#I’m a spritely young thing myself

[slav-every-day]

[babydollmarauders]

GIRLS NIGHT — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “how drunk was i?” with Quinn.

warnings: intoxicated reader, throwing up

my body drips with sweat, my hair is falling from it’s updo, and i think i just lost one of my shoes; girls night is going swimmingly.

“y/n! stop! come put your shoe back on.” Amelia calls out from behind me. i glance back to find her trailing after me as i hobble off the dance floor, my heel in her hand and a frown on her face.

“oh, hey, i was looking for that.” my words are slurred, an aftermath of too many tequila shots and three long island iced teas. i stop, grabbing the lone shoe from Amelia and using her shoulder to stabilize myself as i slip it back on.

“i think it’s time to call Quinn to come pick you up.” she sighs. “let’s go find Ivy with our phones.”

“but the night is still so young.” i whine as she drags me behind her to our booth, where Ivy sits guarding our things.

“y/n, it’s almost two in the morning. the night isn’t young, it’s almost over.” Amelia sits me into the booth, digging through my purse for my phone.

“buzzkill.” i mumble, crossing my arms on the table and laying my head on top of them. Amelia steps away to make a call to Quinn, and Ivy keeps watch over me, though i don’t think she’s much help either; she’s drank just as much as i have, our only difference being that she can handle her liquor better than i can.

i raise my head back up to watch Ivy as she sips at a sprite, her eyes bloodshot and her lipstick faded.

“are you feeling fine? because i feel fine.” i say. she nods, her lips never leaving her straw.

“i feel great.” she mutters around the plastic between her lips. i hum in drunken agreement.

“me too.” i reiterate. Amelia steps back up to the table, heaving out a sigh as she flops down into the seat next to me.

“Quinn is coming to get you.” she tells me. “and then i’m taking Ivy back to my house. i would’ve brought you but i don’t think i can handle taking care of the both of you.”

Amelia was tonight’s DD. she only had one cocktail at the beginning of the night and then switched to soda, leaving her plenty sober by now to drive she and Ivy home.

we sit in silence for about ten minutes before i tried to escape back to the dance floor and Amelia had to pull me back down into my seat, satiating me with the promise of french fries when Quinn arrives. it’s another five minutes after that before my phone lights up with a text from him, telling me he’s here.

“c’mon Ives, let’s go.” Amelia holds a hand from both Ivy and i on our way out, making sure we don’t drift away from her like little children.

i smile when we step out into the chill Vancouver air, the breeze hitting my face.

“huggy!!” i beam when i catch sight of Quinn, leaned up against the side of his Audi. he pushes off, walking over and taking me from Amelia.

“hey, baby.” he coos, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “you have fun?”

“yeah! it was sooooooo fun!” i drag out and he chuckles.

“i’m glad. let’s get you back home, yeah?” he leads me to the passengers side of his vehicle and i whine.

“but my french fries!” Quinn sends a questioning glance toward Amelia.

“i had to promise her you’d get her some in order for her to stay at our table.” she shrugs. Quinn nods in response.

“okay, baby. we’ll stop at mcdonald’s on the way home. how about that?”

a grin spreads across my lips and i nod in agreement, letting him help me into the passengers seat and buckle my seatbelt for me.

“you’re the best boyfriend ever.” i tell him.

“i’m your fiancé.” he laughs, and i inhale a gasp.

“even better!” he bites back a smile, closing my car door and jogging around to his own. bidding goodbye and a safe drive to my friends, he slides into his own seat and starts the engine, pulling onto the road.

“don’t forget my french fries.” i mumble, laying my head against the cool glass of the window. he snickers.

“you can forget where your laptop is while sober, but you can’t forget about french fries when you’re drunk.”

“mhm!” i agree. i study his side profile as he pulls into the drive-thru for the nearest mcdonald’s, ordering me a large french fry and an oreo mcflurry. “you’re so pretty.”

“i’m pretty?” he laughs, handing me my food as he pulls away from the drive-thru window, pulling back out on the road to drive home.

“yeah.” i tell him. “like your mom. your mom is so pretty too.”

“i’ll be sure to tell her you think so.” he’s barely composing himself now as i respond with a ‘please do!’ and his eyes flicker to me every couple minutes to watch me as i eat my fries.

does he want my food?

i hold a french fry up to the side of his face and he grins, quickly turning his head to bite it from my fingers. i giggle as his teeth graze my fingertips and he winks at me.

Quinn turns into the parking garage, parking in one of our two designated spots, the other being taken up by my own car, and shuts off the engine. he slips out of the car, jogging around the back to open my door. i unbuckle myself and grab my mcflurry and fries and he grabs my purse and then helps me out, holding my hand the entire way up to our apartment. he unlocks the door and pushes it open, letting me enter first before he follows, locking the door behind us.

“are you done with your fries?” he asks, and i nod, handing him the rest. we stand in the kitchen in silence as i finish off my ice cream and he eats the last of my fries. when we’re both finished, he throws away our trash before walking over and taking my hand back in his.

“let’s get ready for bed.” he tells me, leading me down the hallway to our bedroom. he proceeds to help me as i get ready for bed; kneeling and taking my shoes off my feet, slipping one of his shirts over my head after i’ve gotten out of my dress, handing me makeup wipes from the package on our bathroom counter, and assisting me in brushing my teeth, before getting ready himself.

i slide under the blanket on our bed, waiting patiently for him to join me, and he does so when he exits our en-suite bathroom. pulling me into his side, he clicks off the lamp on his nightstand and presses a kiss to my lips.

“goodnight, baby.” he mutters.

“goodnight, Quinny. thank you for taking care of me.” i speak through a yawn, my eyes drooping shut.

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i wake to bright golden rays of sun shining through the open window blinds, and a pounding headache. before i can even open my eyes, i’m hit with a wave of nausea, making me hop out of the warm bed and rush to the bathroom, dropping to my knees in front of the toilet.

i hear footsteps follow behind me prior to feeling callused hands graze my neck as they hold my hair up, one of them slipping down to rub my back as i heave into the toilet bowl. i wait until i’m sure i’m done before flushing, dropping to my butt to sit on the cold tiles.

“thank you.” i tell Quinn.

“of course, baby.” he replies, getting up and retrieving my toothbrush for me, handing it to me so i can wash away the awful taste. i stand, a hand to the wall as i rise, and make my way over to the sink, thoroughly brushing my teeth before following my fiancé back to bed.

i don’t think i can fall back to sleep after that, so i opt for checking my phone instead, finding a message from Quinn’s mother of her saying thank you and that i’m pretty too. i scrunch my face up in confusion but send back a text of gratitude.

“why is your mom telling me thank you and that i’m pretty?” i question, making Quinn chuckle.

“because you told me last night to tell her you think she’s pretty. so i told her this morning when she called me.” he informs me.

“oh.” i mutter. “how drunk was i?”

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[lilbeanblogsabit]

So I feel like the world is full of fear and horribleness right now, so I’m going to do what I do best and do my best to be as cute as possible to brighten peoples days.

So I’ve decided, today is the perfect day for me to tell you all how I asked my Daddy to be my Daddy.

So there’s two stories. The first, is a boring one, where Daddy and I were having dinner at his apartment and I blushingly stammered out “will… you…I mean…if you're ok with it…can I call you …Daddy?

He said yes! and we discussed what it would look like for us to become more involved with each other. After all that I said something like “…ok I wanna do something cute for you… sorta like an engagement thing…” and he loved the idea and wanted to do something too… which leads to the actual cute/wholesome part…

So the next week I did the “official” asking… and there were 3 main parts:

Part 1: give Daddy a box with a pacifier in it, so he could put it in my mouth (I know it’s cliche but it’s cute as heck)

Part 2: …have Daddy dress me for dinner, which was at a fancy-for-us restaurant.

Part 3: …have unbelievably fun s*x

So we set the date for “our proposal” for the next week.

Skipping to then, when I arrived at Daddy’s house and he let me in, I could tell He was kinda nervous because I didn’t tell him what I was planning on doing. We hang out for a while and eventually got to cuddling in the couch, which seemed good enough for me, so I laid my head in his lap, looked up at him and handed him a small box with the Paci in it (it was the LFB I ❤️ Daddy one ☺️) and said “I really like how our relationship is going and I want to you to be my Daddy… So will you be my Daddy?

He smiled, grabbed the Paci, put it in my mouth, then kissed my forehead and said “of course I will Beanie” (except he used my real name lol). And I got up and sat in front of him and… we made out for a while…

Then, Dinner! But more importantly, Daddy gets to dress me!

At the time I was (and still am) hesitant about wearing any little gear in public. And since we were going to a nicer restaurant, little gear was kinda outta the question.

…but I was feeling brave and Daddy reassured me it wouldn’t be noticeable.

He picked a Abena L4 for the dip, since it’s thin but still feels like a dip! Then I brought a few onesies, and he picked out for a matching “I ❤️ Daddy” onesie to wear as an under shirt then a back dress shirt to wear in top.

He was nice enough to let me wear my normal (at the time lol) undies so that to help the onesie hold everything in place. Then he helped me get my socks on and tied my shoes for me (to this day still makes my heart flutter 🥰) and treated me like a kid all the way to the restaurant.

