#Like Mimi is painfully awkward

[firedragon1321]

Oh boy. Here comes the hard part.

The next two kids are gonna be really tough to make meta for. Then we have Izzy (who's painfully easy), TK (gonna be tough to totally circumvent Matt, but doable) and Kari (oh boy...I have WORDS). But Joe/Mimi really only interact with Tai when there's no-one else around (like Princess Karaoke) so excuse any kerfuffles.

Though Joe does have more to talk about near the start of the series.

In the very beginning, Tai and Joe did interact more. Along with Matt, they were in the running for group leader. Tai has a take-charge, simple approach (i.e.- we're doing this right now) while Joe believes leadership is his responsibility as the eldest. What actually happened were fights where nothing got done, and someone else (usually Sora) had to scrape up the pieces. Notably, when Tai and Matt butted heads, it often fell down to Joe to untangle them.

They're two different styles of leadership- one based on action, the other on responsibility. Could Joe have been leader? Maybe. But he would have played it too safe, especially in the beginning. That would have worked for the first few episodes, where survival was the goal. Once "getting home alive" became "save two worlds", more risks were required. And that's where Tai's leadership style becomes the better option.

It's not that Joe can't take risks ever. Rather, he makes himself the only risk to protect the others, such as when he nearly drowned trying to save TK. Tai does this too against Piedmon. The rules of their leadership styles differ, but the core is the same.

As for their friendship? Eh. After the early leadership struggles, they only interact after a "let's split up gang". I do have to praise Adventure for splitting the group in awkward ways so we can see how each character interacts with every other.

(I didn't talk much about Princess Karaoke here because I need it for Mimi.)

Edit- Forgot to tag @taichiyagamiweek.

[brainrot-yumm]

OKAY OKAY OKAY BUT GUYS I feel like everyone is sleeping, in a COMATOSE dare I say, on the concept of a smitten Mr. L interacting with Count Bleck and his minions.

Like when Mr. L comes back after his first interaction with the Guys, he’s already loudly gushing over Bowser (cause of course the crush sticks through the brainwashing). And Count Bleck hates it so much. He is SO UTTERLY bitter over even the concept of romance happening between the two, which is really weird for him since he’s usually just brooding about that kind of thing. He condemns even the thought and refuses to let L do anything with the heroes without Dimentio supervision (which, well, for lore reasons he was gonna do that anyway). It’s crazy unfair and everyone is super confused by it.

(cough it’s because Blumiere very much sees himself in Ouigi, what with the very intense “tragically separated Romeo Juliet” vibes that Bowuigi tends to have, and wants to stop it before things progress any more and someone kills one of the two to keep the sides black and white [not that he’s talking from experience or anything hahaha]. And also he’s bitter he doesn’t have that chance anymore cough)

This of course culminates into a bit near the end where Bleck, now aware of the whole pixl situation and currently deciding that omnicide isn’t the best idea anymore, lets a back-to-normal Weegie know that the whole crush thing is fine and he actually endorses it now, just be careful about that whole thing and understand that the hatred of others isn’t (usually) the fault of lovers, and also interspecies relationships aren’t weird lol. He tells him this in public. Like with everyone there. Like with Bowser there. It’s painfully awkward.

The other henchmen would be great reactors too. I feel like at least one of them (probably O’Chunks) would be extremely against it for the sole reason that Bowser’s married, and endorsing affairs are the only thing he really draws the line about. Mimi would adore the gossip (they would totally hang out together to gush about crushes). Dimentio would. Nothing would really change with him except that when he first hears about it he’s silent for a hot second, no change in facial expression, before just going “ah.” and then continuing on n pretending it never happened. And Nastasia would literally not care since she thinks they’re all idiots (to be fair though, all of them think that they’re the smart one of the group. Except O’Chunks. He knows he isn’t). Continue thinking about this concept at your discretion.

All I’m saying is that Bowser gets so many interactions with his fam during most Bowuigi fics, and Luigi really doesn’t have that much in comparison. He deserves some interactions. Even if they’re from sucky people. ESPECIALLY if they come from my favorite game in existence.

[cakejerry]

i’ve always thought jk is incapable of behaving in a friendly way with jm publicly hence why he tends to be awkward/cold because if he lets himself act naturally he would be all over Mimi and i don’t’ care if i sound delusional. some jkkrs trying to find all sorts of excuses and explanations when this is the most logical one. it’s just painfully obviously how he’s controlling himself so much to the point that’s it’s not looking natural at all. no one’s gonna make me believe he’s this cute puppy clinging to his hobi hyung, hugging seokjin watching jm on live for an hour but suddenly in person he’s so standoffish only with jm and for what? ppl saying he’s uncomfortable and doesn’t like Mimi are plain dumb. 4 years into this fandom, i still stand by it, that guy is touchy af privately and he has it bad for jm. he’s just not comfortable letting himself go yet. i wish he would stop overthinking it tbh it’s a bit annoying like come on trust yourself a bit more jk, is it this hard to control yourself when it comes to jm? makes me wonder what happens behind closed doors tbh. wouldn’t be surprised if he tends to be a bit suffocating at times. and yes i think he used to have a tendency to jealousy and being a bit too territorial though i think he got better with time. yes i might be delusional judge me all you want my opinion hasn’t changed in all those years. anyway, sorry for the rant, he annoys me sometimes

period anon speak your truth

[indigoelfinspirit]

Love Day Daisy

                                Mimi is so awkward, but they’re really trying

he is absolutely head over heels for Blaze. 

[fruitymimi]

Hii, um, this is my first time requesting something like this. I was wondering if you could do a kink fanfic for Shigaraki x Female!Reader, with 9, 13, and 19? Thank you! And I love your work!💖

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pairing; tomura shigaraki x fem!reader

word count; 2.2k

warnings; cursing, smut, degradation, tomura calls reader filthy and dumb, hate sex

kinks used;

9. Breeding

13. Degradation

19. Hate Sex

mimis thoughts; here the reader is overhaul’s assistant w/ a cat quirk, but i don’t think i really mention anything cat like?? also this is LONG overdue, as well as some other requests,,, im gonna try and get caught up

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“How the hell am I supposed to work with her?” Tomura groaned, throwing his head back almost like a child, “She’s always complaining and always says something about how I run my organization!” He ranted, his brows furrowed.

He spoke as if she wasn’t right in front of him. “It’s getting to the point of where I don’t even care about what Overhaul says. I want her fucking gone,” Tomura stomped his foot, crossing his arms.

Finally, Dabi had chimed in. “Shiggy,” he called, looking at him, “You need to relax and talk it out with her. We have to get this job done, after that, you can do whatever you want.” He whispered, reminding him of the purpose of her being in their hideout.

She sat back on the raggedy couch, a smile on her lips as she looked at him. She’d be lying if she said Tomura didn’t look absolutely sexy when he was fuming like he was. “Really? Am I that hard to work with, Shiggy?” She mocked the nickname, dragging her nails against the soft, worn out cushion.

Tomura snapped his head over to her. His pale skin was now burning red, obviously from how angry he was. The only thing keeping him from lunging at her was the League. He let out a huff. “Let me talk to her alone,” Tomura said, looking up at Dabi.

Dabi pursed his lips, nodding his head. He was in no place to argue, nor did he care about whatever Tomura was planning to do or say to her. He led the rest out, making sure they closed the door behind them.

After the door was closed, the silence in the room was almost sickening. Tomura was just staring at her, no signs of sympathy in his red eyes. It was almost like you could cut the thick tension in half with a knife.

“Well,” she broke the awkward silence, her eyes nervously scanning his face, “if there’s something you want to say to me, say it now-“

“I don’t like you.” he deadpanned, walking over to stand in front of her on the couch.

She tilted her head, her eyes forming a squint. “Well damn, tell me how you really feel, jeez.”

“You’re not that smart, you act like you’re entitled, and you’re a bitch.” he continued, taking the harmless expression to an extreme.

“I’m a who?” Her tone changed when he called her that name, her arms crossed over her chest.

“A bitch. You. Are. A. Bitch.” Tomura punctuated each word with a step closer to her, his legs caught between hers where she was seated on the couch. 

She looked up at him, flying to her feet to cancel as much power he had in that moment, a fast, thoughtless decision, really. “Yeah? I’m a bitch? You won’t do anything about it, though. You can call me a bitch all you want, you’re still bark and no bi-”

She was cut off by his long fingers clasping around her throat, the absence of his pinkie really giving no relief to the stinging sensation around her neck. Her airways were immediately cut, resulting in a choked out gasp erupting from her throat.

“No bark and no bite? Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” Tomura gave her a cocky smile, “I could kill you right here, you wouldn’t stop me, would you?” She could feel butterflies thumping in her stomach as she made eye contact with the villain. “You’re sick,” she snarled, her hand clenching around his wrist, “You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“And you’ve convinced yourself that why...?” he peered down at her, “I could do anything I wanted to you and not one of the people in here would bat an eye.” he pouted his lips.

She looked almost offended, “Yeah? Prove it. Do something to me.”

After staring at each other for so long, it was almost like instinct. Something you’d see in a movie. Tomura’s lips pressed against Y/N’s, the two sets of lips clashing against each other. 

Surprisingly, Tomura’s lips were softer than they looked. His body was barely pressed against hers, but he radiated so much warmth despite his cold demeanor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hands fall to her hips.

He broke the kiss, his lips bruised red. “Take off your clothes,” he told her, sitting down on the couch with his legs open. He tugged on her wrist when she was finished, pulling her to sit on his lap. “You know something, Y/N...?” he kissed down her neck, lips trailing down to her collarbone, “You sure did get undressed fast. Almost makes me think you’ve wanted this for a long time. Did you?” He raised a brow, his breath hot against her neck.

She put her hands on his shoulder to balance herself, her eyes fluttering shut as she nodded her head. “And so what if I was..?”

Tomura’s eyes flickered up to meet hers, “You’re still running your mouth? What a stupid slut you are. Open,” he tapped on her lips, his two fingers sliding into her mouth, “I’ll shut you up.”

Tomura pushed his fingers down her throat, abruptly pulling them out when he thought they were wet enough. He ran the two fingers down her clit, his lips attaching to her neck once more. He pressed the fingers at her hole, teeth biting down on the sensitive skin.

