#I know the rules I know how it works but also I don’t and my tolerance is shitttyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[sweetflanfiction]

Asymetrical Symphony - Part 23

Universe: Arcane (LOL)

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written as GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know

A.N: Viktor's Zaunite wear is inspired by this artwork.

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11 • Part 12 • Part 13 • Part 14 • Part 15 • Part 16 • Part 17 • Part 18 • Part 19 • Part 20 • Part 21 • Part 22

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It was a cold autumn morning, even as the sun started to shine down on you, bundled up in more layers of clothing than usual. You sat in a little park near the river that trespassed and separated Topside from the Undercity.

The small park was almost deserted, with only a few people walking their dogs and some artists putting up their canvases and even some stalls. It was close to the artist's quarters in the city, so it was a convenient place to set up shop.

You found this place rather soothing; the Artists Quarters was always a go-to location whenever you wanted to unwind. Many festivals adjacent to bigger festivities on the top side would be done in this park. It would be filled with colorful lanterns and unusual foods from foreign, faraway places. You’d always drag Viktor to the festivals, and even though he’d mumble and grumble, you’d find him enjoying the celebrations.

“Apologies for making you wait.” You heard a familiar voice coming from beside you and looked at its owner.

Viktor smiled at you, holding on to his older leather satchel. He was once again out of his normal scientist attire, and you raised an eyebrow at his clothes. His usual white vest was traded in for a dark wine-colored vest with old golden trims, and peeking from under a tattered old blouson jacket was a creamy-colored shirt. His leg brace had black leather belts, and the metal was darker than usual, making the aid hard to see on top of his black trousers. To finish what you were now deeming his Zaunite gear, he had a pair of brown boots with brass tips and two brown leather gloves that had seen better days.

“Look at you. A Zaunite through and through.” You joked, pointing at his outfit. He looked down at himself.

“I never thought I would be wearing these old things again.” He patted the arm of his jacket, and you saw some dust come out of it.

“It suits you…” You threw him a grin and scratched the back of his head, his pale cheeks becoming pink.

“Heh. It reminds me of my childhood. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Looking down at yourself, you had to agree. The tailor-made clothes you liked to wear on this side had been discarded for today. The outfit was simple, the fabrics diverse and colorful, but not bright. A mix of loose and fitted pieces made the ensemble work. You had annoyed the housekeepers to wash them as many times as possible in two days.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” You made a dramatic, dismissive gesture.

“Good to know.” He chuckled and pointed to the other side of the river with his head. “Shall we?”

You nodded and turned to make your way to the bridge when a gloved hand gently pulled you in the opposite direction by the shoulder.

“The bridge is that way.” You announced matter-of-factly, looking at the man who was now casually limping in another direction.

“First rule of being invisible: do not cross a bridge patrolled by enforcers.” He kept strolling, a finger-wagging in the air.

You sighed deeply and then chuckled, running to catch up with him. When you reached him, he tilted his head to look at you with a smug grin on his face. You rolled your eyes at him with an exaggerated head turn.

It wasn't a long walk to where he was taking you, but when you looked at where you were heading, your face fell slightly.

The water pumps were a known spot for the scientists and you. Viktor would come here when he needed to think or just be alone, and in the end, no conversation had in this location was good. The good memories of laughing and joking while sipping cold drinks and dangling your feet on the ledge were quickly replaced with fights and resentment. 

“Before we go this way.” He slowed his pace as you both approached a wall of dark green ivy clumped and glued to another, less natural one. “There might be a chance that we could be committing…heh…crimes.”

You pulled yourself together, unglazing your eyes and focusing on the swaying man in front of you. With an inflated gasp, you raised your eyebrows in fake shock, placing a hand on your mouth and another on your cheek. 

“Not crimes!” You shook your head, and he leaned heavily into his crutch, which was the Viktor equivalent of putting a hand on his hip.

“You are the one court-ordered to stay out of trouble.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not the one under scrutiny by the council.” He frowned for a beat and then shrugged and nodded.

“Fair. Anyway, I thought you should be aware of it.”

“It’s not a crime to go to Zaun…”

“But we might trespass a few properties to get there.” He told you in a sing-song voice that made you chortle.

“Trust me, I’ve trespassed on worse things than the aqueducts.”

“I’m starting to think the enforcers are right about you. Such a bad influence.” 

He gave you a smirk and pulled the curtain of ivy aside; a wooden panel that was latched with an old and heavy lock appeared behind it. From his satchel he grabbed a set of keys, looked at them, and picked a smaller brass one, making quick work of unlocking the makeshift door.

“No need for magic.” He said proudly, gently pulling the door open for you, motioning for you to get in.

“Now you’re just showing off.” You joked as you passed him, and he shrugged, walking inside behind you.

Once you were both inside, you looked at the scientist straight in his golden orbs and moved your fingers. The sound of the lock latching in place echoed through the stone halls. His face became deadpan and unimpressed.

“That seems like cheating.” He noted, slowly raising an eyebrow.

“We set no rules for this game.” You jutted your chin up indignantly and closed your eyes, trying to look like a spoiled brat. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

You felt something hard hit the top of your head. You let out a yelp and opened your eyes to see Viktor starting to rearrange the crutch under his arm again.

“Did you just bonk my head with your crutch?” You stroked the place it hit and tried to contain the laughter. It hadn’t hurt; it just startled you, and the idea of him doing it was incredibly funny to you.

“Yes. Yes, I did.” He announced proudly, starting to walk towards the lit corridor. “And I’ll do it again if you misbehave.”

“I am being treated unfairly.” You kept joking, both of you supporting smug smirks and grins.

“Says the Piltie about to enter Zaun.” He snapped back, and once again you gasped in mock indignation.

It felt so incredibly satisfying watching this man be this carefree. You had met this Viktor at some point in your dimension, but it seemed like it was a lifetime ago, and it had lasted a blink of an eye. And you had adored him at these highs just the same as you did in his lows. 

Viktor and you kept joking around as you walked through the arches and the gigantic metal gears when a particular archway caught your gaze. Not the architecture, but the view from it. The familiar perspective was burned into your memories.

In your mind's eye, the shadow of a hunched, sickly Viktor appeared. Turning away sharply, a trembling hand on the wall was the only thing supporting him after a violent coughing fit.

‘I am dying!’ his voice resonated in your mind. Hoarse, angry, desperate, cold. ‘I need to focus on my work. You are a distraction I cannot afford. A reminder of a future I can no longer grasp.’ 

You felt the air catch your throat, and a small whimper came out. Immediately a hand tapped your shoulder, gently snapping you out of your reverie.

“Are you alright?” the same angry voice from before now taking a softer tone to your side.

“Hmm…yes…” You gave him what you thought was a nonchalant smile, but his eyebrow furrowing on his face told you it hadn’t registered like that. “The color of the sky reminded me of something.”

It was a sheepish excuse of a lie. You knew it, and when you saw his confused expression as he looked at the completely normal blue autumn sky, you knew he was also aware. 

“Would you like to stop?”

“We just started.”

“We can stop.” He gave a one-shoulder shrug, and you shook your head.

“No need. I’m alright.”

Viktor nodded and took one last glance out of the archway and then back at the way before resuming his walk. You did the same, the haunting silhouette frozen in place. You felt the need to apologize to it when you turned away and sped up towards this companion. You both walked in silence, the joyous beginning of the adventure now taking a more serious tone.

“How was the place you came from?” Viktor asked suddenly. 

“Mmm?”

“The place you come from. Was it nice? Did you like it there?”

The line of questioning was expected, and it had surprised you it had taken him this long to do it. In the many times you thought about it, you had decided to be as honest as possible.

“Oh…It was nice. More topside than undercity.”

“Do you miss it?” 

“I don’t know.” You answered truthfully and saw him tilt his head to look at you. “I miss what it was. Before I left, things became…rough.”

A beat of silence, and Viktor sighed. The kind of sigh that told you you weren't going to like whatever he said next.

“I…know the story you tell about Esther being your aunt is not true.” He gave you a small smile, without malice or anger in it. “You don’t need to tell me the truth now. I understand the necessity for keeping secrets, but…when you are comfortable, I’ll listen.”

