#I've never met a character I'm both so attracted to and have so much in common with

[angelltheninth]

Grumpy Boyfriend Bucky Barnes

Paring: James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, soft for you, protectiveness, grumpy for others, scary privilege

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A/N: This movie brought back my obsession full force.

Grumpy!Bucky always has a scowl on his face even if he's talking to you but those who know him can tell that his voice always softens when he's talking to you or about you

"I don't frown all the time. Only when I need to, which is most of the time. But it's not my fault that everyone keeps pissing me off. And besides, I always have you to make me smile, so I'm not too worried about getting frown wrinkles."

Grumpy!Bucky scares people when he looks at them so you have to remind everyone that he is actually one of the good guys and not there to hurt or kill anyone, it gets really bad at meetings and parties because it creates an empty circle around you

"Better that way no? Least I don't have to look over my shoulder the whole time to watch out for people. They avoid me all on their own. Except for you I guess. You're stuck with me, for live mind you."

Grumpy!Bucky doesn't mind when people tell him that his attitude scares off potential partners, both in romance and in superhero work, he already has a team to belong to, and a really great lover who always makes his days better

"There's no point in trying to please everyone. No one can do that no matter how hard they try. I don't need to attract anyone, I have you don't I? Who more do I need? Well there is my team, I think they're pretty okay with me the way I am."

Grumpy!Bucky isn't easy to fluster even though you try your hardest to, actually some people say it could be an impossible mission, getting the Winter Soldier to blush and or lose his composure in any way

"Care to give it a try? I won't work you know, others have tried. I've been part of honeypot missions before I met you, no one has ever... wait... why would you talk about that in public?! I don't care how good it felt, my friends... teammates are hearing this! Stop!"

Grumpy!Backy only stops frowning when he has something else to do, or he is distracted, for example by a kiss from you, which is one of the only ways to wipe that frown off his face so you resort to that tactic when his scowl gets to be too much for the people around him

"That was a dirty trick. I'm not arguing with its effectiveness, or doubting your strategy, never. Just... maybe try something different when we're in the middle of a serious meeting. Getting kissed like that damages my image. I worked hard to maintain it."

[the--last-great-american-dynasty]

OATHBOUND SPOILERS

I'M NOT KIDDING. I NEED TO GET OUT MY THOUGHTS SO THIS IS SERIOUS SPOILER TERRITORY. READ WITH CAUTION.

yeah, so Oathbound was... insane. and absolutely fucking incredible. Tracy somehow managed to exceed my very high expectations and left me wanting for the fourth book as quick as possible.

for one. literally the prologue made me cry. when Bree woke up without anyone left in her mind??? i was just devastated. i genuinely can't think of a much worse fate than to suddenly just lose the memory of the people you love.

and then suddenly we get a William pov. guys i SCREAMED when I saw we were getting that. William is legitimately one of my favorite characters and a whole fucking pov from him??? i could not have asked for more. i do wish we got more of his pov towards the end, but like, this book is already 640 pages so i get it. him and Lark are such a duo too. they spent basically this entire book together and i loved the conflict between them but also the very clear attraction. "and if Larkin Douglas happens to be the most alluring cambion i've ever met, well, that might just be due to our proximity." William. babe. and when Lark called William sweetheart??? i LOST it.

the Mariah pov took me utterly off guard. i could never have guessed we'd get to see her side but i LOVED it. her and Valec's relationship is the sweetest. Valec clearly cares for her so much and their family is just really sweet in general. i'm still so nervous for Alice and so so sad that she still isn't awake. that's a death that would hurt me. but Mariah honestly pulled through in so many ways this book and it was so good to see more of her. also my girl is POWERFUL. i knew when she put the heart on that some shit would go down, but DAMN. my girl held back Mikael himself. fucking POWERHOUSE.

i wasn't super shocked at the Natasia pov but it was so interesting. it was very interesting to see her as a mother above all else and how much love and guilt she feels towards Sel. she was also... not the personality i was expecting? i guess i thought she'd be more like Sel? i'm not really sure tbh. but i was just WAITING for her to find out that Bree was the real Scion of Arthur and it did not disappoint. i really want her and Faye's relationship to be expanded on. and, of course, more of her with Erebus and Sel.

speaking of Sel... well, i'm actually gonna wait till the end for him

Nick Davis again proved himself to be literally one of the best characters. dude... he's just so good. like he's so smart and so protective and just so so kind and loving the entire time. he's also an impulsive idiot with a savior complex, but it's neither here nor there. i had no idea what his game was for the curia and i fear he played everyone. i was also SO glad William and Lark both stepped up to join him. but my boy is just so impulsive and the thing with the Morgaines was, uh, not his best move, i gotta say. also his power. my god, he is immensely powerful. and it's so interesting to watch it play out. His ability to literally unwind aether is, like, insane. it's so interesting that Lancelot and Arthur had their own oath built in, binding Nick and Bree together even more. speaking of, i had thoroughly missed him and Bree's relationship in Bloodmarked and this book did NOT disappoint. when I realized that Bree and Zoe, Mariah, and Nick were all going to end up at Penumbra, I was on the edge of my fucking seat. i immediately knew that he was the other thief and when he finally realized it was Bree i almost cried. especially because he just immediately understood her loss. Erebus had held over Bree's head the threat that people would be angry that she'd forgotten them, but Nick just understood immediately. and he was just so good to her. the playing at fiancés thing was hilarious and Tracy gave us the one bed trope!!! one of my favorites!!!! the tension between then was so thick and i was just waiting for it to come to a head. and my god did it not disappoint. this definitely ended up being the steamiest of her books (nothing explicit but still steamy). then, of course, you can't really not mention the communions and Nick's confessions. his unending love for Bree is just so beautiful. he even knew about Bree and Sel for the most part and just still was never angry at her. the fucking shadow crown piece in his chest was dumb as hell, but he did still looking out for Bree and I just can't fault my guy for that.

Bree... my beautiful, powerful Bree. so much of her story is just so tragic but my girl just kept pulling through. i think it was Valec that said that so many people with fractured souls are led astray from their path, and yet Bree continued on. she continued to fight for the people she loved, even when she didn't remember them. she is so good and lovely and such a character. also i LOVED her with the twins. we obviously saw a lot more of Zoe than Elijah, but i really loved their relationship development. Bree and Zoe's relationship was so sweet and they cared so much for each other. (also Zoe is a trans femme cambion??? like slay???) their humanity really shown through above all else, and Zoe's care for Bree and the rootcrafters was so sweet. i really hope we see them again in the next book. i'm not ready to let them go. and Bree, in the words of Valec, is a fucking powerhouse. when she first made that barrier around her with Erebus, i knew we were entering a different level of power. she leveled up so hard. it was incredible watching gain power and when she fucking broke down Erebus' ward??? incredible. not to mention literally fucking chaining Daeza, like damn. she had some intense character development in this book and really came into herself. and as much as the loss of memory hurt me... i also know that Bree developed so much because of it. watching her just not know anyone was so painful for me though. speaking of, her reunion with her dad? i literally burst into tears. honestly, her reaction made me really miss my dad (i haven't seen him in a couple months). also her continued relationship with the rootcrafters was also incredibly important to me and i'm so glad that they had such a heavy play in this. they are also clearly a very important part of this story and i'm so glad that this continues to be acknowledged and used. i also did not see souls coming into play with this. the shattering of her soul, Valec's less than pleasant reaction, the scar tissue, the missing piece... god, there was just so many layers.

the end of this book was intense. like super duper intense. the confrontation with Erebus. the end of their bargain. and their entrapment of the fucking Shadow King (shout out to my girl Mariah, again pulling through). Bree basically forcibly getting back her missing piece of soul and the memories returning. Erebus crawling away like a baby. dude got fucked up.

and this, of course, brings me to Sel. oh, my boy, i mourn for him so much. i miss the character we had in Bloodmarked with ever inch of my being. this is not how i thought we would see his character go. i just assumed that we'd get him back from his demonia and god. his character was so interesting but so painful because of the loss of the Sel we know and love. and we just... never got him back. when i saw the line "...because Selwyn Kane is dead" i honestly almost had a mental breakdown. i sobbed so hard and couldn't believe it... and then, of course, he wasn't dead. but the Shadow King's son. and now the heir of Bree's bloodmark.... damnnnnn, i did not see that coming at all. granted, i did have my suspicions about the relationship between Erebus and Natasia. i kinda figured it was more. but i guess i never expected for that to mean that Sel was his son. which means that Sel is has much more demon blood than anyone expected. which changes so much. god.

i haven't given up on him. nor have i given up on the Sel-Bree-Nick relationship. there were still hints throughout, of Sel and Nick's relationship, of Bree and Sel's. i really want to have faith that the Sel we knew can return. but i honestly fear that we've lost him completely now because of his claim on the shadow crown.

this book was everything i could have wanted and more. i laughed and cried and was literally so stressed out for so much of it but i'm 100% going to be rereading it again soon to absorb more of it. and Tracy... not to like pressure you, but PLEASE, i am BEGGING for the fourth book to come out quickly. i'm not sure i'll survive another two years without more answers.

⚔️💙💜❤️⚔️

[shanblackrx]

So I've been seeing (and saw in real time) comments of people saying

--Either that it doesn't make sense that Joke feels so strongly about Jack when they had only briefly met 2 times before the time skip when:

1- …..bro. It was love at first sight. FOR BOTH OF THEM. Are you fucking blind? Didn't you see all the flirting at the bar and after the bar???? Also for all that's sacred What is the fucking non-romantic heterosexual explanation for this?

2- This is more of a character analysis of mine, but I think Jack gave the positive enforcement Joke never got from his family. That created not only a bond between them but also kind of an emotional dependence from Joke. I honestly don't think Joke's feelings for Jack were super healthy at the beginning, especially with how self-destructive for him he is. And that's precisely why, although all those things he does for Jack after the time skip might seem too much if it was anyone else, it's still reasonable for him. He's so guilt-ridden that he fucked Jack over when all that Jack has ever offered was kindness and something Joke never had before, that he needs to overcompensate.