Her lips parted, nails instantly digging into his shoulder blades. His fingers sunk into her hole, a desperate moan ripping itself out of Y/N’s throat. He smiled against her skin, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“That’s fucking right,” he said, the sound of her pants and gasps sent tingles straight to his cock. He slowly began to move his fingers in and out of her, the slow and agonizing drag of the digits made her grow more and more desperate for him. “Barely got anything inside of you and you’re already acting like a fucking whore.”

The pads of his fingers curled, pressing into her sensitive spot. She arched into him, eyes fluttering shut as the sensation. She rocked her hips against his fingers, grip tightening on his shoulders. 

“I want you to beg for this cock.” he whispered against her, fingers not slowing down, “And I want everyone to hear you. Hear how you instantly became a whiny bitch for me, yeah? You’re already so desperate,” he teased. He was right, it was like her pussy was already gushing around his two fingers.

Tomura loved the way she got embarrassed, the way her hole fluttered around his fingers, how she let out pathetic whimpers at each curl of his fingers.

“I want your cock so badly,” she whined out, biting down on her bottom lip so hard she thought it’d bleed.  Had she not been so distracted by his assault on her g-spot, she would have noticed the way his cock pressed painfully against his zipper, aching to just fill her tight cunt already.

Tomura hummed against her skin. “Yeah? Say it again for me. I want to hear you beg for this cock,” he quickened his pace, tongue licking over the newly made bruises against the soft flesh of her neck. He swiped his thumb over her clit, watching her face twist in pleasure at the blissful feeling. “If you can cum on my fingers, I’ll let you choke on this cock while I think about fucking that slutty pussy of yours,” he said to her.

She clenched around the two digits, feeling her muscles tighten and then finally relax. Her orgasm came washing over her, pussy gushing easily at his words. She hated to admit it, but the absolute humiliation he put her through aided her orgasm, sending aftershocks through her body, down to her sensitive clit.

Tomura pulled out his fingers, “Fucking filthy,” he spat, “Get between my legs.” he demanded, finally unzipping his pants and slid them off along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, the angry red tip slapping against his stomach when the cold air finally hit it. “Open your mouth.”

She did as he said, feeling Tomura wrap her hair around his hand, lowering her mouth down onto his cock. She closed her eyes, relaxing her throat so she could take him deeper.

Tomura wasted no time, hips bucking upward to find a steady pace. He began thrusting into her mouth, his head thrown back on the couch as he let out quiet, choked out grunts of ecstasy. He loved the way she sounded gagging on his cock, the way she couldn’t fit it all in her mouth, but it didn’t stop her from taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips.

Tomura bit his lip, eyes trained on her lips. They puckered around his cock, drool pooling out of her mouth as she worked wonders with her tongue. “Open your eyes, I wanna see your face,” he said, looking down at her. 

She opened her eyes, tears brimming at the rims as she took his cock. 

“That’s right, good girl...” he fought a smile, his cheeks blushed with a pretty red color, “Suck my cock, show me how much you like it... Show me how much of a slut you really are.” he teased, pushing her head down to lower her even farther.

She did as he said, hollowing her cheeks around him, letting out little whimpers to send vibrations up his cock, maintaining eye contact with the villain above her. 

“If they were to see you,” he said in reference to the other villains, “They’d think you’re just a little whore. A filthy, nasty cumslut. You were made for this cock, weren’t you? Bet you can’t wait for me to fill up this pussy, can you? Can’t wait for me to destroy you and leave you breathless, huh...?”

She nodded her head, eyes looking up at him for pity. Tomura lifted her head, tugging her off of his cock. “Stand up.” he told her.

She did as he said, watching him stand from his seat on the couch. “Lay on the couch on your hands and knees,” he pushed at the back of her kneecaps.

When she did, Tomura went behind her, hands gripping at her hips. He lined himself up with her hole, tip rubbing against her slit to spread the slick around her cunt.

His cock sank into her, a sigh exiting both of their lips as he bottomed out. He didn’t exactly take it slow, as he wasn’t a patient person and it wouldn’t stop just for Y/N. He wanted her to feel like his slut, he wanted her to know that she was his slut.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” he said, loosening his right grip on her hips so she could match his pace, “Make yourself cum on me.”

She rocked her hips back into him, hands gripping at the pillows to keep herself balanced. The stretch of his cock felt euphoric, the sudden fullness satisfied her in ways she couldn’t have even imagined.

“Don’t you feel gross? Fucking yourself against me where everybody else can see... Bet you’d like it if I came inside of you, you’d let me breed you, huh?” Tomura slapped the fat of her ass, watching the skin jiggle and bounce with each thrust, “Gonna fuck yourself stupid on my cock, aren’t you? I want you to barely remember your name while I fuck this pussy, watch you go dumb for this cock.” His word were like acid, each insult going straight to her cunt, adding to the pleasure of his cock.

Each time he spoke, it made her pussy throb. “I want you to— fuck,” she bit down on her lip, a moan ripping from her throat, “I want you to ruin me, please,” she begged, cunt fluttering around his dick.

“How disappointing d’you think it’d be if people found out the villain terrorizing their town got put in their place almost immediately? How fucking dumb you would look if they saw you. The girl they’re scared of getting fucked until she’s crying ‘cause of my cock, pretty little cunt just begging to be filled with my cum, yeah?”

She let out a sob, eyes crossing as he rammed into her from the back. Tomura’s filthy words were almost enough to send her over the edge again.

“Gonna cum on my cock? Do it.” He said, no intention on slowing his rough thrusts.

She clenched around him, her release gushing out onto his cock. Her cunt fluttered around him, eyes crossing, tongue drooling out of her mouth as she came.

Tomura closed his eyes, helping her through her orgasm with his rough thrusts. He could feel his own release approaching, but he wanted her to be completely focused on his cock.

She whimpered, “Cum in me. I want you to breed me and claim my pussy as yours,” she begged, looking up at him through her lashes, “Make me your stupid slut.”

Tomura’s thrusts grew sloppier, his eyes slowly closing from the feeling. He came inside of her, painting her insides white just like she’d asked. He could feel her cunt swallowing in his cum, both of them catching their breath, calming down from orgasms.

After awhile, Tomura pulled himself out of her, watching the cum drip from her hole, a thin line of sweat beading at his hairline.

She laid down on the couch, turning onto her back.

“You know,” Tomura began, ignoring her pants, “I don’t think i’m quite finished with you.”

[supop]

not y'all hating on yoonmin putting out think pieces like that. jm is the sweetest person ever and he doesn't deserve solos or ot6 whiners like you. yoongi is probably WITH mimi right now ❤️ painting yoongi as a villain. are you dumb? bringing up the soop rooming as if it means anything, don't you trust your bias? & you think relationships like this twitter. com/agustdidas/status/1431618902132281349?s=19 is peak? yoonmin are just more mature. get off jimin's dick and stay mad b*tch 😘🖕

I can’t trust anything that comes out of the mouth of someone who uses the middle finger emoji. It’s giving underaged rat.

“Yoongi is probably with MIMI right now.” Okay and? Did Yoongi not decline Jimin’s request to room with him or is your head far too up your own ass? What’s there to trust? The moment was caught in 4K.

“Yoonmin are just more mature” so they bicker like two children to prove it to the world. We love to see it. Thanks for going out of the way to send me that old ass sope clip btw though. Since we’re on the topic of “ships” here’s 12 minutes of SOPE IN THE SOOP BEING THE BEST DOMESTIC COUPLE EVER. In contrast, I could quite literally count the number of yoonmin Soop moments on one hand. Hopefully there’s more content of them in season 2 to continue feeding your misplaced delusions. I’m sorry you can’t relate to genuine friendships so you use bickering as sign of peak maturity. Your personal relationships must be in absolute shambles if that’s how you view things.

Also, here’s almost 20 minutes of SOPE BEING CUTE ON VLIVE. And how many vlives does yoonmin have together? Oh that’s right NONE. I wonder why…. :( Honestly that whole YouTube channel is full of SOPE content so have fun watching it all until it makes you blue in the face. Also here’s 2020 Memories SOPE with Hoseok sending Yoongi a coffee truck as a form of encouragement and Yoongi even saying they look like a couple and their cute video call. Meanwhile Yoongi didn’t even bother acknowledging Jimin when he came to visit him on set :( and every single yoonmin moment is caught in 140p WITH fanmade captions included, that or it’s painfully awkward :( Truthfully, I don’t care about ships but if we’re being objective here, you’d be an idiot to think Yoongi is closer to Jimin than he is with Hoseok. Overall, you sound like a dunce and all the emojis used make you sound even more idiotic. Then again I wouldn’t expect anything less from a dumb cunt like you.

If I were delusional I’d say the videos I linked are peak ship content (omg boyfies ❤️😘🖕🥰). If yoonminers even got a fraction of the content sopies(?) did you bitches would never stop talking about it. You’re lucky sopies(?) are so laid back and actually respect Yoongi and Hoseok’s personal space. If they were as vile as jikookers you hoes would never see the light of day. Maybe that’s why sope’s friendship continues to flourish meanwhile both yoonmin’s and jikook’s are in hell :)

“jm is the sweetest person ever and he doesn't deserve solos or ot6 whiners like you.” Says the anon with his balls halfway down their throat. “Sweetest person ever”? Well, it seems all this circumstantial evidence says otherwise. Thanks for coming to my blog to share your useless opinions. Feel free to stop by again anytime.

[girls-scenarios]

Just a Look

Idol: Yooa (Oh My Girl)

Prompt: I’m happy requests are open, I was thinking about a scenario with Ohmygirl Yooa x fem!reader where Yooa is very popular at school but the reader is not so much and they’re have been girlfriends for a while, they go to a party together and Yooa doesn’t give reader that much of attention for basic the whole party but not on purpose, which leads to the reader feeling kinda insecure, they talk about it and things get ok. You can also use the prompt “you’ve always felt like home to me”. Thank u 🥰

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I love writing for Oh My Girl but I hardly ever get requests for them so thank you! I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

Warnings: Underage partying and minor cursing

♡ Tip Jar♡

You had never been one for parties. Parties were just excuses for all the popular kids to get together and be rowdy and loud, and that just wasn’t your scene. You’d much rather go to the movies or hang out at the mall with your small group of friends and know that nothing crazy would happen. That was why, at first, you’d said no to going to this one. Nobody really wanted you there anyway. But your girlfriend had insisted.

