#I feel like I've been very inactive on here I'm sorry

[foryouwereinmysong]

For as long as the trees throw down blossoms and leaves I know there will be a parade of unpainted dreams

The years have passed so quickly One thing I've understood I am only learning To tell the trees from wood

[barrenclan]

sorry if this is spoilers bc we might learn more later. I'm super confused with Rainhaze's thought process. When he was saying its pointless. like. I get not wanting to go back bc he killed his mom. but what did that have to do with Asphodelpaw? Couldnt he just walk away? Did he see her and decide he wanted to be part of Defiance? And this was the tipping point to prove it? I'm super confused. Was it because if she left she'd tell someone? I assume we'll get a better explanation later?

Absolutely! I've actually been waiting for a chance to really dig into this. Like Rainhaze himself, his issue is written with a lot of confusion and uncertainty, and it's not very straight-forwardly, so I understand why his motivations are easy to miss. So here it is!

Firstly; Rainhaze as he existed in BarrenClan and Rainhaze as he is now are two very, very different beasts. Obviously he's still the same person, but he's gone through a mountain of trauma, violence, and was forced to confront the fact that if pressed, he would kill a family member - even his own mother. Sure, in the moment he was threatened into doing it, but it opens the possibility that he'd even do that. Maybe he would've done anything to protect his family then, but it's been a long time.

Then, over many months, he's subjected to propaganda, murder, and terrible treatment. His mental state from where he was when he killed Dustfeather is massively changed. He's depressed, listless, and much more willing to kill. Not only that, but Defiance propaganda has worked on him.

(Issue 24)

With so much constant killing in his life, and being constantly vulnerable, he begins to see death as a good thing. Something that ends suffering, something that doesn't really matter in the end.

(Issue 28)

So now we're at Issue 31. Rainhaze is in a "doldrum", like Ranger says (a period of inactivity or lethargy). He's so torn between his new life and new beliefs, and his old regrets and old connections to BarrenClan, that he's basically attempting to end his own life through inactivity. Ranger doesn't want this. Here's his plan:

Ranger knows that BarrenClan lives opposite the forest, across the prairie. He specifically orders Rainhaze to "kill something", planting that idea in his mind. He's hoping that Rainhaze will find one of his Clan members, and make the decision to kill one of them. This would push Rainhaze over into whatever full breakdown Ranger wants, and solidify his ties to Defiance. And that is what happens. So why did Rainhaze make that decision?

We already have the basis of an incredibly traumatized Rainhaze. He views himself as he is now, and who he used to be, as different people. And he belives that's completely beyond redemption.

Yes, all those months ago he promised he was suffering in Defiance for his family and Clan, but it's really hard to hold onto those noble morals when you're being put through hell every day. Rainhaze hasn't even seen his family in months. They don't seem real to him anymore.

Then he is finally confronted by Asphodelpaw, the symbol of everything he's put himself through torture to protect, and all he wants to do is go back to Defiance. And here we go, getting to these lines;

Rainhaze is a coward.

He's separated from Deepdark and Ranger, by at least several days. He could absolutely come home with Asphodelpaw and warn all of BarrenClan - they could evacuate in time, be far away by the time Defiance arrives on their territory. But then he'd have to face his family, face his sister whose mother he violently murdered. Have to stand there and have them look at him and know him and see the scars on his body.

When he says, "this is vile, pointless, irredeemable, monstrous", he understands that killing Asphodelpaw is a disgustingly cruel action. He knows that. He understands that he's choosing Defiance over her, and over them. But that's the choice he feels he needs to make to protect himself. He's not thinking about his family any more.

So he does something so completely vicious and irredeemable that he is forced to choose Defiance. Because there's no way that any BarrenClan cat would forgive him for this. There's no way he would forgive himself for this.

And thus, Rainhaze figures himself out, and burns every other bridge entirely. He makes his choice.

[eldragon-x]

🐊 krook 🔁 krook

🐊 krook

I don't remember following this Pokemon, they keep posting mushy inspirational screenshots and quotes

🐊 krook

they were previously rottenworld? I see how it is. another idiot falling into the trap of telling yourself everything will be fine and the world is worthwile. im so sick of this. soon you will all see the ugly truth

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🍎 guildmaster-wigglytuff 🔁 kingofdarkness

🌑 kingofdarkness

Another successful day of working in Team Teal! ^_^ Funfact: I learned today that the team name was inspired by the color of the glow of the Time Gears ⚙️ My team mates were hesitant to tell me more about it though.

🍎 guildmaster-wigglytuff

That's great, Darkrai! TOOM-YAH!

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#guild associates #motivation #funfacts

🍃 paradise-virizion 🔁 lopunnycharm

💗 lopunnycharm

Reblog this if you support trapping Pokemon in ruins! ✨

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🤡 paradise-emolga 🔁 lake-guardian

⚙️ lake-guardian Follow

Pokemon are upset at me for including Team Charm on the list of explorers with issues. I'm sorry but you can't brush off their actions as "girlbossing". I promise you there are other admirable female dungeon treaders you can support, like Octillery or Virizion.

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#wait I need to do something funny

🍃 paradise-virizion

Having a moment, but I don't think I could ever express enough how much joining an adventure team has helped me. I was at a real lowpoint when I became a part of Team Scales and would reject everyone around me but thanks to them, I learned to open up and trust in other Pokemon again.

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#delete later

🌈 chasingafterhope

Sorry for my recent inactivity, I've been busy getting in touch with some old friends and moving to Air Continent. I don't know if I'm ever gonna start posting regularly again, might abandon this blog altogether, but I'm glad Pokemon appreciate it. Have a nice day!

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#personal #madoka tag

🪦 dustnoir 🔁 forest-clock

🏅 expedition-society-official Follow

its been really dire lately if i'm honest. legendary pokemon all over the world are turning to stone and we still have no idea who could be behind it and im very worried for the kids here. i dont know why ampharos thought it would be a good idea to let them join i just feel like everythings getting worse

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wrong blog

🌺 forest-clock Follow

Time traveller here! It will pass but you have to make it through The Voidlands first 👍

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#predictions #future posting #dark matter incident #friend tag #reblog #expedition-society-official

[hopefulromances]

I Feel You - Jamie Tartt x demi!Reader

A/N: Hello to my faithful followers! I'm sorry I've been so inactive for the past couple weeks I've been down in the dumps and sorta uninspired.

But the crazy thing is I've hit 1k followers! What? How is that even possible! I'm planning to put together a little celebration soon but for now, here's an unrequested fic that I wrote featuring a demi!reader on the acespec!

See y'all soon!

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns), Drunkenness, I think that's it

OooO

Jamie had to be the lamest footballer in the world. It was a Friday night and instead of going out and finding a club to get drunk at, he was sitting on his couch reading a bloody book. Fucking Roy Kent had gotten to him, that bastard. He wasn’t expecting anyone to come by so when there was a knock on the door, Jamie was surprised. 

There on his doorstep was (Y/N). Pacing, wobbly, back and forth seemingly trying to take off her shoes without sitting down. 

“(Y/N)?” He opened the door, turning on the porch light. 

(Y/N) was someone Jamie had been friends with for a long time. Longer than anyone else, maybe. She’d grown up with im in Manchester, and gone to college in London when he got called up. When he was busy being a prick and cutting people out of his life, she stayed, refusing to be cut. And here she was, drunk on his doorstep. 

