#WHY IS IGGY SO LONG??? DUDE

[thatoneluckybee]

stumbled across the maximum ride manga on internet archive and this glorious hot mess is so much worse than i remember it’s amazing

[daffy-not-a-duck]

Yes, I'm Solangelo's kid. No, you can't meet them. No, you can't call me Daffy Duck. No, I'm not friends with a bunny! Shut up!

NAME: Daphne Naria Solace-di Angelo (think that's long? hah. yeah, test papers are a pain.)

ALIAS: Daphne, Daph, Nari, Solace-di Angelo, Scary Blonde Girl, Daffy, Daffy Duck (sigh)

AGE: 17 years old (December kid here 🤘)

WEAPONS: A 36 inch sword made of Stygian Iron, as well as a bow and assortment of arrows (Stygian Iron, Silver, Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold, Lethe Water tipped, etc.)

RELATIONS: Will Solace (father - dad), Nico Di Angelo (father - papa), Hades (grandfather), Apollo (grandpa), Persephone (step-grandmother), Maria di Angelo (grandmother - mama), Naomi Solace (grandma) (you know the rest. i am NOT listing the whole olympian family tree)

PERSONALITY: Acts like a little angel in front of adults, a little mean towards her friends (it's her love langauge). Unpredictable, sometimes she's all smiley and then she's kinda bitchy. Rebellious, stubborn, acts like she doesn't care but actually does too much.

FATAL FLAWS: Trust Issues, Loves too hard

FEARS: athazagoraphobia, claustrophobia, cleithrophobia

HOBBIES: reading, practicing first aid, studying psychology, arguing with Charlie

SEXUALITY: Straight (no really. why are you laughing? stop it. i am!)

APPEARANCE: long, slightly curly blonde hair; soft features; 5'5; cold, dark, almost black eyes.

"you love too much, and trust too little. why, child, why such a toxic cycle? it will only cause pain to you and those you've chosen. you will never know when to stop, when it's too much, and when you open your eyes all you will see is the dust of your carefully built up walls, empty within and without."

PEOPLE I TOLERATE:

@ghost-king-and-thebones papa!

@doctor-sunshine-andcarebears dad!

@olivernothere little brother. (LET ME PLAY WITH YOUR CAT SMH)

@percy-jackson-xxx uncle perce. (sir your wife is a milf- ouch pa!)

@chasing-that-jackson charlie. percabeth kid. (again, your mom is a- OKAY OKAY ILL STOP.)

@sincerely-anniejackson aunt annie. (umm. please look away)

@ineedtoescapefromreality echo and rosalyn. shelper kids.

@leo-repairguy-valdez uncle leo.

@iggy-mini-miny-moe iggy. valgrace kid.

@notwillingtobefound will. also valgrace kid.

@violent-cinnamonroll aria. ruegard kid.

@daredevil-larue lucine. also ruegard kid.

@hey-guys-its-sam sam. frazel kid.

@yourfavoriteadoptedkid eloise. also frazel kid.

@not-a-panda pandora. tratie kid. (we share the same pain sigh)

@drea-and-nico andrea and nico. my... aunt...? and my uncle who's.. name is like my dad... (shit's confusing ik)

@praetor-ambrose-asher ambrose. new rome praetor. (dude ur ripped af)

@regulus-a-star regulus. son of ares.

@overwhelmingly-his-son lukas.

@evan-is-here evan. son of nike, legacy of ares.

@the-poison-and-the-sky donna. percabeth kid from another universe. (still wrapping my head around that)

@morningstar-of-the-night kallisto. adopted by the hunters. (we, also, share the same pain)

@estxiell-e aunt estelle. (even though she's like 5 years older than me)

TAGS:

daffy's sunrise - ic posts

daffy's nightfall - ooc posts

daffy actually replies - asks

overprotective mode - ft. solangelo (will , nico)

SONGS:

ooc: i have basically no music taste so if u have suggestions, pls lmk!

[the-way-astray]

HEY so I skim read your new Keefe hate post and I have some thoughts I'd like to share (all good ones!!)

As someone who also wrote a very long essay about [a] fictional character(s) while citing the page number and book word by word, you freaking ACED it. I'm always gonna be impressed when people take the time to cite your source and give a in depth explanation about it

You're lowkey not too wrong about Keefe infantilizing Sophie. For something silly and stupid, like "Iggy ate my mallowmelt!! >:( Now im mad!!" yeah I bet Sophie would seem cute lol. But for when she's genuinely angry and pissed?? Maybe lay off a little bit dude 😭 Like cmon she can murder you with her mind- There are moments where he does talk about how powerful she is though, throughout the series, but tbh as much as he does that he probably inhantilize her too *shrug* I need to reread the series, but you are making some sense.

I need Keefe getting mad and someone asking him if he's on his period LMAOOOO

Anyways as someone who loves Keefe you're making valid points. He has his flaws, and sometimes he isn't the best person. In summary

Never post that on pinterest. Those crazy Keefe loving, Fitz hating, Sokeefe shipping 11 year olds will MURDER YOU. I will respect your opinion, but they sure don't.

(your opinion is valid and you have facts *clap and approving nod* you have my respect.)

the post in question

okay, first of all, i need this essay immediately. i literally do not care what it's about but words! lots of words! about kotlc! need.

ooh, thank you so much! i mentioned this in the post itself, but this is a rework. the quotes were originally in one post (copy-pasted from another post) and the explanation was in a reblog, which was hella annoying, so i condensed them. i suppose it does make much more sense now. and my explanation is based in the fact that i don't think people were understanding why this isn't a good thing to be saying, period, when i posted it for the first time. even without context.

yeah, keefe displays a consistent attitude of "sophie is so adorable and small and cute and ditzy and soft". seriously, if you don't believe me, read his perspective in unlocked (or don't, because i'm going to do it for you in my part two keefe rant). it's why i don't buy his accepting sophie as a leader in stellarlune (done in a very, very tell-not-show way, may i add), unless he went through some serious development in unraveled. i may have to dedicate a whole post to that topic . . . anyway, yeah, him calling her powerful and talented feels very, very, very tell-not-show, and when you look at his internal thoughts in unlocked, it portrays her very differently. i'm not a fan of the way he sees her, truly. it feels very dumbed down and uwu-ified. no quotes from unlocked have been put into the post, so i'll have to update it later, but if i included unlocked quotes, this post would be like sixteen times its length. but yeah, you should reread the series before you come to a serious opinion. i'm obviously incredibly biased.

GOODBYE I WAS CITING THAT POST BECAUSE IT GAVE OFF THE EXACT ENERGY I FEEL KEEFE GIVES OFF . . . I DON'T EVEN THINK ELVES HAVE PERIODS (please nobody bring back that cursed discussion again, please, i beg) BUT YOU'RE SO CORRECT. SOMEONE WRITE A HUMAN AU WHERE THIS HAPPENS IMMEDIATELY

yay, a level-headed keefe lover, i love you guys. lol . . . i don't plan to go on pinterest anytime soon, or ever (and i also don't even think pinterest's format even allows for a long post like this . . . ). honestly the thought would have never even crossed my mind, because keepblr is my one true love and i'd never cheat on her. but now that you mention it, it might be funny . . .

[echoeternally]

Probably an old topic and beaten to death

BUT

Was reading Mario stuff because, y'know, and I was a bit shaken about *Nabbit* feeling more important than Waluigi to the franchise

Like, Waluigi has lots of depth thanks to years in spin-offs, but then, Nabbit has been playable in mainline Mario...more than once

It's so weird because like, Nabbit has barely anything to his character. Dude is a costumed rabbit that watches Mario *a lot* and periodically joins his adventures

But that is probably better than showing up most of the time because "Luigi's there, and I need to beat him"

Not to claim that Nabbit is better than Waluigi, and not to diminish Waluigi's popularity from all over with many fans. Of course, fans can enjoy whoever they like, and Waluigi has had years of appearances to flourish from. He's got more personality than Nabbit for sure, as he should, since he's been around longer

However...it's just notably odd that Nabbit seems to have more purpose and belonging to Mario's group of typical adventurers, and it's been that way for mainline games for *over a decade* now, which is a feat and nothing to snub

It should not because Waluigi is a "designated spin-off" character or anything, because he was introduced in the same way as Toadette and she's part of the main roster. Daisy has a little bit of an edge thanks to Super Mario Land, but overall fills that same feeling that the other two do

(There's also better justification to add both of the girls, since the playable field was always Mario and Luigi, but then two Toads were added, and girls/women playing would be looking for more feminine characters to play as, hence Daisy's inclusion in Wonder...but that still comes after Nabbit joining Mario's main roster)

And yet, rather than include Waluigi for the main canon, even in a non-playable role, Nintendo made a new character, pulled from Wario's original gimmicks of being a thief and locking onto Mario, and just ran with that as a new main character going forward

(It's funnier because Nabbit also uses Waluigi's colors, so like, at least that should've reminded someone of him)