“Come on, (Y/N), it’ll be so much fun! Please? Come for me?” Yooa had pouted at you with her big eyes, and you couldn’t say no. You’d agreed with a sigh, telling her that you’d go despite the nagging voice in your head telling you that this was a mistake. Even if you didn’t like parties, you’d still have Yooa there to make it fun. Right?

You had no idea how wrong you’d been. Now, you really wished you’d told her no.

This house party was stifling, and you stood in the corner, clutching your bottle of water tightly. It was much too loud, the lights were dimmed, and club music that you didn’t recognize was playing from a pair of huge neon speakers on one side of the room. Popular people you didn’t really know milled around, yelling and laughing and completely ignoring you, and you swallowed, looking down at the floor. You didn’t belong here. Not in this environment and not in this big house with missing parents and broken bottles of liquor littering the expensive carpet.

Yooa had disappeared into the fray only moments after the two of you stepped into the house together. Her friends had yelled her name and she’d laughed and yelled back at them, running into their arms and totally forgetting about you as they whisked her off, promising to show her something crazy. Without her, you were completely lost, and you’d shoved your hands into your pockets as you awkwardly stepped inside, looking around for an unoccupied corner or chair.

At some point, a small girl had shoved a water bottle into your hand, loudly yelling that everyone should stay hydrated, and you’d accepted it before stepping back into the corner, your heart pounding painfully against your chest.

This had all been a mistake. You didn’t even know where Yooa was. The most you’d seen her was when she’d rushed past with a friend, laughing and not even sparing you a glance. Something heavy twisted around your heart, and you kicked at the plastic cup that rolled over to your feet, dropped by some passerby. Why did she beg you to come if she was just going to abandon you? Did she just want to show you how much more popular she was than you?

No, that didn’t sound like Yooa. But you still felt annoyed and betrayed as you took a tentative sip of the water and glared at your feet. This was dumb.

“Yo, you okay? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.” An unfamiliar voice startled you, and you looked up to see a girl with short blonde hair and bangs looking at you, her eyebrows raised. She had a cute face, even if her frown was a little bit intimidating.

“Uh,” you searched your head for something to say, glancing around the party. Everyone else seemed to be having fun. You were the only one standing in the corner like a loser. You coughed to cover up your want to groan and nodded. “I’m good. I’m just gonna... go.” You turned to leave, but the girl’s eyes widened and she grabbed your arm.

“Wait, you’re the one who’s dating Yooa! (Y/N), right?”

You were surprised she even knew your name. Slowly, you nodded again. “That’s me.”

“She’d be sad if you just left.”

Once again, that annoyance reared it’s head, and you resisted the urge to sneer. “She won’t notice. She hasn’t noticed me all night.”

The girl’s frown deepened. “I don’t think she-.”

You’d heard enough. As gently as you could, you pulled your arm out of her grasp and gave her an awkward wave, cutting her off. “Have a good night, enjoy the party.”

She didn’t try to stop you this time. You weren’t sure how you felt about that as you made your way to the door, careful not to make eye contact with anyone.

As your hand landed on the doorknob, you heard Yooa’s laugh from somewhere behind you and swallowed. Then you turned the doorknob and walked out into the chilly night air.

She wasn’t going to notice your absence.

-

You’d been at home for an hour, comfortably curled up in your bed and trying to forget about everything, when Yooa finally called you. When her name appeared on your phone screen, you played with idea of not answering, but eventually gave in and put the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Where did you go?” Yooa’s tone was almost accusatory. “I looked for you everywhere and I couldn’t find you! Then Mimi tells me that you left without telling me! What’s up with that?” She sounded a bit tipsy, although you weren’t totally sure. With a sigh, you rubbed a hand over your face. Was she seriously blaming this on you?

“You disappeared and I couldn’t find you,” you said, working hard to keep your tone steady. You didn’t want to yell or cry over this. “I didn’t know anyone else, so I left.”

“You could have texted me! It was a party, I wanted you to come have fun, you didn’t have to just leave like that.”

Anger surged and you sat up, glaring at your wall. “Yooa, maybe disappearing into the depths of a house party is fun for you, but it wasn’t fun for me. You left me by myself without so much as a word and didn’t pay any attention to me afterwards. You snubbed me for all your popular friends and left me to fend for myself in an environment that you know I’m not comfortable in. I agreed to come because you begged me, but I had a terrible time and I wanted to go home. Plus, I was right. You didn’t notice that I left until an hour later. So I don’t think I’m the one who owes anyone an apology here.”

“(Y/N), you-.”

You cut her off, knowing that you couldn’t take any more of this tonight. “No. I don’t want to listen to any excuses. I’m upset and I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” With that, you hung up and flopped back down into your blankets, letting out a groan and closing your eyes. Part of you felt bad for getting angry, but the other part of you was still upset and hurt over being left out like you were. It stung to see Yooa ditch you for her popular friends.

For the people who were more like her than you were.

It opened up all your old insecurities about not being good enough for Yooa, and you almost felt like crying as you rolled over and stuffed your face into your pillow. You hoped sleep would help calm the twisting that you felt in your heart.

-

Unfortunately, you didn’t wake up feeling much better. Guilt and insecurity hung over your head as you sat up, recalled the memories of the night before. On your phone was a message from your girlfriend.

-Hey. Can we talk?

You didn’t feel as angry anymore, even if a part of you was still hurt. You let the text sit for a little longer as you got ready, though, avoiding it until you couldn’t anymore.

-Sure. When?

Her response came almost immediately.

-As soon as you can. My place?

-I’ll be there in a few minutes.

You felt a bit sick as you made the walk from your house to hers, your hands stuffed deep into your coat pockets to combat the chilly winter weather. When you got to her house, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

She answered immediately and stepped to the side, giving you space to come in. Her hair was in a neat ponytail, she wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she looked like she hadn’t slept much the night before. She’d evidently been worrying at her bottom lip, as it was split in a way that only happened around finals season. In front of you in her leggings and oversize sweater, she was just Yooa. The girl you’d fallen in love with over late night study dates, not the popular girl who always looked perfect.

“Um,” she started as she closed the door behind you. “I thought a lot about what you said last night...”

You glanced around. Her parents didn’t seem to be home, but you still felt awkward talking about this so openly. Sensing your nerves, she nodded towards her room. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Once inside the minimalist room with the pink rug you knew so well, she sat down on her bed and you sat down on her desk chair, making her grimace. You hadn’t sat across from her since the two of you had started dating, and you could tell the gesture unnerved her.

“So I thought a lot,” she continued, taking a deep breath and rubbing her hands on her leggings. “And I realized that what I did was really shitty.”

“You think?” You couldn’t help being a bit sarcastic.

“I’m sorry.” She winced. “I didn’t notice what I was doing. I’m so used to going to parties by myself or with other friends who go to parties that I forgot to think about you. I forgot to think about what you wanted, or if you were comfortable. I just went off with my friends thinking you would do the same. It was super shitty of me, and I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I swear.”

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, looking down at your hands. You hated fighting, but this couldn’t be avoided. “You just ditched me for your popular friends. It made me feel like I was nothing. It made me feel like you didn’t care as much about me because I’m not popular. I even thought that you might have ditched me because you didn’t think I was cool enough to be seen with.”

“No!” Yooa shook her head hard. “No, I’d never think like that. (Y/N), I love you for you!”

“It didn’t feel like that last night.”

“I know. I know it didn’t, and that’s why I’m apologizing. Because I know what I did was wrong. I didn’t think about your feelings and just assumed you’d have fun, even without me. I got distracted. I was stupid.” She looked like she might cry for a moment before she gathered herself again. “I wasn’t thinking right, and I had no place to get upset at you for leaving last night. Once I heard what you said, I couldn’t sleep, I felt so bad. My friends know you, (Y/N). I talk about you all the time, I swear. I’d never not want to be seen with you.”

You thought back to the girl-Mimi-and how she’d recognized you. Maybe she did talk about you to her friends after all. “I was really hurt,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know what to do to make up for it but please.” She stood from the bed and walked over to you, reaching out to hold one of your hands. “I’ll do whatever it takes to show how sorry I am. You feel like home to me. And I don’t want to lose you.” Her voice broke, and with that, you stood up, taking her into your arms and holding her tight. She hugged you back just as tightly, as if she were afraid you might leave, and your heart squeezed.

“Just one look. One acknowledgment. That’s all I need,” you whispered. “All I need is for you to pay attention to me too.”

“I will. I promise.”

After a moment, you pulled away and gave her a small smile. “And no more parties unless I know more than one person there.”

With a soft, watery laugh, she held up her pinky finger. “I’ll pinky-promise.” After linking her finger with yours, she looked at you hopefully. “Come sit by me on the bed? Please? We can talk this all out.”

The twisting was gone from your chest and you let out a sigh of relief, nodding your head. It was all going to work out okay. “I’ll come over there. But you owe me lots of cuddles.”

“Deal.”

[foureyedowl]

bloom for the character meme >;3

How I feel about this Character

I don’t think I can emphasize enough how much I absolutely LOVE this anxious and loving wreck of a dragon. The count is the first one out of the crew, and out of the entire game really, who I’ve immediately latched onto, honestly? I don’t know what about him it is, that caught my interest right away, but he sure did. Perhaps it was the heartache of his story. perhaps it was the idea, that his story is about loving, and being loved, which really spoke to me. I might’ve gotten a little too much overboard with the way I characterize him and formed his design into how he looks now, with the tail, snout and squish. But it speaks to me! And fact is that I’ve gotten very, VERY attached to him. As of now, I cannot and will not stop drawing and thinking about this squishy blue dweeb hehe

All the people I ship romantically with this Character

Timpani. Not a big surprise at all, I’m aware haha

But I simply love the marshmallow pair with all of my heart. Fluffy and buff werewolf lady dating a squishy, blue dragon? Adorable! Cute! I need more! The total dumpster fire that is my compilation of fluff drawings- almost solely rough sketches- is the direct result of me loving these two together so much. They can be very goofy around each other, as both of them are kinda silly by nature. Generally, they are very affectionate in their relationship, sappy as they are, though timpani usually wants some space for herself every now and then. she can be a little bit condescending towards bloom, especially pre-game, just because he’s very silly and bubbly and does come across as a sorta naïve kid, who needs someone to take care of him. While bloom can get too much for timpani to handle on her own. anxious dweebs is what they are, but they’re working on it.