She spun in spot, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. “Jamie!”

She fell forward onto him in a sloppy hug. Jamie caught her in his arms, realizing with a chuckle that she was beyond wasted. He hoisted her up so she was tucked into his side so he could properly assist her while closing the door and turning off the lights. 

“Jamieee,” She sang, sweetly, pulling Jamie with all her might to get them to topple over.

“At least one of us had a good night,” Jamie muttered. 

“It was ‘meh’,” (Y/N) admitted, shrugging. “Felt all wonky all night.”

Jamie pulled her into his bathroom, sitting her down on the toilet seat. She slumped back, as it finally feeling her exhaustion. He filled up his water cup and handed it to her, having to help her put her hand on and grip the cup.

“Drink,” he instructed. 

“It’s like, I’m over here, looking and waiting,” she continued, pausing for a second to glug down a large sip of water. “And everyone else is over there. Falling in love, dating, kissing, and I’m just,” she made a raspberry with her mouth.

Jamie found a cloth and the bottle of makeup remover she’d left at his house one time, dabbing some of the serum on the cloth. He walked back over to her, kneeling so he could be at eye height with her. 

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, starting to dab at her face like she’d taught him. 

“Why can’t I feel that, Jamie?” She whined, leaning into his touch. “Why can't I just find a dude and just kiss him? What’s wrong with me?”

Jamie frowned, pausing his dabbing for a moment. “What do you mean, darling?”

“I just mean,” now she was frowning too. “I try to go on dates, hook up with random guys, and I just feel… nothing.” Jamie, pursed his lips, moving the cloth gently over her face. Her eyes fluttered closed as he swished over her eyelids delicately. “But I’m so tired of waiting… I don’t want to settle anymore.”

“You shouldn’t have to settle,” Jamie agreed softly. 

“But I also don’t want to be alone forever,” she opened her eyes and Jamie stopped washing her face. 

“You won’t be alone forever,” he droned. This was a conversation they’d had before. She was afraid she’d never find the one, and Jamie reassured her that she would. Of course, she would. She was beautiful, and funny, and headstrong in all the important ways.

“I’ve only ever liked one person, in my whole entire life,” she hiccuped. “And he…” 

“He what, love?” Jamie went to stand but she grabbed onto his pants, stopping him from moving away. He looked down and she looked very small. He’d never seen her look so small before. 

“He’s been my best friend since we were kids,” she muttered, looking up at him. “When I look at him, I feel this flutter in my chest. And no matter how hard I try to feel that with other people, I just can’t.” She looked between his eyes. “I can’t.” 

Jamie could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing in his ears. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? She couldn’t be. Either way, she needed to go to bed. 

“You… uh… you can stay here tonight, yeah?” He took the cup from her hand and filled it back up. “I’ll go put out some sleep clothes in the guest bed.” 

She looked disappointed when he didn’t acknowledge her rambling, but she nodded, taking a pitiful sip from her cup of water. He watched her a moment before pounding on the sink and walking out to grab a shirt for her. 

As he set up the bed for her, his mind was racing through what she had said. The best friend from childhood that she’d liked forever. It couldn’t be him… could it? Not after everything he’d put her through. 

When he walked back to the bathroom, she’d fallen asleep on the toilet. Chest rising and falling steadily, her eyelashes resting against her cheeks. His chest fluttered as he looked at her, a gentle smile coming over his lips. He slid one arm under her legs and another around her back, resting her head on his shoulder. She curled into him immediately, nestling her nose into his neck. 

He brought her to the room, he’d set up maneuvering her carefully so he could take her clothes off. She’d changed in front of him before, felt comfortable around him, but he still was careful of his hands and quickly putting on more comfortable clothes.

She mumbled incoherently as he laid her down and pulled the covers over her. His hand rested on her cheek for a moment, her face slightly flushed from her night out. He was tempted to get in the bed with her, keep her safe and warm in his arms but he swatted that thought away quickly. Instead he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple.

The next morning when he woke up, he went to check on her, but she wasn’t in the room. Then he heard humming and the smell of bacon filling the air. He padded down the steps and saw her in the kitchen, cooking and sipping on his coffee like she owned the place. He shoved his tongue in his cheek to stop himself from laughing as he watched her. 

She spun around, dancing to the song in her head, yelping and freezing when she saw him. 

“Oh!” She sighed, throwing her hand over her heart when she realized it was him. “Jamie! You scared me.” 

“Scare you? This is my house, you know,” Jamie laughed, leaning across the island. 

She rolled her eyes, sliding a cup of coffee across to him. “Two creams, one sugar, yeah?”

Jamie looked down at the coffee, knowing Roy would kill him if he took a sip. ‘Your body is a temple’ and ‘caffeine is a drug’ and whatever, but she was looking at him so sweetly there was no way he could say no to it. So, he reached down and took a sip. 

“That’s it, yah,” it tasted perfect. No one else made his coffee like she did. “Do you know how you ended up here?”

She slowed her cooking for a second. He couldn’t see her face, she was turned facing the wall, but he saw her back tense just the slightest bit. 

“Uh… I don’t remember, really,” (Y/N) answered. “Just woke up here… figured it was just where I thought I’d be safest.” 

Jamie felt his cheeks heat up, trying to hide it by taking a sip of his coffee. “You, eh, were out with the girls?” 

She turned around, sliding the bacon onto the two plates she’d set out. She was deep in thought, he could tell by the way she picked the skin off her lip, reaching up to pull a piece of hair out of her face. 

“Yeah…” she whispered. “It was Larsen’s birthday. Wanted to go have a hot girl night. Find some guys to go home with.”

Ah. Now he got it. She’s gone out with her friends and they’d all gone home with guys and she was left alone. She was upset because she thought she was unwanted. He grimaced at her. 

“Did Larsen ditch you again? I told you to stop hanging out with her,” Jamie comforted, reaching to grab a piece of bacon. (Y/N) didn’t answer, she just stared down at the greasy meat on her plate. “Oh, c’mon, (Y/N), you can’t really believe that because of one bad night that no one wants you.” 

She furrowed her brow, shaking her head. “No that’s….” She looked up at him, looking back and forth between his eyes. “Do you really think that I couldn’t find one person to go home with?”

Now Jamie was confused. He pursed his lips, not sure how to answer. 

“He was great. Attractive enough, I suppose, saying all the right things,” she mumbled, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. “We chatted for a while. But I just felt… nothing.” Her fist open and closed as she fought the nervous energy. “He was kissing me, holding me, doing all the things that should have made me feel… something. But it was like… I felt nothing! It was like there was something blocking my brain from just latching onto something random.”

“He was… kissing you?” Jamie cringed as he said it. He wasn’t sure exactly why he’d said it and she looked at him like she was crazy. 

“Yes, he was,” she scoffed, running a hand through her hair. “He wanted to do a lot more but I couldn’t feel it. I didn’t feel anything.” She rested her elbows on the counter, her head in her hands. “God, what is wrong with me? Every other person we went out with went home with whatever stranger they’d met that night. But me? I feel so… stunted.” 

Jamie was surprised by her sudden admission. It wasn’t something he’d felt before, but he wanted her to feel the things he felt for her. The care and softness that he felt for her. 