Of all the things you wanted to tell him, you knew right there and then was not the time. Or maybe it was, but in your brain, something was pulling you back. 

It would be so easy to sit him down and tell him. You knew he would not only understand himself but help you understand. It would be an amazing discovery for science. For him. The man whose eyes lit up every time you showed a hint of magic.

But something held you back. So many variants of what could happen after you told him quickly pushed away any willingness to do so. What if he became obsessed with jumping time and space like the other Viktor became obsessed with perfection? What if the knowledge of the other him being able to become essentially a god-like creature was enough to make him keep working on the hex-core until it corrupted him? What if his need to help others surpassed his need for self-preservation and led everything to the same path? What if knowing his cosmic twin was dying in another world made him spiral like it sometimes made you?

There were too many options that you couldn’t control, and now was not the time to gamble on which one would be on the card.

“I will…” you said meekly, not being capable of looking at him. “Thank you.”

“It’s only fair that I let you know.” He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. “You are not a very good liar.”

“I am.” You told him honestly. You weren't being cute or sassy or egocentric. You were good at lying. You'd lied many times since you got here. He was just privy to the moments that took more effort.

“Heh…” He swayed his head from side to side, and his hand mimicked the gesture, tilting side to side. “Perhaps to other people.”

You felt your legs stop walking, and when he realized you had paused, he turned back to you. His eyes filled with concern. He called your name gently, about to start talking, but you shook your head and interrupted him.

“I’m not always lying.” You took a deep breath. You might not tell him everything, but you had to give him something. “I’m compartmentalizing. There are two boxes, and one is filled with…the past. And the other is here and now. And that past box is filled with…memories, good and bad. And I’m trying not to let that box spill into this one. But this box, the here and the now, what’s been said, what’s been done. There are no lies.”

He limped towards you and made the move to place a hand on your shoulder but stopped midway. Instead, he grabbed your hand. He'd learned that if he did it gently enough, you would allow it.

“One day, when you let me see what's in the box, I will do my utmost best to understand.” He whispered, moving his head to catch your eyes in his warm one.

You looked up at him, his voice dripping with sincerity. Your eyebrows were furrowed in thought, and as quickly as he could, Viktor leaned down and kissed the place between them. 

He did it with such confidence that all you could do was let out a tiny gasp, your hand immediately coming up to grab his arm, ready to push him away…or pull him to you.

It wasn't just the gesture that made your eyes widen. It was the familiarity that the gesture carried. The Viktor you knew did it whenever you'd frown.

'There's a line right here,' he'd say and then kiss it away.

Looking slightly up, you could feel his minty breath on your face. His nose was a breath away from yours, and your eyes landed on his lips. It would take a single motion for you to kiss him, and you knew he knew that. You saw him swallow and look back at his whiskey eyes. A small twitch telling he was expecting you to do something.

Oh, fuck it...

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[writesick-lover]

Cry-baby

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

⤞ My masterlist ⤝

summary: Jake Seresin is a walking pile of ego and pride, but who would have thought he would find himself an angel of a girlfriend. Who also turns out to be a huge cry-baby!

a/n: since I’m sick I decided to binge-watch the two Topgun movies (again) and it has definitely brought back the love I have for this franchise!!! And who can be a better writing material than our young aviators from the second movie? And although I don’t know how I got this idea, it wouldn’t work on anyone but Jake Seresin. ENJOY!!!

warning: a bit of swearing but otherwise just fluff ;)

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You and Jake have been dating for a while now. You still couldn't believe it. Jake. Seresin. He was a walking embodiment of confidence, ego, pride and perfection, an aviator on top of that, which meant he was also always cornered by women everywhere he went. Always ending up on top. And yet he picked you. And this was never about an insecurity of yours or some self-doubts.

It was about the fact, he invited you out even after your kind of disasterous first date.

"Woah! Somebody better bring a fire extinguisher soon," Jake commented the second you came into the restaurant for your first date, taking off your coat. You rolled your eyes, knowing this must have been one of his overused lines, but a small smile crept on your face. And that was all for Jake Seresin to brighten up like the sun itself. You spent your whole first date just talking, Jake always asking you questions and finding all the opportunities to brag about himself. You barely knew each other, introduced by a distant relative in one of the family gatherings. But despite all your doubts, he was an amazing listener and talker, the conversation between the two of you flowling as smoothly as ever. 

You learned a lot about Jake from that first meeting. He was stationed far away from his family ever since he joined the Navy, missing his little sister who seemed to grow twice as much everytime he came home. He didn't really talk a lot about his first years in the Navy. He loved all types of sports - according to him, he was just so good in all of them - and he enjoyed old love songs. He was also a big lover of board games, altough not a lot of people knew that about him. He especially loved them, thanks to the fond memories with his family. As the evening went, you started to slowly but surely fall for Jake Seresin. Although with his charm, you were sure it was inevitable.

Yet you couldn’t be more different from him. You were never good in board games and it only ended up in others fighting. You were never a big fan of sports - you didn't really grasp the rules quick enough to stay interested, and to be completely honest with yourself, you sucked in every one of them. On the opposite, you loved baking - Jake admitted that he was never very patient for that mysterious art. You absolutely adored trips to the nature - Jake had barely any time for that, flying off in jets that produced too much of CO2 (you had to breathe through that one). 

Despite all of these differences, you seemed to find a greater understanding in one another. While you adored Jake Seresin as a family guy, he immediately suggested a hike in the mountains, connecting both of your hobbies. At frist you thought Jake Seresin was the type of guy to hit and run, end the first date with an extra sleepover and then disappear without a note the next morning. But his eyes stayed trained on you the whole night, his hands stretched out in the middle of the table, taking yours in only if you let him, and letting go, once you needed them to support your story with additional gestures. 

"What about love songs? Or any songs in general? Although I am warning you, I am prepared to fight for the honour of my love songs," Jake winked at you, the butterflies in your stomach making you let out a loud chuckle. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. So, songs, huh?" you hummed, trying to come up with a genre you liked. Because you loved love songs, but behind close doors. The reason being something a guy like Jake Seresin probably wouldn't want to know on the first date. But you could never pick the right timing.

"Mary," a man at the table behind you said, the name catching your ears together with the romantic songs suddenly played by the band, slowly closing in on the table. The man got up, taking the attention of the whole restaurant, before kneeling on one knee. "Oh god," you managed to whisper to yourself as your eyesight started to get a little blurry on the edges. 

"Will you marry me?"

The time has seemed to stop as you weighed your options. The best one for now seemed to be the bathroom. 

"Yes!" Mary exclaimed, throwing herself onto her soon-to-be husband. The band, the candles, th whole restaurant getting up to clap, it was all too much. You had to go. Now. 

"Excuse me," you got up as tears welled up in your eyes, fighting to get out. Nobody really noticed your escape except Jake, who looked quiet puzzled at your sudden disappearance, but decided to make nothing of it. Yet. But suddenly it was 10 minutes since you left and he couldn't help himself but start to worry. So he decided to investigate. 

He walked up to the bathrooms, waiting for anyone to come up from the ladies' room. After a few seconds, one woman did, stopped immidiately by Jake's towering figure. "Sorry, is there a pretty lady about this tall there? I have a suspicion my date might have escaped," he joked a bit on his own account as he began to feel nervous, but still trying to keep his cool. The woman was not laughing the slightest. 

"There is. But I don't know what you have told her, that girl is crying tears like a waterfall," and with that the woman was gone, leaving Jake even more confused. "What the fuck?" he said to himself, trying to pick up the courage and open the ladies' room to check up on you. He stood there frozen for a few seconds.

After that, he finally managed to at least knock. 

"Y/n?" he asked, not hearing any response for a few seconds. "Y/n, I know you're there. If you haven't already escaped... Is everything okay?" he knocked once more, now finally getting an answer.

"Yes, yes! Everything is just fine!" you facepalmed yourself, trying to make the redness go away, along with the rest of the tears. You just have to stop thinking about the couple. 