To be fair on two accounts: Waluigi has an odd body structure that might be annoying to add into games, and Wario hasn't been around the Mario franchise very frequently outside of spin-offs either (last core appearance was from Super Mario 64 DS, back in 2004)

But then comes the question as to why Waluigi doesn't appear alongside Wario in his franchises (either Wario Land or Wario Ware), which I think a lot of people have been confused about over the years

In terms of NPC use, he could've been used where Nabbit was years back, but they just didn't, which if we take the reasoning being that his body structure was too odd, then why wasn't someone like Iggy Koopa difficult (or any Koopalings)? So I don't know if that works to argue with either

There have never been any official answers from Nintendo over the years, even after new information has come out in recent years about Waluigi's development (and the rejected idea of "Wapeach" as a character)

Meanwhile, Nabbit has just been creeping into new games here and there, being included for Super Mario Bros Wonder (3rd time in a Mario Bros game, and 4th overall appearance in mainline), and used for popular spin-offs (playable in at least 1 Mario Kart (and Golf) game, and had an appearance in Smash as a stage element, alongside other roles in Mario & Luigi and Mario & Sonic)

That's fine, and they can co-exist together and whatnot. Waluigi will always have a massive following too, so it's not a popularity debate either. It's just interesting that Nabbit is frequently used increasingly over the years, showing up in both mainline and spin-off, but Waluigi isn't

It's been a very, very long and tired discussion about Nintendo just shafting Waluigi over the years, even though they could give him just about any potential role to fit in places

Whereas they will then create a whole new character to fulfill a role that could've worked with him, and then cater to that new character instead, even if it takes a long period of time to build the newbie up. The results eventually stack up and pay off, after all, hence me noting this and posting about it

All of this also is not against Nabbit, because I think he's super cute and I was thinking about him appearing more often, and I was like, "Oh, I remember when they introduced you years ago! Good that you're showing up more, being sneaky but lovable all the same, and...hey, wait a minute..."

(Short version of my thoughts summed up would be that I was considering him becoming more prominent, and I was like, "Wait, he is important, more than other Mario characters. Omg, more than even Waluigi, another one passes him, lmao...wait, that's sad")

Just...what is it that Nintendo doesn't like using Waluigi for? It's been kind of perplexing for years. Sure, it could be part of what makes his character, getting shafted and therefore acting neglected and jealous as a result, but...how far should that go?

(My best guess is that Wario and Waluigi have fallen under comedic relief roles too often, and thus are only in spin-offs for modern Mario titles because they're too silly to do much else, and would be uninterested in bigger Mario affairs. It's not the best argument, but I can't think of many reasons off-hand for them to be cast aside)

(Also do you think Nabbit should be rising up through the ranks and be considered part of the main cast? I'm in favor of thinking that he is essentially on his way there, if not recognized already. Give him more playable roles in big spin-offs, and he'll definitely step into the role outright. Also, rabbits appear in a loooot of Mario games, so, they should have a main character included for them, tbh)

{All images are from Super Mario Wiki; just wanted to break up the words and use art/pics of the characters}

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.6- Drugstore Adventures

Warnings: Drug usage, smoking, profanity, some inappropriate topic (?)

<>: Flashback

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Day 8, 1986

Slash had a heavy feeling in his chest, one which he couldn’t shake no matter how much he tried. Sitting across from Izzy at the hell house, watching his friend light up a spoon, he sighed.

“Iz man, I gotta tell you something”

“What’da do now Slash” Izzy said looking up at him, Slash wasn’t really the kind of person to speak in such a nervous manner, so Izzy knew it was bad.

“The day before Y/n saw the dude die” Slash sucked in a breath “She walked in on me Oding”

“Jesus fucken christ Slash” Izzy said shaking his head at him

“That’s not it”

“What the fuck do you mean that’s not it”

<>

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell Duff” Y/n smiled

“Yea, fuck thanks” Slash said “Thanks for not freaking out and leaving me there to die” he let out a breathy laugh.

Y/n looked over at Slash and let out a short laugh also, “Yea, this isn’t my first rodeo”

Slash, in his drugged haze, and Y/n, in her high haze, both looked at each other.

Slash let his eyes roam around Y/n’s face, until she spoke up.

“You’re looking at me for too long” She smiled

“You can’t blame me” Slash said softly, looking into her eyes

“They’re your eyes” Y/n scoffed/ laughed

“Well they can’t help it” He said, now looking at her lips.

Slash knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he did, he leaned in and kissed her, and to his surprise she kissed back, but only for a second, before pulling back.

“You’re fucked” She laughed

<>

“I don’t fucken believe you” Izzy said, looking at Slash with a shocked expression. “Not only did you Od in front of her, but you fucken kissed her!” Izzy said in a hushed voice, even though he and Slash were the only people in the house.

“Look I know it’s fucked- ”

“Yea, kissing Duffs little sister is fucked”

“What do i do?” Slash said rubbing his palms together nervously

“If she hasn’t said anything, then you don’t say anything” Izzy said looking at him “Plus Y/ns got a lot of shit going on right now, i don’t think she’s worrying about it as much as you are” he shrugged

“Yea, you’re right” Slash sighed.

“Just don’t kiss her again” Izzy smiled

“Fuck you”

*

“How long do you think we’ve been sitting here?” Y/n asked John, the pair sitting across from eachother on Johns bed.

“Im not sure” John softly said, Iggy Pops ‘Fun house’ playing in the back.

“How have you felt?” Y/n said, using her hand to move some of his hair out of his way.

“I don’t know, sad I guess” John sighed “But you’ve helped me feel better”

Y/n showed him a soft smile.

“You know what we should do?” John said suddenly

“What should we do Fru?” Y/n smiled at the boy who had now, jumped out the bed and stood in front of her.

It had been three days since the godforsaken day, and Y/n had made it her priority to help John and stay by his side. Seeing a little bit of progress, it helped her feel better.

“We should dye our hair!” John said excitedly

Y/n looked at him, still with her bright smile “Dye our hair?”

John just nodded, “And what color were you thinking Mr Frusciante?”

“Blond” He stated, as if he had just came up with the idea on the spot (which he probably did).

“That’s a good choice” Y/n said, now getting off of Johns bed. “What color do you think I should do?”

“Blond” He smiled at her.

“Fru” Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes “My brothers blond”

“Hm. Black?”

“Black sounds good”

“Alright then! let’s go” John said, handing Y/n her shoes.

“Where are we gonna get it anyways” Y/n said, forcing her foot to go into her shoe.

“Drugstore obviously��� John smiled.

“huh, okay”

*

“This one?” John held up a box of hair dye to Y/n’s face.

“beautifully blond” Y/n said in a seductive voice, “Sounds perfect” She laughed.

“Wait… why do you have two boxes and I only have one” John said furrowing his eyebrows

“Hm. let’s think” Y/n said looking at him “Maybe it’s cause i got long hair” she gasp as John rolled his eyes.

“Smartass” he said

“The smartest” Y/n smiled at him

“Should i get two?”

“Nah”

*

“Hold still Fru!” Y/n said as she put the dye into Johns hair.

Y/n already had her hair up in a clip, and now she was struggling to get John to hold still. Which was damn near impossible.

“I’m trying! i just wanna see if you’re doing it right” John said as he looked at Y/n through his bathroom mirror.

“Okay how about” Y/n said as she left Johns bathroom, going into his room and grabbing his guitar, “How about you play me something while i’m doing this” she handed him his guitar.

“Fine” He said, grabbing the acoustic “what do you want me to play?”

“Anything” The girl said, splitting a section of his hair.

“Anything anything anything” John repeated to himself while looking at Y/n’s concentration face through the mirror.

“Okay” He finally said, strumming his guitar.

“That’s nice” Y/n spoke after a few moments of silence.

John smiled as he felt his cheeks heat up.

*

“Do you have a blow dryer?” Y/n said as she and John sat on his bed, a joint being passed between the two.

“Pretty sure my mom has one” He spoke as he looked at the towel on Y/n’s head. “Do you wanna use it?” He asked

“Please”

“It should be in the bathroom drawer” He said, nodding his head towards the door.

“You’re not gonna come with me?” Y/n’s eyebrows scrunched together.

“You’re the one who needs it” He told her, joint in his mouth.

“right” she said getting up and walking into Johns restroom.

Looking into the first drawer, she found it. She closed the door and began to dry her hair. Without thinking about Johns attitude.

She furrowed her eyebrows together, unsure if it was because of the hair brush going through her hair or because of the bitter feeling she felt with the way John spoke to her.

In the middle of drying her hair, the bathroom door opened.

“Are you mad at me?” John said as he looked at her.

“Why would I be mad?” She said, watching herself dry her hair through the mirror.

“Cause you never came back to my room”

“Didn’t think you wanted me there” She shrugged

“Why would you think that?” He said, trying to get her to look at him.