And especially because he's been marinating in guilt for 5 years, with only his thoughts and his self-deprecation as company, and then seeing how things escalated for Jack in a way he never imagined, that he feels the need to fix everything for him. That is the real meaning of the "100 ways to apologize".

-- OR when people say Jack and Joke's love is unbalanced. Like it feels Jack doesn't love Joke as much, that it's too sudden, that it doesn't have romance, yadda yadda.

Let's go back to the bar scene and afterwards. This is episode 1. This is the past. This is the first time they met. They literally left out the girl (poor Rosé I'm so sorry baby you fell for a homosexual) because they were in their own little world. The world they created on that bar when they shared bad experiences and made each other company in their sadness. The world that cheered both of them up in a day of misery. Also for all that's sacred What is the fucking non-romantic heterosexual explanation for this?[x2] (underage Jack is smooth as fuck)

Not even counting the scene at the bank when Jack was so happy to meet Joke again, and then even writing down his number for Joke and saying he'd love to go drinking with him again before he vanished.

Here's another character analysis: Jack is methodical, he doesn't act on impulse, and keeps everything to himself. This, added to the fact we don't often see things under his POV, makes him a bit hard to read.

Alright but damn, no one is caught daydreaming about the face/lips/closeness of someone they're not attracted to lmfjhsfd please. This is episode 4, c'mon.

There's also this (ep 6)

and this (ep 7)

(both of which I also made an analysis of from Jack's side in this post)

and this (ep 8)

So do you really think he just pulled everything that he did that night when they get together out of his ass instead of, after him and Joke reconcile, having actively nurtured this feeling THAT HAD ALWAYS BEEN THERE???? Damn, right when they met again Jack kept Joke from signing a loan contract with Boss because he knew it would be a point of no return. Because despite all the rage and bitterness, even then he still cared about Joke and didn't want that life for him.

Jack and Joke are opposites. Joke wears his heart on his sleeve while Jack has the necessity of hiding away anything that can be a weakness. It's all in between the lines for him. But that doesn't mean the feelings are not there. It's called nuance.

Also, shit, the mutual pining is so obvious idk these people might've watched it with their eyes closed or something. like?? Things start to get messy in Jack's life mostly because Joke came with his chaotic energy trying to make things right for Jack - and if Jack didn't, little by little, allow him to, Joke would've never succeed on being by his side. Jack starts losing control of things, of himself, because he's always being pulled by Joke, gravitating towards him, and he lets it happen because he wants it. Subconsciously or not.

Anyway Jack and Joke love each other and had always loved each other, period.

[mrsparrasblog]

Girlie your brain is wrinkly 🧠 can u write kyle being in a competition against Rudy to woo reader? Only one of them will get her in the end🥺👉👈 personally I am rooting for Rudy but you decide in the end😘

Hey first of all Thank you <333333 wrinkly brain is now my favorite new word thingy. It feels criminaly wrong to let my character pick someone over Kyle but Rudy deserves everything too. Just enjoy my midnight thoughts.

He had been pining after you for six years—six terrible, long years—where you had several shitty boyfriends or were too oblivious to realize he even liked you. At this point, it was tiring for Rodolfo to love you, but how could he stop? He had never met someone like you: so eager, beautiful, loving, and funny.

He remembered the day he first met you like it was only yesterday. You were so curious and full of passion, almost more than Alejandro had. Since then, you had grown up to be one of the most essential parts of the vaqueros. If you weren’t a medic, you would have been the third in command five years ago, but saving people was just your thing.

Alejandro, Rudy, and you spent most of these five years together on duty, and even in your off time, you went to bars with them, family gatherings, and even on vacation in Cancun. And all these times, Rudy didn't have the guts to ask you out. Alejandro always told him that he should just try, the way you looked at him or how you screamed and cried as he almost died—this is love, but he didn't believe it. And you thought he saw you more like a sister than someone to love, so you both silently gave up.

When Graves' betrayal happened, you fought alongside Rudy's, Ghost's, and Soap's side. You were so happy to have the help of their captain and another Sergeant. What surprised you was that the other Sergeant, Kyle, was so attractive.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but after the great win, you were in a pub with all of them—141 & Vaqueros—sitting on Kyle's lap. You were a bit too tipsy to realize Rudy's jealous glance and Alejandro's disappointed look. All you noticed was the pretty boy whispering sweet nothings into your ear, "Such a beautiful woman. Mhm, the most beautiful girl I've seen in ages." His hot breath tickled against your ear as he slowly wrapped his lips around your neck, eliciting a moan from you, much to Rudy's annoyance. He was almost fuming, and as you noticed it, you couldn’t stop yourself from making him a bit jealous.

So, you ended up in the corner with Kyle. His hips were pressed against yours as he pulled you into a deeper kiss. His tongue fought for dominance, his hands grabbing your ass and squeezing it lightly. "I want you, Kyle."

"Want you too Doll"

It took seconds for your luck to disappear when you went to the bathroom, returning to see Rudy punching Kyle. "Leave her the fuck alone, pendejo."

"She wanted it."

"Who cares? She’s mine."

"Rodolfo, Kyle, both of you stop," you commanded, pulling Rudy by his ear outside of the shady bar of Las Almas.

"What was that?" You asked, lifting your brow in question.

"Mhm, sorry, mi amor."

"You're a childish idiot stop punching every men I give a bit of attention, and now let me fix your cheek," you said, gathering a napkin out of your bag and removing the blood from his cheek.

"I know."

"What did you mean with 'I'm yours,' Rudy?"

"Come on, don’t act like you don’t know." he rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe you were so oblivious, you should have noticed ages ago like everyone else.

"What know?"

"That I've wanted you all these years, just couldn’t stand seeing you with another idiot again."

"You're joking, right?"

"No."

"Oh, Rudy, you should have told me."

"Why?" he mumbled not seeing the point in getting rejected

And with that, you grabbed his face, and after all these years of longing, you finally had Rodolfo where you wanted him: right beside you.

"Finally" Alejandro whispered in the corner of the bar, his two best friends were finally where they belonged.

[kenneduck]

Would your Yona also have feelings for Link? Or perhaps she sees him as a good friend? Would Sidon get jealous seeing Link ride HER in the water lol

Hmm, so I've been hesitant to answer this, but I kind of want to! I'll just say that what I'm GOING to say isn't canon for Secret Confessions when it comes to Link, but this is how I like to write her character, and to make full sense of it, I'll just say how I imagine both Yona's relationships w/ Sidon and Link here...

Yona I imagine was a childhood friend of Sidon, who met him through her family member, Muzu. As she's from the same domain Muzu/Dorephan was from originaly before Dorephan married Sidon/Mipha's mother and moved into the Hyrule Zora's Domain. Yona was there to comfort Sidon after he lost Mipha, as the two both mourned her and leaned on each other. Though, the two spent less time together as Sidon grew older, so their romantic feelings didn't grow until after their arranged marriage.

I HC Yona to be like demiromantic + asexual, so I view Yona and Sidon's romance differently than Sidon and Link's. Yona loves Sidon as her husband. Her love for him is strong, and she feels so safe in his arms and by his side. She didn't have romantic feelings for him when they were first arranged, but he's just so charismatic and lovable, and quite honestly funny. In a way Yona didn't get to see much when he was younger. She can't get over how much heart he's grown to have, but still manage to be the most lovable ditz in her life. She worried at first with the marriage that it would be nothing more than a political one, especially as she grew very aware of Sidon's blatant attraction for his dearest friend, but she quickly realized how big his heart was. That she also had a place in it. Sidon fell in love with Yona's comfort, her genuine care, and the way she's able to speak so heartfelt with such ease and consideration. She's the smartest person he knows, and he's so happy that she's the Zora Queen. He also loves how cuddly she is, and that when the two are alone, it's spent in each others arms. She's so comforting.

After Link joins the picture, Yona is more than happy to see Sidon's heart full. That, and she most definitely can enjoy breaks from her husband, and even though she enjoys his cuddles and endless compliments, she also enjoys her alone time. She also feels glad that Sidon has someone that... loves him in a way she doesn't. She's never felt pressured by Sidon to be intimate. Even with him always explaining his love for her isn't defined by intimacy, she's found herself guilty for not loving Sidon in that way. The first time she spots a Zora bite on Link, she's overwhelmed with laughter. She's happy, and Link clearly is too, as he isn't trying to hide it at all. Yona feels a weight of sort off her shoulders from this... so thankfully Link had a mark on his LMAO.

When it comes to sleeping arrangements, if Link is there that night, the three share a bed in Sidon and Yona's quarters that is big enough for the three. Where Link and Yona sandwich Sidon between them, and the three cuddle the night away. Yona, at first, is cautious about sticking to her side of the bed. She wants to avoid Link, not because she dislikes him, but she knows he loves Sidon, not her. She doesn't mind sticking to her side of the bed, but one morning when she wakes up to Link cuddling her and Sidon snoring on the other side of Link, she's overwhelmed. Though, she strangely feels comforted, and she quite enjoys it, which only causes her alarm and she gently unwraps Link around her. This happens a few times, and Yona feels a bit confused at the experiences. She doesn't DISLIKE them, but she also feels a bit guilty when she admits she is finding Link quite comforting in the way she finds Sidon.

Yona finds herself giggling more at Link's feral like behaviors. Finding herself blushing a bit when Link and Sidon swim around the reservoir. When she and Link talk alone, she feels a comfort that leaves her confused. She wants to know more, be around him more, but she knows that isn't what Link wants.

