#Dan Hastie

[phancakes]

If they went through all of their old videos for this tour, does that mean that they will finally acknowledge that Phil PREDICTED Dan coming into his life???

Like “Did you guys know I predicted Dan?!?!” and we are all like “yes sweetie”

[fatherphaniel]

ok so i'm watching phil's old videos and i found this in one from february 2009 where he's doing a tarot reading for himself

like i usually don't believe this stuff but that was literally dan, i'm losing my mind

[freckliedan]

had a dream last night where phil was telling his grandparents that he and dan were getting divorced. behind my tears at overhearing this conversation I was thinking "wow the dangender community is going to love this" because phil was exclusively she/her-ing dan. :'(

i'm so sorry this was a sad dream for you anon because this is the best ask i've received in my life

[milkbobatyun]

once again

pairing: various x reader

genre: angstober, events

summary: it was your date night, surely he didn't forget again, did he?

word count: 456

a/n: to mark the beginning of angstober, i present this piece (˶◜ᵕ◝˶) tysm to @yeonjunsfox for giving me the list of prompts !!

the cold wind nipped at your skin, goosebumps prickled your skin. rain pattered against the patio roof of the restaurant. rubbing your hands against your arms, you miserably try to bring some warmth to yourself. you had wanted to dress up nicely for your anniversary dinner, but the weather had other plans. the excitement of spending time with your lover had been diminished by the absence of said lover, the freezing wind your only companion. your foot tapped in rhythm with the rain against the concrete, the petriocor scent of rain mixing with the fragrance of food from the restaurant. as the seconds stretched on, you blew warm air into your hands, taking the opportunity to check your phone. the screen lit up with a picture the two of you took on your first date, the picture sparking a sense of melancholic cheer in your heart. it was 15 minutes past your planned booking time, yet no messages appeared. you tried to keep a cheerful hope alive in your heart. maybe he had run into traffic. maybe he was held back by some unexpected business matter. but with each passing minute, your hope cowered, drifting further away. what more should you have expected from him? it was the third time in a month he had either cancelled last minute or not shown up at all, only sending you a curt, distant apology over text instead.  blinking back the tears that gathered along your eyeline, you checked your phone for the 5th time in 15 minutes, hoping against hope that he was on his way, ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest. 20 minutes passed. 1 hour. once again, he did not come.  the waiter inside shot you a look of pity through the glass doors. the cold emptiness slowly seeped through your veins, the hope draining from your body. every time he ‘missed’ your date, your heart felt like it was steadily being crushed, cracks forming along the edge. the cracks had been forming over time, the gaps spreading inch by inch with every broken promise, every hasty apology. you had hit your breaking point. with a crisp and loud smash, you heard your heart shatter, the crystalline pieces slipping through your fingers, too scattered and lost to be repairable.  you were tired. tired of waiting for him. tired of forgiving him. you wondered, was it perhaps your fault, for mistaking the cracks as something worth holding onto. maybe you were in the wrong, for waiting, for hoping he would turn around and realise his mistakes.  maybe some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes.

— reo, SCARAMOUCHE, aventurine, jingyuan, zhongli, neuvillette, levi ackerman, diluc, AYATO, dan heng, tsukishima, KENMA, sunday, MICHAEL KAISER, kageyama, OIKAWA, rin, sae, isagi, BEOMGYU, heesung, jay, jungwon, GOJO, geto, nanami, SYLUS + your favs

taglist (open): @yeonjunsfox

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[kreemkreem]

Pick a emoji 💗❤️🩵

A message for you by a song.

💗

I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea, you know how I feel

River running free, you know how I feel

Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good.

I think you guys are felling anxious or anyone have anxiety I am hurting in my stomach I am feeling nervous 😭 while writing this. This message is from your future self . You guys hurry very much. Like every thing should be fast. It came to me directly just this part of song. If you feel stuck or you feel you are just trapped.your future self message is like don't worry. We will be free. I don't know but there is a message for some of you don't self harm yourself. Don't be like them. You are not them. So yes ,you can listen to this song .

❤️

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more.

For this one,you got a loving message but I can't channel if it's from your future spouse, your soulmate or someone who admire you. It is like they want it to be mystery. Many times I tried to channel but no I am getting it. Whoever this person is like you very much. My tears are flowing (can be your past life lover). You definitely have a past life . I think you guys also know you have a past lover. This person is waiting for you and wailing for you. This person wants to hug you. I asked if you will meet in this life answer is circumstances. Maybe may not be. Your relationship with this person in fast life ended with grief. Like one of you died.

🩵

I like your eyes, you look away when you pretend not to care

I like the dimples on the corners of the smile that you wear

I like you more, the world may know, but don't be scared

'Cause I'm falling deeper, baby, be prepared

This message is from your admirer or crush. If you think no-one can fall for you but sorry baby some has already fallen. This person is hasty while typing my fingers are just going on so fast. This person wants to say to you many things but in real life he is a introvert. This person wants to say they like every thing of you even if you find it not good. Your hairs even if you didn't comb them. Your sleepy face on a desk(is someone is in university)can admire you from afar.

[lichen-soup-scribe]

You learn so much about your friends while shooting the shit around a campfire together...

Apparently, when my pal Dan lived in New Jersey, he drove an ice cream truck. For the mafia. For context: If anyone else told that tale, I’d immediately call bullshit. But Dan’s a really straightforward, guy -- and he’s lived a pretty interesting life in general, including a stint as a wilderness tour guide in Alaska. 

 Incidentally, he also looks like the perfect ice cream man man: he has this eye-wrinkling smile and cheery red cheeks, and you can absolutely picture him wearing a paper hat at a jaunty angle.

That this company was run by the mafia wasn’t explicit, but was pretty obvious. His boss had the most Italian-ass first name -- “He wasn’t interested in telling me his last name, and I don’t know if he knew mine,” Dan said -- and was the only one allowed in the large freezer trailer where the inventory was stored. Dan said he assumed there were bodies in there.

Said truck was stored in the middle of a junkyard, which was guarded by Rottweilers at night. If you happened to still be in there when they were released, you'd have to climb on top of your truck and play "the floor is lava and the lava is angry dogs" til you got to the building that fronted the road.

The other two main factions were the Saudi Arabians and a single large Greek woman. "She was mean enough to hold her own," Dan said. 

