#I love this comparison sm god

[chloesimaginationthings]

SAME ENERGY-

THIS IS SO CUTE STOPPP

[aromanticasterisms]

"this isn't my body i'm just possessing it temporarily" oh thank GOD

[moodyseal]

Apollo TOA as a lawyer to me is likw, Saul Goodman in legal practice and shamelessness but Phoenix Wright in morality. Apollo Celebrity Lawyer Arc when!

I had to look up Saul Goodman because admittedly I'm not familiar with the man but I get it. So true and real. He'd crush it in court while honestly trying to get to the bottom of each case, even at the cost of losing (he's the god of truth after all!!) but he'd def be annoying about it. And also too direct and a bit of an ass, unless the case involves children

Though maybe that'd be more appropriate for the image he held up before his trials...? Afterwards he'd be pretty much the same with the exception that he's less bold and more... mindful, somehow

[dancingdonatello]

Please do Donnie with a reader who DOES NOT know how to flirt with him🙏🙏🙏 the reader could be like

“Soo ..you come here often ? “ and they are at like the lair or smthing 💀 and maybe the others try to encourage it or smthing sjsjsjsjjs

I LOVE UR FICS SM I CANT STOP REREADING THEM ONG 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑

rise donnie x reader

Donatello was so done with you.

“Yes. I am here all the time.” He didn’t even play along, he just turned back around to his project and continues his work. He ignored you as you stood next to him at a loss for words.

Whatever. Next time, you’d have something better up your sleeve.

Your touch grazed over his muscles and you blinked your eyelashes at him. “You have such… unique skin!” You smiled charmingly at him.

“That sounds vaguely offensive.” Your shoulders drooped and your hand fell away. Yeah, he was right.

You could feel the annoyance radiating off of him. You tensed up. God, why can’t you just be smooth like all the guys in those movies you were watching earlier?

“Your scales are… really sharp?”

“Softshell scales are actually smooth in comparison to other turtles.” He kept scrolling on his phone. You looked over to his brothers. Raph and Miley gave a thumbs up while Leo looked like he was struggling to hold back some laughter.

Next time, you were sitting in the living room together. “You look really nice in this lighting.”

“When it’s pitch black? Are you implying that I look better when your vision is worse?” You started to sweat and turned to watch the movie that was playing. Mikey coughed out a laugh.

Maybe you could get him flowers. You could just be bad with words. You’d have to make up for it with your actions! Besides, Leo said he loved flowers.

You brought him a beautiful bouquet you spent a lot of money on only for him to say that he was allergic. You glared at Leo who attempted to gaslight you into believing that he never suggested flowers.

You’d never win this turtle over. You gave up soon after, only giving him quick glances. You could get over it. You so wouldn’t think about him everyday for the next two years until you found someone else to obsess over. Nope.

But, then, Donnie seemed agitated with you. “Why are you acting so different?” He cornered you soon after you decided to stop bothering him.

“What?” You were confused.

“You’re not…” He waved a hand around. “You know.”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re not…” He grew frustrated, tapping his foot. “…making any more comments.”

“Comments?” You tilted your head. What was he talking about? “You mean, me flirting?”

He looked away and you swore his face was a shade darker than it usually was. “…Yes.”

“…Do you want me to keep doing it?” He just barely nodded.

Oh my god. He glared at you as soon as the uncontrollable grin appeared on your face. You had won him over after all.

[the-moon-files]

Man, I love the trope of aliens being terrified of humans, and I've seen some fics of human!reader reacting differently to stuff like posions/plants in hyrule, but this is in another level! We are indestructible! I mean, I could live on Death Mountain! With the Gorons! It's literally a dream come true!

Also, the urge this would give me to give them all the hugs and piggy back rides whenever it gets cold/windy/whatever extreme condition.

If Hylians would be surprisingly light, would they be light enough for me to pick up Time? Just get that big ass man with a bunch of armor on my back? Because new need unlocked.

NEW NEED UNLOCKED INDEEEEDDD. (touches my fingertips together like a villain up to no good)

CREDIT FOUND!! (Who did it first!):

IDK who it was but someone mentioned in a rlly old 2023-2022? LU x human reader post abt the hylians being lighter in comparison to humans!! If i find who it is, or if u recognize u wrote abt smth similar pls leave a comment so I can @ you!! /gen

@wayfayrr :D ive been in humans are space orcs fandom (is it a fandom? More like endless AU idea ppl wrote abt on tumblr) for Years, and ofc i never thought to put with Loz this past year or 2 getting into this fandom dammit - UR WORKS AMAZING THANK YOU SM FOR MERGING MY 2 FAVS AND LIKING/REBLOGGING THIS HOT MESS 😭😭

GOD i NEED to play TP bc u can hold cats like this?? and u get to see LINK do it??? 😭😭

Sun: technically Masc! Reader but not explicit (you/he/him), coule be Gender Neutral, Human Reader

Orbit: headcanons-ish

Stars: The Classic Chain of Links

Comets & Meteors: Content: in Four’s desc. mentioned “diving into chest”, & Triggers: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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A kinda 2nd part/expansion to this post!

no bc the “i can live wherever tf i want” was secretly part of why i wrote that post (so sue me, i wanna be able to follow wild around his hyrule w/o getting nuked)

OMFG SO GLAD SOMEONE WANTS TO TALK ABT HOW AFFECTIONATE YOU’D GET BC OF THIS TOWARDS THE LINKS (anduseitasanexcusehahai mean what? whatd i say??)

There’s only 2 types of Links in this hyrule(s):

Who’s already down with being cuddled at the slightest/not so slightest inconvenience??:

Wild

(unsurprisingly, also if anyone teases him he just teases right back that not only is it “for survival”, but also look he’s “getting Guide Cuddles™️ and You’re Not” lmao,

would sleep right up against ur bedroll every night if u let him, likes when you commit to the cuddle (even if he goes a little red), like wrapping arms + legs around him, adores fireside cuddles, has said on multiple occasions that nothing makes him feel safer than holding onto you, and how he can’t go back to doing things like this on his own anymore 😭😭😭

his favorite cuddle is whatever you give him LMAO u can always count on Wild if your ever feeling like u need to cuddle smth blonde and cute lol - he constantly offers or initiates it himself <33 )

Sky

another unsurprising one, his favorite time to cuddle is when it’s cold outside, or windy, and he can just get under a blanket and take a nap with you,

esp if it’s both and he can convince you to lay partially on him for heated + weighted human blanket purposes, he’s literally staring at you with sparkles in his eyes as soon as a breeze goes by lol

his Loftwing/Crimson wasn’t rlly able to fly u long distances u find out!! :( Hylians are just so light that ofc that explains why they can ride these pelican/ostrich creations for hours, whereas the bird can only rlly manage 20 minutes of low flying with you (+ Sky) on its back, but that’s fine, bc u figured out how to “shield surf” rlly fast down slopes to keep up with Sky flying low, and by “shield surfing” i mean, shocking Wild into jaw-dropped silence as he watches you fly by completely barefoot 👍

(after all, ur skin has to be pretty tough/thick to be able to handle the weather/environmental conditions, and finding out u can withstand lava? yeah this is nothing turns out)

secretly loves piggyback rides, but never asks, u just see him get this look in his eyes, and shuffling in place just behind you lol

Wind

touch starved, but what Link isnt lol

his favorite is piggyback rides, since he was raised by his grandma, and there weren’t a whole lot of close, young adults to pick him up as a kid

so now, he takes FULL advantage of u being able to easily pick him up lol

one time u guys were going uphill while a pleasant breeze was blowing-

actually it was gale force winds.

but ur you, so it took Wind flying backwards into you to realize. he also screeched at you for “ABANDONING ME- YOURE GONNA MAKE ME, A LITTLE GUY LIKE ME, CRAWL UP THIS?? HOW COULD YOU-” you give him piggy back rides whenever it’s windy.

will treat u like his own personal ship whenever ur both in the water, which consists of him yelling sailor terms like “turn starboard! raise the sails!” while sitting on ur shoulders while u get slammed (gently buffeted, really) by waves

Hyrule

shy, shy, shy, shy-

the quintessential:

“👉👈 🥺 is it okay, if we maybe hug rn?? I'm just rlly cold, and i know u said you didnt mind, and I saw Wild and Sky just laying on you, sorry if this is weird-”

Hyrule, sweets, you literally love him more than life itself, of course you’ll cuddle the fairy boy

the more excited he gets = the more likely to jump on ur back/wrap his arms around ur waist happily, esp since he’s an extra cutie patootie and will subconsciously seek u out if the environment gets a little rough

Sets an Amazing example for the other Links, not too clingy when ur busy, great at latching onto ur back when things get tough for him, asks politely and thanks you everytime he gets down <3

Hyrule is eternally fascinated by whatever u do, u just walk thru flood waters like it’s nothing and while the rest are used to it by now, he’s the only Link looking at you like your some kind of god 💗💘💖💕🙈

accidentally squeezed ur arm muscles one time when he saw u doing that thing where u curl ur arm and Wind/Wild were able to hang off of it,

you both just stared at each other for a solid minute before his ears turned down and he went completely red and apologized profusely for 5 minutes, before you just scooped him up too lmao (his face after tho)

Four

depending on the cuddle he gets shy sometimes, even worse if more than 1 Link is looking at you two, in which he will attempt to escape ur arms.

keyword being attempt.

you just wrap ur legs around him and trap him instead lol

likes to cuddle you somehow where he’s not in the way but you can keep doing whatever it is you were busy with

if he splits, then u can fucking bet Red is the first to dive into ur chest- unless there is literally, actively, a threat right in front of him, he’s going for it lol, Green loves to wrap his arms around one of yours and just hang off u all day, Blue will wait until ur sitting somewhere and flop on ur legs to purposely trap u there, the little shit, and Vio just likes hugs. he’s such a sweetheart, he just loves being wrapped up and wrapping you up 🥺

And who must be Convinced. (most to least)

Legend

fully expected,

silly man thinks he’s above love and cuddles, and all the good things in life LMAO came for ur throat again

it'll be below-freezing temperatures, in a cave with a barely there campfire, a blizzard outside, the other heroes complaining at him to just get under the blanket so you’ll get under the blanket,

bc you two are just doing that thing where 2 characters have like a table between them and are fake-out dodging left and right to try and catch the other lmao

is most susceptible to cuddles when he’s tired/injured/sick/sleepy.

it’s a cold morning and u just scootch the Links into a pile and use him as a pillow lol, and as long as no one, not even gods, perceives you two, he’ll let you stay

ok but you definitely caught him from falling into lava one time while on Death Mountain, and had to bridal carry him across half a lava lake back to shore, hehe,

