#Well at least that’s what he thought until the anon told him that her kids were dead (and called him a dumbass lol)

[ask-the-colony-tree-siblings]

to hunter: genuine question, did… did no one actually tell you what happened to arti’s kids?

actually, side note for arti: have you told anyone what happened to your kids?

Hunter: Nobody even told me she had kids until like, a week ago!

Arti: I told Gourmand. 

[cultofdixon]

Falling for you…wasn’t meant to hurt

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The two of you grew close because the universe thought you were meant to be. But Daryl agreeing to let you help him find Carol’s daughter, he didn’t expect anything bad to happen • ANGST/SFW • TW: Impalement / Injuries / Anxiety / Restlessness

Requested by: Anon

“If you’re gonna go search for the kid, don’t go alone.”

“Fine” Daryl made his way toward the camp outside the farm house as Rick gave him a confused look.

“Who are yea takin’?”

“Y/N” He states without a second thought in mind as Rick quickly grabs his shoulder stopping him.

“You sure that’s your best option?”

“I trust her more than you, Rick. She’s more than the best choice” Daryl retracts from the man continuing his way over to the tent city they have going on as Y/N’s was on the side closest to Daryl’s.

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“Who’s that?” Merle elbows his brother to look at the woman seated on top of the RV.

Daryl looked over trying to get a good look at her face but when he couldn’t. He gave up and told Merle not to go there knowing damn well his brother was going to holler at her.

Then later in the night, Daryl went over to the camp fire they always have going when dinner was made from whatever he and Merle caught. He went to get him and his brother some dinner only for the woman from the roof of the RV to hand him two prepared plates before he could ask somebody to.

“It’s Y/N by the way”

“What?”

“My name. I’m the “who’s that” from the other day” Y/N gave him a small short lived smile before looking down at the book laid in her lap.

Daryl stood there a bit awkward while holding the plates as he cleared his throat to get her beautiful E/C eyes to look up at him.

“Daryl”

Her smile shot back instantly making his heart beat quicken.

“Don’t be a stranger, Daryl”

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“Do you trust Rick?” Y/N asks Daryl as he was getting one of the Greene’s horses strapped with a saddle.

“Don’t know yet, more than Shane if it came to that though”

“Ugh. In those terms I agree…I just. Don’t understand how he’s so blind to their nonsense” Y/N frowns looking over to the camp while Daryl did his thing but his attention seemed to always fixate on her when she didn’t seem alright.

“Ready. Least I think I got this shit on right”

“You ride a horse before?”

“Uh. No, shouldn’t be too hard”

“If we had the resources like the old world, I’d tell yea to wear boots. So your feet wouldn’t slip from the stirup” Y/N stared watching Daryl get on with ease extending his hand for her as he kept his cool when her smile practically shot him. “Don’t do anything too crazy, cowboy”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” Daryl chuckles lightly as his mind was running miles at everything she did, even if it was the smallest thing of wrapping her arms around his waist. “Alright, let’s get”

God I really hate horses Y/N thought as she held onto Daryl for dear life wishing they went on foot.

I can’t focus On the other hand, Daryl’s mind raced having her this close.

But a good thing can’t last forever in the end of the world.

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Daryl cared, but he also didn’t. In the moment he didn’t care about anybody else except her when he returned from Atlanta to find out a herd was crashing through.

Not that she needed any help given every walker that came toward her, met the short end of the stick.

Once the horror show came to an end and many were mourning, Y/N dropped her axe before falling to her knees and trying to wrap her head over all the happened. Her mind was flooded until she felt hands carefully take a hold of her face. Her eyes instantly locked onto his piercing blues.

“Are yea bit?” Daryl frowns waiting for her to answer as she shook her head, bringing a whole wave of relief. “Alright, c’mon. Let’s get yea cleaned up”

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They can handle anything

Daryl jolts awake in a bit of a haze feeling the pain in his side realizing he was impaled by his own arrow. But given the racing situation at hand, it didn’t remain in his side as he quickly pulled it out while scrambling to get his crossbow in order to shoot the walker getting dangerously to Y/N’s unconscious form.

The second he landed the shot, Daryl dropped his crossbow rushing the best he could over to Y/N and rolling her onto her back noticing the branch embedded in her side.

“Fuck” Daryl frowns removing his shirt wincing when he agitated his injury and wrapping it around her middle to secure the branch. “Wake up, wake up, WAKE UP” he didn’t meant to shout so loud at the last part but it got her to jolt awake wincing in pain immediately. “Sorry. I’m sorry”

“W-…What a way….t-to wake a dying p-p…person” Y/N scoffs wincing more feeling the branch move when she took a breath.

“Y-Yea ain’t dyin’”

“H-Hurts…though” Y/N finally got a deep breath in, exhaling slowly feeling his fingers press against the pulse point on her neck. “Mm still here…”

“Yea better be by the time we get back”

Y/N couldn’t even wrap her head around that thought. Of making it back alive. She thought she was going to die there or on the way back, but given how hard Daryl was trying and the anxiety laced in his voice. Even with how much he’s talking…she’s not going to feed into the seeds of doubt and let him try, hell…she’s still trying.

“Can’t move yea too much…gonna have to go the long way”

“H…How’d we even…?”

“Stupid goddamn h-horse” Daryl winced to his pain when he tried to get up so he could help her up. Y/N carefully pressed her hand to his injured side getting another wince out of him and when she removed her hand she saw the blood.

“You can’t die for me” The first clear thing she’s said since the fall and Daryl didn’t know what to say. The anger that always laid dormant in him at times, started to peak out when his mind raced to the conclusion that he’s not going to listen to her if she starts talking about leaving her behind.

“F-Find something”

“What?”

“F-…Find ah…” Y/N laid back again in the dirt looking around locking onto the walker he had killed to keep her from getting bitten. “S-Stop the bleeding. T…Ta…Take his s-shirt”

He would listen to her direction but find himself yelling at every moment she closed her eyes. They were both weak, but he’s the only one capable of getting them out of there.

Daryl took the shirt and secured it to stop the bleeding on his side. Then he decided to take the dead’s pants thinking if he could climb up from where they fell while Y/N was wrapped to his back, then they could follow the same tracks that got them there instead of trying a whole new route. But that meant having to cut the branch shorter and warning her was the easy part.

Feeling her nails dig into his arm as he used his knife to shorten the branch on either side…listening to her scream in agony and the blood continued to seep through his shirt that was supposedly secured around her. He was in hell.

Y/N tiredly watches the creek disappear as Daryl carries her on his back taking his sweet ass time climbing.

