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Courtney Love in The People vs Larry Flynt (1996)
#i forgot how good she was in this#like she gagged everyone w the golden globe nom but can you imagine if she won#courtney love#the people vs larry flynt#my gifs
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Oh god, Jean Moreau is going to experience his first 4th of July in TGR
#do you think theyre going to have a big cookout and watch fireworks??#hes either going to hate everything and everyone or be neutral but like the fireworks#the real angst of TGR is just Jean vs America#aftg#tsc#all for the game#the sunshine court#the golden raven#tgr#jean moreau#tgr theories
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at this point i want yuki and isack as far away from red bull because that team is so clearly a career destroyer. things go good for a while (not right now apparently) before they’re just horrible for the second driver. no drivers but sebastian vettel and max verstappen have found success with them.
#f1#formula 1#chinese gp 2025#yuki tsunoda#isack hadjar#it’s so bad it’s not even funny#the golden boys vs everyone other driver#the second drivers so so clearly haunt the narrative
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draw your favorite characters from different media's hanging out together
can’t decide if this is a dream blunt rotation or nightmare blunt rotation. mediocre blunt rotation perhaps

love these guys
sorry this took like a thousand years
#wow this is gonna have SO many fucking tags#scott pilgrim#ramona flowers#scott pilgram takes off#scott pilgram vs the world#lurantis#pokemon#danganronpa#mondo owada#trigger happy havoc#dr thh#splatoon#callie cuttlefish#callie splatoon#uhhh fuckin#mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#daisuke#jjba#jjba part 5#golden wind#jojos bizarre adventure#pannacotta fugo#I??? THINK THATS EVERYONE?????#nightmare blunt rotation#scott has answered#scott’s art dump#i don’t even know how this would work. both crossover wise and how ramona would get those skates. whatever#see guys i DO like things other than danganronpa i PROMISE 😭😭🙏🙏#pokemon sun and moon
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actually feel next level crazy whenever i think about how the desires mithrun had that the demon prayed on (from what we are told at least) were like. relatively pretty simple things. to be safe to have friends to be loved. if im remembering my lore right re: the most favorable targets for a dungeon lord position, that demon ruined mithruns life and left him a shell of himself for a meal that probably was not even particularly filling
#like i know the point is the demon manipulates people so that their desires becoming increasingly more complex and plentiful but like#when thats the base youre working with vs ‘preserve the golden kingdom eternally and make everyone there immortal’#or ‘eliminate all lifespan differences.’ its like how much milage are you going to get out of that really…
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🎶I smell an endgame level event!🎶
TSBS: ENDGAME!
Seriously, we should all probably start worrying about Golden cause I watched this episode and from the sound of it, Golden is either gonna pull a Ruin and start nuking other dimensions or start hunting down people who bring threats to this dimension i.e. Sun,Moon,Lunar,Puppet,Monty,Eclipse...etc etc
I think this will all turn into some endgame level event where all the shows will team up to stop Golden and any other threats he may bring.
I want an endgame level event for TSBS SO BAD!
#sun and moon show#tsams#lunar and earth show#laes#monty gator and foxy show#mgafs#eclipse and puppet show#eaps#funtime freddy and freddy show#ffafs#glamrock freddy and circus baby show#gfacbs#funtime foxy and glamrock chica show#ffagcs#roxanne wolf and gregory show#rwags#the cassie and helpy show#tcahs#“up there that's the endgame” - Tony stark#tsbs:endgame#we should be VERY worried#Golden is going rouge!#he's the thanos of the tsbs#Is Golden gonna die?#who will protect this universe if he dies?!#Golden is gonna hunt our faves down!#Golden vs The Astrals?!#Golden vs the Creator?!#Golden vs Cetus?!#Golden vs EVERYONE?!
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citing comics is lowkey way harder than it needs to be (especially older golden age-ish ones)
#Like bruh they only started crediting people properly later on#Ur telling me bob kane made all these batman stories…credit everyone else!!!!#Then theres the whole cover date vs actual published date (tho i think its accepted that u put cover date)#This post is dedicated to all the creatives who worked on superhero comics but were not credited in their lifetimes#detective comics#dc#batman#action comics#golden age of comics
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lollollollollollol can't wait for my mom to call me, furious, telling me she's leaving the Episcopal church (again)
#like mom hellllllo lmao the family joined the episcopal church cause it's a more left leaning sorta catholicism. that's why everyone jokes#it's 'catholic lite'#she was so pissed when they started doing same sex commitment ceremonies and shit too wayyyyyyyy back when#now she's ok with it cause of course the church's open arms attitude toward the LGBTQ+ community meant many joined the congregation#and soon many of her friends were gay & lesbian ppl so she came around eventually but omg#I'm sure she's at home rn like 😐😐😐#and of course she won't go back to catholicism cause the pope hates cheetolini#I'm sorry this is amusing to no one else but the personal implications are wild here. your religion & god vs that orange turd#hmmmmmmmmmmmm much like a story in the bible about a golden calf. how interesting. too bad they're all too stupid and brainwashed to see it#erin explains it all
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Fell Xenologue Alfred.
#Alfred#I used the poem from the start of the firene part :)#SPOILERS FOR FELL XENOLOGUE BELLOW! THE TAGS ARE FULL OF THEM!#Alfred fe engage#alfred fe#fell xenologue#non fell alfred and alear vs fell alfred was a cool part to play#he was so sad and it was tragic#also the funny 'huh I guess I'm not hench in this universe either...' from alfred as fellfred was sobbing telling the Devine dragon he woul#destroy her so completely that no-one could misuse her corpse and turn her into a corrupted again and that her pain broke his heart#ah sweet alfred never change#cough *beacuse angst turns you into sad fellfred* cough#ah yes the beautiful muffin of no-thoughts-head-empty golden retriever turned KING OF THE STREWN FLOWERS!!#who would have thought alfred would become angst incarnate when he lost alear?#anyway#I enjoyed this bit#and alfred deserved to be a bit more zomby-ish on account of being a corpse revived after he fell in battle along side alear and everyone#so corpse-y alfred and lots of death imagery because its awesome#fe engage#fe17#f!alear#fire emblem#fire emblem engage#creativesplat draws
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we need to get you on Man Vs. Food. (The show)
Massive piles of food have nothing on the one who can eat massive piles of raw ingredients
Back when I was in scouts, our group participated in a mini-triathalon every year. I think it was a half mile swim, then 10 miles on bike, then 5 miles running. So waaaaaaay less intense than a normal triathlon, but still a pretty brutal experience. If I tried to do that today, I would have an extremely bad time.
Traditionally, the night before the triathlon we'd all go to a Golden Corral in the city and eat a few steaks before hand. For funsies. But we arrived late at night that year, and the Golden Corral was closed, so we tried to find a 24 hour buffet, and the only one we could fine was for Chinese food. It had a name like "Jiangs All You Can Eat Spicy Chinese Food."
