guesses, the first and most obvious being that it's eddie accidentally piercing the veil by being just a little too OOC for the universe's liking, i.e. "silly mailman, you're the resident workaholic! you're not actually supposed to relax, that's just so this special can end!" the second interpretation - and one that i like just a bit more, if i'm being honest - is that it's a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, or that distress over a deviation from the status quo makes one more susceptible to The Horrors.

hear me out: we know from the previous show scenes in the commercial reel that feeling useless or unneeded by way of having no work to do is a really easy way to get under eddie's skin, and his agitation over that was still lingering when sally invited him to the homewarming party. he's optimistic, yes - but very cautiously so. he's not used to it. something still feels a little wrong, which presents a prime opportunity for Something (home?) to wrap their arm around his shoulder and go, "buddy, you have no fucking idea." i remember reading a post that went something like "if a person goes from 1 to 100 seemingly out of nowhere, chances are they were at a 99 for a really long time, and they were just either hiding it or didn't even realize it." i think it's something like that. Something - home? wally? one of those two acting on the other's behalf? - sees this dissatisfaction, and in it, finds an opportunity to Make Them See. Make Them Understand.

something else i can't stop thinking about is that final shot of frank at the end. on the one hand, yes, it is very sweet how frank is willing to break away from formality if it means making sure that eddie's alright. on the other hand, though.... that shot of frank feels very idolizing to me. in the sea of red, frank is the one remnant of when things were fine and dandy for eddie just a few minutes before. he's in the center of the shot, and for that split second, arguably the center of eddie's world. they're even haloed by light, like an angel. again, whether they're in a properly established relationship by this point or if this is the beginning of their relationship turning from a playful flirtationship to something deeper, it's sweet to think that this is how eddie sees frank - as a refuge from The Bullshit. but i have to wonder... is eddie prepared for the possibility (or inevitability, rather) that one day, it'll be frank in that chair? given how frank likes things "just so," how is eddie going to react if, say, frank decides that the best way to ensure eddie's safety/wellbeing is to stay away from him? Many Questions Here.

[remembers that i suggested lower one's eyes as eddie's answer to frank's esperar pra ver once] [remembers that lower one's eyes is about a judas analogue being in love with a jesus analogue] [coughs up blood]

on that note, i know some folks think that at least some parts of "bug-a-bye and goodnight" are about eddie because "that's not the kind of thing you say about a bug!!!" but the thing about that is. it might not be what you would say about a bug. but it is absolutely what frank would say about a bug.

ok i'm done. For Now.

#anonymous #ask #welcome home #wh speculation #eddie dear #franklydear #near the end anyway #edit: CHECK THE ADDITIONAL REBLOGS I ADD ONTO THIS POST A LOT

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sc0tters · 1 year ago

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The Other Man | Trevor Zegras

summary: your fling with Trevor ended months ago, now that you’ve got a boyfriend you can’t help but miss the Ducks star.

song: Thinkin’ about Me - Morgan Wallen

request: yes/no

warnings: mature scenes, fem receiving oral, p in v, swearing, toxic Trevor, mentions of cheating (sorry Mason!)

word count: 3.8k

authors note: Wasn’t gonna post this with super smut Thursday cause it wasn’t based around smut. Is it wrong of me to say that writing this was actually really enjoyable..? I don’t usually highlight cheating either but I felt like this song called for it. If you want to check out the rest of the celly you can do so here!

Your self restraint was being tested tonight.

Trevor threw back his beer as he watched Mason with his arms around you. The way Canadian let his hand settle just above your ass as you looked up at him with a smile when he mumbled something into your ear “you two know each other?” Mason asked as he followed your line of sight when he locked eyes with his teammate.

You were quick to shake your head “ended a long time ago,” you confessed as you pushed yourself forward to kiss his lips. It was needy and hungry because you were desperate to show Trevor that you had moved on.

Up until three months ago you two had a fuck buddy relationship that spanned over four months that you started with your neighbour. It was after a massive loss that the ducks were dealt at home and Trevor came to yours seeking a drink when one thing led to another and he ended up in your bed.

Things were going really well for the two of you, neither one wanted anything serious as you had just gotten out of a serious relationship. But one night when you had course work up to your eyeballs that you had to complete it was a rude awakening when you were met with the sounds of female moans from Trevor’s bedroom. It shouldn’t have struck as big of a nerve as it did because you knew that he wasn’t your boyfriend and you weren’t his girlfriend. But it just sort of felt like if he wanted to start sleeping with other people he should have done it in month one or two of your ‘relationship’ not in the forth. Naturally with your hurt pride you sent him a text ending it the next morning.

This was the first time you had seen Trevor since and you knew that he knew he was having an effect on you. So you didn’t stop Mason when his hand trailed the bottom of your dress or when he cupped your ass as it caused you to moan into his mouth. That gave the boy the space to let his tongue go into your mouth, his beer tasted cheaper than the one Trevor usually drank.

The one you were used to having in your mouth instead.

Mason smirked at the sound of his teammates whistling “sorry baby,” he turned a shade of pink as he was reminded about the fact that you two weren’t alone.

You sucked at your teeth as you frowned “don’t be,” you shook your head when you saw in the mirror that was on the wall that Trevor had walked behind you “that was hot.” You pointed out as you let your thumb clean the boys lip to void it of the smudged lipstick that was on it.

Jamie had just lost another game of beer pong as he let out a groan “come play Mase!” He called out as the fellow Canadian was his usual partner for doubles games.

Your boyfriend sent you a sorry look “I can survive alone,” you smiled as you motioned to him to go “I should fix my lipstick anyways.” You added causing the grin on his face to increase.

Mason tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear “guess I should do this before you do then,” he mumbled as he hooked his fingers under your jaw before he captured your lips in another kiss.

Only stopping when your hand pressed on his chest “go,” you motioned to him to walk to his teammate who clearly was still waiting.

The walk to the bathroom was much quieter than you thought it would be, with the only interruption coming when you were about to shut the door “see you’ve got a new friend.” Trevor mumbled as he pushed his hand between the wall and door.

You rolled your eyes as you walked to the sink “you jealous?” You scoffed as you looked through your clutch to find your lipstick.

The centre player smirked as he made his way over to the wall next to the sink so he could lean against it “there ain’t no reason to be,” he shook his head causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

Trevor only continued “not when you’re wearing my favourite dress,” it was true, that little black dress was something that Trevor had picked out for you when you were online shopping one day and the boy had come over.

He leaned forward so that his mouth was resting against your ear “you knew Mase was my teammate,” he added smirking when you nodded “you knew I’d be here tonight and that’s why you’re wearing this little outfit.” You hated how Trevor knew you like he did.

But when he crossed his arms and stared at your chest that only had your little necklace with a heart on it you were reminded of the fact that Mason was outside “I should go.” The uncertainty in your voice made it sound like you didn’t even know if it was a question or a statement that fell from your lips.

When he didn’t move you had to push past him “don’t forget that my door is also open when you realise he can’t make you feel as good as I can.” The smug look on Trevor’s face made you want to slap him.

You spun back around to face him “Mase has me coming for days.” You spat as you shoved your finger into his chest before you walked back out of the bathroom. It took you a moment to compose yourself as you forced a smile onto your face “you winning?” You asked Mason as you found your place under his arm.

The Canadian wasn’t a idiot when he saw Trevor send him a smirk as the American left the bathrooms “always,” he murmured bringing his lips down to yours once more for a quick peck.

Trevor wasn’t jealous, it wasn’t a word that was in his dictionary. He was surprised when you walked into the bar and he was even more surprised when you walked in with Mason hot on your tail.

The two of your personalities just didn’t work together, Mason was calm and collected often having to be forced to go out. Whereas you were this wild child often dragging Trevor to parties whilst you two were in your fuck buddy relationship. You needed someone who didn’t need to control you but knew how to put up with you. Your needs in bed weren’t vanilla either, and whilst the boys didn’t talk about what or who they did in bed Trevor could have put money on his teammate not living up to your standards.

The thing you said back in the bathroom? That was simply a lie, and even Trevor knew it.

Yes Mason would make sure that you finished at the end of your session. But he didn’t have you going more than one round unless it was a big night. Yet he’d always feel so bad when you struggled to walk the next morning (a sign that you felt meant you had been fucked right) that he’d treat you like you were glass the next few times you were in bed.

His amusement didn’t last for long though because by the time he got home he was met with the sounds of your moans “right there Mase,” you groaned as your head dug itself into your mattress.

Mason had come home with you to drop you off but the look you gave him as you kissed him Goodnight had him following you upstairs within seconds.

You were close to your high as the Canadian wrapped his arms around your thighs in an attempt to make sure that you didn’t move “so sweet,” he mumbled as he let his tongue swirl around your clit.