Bloom and dimentio are sort of lowkey dating for a little bit, upon the clown joining the troupe, though bloom is also a bit oblivious to the fact that dimentio is flirting with him. so he doesn’t really view it as making out, whereas dimentio totally does. It goes pretty alright actually? With dimentio being in for mischief but not actively malevolent, and bloom a hopeless romantic and affection-starved blue boy, things are a bit awkward but not bad. they’re both nice to each other and both are kinda soft bois, so yeah. that is, until a certain point at least… I can see this working the best in the post game at some point, when both of them have started working on themselves. They can kinda bond over how they feel directionless in their identity and how they were both chained to the prognosticus in their respective ways. at that point, they’d both be calmer and more relaxed in their positions, and through their experiences they grew to be more understanding persons, generally, but also for one another.

My non-romantic OTP for this Character

My first thought for this would be mimi in all honesty? She’s one of the first people who doesn’t give a crap about how monstrous and scary the count looks and treats him solely on how he is as a person. Their love for each other, as a grampa and adopted grandkid, is fluid and unconditional. She thinks it’s kinda funny how much he obsesses over his silly book (that is…until a certain point at least) and just views him as a kinda weird and goofy granpa? Which, he is. Besides, she thinks his monster looks is actually really cool, which boosts bloom’s confidence at least a little bit. it sure makes him feel comfortable around her, and the other way around. She can be painfully direct, both in good and bad ways, and it can hurt bloom but it’s also something he needs.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Bloom is an anxious wreck and a trans icon! In short, he’s a disaster gay. And I love him dearly for it. I can also see him filling out a sort of mentor role for some stuff honestly? mimi, as she grows up, and experiments and questions stuff likely, she might go up to him first and foremost to talk with him about it. dimentio as well! he too has trouble finding his identity and who he is, and wants to be, specifically after he’s been freed from his chains that tied him to the dark prognosticus, and dealt with the consequences of his actions. And since bloom’s got experience with that, I feel like he would share some of that to help perhaps? It can be comforting to have someone who can relate to you and understand you in some way shape or form.

One thing I wish would happen/ had happened with this character in canon

I wish we could’ve seen him return somehow, somewhere, and see how he developed? Like, his road of redemption basically. Of course this wouldn’t work within like, only spm itself, the game had to end at some point after all. But it would’ve been kinda cool to see him, perhaps together with timpani, in another game, if only as a side note to see how he’s progressed and changed as a character? Character Development you know.

But that’s what we have fan work for, right X] 

(again. i apologize for being terribly late with this answer! life’s been...something. but i loved talking about The Boy hehe)

[acrimoniious]

muse: Invader Tak

BASICS

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? Tak is considered average height. She sits at exactly 5′0″. Although it is small compared to other species. It is pretty normal among Irken kind.  ▸ are they okay with their height? While height doesn’t exactly bother her personally -- height plays a huge role in the hierarchy of her species. Tak believes she is more than capable in taking roles that someone of her height isn’t often seen with. ▸ what’s their hair like? Tak does not have hair and neither does anyone of her race. However, while she does appear to have hair in her disguised human form. It is simply just not real. Despite this, it does take on a short, messy appearance. Something that won’t particularly be interesting or distinct among the human population. ▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? While she doesn’t necessarily spend too much of her time on this -- she does just enough to keep herself clean and professional.  ▸ does your muse care about their appearance? In some ways yes. It is entirely dependent on whether she is presenting herself to someone of higher power or not. If she were meeting with the control brains or the tallest. She’d 100% be straightening every wrinkle in her uniform and making sure her antennas are properly curled.   ▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? If she feels they are inferior -- no. Only those who are above her are worth worrying and/or caring about.

PREFERENCES

▸ indoors or outdoors? Outdoors. After being trapped in her training quarters for many days on planet Devastis during a power outage. She had grown to hate places that entrap or surround her. ▸ rain or sunshine? Sunshine. After learning that Earth’s acidic rainwater burns her skin -- sunshine will always be her preferred choice. ▸ forest or beach? Forest. Less people inhabit these areas.  ▸ precious metals or gems? Depends entirely on the type of metals she’s dealing with and what she can build or create out of them. ▸ flowers or perfumes? Flowers. Perfumes burn her throat.  ▸ personality or appearance? Appearance is everything for her in most cases. Taking on a professional appearance is a huge preference for her. Most should keep this in mind when approaching her or wanting to make a good impression. ▸ being alone or being in a crowd? She’s adaptable, but very much prefers to be alone. ▸ order or anarchy? Order among her own terms ▸ painful truths or white lies? Painful truth. She can easily see through most lies.  ▸ science or magic? Science. Tak does not believe in magic.  ▸ peace or conflict? Irken’s are not taught how to form or create peace -- only conflict. Something immediately established to her on the day she hatched.  ▸ night or day? Nights. They make her feel calm and not on edge like she is on most days.  ▸ dusk or dawn? Dawn. ▸ warmth or cold? She is adaptable to both (thanks to the advanced tech of her PAK), but she does prefer warmth over the cold. ▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? Many acquaintances (or pawns might be a better word for this).  ▸ reading or playing a game? Reading. It grants her more knowledge than what a game could ever offer her. 

QUESTIONNAIRE

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? Her anger. It seems to be a permanent part of her, but it really isn’t. It’s become a bad habit to be bitter with anyone she meets due to a lack of trust among her people.  (More bad habits to come tbh - once i figure them out)

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? When she was separated from her ship and had to dismantle her SIR unit aboard (aka MiMi). It was like losing a part of them. These occurrences only fueled her desire to destroy Earth and ruin Zim’s mission tenfold. 

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? TBA (there are very few fond memories Tak has. Her life was very brash up to this point, but I will add it to this post when something comes up) ▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Very much so. I wouldn’t suggest willingly getting on her bad side. 

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? Unhinged laughter or angered screaming. Emotions are hard to decipher and she often does not know how to deal with something that deeply upsets her. It was only recent that she’s learned what tears were and what caused them. Emotions are a sign of weakness on her home planet and the fact that she experiences breakdowns and/or emotions in general only serves to make it 100% worse.  ▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? The only ones she trusts with her life are Takka and MiMi. Although both are inorganic -- she believes it’s better to trust things that are more machine than anything. They are less prone to betrayal or abandonment. ▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? Tak has never experienced love and I’m not entirely she if she ever will. As bitter as she is -- finding someone she finds generally interesting or worth her time will be something very difficult to find (considering Tak’s stubborn personality). However, I’d imagine her to be the painfully awkward type when in love.

tagged by: @takshiip tagging: the person reading this.

[candy-crackpot]

i thought with the fandom being hybernated the calling cross abusive would stop but nah

I don’t see that anymore because I blocked those people who would spam the tags but I really thought we were over this already like… more than 2 years ago lol. The more I read these posts though, the more it seemed that these people don’t understand anything about the actual nature of abuse. Many times they just stick to some google definition they find but don’t view the full context. Abuse isn’t just physical violence or yelled words, it is much more complex than that, there a lot of factors that all play in:

repeated verbal or physical violence

delivered with the intent to degrade and intimidate

in order to gain power over the victim with fear (of being hurt, of not being not good enough etc.)

and destroy the victim’s autonomy, that can be from financial independence to breaking their self-esteem,  and make them dependent on the abuser.

Cross’s being physical with Allen cannot be denied but as I pointed out many times that reducing this matter to just one element would make a lot more people fall under this term (Kanda, Bookman, Lenalee and even Krory and Allen when he sort of ‘beats sense’ to Lavi) and singling out pretty much only him for this is hypocritical I am often met with someone missing the point and reply ‘Lenalee is not abusive, that’s just misogyny’. Cross is loud, violent, has little to no empathy and painfully honest to the point where he makes himself just a complete asshole but he is not rash enough to say or do thing that would really hurt on a personal level.

He is often compared to Tiedoll and I will personally testify that Tiedoll is an angel from Heaven, a diamond in a rough, perfect dad who might get a bit overbearing at times but has a heart of gold and without doubt he helped Kanda a lot with integration as much as their situation let it happen; meanwhile Cross is an inadequate caretaker because he lacks the most basic skills for raising a kid, which includes knowing of Allen’s emotional needs, both as a child and a trauma survivor; and Cross’s very own temperamental and in a way immature personality that has no idea how to be nurturing.

But to his credit, he was just a scientist who then somehow became an Exorcist and struck a deal with Neah to watch over Mana until he reincarnated, finding a child as the host was never in the plan. It stuns me that such high expectations are put in front of him when he isn’t Allen’s dad who actually volunteered to have the responsibility of a child and had at least 9 months until he arrived. Allen pretty much just a horribly scarred outcast kid who dropped out of nowhere, taking care of him would have been enough of a challenge, let alone with such PTSD and self-destructive tendencies. Kanda, even if he went through a lot worse, at least had the will to live, unlike Allen who is only alive to punish himself. And if one is that deep into depression and refuse the very idea of healing because he deserves to be hurt’ then not even the best psychiatrists can help him let alone this man whose EQ is like 1. Fair enough, Tiedoll is light-years better in parenting than Cross, but this comparison feels very unfair because Tiedoll’s gentle personality and empathy empowers him to properly care for others and Cross doesn’t have those qualities. Every time he comforts Allen we see how awkward he is because he doesn’t know how to deal with emotions (perhaps even due to this non-human condition he has) but still makes whatever effort he can to be even is lousy but at least some sort of support. The whole Papa!Cross thing is just a running gag for a very insufficient man trying to do good in a roundabout way and fail spectacularly. His attempt to poke Allen’s true personality awake by annoying the hell out of him is just a very lousy attempt if it can even be called that. If anything, pushing Allen to stop lying to and hurt himself and grow to be his own person instead of trying to mimic Mana is the one thing that he did good.

Cross is unfit to be a guardian but that comes from his ignorance and lack of qualities required for raising a kid and not something as malicious as outright abuse. If it was about criticising Cross for not seeking ways to become a better role model/father figure - which is debatable if he could at that era - I wouldn’t even particularly care but so very often those posts come with such aggressive, guilt tripping, toxic mentality that just wants to elicit emotional response instead of laying out proper evidence and seeing definitions like this stretched out like that is very frustrating when you have such experience.