But again, one morning after she wakes up, she's met with Sidon on the other side of Link. Sidon is awake, and with Yona's movements, Link awakens, too. Yona expects Link to give his usual morning kiss to Sidon, but with Link used to Sidon being to his left, he, without opening his eyes, gives Yona a peck, leaving Sidon AND Yona both confused and speechless. Link opens his eyes to the sight, and immediately apologizes, turning redder than Sidon. Yona explains all is well, but her heart is racing, and she's overwhelmed because she LIKED the kiss, and with her guilt, she runs out.

Later that day, Link meets Yona alone, and he apologizes for the morning. Link noticed Yona hadn't returned from the reservoir, and knew this accidental kiss was something they wouldn't just forget about. When Link apologizes, Yona apologizes too, as she admits she liked it, and that she apologizes for falling for Link, too. Link is silent for what feels like a long time. But when he walks over to Yona and hugs her, she's surprised. Link admits he's grown his own love for Yona with their time spent together. It's different than his love for Sidon, but it's more than just as a friend. He does love her, and he's sorry for the kiss, but if she's okay with it, he'd like to make a proper kiss next time. To which Yona agrees, and the two kiss again.

Sidon of fucking course is overly excited at the news, as this presents so many more cuddling and date options. The three get along swimmingly, and well, Sidon wouldn't get jealous of Link swimming on Yona's back. He'd just be waiting impatiently for his turn LMAO.

[lovelettersbyj]

Hunger For Power

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem Reader (?).

Summary: Pearl Whitegrove is a fashion intern, who, after a few meetings with Coriolanus Snow, realizes that if she wants to be Panem's next top Fashion Designer, she has to make sure she's at Coriolanus' side when he inevitably gets into power. It helps that he's devastatingly attractive.

Word Count: 1,814.

A/N: After having watched the new Hunger Games movie, this idea popped into my head and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I wanted to create a character that was sort of the opposite of Tigris? A negative influence for Coriolanus that ultimately turns into a toxic love interest for him. I quickly wrote up this sort of intro to her character, so I hope you all enjoy! Also I should say, I've never read the books and I'm only going off of the movies/making up information. So I apologize if anything is slightly wrong/doesn't match.

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“How’s that cousin of yours, Tigris?” Continuing to sew, I glanced up at the blonde haired woman who sat across from me. She was busy stitching some dark turquoise buttons to a white long-sleeved shirt, trying her best to hide from our mentor and boss Fabricia Whatnot.

She looked up at me with a stoic expression, then back down to her secret project. “He’s fine.”

I chuckled, returning my attention to my dress. In a few days, the 10th annual reaping ceremony would take place. I knew Coriolanus because of Tigris, and in the few conversations I’d had with him, I knew how powerful he could be. He was intelligent; speaking always with such an elegant charm that could convince anyone to listen and obey him. He’d choose his words carefully and completely analyze the situation in front of him before speaking. If he played his cards right, I could very well see Coriolanus Snow becoming the new President of Panem. That is, if Dean Casca Highbottom didn’t despise him as much as he did.

The door to Fabricia’s office swung open, her long magenta hair peeking out as she yelled out to us, “I want those designs done before the sun goes down today. Otherwise, neither of you are getting paid. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Madam Whatnot,” Tigris and I both nodded, never once making eye contact with her, and rather, continuing to sew at a faster pace.

Of course someone as incredibly stylish and knowledgeable in the fashion industry as Fabricia Whatnot was also something of a wicked demon. She was incredibly rude to her employees, particularly Tigris & I. Hired under the impression of an apprenticeship, we quickly met a much more grim fate in the form of slave labor. She took advantage of young capitol people with a hunger for fashion, tempting us with the idea of being able to one day create our own designs for the capitol students, citizens, and even Hunger Games tributes to dawn our clothing. So in the meantime, we worked long hours, had little rest, and even more little pay.

Hours had passed, and Tigris and I miraculously finished the designs Whatnot had asked for. With a wave of her bony hand, she dismissed us, and sliding on our coats we exited her office and made our way out of the office. Upon opening the large glass door to the front of the building, a somewhat scrawny, curly haired blonde man stood waiting with his back turned to us.

“Coryo,” Tigris spoke, and he turned, his eyes lighting up and a smile decorating his face, “What are you doing here?”

He walked over, taking her hand to help her down the last step, “Grandma’am told me you hadn’t come home yet, so I figured I’d come down to wait for you to finish work. I don’t want you walking home alone so late.”

I slipped my hands into my olive green coat, tilting my head slightly towards him. He had a slightly boyish look, with an air of innocence about him. But all the whispers about him were true, he was much more handsome up close.

“Coriolanus,” I smiled, “I was wondering when I’d see you again.”

His attention now switched over to me, a gleam in his eyes highlighting the striking pale blue color, “Pearl Whitegrove. It’s certainly been too long.” With a hand extended, I reached my palm out, placing my fingers carefully over his. Lifting his hand, his lips brushed over my knuckles ever so softly in a formal greeting. How warm his lips were, I thought.

“I hear you’re first in line for the Plinth Prize. You must be ecstatic. Finally, the Snow name is making a comeback.”

His lip curled up in a curt smirk, “Well, yes, I’ve studied hard and hope to be congratulated for my efforts. But all I want is to provide for my family.”

“Right,” I chuckled, glancing over to Tigris whose face slowly became more worried as she tucked herself behind Coriolanus’ back, “The fame and fast track into University would just be a bonus, huh?” 

Silence. Just as I thought.

“Well, Coriolanus, I wish you the best of luck. If there’s one thing I know, is that you’ll find a way to succeed one way or another. You’ve got this… hunger in you. It drives you. I think ultimately it’ll guide you to what you want—” Tigris’ hand wrapped around Coriolanus’ arm in attempts to pull him away, “—If you allow it to take over.”

He looked down at her, placing a hand over hers before looking back to me, “Thank you, Pearl. Let’s hope you’re right.”

They turned away, walking towards the main road. Shortly after crossing, a familiar black car pulled up, with a man dressed in a charcoal colored tailcoat stepped out, extending a hand towards the open door for me.

“Yes, Coryo. Let’s.”

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10th Annual Reaping Ceremony

It seems as if a few days went by in a matter of seconds, and before I knew it, the Reaping Ceremony had arrived. In a strange change of heart, Fabricia Whatnot had excused everyone from coming into work that day and instead encouraged us to attend the ceremony.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my last conversation with Coriolanus Snow. The way his blue eyes shimmered under the dim lights of the street lamps. How thin his frame was, hiding underneath his slightly oversized Academy uniform. His hair was so blonde and curly, a single strand hanging delicately just across his forehead. Every bit of my brain was obsessed with him, and I made it my mission to get him to feel the same.

Taking in a deep breath, I dusted off my golden yellow dress, grabbed my black coat and made my way out the door.

Entering the Academy building I was greeted with a sea of red and blue, students shuffling about the main floor as they met up with friends; greeted teachers. I glanced around in search of a familiar face, when I suddenly felt a hand land cautiously on my shoulder. Turning around, I was greeted with the same pair of eyes that hadn’t left my mind for days.

“Pearl,” His deep voice spoke, “What a surprise.”

Any sort of control I had to stop the smile from forming on my face completely failed me, “Coriolanus, hi.” Be cool. “I see Tigris’ secret project turned out well.”

Coryo furrowed his eyebrows, and I pointed to his shirt. He let out a small laugh, running a hand  across his chest, “Oh yes. It came out quite well. I had her make a few modifications—”

“I know, she would always work on it when Whatnot wasn’t around. I figured it was for today.”

His cheeks flushed slightly, embarrassed at the fact that his cousin was scrambling to help him look his best. “So why are you here and not at work?”

We both turned, slowly walking up the staircase towards the ballroom, “Fabricia told us all not to come in and to attend today’s ceremony. She wouldn’t tell us why— I figured Tigris would be here?”

Coriolanus just shook his head, his face blank with confusion. Before he could respond, a short girl with long black hair seemingly appeared out of nowhere, slipping her arm to loop with Snow’s. “Coriolanus! It’s about time the prodigy student showed up.”

Her eyes met with mine, slightly narrowing as she analyzed everything about me. I cocked my eyebrow at her, unwaveringly unbothered by her. Except for the fact that she was about to steal Coriolanus away from me.

“I’m sorry— I’ll find you afterwards?” Snow looked directly at me, an apologetic tone in his voice. Glancing over to the strange girl, I nodded, looking back up at him with a soft smile.

I found my way to an open seat just across from the 24 chairs that had been placed for the graduating honors Academy students. I watched as Snow sat down in the first row, looking around the room before eventually finding me. He smiled as I gave him a small wave, which he returned gladly. A faint sensation of butterflies began to arouse deep in my stomach at the acknowledgement. Damn it. The ceremony began shortly after, with Dr. Volumina Gaul seemingly having crawled her way out of her laboratory and in front of the podium to give an opening speech, before introducing Dean Highbottom. He stood amongst the sea of red dressed Academy students, speaking cryptically about the Plinth Prize and the Reaping Ceremony. Upon reaching the front of the podium he revealed the sudden change; the 24 honor students were to compete as mentors for the tributes as a last attempt to prove their worthiness of the Plinth Prize money. 

Gasps echoed throughout the room; mutters of protest and shock as everyone began to look around in desperation. My eyes were glued to Coriolanus’ face, whose jaw gaped ever so slightly in disbelief before looking up at me. I remained still; I didn’t know how to react.

Suddenly two large screens on the wall in front of the students clicked on, playing live footage of the Reaping ceremony. Boys and girls from each District appeared on screen as Highbottom read aloud the names of the tributes, and the student assigned to them. One by one, the tributes were handed out like livestock. I held my breath, terrified to hear Snow’s name, but it almost never came. Not until Highbottom arrived at District 12, assigning him to a girl by the name of Lucy Gray Baird.

My eyes narrowed at the screen as I watched her, analyzing the messily sewn, colorful dress that dawned her tiny figure. She had a natural beauty, but was covered in dirt and poorly applied makeup. She got into an altercation with the man who had just read out her name, which landed her a blow to the face, making her collapse to the floor of the stage she was on.