Legend swore everyone there to secrecy on their own graves and favorite items

also refuses to let Ravio know of ur human advantages lol

he just wants the attention on himself as much as he can in between the other Links, no need for more competition

Time

silly man just doesn't think of his needs including affection/emotional comfort,

he only rlly initiates when the circumstances are dire, like gale force winds that he can barely walk thru/starting to slip, desert heat getting to him thru his armor and needs ur cooling touch, etc.

he keeps it as professional as he can, like wrapping an arm around ur shoulders, but you just snatch him by the waist and pick him up half the time, was surprised at first, chain giggled at him, then complained lightly, finally just accepted his fate anytime he touches you lol,

YES you have given him a piggyback ride, when a flood of water burst a dam during a battle/the other Links got out but Time didn't bc of his heavy armor,

so u yoink him up and just stood ur ground against the raging waves and climbed a rock until u weren't submerged anymore, poor guy was so worn out from the battle + the flood that he just let you carry him all the way until u camped for the night, and secretly took a nap 😭

like Legend he can be convinced to rely on u when he’s already vulnerable like sleepy/tired/injured/sick, but he does find himself secretly appreciative someone in the group can just lift his heavy ass in full armor/or someone else if it gets bad enough,

got converted and no longer has to be convinced usually, he just doesn't initiate much so u have to lol

Warriors

YET ANOTHER SILLY MAN!!

whats with all these idiots neglecting themselves, both physically and emotionally??

like boy u cant stand the heat of a desert or blizzard, just let in the cuddles 👹

similar to Time, just more vocal abt how appreciative/advantageous it is to have someone to be able to carry comrades out of harsh conditions or battles easily.

Did Not think abt this applying to himself until you literally swept him off his feet like a classic damsel in distress- mans let out a shriek after taking a second to process everything LMAO-

Loudly and Dramatically complains abt u coming to cuddle him, both just to love on him, and to heat him up in a rainstorm, but hugs you back and holds onto you anyway hehe.

Became the 2nd person to find out you’re immune to lightning.

See, everyone heard Legend talk abt u getting struck in a storm in Wild’s hyrule, but no one really came to full terms with it bc they didn't see it. Warrior is now a full believer. He actually got the closest to pissing his armor he ever has in all of his battles bc he forgot abt the metal in the storm = bad idea, until it was too late and u guys were trying to retreat to regroup, bc there were too many black-bloods, only to get full body tackled by you to avoid getting hit by lightning.

You had to bridal carry him for a minute after bc u just got back up after being hit, (it just felt like you rubbed ur body on the carpet and touched a metal wall, like a full body small static shock) bc he was in such a state of literal horror/shock,

Wars saw your life flash before his eyes 💀

Twilight

HA HA HA- HE NEEDS THE LEAST AMOUNT OF CONVINCING LMAOOO

goofy wolf man has wolf instincts that help ur case as to Why You Need to Pet Twilight’s Hair and Hold His Hand at All Times if Possible.

main reason Twi’s here is bc he thinks his height + weight = him not needing u to hold onto/cuddle as much, and he would be proven wrong HA

actually gets all blushy/shy anytime u pick him up, freezes like a puppy who’s gotten scruffed too lol

likes a lot more casual touch/cuddles, like arm around ur shoulder or his, sitting with legs touching, leaning against u when he’s cold, etc.

omfg funniest thing abt Wars/Time/Twi is that they’re the tallest out of the Links, so they make for extra fun when picking them up, cuddling etc.

but the best thing ever happened one time when Twi was still recovering from the Shadow’s wound, it got reopened/ached so bad he couldn’t run, but u all were trying to retreat at the moment bc Big Boss,

and u just snatched him up into a piggyback ride, his legs comically sticking out, but the best part was that Hylians are light.

so you were able to run full tilt adrenaline powered run, to the point you surpassed the other Links ahead, and had everyone laughing and simultaneously trying to conserve their breath to keep running LMAO

Twi grew up tall/bigger than kids his age, and is another victim of “no adult figures to pick him up when he was younger”, so he gets this little giddy smile when u pick him up lol <3

the first time u put him in a bridal carry for smth like river rushing waters, mans blushed, stuttered abt smth the whole time, and then didnt let go after you tried to put him down, u didnt have the heart to insist, so u just carried him around half of the day 😭

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sorry some have less than others, its nearly 2am I'm just riffing kicking my feet and shit, so I'm not being very thorough

i hope u liked my spiral into blonde twink insanity (well theyre kinda on a spectrum of twinkness)

anyway goodnight, and have a great weekend!!

to the 2 other ppl who sent asks, ill get to you soon and thank you sm for sending stuff :’)

Please feel free to send asks for requests or just to chat :)

Peace out,

🌙

[signedkoko]

Hi hi!

How would Striker, Bee, and poly Stolitz (romantic) react to their chubby s/o being very physically strong and working out a lot?

No pressure to write this, and If you don't write for this many characters, you can choose who to focus on!

Sending lots of love your way 💚💛💙

-🐻

Beelzebub | Blitzo & Stolas | Striker [Romantic]

In which you are considerably physically stronger than them, and work out plenty to match.

Naturally, all of the sins are extremely strong in comparison to any overlord or sinner

Even so, you were surprisingly up there, without her magic Beelzebub couldn't begin to carry half the weight you did, and usually had to resort to her larger form- or just asking for your help

It's part of why she found you so attractive, it felt like in some way you could protect her more than anyone she knew

A lot of the people around her were already small, so it was also nice that you compared to her in size, though she found you to be much more curvaceous than her own lanky figure

" Ugh. I'd kill for hips like these, babe. "

She loves to feel you up and down and hold you close because god, you are just sooo comfortable

And when you flex your muscles it drives her crazy! She thinks you're the hottest person she's ever met

She also may be partially to blame for your chubbiness, because she never stops feeding you sweets, oops!

Both of these fools are physically WEAK, however strong they might be with guns or magic

They recall their first encounter with you was when someone was making fun of Stolas for dating an imp, and you totally rocked their shit with a punch straight to the face

Blitzo is already on you, asking so many questions about who you were, why you did that, making jokes

And Stolas has a faint blush because god, that was so attractive

They kept inviting you over until eventually you were closer than most- present on every date, called by the same sweet nicknames

Stolas likes to go with you when you work out, he especially loves to see you boxing

Being able to cheer you on against an opponent, or imagine you protecting him- oh it was just so exciting

Blitzo enjoys walking around hell with you because he gets to see everyone fuck off

Scary dog privileges

Stolas is always squishing your cheeks and hugging you tightly while speaking of all his fantasies involving you both

Blitzo is sneaking pictures of you after workouts for his office

Stronger? Than him? Sure thing

Striker first heard it at a place he frequented for drinks, that there was a guard for hire poster put up on their bulletin, someone new

When he hired you to see what'd happen, you sweeped the floor of some royals security team in minutes, and all he had to do was pull the trigger

Admittedly, he didn't feel the need to work with you more than that, as he enjoyed the hunt as much as the kill

But it was certainly fun seeing what someone else pulled

He’s straightforward about that, but also admits that he'd like to keep in touch

OBVIOUSLY so he can hire you on tougher missions, not because he thought you were interesting or fun

Suddenly, he's always popping up in the places you go, always offering you a drink, always getting tipsy enough to invite you to dance

Oh yeah, he certainly wants you

Fortunately for him, you're his lovely significant other only a few weeks later

He enjoys practising sparing with you, though he usually loses with just strength to strength, hsi wits certainly make him a tougher opponent

Striker find your resolve fiery, and something about you ignites something in him that leaves him wanting more

Author's Note - Actually love these guys sm... good crew you chose bear non I respect it!

Also I CATCH all the love you sent my way and EAT IT 🖤

[samkerrworshipper]

Please could you do an imagine with Lucy bronze where the reader is also on the England team and gets injured during a game and Lucy is basically just being really cute and fluffy as well as a little protective 🥰

AHHH

I loved this request sm so here you go!

i feel like this could be followed up with a part 2 to expand on the reader and lucy’s relationship so lmk if you want to see that! also please feel free to keep sending in requests god knows i need inspo rn lol

A shoulder to cry on

Lucy Bronze x Reader

fluff, lil bit of angst, injury, graphic injury, pain, hurt/comfort, 3200 words

blurb: when lucy’s girlfriend goes down in a match how does she deal with it and how does lucy look react

I was too busy watching the ball flying towards goal to see the body flying at me. Too busy focusing on the Australian goalkeeper to acknowledge the knees slowly sliding under my own feet. Too busy focusing on getting my team a goal to give us a chance to stop myself from being floored by the Australian whirlwind, Ellie Carpenter. I went head first into the turf, my body flopping down onto the grass with my head dug into the dirt. My ears were ringing and I was a groaning mess. My whole body hurt and I couldn’t even muster the energy to turn over to access the damage that had been inflicted. All I could feel was gut wrenching pain, from my feet all the way to my hip.

When I was finally turned over I was met with the sight of Ellie and Steph Catley, two Australians that I didn’t want to see right now. I was a screaming, shaking, crying mess. Both women were very clearly taken aback by my emotion. The stadium was a ruckus, and as my teary eyes flashed up I saw my goal being replayed on the big screen, a goal. At least that was something, I’d done something to help us claw our way back. We were 100 days off from the World Cup start though, 100 days. Judging by the amount of pain I was in though that was nowhere near enough time.

As a professional athlete there is always the background fear that you are going to get injured. An overwhelming worry constantly in the back of your head that maybe this time it is going to be your last, maybe the next time you step on the field it might be the last time in a while. As you become a professional, as you start playing for your nation you learn to silence that part of your brain, you can’t afford to live in fear that you are going to get hurt. But watching teammates, friends, people you love get hurt, reinstalls that part of your brain, makes you wonder if maybe you are next, maybe next time it’ll be your turn. That fear though, it’s nothing in comparison to actually getting hurt, nothing in comparison to realising maybe this time it actually is your last.

That was all I could think about as the two Australian women tried to talk to me, tried to communicate with me. The first one of my teammates to rush over was Leah, who shoved both Australians away before crouching down beside me.

“Hey y/n, take a deep breath, the medics are about to get here, you don’t need to worry.”

Leah’s words were like a breath of fresh air, a break from the constant ringing in my ears.

“L-ucy, need Lucy.”

Leah nodded at me, smiling down at my face and nodding. Her hand made it’s way down to my face and wiped away the tears that were falling.

“She’s on her way angel, just stay patient for me, she’s making her way over, just take those deep breaths.”

“Hurts, hurts so fucking bad.”