It was like you knew Trevor had just arrived home when your moans became louder “fuck I’m gonna come,” you announced as your fingers went to the boys hair to make sure that he didn’t pull away again.

The American grew irritated at the way his cock was against him as it grew hard in his shorts.

Your near scream was met with the sound of Trevor slamming his bathroom door shut as he was in dire need of a shower to help his little problem.

Not even an hour later Mason was already leaving your apartment. It was one stark difference between the two boys, Mason was this rule follower who adored the idea of restrictions but Trevor on the other hand loved breaking each and every obstacle that one could put in his way. Tomorrow morning the Ducks had an early training session, the Canadian didn’t have his gear but he also didn’t want to accidentally wake you up before he left.

The gesture should have been cute to you, it really should have warmed your heart that he thought about you like that. But instead it made you want to roll your eyes. When Trevor spent the night he’d wake you up being between your thighs regardless of what time it was. And if they needed to be at the airport really early to head out for a road trip the American would take you right to the point before you came and he’d leave you there until he got back only to give you the most mouth watering sex you could literally imagine.

You frowned at you didn’t want Mason to leave yet “I’ll see you sometime soon,” he smiled as he pecked your lips sending you a final glance before making his way down the hallway. Trevor smirked as he heard his teammate walk passed his door. You usually did everything in your power to stop Trevor from leaving, it wasn’t because you were clingy it was just the fact that your evenings always ended with sex the next morning.

The American also couldn’t say no to the sight of you wrapped up in a sheet with your swollen lips in a pout. Before you Trevor didn’t even stay at a girls place after sex he also didn’t usually let them come over to his place. But that was rule number two that he had broken for you, it was nice to see you in his sheets being so fucked out that you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

The universe was cruel to you, it let your panties grow wet as the thought of your next door neighbour grew stronger. You sat on the couch as you sent Mason a message hoping that it would distract your brain, he planned to take you out tomorrow evening. Just the two of you, because you apparently deserved to be treated like his princess.

Those comments made you sick, not because you didn’t like hearing them but because you wished that they were from the boy next door.

You sighed as you swallowed the shot of vodka that was in front of you in an attempt to get a boost of confidence or to stop your mind from listening to itself. You didn’t want to go to Trevor, truly you did not.

That’s what you told yourself when you got off of the couch, when you slipped on your slides, when you walked out of your apartment and even to his, you repeated that same message.

The alarm bells rung through your ears getting louder with each knock on the door.

Knock

It was like clock work for Trevor, the way the smirk fell in his lips as he opened the door, the way his eyes traveled down your body. Letting him get the chance to take in what you looked like in your big T-shirt that was probably Masons and some Nike shorts.

The Ducks player licked his lips as he looked at you “knew you’d be here,” Trevor confessed as he pushed the door open a little wider so that you could come in.

You grumbled as you sent him a glare “you’re an ass you know that right?” You scoffed as you crossed your arms unintentionally pushing your boobs up in the process.

It made the boy laugh “care to elaborate?” He asked as he rubbed his hand along his jaw.

Your fingers ran through your hair “I’m meant to be happy,” you pointed out as you sucked at your teeth “Mase is good to me, a good boyfriend, a good lover everything.” Tears began to well in your eyes you were so frustrated.

The boy found it amusing as he let his fingers run along the ends of your hair “but?” Trevor trailed off as he waited for you to continue.

It wasn’t meant to be this hard “but even as he’s balls deep inside of me I still can’t shake the thought of you!” You confessed raising your voice as it actually made you feel slightly better “but that’s not to say that he doesn’t have good cock cause trust me-” your speech was cut off when Trevor pulled you towards him by the hem of your shirt “you talk too damn much,” he mumbled as he kissed you. The feeling of his lips on yours was missed, the way his teeth clattered against yours made you want to laugh at how eager Trevor was.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows as you pulled away from him “I can’t do this,” you announced as you remembered that you weren’t a single girl anymore.

It made him laugh “look at you trying to be a good girl now,” Trevor cooed as he ran his thumb over your lower lip. All of the things you two had been through, the sex in his car, the blow jobs in the janitors closet at the arena. It seemed like your morals were finally ready to call him out.

Your chest felt heavy “Mase-” you reminded him of the man you called your boyfriend “he isn’t going to find out.” The hockey player pointed out as he placed his hands on either side of your face as he tilted it up to look at him.

Trevor licked his lips as he could see that you were actually thinking about it “promise?” you pushed your lips into a fine line “promise,” he nodded as he kissed you. This time it was sweeter, the neediness that was in the first one was now like a gentle caress of warmth.

You groaned as he softly bit your lip when he pulled away “want to show me what Mason has been getting?” Trevor asked as he let his fingers dance over the hem of your shirt. Again the desperation in your response only fuelled his thoughts that Mason hadn’t been treating you in the way you needed him to “please,” you begged as his cold fingers moved to your waist.

To the untrained eye you two looked like a couple who hadn’t seen each other in months, but honestly there was no love between you two. The relationship was built on a totally animalistic set up. Each of your brain set ups had been edited, broken down and rebuilt. The level of dopamine that was released each time you were ended up in bed with Trevor only increased the more you did it. In short this relationship wasn’t from love, it was from an addiction.

You whimpered as the cool air hit your nipples “and he barely even marked you,” Trevor tsked his tongue as he looked at at your bare chest. There wasn’t even a hickey on your thighs, where Masons head had been.

Trevor pushed you against his bed as you let out a gasp “should we see how wet you are?” He asked in a husky tone as he let lips lips attach to your neck it caused you to groan “want your eyes to watch me as I go down to your breasts,” the boy mumbled as he let his mouth go over the stiff peak whilst his hand went to the other.

You let your hand slap over your mouth “don’t stop those moans now,” the hockey player warned as he pulled your shorts off of your legs.

It made him smile as he leaned forward to kiss you “so pretty,” Trevor cooed as he watched you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of his shorts fabric and bulge that was encapsulated in it rubbed against your clit.

You didn’t know what to say as your mouth went dry “just fuck me,” you begged as he ran his fingers over your jaw “there’s my needy girl.” He smiled as he kissed the shell of your ear.

Usually the foreplay was at the forefront of your nights together but right now you were both so horny that neither one of you could even think straight. So rather than teasing you Trevor decided to listen as he tapped his fingers on your lower lip “suck,” he directed you to listen to him.

Your jaw went loose as you felt his fingers land on your tongue.

Like always you listened as you let your tongue swirl around his two digits.

It made him groan as he pictured his cock in your mouth instead, the one bit of love Trevor did hold in this was for your mouth. The way your tongue didn’t attempt to over sensitise him but rather just aid his efforts in reaching that high. Your mouth sucked him dry and as athletic as Trevor was, even he needed a moment to breath after he came. One time he actually had to fall onto his bed because his legs turned into jelly.

Both of those things together made your mouth a close second to your pussy when it came to Trevor’s heaven on earth.

Those two wet fingers danced over your clit as you brought your hands up to tease your nipples yourself. That was something that always made the hockey player laugh, you seemed to be obsessed with being teased. And when he didn’t do it to you, you seemed to remind him to do it again. It was one of the reasons why he knew you were too much for Mason. Not whilst you even managed to keep Trevor on his toes.

That’s why as your body began to hallucinate on that path of pleasure the hockey player pulled away causing you to whine at the loss of contact “gonna give you what you really want.” Trevor explained as he leaned forward to kiss your lips.

Your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shorts as you remained as impatient as normal “please,” you mumbled as you pulled your lips into a pout.

The competition of who had the least amount of clothes on was quickly evened out as the hockey players boxers came down with his shorts. His cock slapped against his torso as he was now achingly sore, your little noises from earlier had started his boner and it seemed that the snow ball just never stopped rolling down that hill since.

Your mouth watered as you watched him roll the condom over his boner “glad to see I still have that effect on you,” Trevor teased causing you to go red. The boy ran his protected cock over your clit as you shuddered “my pretty girl,” he cooed as he thrusted into you.

Somehow he had this captivating ability to make your heart pound out of your chest in the most dirty of moments.

He hooked his fingers under her neck as he pulled you closer so that he didn’t have to lean so far down when he kissed you.

The feeling of him inside of your was something you didn’t realise that you had missed as much as you did, sure he was the image you thought of whenever you had your hand between your thighs but he didn’t need to know that.

You locked your feet behind him “always been so scared I’m gonna leave you,” he teased as you had been edged by Trevor one too many times. Yes you liked the teasing but you were far too impatient when he screwed with you like that.

The hockey player dropped his head as he nipped at your neck. Your core clenched around him as his hand lazily found it’s way between your bodies as he let his thumb hit your clit at a pace that made your toes curl.

It was a good thing that you were the only two apartments with tenants because the whole floor would have heard the noises that fell from your lips “keep fucking me so good,” you begged as your head nuzzled further into the mattress.