We went. It was some of the most incredible Chinese food I've ever eaten. I'd only ever had Panda express Americanized Chinese food before, and this was, like, genuine Sichuan stuff in apocalyptic quantities.
So we ate, and we ate, and we ate, and we ate, right until our our entire faces went numb from the spicy, and then at the end, just to polish things off, me and another scout that we'll call Scrapper went and got a plate full of crab rangoons. I think we could fit 5 of them on the plate, by placing them kind of like the dots on a dice.
We were talking on the walk back, when Scrapper said you know, it would be kind of a bad idea to have a full on crab rangoon eating contest like, 4 hours before the race.
(At that point, it was midnight, and the race was at 4 am.)
And I said: Yeah.
Then we walked a little further. And he said: You wanna do it anyway?
My fatal flaw is that I have never met a bad idea I didn't like. Of course I went in. I wouldn't be me if I didn't. I'd say before the contest even started, he ate around 8 plates, and I ate around 6, but when it came to the Crab Rangoon battle, I downed 6 plates (approximatel 30), and he gave up after 5 (approximately 25). So he won on total plateage, but I won on pure rangoon volume. Total amount of rangoons eaten was like, 55 rangoons. Two more and I think I would've been a viable candidate for narcan.
We joked that we'd added a fourth event to the Triathalon: The Crab Rangoon-a-thon.
We later (approximately 4 hours and 15 minutes later) learned that we'd actually added two events to the triathalon. The Crab Rangoon-a-thon, and the who-can-poop-the-fastest chase. There were porta potties set up between every event change, so as soon as we finished, me and Scrapper would bolt to the potties, and if there were sounds of Great Suffering happening in one stall, we'd occupy the one next to it to that one and assume it held the other person. Then we could try and match pace. If we arrived and it was silent, we'd assume that we beat the other out prepare for single combat, knowing we only had a minute or two to set up camp before Terrible Noises would begin next to us.
There were more than two porta-potties between stations, but I think everyone else kind of avoided using them because we sounded so insane. We'd make noises of Godly Anguish, then, you know. Fart. Then we'd laugh. Then we'd scream like wounded animals again as the next convolusion hit us. I've never had poops like that before or since. They folded me in half like a frightened lobster. I'd feel a surge, and then I'd feel this terrible pressure againt my chest, and it would take me thirty seconds to realize it was my own knees. I pooped so hard I pulled my back. I feel lucky to be alive.
Scrapper did wind up beating me by like. 20 seconds though. He skipped the bathroom for the last run and just kind of pain-waddled those five miles, and I just couldn't catch up. It was 13 years ago and I am still devastated. He did soil himself though, right after the race. So. At least I made him pay dearly for the win.
Anyway, yeah, I bet could dominate in a show like that. Sign me up.
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hey so erm can i request a platonic hcs list with bllk chars (u can choose whoever just as long as kunigami's there) with reader who is like very expressive and not at all nonchalant? like they'll get excited over nothing and be all over the place? oh and they barely have a concept of personal space so they always end up having way more physical contact with everyone without realizing
i love the gumpy x/& sunshine trope, if you cant tell
“𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬”

a/n: i love this trope too, many people close to me describe me as sunshine 😭
ft. kunigami rensuke, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, ness alexis, bachira meguru
kunigami rensuke (post-wild card)
stoic wall vs human tornado of emotions and hugs.
at first, kunigami is DEAD SET on maintaining his personal bubble like it’s a sacred shrine. you? you burst in like a joyful wrecking ball.
“kunigami!! guess what!! i learned how to juggle yesterday!! wanna see??”
before he can answer, you’re already draping yourself over his shoulders and tossing some invisible balls around.
he freezes. literally. doesn’t move for a solid 30 seconds.
“please maintain boundaries,” he grumbles, but the corner of his mouth twitches because honestly, he kind of likes the attention. (don’t tell him that.)
you take this as a challenge to get even more physical, so you start randomly poking his side and grabbing his hand like it’s your lifeline.
kunigami lowkey loves it when you touch him without asking. it’s surprising, but it makes his gruff exterior soften in a way he can’t explain.
he tries to keep a poker face but sometimes he just sighs and mutters, “stop being so… bright.”
you grin like, “you love it, don’t lie.”
his grumpy “hmph” sounds suspiciously like a smile.
when you’re sad or overwhelmed, kunigami becomes your stoic rock who’ll finally wrap his arms around you without a word, because he gets it.
your chaotic energy cracked his ice fortress, and he’s oddly grateful for it.
itoshi rin
your mere existence makes his blood pressure spike.
you burst into the room like “RINNNN!!! guess what!!! i saw a dog wearing SHOES!!!”
and rin, who was having a peaceful moment of silence, just flinches like he’s being attacked.
“why are you yelling. why are you touching me.”
because you’re already hugging him from behind and bouncing slightly, and he has to grab your wrists to stop you from choking him out in your excitement.
you playfully slap his chest when he makes a sarcastic comment and he malfunctions for a second like she just… hit me? playfully? affectionately???
secretly loves it when you cling to him like a sloth. pretends he doesn’t. but he adjusts his walking pace when you're glued to his arm.
“you don’t know personal space, do you?”
“nope!” you grin, and he groans but lets you lean your head on his shoulder anyway.
the team thinks you’re his emotional support golden retriever.
itoshi sae
honestly, he lets you climb him like a tree. doesn’t even react. you wrap your arms around his neck out of nowhere and he just goes, “you again.”
you’re always doing the most over the smallest things, like squealing over cute socks or gasping at a new vending machine flavor.
“look sae!! honey lemon sparkling water!!!”
“... incredible,” he deadpans while you spin in a circle.
you dramatically throw yourself across his lap and he doesn’t even flinch.
people are like “doesn’t she annoy you?” and sae’s just like “nah. she makes life less boring.”
he finds it fascinating how you show every emotion you feel in 4K and doesn’t stop you when you poke his cheeks or pull on his sleeves.
might even smirk when you start ranting about how unfair it is that pigeons don’t pay rent.
isagi yoichi
isagi.exe has stopped working the first time you glomped him from behind. he squeaked. actually squeaked.
“you can’t just TOUCH people like that!!”