Leah nodded at me, I watched her eyes creep down my body to my legs and that was how I knew it was bad, because not even Leah could avoid looking.

“I know, I know angel, I am so sorry that I can’t do anything about that. Just keep taking those deep breaths for me.”

I couldn’t help but continue to sob as I waited for someone, anyone to give me some kind of relief. All I could feel was pain and it was clear in Leah’s mannerisms that she didn’t really know how to help me, how was she supposed to help me?

“Y/n, listen to me, take a deep breath, I know you are in pain, the medics are getting here as fast as they can so you just need to take some deep breaths.”

It didn’t help that we were positioned on the opposite side of the field that the medics would be on and it was also a problem that if the umpire hadn’t blown her whistle they wouldn’t be allowed on.

“How bad is it?”

The words left my mouth in between sobs and breaths. Leah clearly didn’t know what to say, she clearly didn’t want to worry me any more but Leah wasn’t a good liar and she had a shit poker face.

“Don’t worry about that, keep your eyes on me. It’s just me and you, kiddo.”

Leah had taken me under her wing long ago, she treated me like her little sister.

I watched her eyes flash up in a panic and before I knew it she was jumping off of her feet and rushing off in the direction behind my head. I couldn’t help but turn my head to watch where she was going. I was still a little bit spaced out so it took me a few seconds to spot her out but once I did I found her rushing towards Ellie, who was sitting a few metres behind me. I couldn’t figure out why she was rushing over until I spotted Lucy approaching, running towards her, a look of absolute anger on her face. Leah was trying to get to her before Lucy inevitably got to Ellie. I watched it unfold as Lucy just made it to Ellie before Leah did, yanking her up by under her armpits.

I didn’t get to see much more, my head was pulled back to being flat on the turf by Millie and Sam Kerr, my ex-teammates from Chelsea.

“Hey y/n/n, the medics are just about to get here, it’s going to be alright.”

Millie’s tone of voice was similar to that of Leah’s, calm, patient, the voice of a captain.

“I need Lucy.”

Lucy was my other half. The love of my life, my everything. I wanted her, I wanted her to be there to hold my hand and to tell me that everything was going to be fine, even if it wasn’t.

“I know, Leah’s sorting her out, she’ll be here in a minute.”

Lucy was insanely protective over me, to a concerning degree. In the past year I’d made the decision to move to Barca, to be with her and it had been great but something I’d learnt from playing alongside her regularly was that she was a little bit too protective over the people she loved. A defender did so much as foul me on the pitch and she did everything in her power to seek some sort of revenge whether it was in the form of physically hurting them or doing anything in her power to get to them.

“I need her Mil, please.”

Millie nodded at me and then looked at Sam, I was in fucking shambles.

“I’ll go get her okay, feel better kid.”

Sam patted me gently on the shoulder before leaving just me and Millie. I was still lying on the pitch, fighting back more tears as I looked up into the sky and just prayed for this to all be over, for the pain to subside and for everything to just dissipate.

The medics were the next people to make it over to us, accompanied by Sarina and our trainer. The game had obviously been stopped for me so they seemed to be in a rush to get me off, with my goal we had a shot at winning now.

“Hi Ms y/l/n, how are you feeling?”

“In pain.”

My answer was flat and the medic let out an empty laugh at my reply.

“Okay, on a scale of 1-10 where would you put yourself at?”

“A 6.”

Sarina snorted at my reply, she knew that I had a high threshold for pain, I’d met her originally when I was playing as a rookie for Chelsea, she’d been the Netherlands coach at time and the coach for a professional team in the Netherlands which she’d tried to recruit me for but I’d turned her down. I’d never have guessed a few years later she would be coaching me on a National level.

“That means its a nine.”

I glared at Sarina, she knew me a little bit too well.

“Okay, this is a penthrox whistle, it should administer immediate pain relief, enough that we should be able to get you on the stretcher and off the pitch.”

I looked at Millie, then at Sarina, then at the Medic, immediately shaking my head.

“I’m walking off.”

All of their faces told me that I was missing something.

“I can’t allow you to do that.”

In all of the chaos, all of the emergence, I hadn’t had the opportunity to even look at the source of my pain.

Before I could say anything more Lucy was crouching down beside my head and I couldn’t have been more grateful to see her. Her hand slid into mine and just her face, her smile, it was enough to make me feel like I wasn’t fighting a fucking battle.

“Luce, can you please tell them to let me walk off the pitch, just let me have that.”

I was fighting back tears and I could tell that Lucy was fighting an internal battle. Her eyes flashed down to my legs and then back to my face and just the split second gasp was enough to tell me that it was bad, really bad. Her hand fell to my face and that was how I knew it was not good and that was when I started sobbing again.

“How bad is it? Stop beating around the bush just tell me.”

All of the people above me looked between each other before the medic spoke,

“Your knee is dislocated, you’ve got some deep lacerations and stud marks in your shins and a piece of your tibia is sticking out of one of them. You are bleeding a lot, we need to get you off the field and to hospital, take the green whistle and we’ll get you off the field as soon as possible.”

Those words hurt, a lot, more than the injury itself. I nodded to the medic, I wasn’t walking off the field with that list of injuries, I was surprised I was still conscious with that comprise of injuries.

“Baby, just take the pain meds, you're in enough pain.”

Lucy’s voice, her convincing was probably the only thing that made me nod my head and let them pass me the inhaler. I got straight to inhaling it, and within the first ten or so inhalation I felt the pain relief start to kick in. It was good, it made me feel almost ten times better. Lucy was there the whole time, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as they medic attended to my legs and Sarina wrapped a blanket around my shivering upper half.

It was about five minutes before I was floating on a pain free drug induced cloud. When that happened they started to transfer me to the stretcher, with the help of Sarina, Lucy, Millie, Leah and the two medics. It was a touchy process, they were very clearly trying to keep the movement of my leg limited. The actual movement of getting me onto the stretcher had me screaming, pain relief or not it hurt insanely and I knew at that moment that my World Cup dreams were pretty much over. I cried the whole way to the ambulance. Lucy and my teammates had to desert me once I made it over to the sideline so they could finish off the game, eventually, along the way I passed out from the mixture of drugs and blood loss, something I was grateful for.

When I started to stir I had a headache but I felt warm. It took me a few seconds before I cracked my eyes, it was dark outside, my room was dark. But not so dark that I couldn’t make out everything around me, the lights from the hallway and machines giving me a steady source of light. The first thing that I saw was that a big percentage of the Lionesses were piled into the room, Georgia, Leah and Keira and piled onto a pull out sofa, Rachel, Millie and Mary sharing the spare cot beside me and a few of the other girls scattered in seats across the room. It was cute, looking at all of my teammates who were clearly gassed from the game but still here. Sarina and Lucy were slumped in the seats immediately to my side. Just as I let my eyes float over to Lucy her own blueish eyes tiredly connecting with my own. A tight lipped smile made its way to her mouth as she acknowledged me.

“Hey baby.”

Her voice was hushed, it was clear she was trying her hardest not to awaken any of our teammates. As she blinked away the sleep she slipped her glasses over her face, locking her eyes properly with me once the frames were slipped over her eyes. Her voice was enough to put more tears in my eyes, I was pretty sure I’d cried enough tears for about six people.

She stood up quietly, letting her hand fall to my face, gently rubbing a circle against my cheek. It was enough to have my lip trembling and my eyes darting across the room. Before I knew it I was a pleading staggering mess.

“Why me? Why now?”

Lucy’s facial expression just broke into a frown and I could feel her worrying from a few centimetres away from me. Before she said anything she pressed her lips to my forehead. I sobbed into her, not really worried about waking up any of our companions.

“I know sweetheart, I know, it’s okay, I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.”

My breaths came out in hiccups and the hospital gown I was in clung to my body with the sweat that I was producing from working myself up.

“How bad is it, did we win?”

My words came out in pieces, it sounded like my Spanish, which was very rough and not very consistent.

“No, but don’t worry about that. They relocated your knee, you had to have surgery on your leg but it’s just a metal plate and some stitches for the lacerations from Carpenter’s boot.”

I honestly felt bad for the Australian defender, she’d had it bad enough with the press for the last while, let alone getting someone else’s blood all over their cleats.

“So my world cup dream is over.”

Lucy let the words hang in the air for a few seconds, it solidified the words in the room.

“Hey, not necessarily. The doctor said that the surgery went really well, that the fracture was pretty minor and that he expects a speedy recovery. You could be back running in 4-6 weeks.”

Even Lucy didn’t sound that optimistic, it was clear she was trying her hardest but she was struggling.

“My fitness will be shot, 4-6 weeks off the pitch pre world cup practically guarantees my spot gone, even if I’m running, in what world would Sarina take the chance of putting me on the pitch.”

Lucy’s brow furrowed, it was hard to catch in the dim light but I managed to with my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“I won’t have anyone putting my girl down, especially not you. You will be fine. I can’t promise you that you will make it back on the pitch, you will make it to Australia, if it’s the right fit. Maybe it won’t be, maybe that’s fate and I know that’s shit to accept, shit to get the short straw and I am so sorry that you are in that position. If I could switch with you I would. I would do anything for you and you know that, I’ll be here for you everyday, I will give up anything to make this easier for you, I can promise you that. I can promise that I’m here to be whatever you need. You need a shoulder to cry on? I’ve got two. You need someone to listen? I’ve got two working ears and great advice if you want it. You need someone to just be here for you? I will sit with you for as long as you need.”

Lucy’s words hit home for me. She had always been willing to do anything for me, she’d walk to the ends of the earth to do anything for me, she’d made that clear from when we’d first met. I’d been apprehensive from the beginning but she’d fought and fought until I’d given into her and when I had I’d fallen head over heels in love with the woman.

I moved myself over in the bed and patted down next to the space I’d left open beside me. Luc seemed apprehensive to begin with, her eyes darting between my leg and my eyes.

“Please, I just want my girlfriend to hug me, can I have that?”

Lucy bit her lip, she was clearly a little bit nervous about the idea but her slumped shoulders and tired eyes were enough to tell me that she was tired and just as needy as I was. Neither of us slept well without the other, on the rare occasion that we were separated we both struggled with the loss of contact.

“I’m not sure y/n/n, I don’t want to hurt your leg.”

She was so cute when she was nervous, her voice a nervous murmur. I put her worry to rest fairly quickly though, the pain meds were running through my veins and I was equally as tired.

“Luce, my bad leg is on the other side, I just need some contact, I need to feel loved and comfortable and this hospital bed is making that hard, so please, just hug your girlfriend.”

Lucy sighed and nodded at me, she couldn’t deny me, ever, I had her wrapped around my little finger.

