#I was so emotionally attached to that ram

[thymeandmint]

so after about a month of stability in the main tank ive decided to try and introduce GBRs again. I've opted to get a slightly larger/older pair than previous, hoping that they will be a little hardier. Both of them have arrived and look supremely healthy which is really relieving, since the last pair i got one was very pale and sad and the other had a gill issue. They seem super lively and are already curious about everything in the tank, I'm just hoping they dont pick on my little ember tetras. I've already decided if they do bother my tetras too much, I'll move them to my 30L temporarily and i'll rehome them.

I've also decided to add back some kuhli loaches, as the ones atm are a little shy, so im hoping bringing the numbers back up will help them be more confident!

[zeltqz]

selfish, selfish lover | haitani ran

syn. being in a no strings attached relationship with ran is hard, especially when he's so emotionally unavailable for your tastes.

notes. originally this was going to be for shuji because....duh, but then i had a dream of this exact scenario with ran instead. so ofc ima so a 180 and write toxic ran. love that shit saurr muchhh

“This is the tenth time your horny ass called me over this week.” You dropped your bag onto Ran’s nightstand, ignoring the way it landed toppled over, some items rolling onto the floor.

You moved to sit on his bed and Ran looked at you from his desk. He closed his laptop and turned on the chair to face you. You watched his eyes linger on your outfit, a slow smirk curling onto his lips. “I didn’t ask you to dress up for me tonight.”

“It’s not for you. I was out and you called me.”

“You still look nice tonight.”

“Tonight?” you asked, crossing your arms together. “What do you mean tonight? What about yesterday? Or the eight other times this week alone you called me to fuck?” you complained as Ran stood up from his seat and made his way towards you.

He stopped in front of you on the bed as you glared up at him, face in a deep scowl. “You good? Why so upset?” he asked as he cupped your face with one hand, long fingers digging into your cheeks as he tilted your face to look up at him.

“I’m not upset,” you said, tone clearly upset.

He didn’t have the time, nor energy to debunk why you were acting up right now. “Yeah, whatever.” He shrugged his shirt off and for a moment you felt your frustrations disappear. 

He gently pushed you flat on your back on the bed and climbed on top of you, arms caging you in against him and the mattress. He leaned down and marked your neck with kisses. You sighed softly and tilted your head back, moving your fingers to his hair. The feeling of his lips against your skin was long missed and he barely gave you time to marvel in the sensation before quickly moving down. 

He hooked a finger past the hem of your dress, so tight it was clinging to your skin, and slid it up and over your hips. He grabbed at the flesh of your ass and thighs as he kissed down your stomach, fingers deftly caressing and massaging your thighs. 

He shedded your clothes off with ease, undoing your bra in record time and flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air. You arched further,  pressing your ass back against his hips to feel his hard cock pressing against your ass through his boxers.

“Love your body so much. Fuck,” he groaned, the low raspy sound making a moan escape from you. He gripped the flesh of your ass with two big hands, spanking once to elicit a long moan from you into the sheets as you gripped them tight. 

He slowly inserted a finger, then two, gently fucking them into you. Your hips stuttered and you struggled to keep the lower half of your body up in the air. He scissored his fingers, curling them at the right angles to make you scream, clutching at the sheets in desperation. His fingers were drenched in your slick when he pulled them out, using that to lube up his cock. 

“Get the condom in there.” He gestured towards the bedside table. You reached over with shaky fingers and slapped around until you found one, reaching behind you to hand it to him. 

He opened it and rolled it down the length of his cock, his boxers pulled to his knees as he lined his cock to your entrance. “You ready?”

“Yeah, just hurry up.”

He slowly inserted himself, a low groan escaping him as he tilted his head back, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning as his cock sank into your warm heat. His hands rested against the sides of your ass, holding you in place.

“Shit,” he grunted, snapping his hips to shove his cock deeper in you. You screamed and clutched at the sheets almost painfully, your knuckles turning a different colour. He pulled you back to meet each of his thrusts, ramming his cock into you with enough force to knock you off balance. You collapsed onto your chest, your hips still in the air as he continued his ravenous thrusts. 

He leaned forward until his arms were on either side of your head, the new position forcing his cock to hit at a deeper angle. He grinded his hips down into yours. 

“Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he murmured, bending down to whisper in your ear. “Best pussy I ever had.” 

You couldn’t verbally respond, unable to even come up with any words as you moaned continuously. Your thighs ached from the position, your back now starting to suffer. Whenever it came to fucking Ran, he always chose the positions hard on your body whether he meant to or not. Your favourite was always to be facing him, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible, touching him, kissing him, running your hands greedily along his chest and back muscles. 

“I’m gonna, fuck.” He slammed his hips against yours one more time and groaned as he came into the condom. He waited a few seconds to catch his breath before slipping out of you. You felt empty when you heard him slip off the bed, tugging his boxers back up. He headed back to his desk to grab his phone.

“Ran,” you said sternly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hm?” He didn’t look up from his screen to even acknowledge you.

“I didn’t finish.”

“Finish what?” 

“Didn’t finish my exam. What the fuck do you think, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, still not looking at you. You heard the text message swoosh sound effect as he texted someone back, and your chest ached at the thought of it being another girl. Though you two never made things official, you still weren’t seeing any other guys, and assumed he wasn’t seeing anyone else either. After all, if he was, why would he call you almost 8 times a week just to hook up with you.

“Oh my god.” You genuinely wanted to punch him. “I didn’t cum. I can’t believe you’re making me spell this out to you right now.” You know you sound so whiny right now, but the fact he’s not even paying attention to you has you feeling beyond frustrated.

He looked up from his phone at you as it finally registered. “You didn’t?” You shook your head. He finally turned off his phone, tossing it on the edge of the bed, landing beside you. “Oh shit, baby. ‘M so sorry. Lemme make it up to you.”

The cloudy fog in your mind had finally lifted, all bright sunny skies now. “Really?” you asked a little too hopefully, watching his every move as he rounded the bed again, sitting down next to you. 

“Yeah come on.” He pulled your knee over his lap to straddle him and kissed you soundly. You kissed him back just as eagerly, desperate for some kind of attention and affection, lacing your fingers in his hair.

He reached inside his boxers and pulled his cock out. “Wait, make me hard first.” 

You agreed and slid off his lap, onto your knees on the floor. His hands curled into fists on the sheets as he watched you lap at his cock. You sucked the tip into your mouth, flicking your tongue up and down the length of his cock. You finally took him fully in your mouth, bobbing your head as you attempted to take him deeper in your mouth.

“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned, throwing his head back, moving his hand to your hair to help you take it deeper. Your nose pressed into his pelvis and you gagged as he held you there for a few seconds before pulling you off. His cock was coated in your saliva and your breathing ragged as you panted, trying to catch your breath.

“Come here.” He moved both hands behind his back as you clambered back on top of him, fitting him back up to your entrance. “Fuck yourself on me till you cum,” he ordered, saying the words against your lips. 

You nodded and slowly sank down on his cock, moaning softly into his mouth when his cock curved at the right spot. With each roll of your hips his hands grip onto your hips, crescent shaped fingernails digging into your skin as he fights the urge to control your movements, but he stops himself, reminding himself that this was for you not him.

As you bounced on him, he wanted to reach out and touch your tits, grab and squeeze them, lick them as they bounced in his face but he kept his hands to himself. You wished he could do more to help you finish, just even touching you or whispering dirty things into your ears would do wonders, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment by begging so you kept it to yourself. 

You wished he could touch you too. Wanting him to play with your clit, use those fingers of his to good use, but he’s just keeping his hands to himself. It’s so incredibly frustrating, especially with this position. You want to kiss him, wrap your arms around his shoulders, mark him with your lips, but you feared you weren’t on that level. It wasn’t so bad, you thought as you neared your orgasm. You felt your thighs beginning to ache, the familiar warmth inside your abdomen coming to light.

“Oh fuck, I’m close,” you whisper, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling. You grinded against his hips, chasing that feeling and trying to make his cock hit that spot inside you. 

His phone pinged and you ignored it, continuing your movements. He, on the other hand, grabbed it. You felt yourself getting closer, opening your eyes to see him back on his phone, smiling down at his screen. The all too familiar heat dimmed out as you realised his attention was no longer on you, and back on that stupid phone.

Your hips and movement slowed to a steady grind, the passion from earlier now gone. You just want to go home.

“Oh I’m cumming,” you lied straight through your teeth, a hollow feeling adding to the iciness already in your chest when he doesn’t even respond. Seriously, why the fuck were you here? 

You slipped off him and began to search for your clothes.

“Oh, you’re done?” He locked his phone and set it down beside him. “That was quick.”

“Yeah whatever.” You re adjusted your dress in the mirror and grabbed your bag from his nightstand. “I’m going now.”

“Alright bye.”

When you entered your car, you fought from breaking down where you sat. You were unsure why that was so humiliating. It was when you realised that the reason his subtle neglect hurt more this time was because you actually liked him, and subconsciously wanted him to like you back. The two of you never used to do aftercare, so you were unsure why you expected it now. You both barely spoke during it, or barely kissed and actually made love like you wanted to. It wasn’t worth it anymore though. His priorities were clearly set elsewhere and so were yours. 

That night you vowed to yourself to ignore the next time he texts. It's been a week since that incident and he finally texted you this afternoon.

ran: yo? U busy tonight?

You: yes. Leave me alone

ran: okay cool. When are you free? I miss you 

You: I don’t. sorry I can’t do this anymore. Whatever you call this shit. I want to stop

ran: why?

You: because its not worth it anymore. I want to focus on my studies and getting into med school. I skipped so many classes whenever you would text me and i just wanna focus on myself. 

ran: i never forced you to come. That was your choice

You: i know. I never blamed you did i? plus the way you treated me last time just made me feel horrible and i dont think i want to continue anymore

ran: where is this even coming from?did you not finish last time?

You: I didn’t. maybe you would’ve noticed if you actually gave a fuck about the person in front of you and paid attention. just forget. I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Just move on. Ur hot you can find another fuck buddy in no time 

You: oh and don’t text me again. Thanks

ran: tf? you can’t just say all this and leave

You: watch me

2 missed calls

ran: so ur really just gonna ignore me instead of having an actual conversation about what’s bothering you? And you said my communication was shit

ran: man, whatever 

You blocked him that night. It hurt for a few days and you would go back and reread the conversation, wondering if you really handled it that well. You knew you had to be harsh because if you didn’t he’d use his sweet words to try to coax you back in. And the last thing you wanted was to repeat the cycle.

The next few months fly by without any contact with Ran. Despite having some mutual friends, like your neighbour Kakucho, he always gave you a heads up when Ran was coming to a party, or hangout so you could stray away that day. You caught up on all your missing work, retook some exams and overall found your mental health improving. You got sent a letter from your dream med school telling you you’d been accepted and you were overcome with joy. All your hard work paid off, all the late night study sessions in the library, staying up till 6am revising. 

Kakucho simply lived down the road from you and you all but skipped on your way to his house, pounding on his door and smiling from ear to ear when you heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. 

He opened the door, eyes wide when he looked at you. 

“I got in!” You held up your acceptance letter up to his face to see, bouncing on the balls of your feet. 

“What?”

“I got in! LOOK !” You shoved the letter more in his face and he had to pull back a bit to read it. 

His eyebrows rose as he processed the information, a small smile on his face. “Oh shit. Congratulations. But I think you shou—”

“Can you believe it?! My work finally paid off. Holy shit, I’m going to uni,” you said as you shook his shoulders relentlessly. “Do you understand what this means to me?”

“I have a brief idea, but—”

“I could use some alcohol right now. You got some?”

You pushed past Kakucho who was doing his best to guard the door to prevent you from entering. He sighed, unable to get a single word out and followed you to the kitchen as you slapped around his cupboards for some liquor.

“(Name) I seriously don’t think you should be here right now.” As if to prove his point he heard footsteps coming down his stairs. “Ran—”

“Yeah Whatever.” You clicked your tongue and waved him off flippantly. “Ran has nothing to do with this, or my success. I did this by myself. This,” you held the now wrinkled piece of paper back in his face, “won’t hurt my feelings, make me feel like shit, and tell me everything I want to hear so it could fuck me one last time. This shit is real. I’m going to fucking med school Kaku!” You cheered again. 

Someone started clapping in the hallway, a slow pace that sounded nearly sarcastic and your excitement came to a halt, leaving your body and melting as you met eyes with the man in question. 