[douxreviews]

Quantum Leap - Season Four Review

Since season three was mostly leaps of the week, they made an attempt to shake things up with season four by playing with the formula a bit.

But as always, Quantum Leap is at its best when it does arc episodes about Sam and Al, as they again did in the premiere and the finale. There were a few other strong episodes as well.

4.1 "The Leap Back" (June 15, 1945)": In the fourth season premiere, Sam got to play a brand new character: Dr. Sam Beckett. For the past three seasons, we've been leaping with a Sam who had partial amnesia and was completely disconnected from his real life. Here, he was finally dynamic, brilliant scientist Sam, and surprisingly, married Sam.

Mimi Kuzyk did a terrific job as Sam's wife Donna, another brilliant scientist who kept her existence a secret from leaping Sam because she knew that it would make it harder for him to complete his missions. That was darned selfless of her, and that made her feel worthy of him in short order, since our Sam is quite a guy. I also thought Donna waiting for Sam gave us an obvious parallel to Beth, who waited years for prisoner of war Al to come back from Vietnam.

We finally got a lengthy visit to the actual Quantum Leap Project, with interior decoration that made it look as if Al's handlink exploded. We finally met Gooshie, Dr. Beeks and Ziggy, who changed gender in this episode. As Sam became reacquainted with his life and his wife, he and Al reversed roles and Al got to be the leaper who had to fix what once went wrong (and in Al's lifetime, 1945), while Sam's glee as he got to be the hologram was adorably funny. "Revenge is mine. Thus sayeth the hologram!"

Of course, Sam had to re-leap to save Al, so the status quo was too quickly re-attained. Honestly, I would have loved seeing Sam at home and observing and Al leaping for a few episodes.

4.6 "Raped (June 20, 1980)": You'd think an episode about a man occupying the body of a young woman who'd been raped would be uncomfortable, awkward, preachy, and/or cliched — but no. Instead, it was one of the best episodes of the series, because they did it right.

Sam leaped in because Katie, the victim, was having difficulty testifying against her attacker. Scott Bakula's performance as Sam in Katie's body was terrific; calm and matter of fact, Sam fought on Katie's behalf, refusing to accept the way the townspeople and police kept blaming the victim.

Although I always dislike the way trials on television seem to happen instantly after a crime, the strongest scene was Sam testifying on the stand by simply repeating Katie's own words, as Al held her hand. Even though the reason Al did that was so that Sam could see her, it was also a physical way of showing Al and Sam showing their support of Katie. Excellent episode.

4.7 "The Wrong Stuff (January 24, 1961)": Quantum Leap took on animal experimentation as Sam leaped into a test chimp, and they did a good job acknowledging all aspects of a difficult topic. This is the only episode in which Sam leaps into a non-human. I really liked the little nod to Planet of the Apes when Sam tried to write a note.

4.22 "A Leap for Lisa (June 25, 1957)": The lesson of "A Leap for Lisa" is that whenever they go back to the well and do an episode about Al's past, it's a winner. I'd mostly forgotten this one and it was such a pleasant surprise, the best episode in the season, with the possible exception of "Raped."

Sam leaped into 23-year-old Al and it appeared that he was supposed to save Al's married girlfriend Lisa from dying in a car crash, but Al was so bemused by encountering his younger self in the waiting room that he arrived late, in time to watch Lisa die. Sam's interference changed history so that Al would be convicted of the murder of his commander's wife, Marci, and at one point, when probability went up to 100% that Al would die in the gas chamber, the hologram of Al vanished and was replaced by another observer named St. John (Roddy McDowall, and I loved that they brought in an A-list actor to play the part). When Sam solved the murder, young Al had to leap into his earlier self in order to save himself, Lisa and Marci.

It was so much fun to see Al talking to "Bingo," his younger self, in the waiting room. It was also fascinating that Sam initially leaped into Al in the middle of a From Here to Eternity erotic dream on the beach, too. Has Sam ever leaped into someone dreaming before? Did that happen because his mind is linked to Al's?

What's also fun is how this episode inadvertently relates to Star Trek. Charles Rocket's character was called "Commander Riker," a character on Star Trek: The Next Generation; Terry Farrell, who played Lisa, would join the cast of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine the following year (1993), and of course, Scott Bakula went on to star in Star Trek: Enterprise in 2001.

Honorable mention

4.11 "The Play's the Thing (September 9, 1969)": A nice episode about ageism. I liked how Sam saw nothing wrong with being a younger man in love with an older woman, and how he immediately and passionately defended Jane's choices and helped her achieve her dreams. Anna Gunn from Breaking Bad had a nice supporting role as Jane's daughter in law.

4.15 "A Song for the Soul (April 7, 1963)": Scott Bakula in an African American girl group, as he backed up the daughter of a preacher who wanted to break into the big time. (The daughter, not the preacher.) This one was sweet. Plus I think it was the first time Sam leaped into a black woman. I particularly liked the sedate gray outfit Al wore in church. (Well, "sedate" for Al.)

4.16 "Ghost Ship (August 13, 1956)": Despite an occasional uncomfortable resemblance to Airplane!, this was a good one about a plane stuck in the Bermuda Triangle. It also featured a very young Carla Gugino.

4.19 "Moments to Live (May 4, 1985)": Sam leaped into a star of daytime drama, and Kathleen Wilhoite and Pruitt Taylor Vince kidnapped him for embarrassing reasons. Well written with good acting, and I'm glad that they (mostly) didn't play kidnapping and mental illness for laughs.

What didn't work

There were a few episodes that I thought were poor, and a couple that made me outright uncomfortable. Starting with...

4.12 "Running for Honor (June 11, 1964)": Al as a homophobe? Yes, I get that even somewhat recently, a majority of people were against gays in the military, but I'd like to think that anyone who dressed the way Al did would be a bit more open-minded. At least Sam was understandably disgusted by his attitude and what happened in the episode changed Al's mind, and I doubt anyone would do an episode like this today. We've come a long way in 25 years.

4.13 "Temptation Eyes (February 1, 1985)": Another attempt to do something new, although I don't think it worked. Tamlyn Tomita played a genuine psychic who fell in love with the real Sam, he fell for her, and they actually got to spend a few weeks together. But the acting and writing were poor and cliched, making it more of a miss than a hit. And that's too bad, because I'd always thought it would be nice if Sam got a vacation in the middle of all that leaping.

4.14 "The Last Gunfighter (November 28, 1957)": My word, this one was terrible. It was like they wanted to do an old west shoot-out but couldn't, so they did it anyway. What town in 1957, even one with a corrupt sheriff, would allow two old men to have a gunfight in the center of town? Innocent bystanders, anyone?

4.18 "It's a Wonderful Leap (May 10, 1958)": Another unsuccessful attempt at something new, this time with Liz Torres from Gilmore Girls as a genuine guardian angel. What bothered me more than I can say was Al doing fat jokes along with even worse Latino jokes. Liz Torres deserved better than this.

4.20 "The Curse of Ptah-Hotep (March 2, 1957)": Intended to be a rip-off of King Tut's tomb and Howard Carter with mysterious deaths, but with the budget of a one-hour TV show, anyone with any knowledge whatsoever of archaeology would find this episode painfully bad. I mean, the mummy comes to life and everything. And John Kapelos, who is usually pretty good, played an Egyptian archaeologist (the John Rhys-Davies role in Indiana Jones) with an accent that sounded like a cross between Russian and Spanish. I haven't finished rewatching the series yet, but this might be my least favorite Quantum Leap episode ever. Certainly my least favorite in season four.

Bits and pieces:

-- Notable actors (other than the ones already mentioned): Neal McDonough, James Morrison, Glenn Morshower, Joseph Gordon-Levitt at the age of ten, Harry Groener, Eriq LaSalle, Bob Saget and Amy Yasbeck.

-- Famous people: There was a little boy named Donald Trump in a New York City cab with his father in "It's a Wonderful Leap." I saw it coming and said out loud, "No, no, please don't."

-- As usual, there were a number of homages to movies, including The Rainmaker, The Defiant Ones, the Indiana Jones movies, and A Few Good Men.

To conclude

Although there were still many strong episodes in season four, I think seasons two and three were a bit stronger. Am I wrong?

Billie Doux loves good television and spends way too much time writing about it.

[theartificialdane]

Blue ain’t your color

Rewrite of chapter 34. Sometimes I get ideas that won’t leave me. Not Galactica canon, but still a fun idea.

To @imanationalphenomenon and @talkaboutartassholes <3

Violet was sitting on the bed, checking her phone, gently biting down on her lip. She had so many emails, most of them from Fame asking for this and that, but what actually made her stomach twist was the ones from Courtney, who was left alone back in the New York office. The only thing that made Violet feel somewhat comforted was that every important person at the company was here in Paris. Violet was just about to call Courtney, ready to help out her fellow assistant and give her the information she needed while there was still a chance she was up, when Violet heard a knock on the door.

Violet’s head shot up, her brows wrinkling in confusion. She quickly checked her phone, it was only a little after 8, so it was unlikely it was any of Sutan’s friends. From what she had seen most of them weren’t exactly early risers, and those who were where most likely already in hair and makeup.

“Sutan? Are you expecting anyone?”

Violet called out and waited for a few seconds, but the only reply she got was the sound of water from the bathroom. Violet stood up, assuming it had to be some kind of room service. She stood up, realizing she was only wearing a pair of panties, her body covered in marks from Sutan’s hands, his mouth, his beard. She quickly grabbed the silk robe that was hanging on the back of the door, wrapping it around her, running a hand through her hair, hoping she looked somewhat responsible.

Violet opened the door, coming face to face with a woman who looked like she was in her late 30’s, a big poof of blonde hair on top of her head, her body wrapped in a flowery dress that clung to her.

“Umh.. Hello?”

“I have some papers for Sutan.”

“Oh. Well, you can just give them here-“ Violet held her hand out, ready to take the documents, but the other woman kept them.

“So you’re the slut he’s been sleeping with?”

“… What?”

“Are you, the slut, he’s been sleeping with?”

“Excuse me, do you work here?”

Violet didn’t understand what was happening, the woman attacking her for no reason at all. She had never seen her before in her life.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave! Right now.”