He made me sit in the back seat on the way there, asked me what I wanted to listen too, then told me I was too young for that and put on kids bop… which btw is kinda a guilty pleasure of mine… 🙈

When we got to the restaurant he “yelled” at me for opening my own door, saying it was dumb of him to forget the child locks, and told me to hold his hand while crossing the street… which I was already going to do anyway 😂

I was really hoping he would get a kids menu for me, but he didn’t, and later he admitted he wasn’t comfortable with it, which made me very happy that he told me because that’s how you develop trust!

Anyway it didn’t matter since Daddy ordered for me, and got me chicken strips and Mac and cheese with sprite to drink… and considering he got a steak and pasta with wine… it was very fitting for our relationship, which is why he did it. 😊

We finished dinner, got back in the car… and before we left, Daddy made me pee myself… which has since become a habit of ours whenever I wear in public 🙈

We get home and Daddy laid me down on his bed and gently stripped my clothes off leaving me in my onesie and diaper, then tells me that I was a naughty boy for using my diaper and not asking him for a change. When I tried to complain of course the Paci made its way back into my mouth

What followed was said incredibly fun s*x… which I will not repeat because it makes me VERY blushy to think about still. 🙈

At the end of it, Daddy finished all over my diaper area, then re-diapered me and made me finish in my diaper…

…and that was the start of what now is Daddy and I’s 24/7 relationship… and it’s been absolutely incredible ever since 🥰

PS: I am posting this because I cannot fully function with the amount of negativity and fear in my life right now. This is not meant to draw attention away from what’s happening, nearly meant to be an escape for those wanting it. ❤️

[loveabledirtbag]

2.02 - pasta

there’s something about opening on a black screen with a catchy, familiar song that just makes me into what i’m watching. i don’t know what it is about that particular edit, i fully recognize it about myself, and i don’t even strongly like the song “she drives me crazy” by fine young cannibals. BUT black screen, song comes on, quick cut to an arial shot of chicago in winter and it’s just got me going, “hell ya. let’s go.”

i liked the quick cut of a printed sign on the bear’s wall as they’re making plans, crossing off things they’re accomplishing and working on renovating the space for their grand opening, but there’s just a little printed sign that says “bear part two”, which is funny. because this is the bear, season two. but it’s also the first iteration of the bear, which makes the “in world” meaning of “the bear part two” kinda odd.

i love the familiarity between carmy and syd. it’s only on this, my 90th rewatch that i realize this is really the first time we see them sort of acting like friends and partners, more than work colleagues, and especially boss and employee. all last season they had friendly moments, but there was always an edge of: carmy is the boss, and syd is the employee. and no matter how friendly they were, and they were pretty nice and friendly, the two did an excellent job of having an element of feeling like they worked together. like if one of them were to introduce the other to a friend or family they would say: “oh, we work together”. even in the first episode of season two, they’re still friendly, and the power dynamic has shifted nicely since season one because they’re partners now, but they still have this air of “work friends”. but right away in episode two carmy and syd are walking through the shop talking about how syd’s dad is sem-supportive but doesn’t understand syd, and i’m only just realizing that it’s the first time they’ve really talked about personal things with each other non-chalantly. this is the first time in the show we’ve ever seen them be “friend friends” not work-friends…and yet, it’s so natural and easy i didn’t even realize the shift had happened until just now.

in one second we received; the first mention of syd’s mom. that she and her dad are going to her mom’s birthday dinner. AND, the fridge guy is on the phone, but because marcus threw the phone without anyone ready, it shattered on the ground. carmy will call the fridge guy back….right….?

i hate that the moment nat comes into the scene casually eating food while walking, my brain (which is so accustomed to stereotypes in media) said “oh! she’s pregnant!” and not “oh! she’s working hard and doing most of the detail work for the restaurant, so she’s eating on the go!” but, media tropes being what they are, my mind went to: PREGNANT

“you feeling okay, nat? you look a little pale”, “yeah. it’s just that sometimes i look like february.”, “….sure…” 1) amazing line. truly fantastic. 2) come on. nat’s pregnant.

fak and natalie’s “mom & son” relationship is so weird and i love it. “yes, my honey?” who actually says thay to another adult in a non-actually being someone’s mom, or a “non-bdsm” capacity? apparently nat.

“you alright? you want a sprite? you look kinda green.” 1) this line that richie says to nat will come back to be important in a few episodes. 2) this is the second time in like a minute that someone’s commented on nat’s appearance and her not looking great. so, she’s definitely pregnant. like, they’re not even trying to hide it, as they hide it.

ebra’s hesitation about going to culinary school BREAKS MY HEART. ugh. i love ebra. sad ebra makes me sad. “i don’t want to wear a uniform” and tina’s immediate “it’s not that kind of uniform.” implying he was thinking of his time in the army in samalia….UGH, EBRA!

however, excited tina, giddy at the thought of culinary school, is such a vibe.

fridge guy debacle continues: carmy calling the fridge guy, but getting interrupted as richie, fak, and marcus are trying (and failing) to move the lockers out of the space right outside his door.

also, (because of stereotypes in media) when carmy gives his number to the fridge guy, my first thought was “…so that’s gonna come up later.” because it’s easy to have written this scene without the phone number. sometimes a scene requires a number to be given and that’s that. but in this scene, it easily could have been different. so when carmy gives it, i knew we’d hear his number again. especially with how easy the number is to remember. (the classic 5-5-5 in the number. that happens in tv shows so often. someone has 5-5-5 in their phone number)

ok….so….again, i’ve watched this season like 100 times, and i think, I THINK, i understand why they have to open mikey’s locker to move it out? because it’s always confused me. the guys are struggling to open the locker, and they realize they have to open mikey’s locker which has been locked since his death. it’s a nice scene, and shows everyone’s acceptance and growth in the time since mikey has died. especially as richie puts a hand on carmy’s shoulder as carmy takes a moment right before he opens the locker. the tenderness and love between these two since season one is just incredible. but my thought was the stuff in the locker was too heavy making it harder to move? but the only thing in the locker is a hat from an event they worked in 2010. so, i’ve always been confused. the hat couldn’t weigh enough to make them not able to handle the lockers. i thought it was a clumsy way to get us to the emotional moment of finding the hat. BUT now i’m realizing that i think fak needed the locker open so he could get a better grip on his side of the locker and maneuver it easier? is that right? does anyone else actually know?

so syd and carmy go to carmy’s apartment. and in repeated viewings i’ve realized that it IS the same apartment from season one. we’re just getting better shots of it. and now i realize that his apartment is A DREAM! i mean, his kitchen is great, but the rest of his apartment is really nice. i’m legitimately jealous. they did a really nice job in season one (whether intentionally or not) making it look kinda like a shitty apartment. but there’s enough things i recognize in shots of his apartment in season two, that it’s definitely the same apartment.

the way carmy and syd avoid saying “michelin” in conversation, so that the show doesn’t have to pay for the copyright, is just fun. but i also love the two sides of the michelin chef spectrum. carmy who has experienced the shit you have to deal with of having them, and syd who is fresh and wants the recognition that comes with having one. in the light of how many restaurants and chefs are abandoning the michelin system, or are returning their stars, i think it’s a fascinating subtle storyline woven in this season. i’d love to see if it carries on into season three. knowing that it costs so much money to have a michelin star and that only one star has to do with the food.

“i will grant you [mold] has gained some traction in recent media cycles. it’s a buzzword, yeah, for sure.” what an iconic line from richie. as someone who has always been scared of mold….how is mold a recent buzzword? richie is unhinged and i love it.

once again, fak and richie getting their faces closer as richie dares fak to call mom (nat), and fak says he will, and they go back and forth just getting closer…..it has a weird sexual energy with it. i didn’t start this show shipping fak and richie, but i think they’d be cute together…

the scenes of ebra struggling at culinary school honestly break my heart. and tina encouraging ebra in his skills and him shakily saying “yes chef”….😭😭😭

i think it’s interesting that there’s a season long arch where just about everything syd cooks and makes tastes terrible. i think watching the show all at once makes the problem seem bigger than it was meant to be (at least to me), because we’ve been told how good of a chef she is, but we see her cook HER OWN creations and they all suck. it made me wonder how good she really was. which is maybe some of the point, but i think it’s showing that syd is still a chef that’s up and coming and learning. like carmy said last season, she’s very green. carmy is a chef with no end of awards and recognition, but we see him struggle with details and management. syd is inventive and quick on her feet, but we see that when she’s coming up with a recipe she fails a lot first. i think it’s meant to humanize her, or it’s a season arch to show her growth as the season continues.

the weird….dynamic of carmy thinking syd’s mom is alive (because she said “it’s my moms birthday dinner” and has never said “she died” or anything, so it’s an earnest and easy mistake). but when carmy asks her about her mom she just kinda….lies…?

i love the detail of signing “sorry” when something happens to just say “hey, let’s move on. this isn’t a big deal, and i’m sorry” is amazing. i’ve had little codes like that in service industry in the past.

nat’s lil’ monologue while sitting next to the messed up toilet while she’s on the phone with the plumber is great. and i love that she reveals that she’s pregnant (which again, easy to guess), but mostly i love that we’re not fulllllly sure if the plumber is a family friend, or a complete stranger. there’s SOME familiarity here obviously, but we’re not told if it’s enough familiarity for nat’s emotional word vomit or not. and that’s beautiful to me.

the pure comedic GOLD of “these ceilings are practically styrofoam, were we to have mold they would collapse when i go like this-“ hits ceiling. ceiling immediately collapses and proceeds to dump a pound of dirt, dust, and mold onto richie’s face. and then a kickball. and then richie looks up and goes “that’s it?” and a firefighter hat falls and hits his head. ugh. i can’t help but burst out laughing.

the reveal that syd’s mom is dead is so well done. the happy story, the smiles, and then lighting a candle on cake and them blowing it out while holding hands. the realization that what we, the audience, assumed was going to be a tense, awkward meal between two parents who had divorced but still got together to celebrate the moms birthday (for some reason), or maybe even the amicable celebration of a couple that divorced because they realized they weren’t good for each other and are “friendly” with each other. but instead it’s two people very much in love with a woman who has clearly died. ugh. it’s beautiful, it’s funny, and it’s heartbreaking, and it’s SUCH a simple and quick scene.