Kakucho sighed and stepped out of the doorway to allow Ran entry into the kitchen. He had the decency to keep some sort of distance from you, but the way he was biting his lip to stop from smiling at the sheer shocked look on your face was just as aggravating. 

“Oh, you got in? Congratulations.”

You frowned, looking at Kakucho who didn’t want to meet your eyes. It clicked to you that this whole time he was trying to warn you that he was here, but you stubbornly ignored all his attempts. Even though you knew of this, you still couldn’t help but feel bitter at both of them for the lack of insight.

You crossed your arms, fixing the tall man with the hardest glare you could muster. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Didn’t realise this was your house?” he questioned. You felt his eyes on you heavily, thoroughly examining you before breaking out into a chuckle. 

“What the hell is so funny?”

He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothing. Just think it’s funny you got in despite how much you skipped.”

“And who’s fault was that?” 

“I didn’t force you to come.”

Your eyes narrowed and you felt your temper rising before Kakucho stepped in, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Alright you two that’s enough. I seriously don’t want any drama right now, so can you both take this outside and fix it, or let it go?”

You glared at Ran for a few more seconds before whipping your head to glare at Kakucho. “Let it go? What do you think I’ve been doing for the last god knows how many months!”

“Oh yeah about that. When are you gonna unblock me?” Normally you’d find his smiles charming, but now they’re only used as a weapon to aggravate you even more. “I’m still hurt about that.”

“Oh please.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to stop yourself from going insane. You couldn’t even look at his face. 

You turned to look at Kakucho, seeing the apprehensive look on his face and calming down a little. “I’ll see you… later.”

He nodded and pulled you in for a hug, patting your back. “Congratulations, seriously. I’ll take you out to celebrate later this week.”

You pulled away and smiled tensely at him. You turned to walk away, feeling Ran’s eyes linger on your body as you walked past him. You made it down the front steps, gaze fixed to the ground as you all but stomped your way out. 

“I’ll be inside in a sec,” Ran said before closing the front door, catching up to you in no time. He grabbed your arm and you flinched, pushing him off you. 

“Don’t touch me.”

“Calm down. Just wanted to say congratulations.” You stayed silent, hoping your glare was harsh enough to turn him to stone. “Silent treatment, huh? How mature.”

“Oh fuck off. What do you know about maturity,” you spat back before you could stop yourself. Mentally you were screaming at yourself to just book it home, stop giving this man any of your attention. But he had gotten the last word too many times and your pride didn’t allow you to step down. 

“Aw come on. You still can’t possibly be mad at me.” You fixed him a look that screamed are you serious?  “You may think everything I told you was bullshit, but it wasn’t. I really did miss you, you know?” He lifted his hand to cup your cheek but you slapped it away.

“You know those words mean less and less if you say it to every single girl you ever fucked.”

He wrinkled his nose, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fucking sounds so crude.”

“Well you can’t call what we did passionate love making,” you said, voice dripping in sarcasm. 

It either went straight over his head, or he played into it because he shrugged and asked, “why not?”

“Why n—” Oh whatever did you see in this man? He was so infuriating. “Because it wasn’t!” 

He took a step closer, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Why not though,” he asked slowly, leaning in closer to your face. He still had that smirk slowly curling on his lips, and you wanted to slap it off and kiss him at the same time.

“B-because there was no after care. We barely spoke outside of it, and it just feels like I don’t even know you anymore. We used to be close before this too.” You were in shock with how honestly you answered, your vulnerability and insecurities surrounding the matter coming to light. You hated how quickly he made you switch up, your mind and body at war with themselves as you strugged with what to do.

Ran let the silence stretch out as he stared at you, your glare growing even deeper. He slowly stood back up, nodding. “Gotcha. So next time, before we fuck, I should talk to you for hours before and after to make you feel special. Got it.”

“Ran, you know that’s not what I meant.” You sighed, pinching your nose bridge. Seriously, what was the point convincing this twenty year old man of basic human empathy? “You know what, forget it. I forgot you’re too far gone to the point you struggle to have conversations with girls without trying to get in their pants.”

“You don’t know that. I’m an excellent conversationalist.”

“I highly doubt that.”

He shook his head and chuckled, the sound grating your ears. You turned to walk away. He took a step closer to you and grabbed your arm. Your feet found themselves glued to the floor when he turned you back around to face him. He pulled you close enough your chest brushed against his. You could smell his cologne, the same one that was always so dizzying and made your head feel warm. He reached down and cupped your cheek, the size of his palm nearly engulfing the whole side of your face. His thumb ran down the curve of your cheek, past your mouth, to your chin and he sighed deeply. 

“You hosting a celebration party?”

You swallowed thickly when you noticed his eyes fixed your lips. “Not me, but my friends are—”

“You gonna invite me?” He flicked his eyes up at you, smirking.

Someone needed to slap you, or douse you in cold water to make you snap out of whatever trance he’s got you in. You know you should be mad at him, and your anger is completely justified, but the way his other hand lingered on your lower back, pulling you closer to him is making you rethink everything.

“Well?” He hummed, tilting your chin up to force you to look into his eyes. 

“I don’t know.” You finally unglued your tongue from the roof of your mouth to respond to him. 

“What’s the worst that can happen? I can’t spend your special day with you?” You looked past him to glance at the road, but he nudged your face back to face him. “Hm?”

“I said I don’t know," you said with a sigh, staring down at the gravel beneath you.

He nodded, backing away from you and you felt like you could finally breathe. “I’ll probably just show up anyway,” he said simply and you rolled your eyes. Of course he would. “So it’s best you might as well invite me so I can feel more involved. Makes it feel more legit, yanno?”

You let out an airy chuckle. “I’ll think about it.”

He smiled and you had to force yourself to keep a straight face, not wanting to show him that he was affecting you. Hell, he probably already knows. With how close he was there was no denying he didn’t hear how fast your heart was racing. After all these months of no contact, your feelings for him still haven’t left. That was the most disappointing thing.

Leaning down to your level, he planted a kiss on your cheek. He slowly trailed his lips over to your ear, whispering, “Don't forget to text me," before backing away from you. You stiffened at the feeling, his voice echoing inside your mind as you watched him with pure disbelief on your face as he walked backwards to the house before disappearing inside.

[dogma-kingslayer]

What is könig like as a leader?

I think he’s the type of man to be very career oriented, when he’s in uniform and on base, work is on his mind

As a leader I believe he’d keep his distance from anyone without some serious ranking (at least in the army, as a PMC soldier i think he’d only talk to a select few) because this man was a colonel, there’s like 5,000 people below him, perhaps also only speak to a few for work reasons. Conversation would be straight to the point and blunt, he’s certainly not a man who dances around his thoughts, he might stumble his words to find a better way to word it but that’s it.

I also believe he’d keep his distance to avoid getting attached to soldiers, colonels are someone who’s served for ~20 years, and they’ve certainly seen a ton of faces, and seen people die. I think he’d keep his distance to avoid someone’s death hurting him emotionally.

Sure, I think if he sees a recruit struggling he’d help, or if something happens he’d lend a helping hand, he’s an officer, not a monster. But I don’t think he’d do much else outside of that. Sort of appear, offer tips and then disappear again

I don’t think any skill is perfect in his eyes, and there’s always something that can be improved on, maybe he doesn’t even believe in ‘experts’ or ‘aces’ because there could always be something to be improved on. “Make that shot with less bullets” “shoot further and in less time” “you’re wasting ammo!” Sort of thing, he doesn’t believe in perfection and scrutinises every single thing in training with the mentality “in battle there is no second chance”

But he is also out there fighting in the front lines, and being a human battering ram so he’s at the front of the team. I don’t think he doesn’t care about his soldiers, he’d certainly avoid taking them into an area where it’d be too dangerous or too risky, he’d help get an injured comrade up and out of danger. I also believe he’d be seen comforting injured comrades outside of battle, then go to his office to write up plans and form new tactics to avoid less casualties.

In the PMC he’s no different, considering it’s smaller than his brigade of soldiers, he’d know their names and their small quirks that makes them what they are. He’d listen to what his soldiers have for plans and form an accurate and thought out plan before a mission, and with knowing his soldiers better he can put individuals in specific roles and positions where their expertise are on show. He’s certainly not any less harsh on them

Overall I believe he’s incredibly career oriented and perhaps a bit of a perfectionist for battle plans and tactics, he acts like he doesn’t care for the soldiers below him but does in his own unique way. He’s a good leader who knows the best tactics and doctrines for battle, maybe even someone who can be seen revising other countries tactics in battle to improve his own soldiers’ tactics. He wants the best for the soldiers below him but shows it in different ways

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

okay but were megumis emotions affected too

I don’t actually consider this a spoiler because it will never ever be answered in SGG directly (and it’s already been heavily implied in the text itself) but I’m answering under the cut anyway.

Yes, but not exactly in the way that Yuuta’s were.

Most people on the receiving end of reverse cursed technique aren’t effected emotionally, which is part of the reason why Shoko and Gojo genuinely didn’t know if reverse cursed technique did anything at all. And that’s because I figured the person experiencing the most direct effects would be the person generating it.

They’re the battery, right? They feel the full force of the flow. I figured the person on the receiving end only gets a small piece of that, so while they just feel a bit peppier, the person making the reverse cursed energy gets a way heavier hit. I think it was recently made canonical in the manga that reversed cursed technique is much less effective on the recipient than it would be when healing yourself, so I think canon confirms it.

Shoko could never generate reverse cursed energy on a level that anyone would have actually been impacted by, emotionally speaking.

Yuuta however is a fucking nuclear power plant of cursed energy and has been flooding Megumi with outrageously high levels of reverse cursed energy. Megumi absolutely felt the emotional effects, but they’re much less noticeable with him, because he’s so fucking unconscious most of the time.

But reversed cursed energy is personalized. It makes you feel whatever feels best to you. So he hasn’t been inundated with Yuuta’s same feelings of “you are not alone” that Yuuta gets when he uses it.

He feels safe.

Megumi’s a character who just has never really had a sense of security. His parents were highly unreliable and left him and his sister to fend for themselves. He probably experienced food, housing, financial, and safety insecurity. Then, he was abused, which would have shattered his own sense of personal safety and trust in the adults around him. He was raised to join a profession almost certain to kill him. The closest he probably had to a safety blanket over the years was Gojo, and the Zenin just ripped that away with their most recent stunt.

He’s in pain. He’s blind. He’s afraid and he’s vulnerable. He needed urgent medical aid for days that was denied to him until a few hours ago. He needs to rest and heal but he can’t because he’s terrified and blind and hurt.

I think Megumi just really, really wants to feel safe right now. And so that’s what reverse cursed technique made him feel.

He’s not super aware enough to process it, but he is as aware of it as he is of anything right now. And he’s rammed right into the same blockade as Yuuta: Yuuta’s brain, when inundated with feelings of not being alone while holding Megumi’s hand, made a tie between Megumi and that feeling. Megumi’s brain, when inundated with feelings of safety when Yuuta was holding his hand, made the same tie. And he hasn’t gotten the same speech from Shoko about what reverse cursed energy does. All he knows is that he only feels safe when Okkotsu-senpai is holding his hand.

However I also decided that you could not waterboard that fact out of him.

So there’s no way of confirming any of this in the fic past implying Megumi’s attached to Yuuta too—like with asking for him when he woke up, trying to keep hold of his hand, being concerned as to whether it hurts him to help him. Megumi will crush these emotions into a small, secret ball, and then one day he will die. He’ll never tell.