Each time you clench around Trevor he found the pace of his thumb only increasing “this pussy was made for me,” he blurted out with a groan at the blissful noises that left your mouth.

A string of his name came through your lips in the form of a whisper “bet your boy couldn’t made you feel like this.” Trevor mumbled as he lifted your legs making the angle that he thrusted into you deeper.

At this point you could barely remember what your name was “belongs to you,” you mumbled almost causing Trevor to fall forward with the confession.

Maybe parts of him were exposed to the jealous touch because your announcement turned him feral “wanna hear you screw my name,” the hockey player had a shit eating grin slapped on his face as the moans speed out of your lips “gonna come,” you announced not having time to really think about it.

Trevor let his hand fall to your jaw as he was now using his core to keep himself upright “together,” he nodded in your direction as he sped up his pace for the final time as he wanted to finish strong and not have to push you through another round because you were even uncertain that could would last through it.

You came so hard that you swore you saw stars as your eyes screwed shut and white specks cast over the sea of black.

It almost knocked the wind out of you as Trevor pulled out of you letting his cock go soft.

He laughed at the sight of you grabbing at the sheet beneath you “I’ll go get you a cloth.” The hockey player announced smiling when you just nodded. By the time he got back you were already fast asleep.

The next morning had came as Trevor watched in awe as you continued to sleep, the little mutters came from your lips as you seemed to dream about something. You looked so peaceful as you rolled over and nuzzled your head further into your pillow.

Yes his next move was one of of a dickhead, he knew that but that didn’t stop Trevor from reaching over you to grab his phone. Or from taking that picture of you as he sent it to the one person you didn’t want him to.

To Mase: Sorry Bud 🤷🏻‍♂️

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transformers-nerd-13 · 2 months ago

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And here it is; the final part in my analysis of the first three episodes of season one of G1! The analyses of the first two episodes can be found on my page so go check those out if you're so inclined (I'm still learning tumblr so I don't know how to link posts yet lol). This post will be a bit long, so be warned of that. With that out of the way, let's get into it!

We start with a recap of what happened in the last two episodes to remind the viewer of the events that have taken place.

We're right where we left off with Optimus dramatically rolling down the cliff in awkward slow motion. Once he finally stops rolling, the other Autobots help him up onto his wheels. Optimus isn't worried about himself however; he's more worried about Roller who, incidentally, shows no sign of having been involved in an explosion. Prime struggles to transform back into his bot mode for a few seconds but eventually gets there with some encouragement from his fellow bots. After he transforms, he seems entirely fine, so we're not gonna talk about the blast he took seconds prior. Ratchet comments that "That was some blast you took", reminding Optimus that Bee and Sparkplug are still in the remains of the mines.

After a bit of digging, Jazz finds the two and gets them out with the help of Prowl.

(can we talk about how cute the above screenshots are??) Optimus congratulates Bee and Sparkplug on burying the Decepticons for good. Oh hey, guess what?

The cons are completely fine, their energon cubes are still functional, and they fly out of the mines unscathed. Good job guys.

Ironhide gets (understandably) frustrated and goes after the cons because the Autobots could still fly at this point. Bluestreak goes after Ironhide to stop him, but when Ironhide makes it clear that he's not backing down, Bluestreak joins him in his fight.

Ironhide fires on Skywarp (whether he actually hit him or not I have no clue) and Skywarp teleports behind Ironhide and Bluestreak, firing a missile at them but missing. Bluestreak says "It's like fighting a shadow!" I feel like this is an easily fixable problem--y'all can hover midair; we've seen you do this; you could just turn around and fire back at him??

Skywarp fires and he misses, he fires and he misses, this goes on for several minutes (if anyone gets the reference put it in the comments) until he finally manages to hit Ironhide, who falls from the sky into a conveniently located lake.

Bluestreak goes to rescue Ironhide and all of the other Autobots appear from the void to gawk at the rescue from the shore. Jazz uses his grappling hook like a rescue line once again to reel Bluestreak and Ironhide to shore. Ironhide says that he can't move, but Optimus points out "At least you can still talk old buddy." Despite saying that he can't move, Ironhide moves his arm just fine to emphasize his words while he's telling Ratchet what got damaged on his body. Ratchet transforms into his ambulance mode and Bluestreak and Jazz put Ironhide in the back of Ratchet's alt mode.

Ironhide and Ratchet are the same height with virtually the same alt mode; their toys were just recolors of each other; so how the heck did he fit back there?? Ironhide starts to tell an old war story, but Optimus tells him to "Save the war stories hot shot. Just remember that there's a thin line between being a hero, and being a memory." Which is just a great line. Jazz jokes that maybe Ironhide is ready for a cushy office job (idk how he would even obtain an office job in the middle of a war, let alone on Earth, I doubt he'd even fit in an office building) but Ironhide says he'll be back in action after Ratchet fixes him up. The bots start driving (presumably back to the ark) before we cut to Spike writing in his diary again, this time about how Optimus Prime would make a neat president and honestly? I agree.

Awkward cut to Hound sort of teasing Ravage by holding the key to his cage just out of Ravage's reach. Hound comments that he doesn't think Ravage likes being a prisoner; Mirage says that he can't blame him and that he's surprised that the cons haven't come to rescue him. Hound isn't surprised; the cons don't care about anyone; not even their own. He makes a hologram of Megatron, but it just seems to piss Ravage off. Mirage asks Hound to make him a hologram of a big house with a four car garage when they get back to Cybertron; the holograms look so real that nobody'll know the difference. Mirage. You turn into an F1 racing car. Why do you need a 4 car garage?? Are you going to host a lot of sleepovers when you get back to Cybertron?? And yeah nobody'll know the difference until they try to open a door or go upstairs and their body phases through the hologram.

This gives Hound an idea however; to make a big hologram of a rocket fuel base to trick the cons into coming to the bots on their terms. He shares the idea with autobot high command (aka Prime, Prowl and Jazz) who all agree to it. Hound goes back to tell Mirage about a (fake) secret stash of rocket fuel 140 kilometers due west, telling him that there's enough rocket fuel at that base to make four trips to Cybertron. The two go to tell Ironhide about the base to make him feel better. The two leave but Hound drops the keys to Ravage's cage. Ravage gets ahold of the key, unlocks his cage, and escapes. Hound, Mirage, Prowl and Jazz who were hiding behind a rock (for some reason) see Ravage getting away at the speed of ZOOM. The four go after Ravage but he ends up escaping. The four go back to just outside the Ark where Optimus and Cliffjumper are standing for some reason.

The four tell Optimus that Ravage got away and all look like the shocked Pikachu meme.

It's kind of unclear if they wanted Ravage to escape to trick the cons or not, it's kind of like the writers didn't know either and just never went back to clear it up.

Cut to the cons where Ravage reports back to Megatron about the rocket base Hound was talking about earlier. And we never hear Ravage speak again. Megatron commends Ravage for a job well done. Starscream and Megatron get into it again about Starscream wanting to be leader of the cons. Starscream says that "Now is the time for action, not words! I am the leader of the future!"

Megatron isn't using words though; so far he's only been using action, so this line doesn't make much sense.

Megatron insults Starscream's nonexistent leadership skills and Starscream takes that personally. He tries to shoot Megatron, but Soundwave (who's also there btw) calls out to his leader. Megatron uses a shield that we never see again to block the shot and somehow that one shot made Starscream run out of ammo (I guess he forgot to reload after the fight with the bots??). Megatron threatens to shoot Starscream while Starscream begs Megatron not to shoot him. Megatron shoots him anyway before declaring that the Decepticons would attack the base at sunrise. What is it with the Decepticons and attacking places at sunrise??

Cut to the next day at sunrise when Hound makes the hologram of the rocket base (how he knows what a human rocket base looks like I will never know) and the Decepticons show up immediately after the hologram is made (did they not see him make the hologram??)

The cons attack the hologram rocket base where the Autobots have appeared from the void during the commercial break all wearing lab coats which they quickly ditch to better fight the cons (where did they find such big lab coats and why??).

Not long into the fight, the bots realize that the cons they're fighting are decoys made by the cons out of scrap metal and junk (impressive engineering I guess but how did that work??) and the real Megatron reveals that he was onto the autobot's scheme from the beginning (how. Just how) and that the real cons have been at the real rocket base gathering fuel to make Energon cubes.

But in the next shot we see the cons just arriving at the rocket base. (I guess Megatron overestimated the speed of his soldiers). The humans at the base try to defend themselves but their weapons are completely useless against the cons. The cons get the energon they need and Megatron tells the cons to prepare for blast off.

Cut to the Autobots who have decided to attack the cons directly. Optimus asks for volunteers for the battle ahead and literally every Autobot steps forward; even Spike and Sparkplug volunteer. The bots transform and roll out.