“but you looked cute standing there like a confused little worm!”
blushes like crazy when you hold his hand out of nowhere or touch his face to “squish his cutie lil cheeks.”
lowkey flustered every single day. never builds up a tolerance.
sometimes you interrupt his game analysis with “YOOO LOOK AT THIS MEME” and he tries to act annoyed, but ends up giggling.
probably starts craving your physical touch and sunshine energy, but will never admit it until you don’t cling to him one day and he’s like “wait. where’s my daily affection?”
he goes: “hey um. you okay? you didn’t, like, tackle me today.”
sir… you miss her hugs just say that.
nagi seishiro
“you’re so loud….” he whines while you lie on top of him like a weighted blanket.
doesn’t mind that you invade his space. you're soft and warm and pet his hair without asking.
nagi gets addicted to headpats: a saga.
you squeal every time he scores a goal and jump on him like “MY GENIUS BOYFRIEND!!!”
he grumbles but wraps his arms around you anyway and mumbles, “so annoying…” with the fondest smile.
you do little things like tracing random doodles on his arm with your finger and he becomes physically incapable of moving.
at this point he’s like a house cat. you’re noisy but you pet him and love him and he’s never letting you go.
mikage reo
lives for your reactions. will literally buy you glittery pens or rainbow socks just to see your jaw drop and arms flail.
“YOU DIDN’T!!”
“I DID.”
you constantly sit in his lap or lean your entire body weight on him and he acts like it’s the best gift life has ever given him.
“babe, i love how you have no sense of boundaries. it’s so hot.”
sometimes you cling to his arm like a koala in public and strangers give him weird looks but he’s like “yeah. she’s cute, right?”
enables your energy 100%. brings snacks just to watch you squeal. kisses your forehead when you rant about niche things for 15 minutes straight.
chigiri hyoma
visibly flinches the first few times you launch yourself into his space.
he was not prepared. he's a delicate catboy.
“do you… do you always do this?”
“do what?” you say, your head tucked under his chin like a baby bird.
he gets used to it though. too used to it. starts missing the chaos when you’re not around.
your high-pitched “HYO-CHANNNN!! 💖” gives him a heart attack every time.
but when he’s sulking, you nuzzle his neck and go “who made my pretty boy sad?” and he melts. completely.
eventually starts leaning into your touch like it’s home.
shidou ryusei
thinks you’re the funniest thing to ever exist.
“you’re like a cartoon character. are you even real?”
you throw your arms around him in public and he’ll full-on spin you like “YEAHHHH SUNSHINE GIRLIEEEE!”
the only one as touchy and chaotic as you.
sometimes you talk so fast and wave your hands around that he’ll just grab them and kiss them to shut you up.
“aw, you’re wagging your tail again~”
“i do not have a tail.”
“you do now.”
becomes very possessive over your attention though. the moment you’re touchy with someone else, he’s clinging to you like a barnacle.
kaiser michael
pretends he’s annoyed by your energy. absolutely is not.
“ugh, you again. what do you want, a medal?”
“NO!! I WANT A HUG :D”
and then you tackle him and he stumbles but grins like a fool while rolling his eyes.
“so needy. it’s cute.”
you’ll plop onto his lap and start babbling about your day and he’ll act like he’s not listening but then go, “wait, what happened with the weird cashier guy?”
you hang off his arm at events and he jokes like, “she’s my emotional support gremlin. don’t touch her.”
loves that you’re so expressive. too expressive. kisses your forehead when you pout, pokes your cheek when you smile, fully addicted to your animated face.
ness alexis
sweet boy is SO overwhelmed.
you walk in like “NESSIE 🥰🩷🩷🩷” and cling to his arm with zero warning and he just blinks rapidly like a confused doll.
“w-we’re in public! d-do you always hug people like this?!”
the answer is yes. and you’re already wrapping a scarf around him and patting his cheeks like he’s your beloved poodle.
turns into a flustered mess every time. blushes all the way to his ears.
“you’re very… affectionate…” he says shyly.
“do you not like it?”
“n-no! i mean yes!! i mean– i don’t mind!!! i like you very much!!!”
poor boy stutters through every interaction while you’re over here playing with his fingers and calling him “little pocket prince.”
is 100% your biggest defender though. if anyone makes a comment like “wow she’s a lot,” ness snaps with a scary smile like “she’s PERFECT actually 🥰🔪”
he's not just whipped. he's frothed. he's foamed. he’s gushing like a soda can under pressure.
bachira meguru
your energy + bachira’s energy = the apocalypse.
you screech when you see a cat and jump on his back and he screeches too like “WOOOAAA CAAAAAT!!!”
you guys hold hands, link arms, lean on each other, and pile your legs on top of each other like it’s NORMAL.
physical contact? emotional support? bouncing like gremlins? that's just an every day thing.
the first time you randomly plopped into his lap while talking about how cute snails are, he just went “cozy~” and kept playing with your hair while humming.
he loves how you express every emotion like it’s a broadway performance.
“meguruuu look!! i drew us as frogs!!”
“AWESOME!! i’ll hang it on my wall next to my cursed pikachu drawing!!”
everyone else is like “how do you two never run out of energy” and you both look at each other and say “FRIENDSHIP JUICE!” before high-fiving with your feet.
genuinely thinks you’re the most fun person ever and smiles like a little gremlin every time you invade his space.
also? you two cuddling = tangle of limbs + aggressive giggling + a cat probably sitting on one of your heads.
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#bllk#bllk x reader#blue lock headcanons#isagi yoichi x reader#yoichi isagi x reader#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi sae x reader#sae itoshi x reader#kunigami rensuke x reader#rensuke kunigami x reader#nagi seishiro x reader#seishiro nagi x reader#reo mikage x reader#mikage reo x reader#chigiri hyoma x reader#hyoma chigiri x reader#kaiser michael x reader#michael kaiser x reader#ness alexis x reader#alexis ness x reader#shidou ryusei x reader#ryusei shidou x reader#bachira meguru x reader#meguru bachira x reader#sunshine attacks
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ONE SHOT : YOU OVER ANYONE
Dallas Wings paige x Golden State Valkyries azzi
trigger : language, a lil angst and protective P
I loved writing this one!
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It was already the kind of game people would talk about for weeks.
Dallas Wings vs Golden State Valkyries
Bueckers vs Fudd.
The headlines wrote themselves.
Paige wasn’t some rookie sensation anymore. She’d done the rising star thing, the viral highlights, the postgame interviews with practiced smirks. This was her league now. Her team. Her house.
And the Valkyries had the audacity to bring Azzi into it.
It was a battle from tip-off. Neither of them let up. Paige running the show—orchestrating plays, sharp passes, occasional kill shots from three. Azzi… well. She was Azzi. Moving like poetry, jumper pure, soft flick of the wrist, making defenders bite on fakes like she’d choreographed it herself.
They didn’t talk. Didn’t have to. The game was the conversation.
But somewhere in the middle of the third, it stopped being fun.
Because Azzi caught fire. Everything falling. Thirty points deep by the time they hit overtime. And the home crowd? They were starting to shift. Cheering for good basketball, even if it was by the other team’s hand.
And Arike? Paige saw it boiling under the surface—that look. Competitive, sharp, but frustrated. Her shots weren’t landing. The attention wasn’t on her. It was on Azzi.