[thaidakar-is-hot]

Rereading my old WrathiKale Fic and everytime Kale brings up Alycia I roll my eyes

So much has changed since I wrote that. I was really trying to keep Kale straight with bisexual leanings but Kale was having none of that. By the end of the fic, he was actually Bi, and now that I'm rewriting it, the man is gay and closeted until the end. Alycia is his ex-wife. Originally, they loved each other very much. Now? Alycia helped Kale bring his people to Azeroth. The people needed a leader, and teh leader needed a queen/consort, and Alycia was willing, so he married her, thinking love would come later. Alycia was attracted to a mask Kale wore to stabilize his kingdom; one of confidence, bravado and masculinity. Thing is, while Kale has these things, it's more inwardly focused. Once the Kingdom was founded, he retreated to his library. Alycia realized she'd been "tricked" (She hadn't been, Kale was adamant about the realities of their station.) and bullied and emotionally abused him. Conceived a child during the most awkward sex Kale has literally ever had. (He's only ever had sex with Alycia and Wrathion) and that was all he did for her. Alycia took several lovers, and Kale was perfectly fine with it; he felt zero attachment to her or their sham of a marriage. She took every chance she could to belittle and mock him, going so far as to do it in front of other racial leaders! When Varian married Kayleigh, Kale and Alycia had been invited and he witnessed her berating him. Very sad shit. Kale finding Wrathion was lightning in a bottle. Realizing he was attracted to him opened so many delicious things, including his sexuality. Wrathion loved Kale long before Kale realized he loved him. He craved his attention and touch and did whatever Kale wanted to be close to him. I'm trying very hard to make the relationship borderline uncomfortable, even toxic at first, to really ram home how deep Wrathion's feelings are. He's submissive to NO ONE but Kale. It becomes far more even keeled once Kale realizes the depth of his feelings, the emotionally immature ass he is. There are certain realities I have to face, with Kale being raised by Nefarian. A lot of shit can't be learned from books. Relationships are one of them But yeah. They settle into the coziest, sweetest relationship you'll ever see. (I also used a lot of age defining terms. I think I forgot I'd aged Wrathion up, and rereading it is like. EW! Even with Wrathion being 23, they have a significant age gap. If Wrathion wasn't a dragon, Kale would never have gone for him, ever.)

[ramsighting]

Don't trick yourself, it wouldn't break your heart to lose me. You don't know me that well, unless you're that emotionally neglected and needy.

I would rather not tell you what are things that make me lose interest. I want to keep you on your toes and stress over how you perform in front of me instead. Learn with experience, Ram.

Tell us about your previous owners or/and people that toyed with you in past. What did they do? How did it feel? Get in detail.

-🫀

I hate to say it but I am; I just also attach easy in general.

As for previous owners:people that toyed with me I have a few.

I wouldn’t say they were an owner per se but let’s just call them grape. That was a nickname I had for him.

He would spam me at night while I was asleep with voice messages. Often times I’d wake up to around 100+ and listen to ALL of them in the morning. (This was during 2020, if that gives any context to why he’d sent so many to me) and it honestly made me feel really special because he didn’t do that to anybody else.

He’d come to me to talk about random shit and he got me into different types of media like mahawa and he’d constantly say “oh these characters are me and you!” And he’d refer to me as the character name and it got me in this weird headspace, I don’t know how to explain it.

The characters were yoonbum and sangwoo from killing staking. I know that media has a TON of fucked up shit surrounding it, I haven’t interacted with it in years but he got me in the headspace where I adapted to yoonbums personality I guess? I’m tired and bad at explaining, I’m sorry.

He isolated me from everybody but 1 other person, it got me focused on him and only him, I’d stay up so damn late to talk to grape. I guess we did have an owner and owned relationship.

He’d treat me like his dog and I craved for his attention, I would wait for him to text me back, I’d wait for him to show me any sign of attention and I’d latch onto it. It again, made me feel special.

And when he showed affection to anybody else? I’d get so, so jealous

[redladydeath]

@storm-ismyusername

Moving this one onto my main blog since it's almost entirely OC talk, a whole rabbit hole of AUs, and basically completely unrelated to RAM.

Oh the scenario you made with Husk and Ondine sounds so fascinating!! I would love to know more. (I have the mental image of Ondine singing sadly on a stage that’s contained in a fish bowl (like a mermaid trapped in a fish tank).)

That's a cool image. I'd originally imagined her just going from patron to patron, making sure they're "having a good time," but it'd make sense if she did performances, too.

Would Ondine become somewhat famous?

Not really. She and her family still struggle to stay afloat, and she's not particularly well-known outside the casino. Even in the casino, she's just another pretty face– only difference is she's a mainstay while most others come and go. If she is well-known, it's just because of how many rich/powerful people she's been seen hanging off the arms of. Professional arm candy.

How abusive is Ondine and Husk’s relationship? (Is it weird that I want to put them in a toxic relationship?)

Sort of similar to my interpretation of Vox and Angel's in the mainverse, just if they also fucked on occasion. Husk isn't like Val, getting super riled up and possessive over the relationship; she's just another whore, but she's one who it's beneficial to hold onto. He has fun when they play their flirty little games, but he's not truly emotionally attached to her. It just feels nice to have a pretty young woman on his arm when he feels like it and off helping the business when he doesn't. Despite the fact that he and Husk agreed they could fuck anyone they wanted, Angel can be kind of spiteful and petty with her, especially when he and Husk aren't getting along.

Ondine just takes it all without complaint. This is just her job. Husk usually isn't cruel to her, and she can't say she blames Angel for being a bit jealous. Yes, Husk is triple her age, but this is Hell; there are much worse things out there than having to sleep with an older man who treats her like a trophy every once in a while (even if he is a cat (then again, she feels she has no room to judge– she's slimy and cold-blooded, and not in the metaphorical sense)). Yes, Angel can be mean sometimes, but letting herself get too worked up about it would just be a waste of energy. Could be worse. She has no right to complain. That phrase has haunted her ever since she was a child, clinging to her like a leech and draining her of her will to ask for more.

Since they both died in the 70s would Ondine be one of the first souls Husk owned before he became a big Overlord?

Not sure. Option one is that she was "on her own" for a good few years until she found a guy who she was sure would take care of her forever and gave him her soul to seal the deal. He would've done as he said if he hadn't lost all of his contracts at the Gambling Overlord's casino. If that's too fanfic-y, then there's option two, where Husk reeled her in before she really knew what she was doing. Ondine was (and still sort of is) pretty easy to manipulate and will bend fairly quickly to those who speak with enough confidence/authority. Option three is the less dramatic but more realistic path where she just decided to work for him because the money would be more consistent and she knew she'd be good at it.

Sinners from the same time period tend to feel more connected to each other. Even if everything else about the relationship is purely transactional, there's still a feeling of connection there, especially so if you've known each other for as long as these two have.

Would Sarah become a party girl to cope? (Spends all night clubbing and drinks herself to death to cope with her, waking up hungover after her brother or mother took her home.) How would her brother and mother feels about Ondine destroying her body like this,

Sort of, but in a different way than she was when she was alive. In life, she partied a lot to distract herself from the pervasive sadness and constant feeling that she didn't belong anywhere. In death, it's become a habit. She's been doing this for decades and doesn't remember any other way it could be. It's not a downward spiral anymore, just an unhealthy baseline. Thomas used to be scared for her; now, Fineas just worries about her. Helen/Queenie isn't very forthcoming about it, but she feels like it's her fault that her daughter is like this. She set the example that you deal with your negative emotions by drowning them in substances, so it's no surprise that Sarah ended up doing the same. She hates that she "did that" to her sweet little daughter, who could've had so much more.

Is Ondine technically the breadwinner of her family?

She definitely makes the most money out of the three of them. Helen's just a common hooker and Fineas' scams can go wrong or take a while to yield results, so Ondine has the most reliable and consistent source of income. Her mother and brother aren't happy about it (everyone wants to protect the baby of the family), but that's just how things have shaken out.

What would Vox’s reaction to realizing The Gambling Overlord owns his daughter’s soul?

Outrage and a desire to get her out of there ASAP. This verse's Vox tends not to get too irate about things anymore, but reuniting with his daughter, only to realize she's been stuck in a situation like this for decades, would get him pretty riled. How could he have let this go on for so long?! How could he and Alastor not have come across her sooner...

Wonder if Ondine and Velvette ever met in passing?

Possibly. Niffty and Husk tend not to bring non-bodyguard staff with them when they go to visit each other, but they do so frequently enough that Velvette might've been to the casino once or twice.

@storm-ismyusername

1 - How does 60sMindbreak!Vox condition different from regular RAM? (Can he remember specific events? Is he less scatterbrained and distractible? Does he break less things while at the hotel?)

Vox would probably be significantly more mellow than his main RAM counterpart. He's still distractible, high-energy, and struggles with short-term memory, but he's far more stable. There's not a 50 year gap in his memory, he doesn't have the trauma of the torture or his confinement to grapple with, and he's more or less acclimated to the way his mind works now. No one's afraid that he's going to suddenly fall apart for no clear reason and set the building on fire in this verse– he's just Alastor's offbeat, old-fashioned friend/lackey who probably shouldn't be left alone for long periods of time.

2 - Since Alastor broke Vox before he became an Overlord does he have less powers/is weaker than regular RAM?

It's sort of a weird situation. They're equal in terms of power level since neither has any active contracts anymore, but their levels of experience are difference. Main RAM Vox had become very adept at using his powers before the broadcast, after which he lost control over them, although there's still a bit of "muscle memory" there. 60s Vox never had those years of refining his powers, but he isn't starting from scratch like main Vox is. Not sure who would be more powerful since it's not exactly clearcut.

3 - How is Vox's relationship with Velvette different from canon? How is Valentino's relationship with Velvette different from canon?

My interpretation of canon Vox and Vel's relationship is that he's her mentor. He respects her abilities, but still can be a bit condescending to her. Velvette sees him as old (despite his best efforts) and kind of cringey, but she also recognizes that he's incredibly clever and his advice is worthwhile. For Valentino and Velvette, I think Valentino's opinion of Velvette changes with his mood. Sometimes he thinks she's cool and fun, other times she's a spoiled bitch who needs to get off her high horse. Velvette repeats Valentino as an overlord, but not as a person. His temper tantrums are ridiculous and she's not sure why Vox puts up with him– the sex must really be that good. However, Vel's not one to turn down partying with someone just because they're a pain to deal with sometimes. Her and Val can totally get along, so long as he's not stepping on her toes.

In this AU, Vox isn't as self-impressed as he is in the main verse, so he sees Velvette as more of a friend than someone whose raw potential he needs to mold. He might still have his quasi-paternal moments, but he mostly talks to her as an equal. Valentino tries to shut her out at first, but as time goes on, he realizes how fun and clever she can be and starts opening up to her a bit. Velvette starts off her character arc thinking that Vox is a freak and Valentino is a miserable shit. She ends it feeling like she's finally found her people. Yeah, they're freaks, but they're her freaks. She doesn't want to part ways with them; maybe if all this redemption shit doesn't work out and they all break free of their masters, they could be a team.

4 - What does Velvette think of Charlie, Vaggie, Sir Pentious (if he's still there), and Alastor? What does Valentino think of Charlie, Vaggie, Sir Pentious (if he's still there)?

Velvette's giving "sullen teenager" during her first month or so at the hotel. Like mainverse Angel, she doesn't take any of the redemption exercises seriously and can be kind of a bitch to deal with. Her and Vaggie clash a lot because of her attitude. Charlie is endlessly patient with her and thinks that once she can get her to open up, she'll buy in. Velvette bullies Pentious if he's around. Eventually, Velvette starts to chill out and becomes a bit softer with the OG hazbins.

Valentino is also hard to deal with. He's moody, thinks Charlie's mission is laughable, and is prone to making deeply cutting sarcastic remarks. His relationships with the original cast are similar to Velvette's, being mostly antagonistic until they start growing on him a bit. It takes longer for him to come around than Velvette, though.

5 - What would Velvette's reaction to seeing Mindbreak Niffty scuttling around the hotel? (Such a contrast to the cutthroat woman she worked under.

It makes Velvette's hair stand on end. She may not have liked Niffty, but this is just scary, seeing her turned inside out like this. Velvette was already leery of Alastor, but now she's actually afraid of him.

6 - What would Valentinos react to seeing Mindbreak Niffty so helpless? Would he try to hurt her (but she would like the pain) or has he grown enough of a conscience to just ignore her instead?

I'm not confident enough in my characterization of Valentino to say. We could meet in the middle and say he does something to hurt her as revenge, she reacts positively, and he's freaked out, deciding it's not worth it.

7 - Would Niffty and Vox's relationship be slightly different?

Depends on how malleable Vox's grasp on reality is. He could forget that she used to be Velvette's boss/accept Alastor's claim that Everything's Fine, She's Part Of The Team Now and start treating her like a friend, or he could be a bit more hesitant.

1 - Velvette and Valentino making fun of Alastor's stupid haircut while Vox tries (and fails) to defend it. (He secretly thinks it looks stupid too).

Valentino and Velvette are high school mean girls and Vox is trying not to give in to peer pressure (but there's a mean girl deep down inside him too, just waiting to come out).

2 - Thinking about when Vaggie flung the Hotel residents into a literal war zone. Velvette doesn't know how to fight! She was a regular teenager before dying and was snatched up by Niffty quickly after arriving in Hell so never learned to fend for herself. I can see Velvette completely freaking the entire time, potentially using Sir Pentious as a (in)human shield, and relying entirely on Valentino and Vox to not be brutally maimed or worse. This would probably be the moment Velvette became actual friends with Valentino and Vox. (Also when she realized how dangerous Vox truly is when he electrocutes an entire block. (Vaggie just assumed Velvette could fight and is horrified when she learns she threw a non combatant in the middle of a literal war zone. She would definitely apologize afterwards.)