“Gonna get Hershel, to check on yea.”

“You…”

“Me? Me what? Me too? Yeah no shit. None of’em out there are gonna let me walk around bleedin’”

“…s-someone needs to care”

Daryl was reaching the last stretch in climbing when she said that. He was confused on what she meant but when he finally got onto the main path pulling the rest of her up and beside him. Y/N had gone unconscious again. She wasn’t finished and he wasn’t happy seeing her eyes closed.

“Come on” Daryl shakes her at first, trying to keep the yelling at a minimum because the only thing it’s going to do is draw more sickos toward them. But he wasn’t getting anything immediately. “Y/N?” His fear started to get him as he gently brushes the hair out of the way of her face shaking her head carefully. “Please. Please. I can’t lose you. I can’t.” His voice cracked, his tears were threatening to spill over.

It took a second but she tiredly opened her eyes reaching forward and grabbing a fist full of his tank top.

“Tired…” She sighs feeling his hands rest on her face. “Sorry”

“You’re not allowed to die, alright? I’ll kill yea if you do”

Even in a weak state she couldn’t help but laugh to such.

Soon they were on their feet, Y/N’s arm draped over Daryl’s shoulders as he kept her up the best he could while they made their way back.

“Walkers!” Andrea yells catching everyone who was outside’s attention.

As Rick, Shane, Glenn, and T-Dog grabbed their guns and made their way to the walkers given there was only two. But Andrea decided to take the hunting rifle and get ready to take at least one of them out.

“Andrea don’t”

“Shut up Dale”

Y/N groaned touching her side to see the fresh blood coming out as she gave Daryl a worried look while he kept a stern one. He wasn’t stopping. Then her anxiety got the best of her right when the four approached them aiming their gun.

“That’s the second time you aimed that thing at me” Daryl huffed.

“Oh my god Y/N” Glenn frowns noticing her injury then they all were startled by both Y/N shoving Daryl off and her falling back when the shot rang through. ��Holy FUCK!”

The group that rushed over surrounded Y/N as Daryl weakly looks up from his fallen position noticing her unmoving form. He couldn’t quite pick out what they were saying as he tried to get himself off the ground. Eventually T-Dog approached him with an extended hand.

“C’mon man. We gotta get you checked out”

“Is she—-“

“She’s still breathing” T-Dog reassures him as he got Dixon back on his feet bringing his arm around his shoulders. “The hell happen?”

“Goddamn horse” he scoffs feeling his anger bubble inside himself when watching Shane carry Y/N sprinting toward the house.

Daryl found himself at the dining room table letting Maggie do his stitches while the room that once had Carl, now had Y/N being worked on by Hershel with help from Patricia. He anxiously waited and winced every now and then when Maggie pulled a bit too tight on her stitches. She’d apologized immediately.

“Yer dad is good right?”

“Yes. For someone who originally only worked on animals” Maggie states applying the bandage as Daryl immediately got up leaving the house and approaching the camp.

“Who the fuck fired?”

Everyone grew tense with the tone he took as it was obvious given her avoidance to eye contact when he brought it up.

“Who. Shot. Their. Gun.”

“Andrea” Glenn blurted as Dale smacked him in the arm. The guy was nervous. He wasn’t about to lie for her.

“I’m sorry Daryl! You two looked awful and from afar—like walkers. I had to protect—-“

“FOUR OF YALL CAME TOWARD US. WE DIDNT NEED SOME TRIGGER HAPPY BITCH TAKE CARE OF IT” Daryl snaps as Rick stepped between them pushing him back gently keeping mind of his own injuries.

“Look. You’re upset. We all are. We’re worried about—-“

“Nah. She wouldn’t have gotten hurt if you had just trusted me to take care of business by myself. I shouldn’t have taken the one person I care about in this goddamn apocalypse” Daryl clenched his jaw moving his gaze to the floor. “I’m leavin’ if I lose her” he whispered.

“Daryl”

The two quickly turned to Maggie as she kept a relaxed expression but the tension in her shoulders struck Daryl’s anxiety.

“We need you”

Daryl quickly ran toward the house and barging into the room noticing the branch was still in Y/N’s side.

“Why the fuck haven’t—-“

“I stabilized it but she woke up, screamed at us wondering where you were—-“

He didn’t say anything all he did was instantly to go to her side noticing the color that left her face from the blood loss, and the bullet graze on the side of her face.

“D-Daryl. It h-hurts” She whined with tears streaming down her face as Daryl held her hand trying not to fall apart.

“He’s gotta take it out and access yea, sunshine”

“P-Please. Don’t leave”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” Daryl states giving Hershel a look for him to get started as he watches the doc move the bandaging showing the branch that still needed to be pulled out. His heart was pounding in his chest holding Y/N’s hand knowing in a split second he’s going to have to hold her shoulders.

Which happened to be now. Hershel started to pull the branch out and Y/N tried to fight Hershel wanting him to stop but he kept repeating “almost there”. Daryl brought his hands to her shoulders pinning her down as Patricia held her legs down to keep the movement at a minimum. She clawed at Daryl’s arms crying in pain as he knew he would be hearing her screams whenever something went wrong in the future.

Once the branch was removed, the blood poured in new places that weren’t where the clamps were. Leading Hershel to apply pressure immediately while Patricia scrambled to get what they needed. Daryl relaxed but tensed instantly when Y/N’s breathing slowed…slower than normal.

“Goddamn it” Daryl frowns holding Y/N’s face shaking her slightly. “Come on come on come on!” He shouted startling everyone as Hershel took notice and quickly checked her pulse while Patricia kept the pressure.

“Son, you know CPR?!”

“What?! Nah. No she don’t need it. She’s just—-“

“You need to do it or she’ll die”

Then the sound went out in his head. Daryl instantly started to do CPR and tried his best not to instantly break her ribcage with the pressure he was building up to. His shoulder was grabbed when Hershel finished his work and checked her pulse. He did good. Daryl did good.

“She’s gonna be unconscious for a while” Hershel states, about a few hours later as it was now the evening. Daryl hasn’t left her side and he mainly said that in hopes he’d get up to walk around a bit. But he didn’t want to face anybody. “She lost a lot of blood and it’ll take a while—-“

“Use mine”

“Pardon?”

“I’m fucking universal. Take some of mine to help her”

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“He seriously did that?” Y/N questions Daryl as the two were sitting alone in the room they were sharing at the CDC.

“Got a lot of money out of it”

“But that’s not safe. Taking three pints? How did you not go into shock?”

“Who said I didn’t?”