AND THEN, we move onto this scene at the grocery store. ok. here’s the thing. claire gets a LOT OF SHIT from people. a lot. and some of its fair and some of its not. SO. i’m gonna put my thoughts in their entirety HERE about her, and then when those instances come up in later episodes i might talk about them more in depth.

so, firstly, for the people who loved that the bear was a “sexless” show in season one, or that carmy seemed to be ace, or are carmy and syd shippers, or even those who claimed he was queer coded, there’s not much i can say to make you feel better. other than to say that the balance of work life and personal life is a super important one, especially in a show about a guy who has no personal life so that excel at his work life and has become burnt out by that process. so a romance or a deep relationship of some kind was a good choice for the show, because it brought about a storyline that i think is needed on carmy’s mental, and emotional health journey.

BUT the show trying to deepen that relationship with claire does so by simply “saying” it, and not showing it. which is the eternal issue with writers, especially when you have time, money, budget, and length of movie/tv series to deal with. but in a ten episode season, and this is already the end of the first episode when you introduce her, so you really only get to know her in episode three. that really only gives 8 episodes to know claire. and she’s not in like…3 or 4 of the episodes moving forward. meaning you have to: set up their history, set up how important she is, AND deepen their relationship to a place where we, the audience, are emotionally invested in them, AND when it hurts when they ultimately break up. but with only 4 or 5 episodes to do that, we can’t SEE it happen, we have to be TOLD it happens.

so we are told that carmy had a crush on her, to the point that he would draw her in his notebooks and his whole family knew he liked her, because mikey, richie and…john mulaney…tease him for it in the flashback episode. we are told how much claire likes carmy. we’re mostly told how good their relationship is, instead of seeing how good it is (carmy shows up to the restaurant a few times and says “i was talking with claire when….). we’re also told how close claire was to the fak’s and to richie (claire calls fak to get carmy’s number. she calls richie cousin (the only other person to do that other than mikey and carmy). there’s a lot of their relationship we don’t get to see, and it makes some sense because those scenes would be slower, deeper, and take time. and you only have 30 minutes and 4 or 5 episodes to accomplish this.

which makes the sort of hypocrisies in their relationship just not believable. carmy was obsessed with claire growing up, but when they meet he gives her a fake number so she can’t call him, because he knows she’s looking to date him after they run into each other. and he’s a little slow to open up to her, but finally does and she helps him a lot in his mental health and panic attacks. and on claire’s side, she gets labeled a manic pixie dream girl, which isn’t necessarily unfair, but her less than realized character (her main defining character trait is: i like carmy) is only because we don’t get to see much of her, and she was brought in to be a love interest to carmy. so she’s not fully realized, and her only real trait is liking carmy. plus, carmy is so aloof, and closed off that from a writing standpoint we needed claire to have this manic pixie love and attraction in pursuing carmy, because that was the only way they were going to get together. carmy would never have pursued claire, because he sacrifices his own enjoyment and personal life for cooking. but it doesn’t make sense then, that claire has kind of an obsessive love for carmy from the moment she sees him at the grocery store, and she admits that she liked him in high school, but she never made a move and he didn’t even really know she knew who he was.

these sort of conflicting narratives: carmy is in love with claire, but gives her a fake number when they run into each other as adults (he even forgets her name when we’re introduced); claire is in love with carmy from the beginning of them running into each other as adults (which would hint that she was in love with him when they were young) but never paid him any attention when they were young, BUT was so close to them that she remembered the name of their planned restaurant all these years later…they all could have been made possible and been written in a way that was believable. but not with the time constraints the show had and the other storylines the show focused on. so we are simply told a lot of this, not shown a lot of this. it maybe could have worked if they built claire and carmy’s relationship up this season; a sort of will-they-won’t-they, and then once carmy is sold on the relationship, build that up in season three, for the big collapse at the end of season three. but that would have ruined the season long arch and left carmy without a deep, traumatic emotional arch and more of a rom-com, fluffy arch this season and that’s not really the show’s style.

so, i don’t hate claire. i think she, as a character, wasn’t given the time to breathe and grow and show the audience why we should care about her. i would love if they brought her back for season three, to see her grow and get fleshed out as her own character, especially as a character outside of her love for carmy. but since she broke up with carmy, i don’t see much of a road into the show moving on and it would also make a lot of sense if we never really see her again. even despite her “close” relationship to the fak’s and to richie.

as someone who has had to have the conversation with my parents about my weird working situations, like being paid for a month, but then not being paid for six months even though i’m going to work and working 12 or more hours because i’m starting something…uff, i feel syd’s frustration as she tries to explain it to her dad. and the fact that the budget is paying everyone in the shop except carm, nat, and syd (the bosses) is so fucking good. because that’s how it fucking should be. you pay the people who need it, because you need them to be there when you get back. it’s how you keep workers, especially good ones. bosses and leaders of businesses need to actually sacrifice for the shop and for their workers if they want it to work. plain and simple.

but, we see some of that writing magic i was talking about earlier when carmy gives her a fake number. he told the fridge guy his number earlier, and then he gives claire a different number. we know that he wouldn’t give fridge guy a fake number. so we realize he’s giving claire the fake. that’s why we saw him give the fridge guy his number.

AND that’s the episode! episode two down! it’s a great episode. and it sets up a LOT for the rest of season two. looking forward to episode three!

SEASON ONE: Episode One | Episode Two | Episode Three | Episode Four | Episode Five | Episode Six | Episode Seven | Episode Eight

SEASON TWO: Episode One | Episode Two | Episode Three | Episode Four | Episode Five | Episode Six | Episode Seven | Episode Eight | Episode Nine | Episode Ten

[miraitenshi]

Get to Know me Tag Game🪽

Thanks for the tag @jiraidere <3 idk who to tag so if u wanna join in feel free & tag me in ur post so I can check it out 💗🪽I added extra stuff cuz I’m just curious about it & would love to know hehe

Name:

Mirai

Your Dream in life:

Ive always knew my life dream since I was very young. I’d love to because a fashion designer and have my own Jirai clothing and accessories brand. I already have so many designs sketched up and I want to attend a fashion school to get the experience before opening my own brand and business. It’s my passion and the only thing keeping me alive rn. No one has ever supported my ideas but idc cuz I believe in myself.

Fav Movie:

Any despicable me/minion movie I LOVEEEEE MINIONS SO MUCH

Fav Food:

Instant noodles & sprite <3

Fav animal:

Red panda & just pandas in general

Fav Music:

Visual Kei, Jpop, Kpop, KRnB

Fav Colour:

Pink, Black, Purple & Blue (I can’t pick one)

MBTI:

umm idk but I will find out and change this 🙏🏼🫡

Height/Age:

5’7 & 22 years old

Zodiac:

Capricorn

Tattoos:

I love tattoos on other ppl but I’d never get them myself cuz I know I’ll regret it and I don’t like the idea of someone using that machine on me lol

Piercings:

I have one on each of my ear lobes I’d loveeee to get more on my ears but they’re too small and I have no room and if I did it they would fall out or get infected:(

[canyoufucksoniccharacters]

Alright, I’m putting myself out there. There ain’t no anonymity, and I accept the consequences of my actions.

I need to know (actually for the satiating of my own knowledge but I know nobody will believe me anyways).

Amy Rose, is most certainly, definitely, off the table, correct?

...

...

...

Aaahahahaha...

HAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHA

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

FOOLS, I HAVE RISEN, FROM THE GRAV-

... Oh, it's the middle of November. Shit. Missed October by a pretty big margin.

Uh. Well, I guess it's as good of a time as any to honor the blog profile picture either way, isn't it?

CAN YOU FUCK AMY ROSE?

Well, as always, we should go to the earliest possible source of information. Not the most popular, the first. This is equal parts trying to figure out whether or not you can fuck a Sonic character and going through their strange and rocky age history.

For once in this god forsaken divine punishment that is doing research on matters related to the Sonic The Hedgehog franchise, the starting point is quite simple. The Japanese manual for Sonic CD!

Here, her age is listed as 8. This manual actually holds a good amount of weight, as Amy's penchant for belief in the divine starts here, with mentions of tarot cards and believing that her meeting with Sonic was fate. Though, something I find worth noting is that at this point, the way their relationship was portrayed was far from mutual, more akin to a young girl idolizing someone way out of her age range, who also just isn't interested in romance in the slightest.

Though, it's a bit odd that Sonic wouldn't be a bit more icked out by an 8 year old girl hitting on him if he's 15/16 in the classic series. But, let's remember that this age for him hadn't been confirmed until Sonic Jam, only really ever mentioned in SATAM, which holds no bearing on discussions of canon.