Velvette probably has some self-defense skills, but not enough to hold her own in the Doomsday District. She definitely would try to use Pentious as a meat shield and is lowkey in awe when Valentino and Vox suddenly reveal themselves as highly competent fighters. Vaggie might've been too preoccupied with her musical number to notice that Velvette wasn't fully participating in the fight (until Val gave her one of his guns, that is).

3- After Vaggie finds out how Alastor maims Valentino including removing and selling his wings) she tries to reach out to him. At first Valentino pushes her away and lashes out, thinking it's pity when really it's empathy. Vaggie finally managed to break through his shell when she hand sewed him an eyepatch. After that he doesn't completely push her away and they start to become kinda-sorta-almost friends, eventually.

Vaggie and Val, the two most prickly people in the hotel, making nice. Charlie would be proud if she wan't preoccupied with the "Alastor's been abusing my friends" realization.

4- I think Valentino's eyesight looks like this:

Don't know enough about low vision to dispute this. He probably has depth perception issues given how he's missing an eye.

5 - Husk, Niffty, and Angel Dust are nicknamed The Glamours~ by regular Sinners because of their glamorous looking lifestyles and how much time they spend together.

Cool

6 - Alastor's a lot softer with Vox than in regular RAM He's a 1-3 out of 10 on maliciousness, breaking Vox was a complete accident and he tries his best to be kind to him. (Still a monster to Valentino though.)

That would be interesting, and has the potential to be kind of sweet in a messed up way. Alastor might've taken what happened with Vox as a lesson: don't be reckless with your powers and don't act out of anger. He ended up breaking his friend because he got too caught up in their fight and tried something rash. It'd make him even more infuriating to deal with from Valentino's perspective though. Alastor maintains that he's not hurting him out of spite (well, not entirely), he's just doing what's necessary to correct him. Valentino thinks that's a crock of shit, but if he says so, he's putting himself in danger.

60s Swap: Valentino experiencing phantom pains from his missing wings (and arm).

Mental image of Vox and Val sitting together quietly as Val "flexes" his missing arm. Vox doesn't know what to say or do, so he just decides to be there with him.

60s Swap: Velvette takes Angel Dust's role where would she take the group in episode 3?

Velvette probably wouldn't volunteer a location, she just sits there making snide comments until Vaggie snaps and tells her that if she's so smart, why doesn't she pick the trust exercise? Velvette takes them to the mall. The exercise is "trust me with your credit cards." Vaggie wants to throttle her but– shit, where did Vox go?

What would Velvette, Vox, and Valentino think of Lucifer and vice versa?

Vox is excited to meet royalty and tries to schmooze with him (the effect is slightly ruined by the fact that Vox is talking so fast, Lucifer thinks he's on coke). Valentino doesn't really give a fuck, but enjoys watching him and Alastor bicker. Velvette's curious at first, thinking Lucifer is going to be some cool, cunning anti-hero, and is lowkey disappointed when he turns out to be just some cringey dad. His and Charlie's reconciliation may have touched her just a tiny bit, though.

[t2r-secret-acc]

Big ol rant warnin, Overwatch 2 related ship stuff

You ever have a new character introduced to an interest you have and the shippers go wild and you get very emotionally attached to a rare pair very few people care abt?

Yeah, me too. What’s the rarepair you ask?

Sigma x Ramattra.

“Ew wtf why?”

LISTENNN TOOOO MEEEE!! HEAR ME OUTTTT!!!!!!

Zenyatta and Ramattra have a voiceline where the reminisce about how they used to count the stars with one another. I personally see Ram and Zen as brothers and I feel this experience of intimacy between Ram and his brother brings him great comfort. He’s known to be a very broody character but I feel this is one of his few good experiences. I like to think that Ramattra feels very deeply for the stars because of this.

Sigma on the other hand, his entire life is everything space related. The man dedicated his life to the subject and even (sort of) harnessed the power of a black hole. I like to think that even with his bad experiences with it, he still is fascinated by space and loves the stars.

“ok… so what?”

IM GETTING TO IT LET ME FINNNISHSHEHSHSH

Anyways!! Ramattra’s first seen in 2019 in a cutscene where Doomfist praises him for the way he fights for what he wants but that his plans are destined to fail. That is, unless he joins talon. Maybe then he’ll actually have a chance in getting what he wants for his people.

I don’t think ramattra ever got the chance to join talon because if i’m correct on my overwatch lore, Doomfist was taken in by overwatch soon afterrr… BUT IF HE DIDD JOIN TALLONNN

Ramattra and Sigma would have first known each other from Talon.

“Ur point is?”

MY POIIINTNTNTNNTATAH!! My point is, maybe there in Talon, they were each other’s soft spot.

Both characters are decently introverted and not very energetic either compared to the rest of the bunch. I feel with a lot of characters in talon, a lot of personalities clash. I don’t feel that way about Sigma and Ram, though.

Talon manipulates Sigma; he’s a disturbed individual and they use his issues against him. Sigma doesn’t know this, but Sombra does. Sombra seems to be the only character that cares for Sigma’s wellbeing but doesn’t really do anything to help him. She just says in a voiceline that if Talon ever gives him trouble to come to her.

If Sig and Ram ever got a chance to speak, I feel the two would have a mutual sense of admiration for the other. Ram would feel Sig’s dedication and work on harnessing the power of a black hole is inspirational. Sigma would probably be very curious about the void accelerator Ram holds.

Idk I feel like they’d like a lot of the same things and I just feel like their personalities would just be very cute with one another.

If my hands ever learn how to art again, i may be able to draw them together but i dunnooo !!

[k1ng0fn0b0dy]

Grim Reaper 💛

(He/Him pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1000+ words)

Description: Lady Death asks you to care for her favoured's son. Tommy is begrudgingly easy to get attached to.

[Read more under the cut]

{《☆》}

"No! Please! I'm not ready-!"

"To die yet, I have so much to live for." You roll your eyes, pointing your scythe at the trembling man's neck. "I've heard it all before. I'm not here to give mercy, all threads must be cut eventually and you, mortal, are no exception."

He screams, withering in pain as you press your scythe closer and his souls separates from his body. A shadow of the man, you easily slice through them and send them to the aether.

Unequipping your scythe, you take a moment to stretch your wings before you give two strong pushes and get thrown into the air. Flapping your wings, you raise yourself above the clouds and start gliding more leisurely.

The sun shines in your eyes, casting a soft glow against the milky white clouds that cover the sky aplenty. Your raven black wings contrast sharply against the pastel colouring of day, your connection to Lady Death.

A gift, she said one day. To the son I never had.

You had devoted yourself to her that day. Now, every day of your semi-immortal life is lived to serve Death. It is a life you will never give up, willingly or unwillingly.

Y/N, she softly calls. It reverberates in your chest, and you swoop down instantly. It's a sharp fall, but you pull up barely and are through the narrow cave entrance. Find me, my child.

The portal, in all of its golden glory, stands looming above you. It only takes a second to get there, only two to be transported to Lady Death, and another to drop to a knee as she smiles gently at you.

Next to her stands another winged man. His wings are a more gentle green, with darker feathers spread throughout his secondaries. Their bucket hat, striped green and white, swivels as the man turns to look at you.

It is the man from the paintings. Philza, The Angel of Death, as his title is officially known.

You narrow your eyes, glancing up at Lady Death. She tilts her head and you take it as a cue to stand. Philza gives you a tight smile, turning back to Lady Death.

"Kristen, please. He wasn't-, Tommy shouldn't have died."

You flinch at his common use of her name. Philza really is as close to Death as the stories depict. But he is still foolish for wishing to reconnect the thread that has already been worn thin with death.

It is not your place to decide who lives and who dies. She firmly rebuffs, sympathy still etched onto her immortal features. But if this mortal truly is that important, I can have Y/N look over them.

You keep your face impasse, even if part of you wants to disagree. You do a majority of Lady Death's work so that she can focus on her husband, but she still spends so much time on building up souls. It's odd for you to even think of doing anything else.

Philza frowns, anger and understanding deep-set in his tense shoulders. He spares you a glance, accessing you most likely.

In any other scenario, you wouldn't even entertain this thought. But this mortal is special to him, and therefore to Lady Death. You will treat him only kindly.

You give Lady Death a small bow and take off towards The Land of The Dead.

{《☆》}

"OH FUCK OFF!"

You land in the centre of a gym, a small section of the Land of The Dead. It smells sweaty and emotionally repressed, so you look around for the boy who you've been assigned to watch.

The group of men, an odd group, watch you. One, in shock. They're young. Likely your charge. Another two in amusement, one wears a mask and another wears a worn trench coat. The last, a hybrid ram who eyes you with a neutral glance and goes back to their beer.

You step forward, bowing to the blond who steps back towards Trench Coat. "TommyInnit, Lady Death has assigned me as your charge."

"What the hell?" They yell, the brunet wrapping an arm around them protectively. You blink, mortals were so finicky.

"Have I upset you?" You ask, eyeing the one glaring daggers at you. "It wasn't my intention. I am merely here on behalf of Lady Death and her favoured."

They blink aggressively at you, anger seems to be their main solution. Definitely leads back to the emotional repression you had sensed a mile away. "Her favoured?"

You purse your lips, furrowing your brows at the ground. "You mortals refer to him as Philza Minecraft?"

"Dad...?" They mutter quietly. You nod along despite not understanding fully. "Would you like to go see him?"

Tommy scowled. "No."

"Okay," You pause, unsure of what to do. Handling mortals has never been your job, only collecting their souls. The others have gone about their own business, but the brunet glances at you a lot. Its uncomfortable, you want to get out of here. "Would you like to go for a flight?"

That makes them pause. They tilted their head, watching you with bright blue eyes. Then, they shrug. "Why not."

{《☆》}

You left him for an hour to help with soil collection and he gets revived.

You are done with humanity. But sadly, you've gotten attached to the tiny human who enjoys head pats and rain.

"My lady," You bow. "I know now that Tommy is alive, my mission to watch over him is done but..."

Lady Death grins. You've finally gotten attached to a human. And one of Phil's!

You frown as she giggles, giddy. She smiles gently at you when she's done. Of course you can go. I'm glad you found someone you can call a friend.

"Thank you," You rise, smiling awkwardly. Humanity is strange but now you were going to deal with it on the daily. "I will be sure to check in regularly."

It's not hard at all to hop between world. What will be difficult is finding Tommy when you arrive.

{《☆》}

[i promised this like 3 days ago lol. all men do is lie sadge... anyway i have a technoblade one next and then a platonic tubbo and ranboo one. hopefully I'll remember to post the techno one on Wednesday at 6pm bst ]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Masterlist

[paneerlajwanti]

Didi can you draw a mandala on the song Mohe rang do laal

"so it's like drugs?" "it's better than drugs, jeremy"

my admiration, obsession and absolute fixation for mohe rang do laal in one sentence, thank you so much for this ask okay i will now use this as an opportunity to write a whole essay on this beautiful beautiful song,, im so emotionally attached to this song and everything,, no because,, but the way that this one song single handedly revives so many many suppressed memories,, 2015-18 goki would be real proud of me 🤌🤌🤌

• i was KNOWN in my friend circle in ninth grade who would randomly break into dance and go "marodi kalaai" while twisting wrists

• i play this song (and try to dance) every single time i feel disconnected, disconnected from music, katthak, krishna and "happier times"

•well as the social, cultural 'misfit' i was in my new school, fresh out of my starplus mahabharat insanity, recruited by the baahubali fandom and newly into bajirao mastani , i obviously didn't find people who vibed to my frequency. i basically live in this fictional universe with exactly the vibe that this song creates. now that i wrote this whole damn paragraph i DO NOT know why the heck i even wrote in the first place

ive said it once ive said it twice, sanjay leela bhansali knows exactly what he's doing with aesthetics, cinematography and costumes and music,, baaki ka ram jaane,, ive read this a number of times over the years, slb was trained in indian classical music so my mans knew exactly what how and it fitted so perfectly.

•pandit birju maharaj ji singing and he choreographed this song, what more could we ask for??? and deepika trained under his guidance for this song and she did so well so aayee hayyee to that. the absolute grace and nazaakat this song has. oh

•shreya ghoshal absolutely entirely destroyed every single being with this song. she reached a whole new level of, not that she has ever been any lesser of a singing goddess, but oh this just transports you. it's such an enchanting song and that's exactly what krishna has done right?