“With the way you spoke to me, seems like you don’t even want me to be in your house” She said, running a brush through her hair.

“I know I sounded fucked up, im sorry okay?” John said as he grabbed the dryer from her hand, turning it off.

Y/n finally looked at him, “Do you like me John?”

John was shocked at her sudden question “What?”

“Do you like me?” she asked again, softly grabbing the hairdryer from Johns hands.

John tripped over his words, “W-well yea i like you, of course I do”

“Okay, I forgive you then” she said, turning the dryer back on

“I just told you i liked you and you just-” John said as Y/n turned the dryer back off, then turned to him.

Then she kissed him.

“There you go” She said, pulling back, both of their cheeks flushed.

John looked at her with wide eyes, not only were his cheeks red, but also the poor boys ears were on fire.

He stated at her the whole time she finished drying her hair, and when she took her time putting everything back.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked worriedly.

John just pulled her into another kiss.

They pulled away, hearts fluttering as they stared at each other.

“Yea. I’m okay”

Y/n just smiled at him.

*

“I’ll see if i can come tomorrow, I think Duffs getting tired of me leaving” Y/n said as she kicked at nothing, standing on the last step of the stair case in front of Duffs apartment.

“Hopefully you can, or maybe I can come over?” He asked her nervously.

Y/n smiled, “Maybe you can, I’ll ask Duff”

“Okay cool. See you tomorrow” John said, waiting for a kiss from Y/n, which she obviously knew it was what he wanted.

The girl looked around, and in back of her to see if anyone was there, before leaning in and kissing John.

“See you tomorrow Fru” She smiled at him, turning around and walking through the complex door.

Y/n waltz into Duffs apartment, smile on her face (which she tried to hide, considering the fact she heard all of the boys there before she walked in.)

“Hey guys” Y/n spoke softly “Like my new hair?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“Looks fucken sick” Steven smiled at her, standing up to go look at it up close.

“Thanks Stevie, where’s Duff?” Y/n asked

“I’m right- Oh my god” Duff said with wide eyes, looking at Y/n’s hair.

“Was that good or bad?” The girl asked nervously, after what happened Y/n had became quite unsure of herself, she made a mental note to look that up at the library when she goes back to Seattle.

“It’s- Its different” He said, walking towards her.

Y/n just stared up at him, not only is she the one who doesn’t look like the rest of the Mckagan clan (Her mom says she has her grandmas look), but she also didn’t inherit their height (She stood around Y/h, which wasn’t bad).

“Are you mad at me?” She said as she put her hand on her hip.

“No! no im not mad, I think you look cool” he said. Duff had been walking around egg shells with Y/n, and this being the first conversation she’s held with anyone, he’s making sure to keep the ball rolling.

“I think it makes you look mean” Axl jumped into the conversation.

“Huh” she said “That’s a good thing right?”

“Yup. Exactly why I dyed mine black” Izzy spoke, eyebrows raising as he remembered what Slash had told him earlier in the day.

“Awww Izzy & Y/n are twinsies” Steven said, picking fun at Izzy.

“I see nothing wrong with that” Izzy shrugged

“That’s the nicest thing i’ve ever heard” Y/n smiled at him.

“Okay so me calling you cool wasn’t nice” Duff rolled his eyes.

“Oh you’re right, you’re so nice Duff” Y/n smiled up at him.

“Did your little boyfriend dye his hair too?” Duff asked, smirk on his face as he watched Y/n blush.

“Fru is not my boyfriend” She quickly spoke, “But yes, he did” she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.

“You tired?” Duff looked at her, getting a sense of Deja-vu to when they were younger.

“Yea. I’m gonna go to bed.” She said, walking past her room and into the bathroom.

“Thought she said she was gonna go to bed” Steven said

“Some people brush their teeth first Steven” Duff said as he sat down.

Steven laughed “You’re so right”

“Do you really like her hair?” Axl spoke in a hushed tone.

“Yea actually i do, i think she looks rad” Duff said

“Better hope she doesn’t attract anymore boys” Axl teasingly smiled at him.

Izzy choked on his beer, coughing to recover.

“Woah! you okay?” Steven said as he patted his dark haired friend on the back.

“Yea- yea i’m fine” Izzy cleared his throat, fucken Slash he thought.

“Honestly, I think we should meet that Fru kid” Axl said, more serious look on his face.

“I was thinking the same thing, but i don’t wanna go all crazy parent on Y/n” Duff ran his hands through his hair.

“True. We should just wait for the right moment”

“Why do you keep saying we Axl” Duff chuckled

“Goodnight guys” They group of boys turned to look at Y/n, saying their goodnights as she walked into her room.

Duff and Axl looked at each other

“Cause that’s our little sister” He smiled at his blonde friend.

Not all of ours, Izzy thought

*

“Y/n” Slash said as he saw Y/n walk into their shared room.

“Hey Slash” The girl tiredly smiled at him, “Why aren’t you with the guys?”

“Cause I um, I wanted to talk to you” He said, rubbing his palms together.

“Go on” The girl said as she put her oversized sweater on.

“I’m sorry i kissed you, i shouldn’t have done that” He spoke quietly

Y/n smiled at him, “Don’t worry about it Slash, it’s cool”

“Yea, cool” He said even quieter “I’ve missed hanging out with you”

“Me too Slash” She said, now sitting on her bed, facing him “Sorry I haven’t been around much”

“Yea” he said “That Fru kid been taking up a lot of your time”

“I know, I just-” she looked down “I feel like after what happened I just have to be there for him, but i really like him too y’know?” she spoke quietly.

“Do you like him more than me?” He asked, unsure why he was saying all this.

Y/n smiled “Don’t start a competition between you and Fru, he’s not Tracii”

“I fucken hate Tracii” Slash mumbled, smile on his face.

“Hey I forgot to tell you, remember that party Steven threw” Y/n said, suddenly remembering that she never told Slash about what had happened with Tracii

“Yea i remember, not all of it though” He winked at her as Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Shut up, but could you believe Tracii tried to kiss me?” She said as he watched his eyes widen.

“Are you serious?”

“Serious as serious can be” She said, nodding her head.

“That dudes fucken weird” He said “This is perfect, gives me another reason not to like him” Slash smiled at her.

“I knew you would say that” Y/n laughed.

Slash looked at her head, “I knew there was something different” he said, pointing to her hair.

“Surprised it took you this long to notice, you like it?”

“Looks fucken dope” he smiled at her “I like it”

“Do you like it better than my natural color?” She mocked him.

He rolled his eyes “Shut up”

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FINALLY UPDATED!! I’m so sorry i’ve lagged to update. Also sorry this one’s a bit short, i’ve had some writers block ngl 😓😓. But were you guys shocked with that little loop i threw in?

Gonna try to update soon!!! Hope you guys enjoyed. Till next time xxx

[bubblesthetherapyfish]

(6.5 spoilers) oh no i had to stop grinding island levels to do msq

i got pound cake to eat and it's too hot in my room let's go

hey guys i forgot you all existed until now

oh right we literally did nothing last time

that's a doohickey

dude how do you make pound cake so SALTY

tiny orb!!!

allagan balls always make me happy

who died making the orb animation

aww the way y'shtola looks at the orbs

fuck it we ball is kinda how we do things around here anyway

ESTINIEN IS ALLOWED TO TALK FINALLY

oh no we're putting her in a jar

estinien do you think .

it's okay y'shtola i go there all the time for mats

what if i had zero and a bunch of orbs in my inventory during this section that would be neat

hi moren

UNUKALHAI MENTION

is because i did my role quests or does this happen normally i can't remember unukalhai's msq status

hello daughter

women in stem

YES DESTROY THE ECONOMY WITH COFFEE BISCUITS AGAIN

unbottled zero

i missed beq lugg's voice they're so snuffly

man it's been so long since i've heard "fitting payment"

zero you can't just tell people to eat you

HEY DON'T PLAY THAT SONG

HEY STOP THAT

the sky....