... But, of course, we've already hit a snag.

Tails is also listed as 8, in the Japanese manual for Sonic 2.

This, of course, makes complete sense for him, moreso than Amy. Tails is absolutely a child. A child prodigy, but a child nonetheless. An orphan too, presumably! So he has a good reason to latch on to Sonic, other than just admiration.

... But, uh. They can't both be 8.

Excuse the tiny image, but this provides a good height comparison between the 3. Amy's sprite is taken from Sonic Origins Plus. As you can clearly see, she's definitely shorter than sonic, but also absolutely taller than Tails. So, what gives?

I wish I could tell you. It seems like the two teams at the U.S and Japan had similar ideas that they took in entirely different directions, and so the team that made Sonic CD probably didn't have any frame of reference for what an 8 year old would look and act like in the Sonic series, whereas the team at USA ended up creating the character that would become the gold standard for children in the series.

Oh, and yes, I made sure to check, Amy in Sonic CD and in Sonic Origins are the exact same height. Different sprites, but same height.

So, while the concept of Amy being at least a bit younger than Sonic and thus having an inherently imbalanced relationship with him is definitely present here, I don't know if the exact number of 8 holds too much weight, specially considering the presumable lack of communication between the two teams.

Not getting into the comics. Specially because they kept yanking readers' dicks with Sonamy vs Sonally for cheap drama way more often than they ever should have.

So, what's the next source we can l-

... No. NO.

Sigh. Fine. I always have to at least give this horrible thing a passing mention.

Let's just get it over with and look at what it says for Amy.

For once... I'd actually be willing to give this one the benefit of the doubt. She's older than her age listed in the Sonic CD manual!

But, of course, like everything else in this manual, it's total bogus. As I've said many times, none of this is in the Japanese manual, for one; secondly, I could somewhat buy this for Adventure 1, but between that game happening, SA2 happening, and Heroes? Nah, there's no way. Specially considering how much more obsessed she is with Sonic in this game. Mostly due to bad writing, but still.

And, thirdly, our good ol buddy Tails again.

He's still 8. The age he had listed in the Classic era. So, somehow, he's impervious to the inevitable forward movement of time? Sure dude. Whatever.

Oh, and the age from this manual was the one Sonic Channel listed for years and which people took as fact and used to maul anyone who shipped Sonamy due to what to an observant without enough context would seem like a really really bad age gap.

So, both of her listings have some pretty considerable contradictions, mostly because of Tails, and lack of communication between people working on the series in Japan and the U.S. Meaning that... Neither of them are reliable.

So, what does that leave us with? Well...

I'll make this very very clear; I do not personally subscribe to Sonamy. I don't find it very interesting and I feel like doing it where canon stands right now is kind of antithetical to the direction of Amy's arc and what they've established for both of them. I'm not saying it can't work, I just think you need to put in some fanfic legwork to make it feel earned and genuine. And really, I don't think you could find something that convinces me, specially since I'm only rly a Sonadow believer because of how the whole commitment and romance thing isn't an issue there since they flow together so well.

But, I'll be the first to admit that, whether you like it or not, it's still teased every so often, specially nowadays.

Which... Would be weird if she was still like. Young. You know? It really only feels like it makes sense if she's the same age as Sonic, maybe only a smidge younger. Specially because it's not like she's trying to get over it and discard her feelings entirely, no, she's made moves on him as recently as Tailstube, and there's even been statements from writers about the fact that they've casually dated before but never really got anywhere, which the post will be edited to include once I have access to a computer.

So, what does this mean for Amy?

Well, she has to be in a similar age range to Sonic, otherwise this would all be REALLY weird in a way both the writers and Amy herself wouldn't be able to ignore. Which means we have to ask if Sonic is fuckable. Which, we indeed absolutely have. And so, what works for the blue, works for the pink as well. Which means...

You can, most likely, fuck Amy Rose.

... Just don't drag her Classic design into this. That's still totally a kid. I see you, you creeps in the e621 Sonic tag. Shame on you.

[naninadz]

update for PGB, I think from now on I will be more private about the story and characters in detail for the meantime as I (slowly) work on it.  Things change, and I don't want to keep putting out things only for them publicly to be different entirely therefore making misleading information.

Just know, I have a direction I'm finally happy with, and I cant wait to share it with you guys!  

Some information I will give out for now

- It’ll be in a pixel art/sprite style web comic, with potentially animated pages

- I don’t have a time frame.  This is something personal to me and I want to take my time with it, although ADHD + perfectionism makes it on hard mode that’s for sure.  

- It’s genre if you couldn’t tell right now, is Supernatural(Paranormal Focused) Horror. There will be gore, body horror and mild nudity present so the main age demographic is for young adults like me. I want it to be a fun, yet dark ride of a story! 

- Yes, most of the characters will be Lesbians lol, but Romance is not the focus of this story at all.

- Mostly feeding me, myself and I with this one. (yes, that is the Logo, something yet fun I think!)

[its-just-hyper]

Man, today I want to rant about cringe culture. Im not gonna cover the points about children and neurodivergent people, those have been covered a million times already.

First of all, I want to preface this by saying I have always, ALWAYS been a very “cringey” person. My dynamic in all my relationships for as long as I can remember has been that I’m the “comic relief somewhat pathetic one�� and that is self inflicted. My own mother told me that I was so obsessed with undertale that she “didn’t like talking to [me] and regrets not getting [me] tested for autism.”

I’ve been in countless cringe fandoms, including but not limited to mlp, fanfic/fandom culture, mha, animation memes, Henry stickmin, minecraft, Pokémon, the furry fandom, cosplay, sanders sides, dream smp, batim, Aphmau, and MANY others. Undertale has always been the really big thing for me, but recently fnaf has been the thing for me. Because of cringe culture, I hate myself for enjoying things. In order to talk about my interests, self deprecating ironic humor was super common from me.

This humor evolved from irony, to self deprivation, to despising myself for enjoying things considered “cringe” (example is Undertale, but many other things, too), all the way to feeling so much shame for liking anything at all that I distance myself from everything.

Genuinely, I had a meltdown because I like hollow knight. That isn’t even a “cringe” comunity!! It’s one of the chillest out there!!! And because I “like it too much” I made myself feel like shit preemptively.

This next section is a specific example, and this is a really difficult thing for me to admit candidly because of what I’ve already said.

I am in the gacha fnaf community. It’s something I enjoy, and I enjoy it separately from how i enjoy fnaf. SEPARATE FANDOMS, PEOPLE!! (Same with undertale and undertale aus, one is significantly less socially acceptable, and people leave it out of discussions in the other context, but not the other way around.)

I stumbled across a video by a large mainstream gachatuber focusing on and making fun of “gacha fnaf cringe”. All the clips shown were people self-insert shipping themselves with various aftons or animatronics. The only clip that wasn’t that formula, was a strange video about Ennard abusing Michael Afton. They didn’t even appear to be shipped together, it was just Mike getting beat up. Idk man.

After each clip, the YouTuber would say a snarky quip and move on, but the big thing that got to me was that they had never played fnaf, and had avoided it to the point that, on their entire time on the internet, never saw the purple guy sprite.

When someone made William a brunet man with glasses, the joke was about how “I did some research, and apparently William is just a purple blob. That’s not very close to the canon design, huh?”. When William was purple, the joke was about how “the designs are all so inconsistent in the whole community.”

This person but absolutely zero effort into research. At first that baffled me, but then I realized that it’s always true.

Have you ever met someone anti furry who’s given an accurate definition of what a furry even is? Probably not. Has anyone ever added any genuine commentary to a single cringe compilation, other than “wow that’s cringe, kys”??? Probably fucking not.

There are issues within the fnaf gacha community that (if any effort was used) they could have talked about, and had an insightful video. For example, plagiarism is rampant, and shipping in a fandom related to fnaf is inherently…. a very tricky subject, if you will.

Were either of those discussed? Nope. Just comments on how weird it is that William’s been called daddy in the fnaf games before. “Maybe that’s where they got these gross aus from” ((the alias is literally referring to William’s young daughter’s dialogue))

After seeing that bafflingly ignorant video, I went to their channel to see what other stuff they make. Many of the videos were along the lines of “reacting to [thing that is cringe] except I ROAST them!”.

It is truly so, so disgusting that cringe culture isn’t dead. Genuinely. I genuinely think it is the laziest form of content. It’s mean, and pathetic and honestly, what’s the point of it?

It’s not funny, it’s not insightful, it’s not kind, it’s just mean and quick.

Who do you think you’re helping?

[letsbenditlikebennett]

TIMING: Some time after Alex got ouched by that hunter and before Rhett kidnapped Ariadne in his van. (Rude of him tbh :/ ) PARTIES: @ariadnewhitlock & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Ariadne comes over to the cabin with snacks and to keep Alex company. They watch Daisy Jones & the Six. CONTENT: Just a sweet lil thread.

In hindsight, it seemed painfully obvious that Alex wouldn’t get a normal birthday party like every other young twenty-something who didn’t moonlight as a lupine monster three nights a month. If anything, the birthday plans only made it more difficult in the aftermath of her run-in with the hunter. There wasn’t really a super chill way to say ‘hey, sorry! I have to cancel that party because I was attacked by a hunter and have to recover’ to all her friends. At least the ones in the know could get a partial version of the truth, but for the others the vague excuse of a medical emergency had to do. Even then, it may not have been a good enough excuse. At least not for someone as sweet as Ariadne who thought she deserved some company and snacks in the wake of her medical emergency. What had she even told Ariadne? Power tool accident? Maybe it’d be best to just not mention even if the limp in her step made the fact there was an ordeal fairly obvious. 