“Alright, how about I slide behind you and you can rest against me?”

It took a little bit of push and shove and some wincing and pain on my side but eventually we got Lucy situated behind me, up against the pillows. I was resting comfortably against her chest and stomach, my head resting in her neck. It was everything I’d needed to make me feel a little bit better and once we’d both gotten settled I smiled up at her gratefully. She pressed her lips to my forehead, I swore that I could feel the compassion behind it but maybe that was the morphine speaking.

“I love you.”

She’d smiled down in that goofy way that she did when I gave her a compliment. Lucy was a goofball, it was one of the things that I loved about her. She was always laughing and making people around her laugh, she was just full of good energy and it made me a better person.

“I love you too, my love, always, get some rest. It’s all going to be okay.”

[classicanalyzer]

Skeleton Crew - Can’t Say I Remember No At Attin Thoughts

"Perhaps someday, when I am leader of the Triok, I will remember your ways. I see now. You weakness...it makes you kind. And my world could use some kindness." Hayna

This was a pretty noice follow-up to the last episode. It was a lot more focused on the character interactions as home seems to be ever far away.

Those satellites at the opening look very much like the ones used for Operation Cinder. Given some of the Imperial-looking uniforms (especially the Imperial Army Trooper helmets) in the episode and the destruction of the world, I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case. But Jesus, if their world was destroyed by Operation Cinder, that's one hell of a dark backstory for At Achrann. Especially given how Jod even said,

"This is At Attin? It tastes like ashy dust. Looks a lot like my home planet, actually." Jod Na Nawood

It has to be Operation Cinder unless the satellites are part of a similar barrier system (or the world could've been hidden by different methods). I also wonder how bad Jod's world must've been for him to make that comparison. I can't wait for that Episode 7 Jod lore.

Jod's "kill me" look and line delivery just killed me. He's so sick of this BS now lmao. I honestly thought he and SM-33 kicked all their asses but it just turned out he just gave them Old Republic credits haha.

Also very interesting that the Hattan army seems to have a CIS tank as well alongside the Imperial Army Trooper helmets. The world must've been destroyed and known to the galaxy for quite for some time by that point.

Neel is pretty brutally honest about his friends, lmao. I love seeing his kindness shine through in such a hellish, war-torn world. I also like seeing his brief friendship and relationship with Hayna, who only knew war and nothing of a possible peaceful life. Plus unlike the girl he had a crush on in Episode 1, she actually knows who he is. Given how Episode 3 focused a lot on KB and this episode on Neel, I wonder if Episode 5 will focus on Fern and Episode 6 will focus on Wim.

It's pretty sad how the Triok and Hattan are stuck in a forever war and only trading for weapons, especially given the implications of the world being a victim of Operation Cinder. The idea of child soldiers being normalized in the world is pretty disturbing much less how desertion is met with death even applied to kids. I still find it insane to see on-screen aftermath of Operation Cinder in this episode, especially on this show.

I also like how we see that for all of Fern's tough front, and she's just as scared of being truly lost forever.

SM-33 continues to be a comedic riot even when we see him being terrifying. God, when SM-33 was remembering his old Captain's orders and his voice started distorting into a nightmarish tone, that was pretty chilling. I would like it if the treasure was actually a legit stereotypical pirate's treasure.

This was a noice follow-up episode and I hope Episode 5 continues to expand on the mystery of At Attin.

"I do remember At Attin. It was in this very room. The captain killed any of his crew that saw the coordinates to At Attin. Slaughtered them, he did. Then he ordered me to destroy them and forget everything I knew about At Attin. And then he told me, if anyone ever comes around poking around, looking for the treasure... He told me to pull them apart. Pull 'em apart. Pull 'em apart. Pull 'em apart. Limb from limb. Limb from limb. Limb from limb! Limb from limb! Limb from limb! Limb from Limb." SM-33

[ganseysmagiciansz]

I just found your blog and first of all LOVE. love Gansey love the vibes Second Of All I feel like so few people have read beartown and trc, and is it just me or do Ronan and Benji share some similarities 👀👀👀 they make me feel sick to my stomach <3

OH MY GOD i am actually crying 😭 ilysm

ALSO you are not alone in the ronan benji similarities at all 👀👀 you have inspired me greatly so heres a little comparison bc i love them sm !!!:!

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19. Little Black Dress

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ we look good together. ❞

★ c.w.: fluff, denji, lime, aki being so feral

★ a/n: hi darlings!!! i am officially back at school (kill me). we are now in the rising tension part of the story! things are about to crescendo, not in this chap tho (so enjoy the fluff while it lasts lolllllll). thank you all sm for coming on this ride w me. i dont have much to say, but thank you for all of your love throughout the course of this story. 10k reads? omfg. I'm shocked. love u all my babies. Anyway! i wont say too much. enjoy! comment comment comment away!!! xx

★ w.c: .6.2k

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THE NEXT MORNING, when you finally woke, Aki was already in the kitchen, undoubtedly whipping something delicious together. In fact, you could smell it from where you were laying – what smelled like buttery eggs combined with the scent of him that lingered on his bedsheets. With a groan, you shifted, turning onto your side and then stretching your arms way above your head. Your bones and joints protested with a series of loud cracks. 

A large part of you wanted to stay in his bed forever, melting into his clean sheets – and, yes, Aki had washed both the sheets and the pillow the night before, so you had a brand new backup blanket to swaddle yourself up in – until you were forced to get up. In fact, judging by the way you could hear him complaining to one of his "nightmare roommates" about something you couldn't quite hear, you couldn't imagine that the morning would have remained peaceful for much longer.

So, begrudgingly, you sat up – doing one more biggg stretch before swinging your feet over the edge of the bed and slipping out of its warm confines. Your feet were warm against the cold floor as you padded on over to the kitchen, popping the door open and–

Why is Aki pointing a knife at Denji? You thought.

The scene that unfolded before you was one that made you wipe at your eyes groggily, just to make sure you were truly seeing what you thought you had seen. Sure enough, Denji was sitting at the table with his tongue stuck out, using his arms to shield a plate from Aki – one that held an absolute monstrosity of a sandwich with eight whole slices of bread stacked atop one another. In front of him (and all around him) pots of jam lay discarded, making a mess all over the table. 

"You're not my dad, topknot, so back off," He was hissing at your not-quite-boyfriend.

Aki waved the knife in Denji's direction, and now, you understood. He had been chopping up fruit for breakfast, and was using the knife as an extension of the harsh words he was spouting – "If I were your father I would have left you in a box in an alleyway somewhere. If you don't clean that shit up, I swear to everything that's holy in this world–"

"I'm part Devil, dipshit. I ain't scared of God!" Denji retorted.

"Fuck God," Aki's eye twitched, "I'll fucking kill you myself."

They're like siblings. Walking into the kitchen, you clasped your hands together, breaking up the argument with a friendly, "Good morning, you two."

Aki visibly softened at the sight of you – blue eyes dropping to your bare legs before raking themselves back up your body (which was draped in his sweater). Denji, in comparison, only got louder.

"Tell Captain ass to let me eat my breakfast in peace," He huffed.

You smiled. Smiled so hard your eyes crinkled at the corners.

You laughed softly at Denji's comment and took a seat at the table, pulling Aki's sweater tighter around yourself. "Whatcha cookin', Aki?" you asked, your voice still tinged with sleep.

"Scrambled eggs and toast," Aki replied, glancing at you as he flipped the eggs in the pan. His tone softened when he looked at you, his usual sharpness replaced with something gentler. "I'm feeling lazy this morning. That okay with you?"

"Of course it's okay," you replied, smiling at him. The warmth in your voice seemed to ease some of the tension in his shoulders, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of affection in his eyes before he turned back to the stove.

Denji, still seated at the table, glared at Aki, then muttered, "Simp," under his breath.

You stifled a laugh as Aki ignored him with the practiced patience of someone who had heard far worse. He finished plating the eggs and paired them with crispy bacon and golden buttered toast before setting the plates in front of you and Denji. Finally, he sat down with his own plate, running a hand through his hair like he was already exhausted by the day's events.

You all ate in relative silence at first, the clinking of cutlery the only sound breaking the quiet. The food was delicious, the perfect mix of savory and comforting, and you let out a contented hum as you took another bite.

As you were finishing your eggs, Aki cleared his throat. "By the way, don't forget about tonight," he said, looking at you. "That formal event starts at seven. We should aim to leave by six."

You groaned, dropping your fork onto your plate. "Oh my god, I totally forgot about that. All my clothes are still at the hotel. Do we... have to go back?"

Aki chuckled softly, shaking his head. "What kind of guy do you think I am? No, we can go shopping today if you want."

"Really?" Your eyes lit up as the idea sank in. "Can we go to the mall?"

"Anywhere you want," he replied with a small smile that made your chest flutter.

Denji, who had been quietly inhaling his food, suddenly slammed his fork down. "No fair! You never take me clothes shoppin'!"

"That's because you're a boy," Aki said, deadpan. "I've bought you plenty of clothes. You're the only person I know who can ruin six button-downs in a month." He took a sip of his coffee, then added, "You can wear my old suit again tonight. I'm sure you'll want to look put together for Miss Makima."

Denji's head snapped up, his eyes wide with sudden interest. "She's going?"

"Of course she's going," you replied with a teasing smile. "She's the one who organized the event."

Denji's reaction was instant and dramatic. He shoved the rest of his toast into his mouth, crumbs flying everywhere as he stood abruptly. "I gotta plan my outfit!" he mumbled around the food, then bolted out of the room.

You and Aki exchanged a look, his exasperation mirroring your amusement. Then, without warning, you both burst into laughter.

After a moment, he stood and began clearing the plates. You followed his lead, helping him stack them neatly by the sink. The two of you worked in companionable silence, and you found yourself stealing glances at him as he rinsed the dishes. There was something about the way he moved—so deliberate and calm—that made your chest ache in the best way.

"So," you said, breaking the quiet. "What's the plan for today?"

Aki shrugged, drying his hands on a towel. "First, we'll get you something nice to wear for tonight. Then maybe... coffee? Or whatever you want."

"Sounds perfect," you said, smiling.

"Good," he replied, and for a second, you thought you saw his lips twitch upward.

You couldn't remember the last time you had been to the mall. In fact, as you and Aki walked side-by-side, matching smoothies in hand – fingers interlocked in the middle, you couldn't remember the last time you had gone anywhere and had this much fun. The two of you had made your way up to the second floor in search of formalwear for the event later that evening. You were humming an indistinct tune. Aki had all of your shopping bags looped around his arm, carrying them effortlessly.