“I know I want it,’ she continued. “I feel it sometimes… for… one person. He knows me and I know him. And I try to get myself to get over it, to feel it for someone else. Anyone else, but no matter how hard I try. I just… can’t feel it.” She shook her head, pushing herself off the island. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from.” 

Jamie stayed still for a moment, figuring out his thoughts. 

“S’okay,” he finally responded. “I’m sorry you feel like that, you deserve to feel loved and wanted.”

Her eyes snapped back up to his, her cheeks turning red, spreading up to her ears. Jamie moved around to the other side of the island so he was right next to her, leaning against her side. She kept staring straight forward, her eyes turning shiny with unshed tears. 

“You said… there was one person,” he implored, pursing his lips into a duck shape. “One person who you felt something for.” 

She nodded, not speaking, brushing her eyes furiously. 

“Who… who is that person,” he asked. 

She let out a shaky laugh, cocking her head before looking up at him. 

“I think you know,” she replied quietly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. He looked at her, letting his hand slide down to intertwine with hers. Her breathing hitched and her chest started to heave. “Jamie, wait, please.” She stared at their entwined hands, scared that it was going to go away. “I can’t… I’m not like other girls. I can’t give you what you want, not right away, maybe not for a long time.” 

Jamie shook his head, moving his free hand up to touch her face. “I don’t want that, all I want is to make you feel loved. All I want is for you to feel how you deserve to feel. And I’m willing to wait however long it takes, and to do whatever it takes to make sure that you feel that love.”

“Oh, Jamie,” she gasped out, reaching up to touch his face too. They stood in the kitchen, the soft morning light dappling in through the windows, holding each other's faces. He looked between her lips and her eyes. “Jamie?”

“Yeah?”

“You can kiss me.”

His eyes were big and wanting as he looked at her. “Are you sure? Like really sure, like you aren’t just saying it to make me happy?” 

“No, Jamie, I want it.”

The words scarcely left her mouth when he cut her off, pressing his lips to hers. And there it was. She felt it. She felt that electricity that her friends had talked about. It rocked through her, stealing her breath away as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his coming to creep up her back, lifting her up slightly. 

“Can you feel that, love?” he hummed, in between kisses. “Can you feel how much I love you?” 

“I can feel it,” she responded, pulling back to look up at him. “I can feel you.” 

[scarletwinterxx]

loving you is easy - mark lee imagine

hiiiii, 127 cb i have been summoned😅 for the past few weeks i've been inactive on all socmeds, sorry for the very few and slow posts. anyways, let's talk Fact Check haha what's your fave track? i think mine's Parade. the vocals in that one is soooo good.

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"It's one plane ride away, I'll be there in 3 months"

"That's 3 months too long" he grumbles, still pouting as he zips the last of his luggage. Mark hated being away for you, too many days and nights your time zone's don't line up. By the time it's morning for you, he'll be saying goodnight.

But now, things are about to change. This will be the last time you're saying goodbye to him for a long time but he doesn't know that. For now it's your little secret.

"It'll fly by fast, just like every other time. Now come here and give me cuddles, stop pouting like a kid" you tease him, opening your arms to welcome him.

Feeling his arms go around you, you further confirmed a fact you've known for years. The two of you can be continents away from each other, but your heart will always stay with one another. Mark really has become your home and in his arms are where you feel the safest and most loved.

"If you're sad then it's gonna make me sad, I don't want the last night to be all tears" you tell him, feeling his embrace tighten against you. He kisses the top of your head a few times before letting you go.

"You're right, sorry. No more sulking, it's just 3 months then you'll come to me" he smiles at you, the cute little dimple you love so much appearing on his cheek. You stand on your tiptoe to kiss it, savoring the warmth of him against your lips.

And you were right, the 3 months did fly by fast. Mainly because you were busy packing your apartment to move to another continent. You didn't keep much apart from your stuff and some of Mark's. It's kind of hard to travel with everything so you got rid of what you can.

The only person who knew you were coming was Johnny, who is currently waiting for you at the airport. Easily spotting the 6 foot Chicago guy from a distance.

"There she is! About time you got here, I don't think I can take another day of Mark whining about how much he misses you" he jokes, giving you a quick hug and taking your stuff to carry it himself.

"He doesn't know I'm coming, I'm suppose to fly out this weekend" you tell him while following behind

"Oh believe me I know, he won't let us forget"

You chuckle at his story, just thinking about surprising Mark makes you grin.

He dropped you off at Mark's apartment, you're familiar with the place since you've stayed here every time you fly over. What he doesn't know is you're here to stay with him for good.

It did took a lot of courage to make this decision but you didn't doubt it for a second. You know there's no other place you'd rather call home than where he is.

For a couple of hours you rested, cleaned the few dishes on the sink and picked up the towel he threw on the floor. A habit you knew he had, you've had that talk with him more than a few times and he always promises he won't do it again. You let him off the hook, for now.

You were in the bedroom when you hear someone by the door. Mark entered his place, tired from the whole day of work to notice the other pair of shoes by the door.

He threw his bag by the couch, along with his coat. He then walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, resting against the counter while he drinks and take a moment to look around.

This time he notices the dishes he was suppose to do this morning was gone. He brushed it off thinking he must've just forgotten he already did it. He then walked to the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the towel that he definitely threw by the bed this morning. He remembers it because he's been thinking about it all day and how you'll be mad if you found out he threw it on the floor yet again.

He looks around, checking to see anything missing or different just in case someone broke in. But who would clean up if they're here to steal, he thoughts.

Mark then walks towards the bathroom to check, nothing there too so he walks back the bedroom. Just when he was about to go outside, you jumped out of your hiding spot to surprise him

"SURPRISE!"

"WHAT THE F- OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE" you didn't even get the chance to walk towards him because he's already running to you. Picking you up in an embrace.

"Is this for real or am I dreaming?" you hear him mumble

You giggle, patting him on the back so he could put you down. "This is real silly. I'm really here" you tell him.

He grabs you by the face and kisses you. As his lips lands on yours, he knew this was really real. You're actually here with him.

You can feel him smile against your lips, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. Too many days wish he was with you, now he's here and you're not going to let go that easily.

He walks backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. Landing on it gently with you still in his arms. You straddle his legs while the two of you get lost in each others kisses.

"Okay okay wait a sec" you giggle, pushing your lover away gently. Mark follows your lips though, kissing you a few more times before he lets you go but not too far.

"When did you get here?" he asks you

"Today, Johnny picked me up at the airport so I could surprise you" you tell him, your hands intertwine around his shoulders.

"I could've come and pick you up" he pouts.

Oh your sweet sweet boy.

You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his. Feeling like you're on cloud nine now that you're back together.

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise" you tell him, speaking of surprise you can't wait to see his reaction once you tell him your news.

"How long are you staying? I can take a few days off so we can go out" he tells you excitedly.

For you he would do just about anything. He can put his world on pause, stop everything for you.

"About that..."

"What? You can't stay that long?" he asks, already feeling sad but he tries not to let you see it.

"Actually, I'm not gonna go back" you tell him, not sure how to break the news to him either

"Huh?"

"Surprise number 2 I guess, I wanted to tell you for months now but I waited until everything is settled. So yeah. I'm here to stay, that is if you're looking for a roommate?" you ask

Mark didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, your words still processing in his mind.

"You mean you're staying here, with me ? Here? and you're not going to fly back? You're staying with me?"

You can't help but laugh lightly at him, pulling him closer once again to kiss him

"I'm gonna stay right here" you whisper, looking straight into his eyes.