THERE YOU ARE!!!

oh right i was lowkey thinking hey isn't this just using the garlemald tower 2 or something ?

are we visiting the chais again 🥺

yay!!!

see we just have to warn them in advance that a really loud sound is gonna play on everyone's phone at around 2pm est i mean uh

she misses alphy :(

ryne and gaia visit the city together ;-;

walking up to random people and traumadumping

holy shit i got jumpscared by the giant fucking talos

back the next day this time with a chicken pot pie

it tastes like beans.... and not good beans :(

/hattip

back again on day 3 because i literally did nothing yesterday

hi runar 🥺

wait i wanted to get dunked too :((((

/hattip

zero is like a cat not in like the stereotypical way but in that she's so very particular about things at times

the very slight shocked face wol has when their phone rings is very relatable

what are you DOING

why would you DO THAT

^me every day @ my cat which proves my point

okay but why did you do that

it is really nice that she now very clearly wants to save the 13th

woman hot 😳....

i love npcs looking at wol like when you look at your mom after the doctor asks you a question

ryne's little wave ;-;

loporrits on the phone: heLPPPPPPP

HIGH TREASON

warrior of light and darkness 2!!!

im gonna have the estinien "holy shit two cakes!" attitude about this

wait holy shit you can change text color like, just by clicking it?

how long has this been here

hehehe

anyway

i..... did the writers forget y'shtola's blind again....

i hope y'shtola can see her funny lil guy again soon

imagine casually saying you'll fly up to the moon in a conversation

wtf was that noise

yay the anxiety theme!!!!!!

where the fuck were you hiding that body vrtra

the pretty light....

do i have the coordination for a dungeon tonight let's see

yeah i got questions for that fucker too zero

ah organ

that's a monkey

bro i don't FUCKING UNDERSTAND these tells

WHA

WHAT

this is FREAKY

targetable stone pillars 🤔

*dies immediately*

wait does zero not limit break?

i feel like i havent seen her do one?

oh-

what da hELLLL

thanks for the spiritbond durante

this hallway is so pretty

heyyyyyyy

imagine if golbez just goes sure yeah let's do your way actually

ah iggy moment

was that .

ohh uhhhh yeah that was fandaniel's fault

/hattip

into the dark

HEY

5v5?

FUCKING JUMP IN THE HOLE I GUESS

LB FIGHT LB FIGHT

where the fuck am i

oh it's a square arena this time

fruit gummy time

oh

WHAT

THE FUCK

i can't do the trial tonight but holy shit i want to

who the fuck composed this i need to know

the cracks are all around i wonder if they'll get bigger as the trial goes on

holy shit this music is so WEIRD it's amazing

hey that was the most terrifying shit i've seen

i feel like i just

HAHAHAHA I CALLED IT

oh no zero is a black mage now

get up girl we're not losing another ffxiv woman

me hopping in the back during a quiet cutscene

WHOA

bro i was too out of it to even notice the moon peeking through the tears

zero's smile is so sweet now 🥺

LITTLE DRAGON

LITTLE DRAGON

YIPPEEE

SHE'S SO CUTE

oh good we're not just leaving varshahn in there dklfgjdk

she sit on him head

unless something really stupid happens in the next 10 minutes im really happy zero lives and can be a new recurring character

y'shtola normal woman moments

the shared look with estinien

me when hildibrand noises

she gave zero a pet nixie awww

I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO YOU *kills zenos again*

i hope we see her again soon i love her so much...

jammingway mention 🥺

i love completing things and its acknowledged

go take a nap right fucking now!!!!!

not the theme.....

FREE FOOD ?

oh help i can actually say that 😭

feo ul was watching? 👉🏾👈🏾

noooo she isn't women in steming anymore

WHA

YOU

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE

oh she's so weird i missed her

HE'S FINE WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS

helppppppp

bro has no fucking social skills

small vrtra

final cutscene time

ooo that's gonna be interesting to think about until 7.0...

eh????

oh you!

what are you back here for ??

catboy stance

i am too tired to form thoughts about how i feel about this but i sure had fun

goodnight 🛏️

[luciality]

nyotalia but their bra sizes are their national average

aka england has tits now

[brltpop]

I lied i don't have enough material for a blond version 🙃

[darthstitch]

Things That Never Happened in History Class

1.  Professor Gadling's History 101

"... and so you see, Nan Boleyn was no 'femme fatale' homewrecking the happy Tudor household and leading the 'good' King Henry astray..."

There were snickers in the room.

"... though it makes for some pretty good stories, aye?  Always love me a good bodice-ripper or that Jonathan Rhys-Meyers on the telly.  He's a dish, that one."  Professor Gadling leaned a bit forward, a naughty gleam in his eyes.  "Though, the real King Henry was a looker when he was younger.  Looked a bit like our Prince Harry, now that I think about it."  

More laughter.  Which was typical in Professor Gadling's classes.  Iggy Pop - really, that was his name and yes, his parents loved him dearly - said, "Like, the dude's got a way with bringing all that historical stuff to life.  Like he was totally there.  Totally awesome, dude."

Iggy also had some of the best grades in the class, California surfer animated Pixar turtle accent and all.  But the observation was accurate.  

And it was also one of the reasons why Professor Gadling's history classes were booked solid every semester.

2.  Nevermore

Sometimes, there was a raven on Professor Gadling's shoulder.  

The first time he appeared, he was perched all nice and comfy on the professor's shoulder, looking as calm as you please, fixing the class with his beady black clever eyes.  

The Professor sighed.  "No, he's not me familiar.  He's babysitting."

"You mean, YOU'RE babysitting him, right, Professor?"

The raven squawked in protest.  Professor Gadling rolled his eyes.  "He's the one doing the babysitting.  I try not to pick arguments with ravens, you see.  Terribly bad idea."

"Nevermore," said the raven clearly and drolly.  

The class eventually learned the raven's name was Matthew.

3.  There can be only one

There was a persistent rumor that someone once confronted Professor Gadling with an honest-to-God actual sword.  

It happened in that secluded alleyway created by the old library and the faculty building, or so the story went.  

The Professor, in atypical fashion, went, "Nope."

"There can be only one!" declared the sword-wielder, raising his weapon.

"Nope, I'm NOT that kind of immortal.  You don't get to take my head, there's not going to be any ruddy lightning quick-thing whatever it is you lot call it.  I'm not the droid you're looking for.  Go off with you."

Apparently, Matthew the Raven helped drive whoever it was away - aside from the fact that the Professor was actually pretty good in a fight.  

"Ugh, Pierson owes me THREE pints for this!"

4.    Shakespeare In Love

There was a rule that got passed down from class to class.  

For sheer unadulterated entertainment, get Professor Gadling to rant about William Shakespeare.  Oh, he wasn't one of those who posited that the Bard never wrote his plays.  Far from it.  

He just absolutely had Very Specific Opinions about the man.  And they were Loud, Pointed and absolutely Hilarious.  

This was also good for distracting the Professor long enough to get out of any last minute homework or suprise quizzes.  There was hell to pay during the next class, but it was well worth it.  

"You are too harsh on dear William, sir," said the snow-pale young man in black, with the messy, rumpled hair.  

The class wasn't sure how he suddenly appeared in their midst, although it felt like he'd always been there.  He looked perfectly grave, absolutely serious... except for the glint of mischief in his odd dark blue eyes.

The professor crossed his arms over his chest, looking sourly at him.  "He was a ruddy hack.  Got a bit lucky, I'd say."

The pale young man smiled faintly.  "He had a true gift that just needed a little bit of nudging."

A scoff.  "Sure.  Exchanged his soul for artistic immortality, Faustian bargains, deals with the Devil."

"No."  The smile was still there and it was mesmerizing to see, as if this wasn't a man given much to that expression.  "Just two plays, commissioned to order.  What need have I for men's souls?"

"Hmph."

"Jealousy does not become you, Hob Gadling."

"Oi!"

"Uh... Professor, should we leave you two alone now?  Like, this whole lover's quarrel UST thing you've got going is kinda cute, but we really don't wanna be around for the kiss-and-make-up part!"

Of course, it was Iggy Pop who just had to ruin what seemed to be the most interesting moment that had happened so far in Professor Gadling's history classes.  

Someone raised a hand.  "I don't mind being around for the kiss-and-make-up part!"

The class would later learn that the young man's name was apparently "Murphy."  

He was also Matthew's "boss."  

Any kissing and making up supposedly took place at that New Inn down the road, which also served, among other things, a delicious shepherd's pie.

- end -

NOTE: Yes, I did a Highlander reference. I couldn't resist.

[arrowflier]

humor prompt: Mickey and Ian and assorted milkovich and gallagher siblings hanging out and Mickey finds out that Ian and one of his brothers hooked up once 😂 Ian’s like “it was one time we were drunk!!!l” defensive but the brothers really playing it up to annoy Mickey

This is super silly and super short, but what a funny idea!

It’s a normal Friday night at the Alibi. Kev and Vee might be gone, but Carl has really stepped it up in their absence. The place is busier than it’s been in years, honestly, and only a handful of patrons are the kind of cop that has Mickey sneering as he slips past them back to the table of assorted Gallaghers and Milkoviches.

He’s in a pretty good mood. Business is booming, he and Ian are doing great, the most decent of his relatives are out of the clink and hanging around again. It’s been a good year for them all.

He slides a beer across to Ian, who flashes him a grateful smile before continuing his conversation with Iggy, who had dragged himself away from his newest girl to join them for once.

“I mean, I’ll have to talk to Mick,” Ian’s saying, “but I don’t see why we couldn’t. At least on a trial basis.”

Mickey eyes his husband a little warily as he sits down next to him with his own drink, pushing against Ian with his thigh until the other man scoots over on the bench to make room.

“What are we talkin’ about?” he asks, and Ian nods to Iggy across the table.