“Daryl, I’ll fucking kill you if you ever gave me your blood”

“Huh?” Daryl was confused on what she meant and Y/N was getting at, if the situation asked for it. She wouldn’t want him to bleed himself just for her to live. “You ain’t gonna lose a fuckton of blood. Won’t let it happen”

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Three pints. Fucking moron.

But Hershel only took one a day and gave it to Y/N, letting Daryl take the couch in the living room to recuperate after each transfusion. He had to be a human blood bag, Hershel couldn’t calculate a pint so he had a cut off period. Meaning 3 pints could’ve been less than what was taken.

Daryl didn’t have to give anymore and found himself back in the chair beside the bed staring blankly at the window seeing the group take advantage of the luxury of the Greene farm. Part of him knew it wasn’t going to last. Something in him was leaning toward that, but he wasn’t going to lose her if something bad were to happen.

He flinched to feeling something as he brought himself to cross his arms turning toward her thinking it was just a breeze. But when he noticed her open eyes and extended hand, it was her.

“Holy shit. Holy SH—“ Daryl cut himself off when Y/N brought her finger to her lips to shush him as he leaped out of the chair dropping to his knees directly beside the bed dropping his head onto the bed. She instantly wrapped her arm around his shoulders as her other hand carefully reached over to run her fingers through his hair. “Thank god. Thank fucking god”

“Dar…your arm is bruised”

“Don’t…don’t worry about it, sunshine. I had to do what I had to do”

A sigh escaped her lips making him turn his face toward her as she gently caresses his face watching him relax to her touch.

“I’m always going to worry about you”

“Y/N…you almost died” His voice cracked as her expression saddened gripping the back of his shirt tugging at him. Daryl got the idea as he pulled himself up letting Y/N wrap her arms around him as they both kept in mind their injuries.

“I’m not going anywhere…has to take a lot to take me away from you”

“I love you…I loved yea since I first met you…”

Y/N held onto him with the strength she had feeling Daryl hide his face in the crook of her neck.

“Falling for you, wasn’t meant to be literal” She giggles feeling him pull away so he could get a good look at that smile of hers that he missed so much. “I love you Daryl”

The tears came back when he brought his lips to hers feeling her gently wipe away his tears not breaking the kiss they shared. She returned her arms around his shoulders parting from him to bring him close once again.

“I ain’t letting go, sunshine”

“Good…”

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

This one's probably a hard one but: Vanilla + SVE bachelors with a farmer who has the fear of dying/thanatophobia/death itself? Curious what you'd do with this!

Oh, heavy topic...

Thanks for the ask, dear anon!

⚠️ Warning: mention of death, mention of attempted suicide, mention of war.

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Stardew Valley

Harvey:

Near-death experiences almost always leave a scar in a person's mental health. Harvey suspected that after the emergency operation he had performed on Farmer, severely wounded in the Mines, his friend and patient would have to recover not only their physical health, but their mental health as well. And he was right (and hoped he was wrong): Farmer began to suffer from insomnia, panic attacks, and avoid all places that could be associated with death, even the Harvey's Clinic. The doctor will give Farmer the contact of a therapist he knows well who can help them with their phobia, and offers his support and help too.

Sam:

Young and perpetually energetic Sam used to think little of death until his father left to defend the Republic, with the likelihood of not returning. Frowning thoughts began to visit him more, but the guitarist still chased them away, trying to think only of good things. Farmer, who is so panic-stricken about death and all the news about death-related events, caught Sammy off guard. He wants to help Farmer, but doesn't know how. Maybe he can ask Harvey for advice. But he's always willing to help Farmer at least calm down if they get caught in a panic attack. And will also try not to mention the war news in front of them, so as not to trigger them.

Shane:

Damn... How Shane can feel their pain and struggle. When he woke up in the clinic, remembering his (thankfully) failed jump, it was his fear of death that made him stop. Although it saved his life, he was terrified of death afterwards, walking around depressed, afraid of ending without knowing what came next, and afraid of dying and leaving Jas, who had already lost her parents before. But Shane was able to control himself, not without the help of his family and Farmer, of course. So he will not abandon a close friend when they are suffering. One word - therapy: it helped him, and it would help them too.

Elliott:

Some anxiety about death is a perfectly normal part of the human condition, is it not? A question that sooner or later arises for a person, forcing them to look for answers in philosophy, religion, or elsewhere. But Elliott sees that Farmer's abnormal fear of death is preventing them from the most important thing of all: enjoying life. The writer will be careful to approach Farmer with help, as he doesn't have the right knowledge and is afraid of triggering a panic attack in them with the wrong words. Harvey should know the contacts of the right people, plus Elliott will ask around his acquaintances. All in all, he won't leave his friend alone with a problem.

Alex:

Alex had to face death at a young age when his mom passed away. The poor kid, who lost his family so suddenly, later grieved not only for mother, but also had a fear that his grandparents would also pass away (they were already old at that time). Then he received help, but about the very subject of death the athlete did not tell anyone except his grandma and grandpa, not wanting to appear weak and tearful. But Farmer listened and supported Alex, even though Alex told them about his late mother, and the subject of death scares them to death. They have not abandoned Alex, and he will try to listen to them and help them as he knows how, either in word or deed - anything.

Sebastian:

Standing by the railroad or on the sandy shore, Sebastian had thought more than once about death: was there really an afterlife, would anyone remember him when he passed away, was there any chance that he would become a ghost after death? But these were just his thoughts, and local emo didn't expect a harsh reaction from Farmer when he casually mentioned one of this questions. He didn't mean to offend or scare them, but... this behavior wasn't right. Sebby would try to ask Farmer if they're okay, trying his best to help them, but for now he would leave them alone, not wanting to make the situation worse.

Stardew Valley Expanded

Lance:

Death, the threat of which accompanies the adventurer throughout their life, ceases to be their fear. This is explained to every would-be monster hunter in every guild from the very beginning of their journey. It has been explained to Lance as well, and he is ready to throw himself into the defence of humans without fear of death. Farmer became an adventurer much later, and judging by their reactions, no one prepared them for such a thing. The gallant adventurer would try to help his friend, but if this continued and hindered Farmer in battle, then... He would advise Farmer to postpone position as adventurer, and concentrate on their own mental wellbeing.

Victor:

Victor ran around in a panic looking for sedatives in his house, not at all expecting that the tv news program would gave Farmer a panic attack. When the spaghetti lover was able to calm his friend down, Farmer explained to him that the news about the massive loss of life due to the war had triggered them, and began apologizing to Victor. To which he stopped them, telling them that they had nothing to apologize for. Such news can... indeed make a person really sad. Victor advised them to go to Dr. Harvey for help, and told them that his house was always open and he was ready to receive and listen to them.