It wasn’t like she could just yell out when she heard Ariadne’s footsteps approaching like she had with Cass. The whole super-hearing thing would be creepy without that context… or a dead giveaway. So Alex waited patiently for the knock on her door before moving away from her spot on the couch to open it. “Hey,” she greeted with a smile that she hoped didn’t look as pained as her body felt. 

“Welcome to la maison de Bennett,” she joked, “It’s small, but we’ve got a smart TV and a Hulu/Disney Plus bundle subscription. Come in, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything to drink? Once I sit back down on the couch, I’ll be pretty stationary for a while.” 

—

She was thoroughly done with her friends getting kidnapped or injured. Or having medical emergencies, which was what had happened to Alex. Ariadne didn’t know enough about medical things to help her in any real way, and so offering to be company and give snacks was the best she could manage.

Thankfully, Alex was more than accepting of what Ariadne’d had to offer, and so there was at least that worry off her chest (though admittedly, she felt selfish for even somewhat having had anxiety about anything when her friend had just had some sort of real actual emergency).

“Hey.” She offered her friend a gentle smile.

“It’s your home, I don’t care about the size.” Ariadne offered, “all I mean is, I’m here for you, not your stuff. I can get myself stuff to drink, if you want. But if you have a soda, I’ll take that. Or go get that for myself. Can I get you anything?”

—

“Of course you don’t,” Alex laughed as if it should have been obvious because shouldn’t it have been? Ariadne was never judgmental and was continually kind to everyone she met. It was something she admired about her friend even if she wished Aria stuck up for herself a little bit more. The block button was a friend, too, and she’d remind Aria of that if anyone dared to give her a hard time. “Not sure why I gave you of all people the disclaimer. We have our only judge people for being mean thing which I think is a good motto.” 

Given she wasn’t speaking to Andy and she was doing her damnedest to push Kaden away, the werewolf found she was particularly lonely whenever Cass wasn’t there. Alex found it a bit easier to relax into her spot on the couch knowing that Ariadne was there and she’d have some reprieve from her own thoughts which had grown far too loud for her liking. 

“We have plenty of soda in the fridge,” Alex exclaimed, “There’s Coke, root beer, creme soda, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, sparkling water, Baja Blast… you can grab whatever. I’ll take a Coke if you don’t mind grabbing me one while you’re in there.” 

She hated not being able to be a better host, but deep down, Alex knew that her friend didn’t mind grabbing her own drink or about hosting duties that the werewolf wasn’t able to perform. Aria was there just to be there. “I downloaded all of Daisy Jones and the Six off Amazon Prime,” she told her friend with a smile and patted the sea next to her on the couch, “Have you seen it? It’s totally fictional, but it’s like loosely based on the story of Fleetwood Mac so I thought you might enjoy it.” 

—

“I just – I don’t want you to think I’m going to go around judging you and stuff is all.” Not that Ariadne though Alex would automatically assume that, but it was better to just play it safe from the get-go, so as to limit the likelihood of things being misconstrued. Or maybe that was just the anxiety talking. That much of her anxiety had been around even before she died, so even if she wanted to blame it on becoming a monster, she couldn’t. “I think that’s a super duper good motto, yeah.”

She offered her friend a small shrug. “It’s nice to be here.” Which she’d probably already said and probably didn’t need repeating, but she wanted to highlight this. How good being around Alex felt.

“Dr. Pepper’s a win for me, always. Of course, I might put some ice in a glass if you’d like that? Make it… well, I don’t know if that counts as fancy, but you get what I mean. I hope.” Ariadne let out a halfway sort of a laugh, feeling awkward for a moment, if only because this was time for Alex, and not time for Ariadne to be taking up excessive space or making a total fool of herself.

“I actually have,” she buried her face in her hands for a moment, “but it’s super good and I’ve been meaning for a rewatch. Camila in it is so dreamy. I mean, to be fair, they all are, but…”

—

“I don't,” Alex assured. Surprisingly enough, she found that she meant it, too. Not once since she had met Ariadne had the werewolf ever felt judged and this moment was no different. Given, her friend didn't know everything there was to know about her and may have ran the other way if she knew she was a werewolf, but maybe she wouldn't. She seemed pretty big on the not judging people thing. ”It is,“ she smiled.

“I mean, she's a doctor,” Alex  joked, ”How could she not win? We love a well-educated... soft drink?“ She laughed a bit at how ridiculous her own joke was and gently smoothed over Puppyeye's fur as she stirred in her sleep. ”If you get out a couple of the wine glasses my cousin bought, I think it totally counts as fancy. I think there's actual glasses now, too... apparently everything isn't meant to be drank out of coffee mugs. Who knew?“

She knew, but they'd always been tight on money, so excess containers to hold their beverages seemed a little bit silly. Alex guessed that wasn't really the case anymore, but part of her still enjoyed her coffee mugs best. 

Alex kept her face from falling when Aria mentioned that she'd seen the show. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised since Aria had been the one to introduce her to Fleetwood Mac in the first place, but she found herself grinning when her friend seemed happy to rewatch. 

“A rewatch it is then,” she exclaimed, “With a super dreamy cast at that.” She nudged some blankets towards where Ariadne would be sitting and waiting for her friend to join in the spot beside her. “Did you read the book, too?” She knew the answer was probably yes, but it'd be nice to know how much the show followed the book. 

—

“Well, I’m glad you don’t.” She was, really. Exceptionally so, Ariadne found herself thinking. Alex was nice and cool and kind, and it was through pure luck that the two of them had met, and she was grateful for that, even if the fact that Alex wasn’t feeling well made her feel a bit (or more than a bit) down.

“Pretty impressive for a soft drink, yeah. I don’t know if any of the other ones have degrees, but I also don’t want to be rude and assume one way or the other.” Ariadne watched the dog twitch in her sleep. “Um – I – Puppyeye might be happier elsewhere? If – if that’s okay.” So that Ariadne didn’t ruin everything because of what she was, and because animals could tell that she was bad. “Coffee mugs are perfect, though, but fancy wine glasses sounds like a fun way to have soda, yeah!” She nodded, enthusiastically. “Also like, you can eat ice cream out of coffee mugs too, so they’re multi-use and get to have fun pictures on them, sometimes.”

Another nod. “Yes! It’ll be just as good as watching it for the first time, though. Because you’re totally right, the cast are all wildly dreamy. Do you have a favorite? Like, dreamiest one? I – only if you wanna share.” Ariadne wasn’t sure if that was too weird to ask, but she’d asked it already and so, she supposed, there was no real turning back now. “I did – well, I listened to it on audiobook, which was such a good way to read it.”

—

“I think it’s safe to say they’d throw doctor in the name if they were doctors,” Alex replied playfully, “That’d be a major marketing bag fumble if they weren’t throwing that in the name. So Dr. Pepper is clearly the genius of soft drinks. And delicious, which is the most important thing.” She heard a soft whimper in her head and saw Puppyeye twitching in her sleep. When Aria spoke, something clicked as she remembered her friend didn’t do too well around pets… and didn’t have a discernible heartbeat. “Oh, right,” she nodded and carefully lifted herself from the couch. 

“Here girl,” Alex lightly patted against her good leg for the puppy to follow to their room. Once the puppy was cozy in her bed, she shut the door quietly and made her way slowly back out to the living room, trying not to grimace with each step. She called out from the hallway, “Wine glasses it is.” 

She made an effort to not look towards the kitchen as she positioned herself back on the couch. While Alex has her suspicions about what Aria might be, she wasn’t sure she was ready to dive into the whole story of what happened with the hunter. She was tired of explaining… and mostly just tired. Soda and snacks and Daisy Jones sounded better than any of that. 

“We love a dreamy cast,” Alex smirked as Aria joined her on the couch, “I think we’re set up for the perfect afternoon of watching a whole season of a show. We’ve got soft drinks, candy, salty snacks… I can probably convince my cousin to bring home a pizza later.” She found herself cozying into the blankets as she pressed play and let herself be taken away by the story on the screen with the quiet and comforting presence of a good friend next to her. It was exactly the kind of afternoon she needed and she felt lucky to have a friend like Ariadne to spend it with. 