“Your brother needs a job, a real one,” he starts, and Mickey shifts, surprised. He looks at Iggy with raised eyebrows, but Iggy just shrugs.

“Thought we could hook him up, we need more guys anyway,” Ian continues. “Someone,” he emphasizes, looking at Mickey, “keeps scaring them all off.”

Mickey snorts.

“For good fucking reason,” he claims, then nods. “Yeah, alright, why not?” He nudges Ian in the side as Iggy perks up, and adds, “at least I don’t have to worry about him hitting on my husband.”

For some reason, that makes Iggy laugh, and Ian immediately goes tense.

“Dude,” Iggy chokes out. “Do you remember that time—”

“Nope,” Ian chimes in. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, Ig, can I get you another beer?” He tries to wave down Carl, not meeting Mickey’s narrowed eyes.

“What am I missing here?” Mickey asks as his brother continues to chortle to himself, Ian’s face turning almost as red as his hair.

“Nothing,” Ian tries to say, waving more frantically to catch Carl’s eye, but Iggy just leans forward over the table, looking gleeful.

“He never told you?” Iggy crows in Mickey’s face, and Mickey can feel his eyelid twitch.

“Told me what?” he asks quietly. Ian stills next to him, but Iggy is, as always, oblivious.

“That time your boy came home drunk off his ass from Boystown and felt me up on the sofa!”

Iggy laughs and laughs and laughs, and everyone else goes quiet around them.

Mickey looks at Ian.

“You what?” he growls, and Ian swallows.

“It wasn’t like that,” Ian tries to placate him. “I was drunk, like he said, and you had been on the couch when I left, so I—”

“So you went at my brother?” Mickey asks, voice rising.

Ian flails next to him, hands waving before slapping down on the table.

“No, I just kissed him!” he says, then winces when he realizes what he said.

“You kissed him?” Mickey exclaims, even louder.

Iggy has mostly stopped laughing, but still hasn’t cottoned on to just how angry Mickey seems.

“Yeah, it was hilarious, man. He was so drunk he thought I was you, and I was so high I just went with it—”

“Iggy, you fucker, you went along with it? You kissed my fucking husband, you dick!”

“I mean,” Iggy offers, “he wasn’t your husband yet?”

Silence.

Ian meets his husband’s eyes, and isn’t sure he likes what he sees there.

“Phillip,” Mickey finally barks without taking his eyes off Ian. “Get your ass over here.”

“Um…why?” Lip asks cautiously from the other end of the table where he had been watching the drama unfold, and earns himself a patented Milkovich glare.

“So I can give Ian a taste of his own medicine, why do you think?” Mickey says, and Lip blanches.

“Whoa, no thanks man,” he replies, hands up as if in surrender. “I’m taken.”

Mickey snorts. “Tami won’t care, Tami loves me.” That much was true, though no one, including Mickey, really understood why. “‘Sides, you know I’m that four percent, bitch.”

“What—no you’re—Ian!” Lip hisses, and Ian pretends not to know what’s happening.

Mickey sighs when it’s apparent that Lip isn’t going to play along.

“What a bunch of pussies,” he mumbles, going for his drink. Unfortunately, it’s almost empty, and he grimaces.

Than Carl is there with a pitcher to refill it, pouring fresh cool beer into Mickey’s glass with a grin.

“I’ll do it,” Carl volunteers as he tilts the pitcher up again and reaches over Mickey to set it in the middle of the table.

He doesn’t even give Mickey a chance to respond before swooping in and planting one on his shock-parted lips.

“There, you’re both even again,” Carl says simply, and then he’s gone, back to the bar and the patrons that await him there.

No one speaks for a long moment. Then:

“Did he just?” Ian asks faintly, and Mickey absently licks his lips, tasting someone else’s chapstick on them.

“Uh.” He coughs. Rubs a hand on his jeans. “Yup.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Ian says calmly. “And then we’re washing your mouth out with soap. Who knows where Carl has been.”

Iggy was sure to have been way worse back when Ian macked on him, but one look at his husband and Mickey wisely chose to keep silent.

"Always knew he had a fucking crush on you," Ian mutters darkly. "Fucking hero worship, that's what that is."

Mickey catches himself starting to preen at the idea, and shuts that shit down quick.

Across the table, Iggy starts laughing again.

"Damn, little bro," he cries, "you got three Gallaghers hot for you now?"

Mickey grins as Ian flushes with ire, but it's short-lived as Iggy keeps talking.

"I should call Colin and Tony back over here," he muses, turning to look behind them all where the two are playing pool. "Even out the score again."

Ian is the one grinning, now.

"Maybe you should get Jamie down here, too," he says. "Because I always thought that Debbie--"

Mickey is grabbing Ian by the arm and dragging him out of the bar before he can even finish the thought.

"You're fucking mine, Ian," Mickey growls into his ear later, when they're alone in their apartment again. "Never fucking forget it."

"Never, Mickey," Ian promises. "Even if Iggy is a pretty good kisser."

He laughs when Mickey hits him, knowing that if they had a sofa, he'd be sleeping on it.

But they don't, so he spoons up behind his grumbling husband and links their hands as they fall asleep.

[sunny6677]

Crumbled Papers

A (Hetalia) Japan x Male! Reader

Chapter 2

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Waves of traffic rumbled outside America's car, as blasts of music emitted from his own car too.

He loudly howled his voice to the music, some notes sounding off key, Y/N could only sit in silence as he(America) sang to himself.

Y/N's mind went back to the fire, the roaring flames of orangeish red that barked at him like a beast of unholy existence.

He could only remember his fear as he watched it consume most of everything he didn't manage to save.

America's voice felt muted as he thought back to the fire. He didn't remember the last time he was so.. horrified.

Amber fields of hellfire coated his house entirely like a waterfall, as he could only be witness to it all.

Sweat dripped down his face fastly, shivering; he felt it. Fear. Anxiety. Pain. If he listed it all, it would be like the entirety of the Constitution.

Regret consumed his face as he thought back to all the items he didn't manage to save.

A hand then waved in front of his face.

"Dude, dude!"

He snapped out of his trance, and muttered-- "Wha-- what?"

"We're here! You thinkin' about stayin' or somethin?" America said, still grinning like the stereotypical hero he was.

Y/N only felt weakened under his optimistic gaze, "A-- Ah, no, sorry.. I spaced out. How.. how'd we get here so fast?"

"Same way as we always do, baby--" He then grinned bigger, "Iggys sweet black magic!"

"Oh, well that explains a lot.." Replied Y/N. Now he'd have to get out of the car and get his things.

The exhaustion weighted heavy inside his body, he didn't know if he could even carry any of what he needed with how much agony pierced deep inside his soul.

Stepping out of the car, he slammed the door shut; America stepped out too, and went to the back of the car to get the stuff they had packed inside the trunk.

1 suitcase and a bag. Perfect for two people to carry on their own.

Grabbing the suitcase, Y/N stepped closer to the house that they had arrived at.

He admired it; an ancient looking Japanese house, that had of course, belonged to Japan himself. It looked quite nice with all the nature surrounding it.

"Japan sure does have a nice house, huh?" Commented Y/N with a smile of admiration.

"Yep! The dude sure knows how to make it look like he's from some Disney Pixar movie!" Said America, walking up from behind.

"Yeah.. wonder if this'll be a plot to a Pixar movie sometime, heheh." Y/N joked.

"Hahaha! Maybe! Now come on!" Swirling eyes of sapphire were packed with immaturity, as America then clasped his hand around Y/Ns arm and brought him forth to Japan's humble abode.

Y/N's heart beat heavily from the pace of the little run America forced them into; America then came to a halt and knocked heavily, not paying any attention to the weak, exhausted form of Y/N's body.

"Yoo! Japan, dude, we're here!" America grinned innocently, Y/N looked up at America with slight frustration.

"Yeah, we're here, and America is now the Flash apparently so be careful.." Sarcastically commented Y/N.

"Hahah! Which is why I'm the hero!" Proudly exclaimed America, with sparkling eyes of sky blue.

Y/N only groaned at his grinning expression, he was surprised America didn't take offense to the comment, as a matter of fact; it was pretty rare for him to just take it.

The door then slid open, making Y/Ns eyes dart toward the figure who had just opened the door.

A pair of Miriam Jasper eyes stared back at him from the entrance of it, causing Y/N to let out a slight noise of surprise.

It was the man himself, Japan. Anyone could recognize him if they stared long enough into those sparkle-ridden eyes of his, for they were a beautiful complexity of tigers-eye.

His hair was dark like the night, and due to it stopping at his neck, from time to time-- people would mistake him for a girl.

He would often be seen in his traditional Japanese clothing if he were not at work, but at work; he'd be wearing several layers of clothing to make him seem like a professional. His light-brown skin seemed similar to the sun's light yellow reflection.

His voice was velvety, deep; like a chorus of a thousand angels singing all at once to create a masculine harmony.

His voice and personality would often clash with those less mature than him, due to him somehow having the ability to put up with it all.