"I don't know about that. Apparently you are in there, crying," Jake yelled from the corridor. Shit! You cursed, still trying to salvage what you could. But Jake was still there, knocking. Nothing could save you.

"Y/n," Jake was slumped against the wall after what felt like an eternity of knocking, his two fingers lazily knocking out different rythms before you opened the door, startling him. "Holy mother of god!" he yelped, looking down at you. Your face was all puffy, eyes reddened together with your cheeks. From the embarrassment obviously. "I'm sorry," you whispered, taking in a deep breath. "I understand if you don't want to continue this anymore, or see me again, it's completely-" 

"Hold on, hold on, hold on. What are you on about now?" Jake interrupted your already memorised bathroom speech. You two stared at each other in confusion, your mouth opening and closing for good 10 seconds before Jake decided to take the interrogation into his own hands. 

"Why, exactly, are you crying?" he asked, his eyebrow cocked. You gulped. "There's one thing I haven't told you about," you looked down, the floor suddenly more interesting than the hotshot in front of you. And Jake didn't like that. "Hey, hey," he snapped his fingers gently. "Eyes are up here," he smirked and you rolled your eyes, wiping your nose. "I do listen to love songs, very much but," your gaze again fell on something behind him, the couple no longer there. “I get very emotional, as you can see, anytime something like that happens.”

"Do you have like a chronic emotional crying syndrome or what?" he asked with an almost mocking laughter in his voice as he looked to where you were looking. Your brows furrowed. "Yes. Yes I actually do," you said a bit fiercely for your character, immediately cooling the fire rising inside you. You didn't want to make it even worse than it already was. 

"Wait, really?" his head shot back at you, now actually full of surprise.

"Well, it's not an official condition," you mumbled, now slumping next to him against the wall. Who cares about that dinner anyway now?

"I just cry everytime I see or hear something that rises too many emotions in me. I cannot control it. Everything is just so beautiful and breathtaking! These tears attack my eyes and I have to run away for at least a whole half an hour until I'm all fine again," you confessed, waiting for his reaction, although you knew exactly what it was about to be. He didn't disappoint.

Jake Seresin broke into the biggest fit of laughter ever. Although he was at least trying to be quiet, you had to give him that. "Yeah, right," you mumbled, pushing yourself off the wall, ready to pack your things and leave. Another ruined date. Thanks taken couples, you really make it easy for us. 

"Hey, wait! Where are you going!" you heard Jake try to call after you between his laughing and panting. You were already by the table. "Y/n, where do you think you're going!" Jake cornered you there, tears of joy sparkling in his eyes. "I'm sorry! I just- I haven't met anyone like you so it seemed a little funny to me, I'm sorry, really, I didn't mean it," he started apologizing, bits of chuckles escaping his lips. "Yeah, you still seem to find it funny," you pouted, ready to leave. 

"No, no, I promise, I mean it when I say that I'm sorry," he caught you gently by your wrist. "But here I was, crushing my ego, thinking this hot chick just escaped the thorugh the bathroom window because I was ugly, can you believe that?" he wiped his tears. “I swear, even I have some weak moments,” he wiped the tears away, shaking his head with a few chuckles. His hand relaxed, letting yours go, because you suddenly didn't feel like going yet. "You're so shallow," you hit his chest playfully but he caught your hand on the place where his heart was beating.

"But this hot chick hasn't escaped, right?" 

You let out a loud laugh that was caught between his lips. And that's how your first of many dates went. You couldn't believe your luck, nor your memory from that day. And after a few months of dating, Jake took you to cinema to see his favorite film, leaving out the fact that this was the only film making him emotional enough. He sniffled quietly next to your storm of tears, occasionally breaking a smile at how hilarious you were, when in fact you were just the same, laughing at him. It was a miracle how you two found each other.

"That's Hangman's chick?" Nat pointed to a woman in the corner of the bar, close to where Hangman was playing darts at least 100th time this evening. She was holding a strawberry milkshake in her hand, dangling her feet as she watched her boyfriend win (100th time, again). And everytime he did, he leaned in for a peck, quickly wiping the tears of joy off of her cheeks- from yet another of his wins. 

"It's like he kidnapped her and the ransom is to act this with him, or something," Rooster mumbled, making Natasha let out a loud laugh in surprise. “Someone is jealous, huh?” she teased, Rooster rolling hus eyes. "She looks nice, kind," Bob noted, smiling the girl's way. "Yeah, definitely not Hangman's style, they're like peas and carrots," Rooster noted again, a teasing smile on his lips. 

"What do you know?" Phoenix shrugged, turning around for her turn in the pool. "Maybe there's a side of Jake we are yet to discover," she said nonchalantly, hitting her ball straight to the hole. "Bull's-eye!"

But the game was interrupted by the sudden long ringing of Penny's bell. 

"Attention!" she shouted across the bar, every guest prickling their ears. "There's a couple, Ben and Mary, who have been frequent guests of ours to the point where we call them family," Penny smiled as the whole bar agreed, lifting their drinks. "But today, Ben has a special announcment he wants to share with you," 

A man walked into the middle of the bar where probably Mary was standing, taking a deep breath.

"Mary?" he asked, lowering himself on one knee.

"Oh no." Hangman's head immediately shot to you, but you were already staring at him, tears already glistening in the light.

"Yes, Ben?" the woman asked, already knowing what's coming. Everybody knew.

You won't make it to the bathroom. Jake lifted his eyebrows, nodding to the bathroom across the bar and shaking his head. 

You sniffled.

Beach? He pointed to the open door nearby, leading to the beach.

You nodded frantically and as the words 'Will you marry me'  fell from Ben's lips, you were already out of there, heading for the ocean waves.

Jake hugged you from behind, hiding his amused smirk (which you knew was there), quickly wiping the tears already streaming down your face. "You cry-baby!" he said mockingly.

"I know! But it's all just so beautiful," you sniffled, already used to his teasing.

"So are you, babe"

"And you"

You turned around. Jake’s eyes looked at you in content, making you feel like you’re the only one for him. Because you are the only one for him.

“I love you,” he whispered, pushing a strand of your hair behind you ear, his hand resting on your cheek.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

“Even when you’re a little cry-baby!” Jake pinched you cheek lightly, his mocking tone making you laugh out loud. That was until he locked the laughter by connecting your lips with his, keeping it all to himself.

Thanks taken couples, you really make it easy for us. 

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[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Wednesday wonderful fandom :) We have hit episode 4, I once again am SO happy this is back. Makes my Wednesdays so much better. I missed this show so much. Now I was legit resigned to have no real moment in this one. I really was. Not only that but I was ok with that too. The SL was really really good. I was enjoying Wes/Wopez getting some of the spotlight. I adore this show as a whole.

So I was down to enjoy this ep just for the SL they had lined up. I am thrilled we got a moment. Scaling the walls excited. I do my best to keep these first impressions as brief as possible. Since I do deep dives in the summer. When I really flesh my thoughts with the entire season in hand. But when we get good moments it's harder to be brief ha So bear with me if I'm a little longer than I have been. Let us begin shall we?

7x04 Darkness Falling

We start the day off with some good ole ass kissing from Ridley. The more this kid opens his mouth the more I dislike him tbh. So I'm with Tim groaning at his platitude. 'Oh god.' I'm cackling. I love this man so much you guys. Lucy is all smiles though of course. She wants to see the best in him because well it's Lucy. We all love this woman for her compassion. But their reactions are just so on point. Their Grumpy x Sunshine dynamic doing it's thing. Always makes me happy to witness.

I do love that Lucy follows it up with saying no one likes a suck up lmao My girl. I mean no one does.....They drive me absolutely insane. But this is her accepting what he has to say but also letting him know she isn't won over either. He has work to do. They both do really. Friggin miracle they're both still standing there.

We get to a gnarly crash and the rookies are put to work by Celina. Who is primary. You go girl. So excited for her this season. We can sense her stress as she attempts to contain and maintain the scene. She has Ridley take pics of the cars, which he messes up. Not getting every inch like she asked.