The two of you wandered through the buzzing mall, the cheerful hum of conversation and the sound of footsteps blending into the background. Aki glanced down at you, his dark hair catching the fluorescent light in a way that softened his usual sharp features. You took a sip of your smoothie, the cold sweetness of it perfectly complementing the light, giddy feeling in your chest.

"This one's good, right?" you asked, tilting the cup toward him.

Aki arched an eyebrow but leaned in anyway, lips just brushing the straw before he took a small sip. "Not bad," he admitted. "But mine's better."

"Oh, really?" you teased, reaching for his cup with a mischievous grin. "Let me see about that."

Aki rolled his eyes but handed it over, his fingers brushing yours as you grabbed it. You took an exaggeratedly thoughtful sip, pretending to evaluate it like a connoisseur. "Okay, fine," you conceded with a laugh. "Yours wins. This time."

He smirked, a small, rare thing that made your heart flip. "Told you."

You were still laughing as you passed a storefront that caught your eye. The mannequins in the window wore two dresses that couldn't have been more different, and yet they both drew you in. One was a soft, flowing gown in a pale shade, almost angelic in its simplicity. The other was bold, form-fitting, with a cold shoulder and a slit that suggested trouble.

You stopped in your tracks, tugging Aki's hand to get his attention. "Hold on. I need to see these."

Aki followed your gaze and then gave you a quiet, curious look as you stepped closer to the window. "Which one?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes glinting with interest.

"Both," you said with a grin.

He exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head, but didn't argue as you dragged him inside.

Once in the store, you reached for the rack behind the angelic dress first, running your fingers over the matching fabrics. "This one's pretty," you murmured, flicking through the rack for your size and then holding it up to yourself. It was the kind of dress that felt safe, elegant but not showy.

Then your eyes slid to the daring one, and you couldn't help but grin as you picked one up – luckily, also your size. "But this one..." you trailed off, holding it against yourself and glancing at Aki. 

His expression didn't change much, but his eyes flicked to the dress and then back to your face, lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle. "That one's... something," he said, his voice low and careful.

You laughed, pretending to dismiss his reaction, but you could feel your cheeks warming. "Something good or something bad?"

He hesitated, then shrugged in that understated way of his. "You'll have to try it on."

With a scoff, you slipped your arm into the nook within the two hangers. Then, nodding towards the back, you headed off to the counter. A young-looking woman with a scowl on her face sat with her arm draped over the register, fingers drumming a tune. 

You approached her, asking, "Do you have fitting rooms?"

Without raising her eyes to look at you, she waved to the back of the store. "In the back, to the left."

"Thanks," you said with a polite smile, though the clerk barely acknowledged it.

You turned to Aki, nodding toward the back of the store where the fitting rooms were tucked away. He followed you without a word, his dark eyes scanning the store's interior as you weaved through the racks.

When you reached the fitting rooms, you made a beeline for the one furthest in the back, tugging Aki along by the hand. A small bench sat against the wall outside the stalls, and you gestured toward it. "Sit here."

Aki's brow furrowed, and he looked at you with a faint pout that made your chest flutter despite yourself. "I'm just supposed to wait?"

"Yes," you teased, giving him a pointed look. "And no peeking."

He rolled his eyes but dropped onto the bench, folding his arms. "Fine. But don't take too long."

You chuckled and slipped inside the fitting room, the heavy curtain swishing shut behind you. The small, brightly lit space felt cozy, with a single mirror angled just right to catch every detail. You set the dresses down on the small bench inside and reached for the first one—the soft, angelic gown.

Sliding it on, you adjusted the straps and smoothed the fabric down over your body, turning to catch the full effect in the mirror. It fit well – white fabric forming a sweetheart neckline over your chest, accentuating the curve of your waist, and falling in waves over your legs, down to your feet. The sleeves were off-the-shoulder; sheer fabric flowing around your arms like something out of a fantasy book.

You stepped out to show him.

He looked up immediately, his eyes softening as they swept over you. They paused over the sleeves.

"That's really nice," He hummed gently, tapping his chin in thought. It was funny, seeing him back here where he had no business being, manspreading without a care in the world on a bench that was way too short for him. "You look like a princess."

The compliment made your face burn, but you pushed a little further, "I need feedback, Aki. Decisions need to be made."

"How am I supposed to make a choice if I haven't seen the other one?" He quirked a sassy little brow. "This one looks really good on you. Get it."

You rolled your eyes, "Hold on."

Stepping back into the dressing room and closing the curtain behind you, you unzipped the side of the dress. It fell into a pile at your ankles. With a hiss, you swept it up, fumbling to hang it up.

Once you were stripped down to your underwear, you glanced at the strapless black dress that awaited you. There was simply no way that you would have been able to get away with wearing a bra with it, so you unclasped the back of your cotton bra and tossed it off to the side. Then, holding your titties for dear life, you unzipped the black gown and wiggled into it.

You looked like a completely different girl. The dress was cinched a bit around the waist, dark fabric flowing down to the floor. The slit in the side ran all the way up to your upper thigh – a daring choice, sure, but one you didn't exactly hate.You slipped your arms into the off-the-shoulder straps, and then paused to take a good look at your reflection in the mirror.

Who is this Diva? You thought.

Just to make sure that you really were looking at yourself, you turned around and looked at the back.

Holy shit, You noted, zipping the back of the corset up to bring everything in a little more. This dress is a little tight.

Can you see my cellulite?

My back rolls?

"I'm not sure how I feel about this one, Aki," you called out, tugging at the fabric to smooth it down. "It's a bit tight."

Before you could say anything else, the curtain suddenly parted, and you gasped. Aki stepped inside, his hand on the edge of the curtain, his eyes squeezed shut as if that made his intrusion less scandalous.

"Relax," he teased, a smirk curling at his lips. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Your shock melted into a mix of indignation and embarrassment. "Aki—!"

But then his eyes opened, and whatever quip you had died on your tongue. His gaze swept over you slowly, his sharp features softening as he took you in. His Adam's apple bobbed, and for a moment, he looked like he couldn't decide where to settle his focus—your face, your figure, the daring slit in the fabric.

"This one..." he murmured, stepping fully inside and letting the curtain fall closed behind him. He glanced around to make sure no one had noticed before his hand reached out, skimming the fabric at your waist. "...This one is nice."

His voice had dropped an octave, and the way his fingers lingered, trailing down to your hip, made your skin tingle.

"Aki," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Shit," he muttered, leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You just put it on, and I already can't wait to get it off you."

The heat in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, his lips brushed yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. But the second you leaned into him, the kiss deepened, his hands sliding to your waist to pull you closer.

He's insatiable.

The gown's tight fit meant every part of you was pressed against him, and you could feel the slight hitch in his breath as his fingers splayed against your back.

"Aki," you mumbled against his lips, trying to sound scolding, but it came out more like a plea.

"Mm?" he hummed, his mouth trailing down to the corner of your jaw, then lower, grazing your neck.

"We're in public," you reminded him, though your own hands betrayed you, clutching at the lapels of his coat.

"I don't care," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before pulling back just enough to look at you again. His pupils were blown wide, and there was a rare, reckless edge in his expression. "You look amazing," he said, his voice rough. "Don't even think about putting that dress back on the rack."

Aki's lips pressed harder against yours, his hands steady on your thighs as he pinned you to the mirror. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your toes curl. You held onto him tightly, your arms looped around his neck, your fingers tangling in the strands of his dark hair. 

The cool surface of the mirror at your back was a stark contrast to the heat building between you, and every small shift of his body against yours sent a jolt through you. His grip on your legs tightened, and he pulled you even closer, his hips pressing into yours as he kissed you like he couldn't get enough. 

You could feel his heartbeat, fast and insistent, matching the rhythm of your own. His lips left yours briefly, trailing down the curve of your jaw to your neck, where he placed a series of heated kisses that made you gasp. 

"Aki," you whispered, your voice breathy and unsteady, but it only spurred him on. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, and you arched into him, your hands clutching at the back of his coat. 

"Love it when you say my name like that, Baby," he murmured against your skin, his tone low and teasing.

You couldn't help the soft laugh that bubbled out of you, though it quickly turned into a sharp intake of breath as his lips found that spot just below your ear again. "You started this," you managed to say, your voice trembling.

"And I'm not planning on stopping," he muttered, his breath hot against your neck before his mouth found yours again, his kiss deep and all-consuming. 

The world outside the fitting room ceased to exist. The sounds of the store faded into the background, replaced by the soft, shared rhythm of your breaths. Every touch, every kiss, felt electric, and you lost track of time as you melted into him. 

His hand slid up your side, just under the slit of your dress, his fingertips grazing bare skin. You shivered, your lips parting against his as he pressed closer, his weight grounding you against the mirror. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was reckless, that anyone could walk by and notice the curtained fitting room with two shadows tangled together inside. But as Aki's hands held you firmly and his mouth moved against yours, you couldn't bring yourself to care. 

You stayed like that, lost in the heat of the moment, until the sound of a muffled conversation outside reminded you both of where you were. He pulled back just slightly, his lips brushing yours one last time, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath. 

"We should stop," you whispered, though you made no move to let go of him. "And wait until... 'til we get home, yeah?" 

"Probably," Aki agreed, but the way he lingered, his hands still holding you in place, said otherwise. 

His eyes searched yours, dark and full of something unspoken, and you couldn't help but smile, your lips brushing his once more. He deepened the kiss immediately, slipping his tongue against your lips, begging for entry – his hands gripped your ass a little tighter, throwing your legs around his waist and lifting you up with a mind-boggling ease. With a passion, he pinned you up against the mirror.

"Your back," You just barely managed to get out, clawing at his back through his sweatshirt, desperate to find purchase somewhere. "Aki–"

"Fuck waiting until we get home," Aki hissed, licking a stripe all the way from your collarbone to your jaw, "Need you right now."

After Aki made good on his word, taking you right then and there, up against the wall of the dressing room with his hand covering your mouth, he paid for the dress himself, uttering something about having to buy it.

What a gentleman.

Later in the evening, you were standing in front of Aki's bedroom mirror, makeup strewn over the surface of his dresser, brush in hand. You were wearing the black dress from earlier (as per Aki's request). Behind you, Aki had his back turned, doing up the buttons of his freshly-ironed, white dress shirt – crisp white fabric tensing around the muscles in his back and shoulders ever-so slightly before relaxing. As you combed the bristles through your locks, you couldn't help but revel in the domesticity of it all.

He looks so fucking good.

You turned your attention back to your reflection, setting the brush down on the dresser. Then, reaching for the concealer you had just finished using, you dabbed a little onto your neck – over the red hickey he had left in the dressing room only a few hours earlier – and then tapped it into your skin. 