These factions had divvied up the local parks and ball fields and so on, which Dan learned the hard way. "But nobody owned the streets."

IHOP was neutral territory. If you parked your truck there, it signaled to the other factions that you wanted to parlay. 

Once, near the time school got out, Dan was plying his trade toward the end of a long cul-de-sac -- the signature bells of his company playing over the PA system -- when he heard “Turkey in the Straw” getting closer. One of the Saudis turned onto the cul-de-sac, heading slowly towards him. To escape, he’d have to drive right past him. 

And then, as he was getting ready to gun it: “Do your ears hang low” approached. It was the Greek lady, turning into the same cul-de-sac. Suddenly he was in a three-way stand-off. 

And then, to top it all off, the school bus pulled in and began unloading kids. 

As Dan watched in horror, the Greek lady parked her truck and, marched over to the Saudi guy’s truck, cursing loudly.

And then -- before the horrified eyes of the children, in the din of competing ice cream truck speaker systems -- she REACHED into his open window, pulled him halfway through it by his hair with one hand, and started pummeling him with the other. 

Dan beat a hasty retreat. He later heard through the ice cream man grapevine that the cops were called and the Greek lady ended up being sent back to Greece.

[lavendermin]

busy. try again later | welt yang

pairing | welt yang x reader

wc | 2.6k

genre | fluff, implied secret relationships, lighthearted banter

warnings | suggestive but nothing explicit, pregnancy, written following the pov of Stelle around the express, welt is railing your stars on the down low

Idleness. Boredom. It left Stelle a little fidgety when there was a slight break from major tasks. The Astral Express was currently stationed near Jarilo VI for a quick visit. No major missions were queued up and if she counted all the visible stars outside the window of the main parlor car for the 44th time she would surely lose her mind.

‘I should go check with the others. Maybe there’s something I can do… or risk losing my mind like this.’ Stelle hops off the parlor car seat and heads toward the passenger cabin.

A soft knock to the first door. No answer.

“This is technically a public room on the Express. You don’t have to knock every time you stop by,” Dan Heng responds flatly without looking up from a few open books on the table.

“It's still your room,” Stelle counters with a shrug, eyes skimming the room curiously.

Dan Heng lets out a quiet sigh that ends in a chuckle. He turns to look at her fully, arms crossed over his chest. “Something on your mind?”

“Just checking in. Need any help?”

“No, I’m busy but it would take longer to explain than the task would take. Try March. She wanted to head into Belobog to restock on some supplies while we’re still here.”

With a nod Stelle turns to head out of the data bank. Dan Heng watches the door slide shut, letting out a quiet exhale before getting back to the various books he has to sort through for information.

Oddly enough, Stelle finds Himeko standing just outside March’s door speaking to the newest Astral Express member. They don’t seem to pay Stelle any mind as she walks over.

“Are you sure? It would make a lovely walk,” Himeko offers. You shake your head and offer an apologetic smile.

“No, no, I’ll be okay. I’m pretty busy today with some… errands,” you reason, hands tugging and fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “I’ll go next time.”

Himeko relents and sends you on your way. You quickly disappear down the hall toward the passenger car over where your room is. “Stelle, would you like to join March and myself on a quick trip to Belobog?”

She nods with a small smile. “If you’re not heading out too soon I’ll join you.” There were still a few others Stelle wanted to check in with just in case. You said you had some errands to do today so maybe Stelle could help.

Understanding her current little task, Himeko assures Stelle that they’ll be heading out in about an hour so there’s not much of a rush. March has been known to take a little longer than most at getting ready if it’s just a casual outing. The soft music and humming coming from her door gave way to the fact that Himeko had been waiting for longer than originally planned. She stays for some idle chatter to help Himeko kill some time as she waits before continuing down the rooms.

The door all the way at the end of the hall— Welt Yang’s room. Stelle gives a firm few knocks.

Silence.

She tries the door but, as always, it oddly doesn’t even budge an inch. He might be elsewhere on the train or engrossed in a new book so much he didn’t hear her knock. Well, it’s not like he usually needs help. More often than not Welt is the one offering help to those that approach him. Best to leave it at that for now. There was an attempt at least and that sat okay with her conscience.

Onto the cart over, your room is the only one in use save for the guest room just next to yours that will occasionally house a visitor. Stelle approaches and knocks.

There’s muffled shuffling on the other side and a hasty, ‘Just a minute!’ The hand that was reaching for the door handle pauses and instead Stelle waits patiently for you to answer.

The door slides open just enough for your breathless face to come into view. “Sorry I was, uhm, reorganizing my room a bit. It’s a mess,” you chuckle apologetically.

Stelle quirks a brow at your slightly disheveled appearance when you step outside into the hall and shut the door behind you softly.

“If you’re moving furniture I can help. Don’t hurt yourself,” Stelle offers with a kind smile. As much as you appreciate the offer you quickly shake your head.

“No, no, I’m fine. Almost done putting stuff away. Thank you for the offer anyway. If you’re looking for something to do, Pom-Pom might need help now that I think about it.” You quickly divert the conversation. “He was looking a little troubled the past couple of days.”

That being said, the conductor always has something troubling them. Pom-Pom was a busy bee every day keeping the Express in top condition and takes pride in doing so. Still, it didn’t hurt to check on him before heading out with Himeko and March.

You wave your brief thank you and goodbye, a polite yet nervous smile on your expression. Stelle subconsciously makes note of the way you don’t head back into your room until she leaves. Everyone on this train has secrets and with you being the newest member of a few months, she couldn’t fault you for being a little more reserved as you got adjusted.

And just as you said, Stelle comes across the train’s conductor who is uneasily sweeping around the parlor car to keep busy. Even the slight tap of the conductor's hat to get their attention makes him yelp before realizing it’s just Stelle and not whatever terrifying end Pom-Pom thought was finally catching up to him.

“Stelle…” Pom-Pom clearly looks uneasy and distressed.

“Something on your mind?” Stelle asks.

Pom-Pom glances around, looks behind some chairs, under a table, and hobbles back over to Stelle. The little conductor’s face scrunches in thought.

“Lately, Pom-Pom can’t help but feel that there’s something that changed on the Express. Like there’s another faint presence at times.” A look of fear crosses his face and Pom-Pom gulps down a few stray scary thoughts. “Stelle, do you think a ghost could have followed you onboard in your travels?”