Telling him firmly but still kindly that she can't hold his hand. Texas giving him a hard time seeing this. Seth gets a little uppity with him. It's here we witness conflicting stories …..No matter the reasoning a cop who lies habitually is ick central for me. Makes me start to question his integrity. Gonna take a lot to come back from this IMO. Lucy looks very disappointed. I would be too. Also a little on edge wondering why he's lying?

First thing noticed when Penn was searching the car was the gun in the glove box....I knew when he said it was all clear it was going to bite him in the ass. It does immediately and royally so. We see bit by bit that confidence that he came in with slowly eroding. Tim is breaking this kid down in order to build him back up. He's gotta quit it with the Texas stuff. It only angers Tim even more. He doesn't want excuses he wants progress.

I know it may seem like Tim being extra hard on Texas. But D (makeitastrength) brought up a great point from 3x11 either last ep or before in the comments. On how Tim trains based on his trainee. And this boy needs to be knocked down a thousand pegs and then some. We see with each episode him changing I will say. Becoming more remorseful. Less cocky with Tim. The way he reacts to his punishment is proof of that.

Tim is right to do this to him. He’s not in Texas anymore. That is not a valid excuse for everything. Or ever honestly. I had a guy on my team who did the same thing. Would excuse his screw ups and say 'But in Tennessee we did this.' etc. One day we were on a ride a long. He did it again as an excuse. I told him you’re no longer in TN. You’re in CO now. Those rules don’t apply here. And it finally clicked and he stopped doing it.

Tim has to beat it into his brain he’s not in a small town anymore. Far from it….and he most definitely isn’t in Texas anymore either. Once he lets that go he will get better. Tim pegged him from day one about him needing to be deprogrammed first. That’s going to take the longest with him.

SOOOOO Seth is officially a liar..... I hate it so very much. Not only did he lie but he did it in front of Lucy earlier. Someone mentioned the possibility of him being a liar. It was in an ask D got I remember and I never thought of it. So Kudos to that person for spotting that early. I didn't clock that. Like at all. Cause I too am like Lucy in my empathy and believed him. Guess I shouldn’t have….Hiding more than I would like.

My gut is saying I would like him to wash out. Is that mean? Sure but also he's not giving anything positive right now. We haven’t see one since s3 with the Badger and Katie. But he’s Lucy’s rookie, so that’s the only reason I don’t actually want that to come to pass.. Idk how he’s gonna come back from this compulsive lying. I’m not a fan. Gonna take some really good development to make me forgive this.

I LOVE this final moment with Texas. Tim does a masterful job of not breaking. I commend Miles for saying he appreciates all Tim is doing for him. He can see that it isn't just to be harsh with him. There is a method to his madness. To quote Lucy from 1x04 'He's calculating not cruel.' He’s teaching this kid right.

Not only that he recognizes why Tim is so hard on him. Also he's being brought back down to earth. Especially about not knowing it all. Realizing how many holes he really has in his knowledge. Having an epiphany in this scene. It's amazing progress to see. You're growing on me Texas. On Tim too. You can see it in his eyes through out his speech. Excited to see how he continues to be molded.

There is so much to unpack in this scene. It's insane. First of all. Tim’s house! I've missed it. God it’s gorgeous. Holy hell. So glad Eric pressed to have it return. It's as beautiful and understated as he is. Also feral Caitlin must make appearance. Cause he is in street clothes after all. gimme gimme. AND In my favorite color no less. Only he could make such a plain shirt so god damn attractive. The way it tightens around his chest. Hot damn. I'm a puddle. Mmm wanna climb him like a tree. *fans self*

If that isn't enough to make me lose my mind we have Kojo! Return of our fav pupper. Their handsome fur baby making an appearance. Barking before Lucy even knocks on the door. Just knows his mama is near. Alerting Tim to get up and greet their visitor. Look at how excited our boy is when he opens the door and she's there. No one makes this man light up faster than Lucy Chen.

We see the disappointment on his face when he realizes it's work related. Hence the sassy reply about her question. Lucy, just letting her damn self in regardless of what Tim is saying though. They are in fine form here everyone. I’m so happy right now. Lucy airing her concerns about Seth to Tim. Saying how she can't shake the feeling something is off. I feel that way too...Giving me the ick hard.

Tim does his best to put her mind at ease about Seth. Saying how comprehensive they are. They're invasive and he has to pass a polygraph as well. Tim slyly mentioning how they both know how illuminating those can be. Heh Tim’s liar detector joke. Love the little shots he takes and it earns a smile out of her. Little flirt. Well done babe.

I adore that her instinct is still to rely on Tim. When she’s worried or unsure. That is her go to. He is still her person in that regard. That inexplicable pull she can’t quite deny or ignore. Was hoping this whole Seth thing would lead her to Tim for advice. Just wasn't expecting it to be in his house. I'm tickled pink about it though haha

Feeling a surge of frustration and doubt, Lucy apologizes and starts to walk away. Like it's just hitting her what she's done. Showing up unannounced at his house, forcing her way in, asking his advice and flirting with him in the process. Her adrenaline wearing off and she is feeling vulnerable. She can feel that familiar draw of their banter. As she stated in 5x12. They're so good at arguing. Her immediate reaction is to retreat for a multitude of reasons. Kojo gets up and says hold on there mom not just yet.....

I love him getting up right away not letting her go without some snuggles. That a boy. You be our little Chenford cheerleader. Doing his best to keep her there. He resets the mood with this move. Lucy loving on Kojo makes my heart so happy. Also look at Tim. The man could power a city with that smile. He is melting into a damn puddle in front of her. Couldn't be happier to see them together again. Lucy letting Kojo know how much she misses him.

'Feeling's mutual.' OH. MY. LORD. Way to be transparent af my love. Do it more….Straight up using Kojo to say he misses Lucy. It's oozing out of him, how much he craves her presence. I cannot everyone. Let's not ignore the fact that Lucy looks at him sweetly in reply. Melting a little more each episode. It's a very telling look. Still a little guarded but happy none the less. I will take this win from her. So will Tim. Any positive moment with her is a win.

Tim nervously asking her to stay. *screams into a pillow* Sweet baby James. I'm so giddy I might faint. The little breath he takes before he asks. *heart clutch* So reminiscent of 5x08. This is everything. That man is so so gone for her. He wants her to stay more than anything. Ugh my heart. Look at him. Hands in his pockets. Being a little awko taco. Hoping against hope she will say yes. The only way he could be more transparent is if he wore a 'I love and miss Lucy.' sign. Holy cow. If you had any lingering doubts after last week this should obliterate that.

Lucy is stunned by his offer. Stands up right away with her 'Oh.' You can see she has to fight that magnetic pull of theirs. That need to be around him and stay. Melissa plays it so well. Fighting that urge. Knowing if she stays where it’ll end. Most likely in his bed... She can’t risk that. Can't risk hurting her heart like that again. Even though that same heart is dying to stay, her brain helps her bolt. Her nervous chuckle as she tells him no. Stumbling over her words to make a quick exit. Leaving both her boys behind. This hurt so good. Oh my lord. I am here for the slow burn everyone. I've said this many times. To get back to the summit that is them together it's going to take time.

When we do it's going to be so worth it. The delayed gratification will be unreal. We have to remember it's been FOUR episodes. Just four. I'm feeling no impatience at this point. This is going to be a lovely climb back to them. They can give me little moments like this as they make their way back all they want. I'm here for it and grateful to have them. I couldn’t be prouder of Tim for going for it though. Being the first to put himself out there again this second round. Just like he did in S5. Showing her he misses her with this offer. Testing their grounds by doing so. Think he could tell she wanted to. But wasn't surprised when she said no.

Goodness this made me giddy af. Also that man is a snack in that shirt. So she is strong to walk away from him. She all but runs when he is soft with her. Can’t say I blame her. Right now that way lies hurt. Also they need to have a real convo first. But hot damn I’m excited he went for it. Not once but twice. Saying he missed her inadvertently then asking her to stay. Ooooh I’m excited you guys! If you aren't I can't help you I really can't LOL Reaching down to pat the good boy with a sigh. His wingman really tried. Swing and a miss Timothy. But proud of you for giving it a go. I cannot wait till next week

Thank you x1000 to everyone who interacts with these. With your likes, comments and reblogs. They make my whole day every time a notification comes in. Biggest smile on my face. You're all the best. See you all in 7x05 :)

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Side notes-Non Chenford

'How secure you are in your marriage.' I’ve been saying that since Wes heard the tapes. Oh Wes, what happens when you marry a beautiful, strong and independent woman.