Violet was about to close the door in her face, her heart hammering in her chest. What the fuck was happening? She had never experienced anything like this before from any hotel staff anywhere in the world.

Just at that moment, Sutan came back into the room, only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, a in his hair as he was drying it, his skin still damp from the water.

“Did you call earlier Vio- Oh! Mimi. Good morning!” Sutan smiled, wrapping the towel around his neck, taking a few quick steps over to the door, Violet’s hand falling away as he opened it fully, letting the woman who had just called her a slut walk straight in, as if they knew each other.

“Do you have the papers I asked you for?”

“Of course.” Mimi nodded, handing Sutan the thick stack of glossy pictures she had kept from Violet just a few moments before.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“Your sister called and asked you to join her and Raven for brunch in the hotel restaurant. I also found the numbers of the models you spotted yesterday, none of them have agents in America yet, so it looks like it will be quiet successful.”

“Good, yes, sure. Did you get the redhead I saw at the Kenzo show? The one from The Netherlands?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll remember this on your bonus.”Sutan smiled, flipping through the pictures.

“You don’t need anything else? Anything at all I should take care of before I leave?” Mimi looked at Violet, a raised eyebrow to Sutan, clearly indicating what she thought of the fact that there was a half-dressed woman in his hotel room.

Violet bit her lip, wrapping the robe even tighter around her. “Actually I should get to my room-“

“You don’t have a room-“ Sutan looked at Violet, confusion clear on his face. “Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t Mimi- Mimi, didn’t you tell Violet she has been booked with me for the trip? No, wait. I never introduced you guys, right?”

Violet couldn’t help but smile, the entire situation painfully awkward, but Sutan was so sweet, the man rambling away. Was this what he was like whenever he worked?

“Violet, this is Mimi Imfurst, my personal assistant, Mimi, this is Violet Chachki, my…” Sutan trailed off, clearly not knowing how exactly to introduce Violet.

“It’s okay Sutan. Violet and I have already said hi, haven’t we girl?” Mimi smiled, and Violet almost couldn’t recognize the woman who had looked at her only moments before with clear disgust in her eyes. “I was just surprised. I haven’t seen a woman who stayed the night since Valentina.”

Valentina? Who was Valentina.

“Mimi, remember what you promised. We don’t speak of that.”

“I’m sorry.” Mimi laughed, clearly pleased that she had made Violet uncomfortable. Sutan not even noticing as he was already talking a million miles an hour about the photos Mimi had brought over.

“I’m.. I’m going to take a shower, take all the time you need.” Violet looked down, quickly escaping the easy chitchat that Mimi and Sutan had fallen into. Violet took her time in the bathroom and in the shower, afterwards carefully drying her hair, letting the natural curls stay and doing her makeup, waiting for the strange woman to leave so she could come out and get dressed. She cursed herself for not bringing a change of clothes into the room, now needing to put the robe back on again. Violet didn’t know how much time had gone by, but when she opened the door bathroom door it felt a little like a punch to the stomach to see the blonde woman was still there.

“Umm, Sutan?” Violet smiled a little, trying not to seem too anxious about the fact that there still was what was essentially a stranger in their hotel room, Violet’s eyes darting between Mimi and Sutan. “How is everything?” Sutan was standing by the wardrobe, his shirt open as he was closing his cufflinks, Sutan clearly getting dressed while Mimi was still present, which Violet found almost as weird as the fact that he had essentially been naked earlier.

Fame’s boundaries was sometimes weird, but Violet had never seen Fame more undressed than the few times she had helped her zip up a dress.

“We’re almost done! We just need to do a few more things.” Sutan finished closing his shirt. “Do you have anything you need to do today? Or can you come to brunch?”

“I already finished my work for Fame, she didn’t need much, so, I’m free.”

“Oh really?”  Said Mimi with a slight snarl. “I heard that Fame is quiet demanding, so it’s a wonder how you have time to do anything but help her, but I guess it takes a lot of energy to go shopping.”

Mimi was clearly being sarcastic, but Violet wasn’t going to take that lying down.

“If you are efficient and you spend your time wisely, even the most impossible of tasks become possible. If you ever need any help managing your work schedule, I’d be happy to step up and give you a hand.”

“I wish more people had your work ethic.” Sutan kissed Violets hair.

“Well, if that is all”, started Mimi, standing up. “I’ll see you later.” Mimi left the room, Violet still feeling weird.

“Sutan?”

“Yes darling?”

“Why did Mimi ask if I was going shopping?”

“Are you starting it too?”

“Starting what?”

“About Valentina.” Sutan sighed and sat down, his long legs crossing. “I know it was a stupid mistake, but we all make mistakes.”

“I don’t know who that is.”

Sutan’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t know about Valentina?”

“Should I? Is she a designer or?”

“When we met you said you knew who I was.”

“I know you’re Rajas brother, and that you work in modeling.”

“… So you really don’t know? You haven’t read anything about it? Detox blasted it on every magazine cover he could, the asshole. He was almost more excited about my divorce than my marriage. You really really haven’t seen it? If you’re not telling the truth, I’ll be very upset with you.”

“No.”

“Valentina is my ex-wife.”

Violet gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “You were married?! When? Did we?” Violet’s mind was reeling. She knew she had technically been on a date with Pearl when they had first met, but did Sutan have a wife? When did that happen?

“Three years ago. We dated for 4 months and where married for 6. It was terrible.”

“Do you… Do you still talk to her?”

“Not unless I absolutely have to. We don’t get along.”

Violet bit her lip, nodding slowly. “Okay.” Of course Sutan had an ex-wife. He was 18 years older than her. It was natural that he had a past, but it still felt weird, knowing that someone else had actually been married to the man she had started to consider her boyfriend.

“Okay?”

Violet had her own past, her own wounds and her own secrets. Things she didn’t want to, things she couldn’t tell Sutan about, at least not yet, so there was only one thing to say to Sutan.

“Okay.” 

Violet realised she meant it. The past didn’t matter. Not when they had the future, and a chance to get to know each other.

Sutan smiled. “Violet Chachki, you impossible woman.”

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Stepping Back (Jaehyun x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Hello :-)) please can I request an nct scenario? One where you're dating johnny but jaehyun is in love with you? Possibly from jaehyun's POV?? Anyway sorry you can decide on the ending :-) thanks!!!

Fandom: NCT 127

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader; Johnny x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2384

A/N: *cracks knuckles* angst is my forte (apparently). Plus, writing for a bias wrecker is dangerous bc it makes you fall in love with them more. DOESN’T HELP THAT JOHNNY IS MY BIAS EITHER. Happy reading!

Once, when Jaehyun was just a child on the cusp of his teenage years, he was in love.

He was sure it was love, for isn’t love when your heart gets faster at the sight of a person? When your palms feel sweaty and you stumble over your words? When that person has the ability to make your whole entire day with a single smile, not even always aimed in your direction?

Yes, Jaehyun was in love for the first time in his life, with sweet Yujin who’s eyes were as brown as chocolate and shined brighter than a star, and it was a wonderful feeling.

Emphasis on ‘it was’, because soon whatever feelings he thought he had were crushed by the fact that Johnny, his best friend, practically his brother, also liked little Yujin with all his heart.

And that’s where things got complicated.

Jaehyun believed that he had fallen for Yujin first, and being the young boy that he was, he felt that that reason alone warranted him the ability to talk to her and ask her out to the movies so she would fall in love with him too. But Johnny disagreed, said he saw her first, and that he should be the one to try and win her heart.

Bitterness boiled between them like a hot spring, and soon the once inseparable pair turned their backs on each other, found other friends to play with, blatantly ignored each other when they passed by in the school halls, and soon enough it was if they were never even best friends to begin with. All because of a girl.

But Jaehyun being Jaehyun couldn’t stand losing someone who he considered a brother. And so, he did what his parents taught him to: he sucked up his pride for the sake of a friend and apologised. Johnny was in no better state than Jaehyun was, absolutely torn over the fight he was, over a girl who wasn’t even worth it in the end, and when Jaehyun said sorry, he asked to make a pact. Should there ever be another girl they are both interested in, one will step back in order for the other to be happy, and they will never, ever, let another girl come between them like Yujin did.

Jaehyun thought it a solid pact, and when they completed a spit shake and ran off towards the football field to play, Jaeyhun vowed in his head that he would not allow what happened with Yujin to ever happen again. His friendship with Johnny meant everything.

And for years, Jaehyun and Johnny lived by this pact, allowing one man to slide in and get the girl rather than arguing about it and letting jealousy take over them. And they were cool with it, it was a system that worked for years, and they were ok. When Jaehyun went out with Gayoon when they were sixteen, Johnny was ok with it. When Johnny was asked out by Dahae to prom, Jaehyun was fine, and went with someone else. Jaehyun was ok with everything, and when Johnny went away to an abroad summer camp just before college started, Jaehyun was still ok with everything.

What he was not ok with was two months later Johnny arrived home and greeted Jaehyun at the airport with a huge bear hug and the most beautiful girl Jaehyun has ever seen with her arm linked around Johnny’s left, and Jaehyun knew he was truly fucked, because his stomach did the most violent yet delightful somersaults, and his heart beat faster than the motorbike he learned to ride that summer.

His mind screamed at him to remember the pact, the one that saved his precious friendship with Johnny all those years ago, the one that keeps said friendship happy and functional. But it was hard to remember that when you gave a smile bright enough to rival the sun and introduced yourself, and Jaehyun felt like the luckiest man alive to have you even look in his direction. Except, he wasn’t the luckiest man alive; Johnny was, for he could see it in the way your eyes twinkled like the stars that shine above the world every night whenever you looked at him, saw it in the way you’d smile warmer than any fire burning in a cosy home any time Johnny spoke, be it about something he loves or making another one of his dumb jokes. Saw it, painfully, in the way your fingers would intertwine like two puzzle pieces, slotting together perfectly as if they were meant to be that way for all of time.

He tried to put as much distance as possible between himself and you, ignored the agonising pain in his heart whenever he pictured you in his mind, and tried to space out whenever Johnny rambled on about all the perfect things about you that only served to make Jaehyun fall deeper in love with you. He looked at romance films in minor disgust now, the saying ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’ only serving to make his blood boil, and any sign of couples he’s seen just made him want to crawl into a dark hole and wallow in his misery of a one-sided love he refused to admit.