She looks around. One end of the cabin is empty save for Dan Heng who heads out of the Express alone. The other end is just as desolate— not a single movement.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Stelle notes. “Are you sure it was a presence you felt? Have you been sleeping well?”

The conductor stomps his little foot down angrily. “H-Hey! Pom-Pom knows what he felt! Sleep is not the issue,” the little rabbit argues with a huff. “But, please go take a look around the Express and make sure a stray animal or something didn’t get on board accidentally.”

It really was strange if what Pom-Pom is saying is true. Generally, Stelle is quick to pick up on something amiss but nothing has seemed out of the ordinary lately. Still, to give Pom-Pom the ease of mind she takes another more thorough look around the parlor car. Nothing under the seats, hands swatted away from Pom-Pom’s plant, not a sound or sight out of place.

Stelle turns to the conductor who has started trailing behind with concerned eyes that shift around the room. “Pom-Pom, do you feel this presence right now?”

He takes a moment and scans the room, then shakes his head. “Well, no… But what if it’s hiding? Waiting for an opportunity to eat a tasty conductor?”

“Like a giant space rat?” Stelle quips with a laugh.

Pom-Pom lets out a whimper. “Hey! Stop trying to scare Pom-Pom!”

She puts up her hands defensively with a chuckle. “Alright, if you don’t sense it here maybe we should look around the other cars to figure it out,” Stelle suggests.

Though uneasy, Pom-Pom agrees. “Okay, but if something attacks it’s your job to protect and save Pom-Pom!”

Stelle agrees if only to calm down the fidgety conductor.

In the first passenger cart Himeko and March are now chatting among themselves about their plan for the outing. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. Stelle takes another look around with Pom-Pom in tow.

“Any presence here?”

The little rabbit shakes his head. “N-No… But Pom-Pom swears it’s somewhere!”

“Did you lose a button again, Pom-Pom?” March asks curiously as the two look around the cart.

Stelle shakes her head, quickly explaining the situation to save the conductor some stress. At this point he’s practically glued to Stelle’s leg, eyes shifting to and fro.

March forces out a shaky laugh that only gives way to her nerves. “Oh, haha… A space rat wouldn’t be on the Express… I hope.”

And maybe everything at once was a little too much for the little conductor. So much that he momentarily snaps. Which isn’t too extreme given Pom-Pom’s stature. “Stop, stop! Pom-Pom did not sense a space rat!”

It’s lighthearted banter at best between March and Pom-Pom. Just enough to at least alleviate some tension from this little unsolved train mystery. Stelle is in the middle of brainstorming any other possible reasons when the other passenger car door opens down the hall.

Your head peeks out to assess the situation, clearly on alert due to the loud bickering. As soon as you see the group down the hall you let out a little sigh of relief and head over.

“What’s all the commotion?” you ask Himeko.

She offers a shrug and a hand gesture that indicates it’s nothing too big of a deal. And it would seem that way, that is until Pom-Pom lets out a shriek.

“Th-There it is!” he yells, jumping behind March and Stelle. “The presence came in with Y/n!”

All eyes are on you and you’re hopelessly teetering between confused and dreading the next moments.

“The presence came in with Y/n,” Himeko muses calmly. She lets out a sly little chuckle, one that knows too much while keeping a perfect poker face. “Pom-Pom, do you think perhaps the presence is with Y/n?”

The conductor finally peeks from where he hides, uncovering his eyes. “O-Oh. Pom-Pom didn’t think of that… Passenger Y/n,” the rabbit starts as he cautiously waddles over to you. “Please hold still.”

Oh no.

Oh no. Oh no.

You don’t even get a word in. The tiny robot that Pom-Pom uses is quicker than you can register as it gives a brief scan of your form. The conductor is silent as his eyes quickly scan the data displayed on its tiny screen. The little gasp he lets out only further forms a cold sweat down your neck.

“Passenger Y/n… you’re carrying a tiny being,” Pom-Pom finally announces with a look of awe and confusion.

“Please don’t call it that,” you interject with a nervous laugh. “It’s just a baby Pom-Pom.”

March is the first to snap out of the momentary shock, her jaw dropped. “What?! You’re pregnant?! A baby?! Since when?!”

“Calculated to be an approximate nine or ten weeks of development so far,” Pom-Pom clarifies, eyes glued to the data.

“And there you have it,” Himeko concludes. “Our little mystery is solved for the presence Pom-Pom felt. I’d say that’s excellent teamwork as always from our Astral Express family.”

And it seems to be a satisfying enough conclusion for Pom-Pom thankfully.

“Well if there’s no real danger to the Express, Pom-Pom will be leaving. There’s much to do!” And with that the little conductor scurries off to the main parlor car.

The passenger car door shuts and March is immediately an explosive flurry of questions. Her insatiable curiosity leaves her speaking faster than she can really stop to properly think through. She’s next to you in less than a second, her hand gently on your stomach as she looks from your barely-noticeable bump to your uneasy expression. The questions are nonstop and practically all in one breath, one after another.

Did you know? When did you find out? Are you dizzy? Eating enough? Any pain? Have you contacted Natasha yet for a checkup? Any names? There’s an audible gasp as March pauses with a new train of thought, or maybe to take in air after the barrage of questions.

“Who’s the father? Don’t tell me it’s someone on the Express,” she interrogates further. Your nervous smile and avoidance of eye-contact is all the body language she needs to confirm her suspicion.

You push her away gently, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed by all the questions. “March, p-please. You don’t have to worr–“

Amidst the chaos of the new shocking revelation, Dan Heng returns from his unannounced outing. March is quick to snap her gaze at him. It only takes a split second for her to put two and two together in her mind.

“Dan Heng… you jerk!” March lunges at him, shaking his shoulders wildly. “Not using protection?! Are you serious right now?! Are you even supporting her at such a crucial point in her life?! You better not run off and ditch her because I’ll find you and drag you back frozen if I have to!”

It’s comedic, despite the chaos, how expressionless but uncomfortable Dan Heng looks right now. He just lets March give him an earful before prying her hands off of him.

“March. I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just got back,” he explains calmly.

The tears of passion and frustration are brimming on March’s eyes. You can only watch the scene unfold with mild unease, a hand protectively on your belly.

March huffs with a pout, hands on her hips. “Y/n is around nine weeks pregnant and you are hardly any help.”