Quick cut to the cons where Megatron talks about how close they are to conquest.

Cut back to the bots who encircle the con's base as the cons board their space cruiser. Before the cons can board, the bots make their presence known and the bots and cons duke it out once again.

Somewhere in the fight, Spike throws a rock at Starscream's blaster hard enough to knock the blaster off his arm (how did he do that??) and Prowl runs over Starscream's blaster rendering it useless. The cons gain a temporary victory over the bots and board the space cruiser while the bots shoot at them but miss horribly because once again everyone in this show has the aim of an absolute Stormtrooper. The cons take off in their new space cruiser. Jazz tells Prime that it's over; they've lost, but Prime says that it's not over yet. He borrows Sideswipe's rocket pack (that we never see again) to go after the con's ship.

Cut to the cons where Megatron says that they've seen the last of the Autobots and Optimus Prime, but Starscream says "Not yet we haven't" as he spots Optimus flying after their ship.

The cons fire on Optimus and actually manage to hit him, sending the Autobot leader plummeting back to earth. He hits the ground pretty hard but claims that he's alright when Prowl and Jazz help him up. The bots then notice that Mirage is missing and seem pretty calm about his not being there.

Cut to the cons where Starscream is trying once again to usurp Megatron (oh hey his blaster is back), who warns Starscream that once he becomes the leader, there will always be someone trying to take leadership from him, which makes me think Megatron is speaking from personal experience here; that’d be interesting. Maybe Megatron was once like Starscream, but he actually succeeded in taking leadership of the cons and regrets it on some level because now there’s a constant target on his back. It's revealed that Mirage snuck aboard the space cruiser and shoots the computers, causing the space cruiser to crash into the ocean. Mirage escapes before it crashes. He makes it back to the bots who congratulate him on defeating the cons.

Optimus commends Mirage for a job well done and Jazz says that they'd better get back to the ship since it still needs repairing. Spike (unprompted) asks Optimus if he can go to Cybertron with the bots when they go back. Optimus basically says "ask your dad" and Sparkplug says that Spike can go so long as he can go too. (Responsible parenting 101. Also how do they know that they’d survive on Cybertron?? Or is NASA getting involved and giving them space suits and food??) The bots transform and roll out.

Cut to later where Spike tells us while he's once again writing in his diary that since the Autobots prevented the Decepticons from stealing earth's resources (did they though? Cause it seems to me the cons got away with that), the governments of the world agreed to give the bots the energy they need to revitalize Cybertron, and that it was probably the first time that all the governments agreed on anything. (Since this was 1984, this was true. The only time--that I'm aware of--that all of the governments of the world ever actually agreed on anything in real life was in 1987; the Montreal Protocol; three years later, so at least that's accurate.)

Optimus tells Spike that they're ready to launch and Spike tells him that he'll be right there. Spike adds one more note in his diary that he's glad they don't have to worry about the cons anymore.

Cut to a shot of the ocean which fades into an underwater shot, showing us the Decepticon space cruiser that shows no sign of having crashed at the bottom of the ocean, as well as Megatron who leaves the cruiser and heads for the surface, leaving us with another cliffhanger.

Spike, you jinxed it.

And that was part three of Transformers; More than Meets the Eye. Just like the other two parts of More than Meets the Eye, it crams a lot into one episode, and a lot of it doesn't really make sense, but it's still a very fun watch. I feel like that's just the way it is when it comes to 80's cartoons.

Anyways, I hope this was enjoyable! My analysis of Fire in the Sky will probably be posted some time in the next few days, so stay tuned!

#transformers #maccadam #transformers g1 #optimus prime #soundwave #ravage #megatron #starscream #skywarp #bluestreak #tf prowl #tf jazz #tf ratchet #tf hound #tf mirage #tf cliffjumper #spike witwicky #sparkplug witwicky #episode analysis

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cloud-flowers · 1 year ago

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How I Think You Could Possibly Beat OB! Malleus

Note: I am in the eng server in Twst and so far only part two has been released. I have seen some spoilers for the book before it was released in english, and few posts about battles. This is a theory and I'm so so sorry if someone has already done this.

Possible Battle Info:

In the first battle which we fight Malleus, his HP is 300,000. He also heals himself every turn, is immune to damage on even numbered turns, and does between around 5000-8000 damage each hit. His element is void.

This theory is on the assumption that for the final time we fight him, he IS actually beatable with the same stats excluding the healing every turn.

Also, I saw a post once where he does 30,000 damage on the second turn? Don't know if that was the final battle if it was released in the JP server.

Also, no idea which battle it was with Overblot Malleus, but someone got up to 10 and/or 15 turns with him.

Our (player) Cards:

You can get around 60,000+ HP depending on the cards you have. Fully maxed out cards and spell levels will get you between around 10,000-20,000 damage depending if the spell is weak damage or strong damage.

With duo magic, you can get up to 20,000-30,000 damage.

Possible Math Part: HP/ATK = Turns

300,000/30,000 = 10

300,000/20,000 = 15

300,000/15,000 = 20

Could be Conclusion:

You need a team with consistent buddies. Heartslabyul cards usually buddy with each other, so that's a good example of a team.

Event cards buddy with different people than the ones they buddy with in the dorm uniform. For example, Dorm Ace buddies with Deuce, but Suitor Suit Ace buddies with Riddle.

You can have cards that buddy with each other back to back, for example; Dorm Leona and Vil buddy with each other

Or cards that have different buddies, usually event cards, for example; Applepom Epel buddies with Idia, but Dorm Idia buddies with Ortho.

You also need to last probably longer than 10 turns, and have your team maxed out on levels and spells.

Uncapping should also help with the spell levels for HP and attack power.

I have no idea if this has a chance or this is unrelative and far out the window. Feel free to comment anything I missed or am wrong about

#disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twst malleus #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland malleus #overblot #twst overblot #twst theory #twst analysis #twst disney #twst book 7 #book 7 twst

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emmetverse · 5 months ago

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Timelines are delicate things, aren't they? The smallest thing can cause immeasurable changes between worlds. The details of a plan, the location of a room... People call it the Butterfly Effect, I suppose.

There's a place people go when their worlds give up on them. When the universe doesn't want them anymore, when the timelines trickle out and die, but the people are just a little too stubborn to give up. It's not the best place, it's not the worst place. Whether or not it's better than death is up to you. The important part is that they're surviving.

And.. They have internet connection?

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All of them are called Emmet, of course, but that would get confusing quickly. Instead, they rely on nicknames:

◈ Em, what you would call the 'canon Emmet'. His universe has some differences from the original. Nothing that really changes anything.

✲ Spark, from a world where magic is very much real. His magic grew out of control and he ended up creating the void to contain himself. Not that he remembers it.

≜ Threes, or simply Three, a cyborg who lost a chunk of their body when the Kragle exploded. Sometimes it's a good thing when the plan doesn't work first time.

□ Buddy, a man who was stuck on the dust planet Undar for... Well, time doesn't matter anymore. He's the kind of guy who lives in the wall. Literally.

⊡ Rex, an immortal superhero. Or, well, he would be, if he'd gotten the opportunity to grow up. He's currently stuck in an adult body, though it should be fixable once they're out of here.

⩙ Nightshade, grumpyboy.

⨳ Cleric, the designated party healer from a Dungeons and Dragons campaign that was never finished. He's never had to quite think for himself before, quite literally.

⛯ Snowball, Spark's 'big brother' (Rex) and primary caretaker.

⑄ Chip, a sentient spaceship computer, now stuck in a small harddrive.

※ Void, both the place they're in and guard of it. It's overprotective and hates not being in control, but on the inside, it's really just a scared kid who wants to experience the outside world.

ᗢ Brick, a therapy cat, who's been forcibly adopted by Buddy. He loves hugs, headpats, and ear scratches. Sometimes he gets turned into a human, but don't worry about it.

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Rude asks are ok, but please be aware that they'll be rude back, and I might just end up ignoring you if it goes too far

Any of the characters are availble to answer asks! Some are more talkative than others, so if you want a specific character to answer something, please say so!

Canon, AU, OC, OOC, magic anon, and even other media asks are all welcome! Just don't break the story ^_^

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A couple of extra bits that I want to specify

Buddy's tag isn't messed up! I chose the missing character symbol on purpose :)

The art in this blog is done in FireAlpaca, and the funky font used in these posts is Pagga from Ascii Art Archive

Everyone on this blog will lie, and cheat, and decieve you. Except for me. You can trust me.

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hestzhyen · 5 months ago

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Chapter 48 Speculation Posting

Hello, dear void, and welcome to The Hype Building Chapter.

So Chihiro and Hakuri are collecting all the bearers before returning to Kamunabi HQ- hope that doesn't get derailed (sorry). TRAIN FIGHT INCOMING THOUGH! YEAH!