You caught Aki's reflection in the mirror. He was methodically adjusting his cuffs, his face neutral but focused. The sight of him in his neatly pressed shirt sent a quiet flutter through you, but beneath it, a pang of something heavier stirred. A memory.

"This feels like we're married, doesn't it?" you asked, the words leaving your lips softly, almost absentmindedly.

Aki glanced up, meeting your eyes in the mirror. His hands paused briefly, but he didn't respond immediately. You turned away from the mirror and looked at him directly, your heart tightening as you spoke again. 

"I used to do this with my husband," you admitted, voice tinged with a wistful melancholy. "Getting ready together. Picking out the right tie or fixing my makeup while he fussed over his hair." You smiled faintly at the thought, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. "That was before he started the... uh... the–" You swallowed, "The whole being-an-abuser thing..."

Aki's brows furrowed slightly, his hands still on his cuffs. He didn't interrupt, letting you continue.

"Is it crazy that I still think about him?" you confessed, the weight of those words surprising even yourself. "Not in a good way, but I just– I can't seem to wipe him from my memory, you know?" Your voice caught, and you swallowed hard, glancing down at the floor. "How many years we spent together, and now... well, now I hate his guts."

"That's normal. You wasted years of your life on that piece of shit. He's not gonna just disappear, but..." he said quietly, his voice steady. "You don't have to forget him to move forward."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.

You don't have to forget him to move forward.

Can I... move forward?

"You're right," You sighed. Turning back to your reflection, you uncapped the rouge lipstick you had purchased the day before and painted your lips with it. "I think I'm just worried about tonight. I mean, what if he shows up?"

"Don't worry about that," He replied. It was sort of funny, how easily he said it. Like your husband was nothing more than an ant beneath his boot, something that passed like the wind. He slipped his tuxedo coat on with a similar grace, "He's not supposed to come."

"But what if he does?"

Finally, Aki turned around, regarding you with a faint hum, "Then you stay by my side and I beat his ass if he tries getting close to you."

His confidence was admirable. You had no doubt that he could take your husband in a fight. Still, the thought that he wanted to fight for you – the concept of having someone who loved you so much that they were willing to go to war for you – was something foreign to you. It was... nice. You hadn't ever experienced it before.

Why do I feel like crying? Biting back the tears and choosing to smile instead, you walked over to where your lover was standing – basked gently in the warm lamplight, shadows of his past dancing over his face, hair tied back into that stupid little topknot you loved so fucking much. Hell, you loved everything about him.

This is love.

You took the tie from his hands carefully. "Promise you won't leave me?"

Not tonight, not ever? 

Both of you knew what you meant, and it was more than just a request for the evening. It was a promise for the indefinite future, the promise of commitment, the promise that he would love you even on your worst days, when no one else could. 

"On my honor," He peered down into your eyes with nothing but fondness, like you hung the stars and the moon in the sky yourself. Then, barely fighting back a lovestruck grin, he answered, "I love you more than I've ever loved anything before, you know that?"

Promise you won't break my heart? You thought. He was the kind of handsome that made your heart ache. The kind of handsome you wouldn't be able to take getting your heart broken by – the kind of handsome you kept in a locket in your pocket when you went into battle, yearning to return so that you could see it once more.

"You look dashing, honey," You placed your hand on his chest. "Zip my dress up?"

"Of course, pretty girl," He smiled, visibly melting at the nickname – he's so cute. You turned around, baring your back to him. The dress's zipper was undone. His hands were warm and reassuring, grazing the skin of your back, reaching for the zipper and pulling it up. You had to fight a shiver as his hand climbed up your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

When he was done, he laid his head on your shoulder and peered at your reflection, hands coming to rest on your waist. His eyes raked over your dressed form like you were a painting. "We look good together."

You smiled. "I still can't believe this is happening – us, the divorce," You sighed, "Not to kill the buzz."

"You're not chickening out on me, are you?" He teased.

"Of course not. I wanna be with you, Aki," You replied. "I'm not backing down now," A pause, then you continued, "I just... I'm a little lost. I don't know where to go from here. I don't even think I know any lawyers."

Aki pressed a kiss to your nape, murmuring, "I can help you. Don't worry about all of that tonight, though, okay? Just try to have a good time."

Try to have a good time.

Yeah, he's right.

You smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Then, wheeling yourself around, you tossed the tie around his shoulders.

You wound the fabric around his neck – the same way you used to do with your husband so long ago. The way you hadn't in so many years. Then, like they had memories of their own, your hands worked the tie into a bow. Once you were done, you patted his chest for good measure. (It felt like you were patting a wall of muscle, of course). 

Rather than thanking you verbally, Aki leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Then another.

And, when you didn't stop him, he gave you another.

"Aki," You giggled. His love was dizzying – wrapping around you like perfume and making your head feel light. "My lipstick."

"Sorry," He chuckled, not sounding the very least bit sorry about it. Still, he gave in, stepping back to admire you (but not before taking the opportunity to smack your ass). "I'm gonna check on Denji. Gotta make sure he doesn't fuck up my old suit."

You smiled, "He's 16, isn't he? I think he can handle dressing himself."

"Last time we had a black-tie event, he decided not to tell anyone that he totally fucked the buttons up until after the party was halfway over," He replied. "You overestimate him."

"I can help him," You added. "Does he know how to tie a tie?"

"Not a chance," He snapped back, already heading out the door. "You're only allowed to do that shit for me. He can piss off."

He's so jealous, You mused. Still, you couldn't deny the way your eyes dropped down to his slack-bound ass as he walked out the door. He looks so good in slacks, it's not even funny.

Your quiet reverie was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Before you could answer, it swung open, and Power's wild head of hair popped in. Her expression was unusually... uncertain, her eyes darting around the room before finally landing on you. 

"You," she said, pointing dramatically. "Help me."

You blinked. "Me?"

"Yes, you!" she said with a huff, stepping fully into the room. She was wearing a suit of her own. "Topknot said I look like feces. Feces! Can you believe that?!" 

"Actually, yeah," you said, lips twitching into a smirk before you could stop yourself. Power glared, but it lacked her usual venom, replaced instead by something almost... sheepish. 

She groaned. "You're the only other girl around here. Teach me! Make me not look like feces."

"Uh..." You glanced at her face, then at the chaotic contents of the bag. It looked like she'd raided a dollar store makeup aisle and grabbed whatever she thought was shiny. "Do you even know what any of this is for?"

"Of course not!" she snapped, crossing her arms like you'd offended her deeply. "That's why I came to you. Now, fix my face!"

You stared at her for a moment, caught between surprise and amusement. "Alright, fine. Sit down," you said, gesturing toward the foot of Aki's bed. "But if you're gonna ask for my help, you have to actually listen to me."

"Fine, fine," Power grumbled, plopping into the chair with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. "Just make me look better than him." She jabbed a finger toward the door, clearly referring to Aki. 

You couldn't help but laugh as you started sorting through her chaotic collection of makeup. "That's a tall order, Power. But I'll do my best."

Power squirmed on the edge of Aki's bed, her knees bouncing with impatience. "How long is this going to take? I don't have all day, you know!" 

You rolled your eyes as you sorted through the chaotic pile of makeup she'd brought. Most of it was a disaster—cheap glitter, unflattering shades of lipstick, and eyeshadow palettes that looked like they'd been designed by a clown. "If you want me to make you look good, you'll have to sit still and stop complaining." 

Power groaned dramatically, flopping backward. "This is torture. I thought humans were supposed to be good at this kind of thing!" 

"Some of us are," you said, holding up a small collection of products you deemed usable. "But if you keep moving like that, I'm going to make you look worse than 'feces.'" 

She bolted upright, glaring at you. "Impossible! I, Power, cannot look worse than feces!" 

You smirked, stepping closer with a makeup brush in hand. "We'll see about that. Now close your eyes." 

Power reluctantly complied, squeezing her eyes shut like a kid about to take medicine. You began gently brushing a soft beige eyeshadow across her lids, choosing a subtle color to even out her skin tone. 

"Why is this taking so long?" she mumbled, her voice laced with irritation. "Just slap it on and be done!" 

You resisted the urge to sigh. "Makeup isn't about 'slapping it on.' It's an art. You have to take your time." 

She cracked one eye open, peering at you suspiciously. "You like doing this, don't you? Messing with my face." 

You snorted. "You're the one who asked me for help." 

"I didn't ask," she shot back. "I demanded. There's a difference." 

"Of course there is," you said dryly, moving on to her eyeliner. "Now hold still. This part's tricky." 

As you carefully traced a wing along her lash line, Power muttered, "Why do humans care so much about this? Isn't it better to be feared than admired?" 

"Maybe," you replied, leaning back to inspect your work. "But admiration has its perks. And it doesn't hurt to look nice every now and then." 

Power scoffed. "I already look nice. I'm the pinnacle of beauty." 

You smirked, reaching for a tube of mascara. "You'd look better if you stopped bragging." 

She opened her mouth to retort but snapped it shut when you held up the wand. "What's that?" 

"Mascara," you said. "It makes your lashes look longer." 

"Longer lashes? What's the point of that?" 

"To look pretty," you said, leaning closer. "Now blink." 

Power blinked, the wand brushing her lashes. She flinched slightly but didn't complain. "This is weird. Do you do this every day?" 

"Not every day," you admitted. "But sometimes, yeah. It's fun." 

She was quiet for a moment, her golden eyes flicking to yours. "You do it for Topknot, don't you?" 

You felt your cheeks warm. "I don't do it for him." 

Power smirked, clearly pleased with herself. "Hah! I knew it. You're trying to keep him hooked!" 

"It's certainly a perk," you said with a shrug, dabbing a soft blush on her cheeks. "He likes me with or without makeup, though."

"He likes you a lot. Like, in general," Power frowned, looking uncharacteristically thoughtful. "He's... less boring these days. You make him less boring." 

You paused, surprised by the honesty in her tone. "Thanks, Power. That means a lot." 

"Don't get mushy on me," she grumbled, crossing her arms. "Just finish already." 

You smiled, reaching for the final touch—a tube of lipstick in a flattering shade of pink. "Alright, last step. Hold still." 

Power pouted dramatically as you applied the lipstick, her sharp teeth peeking out when she smirked. "Am I done now?" 

"Almost," you said, stepping back to admire your work. She looked... surprisingly polished. The soft tones balanced out her wild energy, giving her a refined edge without losing her unique charm. 

"Okay, now you're done," you said, handing her a mirror. 

Power snatched it eagerly, her eyes widening as she took in her reflection. "Whoa... I look.. amazing!" She spun toward you, her grin wide and toothy. "I'm a goddess!" 