“Wait, March—“ You try to stop her, face warm with embarrassment, but she’s too caught up in her passionate berating to listen.

March and Dan Heng are bickering back and forth without end when the door to the second passenger car opens soundlessly.

“It’s not me. And it’s not my problem if you don’t believe me.”

March lets out an exasperated groan. “If you haven’t noticed, there aren’t that many guys on the Express. I just don’t see how–“

“Is there trouble?” Welt interrupts as he comes up behind you and Himeko. He looks to the latter for explanation but she can only let out an amused chuckle. The knowing glint in her eye has you swallowing a whimper.

“March,” you start, face growing warmer by the second as you try to stop her to no avail. But everyone notices it— the way your body instinctively turns toward Welt.

March halts, voice growing smaller by the second as the words come out. “If it’s not… Dan Heng…”

Everyone watches as March reassesses her thoughts in real time now that Welt is there. Slowly the truth unfolds and you watch as her eyes grow wider by the second, jaw dropped.

“Mr. Yang?!”

The older man seems taken aback by her sudden exclamation. He looks to you for further explanation but you’re too flustered to speak. Your silence and averted gaze only further confirms March’s new theory that you two were sleeping together… and for quite some time now.

“Will someone care to explain what’s going on?” Welt asks with a sigh and pinch to the bridge of his nose.

There’s a chuckle that comes from beside him as Himeko interjects. “It seems our crew just found out about the result of your many little… escapades. But,” she continues, “We’re all adults here. Everyone’s private matters are to be respected. And we will all receive the future little addition to the Astral Express Family warmly.” She shoots a meaningful look at March, Stelle and Dan Heng.

They all nod solemnly.

“Oh,” Stelle begins with a look of realization. “So that’s what you two were doing when I stopped by her room.”

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

Ik that a lot of people said this but

I HATE HOW SHIPS ARE TREATED ON DCAS

Starting with the MLM ships, ALMOST EVERYONE IS INVOLVED IN A LOVE TRIANGLE, the only one who isn't involved was Jaiden, even I don't know if it counts since Aiden is also in a love triangle.

The jakextomxaiden thing was completely unnecessary, we already have a miscommunication problem with Jake and Tom, the love triangle wasn't necessary (Also, that unfinished and hasty closure they gave to jakextom... ugh)

But ok, it's okay, we can let it go. BUT THEN WE HAVE TREVEK VS KRYSTALXDEREK WHO IS ALSO A FREAKING LOVE TRIANGLE AAAAA

THE wlw ship, yeah, SHIP WITHOUT A S, is gabellie. I LOVE that they didn't ruin them as Jakextom and actually managed to solve their problems, but GOD, they time of screen time is SO low. Specifically in Piggyback that it was supposed to be their song, but NO, let's give that screen time to Tomden.

I remember people saying theorizing a love triangle between Tess, Gabby and Ellie. THANK GOD IT DIDN'T HAPPEN (NO HATE TO THE TESSGABBY, TESSELLIE OR TESSGABBYELLIE! Your ships are valid!)

Oh! Speaking of love triangles and yuri, why don't we talk about Huntessally. After S2, it was implied that the three of them were going to end up in a polyamorous relationship, but no, onc seems to be afraid of that and we only have HunterAlly. But ok, maybe they were preparing polyamory for S3

...

So far, 07/21/2024, nothing has happened.

The thing that bothered me the most was that after Hunter left there were Tessally scenes, which came to nothing.

Speaking of the straight ships. only ONE of them isn't toxic and it's the one with less screen time in the series, exactly, AshleyWill. All the other ones are toxic or just part of a love triangle.

The DerekKristal thing is not that bad, they don't have the fault that Trevor falled in love with Derek... THE PROBLEM IS THE LOVE TRIANGLE

Now on to our last love triangle, Connor and Alec with Riya... The most unnecessary thing in the world. (Again, not hate to the Riya x Alec shippers. This hate goes to the writing)

Oh! And Grett x Yul... I will be honest, I still don't understand how Yul passed from loving Grett to treat her like shit. But meh, Yul is an asshole, the probabilities of that ship going well were really low

My writing take? Not using love triangles, with jakextomxaiden was enough (and not even that because it was annoying). Huntessally canon, more Gabellie screen time and probably a non toxic straight ship on AS

(Everything I said only applies to All stars, anything I haven't mentioned is because I forgot or they simply aren't in AS)

(Off topic, but I never understood if Dan was just asexual or also aroace)

Sorry for my bad English

DOWN WITH THE LOVE TRIANGLES BURN THEM WITH FIRE

also dan is just asexual 🙂‍↕️👍🏼

HUNTESSALLY RAHHHHHHHH

[vessmar]

@cloudhymn. || surprise starter bc i'm mentally ill

within the astoundingly brief moment between noticing the angle of the attack, and the connection of mandibles and flesh, vess had barely enough time to process the intended trajectory of the blow. dan heng, with his back to the attack, was arguably already preoccupied with holding back the two persistent stings in front of him — both prepared to replicate at any moment — and he was quite obviously the direct target of the third. vesper's decision was instant, almost instinct, as he threw his right arm out to cover the vidyadhara's shoulder. "watch— gh!" though he held a curved blade in hand, it clattered to the ground uselessly as the muscles of his forearm were punctured, forcing his grip to release.

the pained keen that bled from vess' lips was forcefully interrupted by his own steely grunt, choosing to silence himself as he took the advantage, his other hand plunging his other blade into the side of the sting's head. he ripped the karambit through the enemy's head, and then pried the loosened mandibles from his arm. blood was the least of his worries, with two more to fight off while adrenaline was still high, but his rational concern and the literal state of his body were two very different factors. he relied now more on his left hand, as muscle and machinery both malfunctioned in his right, and though he was fortunate he had his dominant arm, it wouldn't be enough to cover him in combat. though his choice of protection was perhaps hasty and irresponsible, all that he hoped to accomplish was keeping dan heng from a worse injury.

once both final enemies were downed, vess closed his eyes, panting shallowly as he tried to find the correct pace at which he's trained to breathe. he brought his good hand to his chest, embarrassed that he was winded, but glad to find he hadn't inhaled too much of the sting's hallucinogen in the process. blood dripped to the ground below, and for a few moments longer he refused to turn to his companion, fully aware he was likely to get snapped at for his actions. he could take the berating, he just needed to find his breath first.