Paige clocked it early but didn’t have time to manage it. Overtime was already here. Legs aching, the crowd standing, the noise of playoff-level tension building in her throat.
Then it happened.
Azzi caught a swing pass on the wing. Routine, normal. One dribble to gather, ready to pull another midrange fade she’d been hitting all game—
CRASH.
Arike. Full speed, shoulder first. Bodying through like she was tackling someone instead of contesting a shot. The contact sent Azzi sideways, her foot catching wrong, ankle bending, skin hitting hardwood with a sharp slap.
Whistle. Foul.
Azzi curled slightly around her ankle, breathing sharp through her nose, trying not to show it but—Paige knew.
The noise of the crowd blurred into a low hum for Paige. Everything else—the ref’s whistle, the footsteps, the announcer in her ear all gone.
Her legs moved before her brain did. She was across the court in three strides, ignoring her bench, ignoring her coach, ignoring everything but the girl curled around her ankle like she was trying not to show how bad it was.
“You good?” Paige’s voice was soft, but it cut like glass.
Azzi nodded, jaw clenched. “Yeah.. I’m good.”
She wasn’t. Paige could see it in the way her hand trembled slightly on her knee. Could see it in the way she wasn’t looking at anyone but her.
And then came Arike’s voice.
“Yo, my bad—I wasn’t trying to do that,” Arike said, breathless, arms out, frustrated but not apologetic enough.
Paige didn’t even look at her. Not yet.
“It’s overtime” Arike said quickly, like that explained everything. “I’m just trying to make us win, alright? You know how this goes.”
Paige finally stood up, slow. Real slow. Shoulders square. Face blank.
“Arike.”
That’s all she said.
But everyone felt it.
Paige didn’t care that Arike had years on her. Didn’t matter that she was a vet, a star, a face of the franchise before Paige ever touched a W jersey. Right now? None of that mattered.
Not when it came to Azzi. Paige didn’t care if she burned every bridge in that arena. Respect was earned—but loyalty was chosen.
And Azzi?
Azzi was always the choice.
Paige met her teammate’s eyes—ice cold, controlled rage simmering just under the surface.
“You don’t put her on the floor.”
Arike tried to continue to defend herself . “Paige—
“You don’t touch her.” Paige cut in, sharper now. “Not like that. Not on accident. Not in the heat of the moment. Not ever.”
Silence.
The ref was waiting to hand Azzi the ball for free throws. The crowd could sense something happening that wasn’t part of the game plan.
Azzi shifted, tugging at Paige’s jersey from the floor, voice soft. “P…”
But Paige wasn’t listening to anyone but her own pulse hammering behind her ribs.
She didn’t care about team meetings. Didn’t care about what the coaching staff would say later. Didn’t care that she was in front of thousands, on live TV, standing against her own squad.
She’d choose Azzi every single time.
And that was the part nobody understood yet.
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The horn blared, Dallas winning by six in overtime, the whole arena on its feet. Teammates threw their hands up, coaches shouted, fans screamed—
And Paige didn’t move.
Didn’t join the team huddle. Didn’t even look toward the bench.
She was already locked in on the other sideline.
Azzi was sitting stiff at the end of the Valkyries bench, trainers crouched in front of her, unlacing her shoe, checking her ankle, tension written across her whole face.
Paige was already walking. Straight across the court. Straight past the handshake line. Like gravity had shifted and Azzi was the only center left in the world.
“She’s going” Dijonai muttered behind her, not surprised, just resigned, adjusting her jersey as she jogged toward the handshake line. “Let her.”
Arike didn’t say a word—jaw tight, frustration simmering with something that looked like guilt—but she didn’t stop her, either.
None of them did.
They knew.
Azzi looked up just as Paige crouched in front of her, blocking the noise, the cameras, the world.
“I’m fine,” Azzi said immediately, too fast, too automatic, like she didn’t believe it herself.
“Don’t lie to me” Paige said, voice steady, low, just for her.
The cameras zoomed in, catching the moment like sharks circling, but none of them mattered—not here, not now.
One of the Valkyries rookies shifted awkwardly, glancing at the trainers. Someone from Dallas glanced toward Paige like we should probably keep it moving, but Lyss was already sliding over, planting herself right in the camera’s path like a bodyguard. Subtle. On purpose.
They didn’t owe anyone explanations.
“You’re wild for this,” Dijonai whispered as she passed by, but it wasn’t angry—it was almost fond. They knew. Paige might’ve been cold-blooded on the court, but with her? Soft every time.
Paige touched Azzi’s knee gently, grounding her. “I’ve got you. You hear me?”
Azzi nodded, blinking fast, fighting the sting behind her eyes.
Another call came from the Dallas sideline: “P! Let’s go!”
Paige stood, slow, gave Azzi’s leg one last squeeze.
“I’ll see you after okay?” Paige reassured Azzi who gave a slow nod.
Paige slowly walked back to her team, Dijonai smirked as they fell into step. “Messy.”
Paige didn’t even flinch. “Necessary.”
No one argued.
Paige didn’t wait for the media. Didn’t wait for the locker room debrief. Didn’t wait for coaches. As soon as she was out of uniform, she was gone—cutting through the back tunnels of the arena like she owned the place.
By the time she found the Valkyries hallway, her heart was pounding harder than it had during overtime.
Azzi was sitting on a folding chair just outside their locker room, leg up, ankle wrapped, scrolling through her phone like she was fine.
She wasn’t fine.
She looked up the second she heard footsteps, like she knew it was Paige before she even saw her.
Paige stopped in front of her, jaw tight. “You should be in there. With ice. With trainers. With—”
“Relax,” Azzi said, rolling her eyes but not meaning it. “I’m fine.”
“You keep saying that, and you keep lying.”
Azzi sighed, phone dropping into her lap. “P…”
“No.” Paige ran a hand through her hair, frustrated—not angry at Azzi, just… everything. “Do you know what that looked like from my angle? Do you know how bad that could’ve been?”
“It wasn’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
Azzi didn’t say anything. Paige took a breath, sharp and shaky, like she was actively trying to keep it together.
“For a second I thought you were gonna stay down,” Paige admitted quietly, eyes flicking to the floor. “Like really stay down.”
That hit harder than Azzi wanted it to. The annoyance cracked into something softer, guiltier.
“I didn’t expect you to do that,” Azzi said finally, voice lower now, honest. “In front of everyone.”
Paige didn’t move. Just stared at her like of course I did.
“I didn’t care.” Paige said simply, steady.
“I know you didn’t,” Azzi whispered. She looked down at her wrapped ankle, then back up, her gaze soft now, but serious. “And I’m not gonna sit here and act like that didn’t—mean something to me. ’Cause it did.”