'Being a woman is consistently terrifying.' If that isn’t the truth…. Line of the season for Angela right there.

The Sorority girls kicking the shit out of that guy was incredible. When I saw the blood on the floor I was worried. Then to see all those woman kicking, punching and stabbing that dude. Was epic. Angela telling them they have her recommendation if they ever was join the LAPD LOL

I wanna cry for Wes with this SL. Letting a killer back onto the streets. Doing his job or not that weighs on a person. Their psyche and conscience. He gave me such anxiety as he raced the the scene. Gah just breaking my heart when Angela checks in on him. Well done Shawn for this gif above. We don't get to see him flaunt his chops a whole lot and I'm happy to see they gave him the chance. He was fantastic in this ep.

Bailey took the phone number and let him go. Props my friend. More balls than your husband. When it comes to people I love I get very gray. I'm all about black and white like Tim but also like Tim, when its someone I love those start to blur to protect them. So kinda don't blame her for taking the insurance of his number.

Locking her away isn’t the answer my dude. It’s insulting to think she can’t handle herself if I was her. Be better to be together and tackle it as a team. But that’s just me.

‘You’re a grown ass woman not baby sitting you.’ Wade Grey I adore you sir.

Nyla being on her own making my heart palpitate. It felt very last of us if you’ve ever played that game and know the stress of it lol It was good but also anxiety inducing.

Loved the Nyla and Lopez hug I love it. Always happy to see this bad ass duo together.

7x05 looks good with the serial killer SL. Have a WILD theory of maybe it being Seth? I highly doubt it is. But dude be sus af right now. If that was true could bring up PTSD for Lucy with Caleb and all that. But that's a crazy road to go down. But had to get it off my chest on the off chance he ends up being involved somehow.

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Day 26: Prison

He’s stuck.

Not physically, mind you. Just… mentally?

Well, that’s part of it but there’s something else.

Dazai had had a relatively normal day. He ditched work, got caught by a new enemy group and put in their impromptu prison, sent out a distress call to the Agency, then waited. Waited some more with nothing but his thoughts and a bunch of idiots.

Really, you’d think that someone would have realized the pattern of this type of trap by now; he could have escaped less than a minute after getting tied up if he wanted to.

Such is life when one is a genius, he supposes. No one can figure out his games despite the simplicity of them.

Ah, that’s a lie – there is /one./

And of course it had to be that person to ‘rescue’ him, something about being the nearest to his location as an excuse.

As if he hadn’t been in the area Dazai was captured and had only waited for the go ahead to come get him.

Chuuya truly is a dog, isn’t he?

That’s only part of Dazai’s problem right now, though. That might also be a lie.

Chuuya’s the whole problem but that specific part is only a half of it. Because you see, by Chuuya coming for him for the first time since Meursault, it means that something has /changed./

And Dazai can’t pinpoint specifically what. 

He knows Chuuya knew he was alive in those four years – Chibi may be a good actor, but he’s a terrible stalker (only with Dazai) – but the redhead had never come to his aid. He supposes he never actually asked for it or gave any hints to Chuuya that he could’ve deciphered as Dazai needing him. 

Even if the brunet did think about it once or twice, he never went through with it. Those were always the very last, in case of emergency, back-up plans saved for if the world was ending.

And Fyodor kind of was a world-ending embodiment that needed Soukoku to reunite in Meursault. Dazai had sent the request for Chuuya in a Morse Code message in his heart that Ango had delivered to Mori, who had predicted Dazai was already going to call for Chuuya, and Chuuya had deciphered the hidden messages within that letter.

So why had Chuuya come today? Surely, the redhead knew the Agency could handle it. It may have taken a while longer for the Agency to get to him, but it’s not like Dazai wasn’t used to a little torture.

These guys were even amateurs, at best.

But someone in the Agency must have noticed Chuuya’s location – a new protocol within the ADA-PM Alliance to ensure easier cooperation between the organizations with the strict rule that locations cannot be used against each other – and asked if he would be able to get Dazai in exchange for a favor.

And Chuuya had /agreed./

It doesn’t make sense.

Chuuya had wanted them to be ex-partners, right?

So why?

It’s giving Dazai a headache (and a heartache).

This is how he’s gotten himself into this ‘stuck in a rut’ feeling, caught between asking Chuuya and leaving it be.

If he leaves it be, the gross, heaving feeling in him will likely fade with time and space. But if he asks, it’ll satiate the curious part of him that needs to know that ‘why.’

He hates this. It’s so stupid, so–

“How long do you plan to stand outside my door, mackerel?”

Dazai blinks.

Oh. Looks like he was stuck physically too, in between knocking on Chuuya’s door or just walking away.

Chuuya’s leaning against his doorframe, arms crossed and head tilted with an eyebrow raised. 

“If you don’t answer in the next ten seconds, I’m going back inside,” Chuuya sighs. Dazai wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a glass of wine waiting on his living room coffee table. 

After a beat, Dazai swallows as Chuuya shifts to turn back inside.

“Why did you come?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Chuuya retorts back, halfway turned between the warm interior and Dazai out in the cold.

Dazai squints his eyes. “Why did Chuuya come today?”

“Seriously? You’re worked up over that? It was just my job, idiot, nothing special.”

That feeling in his chest sinks even lower as he puckers his lips, contemplating. “Chuuya /chose/ to accept the Agency’s request. They would have come for me eventually if not. So why?”

Chuuya sighs, something tired and something Dazai can’t name, reaching a hand up to rub one of his temples.

“I’m cold, come inside or stay out here, I don’t care.” Chuuya walks back into his home, leaving Dazai with yet another decision.

The redhead’s deflection isn’t lost on him, either.

For a moment, he entertains the thought of running away. Talking has never been their strong suit and the chances of it ever happening in a productive way are slim. But Dazai has been out in the cold for quite a while and the lure of Chuuya’s heater and the throw blanket he knows the other keeps on his couch are slowly melting away his desire to flee.

If all else fails, he can just remain quiet. It’s not like it would be the first time he’s avoided a conversation with the cold shoulder.

Stepping through the door and into the genkan, he shuts the door and removes his shoes, locking it before hanging up his coat next to Chuuya’s on the nearby rack. He takes a moment to regulate his heartbeat to fit the new temperature (not because of how he’s feeling, nope). 

Walking into the living room, he finds Chuuya sprawled on half the couch, part of the blanket engulfing him as he sips from his wine glass. On the table sits an additional bottle of whiskey and glass to go with it. 

Chuuya doesn’t even look up at him as he pats the couch beside him. With light steps, Dazai makes his way over, rearranging the other part of the blanket to cover himself before pouring himself a glass. 

From there, he leans back, trying to get comfortable. Apparently, he fails because Chuuya points out “Jeez, you’re fucking stiff. What the hell got into you, huh?”

Dazai only shrugs, forcing his back to meld with the couch cushions into something more equivalent to relaxing. 

“I didn’t invite you in here to play the silent game,” he says, eyes roaming all over Dazai. “Spit it out, or I will wait you out.”

Dazai grimaces. For such a small person, Chuuya, unfortunately, does have quite the presence. And when that presence is not there – or only there via silence – it’s horrendous to Dazai. A quiet Chuuya who knows something’s up is Dazai’s least favorite Chuuya.

It makes that heaviness in his torso stronger, and now he regrets coming here because he should have known better. He should’ve–

He’s halfway off the couch, whiskey glass just set on the coffee table, when Chuuya yanks him back and holds his grip on Dazai’s arm.

“Oi. Talk to me.” Dazai can’t avoid the way those blue eyes pierce into him, the same way they did when he was fifteen, young and dumb. “Look, I promise I won’t judge. No snarky comments or looks, just listening.”