[clockworkowl]

Ace x Family: Mission P1: part 2-1: the trial begins

When last we paused Miles had just learned that his dramatic Matlock impression earned him the position of Defense counsel for the very real class trial, because this elite school feels it’s perfectly reasonable for a grade-schooler’s burden to consist of saving their classmates from expulsion. (Sorry no accessibility text descriptions yet, but whenever I have enough new pages to do the update to A03 they will be there)

~Reminder: These follow the standard manga format with right to left reading direction instead of the American comic book left to right

Apparently it’s been just shy of a year since I posted the any pages of this so now I feel a little guilty and I shall never grouse at half abandoned works on A03 again. I’m not sure what is more to blame: that all of my brain cells have devoted themselves to considering the enigma that is Majima Goro and his slightly smirking soul mate; that I chose to essentially do a case fic trial with the kids which means so much dialogue heavy exchanges to try to make interesting and no fun Barok & Ryuu spy/assassin fun; or that it’s just slow going because the drawing part has never been my strong suit because I get all hung up on how I’m not consistent and have to make little line drawing templates for myself to reuse or use as a guide to make anyone come out vaguely correct unless I want to spend a billion years (and I still want to spend a billion years because I focus on all the stuff that’s not quite right) but the whole reason I kind of talked myself into doing this as a manga instead of just wrangling it into prose (well, let’s be honest, prose wasn’t going to happen probably because I can’t seem to be arsed to write prose anymore, but at least into a written form, most likely just resembling a script) was that I wanted to practice drawing and manga layouts in hopes of getting me to actually work on Teddy Roosevelt’s A Team (which is the thing I started and have giant full arcs of plotting and scripting done for that’s been just sitting for like 13 years now, and still haven’t come up with an actual title for just the stupid working title. I’m hopeless.) My downfall it seems was cross publishing to A03 with the full accessibility captions like a proper thing people might look at instead of into the void of tumblr and then just being pleased whenever I’d get the odd random like. So maybe I’ll just randomly post every time I finish a few pages and only care for A03 when I happen to hit enough done ones to be a big enough update. I’m still determined to finish the episode.

One of these days I’m going to figure Gumshoe out, since I had no reference material for what he should look like young I figured the one out, but it feels like every time I need to have him in a different angle and try to use Gumshoe sprite facial expressions for reference I end up too close to adult facial structure. How did I ever make it through art school in an animation track and yet feel so devoid of basic drawing skills?

[thearchivistsjournal]

Day 315,

The nature sprite’s scratchings on the wax tablet are a musical notation!  Of the hunting rhythm.  I had to stop myself from tapping out or humming too much of it lest it get stuck in my mind once more.

I suppose the nature sprite did read that entry after all.  This might be the most direct response to one of my communication attempts that it’s made.  Also, as I write this it occurs to me that if it does read all my journal entries (or even just the ones I make while not in the Village proper), it likely knows me better than anyone.  

That’s… unnerving.

*******

Not much of note at the house today after that epiphany with the rhythm.  That’s fine with me.  I enjoyed the slow day.  I actually found myself hesitant to leave in the evening.  Maybe next week I’ll cancel plans for the telling at the inn to spend dinner with Maiko again.  I miss doing that.

I did transcribe the rhythm to something more permanent than the wax tablet though.  Both in the event that I find myself needing it and because the fact that the nature sprites have a written system of musical notation is fascinating.  In retrospect, I should have asked the others if the Village has something for that.  Maybe the nature sprite is simply using the same system.  It can apparently read our language afterall.  (“Our” language feels a little weird to say with the whole outsider translation bit, but I suppose it’s basically accurate.)

Anyway, once I got to the inn, Cass, Lin, and Vernon were all there waiting for me.  We went through the young ritual of dinner, being asked about a telling and then giving one.  I’m pretty sure most of the other patrons - and almost certainly the innkeeper - have figured out by now that these tellings aren’t being requested, but everyone seems to be enjoying them all the same.

All in all it was a nice enough night for the most part, but despite the conversation remaining friendly and focused on lighter topics, it came away with the impression that there was some underlying tension going on between Lin and Vernon.  When I mentioned it to Cass she told me that Vernon had offered his services as a mediator to Lin for talking to Maiko and Lin hadn’t taken the suggestion well.  Not sure if it was because anything regarding Maiko is a touchy subject right now for her or if she was insulted by the unasked for butting in of a third party in mending their relationship.  Or she doesn’t want to patch things up with Maiko, but I refuse to acknowledge that as a legitimate possibility.

I should really probably talk to her about it sooner rather than later.

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[zongzhii]

just saw some passenger slander on reddit and man...

to be fair, it’s true that he did the whole “I infected myself because I got angry” thing but the best part abt his character is that he regrets the shit he did when he was young and stupid 22 years ago... The whole schtick in AWAITD was that he was a blooming prodigy, fallen from grace (so sexy of him) and damned to meet his end by oripathy. Passenger (operator) is so great because of that contrast, in 22 years he’s no longer the “Elliot Grover” of the past, abandoning everything down to his very nationality

Rather than loving him because of a meme I really liked him after I saw all the edgy sprites of Elliot, and I was like “damn what happened to this kid?” Cuz compared to most other ops I’m not sure if we’ve really had an op that’s just so... empty, after everything. Someone once described Passenger as the doctor’s yes-man and I think that’s a great description because to be fair, that’s basically all he is after joining Rhodes. He doesn’t have any great goals for his life, and he’s already finished his revenge, but rather than feeling satisfied all he feels is a cold, empty regret. Compared to other tragic ops like Phantom or Eben, Passenger is so empty he’s almost inhuman. I mean, even Mlynar has his nieces and Toland to care about, meanwhile Passenger has no meaningful relationships with anyone left. The Lone Soldier he is, he only has himself, all the lingering regrets and hatred, he associates with not only Sargon, but himself. 

[vampstel]

Vent under cut. Be warned. Promise there’s some sunshine at the end of this though lol

I’ve been trying my best to stop being hard on myself but it’s difficult. My perfectionism is gone but my ADHD sure isn’t.

The thought that other people can work perfectly fine [even when they don’t want to] while I struggle to work [even when I want to] makes me upset. I’ve accepted that that’s just a part of who I am and to simply let it pass but nowadays I can’t help but beat myself up for it.

Like I want to have a consistent upload schedule. I want to draw this, I want to draw that, I want to make a video on this, then a video on that, and the list keeps going on and on. Being able to work consistently seems impossible to me...

I think the one thing that frustrates me the most is how I work a lot but also accomplish nothing at the same time. I am drained by basic tasks and can only do little by little every day and to me, that’s not enough.

But slowly, I’m starting to be proud of myself for it. It’s still an absolute pain to struggle with executive dysfunction and such but reminding myself that “hey, at least I’m trying and that’s what matters” makes me feel better.

Also, I’m still 17. That is young. I don’t know why but a lot of people (myself included, obviously) think they should have their life together as soon as they hit 18 and it’s ridiculous. That’s not how that works.

I’m still a minor for crying out loud. I really shouldn’t be stressing over work and all that lol. Actually, I’ve taken a break from Twitter because of this and due to other reasons.

I’ve also been doing what I want to without forcing myself to work. I mean, I still work… I still actively try to finish my character sprites but I don’t go out of my way to make it the main goal of my day. I’m slowly getting to the finish line and that’s cool!

I can’t deny I’m very nervous about coming back to YouTube though. Dunno why but I’ve been more self conscious about my work. I don’t have high standards for myself anymore but I just *FEEL* like my content is lacking something... I also have no clue what video to do first. Nothing’s really made me feel passionate. Minus my OCs. So that might be the cause for that lacking feeling.

Dunno if I'm making sense here but yeah. I swear every time I go on hiatus I feel like I’m going through a path of self-discovery LOL I like it though, it’s nice.

Anyway moral of the story: don’t beat yourself up if you have ADHD. Now that that’s off my chest, back to posting silly shit :3c

[calenheart01]

Wings by R + F

Chapter 5

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I startle myself awake with a cough, a thick cloud of smoke floats into the air above me, the sky is dark now; no clue as to when the sun disappeared behind the horizon. Specks of sand litter my skin, river grass sticks to my face. I breathe deeply, my lungs welcoming the fresh air as the fog in my mind clears, I can feel the warmth from what I assume is a campfire as I regain feeling of my body. Groaning I push myself up on unsteady arms, a body in the shadows has me on edge as I try to get up faster, the ground spins slightly and I feel sick.

“Calm yourself…It’s just me.” The voice is light and familiar but it isn’t until she shifts into the light that I recognize who it is.

My entire body relaxes as I lean myself back to sit against a boulder nearby. She leans forward, it’d been a while since I last saw my sister, I almost forgot how yellow her eyes are. Her hair’s longer now, down past her lower back even braided like it is, and it’s darker almost pitch black. Her braid bunches at her neck as she leans towards me.

“How long have I been out?” I question and her eyes dart away before looking up the sky.

The twin moons move by slowly as I wait for her answer.

“Roughly 12 hours, I saw you and that girl go overboard yesterday, but it took me forever to find you out here. It’s a little past midnight I think.” She points a stick into the fire to make it burn brighter before she points the burnt end at my hand. “You’ve got a little something in your hand by the way...”

I glance down at my clenched fist; I hadn’t realized I was still holding anything. My fingers relax, slowly sliding open and stretching from their stiff position, in the center of my palm is what appears to be a water sprite. The poor thing is curled into itself shivering, it’s face is pale and holds the tiniest of tear streaks, its wings are small and bent out of shape as it finally turns its head enough to see me. I hear it squeak in fear as it pushes into the pads of my fingers. My right hand shakes as I bring it up beside the other so it doesn’t fall, I take in more details as it calms itself, but I only notice how badly I bent the wing as it peers over the tips of my fingers.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” The fairy stares at me before nodding hesitantly.

The fire crackles loudly, as if to remind us of the cold beyond its light, and simultaneously the two of us shiver. Shuffling closer I rest the back on my hand on my thigh and the fairy shuffles to the edge of my fingers to warm its hands.

“That must hurt, huh? I do so apologize; I had no intention of grabbing you in the chaos.” The Fairy stares at me cautiously with bright yellow eyes, while I gaze at the dancing amber haze of the fire.