"Herro, Amerika-kun. Herro, Y/N-kun." Japan bowed respectively, letting Y/N bathe in the warm, welcoming and polite aura of his home for the first time.

"Hey dude!" America greeted happily. "Um.. hey." Y/N waved shyly.

"Oh, Y/N-kun.. it is nice to finarry be abre to tark to you properry. I hope you enjoy your time here." Japan looked to Y/Ns eyes of (insert metaphorical description here), and managed to maintain a look of blankness still.

"Oh, yeah.. its-- uh, nice to finally talk to you too. Hope we got along well." Nervously replied Y/N, scratching the back of his head.

He didn't know why, but under Japan's cold and serious gaze of simbersite, he felt a little small.

Japan replied; "I'm sure we wirr.. do you need some assistance whire you pack your things?" Asked he, looking softly eager to help his new temporary roommate.

Y/N spoke, "Uh-- you don't have to, if you don't want.."

"Dont worry, I assure you, I am eager to herp you. You are werrcome to ask for herp anytime you rike." Politely said Japan, still making no other expression, other than a blank face. It was like a void, a black empty space with no specks of stars.

It went silent for a few seconds, before America finally spoke again; "Okay, now that the awkward greetings over, back to me! So, Japan, about that McDonald's in your place--"

America's voice went faint for a few seconds. Y/N felt like a person watching a film, merely spectating from their seat at the movie theater as he spaced out.

Japan's mere reactions from.. whatever America was rambling on about changed every few seconds-- yet it was never joy whenever it shifted.

Y/N wanted to know.. even though they had only finally properly met him for a few seconds, what would it take for him to smile?

"Y/N? Y/N?~" Called out America, waving a hand in front of his face.

Y/N flinched in shock from himself being pulled out of the speciation he was in merely a few seconds ago, "O-- Oh, sorry spaced out again.."

"Dude, your spacing out a lot today, are you alright?" Asked America, concern glazing in his aquamarine eyes.

"Y-- Yeah.. I'm fine, a little tired is all." Replied Y/N, staring at the ground. He couldn't exactly think of a good excuse.

"Hmm-- well, I was saying--" America then clasped his hands over Y/Ns body, and zoomed into Japan's house; "Time to head in, biatch!"

Japan only spectated the chaos with a mildly concerned face from the entrance.

This.. was gonna be a chaotic evening til America was gone.

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Æ

[berrydoodleoo]

If Ignis were himself, he would no doubt have counseled them against the trip, or at least proposed some kind of clever work around. Gladio would have loomed and grumbled, and then would have been the first to bow at Luna’s bedside with some courtly, if gruff, remark. But of course, Ignis wasn’t himself, and really, neither was Gladio. And Noctis knew it was all his fault.

But Prompto was insistent, and he was trying so hard to be himself and keep things light. He'd taken over Iggy’s duties of cooking and planning their trip, and still found time and energy to help Ignis activate the handicap settings on his phone while keeping up a steady stream of light-hearted chatter. Not to mention visiting Luna and helping out with the rescue and relief efforts. It was like watching someone do a ballet in a field full of giant boulders – three of which were named Ignis, Noctis, and Gladiolus – he just kept moving, kept dancing, and you almost couldn’t see the toll it was taking on him.

Almost.

So Prompto brought up visiting Luna’s hospital room again, as-if casually, mentioning that he’d had word from Weskham as to where she was currently hidden, and that he was sure he could get them in without being noticed by Imperial spies. And besides, Pryna had licked his hand when he’d visited last, which probably meant that Luna was going to wake up soon, any day now, and wouldn’t it be something if she woke up while Noct was there? A kiss from Prince Charming, eh?

Gladio had snorted, an ugly, mocking sound, and Prompto had stuttered to a halt, with an expression like his heart was breaking. Ignis had averted his face, just slightly. Shutting the whole world out. And Noctis had dredged up a voice (his own? someone else’s?) from the vise clamping his chest and said sure, Prom, let’s go.

And so they did.

Traveling the streets of devastated Altissia in Lucian royal black was probably unwise, but Prompto seemed to exude a notice-me-not aura that, in conjunction with the chaos still gripping the city, was enough to let them travel unmolested. They kept to the areas packed with refugees where possible, where everyone had their eyes glued to the screens announcing ferries and how long the current wait lists were (some were hours, most were days) instead of at each other. It did nothing for his nerves, which were a constant jangle, but at least no one stopped them. Or worse, shouted, hey, Prince Noctis!

The hospital was mostly intact, at least from the outside. Upon entering, it became clear that it had suffered a beating, either from Leviathan or the Imperial forces. The first level was still flooded, the polished marble turned treacherous by a thin layer of mud. The smell of mold competed with the smell of hospital bleach, and Noctis almost gagged.

There was a crowd here, too, too many people to fit in the emergency room reserved for the most critical cases. Noctis stood aside as Prompto shuffled about, standing on his toes, trying to find the best way forward without attracting too much attention.

A little kid with a bloody rag tied to his forehead stared at them. Noctis met his eyes and then regretted it, trying to look away and act casual. When he glanced up, the kid had wandered from his sleeping mother to stand beside them, still staring silently.

Prompto almost collided with the kid, and then did a double-take. “Hey!” he exclaimed quietly, and he sounded happy. “Stanford, my man!” He crouched, careful to keep the edges of his jacket out of the water. “How you doin’? Still waiting for a doctor, huh?”

Stanford – he must have been a few years younger than Talcott, too young to be so injured and haunted-looking – nodded, popping his filthy thumb into his mouth.

“Can I take a look, dude?” Prompto asked, gentle, touching the bandage on the child’s head. He nodded again.

It made Noctis’ eyes water, seeing how gentle Prompto was with the kid. He unwound the bandage and checked the wound beneath – the sight made Noctis wince – and produced some wrapped bandages and antiseptic wipes seemingly from his pocket (Noct felt the tug that meant they’d really come from the Armiger). He talked the whole time – man, those are cool shoes, I love chocobos, and how old are you again, dude? like, sixteen, right? or seventeen, you’re in high school, right – trying to coax some words out of him. Stanford was clearly listening, half-smiling at Prompto’s jokes, but was otherwise unresponsive.

He submitted to the cleaning with only a little tearyness. When he finally spoke, it wasn’t about anything Prompto had said.

“Do you have more magic potions?” he asked hopefully.

Prompto winced, shooting a quick glance at Noct. They’d agreed early on not to share their potions with people – it was too easy to trace them back to Noct, and Ignis was always concerned they would run out at the worst possible moment (which, to be fair, they had done so more than once).

“Not at the moment, little dude,” Prompto was jittering, hurrying to finish wrapping the bandage, “but uh, maybe later, I can, uh–”

Noctis reached into his back pocket and summoned a potion from the Armiger, the same trick Prompto had just pulled. It was weak – he just hadn’t been able to summon the magic for a proper Elixir once it was clear they wouldn’t help Ignis’ eyes – but it would help ward off infection and help with pain management. For a little while.

Stanford’s eyes lit up, and he started to snatch the glowing bottle from Noct’s hand. But then he hesitated. “For – for me?” he asked, staring up at Noct with the hugest eyes he’d ever seen.

“Yeah.” Noct tried to smile for him, extending the potion a bit further. “Of course.”

Stanford accepted the bottle, hugging it to his chest as if were a precious treasure. Now his eyes glowed with happiness, watching Noct, and he stood obediently still as Prompto finished retying the headband that kept his bandage in place. “Can I share it with my mom?” he eventually asked.

Noctis glanced at the sleeping woman, and wondered what was wrong with her. Was she injured, too, or just exhausted? “Yeah,” he said again. “Just don’t tell anyone else, okay?”

Would the woman even accept it, if her son told her he had a magic potion from a strange man? Well, maybe she would assume it came from a doctor, or that it was still the harmless bottle of (Noctis checked) apple juice it had started out as. Albeit glowing apple juice. Well, marketing, right? Maybe it wouldn’t seem too weird.

It was Stanford’s to do with as he chose. If he wanted to give it to his mom, or a total stranger, or pour it down the drain, Noctis wouldn’t stop him. He just didn’t have the energy.

Stanford’s eyes went even wider, but he nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said.

Brave little man. Noctis tried to smile for him again, moved his lips in the familiar gesture, and the kid tried to smile in return. If his own forced smile made him look as sad as Stanford’s did, Noctis mused, then it was no wonder people kept flinching away at the sight.

~

They found an un-monitored stairwell, the door blocked off with yellow tape. It quickly became clear as to why it was locked down – some tree branches and half a gondola were poking through the battered walls, tossed through marble and concrete by Leviathan’s rage. Worse, there were puddles of slimy water everywhere.

Prompto kept ahold on Noct’s arm – Noct realized he’d been doing that since they left their borrowed refuge in the Secretary’s home, as if Noct would drift away without the anchor – as they made their way up the stairs. “I don’t think he’s gonna keep it a secret, man.”