The grip on his arm weakens, a silent option to give him the chance to run with the promise that Chuuya will listen to his choice.

It’s so tempting. He’s never been one to discuss little things, especially not something revolving around feelings. But another part of him is desperate to stay, to see this side of Chuuya that is so rare to begin with that even Dazai hasn’t seen it before.

Perhaps it’s something new, something grown with years of wisdom and a partner no longer hanging over his head.

Dazai bites his lip, inhaling deep. He holds it – 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 – and releases, willing every muscle in his body to not twitch as he looks at Chuuya again.

(His heart still jumps when he sees those blue eyes haven’t left him.)

He starts slowly, “Chuuya said to not call him ‘partner’ anymore, that we’re ex-partners now. Ex-partners don’t save each other unless the situation is dire, like Meursault. Mori didn’t force you to come for me today, nor the Agency, so why did Chuuya come when we aren’t partners? Chuuya wants me dead, no?”

All he gets is a stare, long and drawn out. The redhead’s eyebrows scrunch together as he blinks, a thinking face Dazai’s familiar with overcoming his features. 

“I mean, yeah, I do, but only by my hands. No one else is allowed to kill you, you know. ‘Sides, that whole ‘bait and wait’ thing you have going on is getting old. There’s no need for you to be over-the-top when you already work hard for those detectives.”

Dazai hums. “That only answers one of my questions.”

“Well, maybe I don’t know how to answer the other one,” Chuuya grumbles, taking a sip of his wine before setting it down. “What do you want us to be, Dazai? Can’t exactly be partners when we’re in opposite organizations. I thought you didn’t want to be partners anymore when you left.”

Oh. Dazai supposes that’s fair. He did leave first, with barely any messages to Chuuya aside from a blown-up car.

He used it to break their partnership, but Dazai had meant it as a way of protecting Chuuya from interrogation. He thought Chuuya would have gotten the message.

“Is this about the car?”

“Dazai, you blew up a Corvette–”

“I knew it.”

“Hey–!”

“But I thought Chuuya would have known I was protecting him.”

The growing noises from Chuuya over being interrupted die down in an instant. A look of dawning easily takes over him, eyes wide and mouth open as he gapes at Dazai.

“You always thought we were still partners… you /wanted/ us to still be partners,” he murmurs. Then, with a newfound sense of urgency, “Do you still want us to be partners?!”

Chuuya springs up onto his knees, both of his hands coming up to grab onto Dazai’s shoulders. He asks again, “Do you?”

Dazai gazes up at him, hesitating only slightly before, “If Chuuya wants us to be ex-partners, then we can be ex-partners.”

The groan Chuuya lets out tells Dazai that he’s fucked up. Before he can escape Chuuya’s grasp, there’s a forehead plopping onto his own as red and blue invade his vision. “Osamu, what do /you/ want?”

With the couch cushions behind him and Chuuya in front of him, there’s no direction for Dazai to move to, leaving him stranded to look at Chuuya and only Chuuya.

After a moment where he’s sure he isn’t breathing, he swallows. “... partners.”

And Chuuya /smiles./

Bright and gorgeous as it takes Dazai’s breath away for a whole different reason, eyes unwavering from the way it brings out the beauty that is Nakahara Chuuya in its purest form.

Then, he giggles, throwing his head back as such a joyous sound that Dazai wants to record it and tuck it away to a place where only he can listen rings out. He sounds /happy/ over the fact that Dazai still wants to be partners with him.

It takes him back to when they first became partners, how Chuuya was forced into it and hated being partnered with him, how the redhead refused to be near him or talk to him. It was awful.

But the first time Chuuya had called him partner back, it felt like this moment, awestruck and fond to Dazai. Something he never thought possible.

And yet here it is, happening all over again – something he only dreamed about once Chuuya had claimed them as ‘ex-partners.’

Chuuya wraps his arms around Dazai’s neck, laughter barely lightening up. Then, with a smile Dazai can only describe as soft, he whispers, “Hey, partner.”

Now it’s Dazai’s turn to smile, a light, giddy flush forming on his cheeks as he wraps his arms around Chuuya and squeezes him close, resting his head over the redhead’s heart. “Hi, partner.”

[bluemoonsymphonies]

RotTMNT Fic Rec #1

Adventures in NYC by beanieable

Chapters: 6/6 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 12,294 Summary: What happens when the Hamato Clan gets their hands on some cloaking brooches and start to explore New York with them? The rumors about Lou Jitsus kids are just a coincidence. or 5 times their were recognised as Lou Jitsu and kids and the time they revealed it all.

I had to include this fic first because it is what pulled me into this fandom in the first place. It is hilarious in the best ways and everyone is in-character. I don't want to spoil it, but I can say that it includes a lot of nosy reporters, petty older twin Donnie, Medic Leo, Mikey getting first person experience in case of mistaken gender, and Raph being a sweetheart to an old lady.

Though there is Draxum/Splinter as a couple, but you can ignore it if you want. All and all, it is a great fic and totally worth the read.

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Donatello's Impromptu Method of (Literally) 'Winging It' by NighttimeWishes

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 6,045 Summary: Donnie just injected unknown mutagens into his bloodstream. It seemed a good idea at the time (approximately five minutes ago). He can’t remember his logic now, mostly because he didn’t write it down. It was probably something about reversing mutations. Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore. He cannot tell a living soul about this incident. [A surprisingly fluffy story about Donatello accidentally mutating himself and realizing how much his family loves him.]

This one is so sweet and hilarious. It is a great fic a definitely worth the read, Donnie is super in-character. I can't think of anything else to say that wouldn't be spoiling it, so go check it out!

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Trinkets by SmilesRawesome

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 3,940 Summary: Based on a headcanon by @donatellosgogglelens on tiktok “Thanks, Donnie!” He said brightly, his other brothers chiming in with their own thanks after him. Donnie flapped his hands and giggled, making Leo clutch his new present tighter. Donnie did love them, and this was the proof.

I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH! It is literally one of my favorite fics ever! It's Disaster Twins fluff and angst (Hurt/Comfort), but it's still so sweet. Donnie's love language is 100% gift-giving (Me too, Donnie, me too) and this represents that perfectly.

This is worth ∞ reads. I cannot exaggerate how much I love this fic and think that everyone should read it.

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Operation Sleepy Slider by Artralic

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 5,196 Summary: “Trust me this is way more serious.” Raph tries to bring the younger turtles up to speed, only to be interrupted. “Booooo! No, you know the rules! No seriousness on Lazy Sundays!” Mikey is a big proprietor of lazy days and makes sure everyone follows the rules of having a stress free day. It works only because it guilts them all to rest, if only so Mikey isn’t stressing about them not resting. “It’s Thursday Micheal.” “Yeah but it has the spirit of Lazy Sunday” “Guys!” Raph’s outburst brings their attention back to him, but their deadpan stares show they still don’t appreciate the seriousness Raph is trying to infringe upon their relaxation. “Guys, we got a code Sleepy Slider on our hands.” Raph’s voice is grim, his face shadowed with the weight of the situation they find themselves in. With the code spoken, Donnie and Mikey sit at attention. ~ ~ ~ or Leo's insomnia strikes and his brothers help him get some rest.

I love this one, it's pure sibling fluff. I always read it when I can't sleep, and it almost always makes me fall asleep. Also, sleep-deprived Leo is extremely funny.

Raph is such a good big brother in this one (like usual, but extra in this), Donnie nearly gets mauled by Sleepy-Leo, Mikey almost goes full Doctor Delicate Touch on Sleepy-Leo, but it still remains supper fluffy and sweet. Certainly worth the read!

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Sorry this fic rec is short, it took forever to find a format I liked and I wanted to get it out today. The next one should be out by next Friday, have a nice day!

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Long post so check under the cut!

FAQ

What is this blog?

Est in 2019 This blog was a one-of-a-kind impulse decision brought upon by a time when all the lovely active Hetalia listing blogs were not as common as they once were. So, it's not a new idea, in the least, but a decent one! So my dream is if you are looking for fellow blogs, reviving your dash, looking out for that favourite muse, or craving the crowd in your favourite fandom and looking for a Group/lack thereof? I hope this place can offer it to you.