I whipped my head as the sound of a chair scraping against the floor alerted my senses, seeing now how captivated Coriolanus Snow was to the scene unfolding on the screen before him. Why was he so worried about her?

Anger was now the only emotion raging through me, or perhaps jealousy? Whatever it was, it was interrupted when a soft voice began to sing, echoing throughout the entire room. Everyone’s attention was back onto the screen, watching in a stark silence how Lucy Gray slowly stood back up as she sang some song. Additional voices from various District 12 members rang through before she screamed at the camera, extending her arms and taking a bow.

She is nothing but trouble. I looked back over at Coriolanus, but he didn’t return the glance. She can ruin everything.

[redjennies]

i see you sometimes in different dragon age tags like "oh yeah the lae'zel fan with the redjenny url. who also likes oghren. extreme good taste" and then as an anders girlie i see your "anti"-anders post and im like "yeah they even have good taste in the way they hate my guy"

aw I really appreciate this! I'm really glad people like my takes on Oghren. I almost posted this long ass meta about him while doing my Brosca playthrough but ended up saving it to the drafts because I was like "girl you are the only person going to bat for this man and everyone else is just tolerating your right to be ornery about disliked characters." I just think about him at the Temple of Sacred Ashes a lot. to anyone reading this, if you've never brought him there, you are truly missing out on some fucking wild character work. he is a gem.

truthfully I'm not even really that anti-Anders when I'm not actively in a mood about how much this fandom annoys me. I'm extremely critical of him as a person and full disclosure, without trauma-dumping too much, I do have a personal history that makes it hard for me to not see him as very manipulative if not outright abusive. but I actually quite enjoy him as a character. I think he's got a lot of flaws and strengths that are really interesting to examine how they coincide with Hawke's larger story. how Anders and Hawke are arguably more intrinsically linked to each other than Varric and Hawke are. it might surprise people but I intentionally max out his friendship every time with my main Hawke because I think their particular story is more tragic if she has fully drunk the Anders kool-aid because he's the first unapologetic apostate she's met outside of her family and because he saved Carver in the Deep Roads and she feels like she owes him. even more of a surprise possibly, I love Sebastian and don't like Anders, but my canon ending is Hawke sparing him one last time and asking him to leave because I think that's the best ending for how I play their relationship. like "no, you have asked so much of me and I have done it for you over and over but I'm not going to give you this, even at the expense of my other friendships. you don't get the easy way out. you have to live with this and you have to do it far away from me." like fuck man! the drama! the poetry! the divorce!

honestly most of my vitriol towards him comes from over a decade now of having an extremely negative experience with what I fully recognize are not all his fans but a vocal group of people who plague the Bioware fandom who are just as bigoted as your average fanboy but in a way they can dress up as "social justice." I've said a lot about how I think the Circle and apostates is just straight up a bad metaphor for systemic oppression (see also: any setting with supers and/or legitimately dangerous monsters as stand-in for oppressed people.) and I won't get into it too much here, but it's worth mentioning because I believe the mage rights discourse and Anders particularly attracts this crowd because you know he's a cute queer whiteboy with legitimate problems and pseudo-radical politics. but I was in the DA Tumblr fandom when Inquisition dropped I remember what group of fans on Tumblr who were particularly rabid in their hatred towards characters like Vivienne and Sera (who are both critical of mage freedom, mind.) 'Twas not primarily the Cullenites calling Vivienne an Uncle Tom, no matter what people will tell you now.

and I also get that there's this way Anders haters talk about him that makes even more otherwise reasonable fans dig their heels in about him. like any critique of him that boils down to "Anders bad because he did a terrorism and terrorism bad" is not really useful to me because yeah, I'm not super keen on bombings as the best course of political action, but terrorism is a very politically loaded and at this point somewhat meaningless term that is mostly used to justify extreme violence against a person or group by the state. I don't need to bring up real life examples because the politics of who is and isn't labeled a terrorist being shorthand for who is and isn't a person deserving of basic human rights has become so obvious over the last three decades that everyone knows at least one example of what I'm talking about. on top of that, I'm a big believer that fiction does not and should not exist in a vacuum and good art should provoke discussions about how we view people who do similar things that these fictional characters do. who are we being asked to give empathy to and who are we not? who are we naturally extending empathy to and who are we not? how do we immediately feel about these things? are we outraged? disgusted? moved? does sympathizing with these characters change our understanding of our personal ethical lines? are certain actions justified under dire circumstances or are there certain lines that should never be crossed? are people forever defined by it when they cross said lines? etc etc. none of these questions can be meaningfully answered by "no, thing bad because thing bad."

that being said, I still come down on the side of Anders is a shitty person at the end of the day. not because he blew up that church or even because he tried to kill that girl, but because there's a consistent lack of compassion for the suffering and/or oppression of others the second someone doesn't fit his mold. because he's honestly pretty sexist and racist in universe. because his romance plot is just a series of progressively worsening red flags in a way that's in my opinion, less sexy and more like he's gonna start punching holes in the wall right next to you. because he's lowkey a tankie. and I've said it before and I'll say it til the day I die, we can have a discussion about how ableism influenced his writing, but at the end of the day, as a mentally ill anarchist, I know buckets and buckets of mentally ill leftist whiteboys who act like this. shit I know women and nonbinary people who act like this too. while I can understand that Bioware wasn't necessarily coming from the same perspective I am and think people are right to call his overarching storyline a tired centrist liberal take on the dangers of radicalism, his character writing still feels not only coherent as a character but very true to a particular type of ain't shit anarchist boy I have encountered over and over. i cannot dismiss his flaws and worst moments as bad writing because I feel like I personally know this asshole.

for example, I once made a post about Dissent years and years ago where I was talking about Anders/Justice/Vengeance/whoever we're calling him depending on what's most useful in the moment's outburst of violence towards Ella through the lens of male entitlement even in leftist circles and like yeah I was being a little tongue in cheek about it because a) I'm pretty tongue in cheek in general, b) I have a tendency to get even more tongue in cheek when I'm talking about things that hit a little too close to home to me, and c) that quest is frankly terrifying if you've lived a life that makes you relate more to Ella in that scene than to Anders. I think it was something along the lines of "people can call Anders a revolutionary all they want but when a mage girl was afraid of him instead of grateful for his rescue, he tried to kill her. [insert anarcho-feminist ranting here]" and I remember someone arguing with me about how that's not what happened at all and how even though I was being pithy, their take on the situation was so utterly removed from what occurs that I had to go back and watch the scene to make sure I wasn't the one completely misremembering it which made me realize just how much Anders has been completely rewritten in parts of the fandom consciousness.

which in and of itself is not really a problem. I know some people just don't care for interacting with fanon at all and want to stay as true to canon as possible and I'm like that sometimes, but there are lots of characters I'm like "oh, I don't like how their story went in canon or think the writer had a neat idea but is too misogynistic to handle her in a way I like and I'm going to basically put them in an AU where they developed their traits in a different way and I can recognize this is more or less my version of them." there's characters I don't care for in canon but I love someone else's fanon version of them. I'm even fine with people doing this with Anders, if they want. I've read really good fic with him that is not my take but hey you do you, this is what transformative fandom is for after all. but I do get more than a little prickly when I'm interacting with my reading of canon that is of course informed by my experiences but still discussing something that just literally happens and someone tells me I'm wrong because of what basically amounts to their fanfics, you know?

anyway that's my very long post about my complicated and extremely nuanced Anders feelings. great character, shitty person, his fans are either really cool or really fucking not. also it's been almost fifteen years, and I still think we should've had Jowan in DA2 as a familiar face helping out in the mage underground to both flesh them out more and to serve as a middle ground between the more circle-aligned Orsino and the initially representing the mage underground before getting progressively more Kaczynski-esque, Anders, instead of Cullen just kind of hanging out in the templars not really doing anything.

[teethanallanpoe]

About time I made an actual proper intro for anyone who's met me in here rather than outside of it, no?

Hey everyone! I go by a few different names, but the one I tend to use most often is Ethan - Teethan is just a fun little variation of that! I use he/him and it/its, I'm 21, I've entirely given up on the idea of figuring out what my own deal is both in the sexuality sense, attraction sense, gender sense and honestly Mental State Sense, I'm just Like This.

Some things I'm fixated on include:

Saint Seiya and Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas! I'm the current mod for @saintseiyaqueerpoll and I hosted a Saint Seiya Headcanon tumblr back in the day ages ago? I've BEEN into this. I will never be over this. Ask me about any opinions on it, any, I will talk about this prompted and umprompted any chance I get. Headcanons, thoughts, conjecture, ANYTHING.

My own OCs! While I've mostly outgrown my fixation with Bungou Stray Dogs, the characters that I made have become far greater than their source material and are now Constantly on my mind, feel free to ask about them too! Or the Thang I write about them with, genuinely. Love playing toys. :)

Rusty Lake! I adore the lore and the atmosphere of these games and I am fascinated by every little aspect of it. I would honestly incredibly recommend it to anyone who is at all into point and click room escapes and solving little puzzles. Autism heaven.

Cult of the Lamb! This will very likely not be something I post about much but just know this is exactly what I'm playing like Every Time I'm not being as active as usual on here. Lamb's fault.

Twenty One Pilots! Have a tattoo of the damn thing and everything. Ask me about Anything regarding it I need to talk about them lest I explode. Deeply invested in piecing the lore together, specially now that we're reaching the end of a chapter in the form of the upcoming album.

Literature in general! While it's something I've been decently lacking on keeping up with lately, I do very much still consider myself interested in reading and writing.

Just keep in mind before you decide to follow that I have a tendency to curse and will not censor myself about it, so keep an eye out for that if it makes you at all uncomfortable, but as far as I'm aware, that's about it.

Stay a while. :)

[theladyragnell]

For the ships ask!