•symbolism and meaning i will scream no but the way "mohe rang do laal" and asking lord krishna to colour her life, to fill her life with red, the colour of love (and also asking hand in marij,, hmm im tears now)

•the way that "marodi kalaai mori, choodi chatkai, itraati toh chori se garwa lagaye, haree yeh chunariya jo jhatke se cheeni, main toh rangi haree, hari ke rang, laaj se gulaabi gaal" >>>,

•no in this essay i will. can someone sob next to me and appreciate this line and just cry??? okay ie dont think you get it. the wordplay between haree (green colour) and hari (a name of krishna) ??? very gareeb attempt of translating and explaining the lines let's go???

•so when she said he held my wrist in his hands and twisted it, my bangles broke when i pulled back, he held my green chunari and snatched in with a jerk, i was coloured green in the colour of krishna, and my cheeks blushed as i shied away

•the ambience and the mood set, also the way that rao is just full of adoration for mastani, my mans ranveer neednt act, its just so natural for him please, mastani so beautiful i lost myself there, i think i will disintegrate,, oh and also while im at it kaahe chhed and mohe rang do laal are sequels like literal metaphorical sequels of each other. i shall not elaborate, i don't need to because i basically explained the para above.

but oh i love this song so much it just,, too much pyaar i have for this song please don't ask me more about it because i won't stop talking

[reddiewrote]

@asheescribbles

Like a hummingbird, Asmodeus thought fondly. So speedy and efficient yet calm and still, visiting every flower on the bush in the blink of an eye, no petal left uninspected, not a drop of nectar unharvested. Where Asmodeus is relaxed and leisurely, Raphael is immediate. She didn’t give his mind time to wander. Which was a little frustrating, actually, considering Asmodeus’s way of thinking had always been more aligned with a game of strategy than an honest conversation. He needed time to think if he wanted to win therapy, something that was both normal to want and possible to achieve.

He sipped his tea (she did ask nicely) as he listened to her chatter, his eyes following the movement of her soft hands while she prepared her own cup of tea. His was sweet, spicy and hot. Hard to ignore and not the typical taste profile of his preferred beverages, it assisted in keeping his focus pinned in place, reminding him exactly where he was and who he was with. By design, he knew. Raphael was a good doctor. Clever. Then she was looking him over, and he lifted his eyebrows with lazy intrigue, waves of fresh questions washing out the answers to the last ones he’d been forming in his head. But she was complimenting him in between the inquiries, and that felt nice. He did not enjoy hearing that the version of himself he had chosen to present was perfectly fine; he did, however, like hearing that his shoes were pretty.

“What, this old thing?” Ha-ha. “I like to shake things up a little every decade or so, keeps things from getting stale. I’ve been thinking of growing out a bit of scruff,” he mused with a smirk, scratching the underside of his chin. “What do you think? Would it suit me?”

Asmodeus had been fond of sporting an androgynous sort of form when human culture allowed it, something easily manipulated to suit… various needs, but long, long ago, he’d found himself as far as identity goes aligning firmly with the masculine. Something about the testosterone of the bull and ram, he’d say. Though on the rare occasion that he’s out of his human suit and accompanied by the two other heads, the royal we prefers to be called “they.”

“I’ve taken on more of a reserved role, back…” what was he going to say, ‘home’? He needed a new word. He wasn’t exactly sure where home was anymore. Everywhere he went felt like a visit. “… where I’ve been, as of late. I’m not doing as much tempting personally these days, spending more time behind a desk Down Below and minding the Circles, pushing papers.” He seemed pleased with this, though. Asmodeus had once quite enjoyed sticking his fingers into human affairs and meddling in the volatility of society, raking the higher value souls in with his own dirty hands, but at this particular point in time the humans seemed to be making plenty of messes on their own and no longer really needed his intervention to damn themselves. This meant that it no longer mattered to him if business men, members of the clergy, Hollywood elites, or politicians liked them young and boyish or not. A more distinguished form was more befitting of a king, a few grey hairs more suited to a man who walked with a cane half the time. Not today, though. Today it was just him and his shiny shoes.

Asmodeus was appreciative when Raphael pulled him quickly through topics of conversation like a struggling fish on her line. The time didn’t matter, really, not to him. But nine years can be significant to a human lifespan, sometimes the difference between visiting a retirement home or visiting a grave, and Asmodeus had always struggled with the terrible habit of growing emotionally attached to select mortals every once in a blue moon. But that was a problem to sort out another time.

“You certainly are full of questions for me, aren’t you, angel?” He chuckled, much preferring the ones that required explanation rather than introspection. He’d been to so many, though, in search of the unobtainable; how could he ever expand on the finer points of all of them? How could he be sure he remembered them all?

“I was… all over, I suppose. It was rare that there wasn’t a demon carrying my name in each space, but it did happen. There were a few in which they’d never Fallen at all. A few were I’d been eliminated, in the First War or after. One where I was a cat, oddly enough?” That had been a stranger one, admittedly. He didn’t stay long. “A great many where the local Asmodai were only Princes or Princesses of Hell with much less sway in the chain of command.” And a great many more that were… awful, but the honey in his chai kept him present. “It’s infinite. Infinite possibilities. I could walk a thousand years more and never find a corner. If you can think of it, sweetheart, it is most assuredly out there somewhere.”

@asheescribbles

Nine years.

The comfortable warmth he’d been feeling was suddenly intruded upon by an abrupt jab of ice through his veins.

Nine… years?

With such a well-practiced pokerface, the shock he experienced was almost imperceptibly displayed with just the slightest widening of his eyes, and perhaps the tightness that suddenly hit his smile.

Nine years? Nine years?

He’d come into existence before anyone had ever started counting, 3,000-some-odd days were but a flash in the pan. But he’d always experienced that flash in real time, in chronological order. Perhaps he did need that check-up after all…

… What had she just said? He was listening, but hadn’t heard much of it. His pretty blue eyes blinked quickly back into focus, hoping she hadn’t noticed him falter.

“Ah, of course.” Asmodeus shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to keep the easy relaxation he was so well known for in place, and… struggling.

“A walk sounds lovely,” he said, in typical fashion, with little to no interest whatsoever in what might be good for him. Walking, walking, walking, endlessly walking and yet somehow, more of that was preferable to the alternative. Suddenly, an old feeling - insecurity. He gestured awkwardly towards the door behind him. “Shall we?”

[silkling]

Hi Silkling, could you please write a TFP story where Sierra discovers the Autobot's secret and joins up with Team Prime? TFP never really did much with her, and I think that a shame. I think Smokescreen would make a good partner for her.

Absolutely! Great to see you again in my ask box! :D your last prompt was super fun to write to, so I’m looking forward to this one! Now, I admit, I never paid much attention to Sierra, and the show didn’t give us a lot to work with, so I’m going to have to come up with some of her characterization. And I agree. So I’m mashing her with Smokescreen. It’s gonna a be great. I love Smokescreen very much! I even have a whole AU of my own for him. He’s a tiny happy dumbass and since Sierra has basically no canon personality, I can make her be his long-suffering but still very fond best friend.

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Sierra had been having a good day. Emphasis on the word had. It was the weekend. She had packed a small picnic, grabbed her favorite book, and hopped on her bike. She’d ridden out to the popular hiking trails, intending to take a short hike and finding a nice place to spend the afternoon with a her novel and her snacks. The sun was out, the weather was great, and she had nothing to do today. It was perfect. So, of course, the laws of the universe demanded that something go wrong.

‘Murphy is a cruel bastard and and I’m going to punch him in the face when I see him in the afterlife.’ She thought viciously, staring up at the hulking titan that had just crushed her lunch and bike under a single massive metal foot with a sense of numb disbelief. ‘At least I still have the book.’ She ignored how the thought echoed with a note of hysteria as she shoved said book into the messenger bag over her shoulder.

“Are you Sierra O’Niell?”

She was only slightly surprised when the massive robot spoke. Because why wouldn’t the giant robot that had just moments ago been a jet be able to speak? Honestly, what even was her life at this point. She was more concerned with the fact that the thing knew her name. Her initial instinct was the demand how it knew her name. But she’d seen the movies. She knew that would only confirm it’s suspicions.

“Who?” she forced herself to ask instead, surprising herself with how steady her voice was. It was the shock, she told herself. It had to be. It was making her emotionally numb. “What are you?”

The robot seemed startled, before it snarled something that was most definitely a curse. It started speaking, though not to her, and it took Sierra a moment to realize it must have been talking over some sort of built in communication system. “-wrong human, Soundwave! This pathetic fleshling you pointed out to me doesn’t even know who I am talking about.” It paused. “What do you mean it’s not the wrong human? I just told you-“ it cut itself off. “Ah. I see.” A sinister grin twisted at metallic features. “Thank you, Soundwave. I will return with my prize shortly.”

Oh, Sierra did not like the sound of that.

Sure enough, the robot turned to face her when it was done. “It seems you lied to me, little fleshling.” it sneered. “My associate tracked the signal of your personal communications device. You humans never go without it, I’ve been told.”

She blinked. “You hacked my phone?” she sputtered, and oops, she’d just confirmed her identity. ‘Stupid, Sierra.’

It’s face twisted into a cruel expression of glee. She did not like it. “Indeed.” It began bending down, and then a large hand was reaching towards her. “You shall be coming with me, human. Soundwave has seen how Jackson Darby is fond of you.” it purred. “You will make a lovely bargaining chip against that pathetic human runt and his Autobot protectors.”

And wait, this was because of Jack? How did he come into all this? If this thing was after her because of him, that had to mean he knew about it and it’s…friends. Did robots have friends? She didn’t know. And wait, Autobot?

She stiffened, scrabbling away from the large metallic hand, shunting those questions to the back of her mind to be answered later. Escape the terrifying metal monster now, murder Jack for pulling her into this later. Clearly though, the robot disliked her attempt to flee because it only growled and stepped towards her again.

That’s when she heard the roaring of a powerful engine. It made the robot pause too, and they both looked to where the sound came from. Then, over the crest of a hill, a white and blue sports car came flying in. It had red accents and bold 38s painted onto its doors. Sierra was impressed. She was no car person, but even she liked this one. Only, the car started breaking apart once it hit the ground, unfolding and growing into the form of, you guessed it, another robot.

Sierra despaired for her luck. ‘Murphy is going to die a second time for this. He’d better be prepared.’ She thought with vicious hysteria.

Except, to her great surprise, the new robot didn’t try to help capture her. No, instead it rammed full force into the tall jet robot that had tried to snatch her up. Said jet yelped before quickly getting back to its feet. Sierra heard the should of metal and gears shifting, and saw the newcomer’s large hand change to some sort of weapon, though not one she could recognize.

“Terrorizing humans now, Starscream?” it taunted. “Can’t say I’m surprised, you always were one to sink so low.”

The first robot, Starscream, apparently, snarled in outrage. “Pathetic Autobot!” it roared, and oh, so this newcomer was Autobot?

Except, from the two names she’d heard already, that didn’t sound like the type of name these robots seemed to have. She did notice the little face badges they wore, the white bot bearing a red one proudly on its shoulders while the jet robot wore a smaller, pointier face on its chest. So maybe those had something to do with the whole ‘Autobot’ thing? Hell if she knew. Sierra was clever, and she’d always been good at puzzles and mystery solving, but she didn’t have enough information for this whole…thing.

“I’m not the one who’s picking on defenseless humans, ‘Con!” the car robot barked, smirking at the skinnier jet.

The jet only snarled, lifting an arm that she was just noticing had a freaking missile attached to it, and the white robot stilled briefly, before shooting her a frantic look and oh, would you look at that, she seemed to be right in the blast radius of the missile, and oh god she was going to die-

Except, there was that shifting sound again, but much larger, and then car robot was leaping towards her. It hit the ground in car form, it’s driver door open as it slid sideways in her direction, and then she was swept up into it and the door slammed shut. Tires squealed, and then they were peeling away to the sound of a missile screaming and impacting where they had been a half second before. The jet roared in outrage, but the car robot was speeding straight towards civilization, and it seemed to want to avoid that because when she glanced at the rear view mirror she saw it leap into the sky and transform before flying away.

Sierra slowly sat up from her ungainly sprawl, pulling the seatbelt across her chest on reflex before sitting back against the driver’s seat and wheezing. Her heartbeat, which she only just noticed had been thundering wildly in her chest, started to slowly calm, and she had to force herself to take deep, even breaths to keep herself from hyperventilating.