You laughed, shaking your head. "You look good, Power. But don't let it go to your head." 

"Too late!" she declared, striking a dramatic pose. Then, to your surprise, she bowed deeply. "Thank you, lowly human. Your skills are worthy of my magnificence." 

Before you could respond, she bolted for the door, yelling, "Topknot! Behold my beauty!" 

Aki appeared in the doorway just in time to watch her sprint down the hall. He sighed, his hand smoothing over his tuxedo and, God, he looked as good as always. "What did you do to her?" 

"Just gave her a little confidence boost," you said with a grin. 

Aki stepped into the room, looking sharp in his tailored suit. His gaze softened as it landed on you. "You look beautiful."

Before he could say more, Denji peeked around the corner, his curiosity evident. "Sorry to interrupt. What's with Power? She's yelling about being a goddess or something." 

You smiled, leaning into Aki as he sighed again. "She asked me to do her makeup," you said warmly. 

Denji's eyes widened, "That's like putting lipstick on a pig."

"And you wearing a suit isn't the same shit?" Aki retorted. Then, one last look at you, and he was reiterating his previous compliment, "That dress looks phenomenal on you, by the way."

His gaze lingered for a beat longer, his lips curving into the smallest of smirks, as if daring you to remember too.

"Yeah, miss!" Denji chimed in with an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "You're seriously smokin'!"

Aki didn't even hesitate. He jabbed Denji right in the nuts, sending him doubling over with a dramatic groan.

"Idiot," Aki muttered, though he didn't look the least bit sorry. He turned back to you, brushing his knuckles gently against your hand. "Are you ready to go?"

You smiled, letting your fingers graze his before rising to your feet. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Aki stepped aside to let you pass, his hand resting lightly on your lower back as you made your way out. Denji followed behind, still muttering complaints about "stupid old men" as they all piled into the car.

a/n: I LOVE DENJI SO MUCH UGH. i wanted some comfort before i wrote the next chapter. pls beware omg. all ill say is that all of you will FINALLY BE SATISFIED!!!! let me know your predictions or whatnot in the comments below!!!! Love u alllllll xx QOTD: What do you do for work/study? x

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Headcanons on shisui, minato, and Yamato on how they'd react to their s/o (civilian shinobi or otherwise:)) getting attacked and almost dying? 😭 need the agnst in my life rn I love ur work ur iconic uwu

A/N: the angsssst! but it's okay I love angst it's what I do haha but mostly as long as it has a happy ending because we deserve that as a treat as do they. And aw thanks sm!

TAGS: angst, reader attacked/almost dies, sad characters, mini scenarios rather than headcanons, mentions of hospitals, mentions of wounds, mentions of being impaled, no graphic injuries, characters blaming themselves, long post under cut

CHARACTERS: Shisui Uchiha, Minato Namikaze, Yamato

SHISUI UCHIHA

Shisui is usually the calm and collected one no matter the situation. He can take out any enemy. Always has a plan and can lighten any situation with a lighthearted quip should it call for it.

But this, oh god nothing can prepare him for this.

You're not supposed to be able to get hit. Your entire jutsu is supposed to be impenetrable. More so than that, he's supposed to be your eyes in case things go wrong, your back up.

The enemy found a weak spot though—pulled a thread in the seam everything falls apart right in front of him.

Shisui feels so powerless as he calls your name.

'I've got you.' He says, catching you just before you hit the ground.

He ducks for cover as kunai come at him from all sides. The rest of the squad focus on the guy who got you. Taking down the rest of the enemies is a sinch in comparison. He can't even think about anything else except getting you out and alive.

When he makes it through the thick of the trees he feels you tremble in his arms.

'Shisui.' You call his name, same as you have a thousand times before but this time it's so quiet, almost ghostly.

Shisui is terried to look down but he has to. He can't let you down by betraying his fears. He needs to make you feel safe.

'H-hey.' He doesn't mean to let his voice slip and tremble as he sees how you don't look so good. 'It's going to be alright. We're almost there.'

You manage a nod.

By the time he makes it to the medics you begin to fade and he panics. They take you off his hands and into the tent to tend to your wounds.

Shisui spends the whole time pacing outside pale as a ghost.

He can't sit or stand still. He's a jolting mess. He can barely accept the water or food offered to him by his comrades.

It's the longest wait of his life waiting for you to wake up.

'Shisui.' Is the first thing you say as you come to.

He cries he's so overcome with emotion. Takes your hand and drops his face against it. Poor Shisui is so exhausted and has been so scared he just loves you so much.

MINATO NAMIKAZE

Guilt overwhelms Minato as he sits in the hospital room waiting for you to wake up.

He wasn't there when you had been injured because he held so much faith in your ability to hold your own and now he can't help but blame himself for being so carless. He should have been there. He should have been with you.

It's not that now he believes you can't handle yourself, it's that he should have been there anyway. Anyone can slip up. Anything can happen. This is proof of that and he knows that now.

If he could go back and do things differently— 

No it's too late for that. He would do right and better by you now.

He stays by your side each day waiting for you to wake up. He speaks to you, tells you little things about each day that are trivial but also deep things like how much he cares for you.

'I'm sorry.' He whispers, stroking your hand. 'I love you, I'll be here when you wake up.'

He lets go of your hand and walks over to the window to look out onto the village below.

Everything seems smaller, holds less meaning without you here awake beside him. It's like something is missing. He's no longer quite whole.

There's a stiring behind him and Minato turns wide eyed to find you coming to.

He can't quite believe it when your eyes flutter open.

'Mmm.' You groan. 'Damn that hurts.'

A soft chuckle escapes him and then a few tears too. Just a flood of relief hits at the signs of you being there.

Then you turn to him, a little more awake.

'Hey.' You say. 'What are you doing all the way over there, huh?'

And that's all it takes for him to just crowd you in the tightest (but also careful) hug.

'I'm so glad you're awake.' He whispers. 'I'm so sorry.'

'Don't be sorry.' You assure him. 'I'm glad you're here though.'

He pulls away and looks you deep in the eyes. 'I love you.'

It's enough to take your breath away. 'I love you, too.'

YAMATO

The image of you jumping in front of him to protect him is something Yamato will never forget. He's not sure he can forgive you for it either if you don't wake up.

He knows neither of you had a choice but— 

Seeing you there impaled is just not something he can ever forgive.

You should have let it hit him. Village be damned he'd rather—okay he would not rather hundreds of other people die instead of you getting injured but that's besides the point! He should never of had to see you that way. If you didn't worm your way into his life and make him care then— 

Oh who is he kidding.

Yamato could never be mad at you.

He's mad at himself. He should never have agreed to put you in this situation in the first place. There should have been a better strategy. He should have thought up a better strategy.

'It was an impossible situation, stop beating yourself up over it and just be there instead.'

Yamato lifts his head.

'Kakashi.' He balls his fists against his pants then sighs unfurling them. 'I know it's just—'

'Just that you think you could have strategised yourself out of an impossible situation now that it's over.'

'This is different.'

'It's always different with the people we care about.' He gives him a knowing expression. 'With the people we love.'

'I don't need a pep talk right now.'

'No but you also don't need to sit here waiting for someone to scold you like you've done something wrong.'

Yamato gives him a doubtful look.

'You both did your duty and what you wanted to do so now you ought to both be together for the waking up part.' Kakashi sighs. 'Neither of you are dying today.'

Yamato takes a deep breath letting it settle in his lungs before he exhales again. Kakashi was right. He needs to be by your side.

'Okay.' Is all he says before he stands and heads to your room, leaving his senpai behind.

The tension is palpable as he enters your room. The machines beeping and your assisted breathing fill his ears. He sits beside you timid as he shifts closer.

'Sorry, I took so long.' Is all he whispers as he wakes for you to wake.

Your eyes flicker open a few moments later as if to let him know it's alright. He's not mad anymore, only relieved. Loved.

[sinisxtea]

dreamscape album thoughts bc i don't remember the last time i did a full review of an album since doyoung album

intro: dreamscape

i love the cutesy vibes <33 it's so very parallelism to icantfeelanything with the rushing and mixing of the vocals and songs, but in a contrasting vibe it's more uplifting rather than the dreariness of icantfeelanything. although

lowkey sounds like something that could come out of animal crossing idk

when i'm with you

THE HOUSE MUSIC IM LAUGHING SM ENTERTAINMENT WHY DO WE KEEP BRINGING HOUSE BACK

house isn't my favorite genre so i feel like it's a bit weak

but i'll definitely gaslight myself into liking the title track dw guys !!

flying kiss

tbh im glad they released this before the title track and album bc oh my god i would've taken no interest in it in comparison to the other songs. just like the title track rn i feel like the b-sides definitely are better than the tt track.

chat tell me it doesn't sound like blank space by taylor swift

TELL ME IT DOESNT

okay but for vibe wise i think the intro definitely makes me feel like im in that zen place in zootopia for some reason yknow with the yak and his meditation thing. anyways that sounds oddly specific but idk its very mystical meditation core idk

i hate fruits

THIS SONG IS SO FUNNY

but also very nct dream coded i love my 7dream <33

i have no poking thoughts i think its cute

no escape

my wife.

you can't have her she's mine

backbone pussy holding this album together

best of me

this sounds like the type of song that plays in the background when you're locked in on one of those cool math game puzzle games thats like minecraft music ominous but not there yet so like ur not freaked out but it's still getting on your nerves kinda slightly but you know you gotta lock in. im locked in.

YOU

oh now this is minecraft music

BUT THE JAZZ BREAK HELLO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE JAZZ BREAK??

I LOVE IT WHEN WE USE JAZZ IN KPOP

heavenly

heaven by txt's twin sister

its very nct dream coded i love them

night poem

in my opinion one of the weaker songs on this album but it's cute <33

like no song on this album is bad obviously, i don't hate any of them, this one just kinda falls flat in comparison to them.

off the wall

i LOVE THE 70S DISCO FUNK VIBE

treasure !!! that is what you are <33

it's not really nct dream's vibe in my opinion but i could get behind this to be honest it's really cute <33

here's my top 3 ranking

no escape

flying kiss

YOU

[k9punkout]

Ofc now I need to ask Mizi for the ask game-

MIZI MY BABE MY GIRL MY EVERYTHING

1. Why I like them

the thing i love most about mizi is her resilience.

imagine you were told that the sky is blue your entire life, and all you've ever seen was a blue sky, and you're looking forward to something you've wanted all your life... and then that thing finally comes and it's nothing like what they told you it was going to be and all of a sudden the sky is neon orange and all your friends are dead. me personally i would never get back up.

but SHE did. she kept going, she found strength in her pain and anger in her grief... but most of all she didn't let that anger consume her. that's what makes her the most admirable character in the show. not only did she find it in her to FIGHT, but she did so with hope and with love. with the intention to save, not to destroy.

i also loved the way she displayed optimism in anakt garden. she was so cheerful it became a flaw.

she was overly nice and smiley towards everyone because she was afraid of being judged, her guardian was always kind to her, she was well liked and never hurt by the segyein. there's no need to focus on anything bad when you have a life like that. especially if you want people to view you as a happy, funny, lovable girl.

so naturally, deliberately, she looked to the bright side. brushed off the subtle signs, the dead pixels in the corner of the screen, the small hints that something may be wrong. and oh, how she suffered for it. oh, how her loved ones suffered for it.

it's so tragic it's so perfect it's just.