Alanna/Jon

Numair/Daine

Aly/Kel

Alanna/Jon: Don't Ship (kind of do as a stepping-stone ship but not as an endgame one)

Why don’t you ship it? Jon is just SUCH an asshole to her in the third book that there's really no coming back from that for me! And then on top of that, there's really no separating Jon-the-person from Jon-the-heir/king, and Alanna would be miserable as a princess or a queen, so overall a bad situation for them.

What would have made you like it? I did kind of enjoy Jon's smug bastard "I know, I just wanted to be sure you knew it too" era in ITHOTG, and I do like that they're friends and she'll call him on his shit and he'll back her up, so I think in a world where Jon didn't fuck up quite so badly in WHRLAM I could have seen a kind of pining situation where she didn't want to be queen but there was some fealty and devotion going on and it would have made a more fun endgame ship that way.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? I do! I genuinely do like them as early love interests for each other, that he's someone Alanna trusts and lets in in a lot of facets of her life and that he's Exciting, and meanwhile he's learning that he can want someone different than what he's been expected to want his whole life. When things fall apart, it's because they've both grown up and grown into people who simply aren't compatible that way, and I really like that! It's very true to life! I love Pierce for giving her heroines early love interests who aren't endgame, truly.

Numair/Daine: Shiiiip? (I'm going to use the ship questions because I think they're more interesting for the thoughts I have about them than the other set but these days I'm pretty neutral on them)

What made you ship it? I think, really specifically, when I read Emperor Mage for the first time and they reunited at the end with so much relief and I think he calls her "magelet," I can't quite recall? But that's the moment where I remember going "Oh, okay, we're doing this and I'm here for it" because I am a SUCKER for a dramatic emotional reunion after some presumed death/injury and apparently I always have been.

What are your favorite things about the ship? They're both such weirdo nerds! They learn so much from each other!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? The age gap doesn't bother me that much? I've written about that on this blog before, but a. it's a teen girl fantasy and Older Man is a really common teen girl fantasy and b. Tamora Pierce made a clerical error and in the first book their behavior is that of Daine being about 16 and Numair being about 22 or 23, so at this point those ages and where they progress from there are just kind of in my head that way, and that's a significantly less weird age gap, especially by the end of the series.

Aly/Kel: Don't Ship (simply never occurred to me!)

Why don’t you ship it? I mean, as I said above, simply never occurred to me, and while as a general policy I'm in favor of rarepairs where the characters never canonically met (if you want proof of that, please observe my Merlin rarepair output) and opposites attract ships, I think these two would drive each other up the wall in the non-fun way. Aly would stress Kel out so much, Kel would bore Aly so bad, bad situation for both of them and my least favorite flavor of enemies to lovers would ensue.

What would have made you like it? I think this requires an AU where Aly didn't end up in the Copper Isles and at least a ten year timeskip for them by which I mostly mean Aly to mature. And then I think it would require a forced proximity road trip where probably some injuries force both of them to show some vulnerability, and a common purpose that matters enough to both of them to work past the awkwardness of the uh. very different ways Alanna treats and thinks about them and the ways they would respectively feel about that.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? I mean, I feel like if you like fraught f/f ships that go from dislike to love and have a knight/rogue dynamic, this is a pretty compelling option! There aren't that many out there and this fills the niche admirably.

[archangeldyke-all]

hi!! this is my first time requesting anything on tumblr ever so bear with me. i know you write for sevika (which i love btw because your writing is magical) but could you possibly write something for ran? i haven’t been able to locate a single good fic about them in so long and it makes my heart hurt. they deserve so much more love than they get ☹️

it doesn’t have to be anything steamy (but i would love for it to be). you can have full creative liberty with this because i know for a fact that you’ll come up with something amazing.

if you’re not comfortable writing for ran or just don’t want to then just ignore this! :)

yessss ran needs more love!

a few things before i start: check out @abitohoney 's submit series! ran is a pretty prominent character (and in the latest part, ran and sev and reader are having a threesome EEEK!! so fucking hot.)

also, because ran has no speaking lines, and isn't even named in the show, these hc's are completely pulled out of my ass. it's just what i think they'd be like, with no contextual justification lmaooo. hopefully in season 2 we'll get to know them better!

ok here we go!

men and minors dni

first of all, i've never met someone who looks that emo/goth who isn't a total goofball. i'm convinced the most sunshiney, silly people also have the darkest, moodiest fashion taste.

so i think ran's a goofball.

always making jokes, teasing, laughing. total class clown vibes.

when they're crushing, though, they go completely silent. like, not a word.

you have no idea they're such a goofball for the longest time. you think they're all stoic and cool, but the truth is, they're just shitting themselves anytime you're around.

ran cuts their own hair. that choppy ass haircut? that's their own doing. no stylist ever gets it right.

ran's always playing pool in the show. so when you start crushing back on them, you ask them to teach you.

inside, ran is freaking out, but outside, they're cool, calm and collected.

they definitely do that thing where they stand behind you and move your arms with theirs. both of you are freaking the fuck out the entire time.

ran starts warming up to you then, though, because they realize that you're just as flustered by your closeness as they are.

it starts with little jokes and quips.

and when they get a good reaction out of you, a pretty smile and little giggle, they turn it up to a hundred.

they make a fool of themselves trying to get you to smile.

tripping over their feet in an effort to get your attention, always mumbling jokes under their breath for only you to hear, anxiously awaiting the muffled giggle that it pulls from you.

you start to suspect that they have a crush on you then. they're always trying to make you smile or laugh, and each time they do, their eyes are locked on your curved lips.

so you start flirting.

they blush profusely each and every time.

doesn't matter if you're gently touching their arm, or giving them a compliment, or looking at them for a few seconds too long, they've got the most obvious blush you've ever seen. they're obsessed with you.

you comment on it once.

"you look really fuckin' hot in that crop top y'know." you say one night, tipsy off a few drinks at the bar.

ran blushes bright red and takes a big gulp of their drink.

"and you're so cute when you blush." you add on.

ran sputters on their sip or alcohol.

from then on, they take their flirting up another notch.

always crowding against you at the pool table, helping you even though you know how to play by now.

constantly touching you, especially when they make you laugh. they'll pretend they're just leaning against you to laugh, but they don't take their hand off your shoulders afterwards.

the more time passes, and the more obvious your shared attraction gets, the bolder ran gets.

like when they make you smile, they'll reach up and gently trace their finger over the lines your smile causes to crease up in your face.

they'll press impossibly closer against you while your leaning over to play pool, practically grinding against your ass, no indication that they're flustered beside the bright red blush on their face.

and when you guys finally kiss, it goes something like this.

ran's teasing you relentlessly for a slip up you'd made, fumbling over your words at an important meeting. they're such a shit, and they're so cute as they poke at you and joke and tease, that you just have to shut them up.

so you dart forward and press your lips against theirs.

for the first time since ran's opened up to you, they're completely silent. their one visible eye is wide, and they're red as a tomato.

you giggle.

"where'd all those jokes go, tough guy?" you ask. ran blinks and gulps.

"holy shit." they whisper. you laugh and reach up to tuck their bangs behind their ear, admiring their exposed face, waiting patiently for them to get their words back. they blink at you with stars in their eyes.

and then suddenly, they're giddy and giggling, pulling you against their chest and wrapping their arms around you.

"you get that you're mine now, right?" they ask. you grin, and press another kiss to their lips.

"that's kinda what i was going for." you admit.

"nice." they say with a smirk as they swoop in to press their lips against yours again.

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[leftontheforestfloor]

I think it was Miyazaki or something from Studio Ghibli that said, the presence of two people of different genders in a story don't always have to mean they're romantically involved, or sumn like that i know I'm paraphrasing by a Lot

I was watching Suzume today and yes her bond with Souta is adorable. They bonded with each other thru their journey and there's nothing like it when it's life and death but

The thing I've noticed with both Your Name and Suzume is there's barely any scenes or time for them together to show us that they actually have bonded romantically; Weathering With You on the other hand had plenty of that ig, since the two kids spent a lot of more time together

On the one hand it's funny because the kids in Weathering With You are younger than the characters in the other two movies, but them developing feelings romantically makes more sense

But on the other hand, it feels like it's a little forced for the other couple esp in Your Name; when could they've possibly developed feelings for each other when they've never met, and spoken only thru the limited time they had in each other's bodies? Did they develop feelings because ayyy it's a quirky situation so they've only got each other that understood each other?

Don't get me wrong, I gobble up the romance no matter what. I'm a sucker for that, it's cute and it doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense, because ig Makoto Shinkai's stories always rely on two people developing feelings when they've been thru the same weird 😆 circumstances--because they depend on each other and see each other a lot and they're very much thrown together to get thru it yada yada

It's just....i wish that the plot makes more space for us audience to believe it, rather than being like, hey ofc they love each other now !!!

Altho as a caveat, I'm not sure if Souta feels the same way for Suzume at the end, I love that Suzume didn't spell out her feelings for him because she's younger and a minor and she's probably shy about it but it's implied that she's become an important person to Souta. Girls get crushes all the time too; having a hot chair guy with a hot voice and hero tendencies is bound to be attractive lol i love Souta, he's s strong contender against movie! Howl hehe

I just wish Taki and Mitsuha's bond is written more like Chihiro and Haku since it wasn't as believable for me that they're romantic. Yes some of us would love it if Chihiro returns to the spirit world when she's older and they get together romantically, but the way it ended in the movie, we know that they had a special bond with each other even if it wasn't romantic; true love doesn't always have to mean it's romantic after all

Just some... thoughts. I could be wrong tho ik

Altho tbh my favourite of the three famous Shinkais by far is Suzume rn heh, with Weathering with You at the bottom lol

I may add, the believability of romance in all Studio Ghibli is quite 💯 to me. It's there. They wrote it in a way we know it is real (except Chihiro and Haku imo) (also someone mentioned that Howl and Sophie also had barely any time to develop feelings and I'm like you're right, it's like a greek tragedy, it's happening back scene???is that what Shinkais are depending on too?lol, and that makes movie!HowlxSophie a little less believable to me since then)

[jisforjudi2]

Bill and Barbara write about each other

Movie Stars Parade - May 1948

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YOU by Bill Williams

WHEN we first met, I was confused about you. We were introduced, remember, by RKO's dramatic coach, Miss Lillian Albertson.