Magnus Rasmodius:

Death is a natural, inevitable occurrence, and Magnus, who is of a respectable age and has begun to prepare for his end by leaving a legacy for his pupil, no longer fears death. But he can understand the fear of the young Farmer, especially after their near-death experience in Mines. Magnus... isn't the best at talking, but he will do his best to comfort Farmer and explain to them about the concept of death, trying to help them deal with their fear. If his words weren't enough, well... Then he might suggest Farmer turn to Linus, with his wisdom, or the local doctor. Not that the Wizard doesn't care, it's just that he doesn't quite know how to help his friend with this.

[jetblack4realz]

subtlety - tate dutton

summary - anon request for a tate fic about lloyd's granddaughter! love this idea! basically just a ton of lloyd teasing and tate and you trying to sneak around your families

word count - 2.1k

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you'd been part of the ranch basically since you were born. your parents were young and stupid and so you ended up in the arms of your grandfather, lloyd pierce. he, john dutton, and the rest of the wranglers always adored you, and john added on a room to the bunkhouse so you could stay close to your grandpa with your own privacy. and a lock.

you were the only kid around for a solid eight years before kayce brought tate around. you two clicked instantly, becoming fast friends. it took another eight years for you to realize how close you really were.

"shh!" you said with a giggle, finger to your mouth as you pulled tate after you.

"what are you doing?" he whispered, a wide smile on his lips as you continued dragging him to who knows where. you glanced back at him, beaming before ducking sideways. tate almost stumbled as he turned after you, spotting your dark blue, '96 chevy silverado. "what are we doing?"

"shut up, dutton!" you yelled quietly. he grinned at the tease, pulling back on your hand to stop you momentarily. "tate, what-?"

he pulled you into him quickly, hand on your waist as he pressed his lips to yours. you smiled into the kiss, loosening in his grasp as you raised your free hand to wrap over his shoulder, fingers toying with the hair at the back of his neck.

"we can see you, you know!"

"shit!"

you both ducked and heard immediate bouts of laughter on the opposite side of the truck, nearest the bunkhouse.

"you guys aren't discreet!"

you groaned, leaning your forehead on his shoulder. "i really thought we could get away with this one. why is he always waiting up?"

"c'mon tate, we know y'all are there!"

"why the hell is my dad here too?" your boyfriend wondered, brows knitted in annoyance. you sighed.

"come on," you told him, "let's save ourselves at least a little bit of embarrassment."

"hold on," he said quickly, pulling your hand to bring you back to him. he kissed you softly, smiling all the way through before finally letting you pull away. he grinned, standing with you. "we can go now."

you smiled at him before moving around the truck to walk to the porch of the bunkhouse, letting go of tate's hand when you spotted your grandfather. you offered him a charming and sweet smile, no matter how sheepish you felt inside. "hi grandpa."

"hey kid," lloyd said, smiling amusedly as he watched you walk up the steps towards him and kayce. tate didn't follow, standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking up at the two men you were slipping behind to reach the door.

kayce raised his brows at his son, unable to resist the smile pulling at his lips anyways. "you ready to go home?"

"yeah," he said, shrugging a bit as he looked away to avoid lloyd's gaze.

"you know," the older man started once he heard the door shut behind you, hands shoved in his pockets. "i woulda let y'all keep doing whatever it was y'all were doing until you kissed her. you really don't know how to keep your hands to yourself, do you bud?"

it wasn't the first time he'd caught you in precarious situations and kayce stifled a laugh as tate went red.

"i, well, uh-"

"i hope you're showing her a good time at least," lloyd continued. "a safe one too. you know what i mean?"

"oh my-"

"lloyd," kayce said, shaking his head. "i really don't need that mental image, do you?"

"well, you don't want the kids ending up like you and monica, do you?" he asked, raising his brows. kayce's ears burned red and he cleared his throat.

"let's go, tate," he said, descending the stairs quickly. "goodnight, lloyd."

"goodnight, kayce," lloyd answered with a gruff laugh. he offered a single wave to the youngest dutton. "goodnight, tate!"

"goodnight, sir."

the father and son walked off hastily, kayce muttering something to the boy lloyd couldn't hear, but earned a quick grumble of argument from tate. lloyd laughed, leaning against the post of the deck and watching them go.

"you're so annoying, did you know that?" he turned to see you leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed over your chest, an unamused look on your face. "can you just leave him be sometimes? he's already nervous around you."

lloyd scoffed. "no he ain't. i've known him his whole life."

"yes he is. you're always teasing him and making him feel bad for liking me. i swear he's gonna stop showing up here one of these days just to avoid you," you hummed.

"no he ain't." lloyd rolled his eyes. "he likes you too much."

"hope so."

the next day he and kayce were out helping you and the wranglers with moving the cattle to another pasture, tate staying close to you as you circled the herd. you glanced at him over your shoulder, smiling a bit when you made eye contact.

"we can't let that happen again," you told him. "that was embarrassing."

"oh was it? you got to go inside, i'm the one who got stuck with the old men," he huffed.

"well then don't kiss me twenty feet away from the damn bunkhouse," you said with a laugh.

"that ain't my fault."

"it's not?"

"nope."

"how's that?"

"you were being too cute with all your giggling and sneaking me away," he answered. "i thought we were in the clear."

"we're never in the clear. we've gotta realize that eventually."

tate trotted a bit closer to you as the closest wrangler to you, colby, rode off to the side to herd a heifer back into the fold. you glanced over at your boyfriend, a small smile growing as he leaned towards you from his place on the saddle, waving you closer with one hand.

"what, cowboy?" you laughed, leaning towards him too.

"leave your window open," he whispered. you laughed again. "i'm serious!"

"there's no way that's working. i think i'd have a better shot of getting into your room than you do of mine. they'll hear you!"

he shushed you quickly, furrowing his brows and glancing around at the wranglers and your families who weren't paying any sort of attention to you both. "they will if you keep yelling about it! just leave your window open, okay?"

you laughed, shrugging a bit. "okay. it's your funeral."

"hey," he said, reaching forward and grabbing the reins of your horse, pulling you to be at his side. he pressed a firm, quick kiss to your lips, grinning as he released the reins back to you. "this'll work, and it'll be great."

"whatever you've gotta tell yourself," you laughed, kissing him again before racing off to join your grandpa's side at the side of the herd, tate watching you go with a dopey grin.