"But what about your work? your friends? I can't ask you to leave your life there"

"Baby you're not asking me, I want to. I have friends here too, I can call my friends there and we can visit them. Plus you're my bestfriend. As for work, it just so happened they were looking for someone to relocate here to Korea. It was like fate wanted me to be here"

"Are you sure? I don't want you to give up everything, I don't mind the flights-"

"You do, I do. We both do. We just never said it outloud because we didn't want to be sad, but all I can think of when you're not around is how much I want to be with you. To be honest it's harder for me to be there than moving here where I know I could be with you"

He looks at you, trying to find the words to say

"Are you really really sure?" he asks again

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't. So you're stuck with me, for good" you tease a smile out of him

"It's hard for me too. It's the hardest when I'm so tired and I come back here and all I can think of is how much I want to come home to you. Every flight away from you was never easy"

"I know"

"So I guess this is your anniversary present?" he jokingly asks, you get off of his lap to stand up.

"It'll be hard to top this one" you joke

"I can just ask you to marry me" he says ever so casually, not missing how your cheeks reddened. You hit him lightly making your boyfriend laugh

"Hey, that's not fair"

"You're the one who's stuck me, you know I'm never letting you go now?"

"Good, cause I'm not going anywhere. Here's to 7 more years"

He smile at you before standing up to hug you again,

As you stare at each other eyes you can't help but feel this warm sensation in your chest. You really are home.

"I read somewhere that our cells change every 7 years or so" you mumble, he hums waiting for you to continue

"It's been 7 years since we first met, and until now I still feel the same way about you. I want every cell in my body to know what it feels like to love you, I want it to never forget how warm and lovely it feels it be in love with you. 7 years from now, 14 years and until the last cycle of this life, I want all of me to love all of you"

He stares at you, soaking each word coming out of your lips like a spell enchanting him. Making him fall even deeper in love with you.

"You know they say love isn't easy, but loving you is easy. It's like it's the only thing my heart and soul was made for. Every thought in my head, awake or even in my dreams, is always you" he tells you.

You can feel the tears starting to build up from too much happiness you're feeling right now.

"Wanna hear something crazy?" you mumble

"Do tell" he chuckles

"If you ask me to marry you right now, I'd say yes"

He smiles at you before closing the distance once again, like he just sealed a promise. Speaking a silent vow to make that come true, maybe tonight or tomorrow or 7 days/months from now. All he knows is he will live this life with you.

[space-australia-stories]

I'm... Alive?

Hello! It has been 5 years since I've last posted to this blog (holy crap). I feel very guilty, because I am still very active on Tumblr over at my personal blog, so my experience over the last few years has been such that every once in a while I look at this blog and think: "I should pick that back up again".

Well. I think finally it's time to stop thinking and time to start doing? My life has changed so much since I was here last. I graduated college, found a job doing what I love (satellite mission operations!), and moved across the country. I feel like I've grown so much since I started this blog, but this has been something I've always wanted to return to. I think this marks the revival of space-australia-stories?

To anyone who has been following me for a while and only gotten crickets and inactivity, I'm sorry. For those that followed me recently, I hope I can start to give you new content that you'll enjoy. I have asks in my inbox that have been collecting dust, so I want to get those out before anything else, but I'm excited to be here again!

[roquewithq]

INTRO: DEFINITIVE EDITION

Hello!! Good morning, evening or night!!

My name is Roque, and, today, I will make a DEFINITIVE pinned post, because I think my carrd and other intros did not suffice.

Here is an introduction to my identity, and if I seem interesting to you, maybe we could be friends!!

I am Roque,

I am 16 years old(26/03),

He/Him,

Bisexual (With no particular preference [Although that's just an easy answer], I think),

and from Mexico!! More specifically, from Mexico City. (My first language is Spanish, but as you can see, I can also speak English, and a little bit of Esperanto.) I am also on the autism spectrum.

I mostly listen to Rock in Spanish, although I also listen to Post-Punk, Jazz, and Blues

Among my favorite artists and bands, you will find;

-Patricio Rey Y Sus Redonditos De Ricota (ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!)

-Nicolás y Los Fumadores

-Depresión Sonora

-BB King

-Luis Alberto Spinetta

-Pappo

-Among others....

I enjoy writing and drawing, though in a place like Tumblr, it's nothing special. I too have a minor interest in philosophy.

I also play the guitar!! I own a Yamaha electroacoustic guitar, a generic Stratocaster, and a Cort CR100

And, as any normal teenager, I also like videogames [Garry's Mod, Ultrakill, Half-life 1 and 2, Cry Of Fear, Afraid Of Monsters, Shrine 2, Grand Theft Auto (3, Vice City, San Andreas)].

WHAT CAN BE OBSERVED IN THIS BLOG?

More recently,I've gotten into HOMESTUCK, maybe unfortunately

Random thoughts and feelings I have

Things about electric guitars

Drawings (very rarely)

Etc

I SUPERBLY WANT NEW FRIENDS!!

These past few days I've been feeling very lonely, so, I really really want people to add to my small list of friends!

It doesn't really matter who* you are, I would love to be your friend!! I am available most days, but might be inactive because of school.

I promise to be a good friend!!

*DNI

-Basic DNI criteria (Queerphobes, r4cists, proshippers, etc)

-Anyone over 18 [I'm sorry, but I just don't feel comfortable talking to adults]

I don't believe I have much else to say... But, oh! Here's my carrd, too! It's themed after ¡Bang! ¡Bang! ... Estás Liquidado, an album by Patricio Rey y Sus Redonditos de Ricota!

https://roquewithq.carrd.co

Alright, that is all, please have an excellent day, evening or night.

Signed, Roque

[algea]

Even Ghouls Get Sick

a/n: sorry I've been so inactive, school is very stressful, please excuse me

reposts are greatly appreciated!!!

a request by @zoro-wifey18

here's a lovely little song to go with it

pairings: sick! simon ghost riley x fem!reader (reader is over 18)

warnings: lots and lots of fluff...Simon is sick and extra clingy

Simon was sick. His head was spinning like a fucking merry-go-round when he woke up, that's how he knew he was sick. He had never really experienced migraines, deeming it that he was "too young" to get them. But when he woke up, the pounding in his head made it very clear a migraine was what was happening. He groaned as he sat up, clutching his head in his hands. Simon shuffled to the bathroom, the feeling of vertigo washing over him once more. Slowly, he brushed his teeth and combed through his hair once, then pulled his balaclava on. He then threw some shoes on and heaved himself out of his barracks and over to yours.

A heavy banging on your door woke you up. You groaned and shot out a 'hold on.' Dragging yourself out of bed, you opened the door, half expecting it to be Soap with your morning coffee. Instead, it was your loving husband, Simon Riley.

"Simon? What the fuck are you doing here so early, baby?" You whispered, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him inside. You shut the door and then reached up, tugging off the balaclava and let it drop by your side. He blinked before responding gruffly,

"Massive fucking migraine, I feel like shit."

You frowned and rubbed a thumb across the top of his hand. Slowly, you then wrapped your arms around him, where then he slumped against you. "Oof. Let's get you laid down, big boy." You half-joked, guiding him over to your bed. You felt his forehead, only touching it slightly to find his skin already damp with sweat.