Now, Sierra wasn’t an irrational girl. She was among the top students of all her classes, she was smart, she knew a lot about various topics, and she had a good understanding of how people worked. She was clever, she knew she had a good head on her shoulders. She kept some of her interests closer to her chest, and she played the good, polite, quiet girl for the adults, because she wasn’t without manners, thank you very much. All that meant, though, was that she wasn’t prone to screaming in terror and running like a madman when she was freaked out by something. She would prefer to understand something rather than be irrationally terrified of it.

This, though? This was a bit much, even for her. As her heartbeat calmed, a sense of nausea built in her throat. “Excuse me, robot?” she squeaked. She wasn’t even sure if she could communicate with it while it was in car mode, but it was worth a shot.

“It’s Smokescreen.”

What?

“What?”

“My name is Smokescreen. Not “robot”.”

It sounded miffed. Which, okay. That was fair. If someone called her just “human” she’d probably be upset too. Hell, she had been upset when that other one, Starscream, had called her a “fleshling”. Smokescreen’s voice also sounded very male, and she paused before asking.

“And you’re not an “it” either, then?”

“No, I’m a mech.” A pause. “Uh, a male, by your definitions.”

“Okay. Smokescreen. Well, I’m Sierra, and as grateful as I am for your rescue you should really, really stop and let me out. Humans don’t handle extreme stress very well and I’m about to be sick.”

“Sick?”

Oh god, did robots even get sick?

“I’m about to vomit. Which means I am very close to expelling internal body waste, and it will be right in your seats if you don’t let me out so I can barf behind some rocks.” she informed him tightly, fighting down a gag.

There was a brief moment if silence as Smokescreen seemed to process her words, before he turned off the side of the road, drove behind some rocks, and popped open the door. “Please don’t be sick in me.” Oh, now he sounded sick. Sierra felt a little bad.

She didn’t say anything to that, instead stumbling out of the car and out of sight, before promptly bending over and tossing her breakfast. She gagged on bile, and after a moment of pause to make sure there was nothing left in her stomach, she stood and made her way back to where Smokescreen was waiting. She pulled her water bottle from her bag, taking a sip and washing out her mouth with it before spitting it to the side, and then she proceeded to drink everything left in the bottle. She tucked it away, turning to her impromptu ride, and opened her mouth to speak, when-.

“Oh slag.” He beat her to the punch.

She was confused, recognizing that as a curse of some sort, and then she heard the beeping from his radio.

“Um, hold on for a minute, alright? I gotta take this.” He sounded anxious, and didn’t give her a chance to answer before there was a click as he did just that.

She heard muffled noises over the radio, though she couldn’t make out the words being said.

“Um, yeah. There was a ‘Con signal. I was close so I checked it out.”

More radio noises, angry sounding ones.

“I know, I know! But I was closest and no one would pick up their comm. so I thought I should st least check it out! It was a good thing too, Starscream was there and he was about to snatch up a human!”

A pause, and then an explosion of garbled noise from the radio. Sierra got the feeling that Smokescreen was wincing.

“Well what was I supposed to do? Let her be taken? Plus she’d already seen him so it wasn’t like seeing me was going to do much damage!”

A growling noise, followed by a hiss of static.

“Yes, Ratchet. I know. And I am sorry, alright! I know I went against code again but if I had waited a human would’ve been in Deception hands and as new as I am to this planet, even I know that’s bad!”

Wait, planet? Was this giant ass robot an actual alien? That…honestly made sense. With that day she’d had, she wasn’t even surprised. Smokescreen was still having his discussion with…whoever was on the other end.

“Yes, I’ll bring her back to base. I’m not going to apologize for saving her, though.”

More angry static.

“Yeah yeah. I get it.”

He sounded tired, defeated. Sierra felt bad, and wondered what was being said to make him sound like that when he’d been so bright before.

“No, you don’t need to send a ground bridge. I’m close to the base anyway. I’ll be there soon.”

There was a click as Smokescreen disconnected from whoever called him, and then she could tell he was talking to her when he spoke next. “Mind hopping in? I gotta bring you back to base. The boss can explain everything. I promise you won’t be hurt or anything.”

Sierra hesitated for a moment, then sighed. She knew she probably shouldn’t, but at this point what was the harm? Besides, her gut instinct was telling her that, based on what that Starscream character had said about Jack, she wouldn’t have to worry about being hurt. Not if Darby spent all his free time around these weird alien robots and came back fine. Mind decided, she slipped into the car’s open door. It shut on its own, and she buckled herself in once more.

“Thanks.” He sounded grateful. And then he was driving off.

He wasn’t saying anything, and neither was Sierra, and she let herself be alone with her thoughts. They drove for a while, and Sierra let herself enjoy the landscape that passed by Smokescreen’s window. He really was a nice ride, she mused. Sleek and fast, and his engine purred quietly as he drove along the highway. She didn’t know much about cars, but she knew his car mode was a good one.

Soon enough, they were coming towards a large mesa. Smokescreen drove right toward its side, not even slowing as he approached, Sierra tensed, about to protest, when a previously invisible door opened in the rock face. She shut her mouth, her eyes blowing wide. Oh. That explained that. Their base was hidden in plain sight. Which…she supposed was fitting, for alien robots who disguised themselves as cars and jets. Smokescreen took them through a tunnel, and then they were coming into a large central chamber. Sierra peeked out if the window to see two other robots there. One, stocky and painted in red and white. The other…was absolutely massive. He towered above the red and white bot, and she had a feeling he’d tower over Smokescreen too. He was broad as he was tall, with wide shoulders and a heavy looking chest, his metal armor painted in red and blue. Sierra didn’t know how she knew, but she just knew that this large one was a he, a mech, as Smokescreen had said.

The door at her side popped open, and after brief hesitation she unbuckled herself and stood up. There was that sound of transformation behind her, and she glanced back to see Smokescreen rising to his feet in his robot mode. Then a voice spoke and she snapped her head around to see the large bot speaking.

“Greetings, young one. My name is Optimus Prime. My companion is Ratchet, and you have already met Smokescreen.”

Ratchet. That’s who Smokescreen had been talking to earlier. “I’m Sierra.” she said after a moment. “Sierra O’Niell.”

Optimus tilted his head downwards in her direction. “May I inquire why Starscream was attempting to abduct you, if you know?”

“You’re very polite.” she remarked dryly. “He said something about wanting to use me to get to Jack Darby, so that he could in turn use Jack to get to the “Autobots”. I’m guessing that’s you guys?”

Optimus shared a look with Ratchet, then looked back at her. “Indeed. Myself and my team are Autobots. Starscream is a Decepticon. Our factions are enemies, I am afraid.” he explained. “We are not from your world, Sierra O’Niell. We hail from a planet called Cybertron. Our two factions were at War on our home, and that War destroyed our world. The Deceptions came here, searching for energon, and we have followed them to keep them from destroying your planet and it’s people in their quest for it.”

Sierra turned that over. She’d guessed they weren’t from Earth, so that wasn’t a surprise. The rest of the information was new, though. And appreciated. “What’s energon? And how does Jack fit into all this?”

Optimus sighed. “Energon is an energy source, and the very lifeblood of every Cybertronian.” he explained. “It is a natural resource that was once common on our home, and somehow Earth too produces it in great abundance.” he explained. “Jackson, Miko, and Raphael became involved with us by accident. They were seen with my Autobots when they mistakenly were pulled into a battle with the Decepticons, and the Decepticons assumed they were our allies. In order to protect them, we took them under our watch and guard to ensure they could not be harmed.”

So, Esquivel and Nakadai were part of this too. She shouldn’t be surprised. She’d seen the cars that picked those two up, now that she thought of it. Speaking of which….

“Jack’s motorcycle is an Autobot, isn’t it? And Miko and Raphael’s cars?”

Optimus hummed. “Indeed. Arcee, Bumblee, and Bulkhead were the ones to initially partner with and save the children in that first encounter. After they were brought into the fold, it made only sense to assign them as their Autobot guardians.”

Sierra nodded as she took that all in. Then she frowned. “I’m involved now too, aren’t I? I would have been involved regardless, if the Decepticons were really after me, but Smokescreen saving me just means my involvement is going to be more pleasant than it otherwise would have been.”

Optimus and Ratchet shared yet another look, before casting their gazes to Smokescreen. The white bot fidgeted under their combined stares, head ducking and looking uncomfortable. “While we are not pleased that the youngling acted on impulse and charged into battle against protocol, we are pleased that he saved your life, young Sierra.” Optimus said after a moment.

Sierra blinked. “Youngling.” she repeated in confusion. Then she narrowed her eyes. “You’re not getting him into trouble for saving me, are you?” she asked heatedly. The very idea insulted her.

Optimus twitched as if startled, then rumbled a soft chuckle. “Youngling, yes. It is a term used by Cybertronians to refer to those of us who are not yet fully grown. Smokescreen is the equivalent of a human teenager.” he explained. “And worry not. In this instance, we can overlook the breach in regulations. It would send a poor message to punish a bot for upholding the Autobot creed.”

Sierra relaxed at that, nodding. Then she narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to want to have a discussion with you later about why you’re letting teenagers fight in a war, but I know now isn’t the time.” she said threateningly.

Both older bots startled back and her tone and words, and Smokescreen squeaked from behind her. She turned and drew a harsh line across her mouth before he could say anything, and she watched as he stared, slack-jawed, before closing his mouth with an audible clack. That done, she returned her attention to the apparent leader. There was one more thing she wanted settled.

“You said the others got guardians, right?”

A nod.

“Well, if I’m going to need one, and something tells me I will, then I want this one.” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder at Smokescreen.

Optimus’s eyes narrowed in what she realized was a faint smile. “If Smokescreen agrees, then I have no issues with that.” he hummed. “All I ask is that you remain here until our liaison with the human government arrives. Agent Fowler will want to discuss some matters with you before you return home.”

Sierra blinked. So the government knew about all this. That was good to know. It meant she wouldn’t get in trouble for conspiring with aliens if it ever came to light. She could also understand why they kept this whole thing a secret, even if governments hiding things from the public wasn’t always a good thing. In this case, it was a good thing.

“As long as I’m home before my curfew.” she agreed.

Another bow of that great head, and then Optimus was turning to stride away. Presumably to make contact with this Fowler. That left her and Smokescreen with Ratchet.

The stocky bot glanced at them, then turned to that odd console she’d noticed earlier. “Smokescreen will show you around.” Was all he said, waving them away with a dismissive flip of his hand.

Sierra, taking that as her cue, turned to the youngest bot. She thrust out her hand. “What do you say? Partners?”

He seemed confused, before slowly crouching and extending his hand to tap a finger to her palm. “Yeah, sure.” he seemed a little awed that she’d want to partner with him.

She smiled. “Good. In that case, why don’t you give me a ride and show me around your base?”

Smokescreen seemed confused. “Ride?”

“On your shoulder. I’d like to see it from your perspective.”

He blinked, then shrugged and put his hand, palm up, on the floor. Sierra took that as her que to climb up, and he carefully transferred her to his shoulder. Cool. Very cool. She just wanted to ride on the giant alien robot, and now she got to. That was cool.

She saw him look at her out of the corner of his bright, shining blue eyes, and she smiled warmly. “Well? Show me around your home, big guy. I’d like to get to know you.”

Smokescreen perked up, the little protrusions on his back wiggling with his apparent joy, and Sierra grinned a little wider. Oh, he was cute. How a giant robot could be endearing, she didn’t know, but he did it. He was sort of like a puppy. A giant, metal, alien puppy. She held on as he started walking, and she listened with half an ear, processing and noting what he told her as the rest of her mind turned over the events of her day.

It had been stressful, and scary, but now that it was all done and she was fine…

‘Yeah.’ she thought, watching her new partner eagerly show her around the small, hidden base he called home. ‘I think I’m gonna like it here.’

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And that was that! I hoped you like it! It was fun to write. The show didn’t give Sierra a last name or a real personality, so I had to kind of do that bit myself. And I was right! I did enjoy writing this. The prompt inspired me to write this faster than I thought I’d be able to. I do not expect to be able to fill a prompt this quickly again. Unfortunately. Also, Sierra is definitely going to be the straight man to Smokescreen. He’s going to need it. Badly.

Until next time, friends!

[poeedamerons]

I'm loving the drama, for real but it DOES bother me how they are portraying Lee Hwi/Dam I as this slightly incompetent and emotional person.