Noct had to blink himself back to the present. “Huh?”

“Stanford. With the potion.”

Noct shrugged. “Didn’t get the impression he was talking much.”

“Noct…”

“It’s not a big deal. We’ll be out of here soon.”

Prompto seemed deflated, guiding him up the stairs. “Yeah.”

Noct let himself be led. What did Prompto expect him to say? Maybe he wanted Noct to go back down the stairs and offer to help everyone else in the room. Give out their store of potions, grab some bottles of water and start enchanting those, too. Act like a king for once, instead of piece of luggage that had to be carted to and fro by people smarter and more capable.

“I just feel bad, you know?” Prompto said, his voice echoing a bit in the humid, smelly space. “I’ve never done anything to deserve you guys – traveling with you guys, using your magic, seeing the gods, I – I don’t deserve any of this – this magic, this specialness, I’m just –” He swallowed. “And then there’s kids like Stanford, and man, I just don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know anything.”

Noctis let his arm slide through Prompto’s grip until he could squeeze his hand. They paused, side-by-side as they sidled around a piece of crushed stairwell, and Prompto squeezed back. Hard.

~

Noct started feeling floaty once they left the stairwell. Parts of this floor were still in use, despite the damage and the flickering lights. But Prompto knew the way, avoiding the lighted areas, and led him to a dark hallway behind more yellow tape.

Noct felt his steps slowing. He and Prompto’s arms, connected by their held hands, stretched like a rope between two ships tugged in opposite directions. They reached a door, Prompto produced a key, and Noct thought he might faint. He pulled free of Prompto’s grip to lean against the wall, heart laboring, spots filling his vision.

Luna. Luna was on the other side. Once he saw her, it would all be real.

He needed more time. Time to get ready, time to be better, time to be the King she believed he was. All he could picture was her face – somewhere between the child he’d known and the woman he’d seen in official broadcasts – crumpling in disappointment, and the fact that it hadn’t happened (yet) did nothing to lessen the pain. Gods. Gods. He couldn’t do this. More time—

Prompto’s face appeared, looking worried and frantic, and then Noct was being hauled into the unlocked room despite his sluggish limbs. He heard the door shut behind them, closing them in safely. And when he opened his eyes, he was in Luna’s hospital room.

“Dude,” Prompto was whispering. “Breathe.”

Noct nodded.

“Breathe. Breathe.” Prompto pressed a quick, awkward kiss to his forehead. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

Noct breathed, or tried to breathe. When he opened his eyes, he could see Luna in her hospital bed, traced in appallingly bright sunshine, and he swayed again. Prompto caught him, held him up, held him in place. Just held him, really.

For a minute, he had the inane thought that Clarus and Gladio were on the other side of the door, and if they came in they would see Noct snuggling with Prompto and the game would be up. And then he remembered that Clarus was dead, that Gladio wanted nothing to do with him, and that this wasn’t his father’s hospital room, after the stroke that nearly claimed his life a year ago. Something about the smell, the beeping, the seafoam green of the curtains and blankets, must have taken him back. And his dad was dead, anyway, dead like Clarus, dead like Ignis almost was, dead like Luna almost is….

“I can’t do this,” Noct whispered, when Prompto backed off to give him a little space.

Ignis would have said, yes you can, Highness. Majesty. Gladio would have said, don’t give me that crap, you’re gonna do your duty if it kills us both. Luna would have said, none of us know what we can do until we do it, or fail trying. But I do believe in you, Noctis.

Prompto just whispered, “I know, man.” Noctis met his eyes, briefly, and the love and sorrow there stole his breath. “That’s why I’m here to help.”

Noctis glanced back, thinking of escape, about making excuses and stepping out, running away, back to the Secretary’s house and the room where Ignis and Gladio tip-toed around each other and the smothering silence. And then he swallowed, and squeezed Prompto’s hand, and nodded, meeting his eyes one more time.

“Let’s go,” he whispered, and Prompto led him forward, into the light.

[nardragon]

Here's a completely self-indulgent scene for what I hope happens in 3x12

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"Hey, Dr. Goodwin, does this mean I get hazard pay for being in the trenches with Bloom all day?" Casey asked as Reynolds adjusted the medicine cocktail they determined would nullify the chemical effects in his IV.

One bed over Max laughed, "Just as soon as I find place in the budget for that hazard pay."

"Casey, I'll pay you out of my own pocket after today." Lauren said, her bed on Max's other side before looking at Helen who was checking the IV hooked up to Lauren, "Are you sure Candelario was informed about Mrs.-"

"Yes, Lauren, for the third time she's been fully briefed on all the patients from the ED." Helen said, half exasperated, half amused.

"They warded some of them just down the hall, I could-"

"No," Helen and Floyd said at the same time.

"Right now you are my patient which means you don't check on your patients," Helen said as she moved to check on Max's set-up.

Iggy walked into the room, "Good news. I just talked with the biohazard team. By tomorrow the ED should be fully cleaned and cleared for use again."

"Oh, and I was kind of hoping for a day off," Lauren said.

Everyone else in the room stared at her for a few seconds, long enough for Lauren to look at each of their faces and read the disbelief there.

Lauren frowned, "What?"

"Should we page Dr. Kao?" Reynolds asked, "Could the chemicals be making her delusional?"

"No one else presented with delusions or erratic behaviour," Helen said.

"I don't need a neurologist because I was hoping for a personal day."

"A normal person might not, but you..." Casey said.

Lauren glared at him a few seconds, "You can forget about hazard pay."

"I'll get Kao," Iggy said.

A voice rang out through the ward, "Lauren!" And a slim figure slipped past Iggy and into the room.

Casey sat up to see over Max, "Isn't that-"

"Hey," Lauren's voice softened, "What are you doing here?"

She reached her hand out, Leyla taking it.

"On the radio, the news,” She was a little out of breath, “I heard about the chemical spill. They said the ED was shut down and I knew you were here and," Leyla's eyes quickly took in the set-up around Lauren, the IV, the monitor hooked up to her. "What happened? What are they treating you with?"

Lauren started giving a rundown of what happened and the medications they were using to treat it. Leyla interjected with some questions, why they'd use one medication over another, what symptoms Lauren presented with. The others in the room watched in shocked silence. Partly because Lauren made no attempt to water down any of the terminologies, mostly because here was Lauren Bloom, the Head of New Amsterdam's Emergency Department holding this woman's hand, her fingers moving in slow circles on the inside of her wrist.

"Hey, hey," Lauren said finally when Leyla started asking redundant questions out of a sense of worry. She gently pulled on Leyla's hand, "Stop looking at my readouts. Look at me."

Leyla's eyes shifted from flitting over the machines to Lauren.

"I'm okay."

Biting her lip, Leyla didn’t look convinced, "Are you sure?" She rested her palm against Lauren’s cheek.

Leaning into the touch, Lauren nodded, "I'm okay."

Leyla turned to the others in the room and after a quick scan, she stopped on Helen, "Is she? Okay?"

It took a beat for Helen to snap herself out of the surprise, "Yes. She will be. Everyone's been responding to the medication.”

“Bloom was exposed the most,” Reynolds added, “So we want to keep her overnight for observation, but she's responding well so far."

"Exposed the most?" Leyla looked at Lauren again.

Lauren gave a shy shrug.

"The pipe blew right over her head and even after we realized it was a chemical spill she refused to stop treating the patients in the ED," Casey said.

"Lauren,"

"I wasn't going to let another doctor expose themselves when we didn't know what the chemicals were."

A soft sigh, "You reckless noble fool." Leyla leaned down and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.

"Oh," Helen said simply.

The others room reacted like a wave had hit them at once. Max's head cooked to the side and Reynolds blinked, sharing a look with Iggy.

"You just had to get hospitalized when it's your night for the dishes," Leyla said in the space between their lips, drawing a soft laugh from Lauren.

"Mariana owes me thirty bucks. I knew there was something happening," Casey said, snapping his fingers.

"You knew about this?" Reynolds asked.

"Not this," he gestured to the kissing couple, "Specifically, but that's the closet crasher Bloom was smuggling in here."

"Ah," Iggy, Helen and Max said together.

“That makes sense,” Iggy said.

"Closet crasher?" Reynolds asked.

"Dude, where have you been?" Casey looked perplexed, "You've been working in the ED."

"Yeah, even we heard about it up in psych."

“Hey, the spill impaired my vision, not my hearing,” Lauren said, shooting a dry look to the others. But the usual effect of her chilled expression was diminished by the fact she’d only shifted her attention to them for a moment, her face held in Leyla’s hands the entire time.

“So, are you going to introduce us?” Iggy asked.

“No,” Lauren answered instantly.

“Lauren,” Leyla admonished softly.

Lauren exhaled before going down the list of everyone’s name. “And, everyone, this is Leyla, my…” She hesitated, looking at Leyla, “girlfriend?” Her voice pitched up, landing somewhere between a statement and question.