"Christ Simon, you're burning up." You exclaim, standing up and walking over to the medicine cabinet, grabbing ibuprofen and syrup for a cold. Filling a glass of water up, you make your way back to your husband, who had already tossed his shoes and shirt somewhere unknown.

"Here you are, love. I know you hate the syrup, but I can't have you feeling like shit." You sighed, dropping the tablets in his hand and lifting the glass to his lips. His hand covered yours as he took a sip with the tablets in his mouth. You then filled the cup for the syrup up, and tilted it into his mouth, where he swallowed it with a slight cringe. Before you could set the cup down, his arms softly attacked your waist, pulling you down beside him. You let out a tiny gasp, then a small giggle as he snuggled into you.

"Simon, honey, you could've let me put the cup down at least." You laugh. In response, he only let out a grunt, pressing his face into your shoulder more. You sighed in defeat, letting the large man take over your bed. You ran your fingers through his soft locks, letting your nails softly scratch his scalp. Simon let out a soft groan, tilting his head back towards your hands.

The two of you laid in that position for another hour and a half, at least until you decided to tell Price that Simon was out for the day.

"Honey." You called to him softly, sliding your hands across his shoulders.

"Will you let me get up? I need to tell Price you're out for the day." You asked.

"No." Simon replied curtly, squeezing your waist slightly.

"Baby, I've gotta let him know you're sick." You pressed.

"No." And he pulled you closer.

"Sweetheart, you'll suffocate me to death squeezing me like that."

"Don't care." His hand cupped the back of your head.

"Simon..." The other hand trailed down your spine, making you shiver. A sigh left your lips before you forced him off of you, much to yours and his disappointment.

"I'm real sorry hon, but I've gotta tell Price." You muttered, going into the bathroom and brushing through your hair once. You then pulled on a pair of shoes and Simons favorite sweatshirt, which was now yours, and kissed him on the cheek.

"It'll only be a few minutes, love, I promise." And on that note, you walked out the door.

It was only a 4 minute walk to Price's office, but you knew the path so well that you could cut it down to a 2 minute walk. By the time you had reached his office, you found that your dear friend had just brewed a pot of coffee. You knocked on the open door twice, then walked in. Price's head lifted to you, where kind eyes met kind eyes.

"Ah, Y/N, how good to see you." John smiled.

"Good morning, Captain, I hope I'm not interrupting something." You responded kindly.

"Not at all, what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"Well sir, I thought I'd tell you that Simon is sick in bed." You sighed.

"Well I'm not fucking surprised, his dumb ass didn't bring an extra set of clothes to the last mission. He was freezing his ass off, that I know for sure." Price laughed, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Of course he didn't." You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. Lord knows, your husband is known for being a bit stubborn when it comes to weather.

The two of your chatted for an extra minute before you told him that you were needed by Simon once more. This time, you cut the walk from Price's office to your barrack by 3 minutes, mostly because you were sprinting back. Opening your door, you were met with Simon's chest.

"Sorry about that, Price was chatty today." You smiled at him, meeting his blank expression.

"Don't look at me like that, Simon. I know it took a little longer that usual." You frowned, reading into his expression. You were only met with his arms lifting you up and carrying you to the bed.

"For someone who's sick, you sure are extra clingy today." You laughed.

"Piss off, can I not just give my wife some love?" Simon groaned back.

"I never said you couldn't, just saying this is more than normal."

"Whatever....I love you." He murmured, slipping his eyes shut.

"I love you too, Simon." And with that, you both fell asleep.

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a/n: I truly do apologize for not posting, school is kicking my ass, especially English (the irony, I know).

I absolutely love this request btw, it really shows the human side of Simon we probably won't ever see.

[starstruckserenity]

reverse comfort with s/o who’s a soft hugger that tries to cheer kokichi up by using his interests? ex. gaming

hi everyone!! i am so, SO sorry for the inactivity. i haven't been doing too well mentally as of late, and motivation is very hard to come by. thank you for the request, and thank you for being patient! ❤

"Y/N?" Kokichi called your name from the exterior of your door.

You had been relaxing on your couch, deciding to spend a few hours by yourself. Being able to forget about the horrors of the killing game for a while was a nice change of pace. Soon, your eyesight grew hazy. You were slowly falling into a quiet slumber, ready to embrace the euphoric feeling of a 6-hour nap...

Ouma knocked on your door rapidly, panicking to himself. He felt as though he didn't quite catch your attention, the attention he needed so desperately.

This immediately disturbed your sleep. You looked up and let out an overexaggerated sigh before getting up and opening the door.

There he was. Ouma stood there silently, staring at you with cold, hopeless eyes, his mouth drawn into a straight line. He was tracing your doorframe with his left fingertips, and fidgeting with the end of his coat with his right hand.

"Hey. I really need someone to talk to. I need you. Let me in... please." He mumbled out quickly. He looked down and let his purple locks fall over his face. He looked almost shameful. You were fairly surprised, you had never seen him so quiet, so lost for words... You were partly expecting that this was some kind of joke.

"God, Kokichi, I've never seen you this stressed. If you're just using me for the empathy I have for you, I'm gonna be pissed." You joked, cocking your head to the side.

Kokichi grimaced, his frown piercing through your heart and mind. You blinked. "Shut up. Just let me inside."

You just looked at him for a moment before ushering him inside your room, guiding him with a gentle hand.

As soon as you both got inside, he threw his arms around you and collapsed onto you without any warning. You yelped, falling back onto the sofa you were once casually resting in.

"Kokichi, seriously... What's wrong?" You half-yelled, before shutting yourself up as you felt his hair tickle your collarbone.

"You can talk to me." You whispered in a hushed tone, subtly wrapping your arms around him as you heard him sniffle into your chest.

"I hate this. I hate this, Y/N. I really do. I have to get outta here. I have to get out before they do something to me, before they kill me, I have to---" He was silenced when you started mindlessly drawing shapes onto his forearms. He watched you, melting into your embrace. He shuddered a bit at the sensation of your fingers on his skin, loving every second of it.

"It'll be fine, Kokichi. You'll make it, I'm sure of it. ...And, I mean, if it means anything, I can try my best to protect you. I care for you a lot." You caressed his hair, sliding your fingers through his thick strands. "I'm here for you, always."

He lifted his head up slowly, glancing up at you with shiny eyes and a weepy nose.

"Do you really mean that?" He blubbered out, gripping onto your shoulders tightly.

You kissed his tears away. "I do. And if anything were to come in between us, I'd do anything in my power to shut them up." You mused, attempting to peak his interest.

"Wowww~ you'd really do that...? For me?" He began to giggle and kick his feet slightly. "That's real cute of you, Y/N." He twirled his hair playfully before grinning lightly.

It seemed like he was back to his normal, goofy self. But you wanted to make sure he was completely, undoubtedly, 100% okay.

You looked down at him. "How about we go outside, yeah? It's nice out." You pointed to your dimly-lit window that was secluded by shades. You continued, "I'm sure we could find someone to mess with..."

"...You know me so well. I'd love to~!" He popped up from your chest to get a better view of you. Finally, you were able to get a good look at him. This was the first time you've seen Kokichi's smile in the past few hours. You couldn't lie and say that you didn't miss it.

You leaned down, kissed him, and smothered him between your chest one last time. After a few moments, you found each other stepping towards the door, hand in hand.

But before you could let the door close behind the two of you, you heard him whisper a quiet, "Thank you, I love you."