Hear me out.

Acting emotionally, as we know is a behavior related to women and acting more rationally is related to men in society. We know it's bullshit said for misogynistic reasons to play women incompetent (even if there is some truth to it) and they are doing this to Dam-i.

Instead of using her grandfather for her personal gain (aka become a king) she is still attached to the hurt and even after all these years living in court she would rather show her deslike towards him so everyone can see instead of playing the literal game of thrones. I know she hates him and she is right, but she is not HER but HIM, and her grandfather is the only person that will do ANYTHING to ensure he actually becomes king.

Also, her stint with Ji Un in the archery field shows how she let's emotion guide her, when she knows how that would spread through the palace and give the queen more ammo against her and make the king even more frustrated with her behavior.

Plus, she is isolating herself because of pain and hurt. She is totally on the right to be disgusted with them BUT it's a game. She needs to play it of she wants to win. She should have done just like King Cheoljong in Mr. Queen and started her private army. She should be doing like Ha Ram in Lovers of the Redy Sky and creating and network of spies so she can be on top of all rumors and happenings.

Only having an Eunuch, a Lady's maid and one (aging) Commander on your side is not SMART. It's not thinking strategically or in a rational way.

So, it does bother me how barefoot she allowed herself to be while acting emotionally. And the show does imply that. That as a woman she is bound to not be as rational or as that capable of saving herself. They are even giving her Ji Un and Hyun as protectors, like she can't do it by herself.

[goblincave666]

analyzing tw personality types #2: mason hewitt - ENFJ 7w6 so/sx

wanted to do mason next bc he’s cool and one of my favourite ENFJs in existence

also if you dont know what these numbers and letters mean: ENFJ is mbti, fe/ni whatever is mbti theory, 7w6 is enneagram, and so/sx is the enneagram subtypes. this post assumes you know more abt it so this is more intended for tw fans experienced with personality theories/personality theory tumblrs that happen to know about tw. cool? cool.

(also i’m doing this super late at night so if it’s disorganized or confusing thats why)

dominant fe

ok i think out of every mbti function, fe is always the most obvious in people, because it deals with other people/ethics outwardly. but even then mason is very obvious about his fe.

fe is concerned with social harmony and group values, and so is mason. he spends a lot of time and goes out of his way to help the other characters study, most notably liam and corey, and is super eager to figure stuff out immediately after finding out about werewolves. he seems to really like making everyone else happy and being involved in things.

basically he’s generally pretty attuned to how other people are feeling which pointed me in the dominant fe direction.

auxiliary ni

aha moments are pretty common with ni users. they often unconsciously process information, and it takes sensory things to activate their ideas, which is where the se comes in.

a huge example of mason’s ni was when he was watching the lacrosse game in 6x4, and seeing two lacrosse players in midair reminded him of the beast v hellhound mural, which reminded him of parrish, which reminded him of how parrish got the ghost rider at the party to leave. ni works in a very linear way, it just moves in a straight line until it comes to a singular conclusion.

it’s rare to see mason actively brainstorming, because ni is an unconscious function. he gets ideas a lot but they kinda just come to him, also illustrated by scott in 6x4 when he’s like “you always figure something out.” and mason does after sitting on the bleachers for a little while. the one time he does consciously try to connect dots, when he’s trying to figure out what 68 meant in 6x13, he struggles to get anywhere.

ni also comes to singular ideas. mason doesn’t usually try to deliberate between two different ones, when he has an idea he sticks to it unless new information pulls him in another direction.

so yuh

tertiary se

okay so usually when he doesn’t have time to plan in negative situations, he just rushes into them. se kinda works together with ni for ENxJs, but also as kind of a backup plan. se functions as a sort of you see what you get function, so using se in stressful situations means just going for it without thinking.

there are a lot of scenes where he goes after enemies that could easily kick his ass with just a baseball bat. he almost rams his car into a wall because he can’t think of a plan when the blueprint of eichen house doesn’t match up in 5x16. basically when his ni doesn’t give him ideas, mason just goes with his gut.

tertiary functions are also generally used with either overconfidence, or just a bit worse than say an aux/dom se user, so mason’s spur of the moment plans not exactly panning out would make a lot of sense.

inferior ti

contrary to mbti stereotypes, inferior ti doesn’t make a person stupid!! it just means a lack in purely logical sole judgement, and an insecurity surrounding that. mason is brilliant and one of the smartest characters in the show, but he’s also very emotionally attached.

“they must have had someone up there. that’s the only logical explanation.”

“how do you know?”

“logic. corey has a hunch.”

basically mason just immediately latches onto corey’s logic and doesn’t actually have his own logical explanation prepared for himself. and that’s fine, corey was right, but it’s just a very fe/inferior ti thing to say. ti doms, even if they outwardly agree, will want to come to their own concise conclusions in their heads.

when everyone at school is prepared to kick the shit out of liam and know damn well he’s a werewolf in 6x14, mason stays optimistic and tries to sugarcoat things for liam. the reality, the logical explanation is that things are very bad and not good, but mason still acts optimistic in favour of social harmony.

i also, despite it just being the writing not being great, like to think this is sort of the reason he might’ve ignored/not noticed holes in his memories. mason seems more than capable of realizing he was the beast, but may have not wanted to accept it. also could the show have elaborated on how mason felt about it more? it makes me extremely sad but i still want mason angst it would give him way more depth dude

there’s also the part where they need information on the chimera pack, but mason doesn’t ask corey about it since “theo leading an evil chimera pack didn’t exactly come up in the conversation.” enough said.

7w6

literally only a 7 would be in actual mortal danger from a wolf, and instead of freaking about almost dying, immediately get hyped because he found out his friend was a werewolf.

7s are intensely and infectiously positive. they see everything with wonder and excitement, and just try to get as much fun as they can out of life. this can lead to ignorance of negatives, which mason definitely does, but we still love him for it anyways.

i think a huge 7 example was the after images episode where mason can’t stop seeing the faceless corpse everywhere. instead of telling liam, hey, i want to stay over because i’m having nightmare hallucinations, he pretends he’s completely fine and just wants a sleepover. and he does a hell of a good job of it at first.

7s, especially the countertype social 7s, which mason literally is, tend to ignore any negativity in front of their friends. mason wanted everything to seem fine with liam despite everything being very not fine in the slightest.

this is the attitude he maintains throughout the show too. of course he doesn’t blindly ignore negatives, the 6 wing will do that, but he definitely works around them. he’s always upbeat and i kinda see him as the positivity that holds liam’s pack together.

so/sx

sp: This energised Seven is a great networker, gathering a ‘family’ of close supporters and motivated by wanting the best for everyone. They love the good things in life and may risk becoming self-interested and pleasure-seeking. This subtype is generally good at getting what they need to have fun and feel safe, but may also be good at rationalising and defending whatever they want to do.

sx: The dreamer, the idealist, the romantic … the SX Seven sees reality through a rose-coloured filter, connected to the possibility in everything. Their enthusiasm and optimism may seem unrealistic or naive as they tend to believe in the good in everything and everyone. They want the world to be more than dreary and dull and may embellish reality and dislike relationships that have become boring and predictable.

so: This countertype acts against the gluttony that characterises the Seven, tending to mistype with Enneagram 2. They are generous and have a strong desire to be of service, to create a better world. They will sacrifice their own needs to serve the needs of a group or person they support. They can be judgemental regarding selfishness in themselves or others and they hope to be appreciated for their sacrifice.

so if you search up your run of the mill 7 description, the negatives may not sound like mason, as 7s tend to be kinda irresponsible and reckless, and i think that’s because mason’s a so seven, which is literally the countertype & goes against the typical 7 behaviour.

it was a close call between sp and sx, for second, but i feel like i’m leaning towards sx more because of how excited he got about the supernatural at first.

conclusion

idk what to say even but i should probably go to bed now. also mason is very cool. also also did you notice that corey is an ISTP so he literally has the same functions but in reverse order??? opposites attract

[labec99]

Hi how’s your week going (warning for incoming rant)

I was flying so fucking high from last weekend and the Harry shows, and goddamn did it crash hard.

So the job I was supposed to start next week got pushed to June, and tbh I have a feeling it will get canceled completely by then

Which means I am still stuck at the job that has been draining the life out of me all year and giving me stress that is starting to manifest in physical ways in my body

And a former colleague had asked if I wanted to staff at a new company that just relaunched but I turned him down because I thought I had a new gig lined up, and now they’re already staffed and don’t have a spot for me

So I was struggling to do a bunch of the things that I had thought got offloaded to my boss to fulfill since I was leaving, but he didn’t do any of it, so I had to staff a bunch of shows really quick, and so many contractors are booked out through the end of the year already

I had to email or text like 6 different Technical Directors, and finally got one who said he was free the 3 dates I needed him

Except then at like 7 PM the night before Thanksgiving he called to tell me his scheduled shifted for another gig and he may not be available one of the dates after all, so then I got to carry that stress through the holiday

AND THEN THE CHERRY ON TOP OF THE FUCKING CAKE

My phone got stolen while I was at a bar with my friends last night

(Which is almost impressive because my phone is basically surgically attached to my hand, but I’m too emotionally distraught after this fucking week to actually be impressed) Like literally, there was 5 minutes or less from when I was posting a video on Instagram stories on the dance floor to realizing my phone was no longer in my pocket at the bar, and it wasn’t on the floor anywhere or turned into any of the barkeepers and I even went back today to check their lost and found and no one had it, so someone literally stole it out of my pocket

And I was super annoyed, but I was there with friends and also my sister so like, I got home fine and figured I’d go through the rigmarole of getting a new phone and just restore it from my icloud backup or a backup on my computer

Because I was 95% positive that I had backed my phone up to my new computer that I use for work at some point this year because I specifically downloaded iTunes onto a pc laptop, even though I really only use Spotify these days, so there’s no need for me to have it on here unless I had my phone plugged in, and I was pretty sure I remembered thinking I should back it up onto this new computer while I had it plugged in

Except when I tried to restore from an iCloud backup, it only had my iPad backups, not my iphone, and I haven’t used my iPad  regularly since college because it’s like 8 years old at this point and doesn’t run current iOS’s

But like, at the very least it has my apple account data and my contacts and my messages so I didn’t lose that

So I plug my phone into my current computer and it tells me there’s no backup to restore it from

Shit

Well

Let me break out my old macbook that is now 10 years old or more and I stopped using at the beginning of the pandemic because the thought of running zoom and any other application at the same time on 4 gb of RAM was laughable so I finally bit the bullet and updated to a pc laptop so I could game on it as well for work, but hey, at least I know for absolute certain that there are multiple phone back ups on there and I probably backed it up sometime during the pandemic because I was bored, right?

Oh you sweet summer child

The last backup was in 2019, I will have lost 2+ years worth of pictures and videos, but ya know, whatever it’s something at this point and i’ve already spiraled so much in the last 24 hours (not even 24 hours. as of me venting this out my phone got stolen less than 20 hours ago) (which in and of itself I realize is a privilege to be able to replace something like that so fast, I’ve just had so many small shitty experiences compounding this week that now everything feels like a boulder thrown on top)

So I tried to restore from that backup, but for some reason my old macbook won’t recognize the new iphone and restore from there

wtf

I’m tired, emotionally exhausted, whatever

Let me restore from my ipad backup, at least I’ll have my data and account info and messages and calendar and contacts, because that’s all on this ipad and up to date including an appointment on a calendar I made on my phone 2 days ago, so I know it synced since then

Load the restore and it says Some apps may not be compatible

I realize that only ipad apps are on there and I’m going to have to redownload every app from scratch

ugh, whatever

finally load the restore

None of my contacts are there

None of my messages before 4 PM are there

some random lady’s photos are loaded into my photo app. I have never seen this woman before. idk if it’s the person who stole the phone and somehow in the course of her trying to make it hers she added her shit into mine, or if some random data in the cloud got jumbled up, but I have 275 photos of someone that isn’t me.

I finally accepted that life sucks this week and called my mom and cried on the phone for half an hour

Oh and also

I managed to get a parking ticket while I was waiting in the Verizon store for the order to be processed, because when I went to refeed my meter because I knew it was running low, there was a ticket that had been printed 5 whole minute prior, because LA Parking cops are just utter shit stains with nothing better to do with their lives

And my dude and I aren’t seeing each other any more and it fizzled out in a way that left me with a huge lack of closure. Like, I’ve gotten soft ghosted more times than I care to admit, it’s the go to way for all of my attempts at relationships to end, because I will keep texting and trying to talk to these men and they will slowly but surely just stop answering

But like, we were dating for nearly a year. And then we didn’t see each other for a while because our schedules got a little hectic, but then also the text messages started fizzling out to and I kept trying to find things for us to do like go to the movies or something and he kept being busy

I Never get to the point in an attempt at a relationship where I give up on it. I am always the last person giving effort. But once it hits that point, where I can tell the energy has shifted and the answers become less frequent where I realize that I can’t be the only person trying and if they are done putting in effort then why am I still trying to make something happen here?