"you two are disgusting, you know that?" ryan asked as you trotted up, scrunching his nose at you. "i'm pretty sure you've kissed that boy more in the last few months than i've kissed a woman in my entire life."

"that says more about you than it does about me, ryan," you said, laughing as you exchanged looks with lloyd. "you just admitted to having worse game than a sixteen year old."

he knitted his brows, unable to come up with a response for a few moments, and when he finally did he was cut off by lloyd.

"the only game he's got is with colby, and it damn sure isn't during poker," he laughed.

ryan rolled his eyes, turning his horse to walk off to said best friend. "i don't wanna hear it."

"don't give it if you can't take it!" lloyd called after him as he rode away, laughing heartily. as soon as he'd rounded the herd, he looked to you. "he's right though. y'all are some clingy motherfuckers."

"you just called me a motherfucker," you laughed, shaking your head.

"don't act like you haven't heard it before," he said with a roll of his eyes. "don't act like you haven't said it before."

you laughed again. "whatever, grandpa. he's a nice boy. i see no reason why you shouldn't like him."

"oh i do like him! he's a good kid. i just like giving him a hard time is all. i'm your grandfather, it's my job," he said, smiling at you through his mustache.

"kayce's his dad and he doesn't tease me," you objected.

"that's because he knew if he did he'd have me to deal with, and i have more dirt on that kid than almost anyone on the ranch - the kind of dirt he certainly doesn't want his son hearing."

that night you told the boys you wanted to go to bed early and not participate in their nightly poker game. there were a few cries of protest, but eventually you were waved off with a chorus of goodnights from the group.

as soon as your door was shut and locked, you pulled out your phone and texted tate.

all clear. good luck!

you laughed to yourself as you sat back on your bed, knocking the lights out as you passed the switch. the text beneath your message changed from delivered to read and you laughed again, swiping out of messenger and beginning to just scroll your phone as you waited for your boyfriend.

about ten minutes later, your screen lit up with a 0.5 picture you'd taken of tate a year ago and you were quick to press the little green phone button that came with it.

"yeah?" you whispered quietly.

"is your window unlocked?"

"yep. want me to open it?"

"that'd be great."

you stood, the call still going as you began sliding the window open, as slowly and as quietly as was possible. standing on the opposite side was tate and you grinned. "alright, cowboy, how you gonna do this one?

his brows furrowed and he began glancing around him. "i guess i'll need something to step on, huh?"

"probably," you answered with a light laugh. you ended the call and watched him run to grab a random cinder block that was in the dirt by the corner of the house.

"this'll do," he muttered to himself, picking it up and walking it back over to the window. he dropped it just below, turning it vertical to give him the extra height and stepping up onto it. "'scuse me, babe."

you stepped back, watching as he carefully began climbing through the window, arms out and hanging onto the frame to keep from falling off the block.

"what the hell are you doing?"

"shit-!"

tate bumped his head on the top of the frame at the same time you jumped and gasped, the boy stumbling backwards and falling of his makeshift stool. you leaned out the window, brows furrowing as you looked at him and then to the side where your grandfather was standing with literally every wrangler behind him.

ryan and colby were laughing, jake just shaking his head as teeter grinned at you.

"i thought it was strange you didn't want to join us," lloyd said to you, brows raised as he looked between you and your boyfriend.

"grandpa, please-"

he held a hand up to stop you and moved to pick tate up by the back of his shirt. when he was on two feet again he patted his shoulder, shaking his head.

"if y'all are set on making this a secret teenage romance, you really gotta work harder," he said. "we could hear you stomping around to the back of the house as soon as you pulled up. not to mention you calling her on the phone, you idiot."

"you should really learn how to text these things," colby said with an amused smile.

"i've seen cows with more finesse than you," lloyd said, a thin smile on his lips as he looked at tate. "you really think all this is gonna charm her?"

"it's working pretty well," you decided to say, teeter letting out a laugh as ryan shook his head at you.

"it ain't working on me, and i'm the one he should be trying to charm," lloyd said. "go on home kid. you've got work in the morning."

tate nodded, swallowing down his shame and stepping back. "yes, sir."

you winced as he walked off, shooting you a look as he went. "sorry, babe!"

"it ain't your fault, kid," lloyd said, chuckling to himself. "the kid just can't figure out a thing about subtlety."

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[bucksboobs]

Hi, I'm the spoiler anon. Sorry, I didn't think about our different timezones and only been able to send an ask now.

Firstly, I loved the way that Nichols and Wolfe dealt with their (small) conflict this episode. They've been consistent in showing great open communication between the two, and I like how it still felt like they were meeting more in the middle rather than it having to be one opinion vs the other, it just felt very respectful.

The way the show dealt with Alison in this episode was also great. I had felt apprehensive about them possibly going down a more 'fatal attraction' type road, but I should have given the show more credit considering previous episodes. Though I did find it odd that Wolfe and his interns were the ones treating her initially. Would she not have gone to the ER, and would those who work in neuro typically be working in the ER?

What might be an unpopular opinion, and the main thing I'd love to hear your thoughts on, is that after this episode I think Ericka is best alone or with another doctor outside that hospital. I still like Jacob and Van as individual characters, but this episode showed me that neither of them are good for Ericka, at least right now, and they both have issues with jealousy and possessiveness, just in different ways. Van is more overt, whereas Jacob is more subtle. Then when Van was a dick, he responds in kind by revealing he has a kid.

Seen people try and make the argument that Jacob was just being a good guy and he didn't know that she didn't know Van had a kid, but he absolutely knew and decided to use it to cause issues between them. More importantly, Ericka knew that was why he did it, out of jealousy and possessiveness, which is why she called him out on his behaviour. Would love to know your take on it.

It does feel a bit of a shame that for a show that had so far built up great supportive relationships, to have them crumble due to a love triangle. Though the next couple episodes might build back the support.

So for the Van/Ericka/Jacob triangle I do think the fact Jacob told Ericka directly after Van gloated and that Ericka knew immediately that it was a play makes it pretty obvious that it wasn’t an accident.

I think up until Van did his gloating, he was kind of completely in the right just vibing, and following Ericka’s lead. Jacob’s sudden push into making it into a competition seems like it made him pretty mad and territorial which is something we hadn’t seen from him before (an new depth to his character that might explain why his son apparently lives with his baby mama) I think partially this is set up to explain how Van’s previous relationship fell apart.