[jueying]

@celesticlnstcrs / nsfw muse reaction prompts / not accepting

[ many ] + [ praise ] + [ want ]  ;)) jy [ many ] your muse making mine orgasm over and over. [ praise ] your muse praising mine in bed. [ want ] your muse telling mine they want them.

If one were to ask Dan Heng what the downsides of what was essentially a long distance relationship were, he could most certainly list out plenty. Unlike the members of the Express who he could see on a daily basis in person, there were times that he would only see Jing Yuan every few weeks or months even in person. Even then, scheduling could be a bit of a nightmare if his landings on the Luofu might not work out well if the general was busy with... well just that, affairs on the ship that might eat up the entire day. It was only the location of the general that was a mystery and not so much what all the general needed to do.

Of course, with ample communication and tons of unfortunate trial and error, the two of them managed things just fine. Dan Heng would ask Himeko and Pom-Pom for a rough schedule to their flight itinerary and text over a proper estimate for both the time and length of his next visit whenever circumstances would allow him. He wouldn't ask what Jing Yuan did on his end, given all of the security clearances and secrecy involved in every step of procedures with the Xianzhou, but the frequent yawning and even more prominent dark circles rimming golden hues gave him an inkling of what it might be.

Despite the other's urge to perhaps play directly into his dozing general moniker after all that work though, it truly did warm Dan Heng's heart to see his waiting shadow there at the end of the pier during disembarking - vigor renewed in Jing Yuan's gaze when quick steps preceded a hug tight enough for the general's joyous chuckle to echo across his ribs and mingle with the quickening of his heart.

The day passed in a flurry of lunch and dinner dates, with idle conversation easily sprinkled in with the passage of time. There was always a new trend somewhere on the Luofu and ample photographs that Dan Heng took during his travels - gifts following in tow when he couldn't help picking up items that reminded him of the other. An unsaid question slowly creeped over their time together the later on in the day it became, all paths leading to Jing Yuan's front door as the moon chased the sun across the darkening sky.

"Are you going to invite me in?" Laughter lined his question as Jing Yuan's expression turned to one that would surely sell many copies if captured on film and print, the archivist mentally making a note to send a text over to the Express when he certainly wouldn't be making a return for the evening. To Jing Yuan's credit though, he dutifully set up a game of Starchess along with a small bottle of sipping liquor on his back porch, fully playing through a set of moves before Dan Heng made a different move of his own.

"Do you want me to stay?" The question felt a bit redundant when murmured against Jing Yuan's lips between long awaited kisses and caresses, liquor and chess forgotten when other vices were ready to be indulged in. Another laugh followed an eager reply, kisses peppered across Jing Yuan's face as the two of them made a hasty retreat to the bedroom; clothing strewn about in a task for their future selves to worry about.

Thighs fell open for the general to make a comfortable home between them all too easily, welcome weight of Jing Yuan pressed up against him making him smother a first quiet moan into another searing kiss - second one muffled against Jing Yuan's tongue when war worn hands traced over his bare skin. The next few followed in even quicker succession as deft fingers ran over his eager length and entrance, reverence carried in every motion. The question of Jing Yuan's stamina had only come up once, in the earlier days of their relationship when the general was able to prattle on about how his age and lack of intimacy in recent decades was a little bit of a concern. This concern was quickly discovered to not be an issue, when Dan Heng himself was the one who needed a break at the end of the night - definitely owing in part to ample amount of foreplay the other loved to employ.

He was already falling apart the first time to just Jing Yuan's fingers, slicked up to push into him with little resistance and backed up with the general's ample knowledge of his body at this point. His teeth found a quick home in Jing Yuan's shoulder when it all came to a head, his own gasps and pants almost drowning out the steady stream of praises murmured into his ear as his world gradually realigned. Warm kisses always flowed freely after, like a tether for his senses to gently coax him back.

Despite all that, a healthy but still embarrassing whine curled in the back of his throat when Jing Yuan pulled his fingers out of him, breath instead hitching when he caught sight of the other's molten gold gaze. The brilliance and brightness of Jing Yuan's eyes had been the first thing the vidyadhara noticed about him, orbs of pure radiance that almost seemed to cut through the darkness of the Shackling Prison all those decades ago. In their time together, an array of emotions burned and dimmed the radiance of the general's gaze. Each and every encounter left a deep impression upon his soul and today was no exception. The layers of restraint the other imposed upon himself were ones that Dan Heng knew about, ones that Dan Heng encouraged him to let go of at least when they were together, and ones that Jing Yuan would eventually do so after seeking permission each and every time.

Want hung heavily from his words, pressed firmly against the junction of his hip and thigh whilst waiting for Dan Heng's affirmation, and devoured his lips and tongue again fervently when granted. The heat formerly ebbing in the pit of his abdomen stoked to life once again when two halves became whole again, arms wrapping tight around the general's broad shoulders as if to physically merge their bodies together too. "Jing - Jing Yuan-!" His beloved's name spilled between his other exhalations, heat bubbling beneath the surface coming to another head when his climax tore through him once again.

Jing Yuan's feather light kiss over a glowing horn was what coaxed him back this time, silky strands of long hair clinging to his neck and shoulders with the intensity of their love making as soft praises caressed his ears once again. Tilting his head over, Dan Heng sought to swallow his boyfriend's sweet words with a kiss hopefully carry just as much tenderness. His own sweet words flowed from him in hushed tones, nudged between presses of his mouth as he basked in Jing Yuan's very presence for just a moment longer.

"I love you…" He liked the way those golden hues would brighten every time he said it regardless of the time or the place, more than enough to repeat his words because when it mattered, you had to say it twice. Lips and tongue worked against Jing Yuan's in his own way of worship, in unspoken praise before his own want welled up once more inside of him.

"Again…" He murmured breathlessly, leg curling around one of those so called ancient hips and moaning softly when slickness between his thighs made it easy for the other to move once more. Silken strands tangled slightly in between Jing Yuan's fingers, Dan Heng bringing his own hand up to press the general's palm into cheek and exhaling a shaky sigh against the skin.

"I want you... again."