2. Why I don't

i don't like how despite all this, she doesn't succeed in saving anyone. how she's probably blaming herself for getting herself and hyuna recaptured. how she has to lose EVERYTHING before she can actually change ANYTHING.

she deserves sm better why would you do this to that sweet girl

3. Favorite lyric

"Hope withered in the abyss."

4. Favorite frame/screenshot

THESE TWO. god we dont talk about mizi's breakdown ENOUGH and like. UGHHH the loss of reason in her eyes, the way she's drooling like a crazed animal, the way she was forced down like a rabid dog. the fact that she never cowered, not even with the gun to her head.

5. Favorite outfit

probably her rebellion outfit. it's badass but she makes it look so cute

6. Favorite official art

there are many way to interpret this one but no matter how you see it, i find it so awesome how flawed and human mizi looks in contrast to her perception of sua.

(personally, i view this as a moment of utter weakness for mizi in which she pleasures herself and thinks of sua (hence the positions, her expression, and the accentuated curves in comparison to many other arts), and i think that raw desire paired with guilt and grief is such a perfect portrayal of the mess mizi was left in after sua's death)

honorable mention to this one:

love the "drunk on love" expression on her face. the way she's pushing back her hair to reveal her cracks, almost as if she's saying: "this is me in my entirety. this is what you've done to me. look at the shambles that i am in and return to me, love me like this, love my pain just as i have loved yours."

7. Favorite canon fact

probably that she wanted to be till's friend and was admiring him from afar. like wdym these two IDIOTS were both staring at each other like "man, they're so cool.... i wish i could get closer to them, but they probably don't have enough time for me..."

8. Favorite straight-up-not-canon headcanon

it happens rarely, but not never: mizi sometimes feels hatred for sua because she lied to her. because they were never truly on the same page, and she was unaware of this until it was too late.

9. Favorite song/cover

the mizisua cure cover actually has me dying every time i hear it like the PAIN IN HER VOICE THE FACT THAT SHE SINGS ALL ALONE OH MY GODDDD.

10. Song I want them to cover

all in mizi cover guys please please hear me out guys ple

[the-fabled-void]

Thoughts on reapertale chara? I feel like we need more of them and the fact that reapercore(reapertale chara x core frisk) is canon is a very interesting concept which i very much love and i want more of reapertale chara in general sm

Also i should probably ask if ur comfortable which chara ships-

I've tried to get more into Reapertale lore, but as far as I'm aware it started as a Soriel AU and then expanded. And as much as I find RT Soriel adorable, it never interested me enough to get into the rest of the AU (especially early on bc I was very bitter about how some Soriel shippers portrayed and still portray Asgore)

I did read up on Chara a bit! I do like them being "the first human who fell" being turned into "the first human." I also feel like them worshipping and believing in the gods of RT makes sense.

I don't the corruption bit that I read, mostly because I'm bitter bc evil Chara *eye roll*

But hey, I guess it wasn't executed as horribly as it could have been, and it even matches with canon UT Chara a little (failed death -> corruption)

As for them with Core, I find it really interesting and cute! It seems random, but it doesn't need a huge lore reason.

They do seem like opposites- a vessel of chaos & violence x someone who was so obsessed with a happy ending that they kept resetting to relive the experience. The one that causes mischief, and the one who tries to help people who've lost everything. So, opposites attract?

Lmao Core thinking "I can change them"/j

But also, they share some similarities. Immortality and... Some kind of omnipresence if we go with the idea that chaos is everywhere.

And they were both too attached to the world (Chara's DETERMINATION and Frisk's unwillingness to let the story end)

Oh, oops, this turned into a character comparison instead of a proper ship analysis

All I wanted to say, they have a lot of potential to work really well, as they contrast off of each other but also share common ground

As for your question about ships involving Chara- don't worry, I enjoy them! As long as they're not being shipped with an adult or Asriel, I'm not gonna turn up my nose.

My personal favorites are Cocoapowder and Charisk (as long as it's not a universe where the Dreemurrs take in Frisk too... for obvious reasons)

Not that there's many other options, but these are mine! Feel free to ask me or bring up your own ideas!

[hiding-in-the-vault]

Hello!! The prison break but it's cold looks so good, I love you art sm oh my god! Question, how did you choose your colors for that? And what else did you do to convey that feeling of cold?

Thank you!! :D I will do my best to explain a bit of my process here! Hopefully it helps someone out

TLDR: De-saturated cold colors, lots of layers of shading, and heavy heavy contrast

Here's an example of some of the base colors, without any of the shading.

Usually, I pick the literal colors and let the shading do all the work, but for this one, I de-saturated and cooled all of the base colors to help get that colder feeling. Normally Techno would be a brighter pink, and the prison outfit would be a brighter orange, and I normally would make the fur on the cloaks (and technos tusks) be white. But white feels more like a hot color, so i try to avoid it entirely. Even the snow will always at least be a light grey like in that top corner. Even with the text!

(You can also see here how a lot of my snowflakes are actually a medium/dark grey, but that layer is on top of the shading, so it makes them feel brighter and easier to see in comparison without being too bright.)

On top of that, I add a lot of layers of shading and overlays.

I had several layers of multiply shading, all in a variation of dark greyish blue or purple. Here's a little thing I whipped up-- the first image there has 1 layer of shadow just on the guys at about 60% opacity, then I filled a whole layer with the same color at 100%, and erase the small areas i want to be brighter. I tend to just add more as I need them.

Then the Add layer with any bright orange light goes on top of that.

Lastly is my overlay noise layer. it doesnt do much for the color or darkness because its so dull, but i like the texture. feels Gritty

I think the contrast really helps sell the feeling of Cold.

Contrast in both value And color is important!!!

Sometimes I add a layer of shading, decide its not enough, and duplicate it and merge the two to double the darkness. I Loooovveee dramatic lighting, which is all about going a little further than you think you need to with shadow. And very stark, eye catching brights.

I think there's some color theory rule about picking one dominant saturated color to use sparingly, and making all the others much duller.

This scene here, I tried to give it a foggy appearance. Obviously there's the snowflakes, but over the background panel, I had multiple layers of texture and airbrush and Stuff to make it feel fuzzier, harder to see. I did the same thing when I drew a desert scene ages ago, so that's not really a Cold specific thing, but it does help build the feeling of being stranded and fighting the elements.

Anyway thats all I can think to say rn :')

[betareki]

Hi previous fate anon again!!

Thanks so much for your reply!! Please, I’m begging you to share all your thoughts about this AU. The joy of having such a talented person create and share a world combining a current interest and a decade long interest cannot really be expressed.

It totally makes sense that it would follow more of your own plot rather than the game specific ones!! I was just curious after the Rin and Grian connection, and having a preference for the unlimited blade works storyline in comparison to HL and fate. Now I’ve even more excited to see what else you have cooked up for them!!!!

It’s really interesting how Archer shows how Scar loses himself. The Archer and Grian things you’ve drawn are so fun with the way that Archer gets more annoyed with Grian and I’m so pumped to see more of that relationship (the snipe that guy sketch lives in my head rent free). As someone who cared a lot more about Rin and Archer than Shirou and Saber, I will admit I am heavily biased towards them, but god do I love Scar and Rider so much.

I love how you’ve set up the servants too to all be game winners and only remember the previous seasons, not the future ones. I love how it impacts Saber and Pearl’s relationship because he only remembers his ally!!! The angst potential with Rider finding out that Archer is future Scar terrifies me deeply. On that note, holy shit am I excited to see if Berseker and Saber interact (poor Pearl).

Grian’s physical abilities being inspired by Kuzuki!! I love it.

Sorry that this is definitely all over the place!! Please always indulge in yapping about this!!!

eeeeeeeeeeee you’re too nice im actually meltinggggg (*´∇｀*) i luvvvv seeing people combine the life series w their favorite shows n games n such, and i’ve done a couple as well but the only one that’s stuck with me was fate, it’s really resparked my love for the series n im so sososo ecstatic that you would be interested as a fan of the fate series!!!!(i was a little scared fate fans would see this n get on to me about all my mess ups haha)

ugghhsghdhd you and me both, i just wish ubw was a little more rin centric!!! i luvvv heaven’s feel but ubw is definitely the fav in my heart!! with how much rin’s influence impacts the story and her involvement in every route, it’s so sad to see her be pushed to the side in comparison to the other heroines :((

sighhhhhhhh grian n archer’s relationship,,,i have a handful of sketches of them bickering n arguing but they’re pretty close up until grian uses his first command seal,,after that things are a little tense between them hehe :) goddd the sniping bit, it means sm to me that you liked it, it was part of one of the first mini comics i made for this that was never put out (๑>◡<๑)

aaaaaaaa pearl n saber i can’t wait to draw saber finding out berserker’s identity!!! and pearl using her command seals!!! and everything involving the two of them!!! he’s sooo absolutely devoted to pearl because of how selfless n caring she was in LL, giving him two of her lives and all. but the forefront of berserker’s mind is only how everyone treated her in DL （≧∇≦） him meeting berserker and not having a clue on how pearl could’ve become someone like this uugghhghghghfhh

it was sooooooo long ago like way before i started using tumblr but the first little comic thing i did was grian finding out scar n archer were the same person, but it was soo rough i don’t know if it’s still up (i deleted some of my early fate stuff bc a lots been changed). so rider definitely knows archer’s scar hehe, he just doesn’t understand why. it’s so hard to put rider’s state of mind into words, but at the end of the day he doesn’t like interacting w archer out of guilt from the events in the hgw :P

it’s so exciting to blab about this stuff and i hope it’s not too cluttered!! i often forget what i’ve said publicly or not and might bring up something that requires more context😖😖 you are sososooo awesome sauce and it’s always so fun to hear from you!!!!💖💗💓💖💖💓💗💗💓