On whether either should with Ericka I think that’s meant to be up to Ericka and I think it’s pretty obvious she wants nothing to do with either of them right now, but I could see her forgiving Van a lot quicker than she could forgive Jacob simply because Van being hesitant to mention his kid in a potentially romantic relationship when it’s clear not even Dana (who seems to be Van’s best friend among the interns) knew —when Ericka had made clear that she doesn’t want kids in the previous episode— kind of comes off as understandable whereas Jacob giving away a major secret to score points in some game where Ericka is the prize… not so much. If she ends up back with Van I won’t be surprised. I think for the time being, Jacob’s out of the running until he apologizes.

Allison’s thing was handled well, and to answer your question, she was being treated by neuro because of the nature of her overdose, I think they just initially had Dana and Ericka there because for whatever reason, Neuro seems to be close to the ER entrance at Bronx general. Watching this story though, I really focussed in on how well the story was treating Carol. She never makes excuses for herself but she also admits she had selfish reasons to continue treating Allison. Her being so gentle with Morris asking for the divorce was a perfect showing of who she is: a woman who will always prioritize the emotions of everyone around her but who won’t let that be at the cost of herself. She asked for the Divorce not because she hates Morris but because she doesn’t want to live angry anymore, and still she takes the time to tell Morris she still loves him. It was really beautiful even if it was sad. Morris doesn’t quite get that of course, he’s still under the impression that as long as he keeps apologizing everything is okay but that’s a very human flaw, to think that apologies are all that’s required to mend a relationship.

As for Josh and Oliver: they were so cute at the very end and I’m glad they addressed how Josh and Oliver butting heads isn’t going away nor is it antithetical to them continuing to be in a loving relationship. I hope they keep that squabbling dynamic for the rest of the series just to add light drama and humor as they continue to grow to understand the other’s perspective. They’ll never have an exact understanding of course because Oliver comes at everything from a palliative perspective— treating symptoms and improving quality of life— whereas Nichols, as a neurosurgeon, approaches everything from a curative perspective— eliminating the disease process entirely. From the first episode we see this play out: Josh thinks he’s done his part because he cured the epilepsy, but Oliver is focused on the side effects and quality of life for the patient. Ultimately one approach cannot exist without the other, so to vocalize it using the two of them having their little squabbles is a strongpoint of the series.

[sharp-silver4795]

help i cant believe someone like peter isnt racist AND actually marry a chinese woman

he looks so much like a generic white straight racist homophobic xenophobic american guy

Oh, he’s 100% racist. But in the way that he idolises people from certain parts of the world and claiming others are inferior. Like I said, Peter gives off Twitter Alpha Male™️ vibes.

The whole “Asian = Pure” deal and that “the western world is ruining women!!.”

The post I made about “he’s not racist, he’s just old” is about Jessie since he outright calls out the fact that Peter and Liu are not the same race (East Asian & Caucasian)

The whole reason he wanted to be with Martha was because he saw her as the pure soul who had been untouched by modern culture. (Ew!) What she saw as another “true love” was a creeps way of taking advantage of a widow who was shamed in her town and fled to America for a new start…

Peter and Martha

How did I get here? Anon, how did you make me end up doing a whole damn post about this?!

More family shit here

Martha Woods/Han Shen

She was born in 1959 and came from a small- very traditional- town in Jilin, China (吉林). She was raised to be a very caring young woman with a big heart and- honestly very pure- soul.

She and her sweetheart, Han Shang, got married at 23 & 25 and had their baby, Han Liu, at 28 & 31. They stayed in China and had wonder lives until her husband was involved in a horrible accident. He was dead on arrival at the hospital.

It was so hard to explain to a 4 year old kid that his dad was gone.

Adding insult to injury, due to rigid norms and unfair superstitions, she was shamed in her town. She decided that it was best for her to take her little one and leave…

A “Saviour”

At first, she aimed to move to South Korea or Thailand since she had friends in Seoul, and family in Chiang Mai. However, one day, she met a man.

She had a hard time communicating, but understood him fairly well. Apparently, he had been in China to study, as an architect. They talked a lot, despite his mediocre Chinese. She found it endearing, really.

His name was Peter woods. He said he’d take care of her very well if she came to the states and married him.

He often called her a “pure woman” and “a diamond among the coals”.

She thought he was her way out. For her, and Liu…

To America

At the time, she didn’t know how immigration worked. Peter just told her what to do, and she did it.

When she got married to him and moved in, he was… shocked, at the very least, that Liu existed. He proceeded to get extremely angry with her, asking why she didn’t tell him….

She only responded with a look of confusion. “I did tell you. I told you of my son and my lost husband.”

That’s when it hit him that his Chinese really fucking sucked and he had missed that part of their conversations.

It pissed him off to no end…

Divider Creds: Sisterlucifergraphics

Header Creds: MEEE!!!!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi, I'm the anon who sent you Strawhats with Spot!Reader, since you made RoR characters with Spot!Reader I was wondering if you could make Strawhats with Spot!Reader.

-Well now, this was a fine predicament you found yourself in!

-You opened a portal to escape the police and somehow crossed dimensions and you were now in a world where pirates reigned supreme and you had no way of returning to your own dimension.

-You tried turning over a new leaf, using your powers and abilities for good in this new world, but whenever you tried to enter a town, you would be chased by the citizens and by the marines, thinking you were a monster.

-You were able to do your research, as you had heard multiple people saying that you had eaten something called a Devil Fruit, that these were unnatural fruits in this world that gave those who ate them unnatural but breathtaking powers, at the expense of not being able to swim.

-An outcast once more, you realized that a life of crime was all you would be able to accomplish in this world as well, as a pirate. At least you could freak people out about being a ‘devil fruit user’ and being able to swim!

-You earned your bounty pretty quickly, being able to rob banks and other places of wealth with relative ease, and when the government released your bounty poster under Y/N the Spot, you were quite pleased with yourself, seeing such a massive bounty. You even framed it!

-You found your solstice with other pirates, other outcasts and many learned quickly not to cross you, trying to steal what you stole first, or trying to stab you, only for them to fall into a hole to spit them back out elsewhere.

-It was such a group of misfits and weirdos that you found to call your own, the Straw Hat Pirates, after Luffy found you.

-You thought he was just a funny kid, so you impressed him by using your skills to warp a huge pile of food out of the kitchen on a marine’s ship onto his own ship.

-His starry eyed look made you grin, if you could grin, and you liked his vibe and when he told you to join his crew, you immediately accepted.

-His crew was just as funny as him, at least to you, as Zoro immediately tried to charge at you, thinking you were a threat, only for you to open a hole that sent him right back into Sanji, which caused a huge fight.

-Chopper was like a little kid, sticking his hand in the holes on your body, after you said it was okay, and he was delighted to see his hoof, which he put through your hand, coming out of your eye socket.