And I’m mad that that’s how this went too.

Grow a pair and dump me, you coward.

So to recap, Lost the job I was looking forward to, the relationship I was in fell apart, my phone was stolen, I lost all of my digital phone content from the last decade (which feels like losing a piece of me, because I am an introvert so the digital world is where I feel home the most), and I got a parking ticket.

Sigh.

Ok. Now that that is vented out.

Gonna take my assemblage of digital devices to the apple genius bar tomorrow and see what they can frankenstein merge together out of these backups that do exist. I still have my work computer and everything I need to do stuff for my current job and I can explain stuff to my boss on Monday and hopefully get him to give me a hand on some stuff to get these December shows up and running.

I have a ton of photos and videos on social media of the last few years, so my memories are still there somewhere. I have my health (for the most part), I still have a job and income and a roof over my head, I have my parents who were both willing to help me pay to replace the phone right away, I have scores of lovely and amazing friends in my life. Most of the digital information I need is backed up in other places so I just need to reaggregate it all into my phone. 

I’m just hella bad with change, so if you throw a bunch of shit changing in a small time frame at me at once, I crumble a bit. 

[pangtasias-atelier]

A Reborn World’s Anomaly

Well, my first fic after a long ass break is for a character that literally no one knows. So blame @mimisgarbage for sharing my love in this dumb whore. Also, I can never just write about fat Yuma, gotta mention the fucked up ending cause I am still emotionally scarred and hurting from that shit

“Those idiots really did it,” Nagamimi glances down at her newfound arms. Her entire body newfound, she barely marvels in her appearance. No longer in the form of a stitched doll somewhat resemblant of a rabbit, her form is now that of a person. Her black attire the same as ever, the sleeves of her rich black outfit engulfs the entire length of her arm, barely stopping at her wrists. Attached to both sleeves is a single white ruffle that nearly engulfes her hands much like her arms. The rest of the outfit is a short skirt that is much less concealing. Ending a tad bit above midway above her knees, the extra ruffling added at the bottom gives a bit more fabric to cover her up alongside her black leggings and black pumps. A rich lilac vest sits atop her outfit with a darker purple cravat right above said vest. Her dragging bunny ears are replaced with blonde hair, two flowing braids of hair parting it down the back with one being far longer so as to reach down to her knees. 

“Nagamimi!” A shrill shout sounds as Mio runs towards Nagamimi. Not quite sure as to how she knows Nagamimi or where she even came from, the innate trust she has in her and Unit 13 has in her eases Mio’s already minimal concerns. Mio no longer as sickly frail, she runs with reckless abandon despite her black boots, her long yellow-green hair flows behind her freely. Her short white top rustles from the movement but her black shorts thankfully covers her up. Unwilling to fully stop, she nearly rams into Nagamimi through forcefully grabbing her arm with glee. ‘What are you doing out here?” 

“What’d I say about grabbing me like that?” Nagamimi raises her voice yet she makes no effort in putting up the slightest amount of resistance. “I was just saying an extra goodbye is all,” Nagamimi’s eyes never once taken off from the horizon she stares at the increasingly diminishing figure. 

“They already said goodbye. The rest of Unit 13 is still celebrating! And Julietta but he celebrates for everything,” Mio tugs at Nagamimi’s arm.

“Yeah,” Nagamimi continues to stare; the tension in her jaws remain. Her mind races. The thoughts jumbled, sudden, instantaneous moments churn throughout her conscious. Flashes of the world destroyed. Flashes of everyone but a select few killed, those near the stage of a dragon spared. Flashes of Unit 13 destroying VFD and with it, a world free of dragons. And yet, Unit 13’s leader’s sudden call had raised questions. Questions only for Nagamimi as the rest of Unit 13 had been purposefully left out of the loop by their leader. With the near teary state their leader had been from such an unexpected call, Nagamimi had no choice to leave it alone. With only her and Unit 13 knowing the truth of their remade world, there simply had been no opportunity to speak about the contradiction of Yuma existing. A man-made human created for the sole purpose of destroying dragons only to instead willingly turn himself into one, his entire existence is contradictory. 

And yet, Unit 13’s leader was willingly overlooking such a strange anomaly. Yuma slain by their own hands, Yuma had refused to back down despite the two’s relationship. The deep burning shame and regret haunting them afterwards, the image of Yuma dying in their arms from the wounds they themself inflicted, properly analyzing the situation was simply out of the question for them.

“What’s wrong?” Mio staring at Nagamimi’s face, she glances between her face and the place where Unit 13’s leader once was, their entire silhouette now gone. 

Nagamimi deeply sighs. Her entire frame puffing up with air only to expel it still feels too  insufficient of a sigh. “I just don’t want to go back to where everyone is. They’re so loud,” Grumbling herself so as to sell the lie, she immediately gives herself away with her smirk. 

“You’re a terrible liar!” Mio pouts as she drags Nagamimi back inside.

“I hope everything works out for those two this time,” She earnestly wishes under her breath before she follows Mio’s efforts to get her to rejoin the festivities. 

Stepping off the usually packed trains of Tokyo, Unit 13’s leader deftly weaves through the hustle and bustle of packed foot traffic. This new world exactly the same – minus the disappearance of dragons – as their old, destroyed world, the address Yuma had given them is easy to get to. A quick search revealing apartment complexes, Yuma no longer living at ISDF with dragons ceasing to exist, he had eagerly expressed wishing to see them. The shock of Yuma somehow being alive still refuses to wear off, so they hurry through the crowd despite the angry complaints tossed their way from their rushed state.

Eventually reaching the address Yuma sent them, their prepared mental state or rushing up a litany of stairs is still high on adrenaline even when they find Yuma’s apartment to be on the ground floor. Fishing their phone out of their pocket, they double and triple check the address before placing it back. They clear their throat. Their fist shaking, their lungs refuse to cooperate with them as they hold their breath back upon knocking twice. The instant a second passes without a response, their chest seems to well up with water as the sudden inability to breath sinks in.

“It’s open!” A shout responding to their dread and panic, the prickly moist tears that threatened to protrude begin to recede. They almost slam the door open upon their rushed entrance. “I’m in the kitchen,” The soft yet smug tantalizing voice of Yuma’s penetrates their ears and sinks into their very flesh. Their legs continue on moving towards the captivating voice. They stop upon the sight that awaits them. 

The kitchen in a somewhat state of disarray, Yuma is at the epicenter of it all. His engorged figure makes it hard for him not to be, Yuma’s hefty body taking up a large swath of the kitchen area. Surrounded by cats, Yuma’s obese body seems even somewhat laughable with the tiny pets clinging to him.

No longer possessing the fit musculature for a body designed with the singular intent of killing, Yuma’s figure is instead comparable with a body designed solely to eat. Where once there was a defined outline of abs shown only in more personal, intimate moments from their dates, Yuma’s heaping gut lurches forward into a massive overhang. Tucked in neatly and safely behind the comfort of his turtleneck, the fabric surprisingly doesn’t fight back its owner’s corpulent body; instead, it conforms to Yuma’s soft curves making up the doughy mass of his gut. His overhang reaching down a bit above his knees, the end up Yuma’s gut ends in a notably defined bell shape, the curve of his stomach curving ever so slightly inwards below his navel. His stomach mercilessly pulled down by gravity due to its sheer weight, the mass of lard rests comfortably on his thighs. The inner rivulets of fat making up his thighs are hidden behind his tank of a gut. However, the sides of his thighs jut out from so much fat crammed into his figure. The edges of his thighs peeking out from behind his gut offer a sense of their own immense girth, the inner mystery of his thighs filled in by the width of his overhang. Each thigh wider than a person, and with extra width to spare for a second, the two tree trunk thighs fill the fabric of Yuma’s pants. His pants perfectly tailored to fit him just like his turtleneck, the legs of them taper to fit his body, the entire canvas of sagging puffed out fat making up his legs visible. Rolls marcating the edges of where his ass and legs meet, Yuma’s ass juts out behind him, a slight fall to them as well from its own weight like Yuma’s stomach. A cat clings onto the fabric of his pants; its nails digging into the thick fabric as it hangs off the side of Yuma’s thigh.

Yuma’s legs slowly shift in clear, deliberate motions. Moving obviously a challenge with so much girth in the way, his pendulous gut sways from the movement. It slaps against his thighs. Turning to face towards Unit 13’s leader, he lets out a sigh – half from spotting his partner and half from exhaustion. “You’re finally here,” His face is puffed out from the extra bits of flab piled onto his cheeks and chin. No longer so angular, it’s instead rounded out to give a more soft and welcoming aura, The apron attached to him offers an even more welcoming aura, the width of it only covering half the width of his expansive gut. Even his breasts splay out the sides of the apron. Both heavy tits rest comfortably on the shelf of his gut, each sploying out somewhat to the sides. The apron lacking a knot, it instead has a collar to fit around his doughy neck. Two cats vye for Yuma’s attention, one on each soft shoulder. Yuma’s doughy looking arms rest comfortably on his plump love handles. Too much effort to hold up the two burdened arms despite each only holding a bowl of cat food, his fat bunches together. 

“Yeah,” Unit 13’s leader is at a shock – partly from Yuma’s mere existence yet mostly from his newfound weight. “I made it,” Releasing a radiant smile as the edges of their lips upturn, their feet glide along the floor as they step forward with zero hesitation. Their fingers gingerly wrap around both bowls in Yuma’s hands. The cats meow at them as they walk back. The cats circling their feet, they take great care in placing the bowls down, yet they do so quickly before the cats can prematurely grab them while still in their hands. The cats content with their food, Unit 13’s leader saunters back to Yone. They press a hand on Yuma’s stomach, their fingers sinking ever so slightly into the warm mass of fat. “Sorry about the wait, big guy,” Immediately accustomed to Yuma’s strange reappearance and even stranger figure, they loop an arm around Yuma’s, the warm pile of pudge encases their arm on all sides. 

Yuma lets out a small huff of breath before shaking his head at the nickname; his near shoulder length gray-brown hair swishes from the motion, bits of his green eyes momentarily hidden behind his hair. “I guess I’ll never get you to stop calling me that,” A twinkle in Yuma’s eye, he follows their steps as they slowly lead the way. 

“It’s hard to not call you what you are,” They give a couple affectionate pats against Yuma’s wobbling stomach. Leading Yuma out of the kitchen, they make their way past their cats that are preoccupied with eating. “Plus, you seem to get a kick out of it too,”

“Oh, I get a kick?” Yuma counters. His personality much the same, he continues his rebuttal. “I’m not the one insistent on using such a nickname, am I?” His fatigue starting to get to him, he huffs afterwards. 

“We’re almost there, big guy,” They ignore his rhetorical question and instead lead Yuma further back into the living room. Yuma merely rolls his eyes with a scoff thrown in for good measure. 

Upon reaching the couch, they reluctantly remove themselves from Yuma. A wide permanent indent marking his spot, Yuma gratefully lowers himself down on it with only minimal creaking from the loveseat. His bulk finally resting, his fat bunches up together. His thighs take up nearly the entire expanse of the loveseat. His gut rests on the wide pedestal that is his thighs. “Make yourself comfortable,” Yuma challenges. 

Without a pause, Unit 13’s leader sits in the tiny crevice left available between Yuma’s fat and the armrest. However, they lift up Yuma’s gut, the mass of fat barely lifting up despite their best efforts. Shifting around, they place their back on the armrest as they sit on Yuma’s lap. Most of their body smothered under Yuma’s gut, they let go of his stomach with a grin. “Got the best seat in the house. Even comes with a personal heater,” They rub Yuma’s gut with their right hand; their hand goes in slow counter-clockwise motions. 

“Glad to be of service,” Yuma suddenly blushes as his stomach growls. 

“Now it’s my turn to be of service,” Opening up their phone, they start ordering food without waiting for any input on Yuma’s end. Tapping and scrolling away, they smile as Yuma simply starts searching for something to watch. 

Deciding to simply take this newfound world without question, they let out a contented sigh as they place their food order, ready to enjoy their first date with Yuma in this world.