Paige blinked, caught off guard by the softness in Azzi’s voice.
“But,” Azzi added, eyes narrowing just a little, “I need you to promise me you won’t pull reckless stunts like that again. Not like that. Not storming across the whole court with cameras in your face, throwing your whole career at risk.”
Silence.
“I get it.” Azzi continued, softer now. “I really do. And it’s not that I don’t want you fighting for me.”
“I just—I don’t want you getting caught in the wreckage when I’m the one who took the hit.”
Paige’s throat worked around the lump building there. She didn’t trust herself to say anything yet.
“I’m not saying don’t care,” Azzi added, voice gentle now, like she knew Paige too well, like she could feel how tense she was. “You care. That’s why I…” She trailed off for a second, then smiled faintly. “That’s why I love you, dummy.”
The word hit Paige’s chest like a clean shot to the ribs.
“But I don’t need you losing your head and blowing up your whole image for me, alright?” Azzi finished, steady but still soft. “Be mad. Be protective. Just be smart about it.”
Paige let out a slow, heavy breath, nodding once, eyes finally meeting hers again. “You’re asking a lot.”
“I know,” Azzi said, lips twitching into that tiny, infuriating smile. “That’s the risk you took falling for me.”
Paige let out a sharp exhale—half-laugh, half-sigh—running a frustrated hand through her hair again. “God, you’re annoying.”
“Unfortunately for you,” Azzi teased, hand curling gently around Paige’s hoodie sleeve, “you’re stuck with me.”
Paige looked at her for a beat, tension finally unraveling into something tender beneath it all. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I’m stuck.”
Azzi tugged on the sleeve, coaxing her forward, until Paige leaned in closer, their foreheads resting together like they’d done this a thousand times before. Familiar. Necessary.
“I mean it,” Azzi whispered. “Next time, pause. Just for a second. Think.”
Paige nodded slowly. “I’ll try.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
Silence settled between them again, but it wasn’t heavy anymore. It was steady. Safe.
“I really scared you, huh?” Azzi finally whispered, thumb brushing absent over Paige’s wrist.
Paige closed her eyes. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Azzi smiled, soft and real. “Deal. If you promise not to get ejected for fighting next time.”
Paige cracked a smile too. “No promises.”
Azzi laughed, and for the first time since that hit, Paige actually let herself breathe.
They were gonna be alright.
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The cool night air was thick with leftover adrenaline as Paige helped Azzi through the tunnel exit, her hand steady on Azzi’s lower back like muscle memory.
Neither of them were talking much—Paige still too wired from the game, from the hit, from everything. Azzi letting her be.
But as soon as they turned the corner, there she was Arike—leaning against the concrete wall, hoodie up, arms crossed, waiting like she’d been there for a minute.
Paige stopped on instinct, her body going tense, but Azzi didn’t miss the way Arike looked… different. Not defensive. Not proud. Just… regretful.
Arike glanced at Azzi first. “Yo.”
Azzi blinked, surprised. “Hey.”
Arike pushed off the wall slowly, lifting both hands in front of her like I’m not here for drama. “I was waiting. Just… wanted to say something.”
Paige’s arm tensed around Azzi’s waist, but she didn’t say a word yet. She just watched.
Arike sighed through her nose. “I was outta pocket. Overtime, emotions running high, stupid play. I shouldn’t have come at you like that, especially knowing who you are to P.” Her eyes flicked to Paige for a second, then back to Azzi. “That’s on me.”
Azzi nodded, letting the words sit for a beat. “I appreciate that. Seriously.”
Arike shook her head, frustrated at herself. “You didn’t deserve that. I let the game get ahead of me.”
Finally, Paige spoke, softer than before. “You didn’t have to wait out here.”
Arike glanced at her again, something like guilt flickering behind her eyes. “Nah. I did. ’Cause I needed you to know—I wasn’t trying to hurt her. I got caught up. And I’m sorry you had to see that.”
Paige exhaled, tension in her jaw easing slightly. “You’re better than that.”
“I know” Arike admitted. “Won’t happen again.”
It wasn’t defensive. It wasn’t for show. It was real.
Paige nodded once. “Alright.”
Another pause.
“I didn’t mean to mess things up,” Arike added, quieter now. “We’re all on the same side. Just didn’t play like it tonight.”
That was the thing about Arike—confident, loud, relentless on the court—but she could own her mistakes too. And right now, Paige could see it plain as day: she felt bad. Not just for Azzi—but for putting Paige in that spot.
Paige ran a hand down her face, the fight draining out of her chest. “You know I got her.”
Arike smiled faintly. “Would’ve been worried if you didn’t.”
That finally cracked a small smile from Paige too. Brief, but it was there.
Azzi leaned into Paige slightly, feeling the tension break around them like something brittle finally giving way.
“We’re good?” Arike asked, looking mostly at Paige now.
Paige nodded, steady this time. “We’re good.”
Arike nodded back. “Safe travels, Azzi. I’ll catch you around.”
With that, Arike headed back toward the Wings locker room, shoulders loose, guilt left behind, respect intact.
As soon as she disappeared, Azzi glanced up at Paige, teasing. “Look at you, Miss standing on business.”
Paige rolled her eyes, smiling now for real. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”
Azzi bumped her hip gently into Paige’s. “I like it.”
Paige wrapped her arm around her waist again, guiding her toward the car. “Only for you.”
Azzi grinned. “Lucky me.”
#azzi fudd#paige bueckers#paige x azzi#pazzi#wbb#paige azzi fan fic#uconn huskies#uconn wbb#fluff#wnba#angst#pazzi fics
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Miquella vs Ranni: Loyalty and Love
SPOILERS FOR SHADOW OF THE ERDTREE UNDER THE CUT, BUT COME FOR MY THOUGHTS!
There are so many essays I could write, comparing Ranni and Miquella, but I'm going to contain myself and focus on the most important aspect of comparisons: how they treat the concepts of love and loyalty and the people who give that to them. Especially in light of Miquella's instant kill "Heart Steal" attack.
The thing about Miquella is, even though he's kind, even though he's compassionate, he DOES NOT VALUE love and loyalty. And why should he? It's always been given freely to him. He can just force someone to love him anyway, stealing their heart. So, the people who love him are disposable, treated like pawns. Malenia? Literally left to rot in the home they built together. Mohg? Turned into a glorified guard dog. Even Radahn, turned into his perfect consort.
And Miquella probably does love them, but his perception of love is completely skewed by the nature of the fact that EVERYONE loves him. It's something he just gets. Something he uses.
Compassion and love are Miquella's weapons. They're what he uses to protect himself. It's cheap, something he can get easily.
Now, compare that to Ranni.