[burlveneer-music]

Dan Hastie & Terin Ector - MILS005: Crows Height - "wistful" and "melancholy" seem to be the keywords for this entry in the Madlib Invazion Music Library Series

The Madlib Invazion Music Library Series was created by Madlib and Egon over the course of the Pandemic, and was a chance to give their creative friends the ability to stretch out and indulge in whatever type of music they wanted for release on the label. The music had to be great and able to be presented as a stand alone album – like the best “Music Library” releases of the past, on labels like Italy’s Sermi, Germany’s Bruton, France’s MP2000 and the UK’s DeWolfe. And, like those albums, it had to work as easy, one-stop clearance for background cues in film and television production and, as producers have been indulging since the 1990s, for sampling. The series contains 12 releases by DJ Muggs, Karriem Riggins, J-Zone, the Heliocentrics’ Malcolm Catto and Jake Ferguson, JJ Whitefield of Karl Hector/Whitefield Brothers/Poets of Rhythm, Motif Alumni and Music Research Library, Mario Luciano of Polyphonic Music Library, Henkel, Gabriel Rowland of Los Yesterdays, Dan Hastie and Terin Ector of Orgone, Dan Ubick and Joe Harrison The albums will be released on the Madlib Invazion Bandcamp on the first Friday of each month over the course of one year. Listen, ponder, repeat. Personnel: Drums, Percussion, Bass, Guitar, Keyboards: Dan Hastie Drums, Percussion, Bass, Guitar, Keyboards: Terin Ector Viola, Violin, String Arrangements: Thomas Lea

[saunne]

Amusingly, with his libido under control and his thirst quenched, Yingxing was even more efficient and productive than he was before, scaring the shit out of his fellow artisans as his already unbeatable talent seemed to double overnight.

The Preceptors hadn't been happy about this development because how could they spit on a genius like Yingxing without coming across as the bitter assholes they were desperately trying to appear not to be ?

Dan Feng sighed in relief as his clepsydra signaled the end of the time he had given himself until his break. 

Setting down his brush, he took a moment to stretch his wrists before grabbing the replica box lying a little further away, smiling softly as he felt the walls vibrate faintly against his hand. 

Today was his and Yingxing's first anniversary so Dan Feng had kindly implied their near murder to anyone trying to force him to work this particular evening. His “fuck you kindly customer service smile” as Yingxing called it had reached levels of industrial saccharine of such intensity that even Lady Xuepu, the most annoying of his Preceptors, had made a hasty retreat when she saw it directed towards her. He knew she would come back to piss him off a little before his scheduled departure time, like she did every time, but for now he was peacefully left alone.

Which turned out to be perfect for teasing his lover thoroughly throughout the day.

[revserrayyu]

2.1 Penacony thoughts [part4]

**BOSS FIGHT SPOILERS** Going to be rambling about the battle itself and the two cut-scenes that follow right after, but not quite the whole story’s ending yet. That will be the next post. If by any chance you haven’t beaten the boss yet and are still gazing upon this post then I urge you to come back later because I would never wanna ruin the experience for you.

I’m glad Himeko questioned the number of murders because I also sat there for a good minute wondering who the third death might’ve been, only to realize how stupid I was upon clicking forward to hear Aventurine’s response.

I still wish his hat & glasses were part of his usual attire. I’m glad he pulls the hat out of nowhere whenever he launches his follow up attack, but the glasses would’ve been real snazzy if he permanently wore them. It was nice seeing us wield the lance instead of the bat for once too.

So, the fight itself.. was a bit irritating, mostly due to the gambling. I believe I tried a total of four times until I beat him. The first three attempts I simply switched around different team members, using those who could easily score big against his dice and win those gambles. His first phase went fine no matter which team setup I had. It was that second phase that kept knocking me out, mainly because my healer and support units could never manage to roll higher or on par with Aventurine’s number seeing how they could only attack a single target at a time. It also didn’t help that I had no ice or physical characters properly leveled up to assist Serval in weakness breaking.. until I remembered destruction Trailblazer existed. So, after struggling with different teams for a good hour, I decided to do some relic farming (which basically resulted in me taking the first gold pieces I could get) while also getting materials to level up traces and a random light cone because I have literally not switched back to this path since we first acquired the flaming lance. Half hour later and my destruction Trailblazer was ready to come out of retirement with a hasty, last minute build.

Of course the stats are not the greatest thing in the world (all relics, traces and lc not even maxed out) and I wasn’t confident that I would do any better than my previous attempts against Aventurine, where the lowest I managed to bring him down to in his second phase was about 60% before biting the dust. After activating a pair of consumables and fighting through the first phase as usual, I would like to think everything was going rather smoothly with how well I was keeping everyone alive at least.

The team wide gambles during the second phase went as well as I imagined; Serval and Stelle would manage to score high with their AoE while Huohuo and Bronya would typically suffer and take a hit. They might’ve tied once or twice but the odds were certainly not in my favor whenever those two would roll the dice. By some strange stroke of luck though, I finally managed to beat the fancy gambler! Thank god too because if this team failed, I would’ve been all out of ideas.

The following cutscene is good and I wish I had taken more screenshots but I was caught up in enjoying it. Aventurine’s really out here acting like a Meowth using Pay Day twenty times in a row.

I do feel bad for Acheron, walking a path she doesn’t even want to tread on and endlessly looking for someone. Haven’t a clue on who she might’ve been talking to though.

Himeko and Welt protecting the kids like the good parents they are! We’re certainly going to have some crazy stories for Dan Heng once we return to the Express. Dude is probably just chilling in the archives, maybe having some snacks with Pom-Pom while we’re over here fighting for our lives.

Another moment where I was so invested in watching Acheron that the idea of screenshots left my mind completely, but ohhh boy, the extent of her power is grand indeed. It’s a bit similar to what was shown in her character trailer but seeing her ultimate like this in game is truly an experience.

Big fan of the brief moment where she’s shown to sheath her sword again..

..and the way it goes from the monochrome world to reality and it starts raining hard is so very nice. Can’t help but think back to what Aventurine’s sister said about rain though at this time.

Finally getting that confirmation of her path even though it was no secret to us.

I really hope so because the longer we linger here the more worried for Aventurine I become.

This gives me little hope that Robin might be alive? If whomever is behind this just wanted to cover up the truth about Penacony and its recent happenings, then simply taking away their ability to speak should be effective enough. Death seems a bit too extreme but perhaps that was merely an accident. Or at least I hope so. I want her alive if you couldn’t tell.

So Aventurine had this all planned out? Putting himself and Acheron on opposing sides so she would have to draw her blade against him, all to nullify that strange Harmony magic that Sunday placed upon him? This man is out here playing 3d chess.