Johnny was adamant about the both of you bonding – something about it being an initiation process for you before you could really fall in love with Johnny; if you got on well with Jaehyun then you were perfect for him and he could spend the rest of his days with you by his side, Jaehyun being left to watch on the sidelines. Jaehyun just gave a strained laugh and thought nothing of it, thought that the few times he had encountered you were enough, said that you were nice (which, he thought, was the understatement of the century), and that would be that. But when Johnny sneakily organised for the two of you to meet in a café under the guise of meeting him, Jaehyun had no other option than to stay in that coffeehouse with you and bask in the bitter glory of having you all to himself for an hour or two despite wanting nothing more than to run from the café and hide from his feelings.

He thought it was going to be incredibly awkward, and while that hurts his pride and hurts even more with the fact that it was the perfect way to push you further away from him, it ended up being anything but. Jaehyun can’t ever remember having a simple coffee with someone being as relaxed and as amazing as this, and he literally has to keep pinching the skin of his arm under the table to remind himself that this was not a date, you were Johnny’s girlfriend, and he would only ever simply be your friend. You make that incredibly difficult, however, when you share practically every like and dislike he has, proving yourself to be what he considers his actual soulmate, and the pinching of his arm gets more severe as one hour turns to nearly five as you both sat in the cosy alcove of the café because no, no, no, he couldn’t do this, not to Johnny. Not again.

You become a frequent part of his life now, just like Johnny, and Jaehyun honestly can’t say he dislikes the intrusion, in spite of his current predicament of being totally and utterly in love with you. The guilt weighs down on his chest like an anchor, suffocating him so badly that some nights he wakes in a cold sweat after you plague his dreams, absolutely sweet and something he craves but doing nothing whatsoever to help his situation. It’s worse when he sits with Johnny and you, has to keep his eyes from drifting to your saccharine lips that he longs to kiss, so badly it puts a dead weight in the pit of his stomach and leaves him feeling ill with betrayal.

He doesn’t know how many times he’s wished to be in Johnny’s place, and the jealousy that burns through him could make him gag if he doesn’t control himself, because not once, not even the Yujin situation, had he been this envious of Johnny getting the girl.

The girl of his dreams, the one he would undoubtedly bring home to meet his parents, the one he’d hope to marry and call his wife.

“Jaehyun?”

He’s knocked out of sombre thoughts by the trill of your voice, looking over to his right to see you seated beside him on the bench by the pier, a frown of concern marring your graceful features. It was scorching day; sun beating down on the city and its inhabitants with the highest temperatures its seen yet. A perfect contrast to his mood, dragged by Johnny and you to make the most of the weather and take a trip down to the pier to soak up the sun. Johnny had insisted that every sunny trip requires heaps of ice cream, and with that in mind he took off to find the closest stand he could, effectively leaving Jaehyun alone with you to stare out at the big and beautiful blue ocean.

“Are you listening to me, sleepyhead?” you chuckled amiably, a smile worthy of rivalling a queen, and he almost forgot the question aimed at him. He groaned internally at being caught day dreaming about you – once again – and licked his lips before answering.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something. Ignore me. What were you saying?” he asked, intending on redirecting the focus of the conversation on you, but he should know better, because when you notice something’s wrong you aren’t one to drop it. Your caring nature doesn’t allow it, and Jaheyun both loves and hates it in this moment.

“No, something is bothering you. I’ve noticed it recently, and I’m here for you, you know that. Don’t you?” He knows that too well. “So, do you want to talk about it?” you offer, hoping to relieve some weight off his broad shoulders but the irony of your concern tastes foul in his mouth. No one could help him with this problem.

He stays silent for a moment as he thought of ways to get out of this conversation or diverting it to a reasonable topic, tonguing his cheek in contemplation. When something sprung to mind, he opened his mouth before his brain could decide whether or not it was a bad idea.

“My friend and I watched this…movie, the other night. In it, there was a love triangle between two best friends and this girl. The girl was already with one of the guys, but the other friend loved her so much, with all his heart,” he explained, feeling sweat forming in his palms as you stared at him intently. Fuck, maybe this was a mistake. “O-Obviously, he can’t do much about it, because even though he loves her, he cares about his best friend’s feelings. But my friend and I were just wondering what he could do, if it was a real situation. Should he just fess up and try to get the girl?”

You dropped your gaze to your lap, biting your lip in concentration. All was silent except for the scratching of Jaehyun’s nails on the wooden bench, his nerves eating away at him as he waited for your reply. He messed up, he felt it, you caught on. You know what he feels, and now everything was ruined.

“That’s a tricky situation,” you finally announced after an agonising wait, and he blinked in surprise, eyebrows inching their way up to his hairline. You continued on, completely oblivious to his expression and to the double meaning behind his hypothetical situation, and gave your own two cents on the problem. This should be interesting.

“While I think honesty is the best policy, because it always is,” you added with a nod and exaggerated wave of your hands, “I think, in this type of circumstance, his friendship should be placed above his love for the girl.”

He almost laughed but the tightening of his throat stopped him from doing so, so he settled for nodding his head and choking out “go on.”

“Well, he knew his friend longer. And he should want what’s best for his friend, so if it means giving up the girl he’s in love with, then I think he should. He’ll get over her eventually, you know? Why ruin a friendship over something like that?” you laughed, and the light notes sounded distorted in his ears amongst the background of seagulls squawking and the ocean waves.

This was it. This was what he had been denying all along, been putting off simply because he had not wanted to think on it. A part of him felt like he really could get the girl, still does. But to hear it from your own mouth was quite the eye opener, the ice-cold water he needed splashed to his face. He knows you’re right, as much as hates it, as much as he wants to reverse time and never have this conversation. But he knows that won’t happen, and he needs to face the music.

Needs to give you up.

You look at him questioningly, looking for an answer in return to your opinion. He just makes a noise in agreement, just in time for Johnny to return, hands full of the sweet, refreshing ice-cream you longed for. Your face brightens as he walks over, and Jaehyun squashes down the green monster clawing his way up Jaehyun’s chest. He can’t make an appearance anymore, he shouldn’t. Jaehyun needs to move on.

Looking over at the pair of you, he sighs quietly to himself, scooping up some of the creamy substance and popping it into his mouth. He’s never seen Johnny look as drunk in love as he does with you, not any girl in their lives ever did that. And Jaehyun realises he can’t get in the way of that.

He fought with Johnny over a girl before, and it didn’t turn out well. But with this girl, Jaehyun is going to step back despite the misery settling deep in his heart. For the sake of his friend.

He has to.

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Stillwater - Chapter 15

Stillwater [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net, Mibba]

Characters: Original Female Character, Monkey D. Luffy, Rorona Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Tony Tony Chopper, Nefeltari Vivi

"We build as only children know to build

We made a way where there's a will

No slowing down or standing still

Innocent and reckless

"How did we get so old and never notice

How did we gain the world and lose the moment

Rise and fall, the tide surrounds us

And drowns us all"

-Hands Like Houses

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“Sit,” I said, shooing Sanji’s hands away as he tried to help me with the dishes. “I got this.”

Dinner had been a bit different. There was tension in the room, just enough to make it uncomfortable, but not so much that it impacted the way we behaved. The only major difference was Usopp, who sat as far away from me as possible, trying to hide behind Zoro. Zoro wasn’t talking much, but he wasn’t very talkative at dinner to begin with. He bickered with Sanji and swatted Luffy’s ever grabby hands away.

Afterwards, Sanji cleared the table, and I got to work on the dishes. However, no one left. Nami had brought out her map and begun working, while Vivi watched on curiously. Ever yonce in a while, Nami would stop to explain something to Vivi or to yell at Chopper, Usopp and Luffy, who were playing cards at the opposite end of the table. Even Zoro lingered, putting his feet on and the table and leaning bak in his chair. He looked like he was going to fall asleep at any second. Only his snide comments towards Sanji assured me that he was still awake.

“Mira, can I ask you a few more questions,” Sanji asked, starting to dry the plates that already set on the rack next to the sink and putting them in the cupboard.

I shrugged. What the hell did I care? The craziest part was out already. “Yeah, go ahead.”

I wasn’t going to tell them everything. Somethings were just too complicated or still very sore subjects for me. I wasn’t concerned though, because I didn’t have to. Luffy had already made that clear. If I wasn’t comfortable telling them something that’s all I had to say.

“Where are you from?” he started simply. “I know you’ve said the New World, but what exactly is it?”

“Oh. Well the New World is what they call the second half of the Grand Line. It’s a lot more dangerous than the first half. Only the strongest crews make it to the New World. Even fewer last. The Pirate King is the only person to every fully explore it. A lot of the islands and stuff haven’t been mapped. It’s like the first half used to be a long time ago.”

I didn’t notice that the others had decided to listen as well.”

“My home island isn’t very far beyond the Red Line, but it’s nearly impossible to navigate to. The people, who get there are either very smart or very lucky. It’s called Ogygia, and it’s not far beyond the Red Line.”

“Hey Mimi?” Luffy chimed.

“Yes?”

“If you’re not a vampire? What are you?” he asked.

“Well that changes, depending on whether or not I’m in the middle of an existential crisis or not,” I half joked. What am I? Why are we here? Should we be here? were all questions that I had wrangled with for centuries. Everyone wonders about those things at some point. What is the meaning of life? Is there even meaning? But unlike everyone else, I had hundreds of years to debate it and to mull it over. I would come to an answer only to have something shift and go through the process all over again.

Currently, I was of the mindset that it didn’t matter. Whether or not that would last had yet to be seen, but for now it was irrelevant. Didn’t matter whether or not we should exist, because we did. Didn’t matter what we were put on the Earth for, because we had freewill and were going to do what we wanted regardless.

That of course was nowhere near the answer that Luffy was looking for.

“My father is an immortal with the power to control the seas, earthquakes, storms, soil and horses. In ancient times, he and the others were revered as spirits and gods by mortals.”

There was silence, painfully awkward silence. “Yep. Back to square one.”

“G- G- Gods?!” Usopp screamed.

I sighed. “Immortals,” I said, thinking that maybe that would be the easier pill to swallow. It didn’t matter, because they were going to be stuck on the god part.

“You’re a god?”