For Ranni, love and loyalty are dangerous. She's seen how ruinous and terrible they can be. She's seen her mother's mind wither away, a consequence of Radagon breaking her heart. She's seen Radagon break Rennala's heart for his love of the Golden Order.
The only people who loved her unconditionally are Blaidd and Iji, and even Iji's more around out of loyalty to the House of Caria than love for Ranni.
That is to say, Ranni respects and understands the power of love more than Miquella ever could.
Think of how she tells you to leave her to her lonely path. Her engagement ring, engraved with a warning to stay away, that her destiny is cold and lonely. Ranni pushes people away for their own safety, and that makes her love all the more valuable.
Love, for Ranni, is something at once dangerous and precious. The despondent way she tells you, once you've defeated the Baleful Shadow, to tell Blaidd and Iji that she loves them. Ranni knows what their love has cost them. Knows what it has bought her. She respects love and is naturally wary of it.
And that's what makes it so valuable.
Miquella doesn't appreciate love, because he's always had it.
Ranni treasures it because she's always struggled with it.
God, I love this game.
#Elden Ring#Shadow of the Erdtree#Soulsborne#Shadow Soulsborne Ring#Ranni#Lunar Princess Ranni#Miquella#Miquella the Unalloyed#Radahn#Mohg#Malenia#Starscourge Radahn#Malenia Blade of Miquella
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Tall Claims TV
Full list of faux-news headings from the Mumbo vs Hermitcraft case!
Record Sales Down After Players Discover /playsound Trick
Rich&Rich Gets Record Bonuses Despite Losing Customer Funds
Permit Office Closed from December to June for Christmas
Snow Begins to Fall as Xisuma Forgets to Run ‘No Rain’ Command
AI Chat Bot Found to be Lonely Man With a Redstone Keyboard
Mined Worker in Hospital After Proving ‘Water is Safe to Drink’
Diamond Inflation at All Time High as Doc Builds Another T-Bore
Bop and Go Jingle Still Topping Charts, World Tour Announced
Neck Roll Parrot Dance Goes Viral on Brick-Tok
Gem-M is Ditching Voice Chat and Would Rather Message Instead
Shopping District Portal Deemed ‘Ugly Beautiful’ by Poll
Etho Upgrades Tissue Box to a Washed Takeaway Container
Globe Earthers ‘Still Believe’ Despite Farlands Expedition
Moon Size Report: Still the Same (Thank Goodness)
Netherite Out of Style as Youth Opt for Less Flashy Brands
Independent Study Finds Thumb Shifting to be Optimal
Increase Arm Muscle 33.3% With One Simple Click! Story at 10
Big News: TV Caption Writers Would Like More Pay, Says Everyone
Older Minecrafters Say New Generations Have it Easy
Villagerian is the Most Hostile Language, According to Poll
Surplus Mega Corp. Says ‘Air Quality is Better Than Ever’
New Zombie Flesh Diet Guarantees Fast Results
Hacker Infiltrates Ender Chest Network—Items Lost
Engineers Add 5th tick to Repeater, Public Still Uninterested
‘Is That Sheep Looking At You?’ New Show by MineFlex
How Many is Too Many? Asks TV Caption Writers
Leaving Floating Trees Named Biggest ‘Ick’ by Gen-M
Blockympic Gold Medalist Banned After Failed Speed Potion Test
Pig Kills Owner After 20th ride Without Getting Carrot
New Smart Watch Puts F3 on Your Wrist
Wart Epidemic Caused by Irresponsible Marketing Campaign
New Study Finds 91% of Players Don’t Understand Comparators
Kelp Powered Furnaces Recommended to Fight Climate Change
Research Finds We do Not Live in a Simulation
Skyscraper Firm Lobbies Government for Increased Build Height
Copper Voted Best Block in Minecraft, Despite Limited Uses
Theoretical Physicists Model Curved Blocks Called ‘Balls’
Magic Mountain Lawn Flamingo Company Goes into Liquidation
Hungry Hermit Addiction Reaches Epidemic Levels
Gen-M Should ‘Stop Eating Golden Carrots’ To Save For Starter Base
#I’M SO OBSESSED WITH THESE. i hope whoever wrote them finds a triple vein of diamonds when they next go mining#the entire video is fantastic the case is hilarious and the editing is top-notch—i really wanted to save the headings in particular#hermitcraft#hermitcraft spoilers#mumbo jumbo#hermitblr#kaya posts
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ON GHOSTS AND DEMONS: Wei Wuxian's "demonic" cultivation?
There are a few big misconceptions I have repeatedly seen in English-speaking fandom about things that are fundamental to the story of MDZS. One of them is this—
Wei Wuxian is not a demonic cultivator.
To prove this, let's take a deep dive into the original Chinese text of MDZS.
(Adapted from my original gdoc posted on Twitter on May 27, 2022. All translations my own unless otherwise stated.)
Demon vs. ghost
Let's start from the very basics. In addition to orthodox cultivation using spiritual energy and a golden core, there are two other forms of cultivation that are mentioned in the novel:
魔道 (mó dào), or “demon cultivation/path.”
鬼道 (guǐ dào), or “ghost cultivation/path.”
To be clear, 魔 mo "demons" and 鬼 gui "ghosts" (and thus their respective cultivation/paths) are not interchangeable because of the in-universe worldbuilding within MDZS. Using the characters in the term 妖魔鬼怪 "monsters," MXTX created four distinct categories of beings, each of which has a strict definition in the novel. From chapter 4 (jjwxc ch 13):
妖者非人之活物所化; 魔者生人所化; 鬼者死者所化; 怪者非人之死物所化。 Yāo (妖) are transformed from non-human living beings; mó (魔) are transformed from living people; guǐ (鬼) are transformed from the deceased; guài (怪) are transformed from non-human dead beings.

And of course, WWX hoards all the ghost-type pokemon monsters at the Phoenix Mountain tournament, and he only exerts control over corpses, spirits, and the like (aka people who have already died). (As opposed to Xue Yang, who appears to have been actively trying to make 魔 "demons" out of living people with those "living corpses" of his, perhaps.) (And, ironically, in order to avoid showing necromancy / zombies on screen, CQL technically does show WWX practicing demon cultivation because everyone is "supposedly alive" even when they're corpses? Which is, funnily enough, far worse morally in the MDZS universe, lol.)
So, intuitively at least, we know that WWX must be practicing ghost cultivation—now let's look at some concrete examples from the book.
Running the numbers
1) 魔道 (mó dào) means “demon cultivation.” As such, it must use living humans.
魔道 appears one (1) time in the novel.
Yes, once. The only time it appears is in the term 魔道祖师 modao zushi, or the namesake of the novel, in chapter 2. This is a title the general public has given him through rumors:
魏无羡好歹也被人叫了这么多年无上邪尊啦、魔道祖师啦之类的称号,这种一看就知道不是什么好东西的阵法,他自然了如指掌。 Wei Wuxian wasn’t called titles like “The Evil Overlord,” “The Founder of Demon Cultivation,” and so on over the years by others for nothing—he knew these sorts of obviously shady formations like the back of his hand.