Who’s behind the books?

You may or may not have heard my name around the block, the names Gypty. I’m a fellow rper, ask blog mun, something of an artist and overall curious rat floating oceans to find a place in the world, Nice to meet you~

What is each tag?

Currently, I have devised five tags that are the organization to this blog's listings, let’s call them the five books.

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💜Groups, ‘Groups’ is the tag for all the Hetalia group blogs that could be looking for exposure and even new members to join the ranks. Rp, ask, Art, all of it. 

💛Oh Yeah! With the group tags, I will be listing the Hetalia Discords! If you have one of those fill out the application all the same. 

What to look forward to

Things have been slow, so my next steps will be entirely on how much traction this blog gets. The way I have been working is having links in the blog that direct you to each book, then when enough new blogs have asked to be written in said books, I take them and copy them into the form of a post. 

I will also be creating and reblogging the blog promos as per request from those who submitted an ap. If your blog also wants to advertise a new occasion, event, or point out some official Hetalia news go ahead and send it to my inbox or message box. You can also @ me, here's is to hoping tumblr does not break and I get to see it.

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Everyone has em

At this time if you have a muse/s blog, I would highly prefer that the blog you request to be listed for said muse/s be made for said muse/s. In short, don’t merge your main blog

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Should you find that your blog has been removed and the reasons listed above do not apply to your blog (aka your reviving welcome back, you have an updated username, coming out of hiatus) feel free to reapply! We would love to have you back!

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Muse type: (1p, 2p, Nyo, chibi, human, AU, etc.)

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If you’re an Rp blog (Lit, Script)

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If your a group: What sort of Hetalia Group do you run? Does it have a Discord?

Lastly, do you want us to reblog your character ad post? 

Or have this blog promo with a custom promo template? We can totally do that!

And that is all I got for the moment! Don’t forget if you have any questions don’t be afraid to visit my inbox, your questions may help someone else or even me.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Monty, Charles, and Edwin (Arranged Marriage AU: Chapter 2)

It's a flash of movement, so quick that Monty isn't even sure if he blinked and missed it. One moment the pistol is casually twirling between Charles' fingers, the next the shot goes off with gunpowder and a bang, followed by a shout of pain and the flash of keys being tossed through the air. Charles doesn’t even flinch at the recoil, merely extending his free hand to catch the keys in hand as Brad clutches at his now bloody, ruined palm.

“You know the rules, Brad,” Charles says, “Second chances only for those that prove themselves. And if you waste it, then you’re done. You touch someone against their will, the hand you used to do it pays the consequences. You're damn lucky that it was me and not Crystal who heard first, because at least you can still see. Now fucking scatter, and don’t you dare show your face on this side of the tracks again.”

Brad looks like he wants to argue with Charles, to shout at him, but also like he wants to cry. Understandable- there’s a bullet on the ground that is covered in his blood and viscera. 

At the end of it, he decides to run out the back door, tail between his legs.

Charles tucks his pistol back into its holster and twirls the ring of keys around his finger. "There," he says, "He'll know not to try that again."

Monty knows that he should be dropping to his knees in fear, begging Charles not to do the same thing to him when he learns what Esther set Monty up for. That now that he's seen Charles Rowland in action, he should be terrified of the consequences of the truth.

And yet, it is also one of the hottest things that Monty has ever witnessed, Charles defending other people like that. It's the first time in Monty's life when he has seen someone actually stand up for people with less power than them, taking a no and etching it into fucking concrete.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, the devil’s gonna make me a free man (gonna set me free)

I know who I am when I'm alone

I'm something else when I see you

You don't understand, you should never know

How easy you are to need

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

-Hozier, It Will Come Back

@pappelsiin @itsbitmxdinhere @rexrevri @sweet-like-h0ney-lavender @saffirez

@the-ipre @sunnylemonss @days-light @agentearthling @helltechnicality

@sethlost @catboy-cabin @secretlyafiveheadeddragon @vyther15

@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @queen-of-hobgobblers @every-moment-a-different-sound

@nix-nihili @mellxncollie @tumblerislovetumblerislife @lemurafraidofthunder

@likemmmcookies @wr0temyway0ut @thelakeswillbreakourfall

@sapphic-corgi @occasionaloneshots @troublegoblin

@cairngorm-ard @petesdragon @spacegirlsgang

@fandoms-are-my-lifestyle @frottow @sixbynine-da

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

I need ur stances on masspenn and nevyork pls pls pls begs

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE (I began frothing at the mouth and clawing at the bars of my enclosure (algebra) when I got this ask /vvvpos)

MassPenn:

old gays 🫵

both tease each other about being old despite the fact that both of them can throw out their backs by sneezing (same tho) and be bedridden for the next millennium j/exaggeration

Penn speaks German and calls Mass "Meine Meise" (My Chickadee), and Mass speaks Irish Gaelic and calls Penn "Mo Fhia" (My Deer)

Both are horny old gays. I don’t make the rules.

Pennsylvania is a tit man. Just ask Mass. Mass is definitely a muscle man and stares very respectfully whenever Penn is working out.

They are both pretty competitive when it comes to sports and basically anything else (who can call the other out on taking care of themself first)

Penn shaved his beard once and Mass still has not forgiven him to this day.

Mass plays bass and Penn has a really deep gravelly singing voice. Do with this what you will.

NevYork:

Oh how I love these two

You already know that Nev is a little shit when it comes to flirting

Cuz York CANNOT HANDLE FLIRTING AT ALL and Nev always says the most jaw-droppingly dirty, down-bad stuff, and it’s always out of completely nowhere so New York has no time to prepare himself for that.

^And when it’s not dirty flirting, it’s a simple compliment "There’s my pretty Yorkie~" and York is dead 💀⚰️🪦

York often volunteers to be Nevada’s model for his clothing

^York is also really ticklish sometimes, so Nevada makes it a point to "accidentally" tickle him when taking measurements for clothes. York still thinks that Nevada is doing it by accident.

To Nevada, there’s nothing hotter than an angry New York kicking peoples’ asses at the bar if they fuck around

Nevada has definitely told the Northeast off when he thinks that they’re making York anxious or being too rough with him. York’s POV is always: "Nev thank you I love you but please I’m not fragile you’re going to get your ass beat Nev PLEASE-"

^The one time Nevada actually got in a fight with one of the Northeasterners (it was, to no one’s surprise, Penn), Pennsylvania got thrown through a folding table. It was glorious.

[athena-xox]

Ok abbreviations:

TLOSH: The legend of shadow high (mh cross over written by Shannon hale where Brooke is the narrator)

SU: spring unsprung

TC: Thronecoming

Ouap was indeed meant to be ouat for once upon a time (not pet I’m just running on two hours of sleep rn)

When I said unmaking lava that is a reference to the legend of shadow high and Ms. Direction. Just if the narrator in once upon a time is indeed bodiless then that could be a possible explanation…….?

Or you can just accept the retcon at face value. I'm not the kind of person to just roll with ret-cons and go "oh this thing I liked doesn't exist now," but it's fine if you prefer to do that for the sake of things making sense.

You are me I am you. Other ppl will try to just say it doesn’t have to be continuous but I. Will. Make. It.

If the legend of shadow high is canon (it does contradict all the books and the show but like we can work around that…) then Brooke having hands and stuff is explicitly canon because there’s a whole passage where she’s running and breaking the fourth wall and what not

Entering the realm of exposing myself as a psycho I have created a timeline of eah and the legend of shadow high goes at the very end. Basically the legend of shadow high references the books and the show (it references the og trio of Shannon hale books as well as referencing dragon games) while also contradicting both (says her parents narrated the og trilogy when it’s explicitly one narrator as well as having never met Maddie but referencing events from the show where she would have met Maddie..).

So kind of my theory of it all working is all the eah timeline continues as it is (books, shows, diaries, social media posts etc it’s all the same continuum to me) and so that’s our two years of canon legacy day-epic winter.