[nervocat]

Hey guys, so I'll be announcing smth rlly important here so pls read this. Just know I get personal on my end but I keep it relatively vague.

I've been feeling very very stressed all month and it's worsened a LOT for this week even tho it is only Tuesday. I'm slacking on my work, sleeping the day away, it's been kinda hard to just get up and do things and I just wanna try and get myself together again before I go down that dark hole again like 7th grade.

It's a very scary thought to me bc I've worked so hard to climb out of that said hole and I don't want to go back down it, if that analogy makes sense (analogies help me understand myself better for some reason).

I've also been feeling very lonely lately and for that reason I've kinda just been shutting myself away?? Online and irl too and while I'll probably be just here to read things, you guys can still send in asks just expect replies to be (possibly very) slow. Just need to get it out of my head that just bc mutuals don't acknowledge me or talk with me as much as they used to doesn't mean they hate me (I hope).

I could ramble on abt how much is going on with my mental health rn and for that very reason I'll be cutting myself off here. I'd honestly love if you guys still talked to me but just be aware, as said before, replies WILL probably be slow (sorry arii for leaving your ask from yesterday sitting in my inbox 😭😭).

I might (very slim chance) post works so I'm not saying this is a hiatus per se, just a needed break if that makes sense. I might be active on my other blog (@benefactordreams) bc that's where I can talk abt ocs and stuff but that's also a big big maybe. I like to write stuff for fun to cope :,))

But yeah, just putting this out there so you guys aren't worried abt my inactivity. Love you guys(/p) and I hope you're all well. I'll see you either in my inbox or when I come back fully

[deftosweet]

James Howlett (Wolverine) Headcanons!

Author's note: I'm sorry for the inactivity, I really didn't feel like writing anything and I had a huge artistic block, but here I am! This time writing about a character from a different fandom. I hope you guys like it! ^_^ (PD: Happy Valentines day!)

Sooooo, how about Logan having a crush on you?

I definitely don't think his attitude would change much...he would still be rude (?) lmao

...But without a doubt he'll be more attentive to you than usual.

The kind of person who asks you if you ate something, if you say no, he would get mad at you, lol

I don't think he knows how to cook very well by the way. He only knows what is necessary to take care of himself. (And don't burn the place down)

The biggest change in Logan's behavior are the nicknames he uses for you, they become less mocking and a little more tender, but just a little bit.

He complains about everything with you, but he does this because he likes to find some comfort. Even if Logan is the only one who talks when he's upset.

I like to think that he doesn't like having his hair touched... But if he really trusts you, he would like to receive a caress or two. Don't exceed that limit either.

I know that Logan has a super sense of smell or something... Just saying... He probably loves your scent.

If you go to give him a hug, (because I doubt he's the one who initiates them) he likes to bury his face in your hair.

...I don't think he has his hands on you, maybe he'll just stand there and pat your back a bit.

Def touch starved. Like, REALLY.

Logan would love to take your hand in his, hug you, rest his head on your shoulder... I don't think he's shy, he just doesn't do it and that's it.

He gives you subtle compliments. For example, if you say you feel ugly or something like that he would simply say, "I've seen worse."

If Logan had a phone (and your number) he'd probably leave all your messages on delivered. (Sometimes he answers with a "👍")

If you scold him for any reason he would just stand there without saying anything like a little child.

Everything he gifts you is handmade, no doubt. I think the first gift he gave you might have been a bracelet (the sockets don't match, it's a little worn, but the intention is what counts)

Over time, he'll start using phrases that you say, or things like that, but he is unconscious about it. (if you use emoticons maybe he'll learn to use them, nothing too cute, maybe a happy face and that's it)

He has lost so many people he loved that he is somewhat overprotective of you...Not excessively, but he likes to know that you are safe and that you can take care of yourself, especially if you are part of the x-men.

If you're lucky enough to make him take the initiative, he'd probably invite you on a casual date, nothing fancy or too cheesy... Maybe a picnic? Logan will be happy about it as long as you want to spend time with him.

He likes that you are there for him. From what I know, sometimes he has nightmares about his past (?)... If he trusts you, he would tell you about it, a little nervous that you would go away from him out of fear or something like that... The moment you give him a hug, that worry and doubt completely dissipates, and he hugs you back.

Author's note: That's all for today! I hope I can write more often, I don't know, we'll see! (By the way, I love Logan so much 😭) Let me know which characters you would like to see in this headcanons series! Maybe I'll do something Deadpool related in the future... Maybe... Heh.

[hungharrington]

hiatus notice !

hewwo.... hi yes jay here :)

if you're reading this, thanks for still sticking around! i know my blog has been quite quiet as of the last couple months and in an attempt to not drag out the misery, i'm finally allowing myself a little break from feeling the need to post over here.

how long you might ask? well hrmmm that is a good question. reasonably i want to say towards the end of the year as i will no longer be studying at that point or juggling multiple blogs/big series but i can also make no promises! i'm only one very disorganised human!

will u be completely radio silent!? it's not likely!! i will definitely pop on here from time to time, especially if i've had a margarita or two or been talking to aly <3 also occasionally i get an absolute rabid drive to write something filthy and i would never deny u all the pleasure of getting to read that

do u hate steve now is that what this is GASP never! how could you accuse jay of something like that!?!?! but no genuinely, steve is still my #1, i am still hopelessly endeared w him and continue to write for him outside this blog.

there is however a dip i've noticed within the fandom (likely due to being between seasons) and i am only so strong to deal with that dip. this is supposed to be my write-and-try-not-to-care-too-hard blog and due to recent inactivity, ive accidentally cared too much if someone likes my silly smut fic whoops. hopefully stepping away may help that!

but jay! i've been waiting to tell u how desperately in love with u i am ! i bought a ring and everything! well.... lucky for u i will still be accepting all love confessions <3 my ask box will continue to remain open and happy to receive any ideas or thoughts from all you lovely munchkins. i will do my best to answer them when i have the time and energy <3

ok i think that's all i have to say. i updated both masterlists as a final gift to you all 🤲 and uhhhhh oh yeah sorry about the lack of 1 year celebration! it'll happen at some point but i want to enjoy it as much as you do when we get around to it :)

ciao for now, jay x

[introdemodev]

hello guys!! sorry for the lack of posting. but im back. i always say soon this, soon that, buuuuuut you can expect some more visual updates around august. anyways, game talk below

i like being transparent about the progress of the game, so i'm just gonna say that i had to go back to the drawing board (AGAIN!) to figure out what direction i wanted the story to go in, along with what i wanted the audience to get out of the game. introdemo was supposed to be *a lot* smaller in scope, so i did very little pre-production and planning there was a lot of fluff i needed to cut out + outgrew some of the ideas i had for the game. narrowing my focus helped along with allowing myself to experiment with the story structure. i noticed i've been forcing myself to write this game linearly, and that's not how my brain works or how i write! i like using flowcharts but am i actually using them...? maybe it's better to just make notes to keep track of everything instead? so, i had to re-evaluate my writing process too.

moving on, i always planned on having different character povs, but i want to emphasize more on that. i want to say that this is one of the more important aspects of the game. an example you guys have of this in-demo (in-tro demo hehe) is when bailey briefly mentions her conversation with clyde.