Know my first impression of you? I thought, when we first met, that you were a bit spoiled--as a pretty girl would be. Very attractive, with a wonderful personality, but a mite spoiled . . .

. . . And over-nice. I thought, I must ashamedly confess, that your being over-nice was put on. It wasn't. It isn't. It's you. But used as I was, to vaudeville people, to characters' characters, I had never run into anyone like you. You were-are-real, and I thought you unreal!

I like the way you dress in suits, your hair upswept, but best of all in plain skirt and sweater, scarf, flat heels, your dark hair down. When you are dressed like that, that's you, that's Barbara . . .

One day in Miss Albertson's office, you said, "I've broken up with my boy-friend." "Oh, well," I said, These things happen--you'll be back together in two weeks."

"Want to bet?" you asked.

"Sure," I said. "A dinner!"

That was pretty cagey of me. I figured that if you and your boyfriend went back, you'd have to buy me a dinner; if you did not reconcile, I'd have to buy you a dinner. Either way, I'd get to have dinner with you.

Two weeks later, to the day, the telephone rang. You were calling. You said, "You lost your bet!"

So we went and had spaghetti at Villa Nova.

I always told myself I would never marry you. Even after we were steady dating and I knew, but wouldn't acknowledge, even to myself, how I felt about you, I teased myself by reflecting what a wonderful wife you would make for some guy but--not for me. Having just broken with my ex-wife, I was a bit on the bitter side, down in the mouth. I just didn't want to get tied up again--I thought.

I told myself we were not suited--an actor, I thought, and felt, should never marry an actress. Two careers under one roof and blooey, there goes the roof! I know, now, that two people--when one of those two people is YOU--can have their careers under a roof that stays put.

Punctuality is very important to me. Being on time, to the minute, is a fetish of mine. But you, I used to think, you were just like Bob Mitchum--alergic to clocks, NO conception of time. It got so I wouldn't wait for you. More than five minutes late for a date (And when were you not?), I was The Little Man That Wasn't There. You've changed a lot, in this respect. You're quite punctual now. As punctual as you, being you, can be. . . .

. . . but you're still forgetful, Funnyface, still absent-minded . . . You pick up the mail from the R.F.D. box in the morning and forget about it. On one occasion, my expected check from the studio didn't show. Two or three months later, there it was--in the pocket of your old raincoat!

. . . you had, also, the very bad habit of never putting anything away. If you rush, and you are generally vou just didn't have time, and your things, from earrings to coats, suits, shoes and socks, stayed where they fell! That is being changed, too . . .

. . . you're so willing to learn, Barbara. One of the most endearing things about you is the way you listen, with no chip on your shoulder, to suggestion, to advice, even to criticism. . . .

I thought, too, when first we met, that you didn't take your career as seriously as you should.

I know now, that you do care about the career--very much. But you hold everything that matters most to you inside yourself; never let anyone, not even me, know what you are feeling. You can be having a lot of trouble, inwardly; be a laugh a minute, outwardly.

And while on the subject of careers, yours, mine . . . if ever our careers do bother our marriage, much as we value them, we'll quit. We'll both quit. That's agreed between us, isn't it? Sorry to employ a cliche but it's fact that I'd rather be with you when I'm, say, fifty-five than with my scrapbooks. You're prettier. . . .

In addition to being an actress you are a painter, pretty facile with the pen and a Florence Nightingale of heart as I, legs paralized for three months and all but helpless, have good reason to know. You are a darn good cook, a superlatively good mother, and wife--in short, just let you make up your mind that you're going to be good of something, at anything and you are.

The way you make me eat breakfast--or try to! It's a running gag, breakfast at our house, with you trying to force a hearty New England menu on me, and me unable to take it!

Know what I love? The way you sing around the house . . . when you're doing things, you know, like bathing the baby, or swinging it with the vacuum cleaner, or sewing . . . And know what I love to do with you? Love to dance with you. Love that stuff. You're a wonderful dancer, Mrs. Williams, wonderful rhythm. . . .

A blithe spirit, yours, most of the time. Unlike me, not a worrier. Except about the baby. You worry about the baby, who outblooms any rose, all the time. Minute you hear her crying, you're on your feet. At home, the baby sleeps with us. In her crib, next to our bed. As close to our bed as one piece of furniture can be to another. ''We can't," you say, "leave her alone, yet . . ."

You are penny wise and pound foolish, as ever was. You read in the papers where, by going ten or fifteen blocks out of your way, you can save a buck on this or that. So, maybe in the icecold or in the rain, just to save those of few lousy pennies, off you go and, of course, catch the common cold! During our recent trip to New York, for instance, you read where you could save 10% on some luggage you wanted to buy. So you take a cab all the way from our hotel on 57th Street down to Wall Street and back which, what I mean, ate up the 10% you'd ''saved''--and all the time you could have bought the luggage downstairs and been in pocket!

. . . you love to roller-skate. . . .

. . . you are an incurable sentimentalist. It follows, as the night the day, that you collect things. You do, Madam, you do, indeed. You have never, never since birth, I can swear it, thrown away a letter, a snapshot, a souvenir. When you came to Hollywood, the largest suitcase in your luggage was the one filled with pictures of, and letters from, your friends. You also collect phonograph records and magazines. You collect, period. It's the squirrel in you.

Your pet hate is my tendency to weed out, and throw away, the things and things you have stashed away in cupboards. . . .

You read whodunits by the square yard--the little dime magazine ones. You also read a great deal of the heavier fiction and you keep posted, up to the minute, on current events.

You 're quite a girl, Barbara, quite a girl . . .

YOU by Barbara Hale

YOU were kind of lost, when we first met, remember? Just out of the service, not sure whether you wanted to make pictures, not sure the business was too stable . . .

I didn't go ack-ah-ack! when I first met you. I thought you were probably very nice. Very nice, indeed. But how could I really tell? You didn't say anything.

I met you again, a little later, when you were doing a bond show, in which you danced. I was looking for somebody to take dancing lessons with. I thought you might be the one. Again, I thought you were nice, and attractive, but so terribly quiet. Not only did you not talk about yourself, you didn't talk about anything . . . I thought, What is the matter with him? Has he been hurt so badly . . . ?

But I was unhappy, too, at the time, so unhappy, terribly homesick and you seemed so real and you looked even more unhappy than I felt.

Eventually, after we'd met on the lot a dozen times or more, you began to talk to me. Very little, and little by little, but that kept me interested. I thought, I want to see if I can do something, make him smile, perhaps . . . ?

About that time, you had a chance to go with one of the airline companies as a navigator. Before you went info the Service, you'd been a shuttle pilot for Consolidated Airlines. You like flying . . . For some reason, you asked my advice. I told you I thought you should stick around the studio for at least six-months, give pictures that much of a try. Almost immediately thereafter, your part in Those Endearing Young Charms came up--and no more was said about becoming a navigator!

If you have a fault, which I would be the first to deny, it is that you are inclined to be impatient. You always work on a set routine, timed to the split second, and when everyone doesn't work the same way, you can't understand it.

You're as sensitive as a newborn baby's skin, too. One time, I didn't keep a date with you because I couldn't; I was ill. You didn't know me very well and thought you were getting the business. The next time we had a date--you didn't show up.

You're an awful lot of fun--if you're happy!

When you're not happy--well, you can't hide your feelings very well. Any thing that goes wrong bothers you a lot. And another thing about you, if you don't want to do a thing--oh, go to a party, or play a certain role in a certain picture, or soft-soap someone you don't particularly admire but should pretend to--you don't do it. You call it being "honest". I guess it is.

You're a good cook, William. Not fancy. Not a "hobby " man in the kitchen. You just cook hamburgers and home-fries. But--how dreamy with home fries can you get?

Your pet hate is of untidiness. You have a congenital and quite violent hate of untidiness. With which, as you so well know, I was gravely afflicted! Not so much now, though. I still get worn out just thinking about the way you have a place for everything; the way you can put your hand, in 30 seconds flat, on' a certain book, a certain newspaper clipping, a last year's sweater, a pin dropped week before last!

What you dislike in the way of people are those individuals who, having met you several times meet you again, say "How de do" as if they didn't know you from Adam . . . you feel this comes down to rudeness. Or, what is blacker in your book, lack of sincerity. . . .

To you, lack of sincerity is not a passive fault; it is an active sin.

"Real people," you say--and when you say it, as you say it, there is no higher praise to be had. . . .

You love our friend Ed and his family, who live across the street from us, because they're as basic, as real as bread and butter. Ed works in a wholesale electrical appliance house. Works with his hands. You like men who work with their hands. You work with your hands, too. Since it was your early ambition to be a construction engineer--in fact, you studied construction engineering at Brooklyn Technical High School and of Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, where you were born--it's doin' what comes naturally, to you.

A sidewalk to be laid at our house, you get a cement mixer, Ed pitches in and the two of you go to work. Recently, you laid one 60 feet long. Any, carpentry to be done over at Ed's house and you pitch in. . . .

You and Ed built the little guest house in our backyard. Twelve feet square, made out of redwood, very rustic, I use if as my sewing room--have my sewing machine out there now--and all my paints and stuff. Love to sketch there.

You keep your radio out there. You don't read whodunits, as I do, but you listen to mystery stories on the radio all night long! You mend chairs, wire fixtures and so on, as you listen. . . .

You have a quiet voice, Bill. They call Jimmy Cagney, who also has a quiet voice, "Whispering Jim Cagney." They should call you "Whispering Bill Williams." I like your voice. In fact--lean closer, rather more than like it!