2) 鬼道 (guǐ dào) means “ghost cultivation.” As such, it must use dead humans.
鬼道 appears 12 times in the novel.
Here is the first instance that 鬼道 appears, which I believe is the first time Wei Wuxian's method of cultivation is properly introduced. From chapter 3 (jjwxc ch 8):
蓝忘机 […] 对魏无羡修鬼道一事极不认可。 Lan Wangji […] had never approved of the fact that Wei Wuxian practiced ghost cultivation.

Here's another quote from chapter 15 (jjwxc ch 71) for funsies:
蓝忘机看着他,似乎一眼就看出他只是随口敷衍,吸了一口气,道:“魏婴。” Lan Wangji looked at him as if he saw through his half-hearted bluff. He took in a breath, then said, “Wei Ying.” 他执拗地道:“鬼道损身,损心性。” He stubbornly continued, “Ghost cultivation harms one’s body, and harms one’s nature.”
3) 邪魔歪道 (xiemowaidao) means heretical path/immoral methods/evil practices/underhanded means/etc—e.g., lying, cheating, stealing, bribery, and so on.
It appears ~24 times in the novel.
I mention this last term because it is often used to refer to Wei Wuxian's cultivation, but as a pejorative. Every instance of 邪魔歪道 is said by or to quote someone looking down upon Wei Wuxian’s cultivation (Jin Zixun, Jin Ling, etc.) and referring to it derogatorily, whereas every instance of 鬼道 guidao/ghost dao is said by someone discussing it neutrally and/or factually (Lan Jingyi, Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian himself, random cultivators at discussion conferences, the narration, etc.). Here is a pertinent example with Jin Ling (derogatory) and Lan Jingyi (neutral) in chapter 9 (jjwxc ch 43):
金凌怒道:“是在谈论薛洋,我说的不对吗?薛洋干了什么?他是个禽兽不如的人渣,魏婴比他更让人恶心!什么叫‘不能一概而论’?这种邪魔歪道留在世上就是祸害,就是该统统都杀光,死光,灭绝!” “We are discussing Xue Yang,” Jin Ling said angrily. “Am I wrong? What did Xue Yang do? He’s scum that’s lower than a beast, and Wei Ying is even more disgusting than him! What do you mean ‘don’t make sweeping generalizations?’ As long as those practicing this kind of demoniac, heretical path are alive, they’ll continue to bring disaster. We should slaughter all of them, kill all of them, annihilate them once and for all!” 温宁动了动,魏无羡摆手示意他静止。只听蓝景仪也加入了,嚷道:“你发这么大火干什么?思追又没说魏无羡不该杀,他只是说修鬼道的也不一定全都是薛洋这种人,你有必要乱摔东西吗?那个我还没吃呢……” Wen Ning shuffled around. Wei Wuxian gestured at him to stay still, only to hear Lan Jingyi also cut in loudly, “Why are you getting so riled up? It’s not like Sizhui said Wei Wuxian shouldn’t have been killed. All he said was that people who practice ghost cultivation aren’t necessarily all like Xue Yang. Do you have to go around breaking things? I didn’t even get to eat any of that yet…”
Tl;dr—Wei Wuxian does not 修魔道 practice demon cultivation. When Wei Wuxian’s craft is discussed in a neutral and factual manner, it is referred to as 鬼道 ghost dao.
In fact, Wei Wuxian’s imitators are also referred to explicitly as 鬼道修士 ghost cultivators.
魏无羡早就听说过,这些年来江澄到处抓疑似夺舍重生的鬼道修士,把这些人通通押回莲花坞严刑拷打。 Wei Wuxian had heard a while back that over the past few years, Jiang Cheng had gone around snatching any ghost cultivator suspected of being possessed or reborn, detaining them in Lotus Pier to interrogate them using torture.
So why the confusion?
Of course, there is the matter of the novel's title, which I will get into in a second. But the real issue is a matter of translation.
The idea that WWX uses "demonic cultivation" is a misconception in English-speaking fandom due to issues with the translation of terminology. Of note, EXR actually did translate 鬼道 guidao as "ghostly path" most of the time, though there were at least 3 instances of "demonic" and 1 instance of "dark," especially regarding the first few.
However, this misconception was perpetuated (and arguably worsened) by 7S's official translation, which not only mistranslated additional terms as "demonic cultivation/path" (at least in book 1), but also consistently mistranslated every instance of 鬼道 as "demonic cultivation/path."
So why is this book called 魔道祖师, commonly translated as "Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation?"
One possibility is one posed in Chinese-language meta online, which often cites that WWX himself is a sort of 魔 demon. While this may be true—after all, he can hear the voices of the dead—it doesn't quite explain the fact that the title sets him up to be the 祖师 or "founder."
My take is that this novel is very much concerned with hearsay vs. truth. This is one of the many monikers WWX is given by the public, who collectively view him as evil. (Also of note is that the non-cultivator public is not aware of all the nuances that cultivators learn re: distinctions between the 妖魔鬼怪 monsters.) In the quote from earlier, note that the first title we're given is actually 无上邪尊 “The Evil Overlord,” then 魔道祖师 "The Founder of Demon Cultivation." Like, what can that be other than MXTX telling us, "please take both of these with a HUGE grain of salt, lol."
(And not only the title, but the very first line—"魏无羡死了。" / "Wei Wuxian is dead."—is a lie.)
I think the title is genius, honestly. It intentionally makes readers come into the novel with preconceived notions that Wei Wuxian practices 魔道 demon cultivation and evil techniques—just like the public in the novel. What better way to tell a story warning about the dangers of how easy it is to fall for misinformation and jump to incorrect conclusions?
(Though, in our case, perhaps it worked a little too well.)
#魔道祖师#mdzs#mdzs meta#mdzs translation#wei wuxian#wwx#demonic cultivation#ghost cultivation#mine#doufudanshi translation#crossposted from twitter#(sort of)
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K pop Demon hunter
Huntrix vs Saja boys
And Honmoon!NB oc
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Of several parts(probably following the plot Abit)P.S. Rujinu is my life now YoY
Both hot, both I wantz and Honey probably will 😩
.................💗..................
It has been about a year
And it was so much fun, exploring the world as is at the moment. This era was so bright and loud and new.
Being around for centuries, and everything still was always new to them.
How old were they?
Did not matter, Honeys mission, their purpose was always. Keeping the demons at bay , there would always seem to be times where the demons tend to slip out but that was what hunters did, take out the trash.
So brave and talented things.
It's been several cycles or human lifetimes. With each generation of hunters, Honey would roam along with them, listening to their songs and interacting with humans.