-Usopp, Brook, and Luffy were quick to join in, having fun until Nami whacked Luffy, Brook, Usopp and you on the head, managing to leave a lump on your head, telling you to knock it off.

-You fit in easily, earning everyone’s respect, as you made transporting cargo so easy! Sanji or Nami could have huge bags of purchases while out in town and you could instantly wrap them back to the ship, leaving their hands free and they didn’t have to lug everything back to the ship.

-Franky loved your abilities too, when there was something mechanical going on, rather than taking everything apart, you would just open a portal so he could easily go through and fix things right then and there.

-Nami was like Luffy, who loved your ability when you were easily able to steal treasure, earning her praise which you teased the others with, especially Sanji.

-Sanji did appreciate your skills with transporting things, but he was disappointed when you told him that while you use your abilities for stealing and things like that, you don’t use them for pervy things, while you easily could.

-Sanji begged you to use your powers for ‘evil’ but you didn’t have to do anything, as Nami was there to handle things instantly.

-Zoro was distrustful of you, like he is with almost any new member, but he found a good sparring partner, as you could easily dodge and send him all around you. It made his reaction time and able to change directions easily on a dime.

-Jinbei wasn’t sure what to think of you, he found you a bit odd, but laughed when you said he was odd when he first told you, as you hadn’t met a fishman before. Jinbei became a mentor to you, kind of like that father figure you not only wanted but needed, and he would always laugh when you would freak others out, mainly marines, when you would jump into the sea and swim away, making them freak out that you were a devil fruit user that could swim.

-Usopp and you were a good team, as you would open portals to get him to a high vantage point, perfect for sniping others, and you offered him a quick escape so he would act real cocky to piss people off, then disappear, leaving only one of his trap plants waiting.

-You and Brook did the same thing, you would open portals so he could crawl out like some sort of vengeful spirit, acting scary which would send your opponents running, leaving the two of you falling over yourselves laughing.

-Robin found your antics amusing, seeing the mischief that you were causing, often just staying back and laughing, wanting to see what you were going to do next. Nami was beside herself when she found out that Robin was the one to suggest you and Brook scaring others, as he had unintentionally scared her.

-You liked this group of weirdos, they were yours, your friends, and you fit in just perfectly with them, and that’s all you ever wanted.

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

when was this i love recorded if he was whispering that he loves stephanie? and i don’t understand how could he love her when all she did was use him

Hi, anon.

I apologize for the late response, the holidays have been very busy over here, and I haven’t had much time to draft my responses 😩 As for the other anons who are still waiting for an answer from me, or a request to be fulfilled by me, I will get to them soon! I haven’t forgotten lol.

To answer your question, Chinese Democracy began recording in early 1998, and the sessions weren’t finished until 1999. This means, around that time, Axl must’ve removed the “Stephanie, I love you” outro from This I Love. However, he might’ve discarded it much later in the process since he was still working on the album until 2008.

The history behind This I Love is quite interesting. It is the oldest song off Chinese Democracy and it’s the only GNR song to be written in France. This I Love is known as a “post-illusion song” and was written in 1993, towards the end of the Illusion tours, when Axl was in Paris. This is also the same year in which Stephanie broke up with Axl in February.

The song transpired because Stephanie was cheating on Axl with Warren Beatty while he was touring overseas in 1992. During this time, she probably cheated on him with Charlie Sheen by going to his cocaine-infused parties.

In the book, Watch You Bleed: The Saga of Guns N' Roses, by Stephen Davis, he explains that “[Axl] hadn't slept in three days, and was unable to turn off his stage adrenaline to relax. Axl spent hours on the phone with Stephanie Seymour, and became agitated because she had reported that Warren Beatty had been calling her.”

In reality, she was dating Beatty and was sugar-coating the news to Axl, yet he suspected her ulterior motives. Why would Stephanie do this? Didn’t she love Axl?? My theory is she didn’t love him as much as he loved her. She might’ve had an infatuation with him at one point but, overtime, it sizzled away, and she became attracted to other men, solely because of their net worth.

Another theory I have is, after their breakup, Axl waited a full year before suing Stephanie because he was waiting for her to come back to him IF her relationship with Peter Brant failed. If she did come back to him within that year, he would’ve invited her into his life again, ultimately giving her another chance. But she never did.

In fact, when she was settling the case between Axl, Stephanie was 6 months pregnant at the time with Brant’s child. I find this skeptical because Axl always wanted to have his own kids. It doesn’t make any sense why she never got pregnant by Axl, but she did by Brant upon meeting him in February of ‘93. Something tells me that she did get pregnant with Axl’s child but she performed an abortion because…Well, she knew he wanted to have a family and, since she’s a bitch, she would do such a thing to him. But that’s another theory of mine! I don’t mean to stir the pot or create unnecessary drama about this topic 😅 Some people even speculated Stephanie was pregnant with Axl’s child, not Brant’s. I dunno…It’s just very interesting to think about.

Axl wrote This I Love because it was a way for him to cope with the loss and it was “a great healing experience to compose something you have no real idea you’re capable of.”

Furthermore, Axl devoted the songs to Stephanie’s son, Dylan, so he could find out the truth about their relationship instead of believing the lies from Stephanie. I’m not sure if Stephanie told Dylan about Axl, or if he heard Chinese Democracy, but it’s always best to take precautions IN CASE these things DO happen. Ngl it was a smart move on Axl’s part.

One frequent visitor to the GNR studio mentioned that "when Stephanie Seymour's birthday [July 23rd] came around, Axl seemed to shut down for weeks. A lot of this record is about Stephanie: She was his perfect woman, at least his image of what she should be.” I’ll never understand why Axl thought Stephanie was perfect, but maybe he saw something special in her that’ll we’ll never fully grasp, simply because we weren’t in that relationship to discover it. We can’t deny she had a huge impact on him, though.

Another detail I’d like to note is Axl never blamed Stephanie for cheating on him. He always blamed the men, like Warren Beatty, for corrupting her. For instance, in 1993, Axl dedicated the song Double Talkin’ Jive to Beatty and bashed him on stage, using words, to a large crowd at one of his concerts. This tells me that Stephanie meant everything to Axl and was the “perfect” partner he was looking for in his life, compared to Erin.

[repo-net]

How do you think Nagisa would react if the other warriors were the mastermind instead of Monaca

Oooh, that's a fun question. Thanks for submitting it, anon!

I'm going to assume that you mean if any of three other WoH had Monaca's ideals and goals rather than the pickle herself? I've actually never given this one much thought until you submitted it, but I'm always down to explore/give my own take on Nagisa's relationships with the other three kiddos.