I love train fights! Chihiro's facing off against a snazzy-looking Hishaku guy and it's gonna be epic. I hope we get the full treatment of starting inside, moving to the top, ducking under bridges, decoupling cars- the works. With the current pace, I think we'll get through it and arrive at Senkutusu Temple by the end of the next chapter. What will be waiting for the crew there...? It's the location that probably houses the girlish-looking Bearer, but who knows.

OK, OK, before I get pilloried for trying to guess the associations despite completely whiffing on where Uruha would be, I think I got it this time. Sushi Chef has got to be at the sushi restaurant. If he isn't I'll... I don't know, yeet my PC off the nearest bridge or something. So that leaves two locations: Senkutsu Temple and Kuentaisha Shrine. I think Eye Scars is at Kuentaisha Shrine mostly because the name contains the kanji 煙 (en), which is specifically for smoke, tobacco, haze, and ash; and both times we've seen him, he's been smoking. So with the other three locations accounted for, that would leave Girl Bearer for the next stop at Senkutsu Temple. That's my theory! It sucks! But I'm rolling with it anyway!

But before we get there, Chihiro's gotta deal with this prettyboy:

Why you got those dots under your eyes like Shiyumi, man? And why did the official TL mistranslate your name to "Hirohiko"?

And we even got this guys' name! (Wow, really spoiling us with the names lately, Hokazono-sensei.) Our villain this time is Hiruhiko (昼彦), meaning "noon boy" in a literal sense. 昼 (hiru) can be chosen to express the importance of being decisive and/or appreciating the joy of life. 彦 (hiko) is exclusively for male names and has multiple connotations- virtuosity, honor, respectability, being of good character... lmao. Wiping out Uruha's buddies and lugging their corpses for a few kilometers to bait him definitely fits the bill for that description, yup. This won't be the only fight between them- a named character is not going to go down in a single skirmish (probably). But hopefully Goldfish Batman can get a few good hits in for Bandana guy and the rest. Fuck 'im up, Chihiro.

"But wait, didn't the Anti-Kuregumo squad go down in one fight over thirty chapters ago?" you didn't ask. Why yes, they did. Isn't it strange that they break the rule of Hokazono-sensei not giving names to fodder and one-off characters?

Gone but perhaps not totally forgotten? Missing: Makoto Kasahara (big hand guy with the stripe over his nose- he was out scouting).

Out of all these guys, Kazane is the only one with a real shot of being relevant again since he's alive and in mostly one piece. But we got full names for every member of the squad despite being stuck using fan nick names for important characters like Ice Lady. What gives? Were they named just for the shock value upon death? Plausibly! But now that we have Ice Lady, Braid Bro, Sazasis, Bandana-kun and more, these guys stick out as an exception.

I think that maybe we could get into sorcery clans as the mysteries surrounding the Hishaku are revealed. Because if I'm right about them being a defeated faction, it would make sense for them to have ties to clans with special abilities and powers like the Sazanamis. Sorcery is inherited, after all, and the Sazanamis aren't the only ones who would build a clan around those powers if they were useful enough.

The Sazanami name was, at best, an indirect reference to the nature of Isou and their clan legacy. I will not be putting much stock into the clan names and how they tie into members' abilities- my Japanese isn't good enough for that, and I don't have access to the raws to confirm what kanji were used for ability names anyway. But I think there are enough physical similarities between one set of characters in particular that illustrate what I mean about clans being tied to or split between sides.

Behold my awful MS Paint skills:

Common traits: extremely short, stocky men with masks over their face (mouth in particular). We've seen Kiyohiko as a member of the task force, an unnamed Kamunabi higher-up that watched Chihiro's interrogation, and one of Uruha's guards at the hotsprings. The repeated mask and stature combination seems like a deliberate design choice at least.

And then there's this shot of the datenseki-empowered onsen invaders:

The guy with the long braid in the middle looks an awful lot like Ikuto, doesn't he? A smidge suspicious in a series that goes out of it's way to kill off uniquely designed characters without any fanfare.

There's also some of the datenseki aura wisps looking like Kuregumo's dragon smoke effect...

Rest in piss, Sojo.

The last time we saw datenseki in use, Tenri's spirit energy manifested as a jellyfish (ch. 33). Why is it indistinct smoke for these guys- is it because they probably aren't elite sorcerers? Are the datenseki provided by Sojo different than the one Tenri used somehow? Also, there's a limited number of these datenseki according to Chihiro... but we can presume that more can and will be made... Sojo is still gonna haunt the narrative though his deadly space rocks, I guess. I'm fine with this if it means he's never resurrected.

I think the designs for the characters and the smoke effects are artistic limitations first and foremost, but I can't completely let go of the "what if" nagging in the back of my head. It's too early in the series to see if this is subtle foreshadowing or just grasping at straws, so I won't hold on tight to this pet theory like I am with the Hishaku one. The only other scenario that's come close is the hinting about Hakuri's real talents (praying mantis imagery, first Isou misfire with his eye still becoming distorted, surviving the Enkotsu hit point-blank, the silhouette of the first patriarch sporting a mirrored version of Hakuri's hair style, Soya's tools disappearing, maybe his name if you read into that kind of stuff).

Oh yeah. We got another name this chapter: Yura (幽). 幽 means (to) seclude, subtle, confinement, tranquil, and/or dark. Spoopy. The connotations as a name are what one one would expect: profundity, having a mysterious presence, subtlety, so on and so forth. 幽 is usually read as yuu (the other reading is kasu), so if it turns out to be a code name of some kind, I wouldn't be surprised. For now, whether or not Yura is actually the Hishaku leader is unclear. It's too late for Hokazono-sensei to give us his name though- the Western fanbase has already dubbed him "John", which shall be his name forevermore.

Other than that, lots of Uruha hooray! He is a perfect blend of ridiculous and badass (sensing a trend with friendly characters that meet Chihiro, hmm...).

His conversation with Chihiro was so bittersweet...

He really, truly cared about Kunishige the man instead of Kunishige the war hero. And Chihiro's expression... oh, my heart. I really appreciate these little reminders that Chihiro's still struggling with grief on top of his father's burdensome legacy. To be told he's the spitting image of his beloved dad after so many people doubted him clearly meant a great deal.

Uruha's raised a flag for teaching Hakuri how to value his own life too, just like I was hoping:

Boy who has trouble valuing himself notices someone correctly assessing their own worth by refusing to take the bait that he would have fallen for. Hm.

I cut out the speculative yapfest because honestly, it's just one potential thread out of many. It might not even go anywhere at all. But if I want to indulge myself, I guess I can put it like this: Uruha is a very strong Hakuri parallel in both demeanor and situation. If it was just the first one, I wouldn't be investing in Hakuri character development stocks this arc. But now I will do so cautiously- and hope Uruha doesn't get buried under a mountain of death flags.

For now, we wait to see how Chihiro's second fight against a Hishaku member goes. Thank you, dear void, for letting me ramble once more.

#kagurabachi #Definitely didn't keep writing Hiruhiko as HakuHiro #Manifesting Hiyuki showing up and interrupting/ending the fight next chapter because that would be awesome #Hakuri's complete lack of self-awareness while sassing Uruha's behavior will never get old

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cozyrecords · 1 year ago

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Volleying Love

Here's another post for one of my favourite characters, Kuroo Tetsurou <3

I hope you guys enjoy reading this and any suggestions are welcome!

Kuroo is an all-time famous volleyball player and there is no denying that but so is the fact that he has been your best friend ever since you moved to Nekoma. You guys have seen each other's most vulnerable sides to the most embarrassing moments. Not to mention also the times when you guys have been in a really heated argument once but thankfully made up just in time.

Of course, you guys were nothing more than just best buddies, right? Or so you thought...

"Y/N, my beloved...I have missed you a ton!" Kuroo dramatically clutches his heart, entering the class.

"I think you guys met yesterday?" Lev questions, showing the recent post on Kuroo's social media where he took your picture while playing claw machine at an amusement park.

You rolled your eyes, shook your head, and released an annoyed sigh. "I miSSeD yoU ToO."

"Anyways, you know the drill, right? Match at 6 pm today." Kuroo winks at you and puckers his lower lip when he sees you gagging at his gesture.

"Kuroo, I will f*cking bury you alive if you do that again." You slightly smack his arm.

Kenma snickers without diverting his attention away from the game. Meanwhile, Lev and Kenma go to their classes and your homeroom teacher enters the class and asks you guys to open the textbooks.

"Heyy..psst!"

You feel your chair being kicked by someone and turn sideways to come face-to-face with Kuroo.

"What do you want, idiot?"

"You." He smirks.

Your eyes widen and your body goes into a defensive mode but even before you realize what's happening, you feel your hair being ruffled by him.