I lose my senses for a moment, the fairies mouth moves but I can’t hear anything, I barely see it past the ghostly memory of the ships wood. Splattered with the fresh blood of the one called Valerie, her wide fearful eyes pleading for mercy, I can still feel the cold leather of the handle in my palm. The man’s hateful words still ring in my mind, my body feels numb, overwhelmed as the images keep appearing.

“Jae?” My name is said with caution but it still has me jumping, fleeing from the sudden warmth of the hand on my shoulder.

“What? …Oh sorry.” I shake my head slightly as I glance down at my palm.

The small sprite stands hesitantly, looking at me cautiously as they look for a way out. “I will not keep you against your will, but at least let me fix your wing.” They nod and slowly turn their wings to me; I had learned this trick from my new mother when I was young.

Feeling the magic rise to life in my veins, I have to focus to separate the will of water from that of the raw power and finally; it pulls through. The magic seeps through the tips of my fingers pure in its almost white light as it reaches over their wings, mending it without issue. I let it fade and as soon as it’s gone the sprite sighs in relief.

“Oh, thank you! I thought I’d never fly again!” The sprite turns away, ready to take off before  stopping as they turn back quickly, hand outstretched.

They’re hand is only the size of my pointer finger, I fear crushing it at the slightest pressure, but I accept their offering none the less. As soon as we release each other they turn back towards the woods.

“my name’s Dewy, and I’m sorry for what we did to you.” They hop off my lowered hand, taking flight as they do and start their journey into the woods, little mushrooms lighting up as they pass.

I return my attention to the fire, my sister staring at me over the raging flames, her eyes are sharp and calculating as she sharpens her blade again.

“Ashae…I…” My voice begins to break as the events of the morning before come rushing back to me.

“You don’t have to say it…I know.” She pulls our Father’s Lucky charm from inside her shirt, rubbing the blue metal gently before returning it to its place. “The kingdom isn’t safe anymore…since the two of you disappeared there’s been soldiers roaming through the streets, they’ll stop at nothing to get the princess.”

“Where will we go? Where will she go?” The fire is slowly dying down as I stand in a panic, pacing back and forth, scuffing the sand as I do so. “Gods! I’m such a screw up…all I had to do was call for help, but no I had to play hero, now the entire kingdom rests on a princess who’s lost in the woods! Father’s gone and Mother is who knows where.!” I plop back down, the sand beneath me squishing as I drag my feet up to my chest.

The tears I hadn’t realized started falling are cold against my heated skin, my sister moves over to sit awkwardly by my side, it was her attempt at comforting me.

“We definitely can’t stay here. The closest town is through the woods, so if we’re going to make it there before the last ship leaves, we need to get moving. We might be able to find your princess there. Maybe we can ask your Fairy for help, she might know a quicker way through.” She moves quickly to gather her supplies and put out the fire.

When she’s finished, we rush to catch up to the fairy. Calling out frantically as the mushroom path starts to disappear. The path is gone before we even reach the forest line and we slow down to a walk as any sign of them is gone.

“He walks really fast for his size.” Ash comments exasperatedly.

It’s almost impossible to see anything now, as if the world darkened to further dampen our hope, like it’s trying to pull us into the depths of defeat. I won’t stand for it.

“DEWY! I NEED YOU! Please…” It’s a shout breaking out from my throat, jumping forth with a power I forgot I had, my voices cracks at the end as the woods remain silent.

A white mushroom lights up in the center of a path we hadn’t been able to see, standing atop it is none other than Dewy, his wings now glowing white as well as he waves us over. A sigh of relief escapes my lips. Walking over quickly we stand in front of them, hoping he’ll help.

“We thought you were gone…”

My sister interrupts me, her impatience getting the better of her. “We need your help, can you direct us though the woods to the other side, we need to get to the next town’s ship port so we can get out of here.”

My head snaps towards her quickly. “What about the princess, Ash?”

Ash takes both my hands in hers as she bends slightly to look me in the eye. “It would have happened with or without you, but you can’t save her if your dead too, we have to get supplies and go.”

“No, we’ll get supplies but I’m not leaving her behind, this is my fault. She could be safe right now if I had just stopped to call for help.” Dewy flies up onto my shoulder.

“I can get you almost all the way through, but the spirit woods are off limits to fae kind, so I’m afraid you’ll have to find your way from there.” This is it, the next step into our journey to take back our kingdom, I just wish I had known how much we’d lose along the way.

[pokemoncreepypasta]

Blue Tears

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“Pardon me, Sir. How much do you want for this?”

“S’free, take it.”

“What? Are you sure? I can pay you f—-”

“I said you can take it! Now get out of here!”

The above was a brief exchange of words between a very edgy young man, possibly in his late twenties, and myself at a yard sale I happened by. I always find the most interesting things at yard sales and flea markets. I’m normally there for books, but I’ll occasionally happen across something else that I find worth my time.

I didn’t find any books this time around; the entire sale seemed to be comprised of children’s toys, clothes for both little boys and little girls, as well as some items I’d expect a young married woman to use. Silken night clothes, stacks of cheesy romance novels that I had no interest in (I can’t read pure romance, I need something like murder or mystery to make it interesting), jewelry, as well as several cases of makeup, most of which appeared to be half used.

I found the used makeup to be in bad taste. If you no longer had a use for it, throw it away. Don’t try to peddle what’s touched your face to other people… it’s disgusting. I kept these thoughts to myself, however, as the man running the small junk sale seemed far from stable.

As I was about to leave, something blue peeking out from underneath a small, grey plush caught my eye. Colors always catch my attention, especially blue, so I lifted the plush to examine it. To my surprise, it was a Pokémon Blue game. Not that I had been looking for one, but I felt like experiencing a little nostalgia… even though the first generation of games wasn’t my favorite, it reflects back to a much simpler time in my life.

The cartridge had the word "Tears" written neatly in black across the image of the Blastoise. I assumed it was a nickname of some sort, perhaps the previous owner of the game cried a lot. It was within a bunch of child things, perhaps they were young enough to be labeled a "crybaby" by others and "Tears" was just a nicer name… I’m not sure. Anyway, I got the game for free, but I left a dollar on the table just so I’d feel better for taking it.

When I got home, I inserted the game in my SP and turned it on. The sound at the start up screen was greatly distorted… it sort of fluctuated from being several tones lower than normal to being nothing more than a low rumble. It was… unsettling to say the least. Naturally, I assumed the game was faulty, but I thought I’d play through until something froze up on me.

The previous owner, this "Tears" person, still had a game on file (as would be expected with a used game) but no information about playtime, character name, or anything else of that sort was displayed when that option was highlighted. Curious, I chose the previously started game, just to see where they were with everything. A child was bound to have an interesting game with creative names… Insight into the innocent mindset that was slowly becoming rarer with each passing year…

Upon choosing the previously saved game, I was met with a black screen and silence. I felt disappointed; the game seemed to already have messed up on me. I was just about to turn it off when a dialogue box popped up.

I began to read, but the text was moving painstakingly slow.

".........."

"I’ve been robbed of everything…"

"My title as champion…"

"My grandfather’s respect…"

"… Even my Pokémon are dead because of you…"

"… I won’t stand for this…"

"I will come to find you."

I was confused… who was speaking? Who were they speaking to? My heart rate had picked up out of what I assumed was fear… it had been a while, but I knew this wasn’t normal… but curiosity continued to keep me locked onto the game.

As the black screen faded away, the music belonging to the inside of the Pokémon Tower began playing perfectly… the sound obviously wasn’t as broken as it appeared to be at the beginning.

The scene revealed when the black faded was that of the appropriate area, the Pokémon Tower. The not-so-familiar-to-me sprite of your in-game rival, Blue, was standing in front of one of the many graves inside the tower. He stayed there for several minutes, the disturbing music continuing to play throughout his silence, before he finally said something.

“This ends today… for the both of us.”

With that, he left the tower, my screen followed him. As he stood outside the tower, the music did not change to Lavender Town’s normal depressing music… rather, the haunting tune from inside the graveyard continued to play through on a loop… as much as I wanted to turn down the music, I couldn’t bring myself to do so.

I couldn’t move the character after that. I couldn’t tell if it was another assumed glitch of the clearly hacked game, or if it was hesitation on the character's part.

After another minute, he finally spoke again.

“… Fly…” Even though there was no voice connected to the character in the game, with the speed in which the text moved, there was an almost obvious feel of depression about him.

I opened the start menu and checked Blue’s party. All he had was a Pidgeot which had no level…

I checked its stats, the only move it knew was the requested action of "Fly," and all its stats (except for health) were at zero. Odd as I found this, I didn’t question it and chose to fly.

When the map opened up, it was black save for one small square that was marked "Mt. Silver"… I knew this was impossible. Mt. Silver was in Johto which had yet to be introduced in the original Pokémon games…

Regardless, it was my only destination, so I chose it.

The typical animation of the trainer sprite turning into the bird sprite and flying off took place and, sure enough, I landed in front of the cave entrance to Mt. Silver.

Rather than having the sprite shift back to Blue’s sprite, his image moved to the left of Pidgeot’s sprite.

They faced each other for a minute before a sound much like that of entering or exiting a room played but in a much higher tone. It sounded as if something had broken.