We named our baby Willa Johanna, after my mother and yours, but call her Jody. She has fair hair and blue eyes. like you . . . she has an expression, so you say, like me. . . .

You hope we have more babies. So do I. You never had any sisters or brothers and were lonely. I have one sister, Juanita, who is eight years older than I am. The idea of a large family is attractive to both of us. . . .

You laugh at me sometimes when I fuss and worry about the baby. Or you did, when she was very first born. Now, you are worse than I am. You won't admit it? Okay, when we made our trip to New York a couple of months ago, who was It that first suggested we hire a nurse and bring Jody, with us? Which we did.

When your legs were paralyzed (that old spinal iniury of yours) for three months last summer and you didn't think you would ever walk again and on top of that, you got pleurisy and your knee swelled up, you were a pretty tough guy to deal with. Not because you were ill-tempered, because you were, astonishingly, nothing of the sort. Nor because you were impatient. But because--loathing inactivity, as you do; having to miss a couple of pictures, as you did, you were (You cannot hide your feelings, you know) so manifesfly unhappy. You still have trouble walking downstairs. No trouble at all--and somehow, this is sort of symbolic of you, Bill--walking upstairs.

Now, thank heaven, you're active again--as ever was. A kind of a bug, indeed, for working out in the gym, taking dance lessons, keeping on the go. . . .

You like to go to the movies and we do go--when we can get a sitter--quite often. You especially like June Allyson. You think she's "awfully cute".

You're not the kind of fellow who thinks of sending flowers, bringing home little presents, etc. But you never forget me on my birthday, which is April 18 (Yours is May 21 and what do the readers of horoscopes make of that?) and when you bring little presents, they are not little presents and when you do send flowers, if's lots of flowers, gardens of flowers, masses of them. . . .

You agree with me about not having servants in the house. You say, "I like my home too well to have someone strange prancing in and out. When we have a bigger house, which, all depends," you add, "on what happens in this business . . ."

We don't mix much with the movie crowd. We go to parties only when the studio tells us we have to. . . .

We like being at home, together . . . I guess this means . . . I know what it means. So do you.

[soft-pine]

my mom kicked my dad out when i was six. from then on, the time i spent with my dad was mostly spent being dragged to the car at odd hours in the morning to get driven for hours and hours (he'd never tell me how long) to get to locations that weren't revealed until the end. most often this was old civil war battle sights where the gruesome photography horrified me and the feeling that i was walking on the graves of so many people haunted me. during the car rides, he would tell me over and over how torn up he was about losing my mom. how i had to help him get her back somehow. he would say how only i was there for him - and i would have to be there for him - and i would want to be. he was my dad.

in the evenings i would sit on a crappy little cot in whatever motel we'd pulled over at and watch him drink his nightly beer to help him sleep and listen to him talk about my mom. and how it wasn't fair he'd lost her. and how no one ever really supported him enough and everyone left him and only i was ever there for him and how i always had to be cause he didn't have anyone else.

he had a list of all the people who'd failed him and all the communities it wasn't worth spending time with because they were all fakes who couldn't be trusted. but sometimes still, he'd bring me to his strange friends falling-down split-level houses with cars sinking into their lawns and i'd sit patiently on gritty, smelly couches from the 70s listening to them talk about their grievances in the other room while staring at the sunlight trying to creep under the closed blinds.

both my parents were christians but my dad didn't believe in going to church because he said it was all full of fakers. but at my mom's church, they told me that it was my responsibility to try to save every single person i met. they made it clear that in every interaction i had, i had to carry the weight of that person's whole life - their soul - and make sure i did everything to convince them to believe in jesus so they wouldn't go to hell. and i did it. i didn't want them to go to hell.

both my parents were poor. and i remember how ashamed i was of wanting things or telling them because i knew they couldn't afford it. my mom tried to protect me from this knowledge but my dad always complained how he never had money. how he wanted to get me nice things but couldn't - how he wanted to get himself nice things but couldn't. he used to ask me to give him things i had so he could have them - as a joke, he would say. as a joke. i remember the day he took me to a jewelry store to sell the engagement ring my mom had returned to him. i sat and watched the watches spin in their little display case.

i always wanted to be a mechanic. i loved classic cars. their shape. their sound. when i was a toddler, i used to put a hotwheels on the couch cushions and then crawl under the couch and pretend i was fixing the car from below.

when i was 16, i dropped out of high school and got a GED. the future never really felt real to me. i could never really picture making it there. figured at some point i'd just /stop/. but i did really like baking & eating pies.

around that time, i also started writing fic. some weird cross-over shit with self-insert characters and no intended to be shared with anyone blah blah. but it was helpful to process my own experiences. eventually, the fic culminated in the revelation of an evil, capricious god who was trying to control the whole narrative - and specifically the protagonist's sacrificial-lamb-core, chronically-resurrected suffering - and had to be broken free from.

i'm gay but i didn't know and i got married cause that's what my family wanted from me and i didn't know and i thought something was wrong with me. and i loved them, i did. because love is very big and has so much room in it beyond sexual attraction but something was wrong. and i thought it was me.

and i've been so mad at my dad for so many years but if i think about this story he told me where these bullies broke the lemonade stand he built as a kid, i start to cry. every time. and want to fix it for him and want to fix it for him and want to fix it for him.

anyway then i watched supernatural.

[animatedjen]

Hi! So I am relatively new to the Jedi games but became so quickly and deeply obsessed, and seeing another user send you a headcanon has inspired me to share one too, because I have no one I can talk about this stuff with IRL, haha. I guess a warning that it's kinda nsfw (like, VERY mildly), so it's TOTALLY okay if you don't want to post this.

Ever since finishing the game I've been thinking so much about Merrin and Cal and how their relationship will change now that they've admitted and embraced the fact that they have feelings for each other. Part of me for a while was thinking maybe Cal had his "first time" with someone he met through the Rebellion in the five-ish years between Fallen Order and Survivor, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt that it would be more in character for him to uphold the part of the Jedi code that forbids romantic attachments. Like, he was just so focused on fighting the Empire that even when a slight interest in a person did arise within him, he convinced himself that it was not only against the code, but a distraction from the fight. So, he pushed all those feelings away.

This leads me to my headcanon that Cal's first time is with Merrin after the events of Survivor. While I don't have lots of specifics in mind as to when or how it comes about, I imagine that when it does happen, it is the softest, slowest, sweetest first time in the history of first times. I like the idea of Cal, this person who dives headfirst into everything and (as Cameron once said himself) "kind of likes to fight," just being incredibly thoughtful and deliberate and maybe even nervous about allowing himself to be that vulnerable with another person. Like, all these powerful emotions and powerful physical feelings would be overcoming him, and the sheer magnitude of it all would cause him to slow down and ask Merrin to lead the way, and he'll follow, so that he knows he's not hurting her or taking things too fast.

And Merrin, who is always ribbing him and teasing him and having silly banter about who's stronger, who's faster, etc., abandons all of that during their first time and is just purely kind, patient, attentive, and present with him, taking pleasure in taking the lead and cherishing the trust that he's put in her. And when it's over, I like to think they just lay together talking quietly for who knows how long, with Cal holding Merrin tight against him and Merrin tracing her fingers along his skin, maybe along his tattoo or his scars, while they tell each other stories and pretend like they'll never have to get up and leave this wondrous place <3

My offline Star Wars community is pretty small, so it's nice to have people on here to share ideas with :) So glad you enjoy the Jedi games!!

There's a lot of narrative weight to Cal and Merrin: the Nightsister massacre being led by a lightsaber (Grievous), the manipulation from Malicos, the Jedi views of attachment and dark magick. They're both survivors of a war that destroyed their families, and they take turns helping each other heal and grow.

Almost every main character in FO/Survivor is a foil to Cal in some way - but unlike all these fallen Jedi, Merrin looks to the future and finds new purpose while still honoring her past. I think that's something Cal really admires in her.

I love the trust and steadiness that they have together regardless of romantic attraction. Admittedly I haven't read Battle Scars and didn't go into Survivor wanting a relationship for Cal, so I may not be the best person to share intimacy headcanons with?? But I'm supportive of the story Respawn wants to tell, and recognize the weight/importance of their connection when it comes to Jedi 3. These tags on my recent post are kind of where I'm at:

Also Star Wars is very much lacking in the "healthy relationship that LASTS and no one DIES" department so if these two can break the trend, that'd be great 🙌

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

Hi! For the WIP ask:

I'm sorry I gotta ask about and i've been tryin' not to feel it it's one of my fave JJK fics!

Specifically, how'd you come up with the overall concept and plot points in the fic? Is it inspired by anything from your own life experiences or solely the JJK source material?

Also: Is there anything in particular you keep in mind when you write Yuuji and Meg's characterization in the fic? Cuz you're one of the few writers who I think captures them PERFECTLY so tell me all ur secrets >:)

Thank you :D

Omg thank you so much, I'm so happy that you're enjoying it so far!!! This ask made me smile so big when I got it, this is exactly what I wanted to talk about for aibtntfi!!! warning, this will be a very long post lol. I'll explain further below the cut~

The overall concept was actually from me just daydreaming about what a regular itfs meeting would be life if they met in completely normal circumstances. I was still in college when I started writing this fic, and writing high school age setting feels unnatural to me now, so I just aged them up to make it easier on myself and more fun for me to write! This fic was also intended to only be a one shot, but..... then I thought of some cute little plotlines and rolled with it lol.

First off, I'm not gonna lie, I think a lot of jjk/itfs fics get them wrong—both their characterizations and their relationship.

I was determined to write my boys accurately, or at least as accurately characterized as I can imagine them being in a normal modern world! I couldn't picture Megumi being outgoing, or very willing to actively attempt to get to know anyone outside his current friend group, so I had to think of a way to get itfs to interact in a way that seemed natural and not forced.