And then the next year (our main cast’s senior year) sometime first semester the puppeteer (random sdcc lore yay?) captures Maddie, Apple & Raven for the Evil Queen (who has escaped… again… what is it with EAH cause the amount of times EQ has escaped or almost escaped in canon is insane) and then she sends them into a labyrinth.

This is when the lost movie comes in. Basically if you don’t know what that is it’s the crossover movie between eah x mh that never happened. But on YouTube there’s storyboards for about half the movie (I have a link to the playlist in my pinned post).

And basically we get the main 3 from eah trapped in the labyrinth by EQ and Cleo, Clawdeen & Drac go into the labyrinth to find Drac’s childhood friend Euna.

The EAH and MH gang meet as well as find Euna. Obviously the movie was going to end with EQ defeated and the worlds combined, however since we don’t ever actually see the ending I like to think that Euna actually is the antagonist and wants to separate eah & mh (I’ve got another post about this somewhere going in depth on her motives) and so she uses some form of the unmaking lava, splits the worlds apart making everyone forget about the different worlds.

And she also makes Brooke forget about being a narrator (well not being a narrator but about having narrated before), because Brooke doesn’t care to follow the rules. She will do what she has to do to save the world.

So Euna makes her forget and thus Maddie forget. And then the legend of shadow high happens. Yay

Ok I hope that made sense lol

HELP LOL THATS EXACTLY WHAT I SAID

Oooh yeah my hc for how the narrators function is basically just what we see in the storybook of legends. Meaning the live in their own world inbetween the fourth wall and the margins. They also have bodies.

Brooke was just being so unserious in her mirror blog and wanted to mess with the readers.

And then my hc for the bodiless narrator was that they were affected by unmaking lava but also like you said, bodiless could just mean not having a body in ever after. Or maybe the narrator purposely said bodiless even though they weren’t, so kitty wouldn’t try to scratch them lol

…. Apologies for rambling this probably will end up being incomprehensible 😭😭

Some Fun Facts About the Wonderlandians from the EAH Books

Maddie and Kitty can hear the narrator, but Lizzie can't. This is because, as queen, it's Lizzie's job to be bossy and bring some order to the chaos of wonderland. She "reminds things what they are when they forget." No word one way or the other on the White Queen, but I'd assume she has a similar problem.

Kitty CAN hear the narrator but spends most of her time pretending not to because:

Kitty does not like being narrated. She actively conceals her thoughts and feelings from the narrator most of the time and they have to guess based on her actions. She does have some tells though, like how she's always thinking about cheese when she licks her lips and looks up. She's also far from infallible and leaves her thoughts exposed whenever she's distracted.

Kitty has also managed to scratch the narrator before, despite them being an invisible bodiless being.

When Kitty turns invisible, she goes to a place called "Between" which is some sort of shadowland behind reality. She describes it as "a little like running, a bit like dreaming, and a lot like swimming." There is no collision In Between---you can freely move through walls and objects---and no significant gravity, since you can float. It also enables you to fast travel (1 step In Between can equal around 50 steps in reality).

It does however, make you feel weird and sleepy if you stay there for too long, and Kitty has an uncle who actually spent so much time Between that he became a permanent shadow.

The Mad Hatter can see Kitty when she's In Between. Or rather, in the words of the narrator: "He's just mad enough to THINK he can, which turns out, is very nearly the same thing."

The White Queen has a poor understanding of linear time, since it isn't linear in Wonderland. Her voicemail message says "I'm busy, call back five minutes ago."

While all three wonderlandians experience intense culture shock, Maddie has it the worst. Kitty and Lizzie are both very aloof and don't really have friends (outside each other and perhaps Maddie), but Maddie is sweet and kind to everyone, and so she has the most chances to experience Ever After's very different idea of manners. For example, Maddie was convinced for years that everyone in Ever After had really bad table manners because nobody had ever started a food fight.

Lizzie has an incredible memory, especially for things she reads, and was able to memorize the entire script of a play within 24 hours.

Lizzie has a deck of playing cards that her mother gave her with advice on them instead of numbers. Lizzie lives or dies by this advice, even when it doesn't make much sense in context, until she goes through some character development.

Sleep magic doesn't work on Maddie because she's crazy enough that her brain assumes a) she is already asleep and reality is just her dreams or b) her dreams cause reality.

Lizzie can build anything out of cards. Literally anything, and almost immediately. It's magical. She's built an entire wall out of them before. I can't remember if she has, but she definitely could build a functional bridge out of them.

All 3 Wonderlandians consider Cedar Wood a friend (best friend in Maddie's case), and would fistfight people for her.

[jasontoddsno1simp]

@jjaysontodd

Yeah, asks typically stay off because I've been on this hell site for ten years (made my first account back in 2013) and I've been subjected to some SHIT!!

Could be convinced to turn them on, though~

Anyway, the name of the game when it comes to Jason Todd is gaslight gatekeep girlboss, because there is no way in hell some of these bitches rly think he's as bad as they say he is. Especially when you compare his shenanigans to the shenanigans of characters like Bruce or even Tim.

Yes, he kills people. Yes, he can be pretty uncaring about the collateral of his plqns.

But guess what?!

SO IS EVERYONE ELSE!!

The only difference is that we, as Jason Todd enjoyers, know what we're here for.

As for the Helena stans and their beef with Jason, idk what to tell ya, mate. Well, other than it's madness, of course!!

There's definitely a convo to be had about male characters getting more space to be complex than female characters, but that's not what's going here. What's going on here is a treasure trove of fandom feminists have decided that Jason has far too many ~feminine~ traits and that he doesn't deserve to have the support he has within the fandom. Why they’ve come to this conclusion is so inane and idiotic, I refuse to dignify it with a response, but it’s that type of shit why I rly want us to go back to the days of decentralized fandom spaces. Spaces where mods actually had the power to cull and reject nonsense, before it started to spread like a virus. It wasn’t perfect (it bred an air of smug exclusivity that stank of unwashed ass), but it’s better than having to deal with assholes spreading liberal nonsense like”Jason Todd is a cop cause he kills and uses guns”.

As if cops are only dangerous because of the extra judicial killings and the apparatus most associated with them 😒😒😒

Anyway, I would bet money that most of those so called Helena stans don't even care about her like that as a character; they just hate Jason.

Which kinda sucks, cause I find Hintress - like all the Gotham vigilantes - to be fascinating characters. But my want to actually pursue any new info on her has been dead on arrival, because her stans are fucking assholes.

Bottom line, Jason’s story resonates with a lot of people. If you don’t get it or can’t bring yourself to understand, then like… Don’t. You don’t have to. The world would be so much better off if people learned that sometimes… the media you consume is just as personal as it what it says about you publicly.

[cuteniarose]

Me: *creates an OC*

Me: *heavily implies OC will meet a bad fate*

OC: *meets bad fate*

Me:

(Alternatively, I may have started it, but @katkastrofa enabled me and now I’m losing my mind)

[velvetjune]

judging people who played alan wake 2 solely on if they loved the musical sequence or not

[chibishortdeath]

Hmmm I kinda want to make a side blog for RPG Maker game development related things to be able to talk to more experienced people in that community, but at the same time I both don’t really think I’d get much attention and don’t want to accidentally spoil my own game (^^ ; ).

I have a rough story, concept doodles, a tileset, some character sprites, an enemy that walks around but can’t initiate battle yet (if I even decide to have a battle system), a couple rooms with some events, and a functioning run button, but I’m still lost on how to do much else at the moment. Especially since this program has the ability for scripting, meaning I’ll probably have to learn and actually retain another coding language.

So, I’m not very far at all lol. Idk how well that’d go over on the established fandom website, but eh.

[donnatroyyyy]

Batman has/had some kind of miscommunication going on with every single one of his kids. The bat family is just one big miscommunication trope after the other.

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I’ll make myself tea, drink half of it, forget it, and then be less sure what i want to do when I find it again three hours later

[bobzora]

yeah femc has some really solid romance routes but i just cannot be assed to care too much because there are some crazy level yuri goings on in this game