And like a fool I feel for his bluff about wanting to make our stellaron explode. But if his stone is broken, does that mean he never planned to make it out of this fight alive in the first place? I know his future was grim due to the conditions Sunday placed upon him, regardless if Aventurine managed to solve Robin’s case or not, but I still don’t like the sound of this!

Yes, please, wake up pretty boy. In reality and alive, preferably. Also, I wonder how much longer we’ll need to wait until we can finally get an explanation behind the red text. I have my guesses, but wish to know for sure.

Both of them asking and giving such real answers.. ahh. Life and death truly are such frightening things.

I would like to know the meaning behind your words, ma’am. Why must you do this? Are you even aware of it? What if I uno reverse card you and give you anxiety instead huh??

I’m thankful Acheron reminded him of Ratio’s parting gift and that Aventurine still held onto it even now, but with how this whole scene ends.. I can’t be certain if our gambler decided to use it or not.

Oooohhh my heart.. here comes the pain.

I’m sorry sir, but you can’t just give us these real handsome and gentle smiles and seemingly disappear into a void afterwards?? I don’t wanna accept this!

AVENTURINE!! You better be walking your pretty boy butt back into reality somehow, I swear! If you’re still choosing to end yourself despite Acheron’s words and Ratio’s help I will SOB!

I seriously do not like the sound of this.. I know Aventurine hasn’t had the best kind of life by any means, but as poetic as this all sounds, I want the dice to keep rolling!

No doubt Aventurine assumed that he would be cut off from obtaining outside help at some point during this scheme, so leaving behind pieces of his stone to convey a message about whether or not his companions can proceed was clever.. but still upsets me because I really don’t wanna accept a “death” from him. I wonder how Topaz truly feels about this, like is it fine because his actions were towards the mission or is there any genuine concern? I know their phone call back during Belobog was a bit rough between them but at least Topaz spoke relatively highly of him when we saw her in the reality hotel.

So this is the achievement I read about last time with its connection to the “Sibyl, What Do You Want?” achievement.. and after witnessing everything that happened, it hurts even more.

Aaahh, my poor man. He deserved better and I truly hope he can return. This upsets me more than Firefly’s “death.” And speaking of which.. I got the whole ending to chat about next hm?

(originally written on 3/29)

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Ney, éperdu, grand de toute la hauteur de la mort acceptée, s'offrait à tous les coups dans cette tourmente. Il eut son cinquième cheval tué sous lui. En sueur, la flamme aux yeux, l'écume aux lèvres, l'uniforme déboutonné, une de ses épaulettes à demi coupée par le coup de sabre d'un horse-guard, sa plaque de grand-aigle bosselée par une balle, sanglant, fangeux, magnifique, une épée cassée à la main, il disait : « Venez voir comment meurt un maréchal de France sur un champ de bataille ! » Mais en vain ; il ne mourut pas.**

Victor Hugo

I've always had a soft spot for Marshal Ney. Napoleon had said: "He is as weak as he is brave and his excessive ambition gives him a hold. Ney is the bravest of men." And so he was.

It was at the battle of Waterloo, roughly at 4pm, Marshal Ney noticed quite the sight. Ahead of him, Wellington's centre appeared to be folding and looked like the beginning of an organised retreat. Aware that the British were not decisively defeated, he rallied a cavalry force of roughly 9,000 and prepared a charge to cut down the fleeing British.

Why cavalry alone? After all, this was a Marshal who served under an Emperor who heavily advocated for cavalry to be used alongside infantry and artillery, and never alone. Wanting to take advantage of an opportunity, Ney needed to act quickly. The reality of the situation was most of Napoleon's infantry was already committed in other areas of the battle, and so Ney hoped to break Wellington's centre with cavalry alone.

British infantry were made quickly aware of the masses of cavalry forming along the French lines and retired behind the crest of the hill where they formed into square formations. So as not to repeat the failures of the French gunners, British gunners were ordered to take shelter in the squares and take their positions again once the charge faded away.

The square formation was deadly, though not impenetrable. A concentrated cavalry attack had the potential to break through the 'walls' of the square, but as one would expect such a feat is difficult. The British squares were thus arranged in such a fashion that neighboring squares could support one another, creating 'corridors of death' by forcing French cavalry down and around the sides of the square so as to retain their momentum.

Captain Rees Gronow of the British Foot Guards commented on the charge that it was 'n overwhelming, long moving line, which, ever advancing, glittered like a stormy wave of the sea when it catches the sunlight … one might suppose that nothing could have resisted the shock of this terrible moving mass.'

Without support, Ney's initial charges were unsuccessful. His attacks were repeatedly repelled both by the steadfastness of the British squares and the successful counter charges by British and Dutch cavalry, and what remained of the Household Cavalry.

Napoleon, witnessing the disaster, commented that the charge happened an hour too early.

Among the generals who covered themselves in glory during the Revolution and the First Empire, there is none whose male and heroic figure inspires more sympathy than that of Marshal Ney. But he didn’t achieve the glory he wanted that day at Waterloo. For that he did pay the ultimate price.

For Marshal Ney's life was intimately linked to the political and military events of France, from the end of the Ancien Régime to the Restoration. It was he the king sent to stop Napoleon when he escaped Elba and landed back on French soil. Loyal though he was to France itself he was was unable to cope with the political upheavals of the Hundred Days. Faced with the difficult choice between two loyalties, to the King and to the Emperor, he chose Napoleon.

At Waterloo where Marshal Ney charged five times at the head of his cavalry, vainly seeking death on the battlefield. Instead he died by firing squad by the restored Bourbon monarchy at the age of 46, judged by his peers in a hasty manner, even though he was destined for a glorious death on the battlefield, in the heat of the action, as he had always wanted.

Ney, distraught, tall with all the height of accepted death, offered himself to all the blows in this turmoil. His fifth horse was killed beneath him. Sweating, flame in his eyes, foam on his lips, his uniform unbuttoned, one of his epaulettes half-cut by a horse-guard's sabre stroke, his grand-aigle plate dented by a bullet, bloody, muddy, magnificent, with a broken sword in his hand, he said: "Come and see how a Marshal of France dies on a battlefield! But in vain; he did not die.**

[ramonag-if]

This is in no way directed to you author, but in light of all the asks about Salya I feel like some of your readers should take a step back from the game for a minute.