“No!” I protested quickly. “Fuck. Listen, I don’t think I’m a god. Even if I did hold the belief that my father was a god that would make me a demigod at most. What I’m saying is that mortals didn’t understand what they were, so they applied the title of god to them. They worshiped them, because of their power. Some people worship kings as gods, but that doesn’t make them gods.”

“Do gods poop?” Luffy asked.

“THAT IS NOT IMPORTANT!” Nami yelled, bringing her fist down onto Luffy’s head.

“Your father is revered like that correct, though as a demon instead of a god?” Vivi asked.

“Yes. My father was revered as a god too. Many of his actions were attributed to a “Sea Devil.” The people didn’t know it was him. The other immortals did. They ultimately ousted him, at which point “The Sea Devil” became his title.”

“Title? So not his name?” Nami asked.

“Names are important to immortals. If you know the real name of an immortal, it gives you a connection. You can pray to them, which they can hear, if they choose. If it’s a spirit, you can summon them. Names are weird, and it’s a whole lot to explain, when it’s probably never going to come up. Hell half of you don’t even believe me.”

I turned back to the dishes.

“Mira, what’s your father’s name?” Nami asked. “You said he’s out to get you-”

“I’m out to get him,” I corrected, still scrubbing.

“Yeah. That’s going so well.”

I turned and narrowed my eyes at Zoro.

“Listen Mo-”

I put a hand on Sanji’s chest, holding him back, before he could tear into Zoro.

“We should know what we’re up against if he comes around,” Vivi said gently.

Oh Vivi. The girl was a saint. She was shocked sure, probably scared, but she was trying her hardest to keep calm and to keep from upsetting me.

“If he comes around. You won’t be up against anything, because I will not let him so much as look in any of your directions.” ‘I’m not letting anyone else die, because of me.’ “But if it helps you feel…” I searched for a word, but none fit. It wasn’t going to put them at ease or anything. It was going to wind them up. “Whatever it is that you think you’re going to feel.

“His name is Poseidon.”

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Notes: Onto some chapter commentary. Yeah... Here's the thing. We're going Greek with a lot of the mythos, but it's not going to be strict. No one is going to be perfectly matched up to the real mythology. The exploits of the Olympians and everything, those stories started a long time ago. So whether it's myth or real (for story) purposes, the tale has been distorted over time. Remember Mira said a lot of the things that they've heard are based in reality. Doesn't mean that that is exactly what happened. So some characters might have the same basic origin, but edited to apply to this world (*cough* Cal *cough*). This doesn't mean that every god we hear about in the One Piece world is real. They may be. We don't know. For this, Mira and the Strawhats aren't even positive that all of the Greek Gods that they've heard about are real.Also while all the Greek stuff is important, and it will be a major theme throughout this story. It's not going to be the main focus of everything. The goal is still to get to Raftel and find the one piece. Now some figures may try to stand in the way of that, but getting to Raftel and Luffy becoming the king of the pirates and everyone achieving their dreams is still at the core. No one is gonna say fuck the one piece I want to be kick Poseidon's ass and be a god.So yeah... It'll make more sense as we move through.

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Hildur and Pierce Character Descriptions (New OCs--with PICTURES!)

@j-andesine did these wonderful sketches!

I have stories for these guys coming soon.  Expect 3-ish installments.

Hildur and Pierce Character Descriptions

Hildur and Pierce are a pair of awkward artists who are taking their relationship from student/teacher to something more.  Because Hildur’s a part-time continuing ed student in Pierce’s class, their budding romance isn’t as illicit as it seems.  With both parties suffering from serious anxiety, they’re learning to express love in many forms.

Hildur Gorisdottir

Physical appearance:  Hildur is 29 years old, 5’5” tall, and has an in-between body type that tends toward fit, but is soft and rounded in some areas (maybe around US size 8-10).  She’s not especially curvy, but holds weight in her hips and thighs.  Her heritage is Icelandic, and Hildur naturally has sandy blonde hair (long and slightly curly), blue-green eyes, and light skin.  She has dark blonde eyebrows and slightly rosy cheeks.  Hildur suffers from “disappearing sickness,” which causes her physical body to grow paler and paler until it becomes translucent and vanishes from sight.  This is directly related to anxiety, so it’s not uncommon to see Hildur with white-blonde or silver hair, especially pale skin, and blue to clear-tinged lips and fingernails.  When she’s calm and happy, Hildur has more color to her hair and skin.

Clothing and style:  Hildur’s a homebody, and she goes for comfy clothes like jeans or leggings with sweatshirts or knit sweaters.  She prefers slip-on shoes like Birkenstock clogs or loafers.  As an artist, Hildur has a good stash of “paint clothes” like old t-shirts and aprons.  She’s pretty fastidious about changing out of them before she goes out in public, though.

Personality and likes/dislikes:  Hildur is a freelance artist.  She works from home, producing pieces of art for advertisements, book illustrations, etc.  She wants to broaden her horizons by taking some painting classes at the university (as a continuing ed student, she already has a degree), but the social aspect is challenging.  Hildur’s sweet, but shy.  She’s painfully embarrassed about her disappearing sickness, and this increases her social anxiety, which then increases her disappearing symptoms.  She prefers not to talk to people about her affliction, which leads to her avoiding most social interactions.  She’s a bit pessimistic, especially about her anxiety and artistic talent.  Hildur spends a lot of her time on art, but she also enjoys reading and music (classical and jazz are her favorites).  She’s a bit of an old soul, and she prefers more tangible things like physical books and records to technology.

Illness and caretaking behavior:  She doesn’t get out much, so Hildur doesn’t pick up a lot of contagious bugs.  However, because of this, her immune system isn’t particularly strong.  If she’s sick, she’ll try to keep her routine up as much as possible, putzing around her apartment and trying to work.  She’ll take meds and sleep and eat chicken noodle soup, but will never run out to buy supplies if she runs out of sick-needs.  The disappearing sickness tends to be worse when she’s physically ill.  As a caretaker, Hildur has almost no experience, but she’ll gladly sit silently and be a comforting presence.

A note on the disappearing sickness:  This is my first attempt at bringing in any sort of sci fi or fantasy element into my original stories.  I think of the affliction as a bit like albinism--it’s a rare hereditary condition that is diagnosable and manifests in physical appearance.  The condition can manifest at any point in a person’s life.  Hildur’s began when she was a pre-teen.  The condition is not curable, though reducing anxiety helps ease the symptoms.  Though there are a decent handful of people worldwide with the disappearing sickness, many people who don’t have it have never heard of it, and some of them are very taken aback when they see someone with the affliction.  Hildur’s experienced some bullying and rude comments, and that’s one reason why she’s quite embarrassed about it.

Pierce Peabody

Physical appearance:  Pierce is 40.  He’s about 5’10” and very slim.  He’s quite average-looking with greying light brown hair that’s short and sometimes untidy, blue eyes, and a long thin nose. He wears rimless glasses.

Clothing and style:  Pierce usually wears professional-style clothing, both when at work and when at home.  He prefers khaki trousers and button-down shirts (usually white) with cardigans or blazers (usually brown).  He’s a master at not getting paint on his clothing even though he spends a lot of time around the medium.  Pierce is usually put-together, but a tad sloppy looking.  His cuffs tend to be unbuttoned and his collar is sometimes askew.  He also doesn’t prefer to do any ironing.

Personality and likes/dislikes:  As a university art professor, Pierce balances his time at work between teaching students and working on his own pieces.  He’s pretty confident in front of a class (he’s had a lot of practice), but gets nervous and anxious when things go off-script.  He’s kept to himself most of his life, and despite being older, he doesn’t have a lot of experience with friendships or dating.  Pierce doesn’t prefer to take work home with him, and he spends most of his evenings with a movie and his cat, Mimi.  He enjoys making lists of films (like all Marilyn Monroe’s films or every Batman movie) and watching them one by one.

Illness and caretaking behavior: Pierce has the type of anxiety that gets him burning through tons of energy.  He doesn’t keep weight on, and his immune system isn’t great.  He won’t take a day off work unless he’s really in dire straits, so head-buried-in-folded-arms-on-desk andshivering-while-clutching-hot-coffee are definitely things.  He tries to say he’s fine, and he’ll refuse all help unless it’s truly an emergency.  Pierce is warming up to Hildur’s comforting presence, though.  As a caretaker, he’s one to offer to bring the sickie a drink, a snack, some medicine, etc.  He’s awkward with verbal and physical comfort.

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(( Trope x3 for Satou-san?

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.

Only Sane Man

When there is a group of characters who are all just totally weird, either in general or in a particular scenario, the Only Sane Man is the only one who, well, isn’t.

“Who would anyone want to fight someone for their cat? Wouldn’t it make more sense to make a humble request to spend time with their cat? I doubt I’ll ever understand that strangely-dressed idol…”

“Also, I’m still trying to get over my experience in that town.. Talking light poles and a screaming television-looking object… I should take my mind off of that by filling out taxes.”

Out-of-character Moment

Sometimes the characters are stuck and unable to move forward, and the author doesn’t feel comfortable dropping in solutions via Deus ex Machina or having a guy barge in with a gun. Other times, there’s a great set up for a joke but no one present is snarky or smart enough to say it. There is a solution; it simply requires that one or more characters act outside their established character for just a moment. Enter the Out-of-Character Moment.

“There’s a limited sale on Shishamo’s favorite cat food in the amazon jungle?! I have to get there before the clock hits 4:30!” 

Two-Faced Aside

This trope is when a character says something to another character but then will immediately whisper or silently mouth the opposite sentiment, but done so in a way that the other character doesn’t hear/see. This might be done because they don’t want to hurt the person’s feelings; they’ll tell a white lie but then immediately reveal their true feelings in an aside to a different character.

“I told Mimi and Nyami that I enjoyed my time at the party they invited me in… but I couldn’t tell them how painfully awkward the whole experience was.”

“I tried talking to this girl wearing a black dress because it looked like she wanted something from me but she didn’t say anything. Then there was this bear who offered me bamboo leaves but you can’t possibly expect me to eat that!“

“Also, what was with that monkey with the cymbals? I don’t think I can go to sleep after seeing it…”

“And there was someone drinking something that looked like blood? That was quite unnerving… oh wait! Was it the idol who came for you Shishamo? I thought he looked slightly familiar…” 

“Nyaa…” Shishamo purred, as if scolding his owner for his dishonest attitude.