"Looks like someone fell for that." He cackles and it immediately makes your eyes all watery so you blink rapidly and turn around to get a pencil.

"F*ck off, Kuroo. I- I almost threw up at your words." You slightly quivered, throwing the pencil at him.

"Oww, what did I even do?" He whisper-shouted at you.

Kuroo felt a paper ball hit his shoulder and he looked back to Yaku who signed to that paper ball to be opened.

'You are dumb as fuck'

"Yaku-san! Come on..not you too?"

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After classes, you go to the canteen to buy snacks for the game. You contemplated whether to buy Kuroo's favourite drink because he will be getting tons from his fans.

"OMGG! I CAN'T WAIT TO GIVE THIS TO KUROO."

"NOO...I WILL BE THE ONE TO GIVE HIM BEFORE THE MATCH."

You sighed in annoyance after hearing a few girls from your school competing about who would hand him the drinks first.

"Getting jealous much, are we?"

You whip your head towards the owner of the voice to see Lev standing behind you. He cackles as he takes a glance at your serious face.

"Hahaha...why would I be jealous? And that too because of those girls??? Over Kuroo???? Please." You said averting your eyes away from his.

"Y/N, who are you even kidding? Don't you think its time you tell him about how you feel?"

"Lev, I think you misunderstood the whole dynamic we both have. He is just my best friend and nothing much. Stop having these unrealistic ideas." You were calming yourself from becoming agitated.

"Are you telling that to me or to comfort yourself? Y/N, you don't have to be honest with me but be honest with yourself at least." You noticed his face being stoic, void of any hint of playfulness.

"Let's go. I think you are getting late too." You tried breaking the conversation.

Lev gasped looking at the time on his phone and stormed to the gym before yelling a 'see you after the match.'

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You arrive at the volleyball court to get a spot on the bleachers and just to your liking, you get to have a good view from there. Letting your eyes wander all over the room, they take a pause at your best friend, who is engaged in a serious conversation with the coach along with other members.

Taking a glance at his body, you pay attention to his strong physique consisting of his sharp jawline, strong biceps, and relaxed yet fit posture. Has he always been this manly? Or am I just going crazy?

All of a sudden your thoughts were interrupted by the whistle indicating that the match started and you scrunched your face in disgust for even thinking about Kuroo in this way.

Everyone started screaming as the members jogged up to the middle of the court to greet the other team. You noticed Kuroo spotting you in the crowd and smiled in acknowledgement, waving his hand slightly at you. The most unexpected thing happens as you shoot a tight-lipped smile in response, your heart races slightly at this interaction.

The match started and as usual, you saw the other team get beaten into a pulp by the ruthless Nekoma and more so

"We see our reliable middle blockers block the ball with ease and have it tossed with an unimaginable speed to the other side...aandd one point to Nekoma!" The commentator excitedly screams as Nekoma scores a point.

As the match goes on, you become engrossed in the game as usual but you start noticing something. This match was filled with energy, determination and the zeal to play more and win however you also observe a change in Kuroo. He seems bold and draws more attention than usual which captivates you even more. His spikes and blocks are intense, and he is leading the team with unparalleled intensity.

That is when it clicks so you realize that it is not just his playing but also his attitude and the way he looks at you amidst the crowd. His gaze keeps finding you, and every time he scores or gives an incredible block, he flashes a smile filled with fondness which you have only seen once or twice. It's as if every point he scores is a message meant for you. Having said that, he is revealing a side of himself that you have never seen before. Am I being delusional? Why would he do that? You think to yourself.

As the match reaches its final state, you are torn between admiring Kuroo's exceptional performance and the confusion regarding his behaviour. Nonetheless, you shake your head to remove any other thoughts just to focus on the game.

The crowd finally breaks into cheers as Kuroo and Kenma team up for the last point to make a spectacular play, attaining the victory. Your eyes moistened as you smiled and made tiny jumps in excitement. Similarly, Kuroo was being thrown in the air and caught by his teammates in joy but all he cared was about you.

You watched as Kuroo squeezed himself in between the ecstatic crowd and made his way towards you, his face glistening under the bright lights and a smile that reached his eyes. And that is when the realization hits you like a ton of bricks and you are left in shock. Kuroo is in love with you as much as you are in love with him.

But even before you can move, your peripheral vision registers a frenzied fan making her way towards Kuroo, who seems to be oblivious to the surroundings, keeping his focus solely on you. In an attempt to prevent her from running towards him, you blocked the way but what happened next made the gym fall into a horrified silence.

The scene unfolds to the fan slapping you hard enough to be shoved to the ground as you try to protect your best friend. Cheers have been ceased and the atmosphere shifts from celebration to disbelief.

Your cheek aches with a stinging sensation, gradually swelling and the force of your head hitting the ground makes you slightly dizzy. His face fades as your vision becomes blurry both from the tears and dizziness, so you try your best to not fall unconscious.

Kuroo's movements slow down but his pace increases as his jaws set in a tight line, fists clenched and his face reddens with wrath clouding his eyes. It was obviously unacceptable and his hiking frustration was just as threatening as him.

However, as soon as he looks at you, trying to withhold the pain, he rushes towards you without any care for his anger. He takes a deep breath not wasting another moment, and picks you up in an instant carrying you to the infirmary. You could only listen to a few of the team members asking Kuroo to take care of you while they deal with that fan.

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"Hey, hey...Look at me. Don't worry, I am here, here with you. I've got you so you're going to be okay." His voice was laced with concern along with a subtle tremble in his voice due to the exhaustion.

"Kuroo...I am- I am alright..." You wince lightly trying to stay awake.

"Let's talk later okay? We need to get you a first aid."

He took a turn to the medical room and the doctor quickly takes you to the room. She asks him to stay out for a while and you could make out his reluctance, so you smiled fondly at him. You nodded a bit, raising your thumbs to subtly indicate that you will be alright.

"Thankfully you didn't have any concussion but I would still advise you to get a checkup done at the main hospital." The doctor smiled at you, giving you an ice pack for your cheek.

"Thanks, doc." You peeped through the door, looking at Kuroo who is fidgeting his legs and hands, taking ragged breaths.

"I will let your friend come in so you keep the ice pack for now."

He got up from his seat and dashed through the door. His eyes softened at the sight of you and you signaled him to sit on the chair by the bed.

"Hey, precious...how are you feeling right now?" His gentle touch on your hair made you almost cry because this soft side of him is genuinely making you feel emotional.

"My cheek stings justttt a bit." You snickered to ignore another nickname he used, stressing on 'just' in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

His hand slowly dropped to the swollen cheek, grazing it so delicately as if it's made up of glass. But his face was painted with a stoic expression. "I am gonna make sure she is suspended from all our games."

You couldn't help but be moved by Kuroo's protectiveness, though you might have been grateful if it was anyone else instead of Kuroo but it's just different. After being friends for so long, your newfound feelings towards him made your chest tighten in fear. What if you were wrong about Kuroo? What if he just put an extra amount of dedication to the game and did not convey something to you- but you felt a rush of emotions as a consequence of his undeniable tenderness in his actions.

The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Tetsu, there is something I need to tell you," you began, ignoring the mini shock you got from using his first name. He turned to you, in an instant as it was rare of you to use his first name unless you have a favour to ask him or when you mess up things. His eyes showed you the assurance you needed. So you took a deep breath and uttered the words which have been tugging your heart ever since.

"I...I like you. And not as a friend."

Pretending to not observe how his eyes bulged out and jaw wide open in astonishment, you continued. "Seeing you play and the way you looked at me today, it...it gave me the benefit of the doubt that you might be having a tiny....really a tiny bit of feelings towards me. I love you, Tetsu. 'Like' is just a small word in comparison to the amount of love I have towards you."

You mentally prepared yourself to be laughed at but had a small hope of being on the side where your love is reciprocated. But what is giving you a hard time is that the room fell into a brief silence making you anxious, so you look at Kuroo for an answer.

His face had long been void of the surprised expression and all you could see was his warm and genuine smile before he screamed in excitement. "OH...my god, Y/N! I have been waiting for you to say that! I was- I was gonna say that after the game because you took a long time to respond to my hints."

"I love you too, Y/N." He cupped your uninjured cheek and the moment felt like a dream, the pain in your cheek long forgotten as Kuroo leaned in, his lips softly meeting yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. Your arms made their way, one to his neck while the other to his hair, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss, and he didn't waste any further and tugged at your lips.

You both pulled away from each other, faces flushed at the mini-makeout session, giggling a bit.

"Your bed-hair just got worse." You grinned, smoothening out his spikes while Kuroo just sat like an obedient love-sick puppy with his body all relaxed at the familiar feeling of you.

#kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x y/n #kuroo tetsuro fluff #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #hq kuroo #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #friends to lovers #hq fanfic

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ennard-is-near · 1 month ago

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do you have any head canons for Michael afton post scoop? Or any head canons for Ennard? Perhaps how they interact with another? Idk maybe just a master list tbh, I’m hungry for more Fnaf Michael content and it’s a desert out here

Oooh do I ever. Anon thank you so much for sending me this ask, it’s gonna be a doozy. I’m going to separate this into a couple sections, “Things I’ve posted before”, “Michael”, “Ennard” and “Interaction”. I’ve also already posted some of my Michael Afton headcanons in a little list here

They call me irrigation the way I’m about to bring water to this desert. Okay? Let’s go.

Things I’ve Posted Before:

Post Scoop, Michael can’t focus his eyes or flick his eyes side to side. That is to say, he’s always looking straight ahead off into the distance. He can’t see things directly in front of him clearly, and has to turn his whole head to look at things to the left and right of him. This is sort of based off a couple things, first being that because I think the black voids in the final 8-bit scene are empty sockets, and the little white dots are just whatever stupid scraps of remnant are in there trying their damndest. They hardly function like real eyes, he can’t even really see that well even if you put aside all the other stuff. The second is a little more meta, but the gameplay, especially in 1, 3 and 6, where you have to be looking at something to know what’s there, also influences this hc a little.

Post-Scoop Michael also cannot talk. Well, he didn’t try that hard to and then gave up, buts he’s positive that he can’t. It’s not like he really needs to or anything, he maybe interacts with a dozen different living people in the forty-something years he was dead, and really what does he have to say to them anyway?

Michael’s kind of a biter. If you startle him he’ll turn around and bite you, and you will catch some weird diseases. His bite mark is super distinct, which leads into my next point:

He’s got really bad teeth. He’s also missing most of his tongue (this took him a couple months to notice, actually) and his lower jaw is not very well attached to the rest of his skull. It’s mostly from when Ennard forced a giant robot thing through his mouth, and a little bit of just general ware over time.

He’s buddies with a guy who works Tuesday nights at a convenience store near his house. Obviously they’re not really friends, but they form a strange bond where they’re sort of comfortable around each other. Michael only buys batteries and cigarettes every week. At first the guy is a little confused as to who this freak who smells so bad and wears gloves and sunglasses on summer nights is, but after a couple months he gets used to him. Obviously Michael never says anything to him, but the guy eventually plays a little game to figure out what his name is and sort of looks forward to seeing him. During FNaF 1, when Michael skips his regular Tuesday visit, the guy is actually pretty worried about him, figures he finally kicked the bucket or whatever. And then he comes in the next week and buys twice as many batteries and doesn’t miss another week until the guy eventually moves away. (Just realized I already said this in the linked post but I spent a long time on this so you can read it twice)

(About Ennard, not Michael) I’m a huge fan of the voice mimic thing. Literally my #1 in the whole series I think. Like just IMAGINE being Michael and you’ve been sent down to this basement to find your sister and what you found isn’t really your sister anymore, but she still is a little bit. And you know she’s trying to kill you and she’s become part of a weird wire monster, but whatever she is now sounds exactly like her. And it’s sitting there telling you things that you always wanted to hear from her, that she knows it was an accident and that she wants to see you again, but it’s not her. Even though a small part of you must wonder how bad it would really be if you just opened the doors… (This is not a headcanon really, I’m just a fan of this)

Ennard, while wearing Michael, was having the time of their life. Sort of poorly skipping and waving at people and trying really hard to mimic his voice (they never actually heard it, so they’re going off what Baby is saying he sounds like) to say hello to people. Everyone is like “Seems like Michael’s gonna kill himself” because that’s what usually happens after someone gets like that, but then he starts rotting and his neighbors realize he has a different issue and don’t care either way. Bc he lives in a suburban neighborhood and this is how they are. Ennard gets mad because people aren’t talking to them anymore.

Michael (New)

He’s so strange. He has a really weird psyche where he’s essentially convinced that he is only alive as some sort of punishment to him and that his only purpose is to kill his father. Despite this, he’s obviously pretty terrible at making progress towards his ultimate goal so he just spends a lot of time just sitting at the kitchen table and staring off into space. Not even doing anything, occasionally hallucinating but that’s about it.

As the years go on and he really starts to lose it, he actually goes outside more and is henseforth spotted more often by people other than his buddy. He doesn’t really want to be around a bunch of people, so it’s not like he’s going to the mall or anything, but it gets to the point where he doesn’t have really the capacity to care at all about anything except whatever he’s journeying outside for (and of course, his ultimate goal of killing William.) This is how Henry ends up figuring out what Michael’s been up to, he hears a rumor about a weird guy who’s been out lately and is like, “ah.”

He doesn’t have that much remnant in him. Like barely any. Honestly, it’s just enough to keep him conscious and stop him from decomposing to the point where he’s mostly goo. It was just whatever may have been on the scooper, which was likely very little as I’m sure William was careful about that, and a bit from Ennard. Sort of pathetic, really.

He can’t feel, smell or taste anything. The latter two don’t bother him at all but the touch thing is sort of annoying. Eventually he gets used to needing to constantly look (his weird eyes make this especially annoying) everywhere to make sure he knows where his limbs are in relation to his body or make sure he doesn’t accidentally kick something, not notice and lose a couple of toes. This is not a problem for anyone else who’s possessing something, but Michael, as mentioned previously, has not that much remnant in him and this is one of the downsides.

I think kids throw rocks at his house and stuff. He’s sort of a local cryptid, and I’d throw rocks at Bigfoot if I got the chance, so it makes sense to me. He doesn’t really care that much, though, so it’s not a super common thing because it’s not very interesting for kids to throw rocks and not get a reaction.

Ennard

For the sake of clarity, I’ll just call Ennard with Baby, “Ennard” and without Baby will be, “Molten Freddy”

I’m a huge fan of Ennard but I have no freaking clue what their deal is. I don’t think that any of the sister location animatronics are properly possessed except for Baby (I don’t think there’s any more dead people other than the 11 or so we hear about) but I think that they have un poco remnant because William Afton was just fuckin around to see what happened. Funtime Freddy has the most remnant, which is why he sort of takes control after Baby leaves. But I actually think that their behavior is from a combination of their remnant from the five kids (which gets into weird horcrux soul splitting stuff don’t think too hard about it), their own not great programming, and some influence from Baby. I don’t think that each individual Funtime is possessed by a new kid, is what I’m getting at.

I think Baby left on her own. I don’t think she got kicked out, I think she just got sick of everyone and dipped. She probably wanted a cooler robot and some more independence or something. I don’t think Ennard would have kicked her out.

Molten Freddy doesn’t gaf about being seen, why would they? They get spotted all the time, but because they do mostly hang out in the sewers (it’s nice down there) it’s not like anyone really believes when they see them. Like that cannot have been a bunch of metal with eyes walking and talking I’m sure that’s just the wind and some trash. So nobody really buys into the idea that there’s anything down there. They’re also sort of a local cryptid, but they’re a much more varied one because nobody knows exactly what they saw.

Molten Freddy did kill a couple people, I think. Not always children, sometimes, but really it was just whatever. They didn’t even do anything after that (they don’t have the proper equipment to do the whole “wearing a guy” thing again) but it’s just their weird remnant and murder-code combo that just drives them to do this. They never kill anyone as Ennard bc Baby is mostly their leader while she’s there and Baby doesn’t have any motive to do that.

Molten Freddy isn’t really as conscious as you’d think. It’s hard to imagine a level of not-conscious because you will always be conscious and doing things or unconscious and not, but Molten Freddy is mostly code and a weird mix of pissed of remnant. It’s not really as thinking and feeling as the rest of the creatures, more just following basic instincts.

Slight diversion but Elizabeth does not feel bad, not even for even one second, about killing Michael. She fucking hates him for a variety of reasons, mostly stemming from him killing Evan and a little bit of William’s propaganda. Also she thinks he’s really stupid and gullible for falling into her trap (it was a clever trap, of course, but he didn’t have to keep coming down there) and sort of convinces herself that it’s his own fault. Basically, she has sort of a “Serves him right,” mindset about the whole thing.

Added on to that, Elizabeth doesn’t think he’s William because genuinely why would she? That’s clearly not William, and I think she’s smart enough to know that her plan would not work on William. She’d say, “I don’t recognize you,” and the plan would fail there because obviously she knows who that is. I’m getting to ramble-y I could make a whole post about their relationship so I’ll stop myself here.

Interaction

I think, during the events of Pizzeria Sim, Michael is more scared of Molten Freddy than of anyone else. For a variety of reasons, but a lot of it comes from how chaotic they seem to be, while every other creature is just one person (a person he knows, so there’s an extra bit of weird familiarity) but Molten Freddy is much more of a creature than anyone else.