Megumi has never been a problem for me to write. He's my favorite character, and I've loved him since the anime first started airing in 2020 and back then NOBODY gave a fuck about him (at least in my social circles). It felt like I was his sole fan, so I've always had a pretty good grasp on his character and personality due to having to defend my boy to the ends of the earth.

Something I've had to do to ensure that I keep him accurate is have little check ins. Whenever I write a chapter, I'll usually have a somewhat linear outline of what I want to put down, so I'll imagine if I could see canon Megumi saying/doing/thinking the same things as au Megumi. Obviously it's not a 1-to-1 (an au will immediate make a character different simply because of setting), but it does help!

For example, when itfs first met I couldn't imagine canon Megumi instantly fawning over him or getting googly eyes over him. That's just not my boy.

But I could imagine canon Megumi being slightly flustered and feeling mildly distressed when talking to a cute boy he just met and probably doesn't want to find as cute and interesting as he does. In a world where you can die on any mission you're sent on, Megumi likes having some feeling of control over himself and his reactions to things. That's why when he suddenly found himself inexplicably attracted to Yuuji for seemingly no apparent reason it distressed him; it's an emotion he doesn't typical find himself feeling strongly about and is more than likely in control of 24/7. That lack of control over his emotions is what causes him to begin to freak himself out and snap at Yuuji, becoming the catalyst for the entire fic.

Overall, Megumi is blunt, opinionated yet understated, responsible, petty, and he's kind of mean!!!! I mean that last one in the most affectionate way!!! He's constantly ready to insult or knock characters down a peg, but he's clever about it! He's a very emotionally complex character as well. He cares far more about things than he'd ever let on, and he's jaded as fuck. He has a very realistic (and slightly cynical) look at the world. He's extremely intelligent but has difficulty full expressing himself without wanting to put a gun to his head.

He's also a massive cutie! He's very quiet about his interests, but he does have love and passion for them. He adores his sister, unfortunately loves his friends and Gojo, and tries to maintain a level head and clear mind as much as he can while keeping a firm grip on what he deems realistic.

I also needed to imagine how the characters would have matured since I aged them up. 15 year old Yuuji does not have the emotional intelligence that 20 year old Yuuji does, and I needed to acknowledge that change. A 20 year old man should not be as immature as a 15 year old, not matter how closely you're attempting to maintain characterization.

Yuuji is much more difficult character for me to write. He's much more at ease with himself and the world around him, so it's a struggle to think of how he'd respond to others in different situations. Overall he's very understanding and sympathetic to others, but I think he also has a hard time knowing how to respond to them! With his older age in my fic, it was odd writing Yuuji with the emotional intelligence of a 20 year old because he just doesn't have that level at 15. That was a concession I had to make because writing 20 year old Yuuji that immature felt cringy and distasteful.

He's a silly guy! He likes to joke and mess around, but he's still capable of being serious. The balance between them is one of the harder parts of writing good Yuuji characterization, in my experience. A key part of his character is that he wants to be helpful. He's very easygoing and ready to provide assistance to anyone who might need it, sometimes even to the detriment of himself or others (in a damaging to their pride way).

The dynamic between the two is like gravity. There's something that somehow keeps them orbiting around each other no matter how hard one might attempt to break away from the other. They long to be near each other and don't know exactly how to define what they are to each other, they just are.

I can 100% get behind the idea that Megumi would be instantly drawn/attracted to Yuuji. That's more-or-less what happens in canon, so why would an au be any different? But the thing is, Megumi does not want to befriend Yuuji initially. He's civil with Yuuji, but he obviously doesn't care about being neighborly or getting on Yuuji's good side with the blunt-bordering-on-rude way he acts in the beginning of the manga.

I full leaned into that. I could absolutely see Megumi being irritated that he find this this stupid, kind, loud boy that he doesn't know frustratingly cute and I thought it would be a funny premise to get this little subtly tsundere boy to kiss a cute boy at the end of the night and get a boyfriend. That, in fact, did not end up happening and it instead stretched to them pining for each other for 14 chapters straight.

Yuuji is obviously far more outgoing than Megumi, so I had to play into that. He doesn't mind interacting and conversing with strangers, but he also doesn't really go out of his way to fully befriend them, so I needed another external force to really pique his interest in Megumi.

Megumi's resistance to chatting up with Yuuji is what draws the latter in. There's a deep curiosity engrained in Yuuji, because at his core he truly loves learning about things! I leaned into his curiosity for Megumi as a way to show that side of his character as well using it as a natural meet cute and spark.

When it comes to dialogue and interactions, I try to keep it as natural as I can! If I could picture a young adult have saying what they do or having a similar conversation then I know I've done my job! Repeating dialogue out loud or in your head REALLY helps. It helps your brain catch weird inflections or inconsistencies when just typing it out might not.

My final ace in the hole is my wonderful beta reader @kattythingz . They keep me in check for that sort of thing! They'll happily call me out if they think a line of dialogue sounds weird or that a character wouldn't say or act a certain way, and it's saved my ass over and over again. If you have people around you who are willing to read and can be honest about that sort of thing, then use them!!! You won't get better if people are sparing your feelings.

[trahoalai]

zodiac war lgbt hcs and ship opinions but only for the characters I like

the twins:

I don't give a fawkkkkk about these two their back to back episodes were so hard to get through 🧎🧎🧎 I don't ship them I don't ship anyone with them

rip though they would have loved bullying little kids on roblox

the rat:

he's like fifteen, hates the warriors for being evil and his classmates for being happy. orientation aside he's too cynical to wanna date ppl. he'd have a burner account to stalk couples on social media and pray on their downfall. but no group chat to talk shit with 💔💔💔

the tiger:

tbh her and ox feel kinda forced.....I like it when it's one-sided lol

she's the type to like. casually toss out the phrase "my girlfriend/girlfriends" and ur like ?????? pls be gay pls be gay 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

once I saw ship art of her and boar like omg :0 thats so real I just feel like they would be so fun together. it's easier to get under boar's skin. like bother ox all u want he's not gonna respond to it

the sheep:

he's got a wife and kids and grandkids idfk man leave him alone

the monkey:

luv her :D I wish she werent depicted as motherly all the time just bc she's nice and cares for the rat and can bake. like her line of work is sm more important to her than a domestic life with her white bread boyfriend!!!!!!!

she's bi, I think I've read like one fanfic of her and rabbit that was pretty endearing. other than that I have been a boar and monkey truther literally since I was eleven reading the first chapter of the manga btw plssss don't let ur eleven year old kid read/watch this

the dog:

I hate this motherfucker Im sorrryyyyy I'll get to the characters I like in a second. I was pretty shocked to find out I'm like his only hater though, then again the fanbase consists of like four ppl lmao

he's like the embodiment of those wolf drawings where they're riding motorbikes and tearing off shirts. "side effects may include death, death, and horrifically violent death 😈" ← grown ass man

the chicken:

her and dog are a stretch for me 😬 their "pact" was so tense like they were both just playing nice while waiting for an opportunity to exploit and betray each other. they're more like.........annoying siblings that are always at each other's throats 👍 and I feel like she uses she/they

she reminds me of charlotte and lime from witch's heart. n those two are so gay. I thought chicken's death and devotion to monkey who she had just met was pretty sad. n gay

this diva:

everytime I see like a maneater, boycrazy type girl character I assume it's bc she's in denial about her attraction to women. ik she would be pissedddd if she caught feelings for monkey or tiger

there was this one fic with her and horse too which I thought made a lot of sense like it's more obvious with him but they both kinda have low self esteem and push their feelings aside to achieve what they want. boar doesn't have much of an identity outside of seeking validation from her parents and romantic partners. and I have many thoughts about why horse is Like That ☝️🤓 they see each other 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

the ox:

ppl that ship boar and ox, tbh I see the vision. they would make a good power couple

I don't like the ox that much -_- I see his appeal but it's not for me. too mysterious. even after reading the light novel I feel like I can't follow his line of thinking, he feels so removed from the rest of the characters. they hype him up soooo much and he's just like 🗡️🧍‍♂️

he's like everybody's wife I've seen him shipped with so many ppl

m y man my man my mannnnnnnn 💖💞🥰💗💕💓💓:

srry had a little moment of weakness there ✌️ anyways. what if this horse was transgender :0 the alienation (never stated but we can all see how awkward he is around ppl right) the shitty teenage years and how he doesn't "ever want to feel that way again" and then in the novel his body after all his procedures and bs training is seen as a point of pride. I could have sworn there was something about how he was like. almost religiously devoted??

tumblr keeps not saving the rest they don't want me to speak my truth </3 see his whole thing was about how he lost one fight and that can never happen again.....why. boar and chicken have some pretty rigid expectations for themselves bc of their upbringings. but the horse is willingly putting himself through this and for what lmao

doesn't make him a better fighter 😃 he acknowledges that ox is the best but never tries to emulate him. maybe bc ox is seen as a natural 🤨 and yeah I do think he has a lil crush. unreciprocated bc it's ox

he doesn't care about what others think so where did his desire to be like this come from. I feel like he's building himself with rlly skewed ideas of how to be a man. "men are not weak" "men do not lose" "men don't show feelings or vulnerability" does any of this make sense

lucky it doesn't work :> or unlucky ig rip king we (I) miss u everyday 🕊️

ox and horse is an okay ship it makes a lot of sense. personally I'm rooting for horse to overcome his fears and successfully beat ox up also I can't think of the two of them without that ferdinand audio thats like "see this 😘 is the beautiful horses side. and that 🤢 is the stinky bull side. beautiful horses stay here 👇 and u ugly beasts stays over there 🫵‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ don't even think about coming to our side ✨"

the rabbit:

I like him and boar :> the first battle was pretty good I feel like its overlooked bc ppl forget. idk the way she was humoring him and sized him up, they play off each other pretty well. some of the ship content feels ooc though </3 these are two incredibly violent characters

even without the outfit, rabbit is so gnc idk I thought I would have more to say about that but he just is