Leyla’s eyes were so soft as she said, “I’d hope that’s what we are at this point.”

Casey did a small fist pump, “And that’s another twenty from Brunstetter.”

“Looks like you got your hazard pay Casey,” Lauren said, voice dripping with sardonic ire, “Good thing too because I’m going to kill you for making bets about me. Just as soon as I’m not hooked up to an IV anymore.”

“Sharpe there isn’t any chance you make my drip go faster than hers? Just so I can a headstart.”

"I would if I thought a headstart would do you any good," Helen said, chuckling.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Leyla asked Lauren.

“You should go home,” Lauren urged, “You’re just going to watch me get drip-fed meds all night.”

“Please.”

Lauren sighed, fighting a losing battle against a smile, “Max, is it okay? I know it’s well after visiting hours.”

“Yeah,” Max said, his smile warm, “We make exceptions for family all the time.”

“Okay, in that case, dinner is on me. Only the very finest of from the hospital cafeteria,” Reynolds said.

“Oh, yes, I saw they had Cesar on special today,” Iggy said, join him.

“Hey! Reynolds get me the mac and cheese!” Casey called after them, “And with the hash brown side. None of that green shit Max forced on us.”

“Hey,” Max clutched his chest.

“No offence,”

“Offence taken.”

Helen laughed, looking away from Max, catching Lauren’s eyes. The look she gave said they’d be having a conversation about this later before saying, “Boys wait on me,” and following Iggy and Floyd.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of Medical Director getting chemical exposer from trying to find the source himself,” Leyla said, looking to Max.

“Ah,” Max gave a self-conscious laugh.

Lauren laughed, “That’s New Amsterdam.”

[sextonsharpwinhalstead]

This episode gave me sharpwin joy(that new trailer for next year omg!)but everything else was ass. Iggy pissed me off without even trying and Floyd and Lyn are getting complicated and I don’t know how to feel. But what hurt the most was Lauren and Leyla, their breakup cut me to the bone. They need to have some real long and serious conversations before they can even start thinking about getting together. They got together under unusual circumstances and they made it work and love each other very much but lines must be drawn. The things Leyla said were things that should’ve been said from time. Lauren is trying but she is also not being honest and without that they won’t last. I love them and see them lasting like Sharpe and Max but they have a lot to do before they can get to that place.

Helen and Max were in total work mode/solving a crisis together and I think it demonstrated how and why they are great together and that ending with the kiss was...well chef's kiss!

Iggy like all of them in their treatment of Max and his really amazing gifts was...thoughtless.

And I know there is training about how you tell the families of the deceased that they are gone but I didn't feel like he handled it well. He really had these people build up this denial. I kept waiting for him to say that their son died in their arms...cause that's what happened and to reiterate that it wasn't a joke and he was a father too and he wouldn't be a part of such a cruel trick. He practically earned that punch...then he called that dude at the end and offered him the job knowing Martin was uncomfortable with it and it was blatant sexual harassment? Sigh.

Why are they hurting the gay couples?

Leyla and Lauren, I knew it was coming but I was HURT. Is she going to move out? Back to her car? Is she going to leave as in find another residency at another hospital? I hate how badly this is going to hurt going forward. I just hope they find there way back to each other because they have great chemistry and they feel right together.

The Lyn and Reynolds situation is an UTTER mess. It's gotten so complicated and the end to that will also be really interesting.

It's kind of odd, Helen and Max are moving toward love and basically left their friends in wild hell. Lol 😆

[renohasbigtits]

When the chocobros are in the mood for affection, how do they ask their s/o for attention? Smooth and subtle touches? A blunt “Hey, pay attention to me”? (I’m talking SFW affection ofc, these good bois just need a good snuggle every now and then)

Good. Cause I’m not doing any NSFW 😂

Noctis

• Honestly just a hug.

• He hasn’t had touch in a forever. Ok maybe not forever.

• But wayyy to long in his opinion.

• He may seem that he hates affection but he actually really likes it.

• Just from pacific people.

• Like his S/o.

• Unfortunately, he’s not very good at being honest with his feelings, so he doesn’t ask for a while.

• It isn’t until his S/o notices that he wants a hug, that they give it to him.

• Noct feels so satisfied after getting that hug.

• “Noct, if you wanted a hug so badly you could’ve just asked.”

Prompto

• After seeing you hanging with your friends, as he walks down from the store, he wants to cuddle with you.

• And...

• He wants to take pictures of you and hang with you.

• He’s too nervous to go and ask you to be with him.

• He thinks and thinks until he walks up. (Finally!)

• “Hey Y/n!” He cheerfully saids.

• Your friends are excited to see him and try to start Conversations with him.

• “Prompto I hear your a photographer! Can I see your pictures?”

• “Dude.. what console do you use? I have a Play station 4!

• “Moogle’s or Chocobo’s?”

• Your friends really want to get to know him.

• But your also aware that Prompto is bad with social situations, so he starts to get nervous.

• You excuse yourself and Prompto.

• You ask him if he’s alright.

• “I’m ok Y/n but I was wondering if we could have a photoshoot of you and cuddle later.” 🥺 👉👈

• “Oh sure! Why didn’t you just say that?”

• “Uhhh..”

• “hehehe. That’s ok I’m almost done, let’s go back.”

• “Uh- ok.”

Ignis

• He isn’t the most affectionate person in the world but he does want attention nowww.

• He hasn’t seen much of you lately.

• Work is a bitch.

• He misses you so badly.

• He wonders why he stay with him for so long since you both rarely hang with each other.

• Noct notices that Iggy is a bit down and let’s him go home early.

• He protests but Noct isn’t having it.

• Ignis feels so grateful and quickly makes a call.

• “Iggy?”

• “Darling... do you want to snuggle with me and watch a movie at my flat?”

• “Aren’t you working?”

• “I’m off early.”

• “Well in that case... Sure! I can’t wait.”

• He may not explicitly say that he wants attention but spending time with his S/o and snuggling with them, well help him.

Gladiolus

• He’s got done with exercising and can’t wait to show off to his S/o.

• There cooking so they haven’t noticed Gladio’s abs.

• He’s really craving some attention.

• Out of all of the Chocobros, he’s actually blunt about it.

• “Hey Y/n.”

• “Yes?”

• “Would you pay some attention to me?”

• “Sure, just let me finish this.”

• He really wants to show off. He isn’t the most patient person in the world.

• After there done, there amaze by his progress.

• They encourage him to keep it up.

• The confidence boost by his S/o, really helps him.

• And the attention.



[ginjointsintheworld]

Why did this leyren breakup make me so much sadder than their first one though? Maybe because I knew that one was coming and hoped they’d work something else out this time. Oh look I answered my own question lmao. Anyway, I’m disappointed but not surprised. I don’t really have hope that they’re going to be a thing next season because there’s so little time and it seems like the writers can’t help but throw bullshit their way over and over again while taking forever to not even solve it…I also read that interview about the series finale and the showrunner sounds almost gleeful about things ending weirdly… he always says he loves them and wants things to work out when in reality it’s like. Dude, Dude. Just write it that way?! Like why the fuck is he even talking about you’re literally in charge buddy lmao

ack idk anon, that first breakup really put me through the meat grinder. plus i can’t even lie, i was very concerned that they were going to write leyla out, especially with her pulling the biggest game of hide and seek. something about this breakup makes me feel more hopeful and i guess it’s because i know there’s still so much love between them and this time it’s not muddied by hurt anger.

i have hope they're going to find their way back to each other next season because there's so little time to the finish line and they've already spent half the show investing in this ship. the writers set up arcs for everyone at the end of the season, max and helen and the very predictable case of the cold feet, iggy's divorce with martin, floyd and his father reconnecting, lauren and leyla kept apart by the visa circumstances. frankly, as long as they don't try to whip up another over arching plot that demands the attention of all the characters like they did this season with fuentes, i think it might work. this show has always done better where it could focus on a character's journey without distractions. s1 with max's cancer, lauren's addiction, helen's fertility issues and desire for a child, s2 with lauren's recovery, max grieving georgia, iggy's eating disorder, floyd's relationship with evie and going against his family's expectations. even s3, which i know was a mixed bag for people but i thought it was miles better than s4, it was lauren meeting leyla, max letting go of georgia, helen and mina, floyd's blossoming relationship with lyn, iggy's body image, self worth, struggles. they can handle one character's thing at a time.

now of course, as i always say, trust the writers as far as you can throw them and have optimism at your own peril lol. of course, i always respect any doom spiral or disappointment. but idk i guess that's still a chance i'm willing to take right now? these writers, demon man david in particular, love to be dramatic and drum up drama like they're gods watching down from mt. olympus. i've kinda learned to cut through their, 'will it OR WON'T IT DUN DUN DUNNN' speak and just focus on picking out their actual tidbits about episodes or the season. so i'm actually very curious to see his post finale interviews LOL.