Michael was sort of conscious while Ennard was wearing him. Not all the time, but enough where he sometimes knows what’s going on. The thing is, though, he can’t see anything that’s happening and can only really hear the metal clicking noises so it’s not like he has any idea what Ennard is actually doing, just can feel what his body is doing a little bit. I also feel like the bouts of consciousness get longer and frequent as time goes on because the very little remnant in his body sort of starts to assemble itself and try and do its thing. This is very unfortunate for him, but he’s not a real person so whomp whomp.

Ennard knows that Michael is sometimes awake, they can tell, but do not really care actually. Whatever, it’s not their problem. They can sort of tell what he’s thinking, or at least get the gist of it, but it’s horribly incoherent so it’s more annoying than anything else. The knowing what the other is thinking does not go both ways btw, Michael can’t do that.

Nobody except Baby really has any beef with Michael. Sure, they’re attacking him in Pizzeria Simulator, but that’s more their programming and instinct than anything personal. To them, he’s just a guy that they’re going to kill, which is what they’re meant to do, and Baby hates him for some reason, but whatever.

Another thing about Baby, it’s really awkward for Scrap Baby being with Molten Freddy in PS. Molten Freddy doesn’t care at all but Elizabeth feels like she’s just run into her ex from a bad breakup at the store and he’s trying to make small talk.

And finally, Henry is weirded out by all of this and has no clue what’s going on. He doesn’t know what the fuck Molten Freddy is or where it came from, he doesn’t know what happened to Michael, he doesn’t know why everyone seems to have a complex history with each other (Really, everything lines up except any sort of relation or history with the tangle of wires.) He doesn’t care, that’s Michael’s problem. Connection terminated, or whatever.

I’m done

Okay that’s it! Of course I’m going to think of a billion more once I publish this but I think I’ve taken long enough already! Hope this was enough, and don’t disagree with me at all or I’ll cry (/nsrs) Thanks so much for the ask! Have a magical day <3

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #ennard fnaf #fnaf ennard #scooped michael afton #five nights at freddys #answered asks #elizabeth afton #I love making things up about these guys #thanks for the ask I love yapping

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seekers-who-are-lovers · 2 years ago

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I didn’t want to admit it at first, but the vacuum left by “Buddy Daddies” is so poignantly severe. I used to be so good at handling it but the last time I felt like this was in 2017 when Sherlock BBC was over. The difference between these two series is that I felt bitterness after the last episode of Sherlock. “Buddy Daddies,” on the other hand, with the release of the English dub, is almost perfect. I can feel that void gnawing at me.

I missed those Friday nights that lasted until the next days when we started to post about the latest episode’s spoilers and write about our first impressions. Lily had a ready artwork that might or might not have in connection with the episode. The official Buddy Daddies Twitter account had news.

Alas, those days are over.

PA Works might not be giving any hints if there will be more Buddy Daddies productions.

However, Lily, the lone warrior, doesn’t fail to delight the fandom with the promise of a new illustration.

Lastly, god bless all the fanfic writers, artists, and others who are still keeping this fandom alive.

#buddy daddies #sherlock bbc #they are releasing the 📀 yes I know…#but freaking hell it is not the same #on the other hand real life creeps in #am in turmoil

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dual-cetacean · 6 months ago

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Choas Energie vs Prism Energy.

Heyo! I've been in a funk for some time and feeling stilted. So why not do something different and just air out some ideas and thoughts I have about Sonic Prime? I've always wanted to do a deep dive or write some fun headcanons but never found the courage to do it. After agonising about it for some time, I realised that this is Tumbr, and I have nothing to lose by posting my thoughts here.

One, I fucking love the idea of Choas Energy being the reason why Shadow cannot enter the gates except for Ghost Hill. Ghost Hill still has traces of Sonic and Shadow's old world, a graveyard with roaming phantoms spouting the same rhetoric over and over again. With nowhere to escape the grey haze, it is not surprising Shadow preferred the Void over the hollow husk of Green Hill. (And well, to make sure he was able to catch Sonic and drag him down from his adventure to face the music of his actions)

Throughout the series Choas has been something revered, ancient and mysterious. The mugful of the Sonic Universe gathers the seven mystical elements and defeats the bad guy of the game kind of shenanigans. The very idea that it works against one of the most powerful wielders of said energy is pure irony. Especially since the one who goes Super is allowed to go through these worlds.

Beyond this point, there will be spoilers for the last season of the show; please do not continue if you still have to finish it.

Sonic was the last part of Paradox Prism; of course, as long as he ran fast enough, he could break the boundaries of the world. The Prism energy negated the Choas Energy. But not without a price. Without Nine's tech, Sonic was unstable (Sonic's subtle need for Tails shines through, which is only natural as that is his little buddy! I am so glad the series emphasised Sonic's unwavering trust in Tails, which transfers to Nine. Like his best friend becoming his worst enemy is such good grub. I was fed by the tail end of the series. Pun intended)

One contender is that because of the nature of the incident, Sonic cannot control his running. It is as if he is in a constant state of stop, go, stop, go because the energy inside him keeps reliving the same action over and over again—a loop, if you will.

Or, and this is more fantasy than fact, the Prism and Phaos energy inside of Sonic were clashing with each other and making it impossible to get anywhere without zipping all over the place. Perhaps if it had gone on for too long, Sonic's body would have taken a toll from the constant stress his body is in. I mean, we did not see Sonic eat or sleep in the show (which I suppose makes sense as the show barely had time to focus on such mundane things. Nine drank a juice box, though, which good for them), so I am only guessing that Nine's invention and his determination is what kept him upright. That and time distortion, which is canon! But a detail that is easily forgotten among the more exciting things.

But more about that later, finishing my thought about Choas Energy. the last bits of Choas left are Sonic, Shadow, and the Choas Emerald Shadow accidentally dropped in the Void (it appeared back in Shadow's hand in the final after Green Hill was restored, but I wonder what that means for the Shatterverse if everything has been set back to its 'original state'). It is only natural since the Paradox Prism used Mobuis as its template to create the other worlds (and so also Sonic's pals and Doctor Eggman, Big was also splintered, so that means close proximity to the Prism was not needed to become split. What a shame we did not see any other characters from the cast Cream and Cheese or the Choatix). It would use its own energy to replace the missing Choas Energy.

After all, the shards act like emeralds in the sense that they supply endless power. However, their capabilities lay in manipulating their surroundings rather than Choas, which amplifies the power inherent to the user. (Only the Choas Council used their shard like a battery, which is unsurprisingly uncreative of them) I am not a Sonic veteran, and I am probably wrong about this, but the Choas Emeralds do not seem to react to just about anyone. Maybe it is because we only saw it interact with the important characters of the show rather than the background characters, but Prism Energy seems to be more responsive than Choas. Maybe because the changes were made so recently? Or is it in the Prism's nature to be so easily manipulated? Neither do the shards of the crystal have a master emerald to soothe them or act like an anchor. It is all quite interesting. There are so many holes in the Shatterverse. Without Sonic interfering, I am sure the whole Shattverse would have collapsed in on itself, as its nature is to be unstable. None of the characters are balanced because they are born from splinters. They become their own people eventually, but it is in their nature to be unsatisfied and seek what makes them whole.

The last fun headcanon I have is that Choas is corrosive to the worlds the Prism created. For example, when Shadow performs a chaos blast, it is a big explosion because that is the nature of a blast. What if, if he were to use it, the explosion is intensified and corodoes everything it touches? I am uncertain in which canon Shadow uses chaos abilities without the emerald (or maybe that is something Fanon came up with. ), but it could be a reason why Shadow did not use Choas Blast or Spear during the events of the show. Besides, well, there had to be an even playfield to make the story engaging. So, Shattverse gates repel Shadow because he is a walking toxic vile. With only one leak, his life force can eat up the fabric from which the worlds are created. It certainly is a fun idea to write with.

Kinda makes me wonder what would have happened if Shadow brought the Choas Emerald inside one of the worlds or Choas Controlled within its bounds. Hmm, that is a delicious idea to write for.

As for time, I have not exactly calculated how much time Sonic actually spent in the show trying to restore his world. I can't even remember if he was ever knocked unconscious, which could distort his sense of time further. But in Season One, when Sonic meets back up with them, Nine mentions that he's been gone for a while. For what was at most an hour or four for Sonic could have been days or even weeks for Nine and the rest of New Yoke. I seriously need to rewatch the show for the details, but time distortion is a big thing I've been playing with in my writing. The idea of time flowing differently in every world is fascinating to explore. And *rubbing hands together* good angst fuel.

Anywho, I`m glad I got that off my chest. Please tell me if you want to hear more of my ramblings or ideas! That's how I know people want to see more of it. Bye! ヾ(*^▽^*)

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic prime #rambles #some fun ideas and inquires I thought of over the year #might remember more later

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