i mention this a lot, but fennel has a negative perception of clyde, but characters like bailey and darcy view clyde in a positive light. there's a reason why they like him, but you're simply not going to get why if you're hanging out in fennel's head all day. and it would be boring if darcy were just to tell you that he likes clyde because of [insert reason here].

ofc, understanding a character's relationships with others doesn't always require being in their point of view. it's very easy to see where clyde and diya stand in their relationship. they're not subtle and they enjoy each other's company, even if clyde annoys diya sometimes.

blah, blah. point is, my goal is to build a 'case' for AND against each character, which i think i've done a decent job at so far.

when you're not playing as fennel, the decisions you make will still influence the story. at the moment, i still categorize these choices as 'good' or 'bad', but i plan on making this more complex. i figured out a way to have multiple endings without necessarily having to do multiple routes. and by that, i mean i'm going to rip off fallout.

in fallout 1, 2, and new vegas, depending on your actions throughout the game, you'll get different ending slides. so, you can get a mix of both good and bad endings. in fallout 2, your actions can lead to prosperity for modoc but your inaction will turn redding into a ghost town. in new vegas, you can do a legion run while having good karma or do a ncr run while having bad karma. other games do this too, but i like fallout.

this is just one of the maaaaany, many, many things i've been thinking about in regards to introdemo. before i go any further, i have to figure out what is and what isn't working.

and sorry if i discussed all of this before lol. i just feel like i had an 'aha' moment so things are beginning to piece together....

(and excuse my rambly thoughts)

[lemonisntreal]

heyo! Just found your blog and I was scrolling through your stuff and noticed your AU tone deaf. And I haven't found anything about what it is or what your idea is behind it. So I wanted to ask if you could give me an introduction to your AU!

Oh! And I absolutely love your artstyle and how you draw Buster! Anyway, hope you drink enough water and have a good day/night! ;)

Dear god this has been in my drafts for a while-

Hiya! Sorry for that lack of info lol, I'd been inactive for a long time, and the time that I actually WAS posting consistently was back when things were still being sorta fleshed out. But I've got a pretty good idea of how every single part moves at this point, so sure :D I'll give a not-so-brief summary lol [under a cut because I couldn't not dump multiple paragraphs teehee ~_~]

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Tone Deaf is like a dystopian version of Sing, if I were to put it super duper simply. One where Buster's issues get more emotional focus, and we get actual bonds with the cast because the movie forgot to do that.

Buster is, also, a lot more unhinged, fair warning. This fic's gonna contain violence and tackle some darker subjects [adjacent to grief and denial more specifically] so if it feels like I jumped a lot of sharks, it's because I 100% did.

It kinda started with me noticing how, in the actual movies btw, smaller characters like Buster and Mike had more difficulty getting around places. This led me to ask myself about how species differences could lead to struggles for certain animals since the city just isn't built for everyone [this is NOT Zootopia]. Ash's quills, and Meena's towering size were things I noticed too that would be massive problems, realistically. So after a lot of pondering, now we're here.

The world of Tone Deaf in present day is in a post-war period that's lasted about 50 years now [Crawly is actually a veteran from this war- which was more like complete and total anarchy if I'm being real, since there weren't really any sides until near the end...]

Long story short, the wealthy capitalized off of the war and taking people prisoner- so they purposefully kept it going. A resistance ended up forming to stand against this [Miss Crawly being one of the generals, with that classic missing eye] and after their army stormed the unsuspecting stronghold, the war finally began to conclude. It still took around a year after that to release all of the prisoners of war, and by the end of it all, the damage that had been done to some races was permanent. Even extinction-level in some cases- some animals just straight up don't exist anymore because of it.

Back to Calatonia. Laws that are in place to protect animals from tearing eachother apart are still relatively new, and the criminal underbelly of Calatonia is kinda out of control. Animals get kidnapped/poached, smaller animals are at a huge disadvantage and have basically no power [politically or otherwise], endangered species are a very real thing, poverty is a huge issue for most of the population- and in the middle of all this is Buster Moon.

He's gonna be the main perspective. And the story will also serve as a slight character study on him, mixed with my own grittier and batshit insane changes/headcanons/alternate universe ideas on his backstory. He's a ray of sunshine with a lot of bottled-up feelings that will kinda really take control of the story.

Buster has been arrested multiple times. He's been put in unsuccessful therapy. He's still grieving his dad. He's committing crime and compulsively lying about those illegal actions too. He has emotional difficulties that he hasn't dared try touching on in years, and he has issues with letting go- which, is kinda how all of his new problems come to be.

The threat of his theater being repossessed if his show isn't a success gets a LOT more emphasis too.

But on top of that is the added threat of Buster getting sent out of the city if he can't get his business up and running. Remember how I mentioned endangered animals?? Well Koalas are one of them. One of the big ones, actually. He's the only Koala in a city of almost five hundred thousand, and it's been that way for almost half a decade now. It's been causing issues for the people in charge for half a decade now. Koalas have government-protected settlements far away from here due to their numbers being so few, so if Buster loses the theater? That's the next step for him.

But, to help this poor dude through all the stress of life is the found-family he develops with the cast he hired. He helps them for a lot of the first act, and then they give back his kindness in the second. They connect through their similar experiences, as well as their shared passion for music and performance. And by the end, maybe Buster's okay. Or maybe he's had a complete downward spiral [not gonna speak of act three 🥰]

Other characters have also had a shift in their dynamics. Things in the story have changed. Like for instance- Gunter already knew Buster and was a close friend of him and Eddie before the show, Judith is now the mayor and a main character, Pete has been put in place of the banker in charge of Buster's accounts, Buster unfortunately gets involved in politics, Mike actually gets to bond with the cast- actually the cast gets to bond with the cast point blank period [idc what you say, this just straight up doesn't happen in the canon movies], and to top it all of is a generous helping of angst with a few acts of violence sprinkled in 🤭

The actual Act I summary is this right now:

Buster had been in tight situations before-- suffocating situations, even. He’d been in every kind of trouble imaginable, he thought. With family, friends, local businesses, the law. But he'd always wormed his way out, either through loopholes or by charm. Or usually just by stacking another lie on top of his already crumbling facade. But this time it's gonna take more than a cover-up to fix this. ‏‏‎ Buster’s dishonesty takes him too far once again, a simple typo causing him to unintentionally land himself in a wager that could cost his very life. He has two months to fix this- to ACTUALLY fix this. And the worst part is that he hadn't even meant to lie this time. ‏‏‎ The First Act of Tone Deaf.

TLDR; Buster learns to love again after experiencing the horrors of animalkind firsthand and being healed by theater kids LMFAO

[passthroughtime]

Was Sawa-sensei really the only argument Yagami had? The answer may shock you

So, few people know that I fucking despise this take. It's been fun and still can be fun to me sometimes, but as time goes, I see more and more people thinking that unironically and even hate Yagami for this, among other things.

(Huge spoilers for both games ahead. Obviously.)

And I do a lot of (over)thinking myself, as I am writing a looong fic (first three chapters already live on ao3, sorry for shameless promo), and I always love to delve into characters' motives in canon events, goes with writing exclusively canon compliant things of course, and adding to my ever existing brainworms. Moreover, I'm revisiting Judgment atm for the first time since early 2020 if I'm being correct? And I see a lot of things I've forgotten which give lots what has happened in Lost Judgment pretty damn much sense. The Sawa argument is among these things.