When Blue spoke yet again,

“Fly away, you’re free…”

I began to assume the noise was the sound of a PokéBall breaking.

The Pidgeot cried out once before doing as its former master commanded and flying away. After his final Pokémon flew away, the haunting music continuing to play, he faced the entrance.

“… I’m coming for you…”

I now had the impression that this was a mission of revenge… and with the way he was speaking, it was a revenge of the darkest sort.

It dawned on me to check the items he had on him. I don’t know why this thought crossed my mind… but given the ongoing circumstances, I felt there would be something there. And there was.

There was only one item in the list, KNIFE, an item that certainly wasn’t programmed into the game under normal circumstances.

When I picked the option to use it just to see what it did, Blue said, “Not yet…”

After that, I was unable to control the character anymore. It was as if he wanted me to get him there and see his single item just to get the gist of what he may be planning, but that was it… the rest was all his own.

Blue stepped into the cave, and as he trekked through the stone maze of the cave, he never encountered any Pokémon, but I could faintly hear distorted cries mixed in with the music… I’m not sure, but I believe they could feel the negative emotions coming off Blue… and they cried out in concern.

Finally, he reached the chamber that harbored Red in the Gold and Silver games.

Blue’s pace slowed a little as he approached his rival, and the music, dark as it was already, lowered considerably making it infinitely darker…

As the two rivals faced each other, Red simply greeted Blue with the silence I had become accustomed to in Pokémon Gold.

However, Blue didn’t take to this very well as he shouted in apparent anger,

“Don’t ignore me like you have everything and everyone else!”

A battle ensued but the normal music didn’t play, the darkened music of the Pokémon Tower continued. By this time, other people were home and were becoming quite annoyed with the volume of my music, so I was forced to put in headphones as I still couldn’t bring myself to actually lower the volume… disturbing as it was, the music had some sort of hold on me.

I stared at the game screen as the battle opened up. Obviously, since Blue had no Pokémon, he never called anything out. Neither did Red.

In the battle option box, the four options of "Fight, PKMN, Item, and Run" weren’t all there; all there was to choose at the moment was "Item" so, obviously, he chose it.

The only item there to use was the one I had mentioned before, the KNIFE. It was quickly selected on its own and went back to the battle scene.

Now, the only battle option available was "Fight."

In the fight menu, Blue only had one attack at his disposal…

MURDER... I couldn’t regain control of the game, there was no option to run, I couldn’t bring myself to turn the game off and end what had quickly become a disturbing experience… the only choice there was to sit there and allow Blue to murder Red.

After selecting the attack, Blue shouted, “This is for everything!” and a typical attack animation much like Tackle played out only, instead of a single strike, Blue attacked repeatedly. The dark music in the background began to pick up its pace and become more high-pitched… it was painful to listen to as it reverberated through my headphones, but I never removed them.

Red’s sprite flickered in and out as he took the damage and, as his health dwindled to zero; a gurgled screeching sound broke through the noise of the music, replacing it only briefly as Red’s sprite faded into something that looked more like a decaying body before fading away completely with the screech.

My heart was pounding, I was beginning to get a throbbing headache, and yet my eyes remained glued to the screen as the remainder of the scene played out. As the music replaced the screen once again, another dialogue box popped up as Blue spoke yet again.

"............................"

"................."

"........."

"See you in hell..."

The battle options box popped up again, "Fight" the only remaining option.

Blue selected it yet again, but instead of "MURDER" the attack option available was "SUICIDE."

There was a moment of hesitation, but Blue finally attacked himself with less fury than he had Red. As his own health fell to zero, a lower gurgled screech replaced the high-pitched Pokémon Tower music, his sprite faded away.

Only when the "decayed" sprite faded in, he wasn’t facing the battlefield…

He faced me.

His screech continued on, growing in volume to the point where the pain it caused equaled that of a migraine... and yet I still kept the headphones in. My eyes locked onto the dead, hollow eyes of Blue as he continued to scream before the screen began to flicker. It was slow at first, but it quickly picked up to a rapid strobe effect. The "scream" grew in volume and pitch one more time before the screen simply cut to black.

I held my breath, my heart pounded so hard against my chest that it hurt. I deeply hoped that it was over but considering the fact that I couldn’t move, or even hear any noise outside of my headphones, I fearfully assumed that it wasn’t… and I was right.

White lettering began slowly typing out across the black screen and, as each word formed, I read,

"I finally got my revenge."

"The life YOU ruined has now faded away."

"But don’t think it’s over yet."

"My suffering has ended, but yours has only begun."

"I’ll be watching your strife with a grin on my face."

"And when it all ends…"

"…"

"I’ll see you in hell…"

Though I had a full battery just a moment ago, the light turned red and the system turned off. My nose began to spill blood for several minutes… and... I… I’ll never be able to describe the terror I felt afterwards… I’ll never be able to describe the terror I still feel…

You see, the very next day on the news, they announced that the very same man I purchased the game from, I won’t release his name, had called the police saying that he had killed his wife three days prior and buried her in the backyard… When they reached his house, they had found him by the phone, dead… he had slit his throat and committed suicide. It was also mentioned that, several weeks ago, his eight-year-old son had murdered their six-year-old son and then killed himself…

I assume that the game had done all this, and I’m next. I don’t know how much longer I have, nor do I know who will die at my hand... but you deserve to know this…

Never play Blue Tears.

[animeangsteng]

At the rescue!

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : At the rescue!

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

Warning: Attempted Rape (and relative trauma), death threat (one), violence

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Ps:

as you may have noticed I’m using a bit of 1st person POV.

Do tell me if you like it or not.

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-That’s enough!- Shouted Sprite, rolling her eyes at me and Druig, just by my side.

The rest of the Eternals turned towards her for her little outburst.

-I’ve got enough of your flirting! Get together and get a room already!- she told us.

-Watch your tongue, young miss- I jokingly told her.

-Very funny- she said, leaving.

As the others moved their attention elsewhere I faced Druig, our noses brushing against each other, and I smiled: -Why didn’t you tell me we were flirting?-.

He giggled: -I didn’t know either, my beautiful, beautiful Eternal-.

-Is this new?- asked Phastos.

As Kingo passed past us he commented: -I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all-.

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Now many questions may arise: was I really flirting with Druig?

I’m not sure, he’s always like that with me but we never really did anything more, anything that would change the status quo of “friends”, unlike Sersi and Ikaris.

They were the most romantic and obvious pairing, really.

The most beautiful and kindest Eternal with the strong Alpha Male.

I suppose you could say I felt a bit intimidated, I kind of feared me and Druig wouldn’t work.

That is if he even liked me in a romantic way to begin with.

-Are you coming, dear?- he asked me.

Hurriedly I nodded and followed him and the rest of the Eternals.

And what an evening was it going to be!

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One thing we must admit is that humans can throw really good parties!

I was in a corner, a bit tired, looking at Druig getting thrown around like a doll between the various Eternals.

Makkari wanted to show him all the humans prepared, Ikaris kept bickering with him and Sprite messed with him.

Looking at that scene my heart warmed.

Oh, how I wished that moment never ended.

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Unfortunately I was called back to reality by a hand.

A hand that belonged to none of my fellow Eternals, too wrinkly.

Another hand, maybe the same, covered my mouth and I began to panic.

I don’t remember much afterwards but I felt hands all over my body.

On my hips, on my chest and even where between my legs.

Scared I tried unsuccessfully to shout, call for help, kick and wiggle away from the grasp that kept me.

None of that worked.

As I felt a knife near my neck I heard a voice intimating to stay still and my body froze.

I couldn’t tell what was happening but, at the moment, it didn’t matter.

I only wanted to get away from that touch I felt on me.

My clothes began to get torn by whoever my attacker was and then, suddenly, everything stopped.

It was as if time itself froze and I let myself fall to the ground.

Familiar arms, that I then discovered to be Druig’s, wrapped me and I gave into that embrace, stopping my struggle.

My mind felt as flowing, my body heavy and then I felt wrinkly hands ghosting over my skin.

-You’re safe- repeated as a mantra Druig as he entered my mind and I surrendered to his power, falling asleep.

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-I’ll kill them all!-

-You can’t, Druig- Ajak’s voice resonated.

-They touched one of us!

-Are you sure this reaction is not because of who that one is?-

You heard Sprite say, as you woke up.

-What happened?- I asked.

The others, reunited there with a dark look, exchanged glances.

Sersi came near me and explained everything, Druig storming away, furious.

As I understood the weight and depth of what had happened I began to cry, tears forming and rolling down my cheeks.

I... had no words and an infinite stream of thoughts running wild in my mind.

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I had no idea how much time had passed but I heard Druig call my name.

I looked at him and I saw his concerned look.

-Are you alright?- he asked.

-I suppose. I’d be worst if you hadn’t helped me.-

-I took care of them. And I’ll take care of you, my beautiful one- he said, gently brushing his hand against my cheek.

-Why?-

-Because I love you- he smiled, leaving me breathless.

-Me too- I replied.

As he neared me, perhaps for a kiss, his image swapped for a second with that of my aggressor and I instinctively moved away.

-Sorry- I soon apologised, trying to kiss him to make up for it.

Druig delicately put a hand on my shoulder: -Don’t worry. I’ll wait for you to heal and be ready. I waited for a long time so it won’t be a problem-.

Hearing that I smiled, relieved.

-We have all the time in the world, my love-