Humans were so silly
So bright and happy, making posters in support of huntrix, crying their hearts out and screaming as loud as they can just to be heard.
Honeys time with huntrix was....tense
At the start at least. They would always tense up and bow to them whenever they tried talking to them.
**********
"oh! Is that your notebook of songs? It looks amazing" Honey pops up. Zoey squeak in surprise and sat up straight "uh yea!" She held out the notebook.
Honey looked into them "wow so many beautiful poems too" they admired and read "I most just write stuff and beg for them to sound right" Zoey said stiffly as she sweats.
"they are beautiful" Honey said warmly and traced the pages. They opened their mouth to say something
But
"thank you for giving me a compliment, I am forever grateful" Zoey bowed and states robotically.
"oh, right your-"
And she's gone.
***********
Another day
Honey explored the place the whole building, muffled music caught their attention, they phase through the wall and they see Mira dancing.
"hi!" Honey pops out
"HOLY SHI-" Mira screeched almost losing balance.
"iiins....my shins" Mira points to herself nervously.
"you are the choreographer? Oh how splendid" Honey clapped his hands.
Mira smiled gently "ah....thanks" she balanced herself up. "You know me and the Core voice are meant to dance in perfect synch to transform myself into pure light you know" Honey said and spun around gracefully.
"the golden moon dance" Mira mutters.
"yes, I have not done one official but I bet it's amazing" Honey hummed. They danced around "show me your moves!" They exclaims happily
Mira hummed as she shrugged and took Honeys hand. Honey grinned and spun into her arms, Mira blinked as she turned Honey around, left, right, glide.
Rhythm in synch
Honey dips Mira down and smiled. Mira blinked and blushed slightly "unexpected, here I thought I'd dip you" she comments.
Honey grinned "I'm an unexpected being" they state proudly and lift her back up.
"i-" Mira thought back to what Celine said.
'you mustn't show any sort of casualness to the Hon moon, it isn't respectful or your place'
Mira tensed up slightly "uh I really shouldn't, uh....touch you like that your hon moon...ness" she bowed.
"but"
Gone again
*************
Honey pouts as they sat on the couch and frowned.
"why won't they talk to meeeee" they lay back and kicked their legs. Honey paused when they saw Rumi walk in, Rumi froze and looked at Honey.
She was gonna leave "ah ah ah!" Honey appears in front of Rumi.
"hi" Rumi waved nervously
"hi, quick question, why is everyone ignoring meeee?" Honey yelled out and whined. They held Rumis shoulders and shook her. She saw the threads all around them glow when Honey whined. The whines sounding like pure music
"w...ww.w..ee...e a..aa..aren't!" Rumi exclaims loudly. Honey huffs as they stop shaking the girl
"I try talking to you guys but you guys are ignoring me, am I that scary? I mean I don't think ing scary. How does a divine being make humans not scared" Honey exclaims.
Rumi watched them in awe "you know for a divine being....you seem almost human" she comments.
"I.....thank you" honey blinked for a moment and smiled happily.
Rumi looks at Honey, looks like something so broken had.... quirks of insecurity.
******
The girls were training, summoning their weapons from Honeys surfaces itself
"hey you guys think I can summon my own weapon too?" Honey asked. "I don't think that's a smart thing to do?" Zoey said unsure of the precautions.
"have you tried before?" Mira asked
"I've only ever summoned music instruments" the deity points out then sticks a hand in their chest
All the girls yelled out at that in shock "oh may GAWD THEY STABBED THEMSELVES" Mira and Zoey screeched. Rumi flinches at their screeches "guys I sure they're fine.... right" Rumi asked as she turned sharply to Honey.
Honey blinked the takes out a big bow then some arrows. "Oh....it looks just like My violin's weapon" Honey smiled softly.
Then paused as they see the markings on it
Y x H
"it is hers" they gasped.
That day, the girls got a show n tell of the very weapons used by past hunters.
**************
Things got better tho
Another year goes by
"man you are such a great new addition to the team young-hoon" Bobby exclaims happily. Honey smiled happily as they turned to Bobby "thank you manager human" they grinned.
It seemed that Honey had managed to strike a job as a fashion designer. Huntrix's fashion designer.
"another fine set of clothing" Bobby smiled "ugh! I love it" he states and types away at his phone and takes a picture of a sneak peak.
"to be pretty and sound good, perfect harmony" Honey smiled as they put on the finishing touches "this is for the show in about a week, I'm sure the fans will appreciate the picture" Bobby nods.
Wasn't long before the girls stumbled in tired from training. "Hi girls, surprise"
"surprise!" Honey shouts and showed the girls their creations, all the girls gasped dramatically.
"aaaaaaahhhh!!! You really are the best Honey!" They girls squealed happily. They all crowded Honey, staying a respectful distance but they all clapped their hands together.
"let's do this" Zoey exclaims.
"yeaaaa!!" Mira yelled out
"Yeaaaaaaa!!!" Zoey squealed
"yeeeaaaa!!!" Rumi laughed.
They all look to Honey, honey blinked "uh....YEA!" They jumped into the air and shouts.
Honey paused, their eyes glowed pink, they knew the exact location of the demons popping up. The girls huff in determination as Honey strolls to them and teleports them.
Their songs were always the thing that Calmed Honey the most, strengthen their resolve.
Honey loved to dance along, giving strength to the hunters as much as they gave them strength.
Honey spun and ducked, they wondered what it was like to fight a demon. They were curious to try.
No
a being like them should not even indulge in that, just dance and watch. Focus on being strong and kick them back to where they belong.
Finale note, demons gone.
They all ended the night with food, couch and dramas.
Rumi smiled as she walked out for some air and looked outside, leaning onto the rail and stared into the distance.
"you know I always tend to stare out in the distance and just admire your light threads" she spoke. Knowing Honey would know that she was addressing them.
"really?" Honey pops up next to her. They smiled brightly "that's so great to know" they state happily and glowed in happiness. Rumi looked to Honey, all the patterns all around Honeys skin, glowing brighter or low. Reminded her....oh her own, but so symmetrical and pretty.
"you are staring again" Honey points out
"wha?" Rumi tensed and chuckled awkwardly "...sorry"
"it's fine, I like moments like this, feels like I can really connect to you guys" Honey smiled and shrugged "all I crave more is connection"
**********
The concert
Honey felt the energy all around them, the souls of everyone in the stadium were loud and bright and ready for a good show.
Honey giggled as they stood back stage watching. Bobby pursed his lips "they are late!" He said nervously and tried calling.
Honey sat calmly, legs crossed and hands on their lap. There were a lot of weak spots in their being, made honey feel Abit sluggish.
Their headaches were often nowadays, it felt like the time was already near.
And it made Honey nervous.
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