First things first, what was the takeaway of the first game for Yagami? His trauma at first was that he fucked up bad and felt he had lost some crucial evidence that Okubo was actually the killer, but during the events of the game it transforms into "I haven't done anything to get to the truth". His trauma, as well Kuwana's, has its core in their inaction during the critical events of their lives. They were never the same again because they didn't do anything while they could, and yes, in that regard they are wounded in the same way.

How have they both responded? In a similar way. Yagami swore to always get involved there he can do something to change the situation before it escalates. Kuwana does the opposite, he tries to punish for the mistakes already made. (Which is funny considering that Yagami as a lawyer dealt with consequences while Kuwana as a teacher had the power to navigate people's lives to prevent the same mistakes, but it's the whole other theme in itself, and has little to do with the initial one.) Let's focus on Yagami though.

The only reason why Yagami repeatedly gets involved on his own in the Lost Judgment plot time and time again, though literally nobody asked him to do so, is the lesson which he learns in the first game. He says explicitly that he wants to get to the bottom of things, and not forget about cases when a trial is done. That's the reason why he doesn't want to be a lawyer again and why he can never be one again, not full-time at least.

And then Sawa gets murdered. Yagami draws parallel to Terasawa Emi (because of course he does) and is determined to bring everyone who is responsible for her death to the light. For now, it's Soma, the direct murderer, and Kuwana, which made Sawa the connecting thread between his crimes. Yagami realizes that Sawa's death was a tool for everyone to get what they wanted, like Emi's. He references it here:

At this point, Yagami has no proof to think otherwise. He thinks that everyone has forgot about Sawa and that she shouldn't have died. The very least Yagami could do, is to make sure everyone will answer for what they did to her. He sees that Kuwana feels guilty and quite shitty that the student which he thinks so highly of was murdered. Kuwana feels responsible, and Yagami knows that someday he will break.

I think it's also important to say that at no point of LJ has Yagami says anything remotely identifying the goal of his words and actions as "murder bad", but that's more obvious than anything else though requires explanation too if I'm to be believed that Yagami isn't after justice for all the murders.

This whole scene is the Sawa argument summarized, but if you look closer, it is really the only beef he has against Kuwana.

BTW he's not as goody two shoes as you prefer to see him in LJ, if his "I get how you feel" doesn't convince you.

And then the one person Kuwana is determined to do anything for has betrayed him, right before Yagami's eyes. What does Kuwana do? Abandon Yagami when Soma has said to his lackeys to do anything so he wouldn't escape, even murder him perhaps?

Great question, Yagami. This really does contradict everything he has thought of Kuwana since forever. After, instead of a goodbye Kuwana makes sure Soma couldn't stay on the boat longer and kidnap/kill Yagami. RK had no time for that, fleeing was the priority over someone they can find some time after.

First thing Yagami does is visit Kusumoto at the hospital, where he learns she has no regard to Kuwana's life, as long as her son is safe and her crime stays uncovered. Which is fine, I guess, though it's sad because Kuwana would do anything for her and for Mitsuru, but whatever. Ehara doesn't come around too, which also understandable, though Kuwana has risked his life to give Yagami the crucial evidence, he is nothing to him and has already played his part. He is just a tool in his revenge. Wait... What?

Yes, actually it's Kuwana who is being brushed off as collateral damage by everyone. Everyone he has helped actually. And he hasn't come clean during the time before Ehara's trial (he at least could leak the information or point to the body without endangering himself, idk) nor he disappeared to save his skin.

After the trial he thanks Yagami for helping Ehara (which Kuwana wasn't able to do himself) and points to his, and Kawai's body, location. Kuwana knows damn well he can die, but getting to the one who murdered Sawa is more important to him. So, Kuwana has no one on his side, even himself.

No one is going to save him. Sure, he isn't as innocent as Emi, he has fucked some shit up. Does he deserve to disappear for good and be forgotten, or even worse, be remembered as a psycho teacher who killed his student? Yagami doesn't think so. All Yagami sees is that Kuwana desperately tries to protect everyone who did everything right or did nothing at all, every victim of bullying. He has no other motive.

Yagami takes no shit from Kuwana, he isn't afraid or angry when Kuwana threatens to blow up the warehouse (as Sugiura and Higashi for example). He knows that Kuwana isn't capable of killing anyone who doesn't deserve it, he takes no pleasure in murder and doesn't do it for personal gain. Yagami, Kaito, everyone else aren't guilty of anything which deserves death as punishment.

If not for the gang, he would set off the bomb though, I'm 100% sure. But that's besides the point.

So, returning to the question: Was Sawa-sensei really the only argument Yagami had? An answer is yes. Because he really doesn't fucking care bullies are being murdered, slay worstie. But it's not because he's such a crappy lawyer, but because he realizes the importance of a person's life above everything else. And a person who cares is not necessarily stupid or unprofessional.

You can argue all you want who was right and who was wrong. It doesn't matter for the characters.

It was never about justice. They don't argue from a legal point of view. It was about remembering about the importance of a person's life.

I beg you to look at this story from another perspective. Not as a technical coldly-perfect story it should've been. People are imperfect, and Yagami, first and foremost, a person. A person who cares. And JE with LJ as stories can be imperfect... but also realistic.

Terasawa Emi is murdered for the greater good. Sawa is murdered for selfish reasons. Kuwana is almost murdered for the both. I can't imagine Yagami would want to go through lots of red tape to do something someday. He does this something right now. Because the lives of people, living and breathing, should be protected right now and valued above what's right legally.

Please, stop looking at fiction as something which should be perfect, or make more sense, be more logical and emotionally detached than the real world. Some can be like that, but Judgment hasn't been from the start.

[majorproblems77]

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Hello! Oh man i got tagged by a bunch of people for this one hahaha

So thank you for the tag : @uniquevoidflowers, @oneweirdbookaddict, @ajscico, and @somer-writes,

As well as @lennsart, @arecaceae175, and @margindoodles2407.

This was great to come back too, I went scrolling to find you all, I hope I found everyone! :D

Alright the Wip folder. - I have a lot of Wips oh lord

To make my life easier im gonna split these up into the folders I store them in. Feel free to ask about as many as you like :)

Placeholder files - files that have a concept made

Hearts of Courage - Chain meets story

Justice

Rebuild the house - Fluff prompt

The flames of Din build ever higher

WTIYS/DTIYS for July - bday stuff

Active WIPS - Works im currently working on (Or will be very soon!)

Metamorphosis

Exodus AU - The exodus of the skyloftian people

Exodus AU - Main story - Meeting the farmhands

Exodus AU - Main story - Meeting Skipper

8+1 Sky and the chain

Setbacks - Unravelling epilogue (Meta midpoint ch15?)

Taking notice

The one band AU story thats been on my mind for ages

The loss of a loftwing

The most projecty thing I've ever written

Trial of the sword

Truth and trust

Twilight and Sky bonding

Victory

Inactive WIPS - Works I'm going back to eventually

Flower crowns

Soup is the window to the soul

Temple run

I dont think I've got this many people to tag. I know a bunch of people have been tagged in this one already. (Sorry if you've been tagged already!)

Let's see here, @trippygalaxy, @frulleboi, @whiteperle3, @luwyv, @yourlocaltreesimp, @skyloftian-nutcase and @kikker-oma :)

And Open tags, If you want to play and you've not been tagged consider this your tag. @ you. :)