The asks are becoming way too personal. It is completely fine to identify and empathise with the MC, but some of you are really becoming pushy, bitter or way too emotional when sending asks about Salyra and even Danzor, a character you know very little about. (Copy-pasting an example of this)

Dan sounds like he's an enabler.

Again, I want to reiterate that feeling a certain way towards Salyra is valid, and even, I think, quite flattering towards the author who created her character. However, some asks are bordering a fine line of projecting feeling that belong mostly to the reader. And while the author has been incredibly patient in their response, I still feel like some of you need to take a deep breath before hitting that send button.

To the author: feel free to completely disregard this ask, and to keep in mind that these are my subjective thoughts on the matter. Sending love for your project.

I think it is a fact of people portraying their own feelings onto the characters, especially since these are parents and let's face it, most people have some issue with their parent in some form or the other 😅

I'm not too fussed about the reactions and like you said, I think it's that players are getting caught up in their emotions and hit send because they want to vent their feelings somewhere 😊

And I'm really not upset that you're sending this in. It's very kind of you to want to make sure people aren't being to hasty with their asks, especially regarding characters like Danzor and Salyra. I can say that when it gets too much, I usually take a step back from asks before I tackle them again so it doesn't get too overwhelming.

Thank you again 💖🌼

[senjutsunade]

Tsunade and Minato Head-canons

Note: Brought to you by the inhabitants of Narnia. Shared with @minaa-munch's Minato, exclusively. Penned by TQ and CI.

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❈ Tsunade is Minato’s third cousin from the Yamanaka side. The first time they became acquainted was through an unruly forest sprint at Inoichi’s Genpuku ceremony [see thread]. Ever since then, she is forever known as ‘Tsunade ane’ (or forest onni, depending on when you ask) and he is known as the shrimp (and during moments when she is feeling a tinge of fondness - gremlin) who was Nawaki’s first ever supporter (read: minion) in his bid to become the Hokage.

❈ After Nawaki’s death, she had never expected to have any interaction with the Namikaze. Yet she found herself staring into those familiar and startling empathetic eyes not long after the incident, the young Namikaze seeking her out at the hospital, his silent offering of a box of dango and a hesitant smile somehow making her invite him into her office. It hurt - the reminder that his presence brought. But it was an odd sort of comfort too. 

❈That one interaction somehow turned into them somehow often crossing paths. Once Jiraiya took on a gennin team, it was like Minato somehow decided he had the license to bug the konoichi every chance he could find. His eventual friendship with Kushiha only added to his almost constant presence in her life, somehow. The day she returned home and saw the brat visiting her grandmother, she wasn’t even surprised. Just excessively annoyed. Somehow the gremlin seemed to be immune to her forehead flicks - an excessively annoying ability to have for a gremlin. Ranting about his presence was a recurring theme at the sannin get-togethers for the following weeks. 

❈ Everyone knows Jiraiya has a penchant for spying on females when they least expect it (read: when they are taking baths). As a loyal deshi, Minato would be roped into it too - and was especially useful in bailing his sensei out of trouble (cue the perfected wide blue eyes and quivering bottom lip no jutsu). However, Jiraiya could never spy on Tsunade while Minato was around - every time he tried, he would find his vision blocked by hasty digits followed by a spluttered “that’s my cousin, sensei!”

❈ That isn’t to say that Minato didn’t ship the two. He has tried to play matchmaker multiple times - his attempts only ending when Tsunade threatened to rip his eyebrows off that one time. 

❈ With how often Jiraiya was away from the village, the (annoyingly intrusive) Namikaze somehow had the ability to always find Tsunade (and Orochimaru who had the misfortune of accompanying her) when she was off duty. His questions about fuinjutsu were endless and the two sannin often ended up dealing with fulfilling their annoying teammate’s responsibilities. Minato’s questions were truly endless though and Tsuande often did not have the patience for them after the third one. Ironically it was Orochimaru who was willing to sit through those questions and answer them. Tsunade often mocked the snake sannin over that.   

❈ Minato was one of the few people who would actively visit Tsunade after Dan died - even though the village was still at war and he was often deployed to different units on a periodic note. Tsunade for her part was bitter and angry to the point that almost no one wanted to be in her vicinity (apart from Shizune). Jiraiya was already not in the village and with Tsunade off the active roster, Orochimaru ended up landing more missions and was not in the village long enough to look after her. Where Shizune stayed with Tsunade to take care of her, Minato would come around in the evenings to talk to her and ‘convince’ her to come back. Since both of them would need to coordinate at times, Shizune and Minato maintained a form of correspondence through his summons. 

Minato happened to be the last person Tsunade saw before she and Shizune left the village later one night, unable to face his sympathy or his belief that things could still somehow get better. 

❈ Tsunade is Rin’s first counsel when the Genin expresses her desire to become a medic nin, but is unwilling to drop out of her genin team to officially join the medical division. Tsunade and Rin talk for hours, and Rin eventually leaves the conversation with some of Tsunade’s scrolls and notes. 

❈ A lot of things happened at once after Tsunade’s departure from the village; Obito and Rin died but Konoha won the war. Orochimaru left soon afterwards and Minato was expected to take on the title of ‘Yondaime’. Through it all, Minato would often send little notes and messages through his correspondence with Shizune, only to get no replies from the Senju herself - just Shizune’s responses and assurances that they were alive and well, and would visit when they got the chance. 

❈ The day Tsuande got the news of Minato becoming the Yondaime, she laughed like a maniac. Then she wept bitterly. She wanted to be happy but there was too much pain within her that she couldn’t be rid of. Jiraiya’s presence was, for once, a blessing. It was one of the few nights the female Senju truly got drunk. The second time that happened was the night she got the news of Minato and Kushina’s death. That night she couldn’t even cry. She simply felt numb. Her dreams were haunted by whispers of ‘Tsunade ane’ for months to come. 

❈ The moment Tsunade saw Naruto, she knew exactly who he was. And the sight was like someone stabbing her. Her anger towards Naruto was indeed because of his idealistic view of the world and his proclamation of becoming the Hokage that kept grating on her nerves - it was because the words were haunting but also because Naruto did not understand how those were the exact words Kushina had often screamed at her nor how when Naruto would look at her in contemplation or concern, he was reminding her of another blond she wished she had been kinder to.