To generalize the points I'll make, I think the one thing that'll stick with Nagisa finding out that Masaru/Jataro/Kotoko was pulling the strings is that he'd be able to stand his ground much, much better than how he took it when Monaca revealed her true motives, and he'd likely be able to keep himself composed; at least until the matter of expectations gets brought up.

Although Nagisa loves those three dearly and would put himself in danger before letting any of them get harmed, Monaca was a special attachment that he had. I've said this in previous posts, but I do think Nagisa's kind of had a hunch that there's something wrong with Monaca, and one reason why becoming leader meant so much to him is that maybe with that authority he can convince her to get to a paradise without like, committing a full-blown genocide.

I'll surrender that It's a little hard to imagine the three of them actually having it in them to lead something as diabolical as Monaca's plans, but maybe my imagination just isn't wild enough, eheh.

For the sake of storytelling, I think how this would play out in terms of the other Warriors getting sic'ed would be:

Chapters 1-2 are occupied by the two from Masaru/Jataro/Kotoko that aren't the mastermind, while Nagisa takes the lead in Chapter 3 and tries to deal with Komaru and Toko before realizing that he can't beat them, so Chapter 4 starts off with him as usual - trying to get both of them to leave Towa City before the eventual confrontation with one of the three other WoH being the mastermind. As for where Monaca would fit into all this, uhh. No clue. But she isn't really an important factor in this post.

Individually though, Nagisa's reactions to the three other Warriors being masterminds...

Masaru

More than anything, he's actually shocked. Masaru being the one is what would take him off guard the most. While Monaca broke him; it was because he repressed/denied the possibility because he wanted to believe he could trust her. This is an option he never accounted for, and it's because Nagisa thinks Masaru would be too much of a dunce to pull something like this off.

The initial reaction would be something akin to dismissal, before realizing 'oh shit, he's actually serious?'. That's when the anger kicks in. Not so much fear, but just pure vexation at the fact that he of all people thought that something as insane as creating a second Junko would be a good idea.

Nagisa'll threaten Masaru that he'll tell on Monaca, but Masaru at this point likely doesn't care. This version of Masaru likely rules through power and would probably just bullrush through his enemies to get his way. I could honestly believe in the idea that he'd be cruel enough to show Komaru her parents' corpses in a similar fashion to how the pickle did it. (Actually, all three of them should be able to...)

This Nagisa would probably want to throw hands with Masaru because his opinion on Masaru already isn't the greatest and he gets annoyed by him pretty easily; but having a reason to go from 'well he's kind of annoying but he's still a good friend to me' to actually hating him - it's a transition that gives Nagisa motivation to actually fight back. Though he'll probably realize soon enough that trying to hurt a P.E kid when the one thing you flunked in school is P.E would be a terrible idea...

Though self-doubt issues would surface, Nagisa would find it easier to deny Masaru's taunts and telling him that nobody expects anything from him in comparison to being told the same ideas by Monaca. This version of Nagisa likely makes it past Chapter 4 because he runs off to Monaca. Kotoko and Jataro are absent here, so Monaca and Nagisa would probably alarm Tokomaru about what's about to go down.

Jataro

"He was always kind of strange, but to think that this is what he had in mind all along...?" - That's what would settle in. Unlike with Masaru's reveal, Jataro's would make Nagisa put things into perspective for a bit as he realizes that maybe all those gross things Jataro told him were his actual thoughts and not just ways to get Nagisa to hate him.

Heck, I think he'd genuinely be wondering at first if this is just another one of Jataro's ways to get Nagisa to hate him, because Nagisa's aware enough to realize that Jataro might think Nagisa doesn't hate him unlike the other Warriors because he's been far more patient with him and doesn't pick on Jataro.

This one would have a much softer Nagisa - he'd ask if any of the other Warriors have been going overboard with their teasing/bullying and that's what's making Jataro act out like this. Even when he's already showing himself off to be evil, Nagisa would still be concerned for mask boy's well-being.

(Actually, that could be a motive for why a MM!Jataro would want to pursue a second gen Junko, no? Maybe because Junko was the only one who seemed to care for him/give him what he really wants, and now Jataro wants to have something akin to that now that Junko's gone.)

Eventually, Nagisa'll realize that Jataro's a lost cause and he'll turn his back on him. With Masaru and Kotoko absent from the Warriors here; he again tells on Monaca - but as strange as it may sound, I think Jataro would be much more eager to go after Nagisa and make sure he doesn't ruin his plans than Masaru. Nagisa still seeming to harbor some sort of pity instead of hatred towards Jataro would push the latter over the edge and he might just finish the job himself. Though of course, all of this is just speculation on my end.

Kotoko

All the masks finally come off here. And out of all three - Nagisa would be pretty quick to believe in the idea that Kotoko was puppeting the strings all along. This is less because of an inherent bias against her, thinking that she's always been evil; but rather that if anyone had the capacity to be so violently cruel, it'd be the one who's been an actress since she was born.

I feel as though the sequence of events that would play out are pretty similar to how it goes down with Monaca, and that's because Kotoko would know how to push all the buttons to set Nagisa off, and she already has the attitude/malice to pull it off if she were a much darker character than her canon self.

Since Kotoko knows how to push Nagisa over the edge and break him like Monaca did in canon; Nagisa's reaction here mirrors how he is in UDG proper - utterly defeated, but this time it's because Kotoko would taunt him, telling him that nobody would ever believe him if he tried to snitch on her, because who would trust the smart, calculating Nagisa over sweet, innocent Kotoko, right?

She'd also be able to lure Nagisa into doing her bidding in a similar fashion to Nagisa's - Nagisa doesn't have it in him to hurt Kotoko and she's fully aware of Monaca's crush on Nagisa; but instead of childishly teasing him over it, it's using it against him - maybe something along the lines of threating to harm Monaca if Nagisa tries to tell her/betray Kotoko.

Because of that, Nagisa's fate here is likely the same as it is in UDG. Gets 'crushed' by a robot at the end, never to be seen again.

[melmedarda]

In the name of overriding the nasty anons,more Medarda headcanons!:

Mel's full name is Melody, but she stopped going by it once she moved to Piltover and just used her nickname. She thought it sounded a little too childish (you know how teenagers are), so she became Mel and it stuck. (Kino still calls her Melody though, as does her dad).

Kino actually did try to make contact with Mel once she got exiled. He never agreed with Ambessa on that particular choice of hers and he never really forgave her for it. But he was forbidden from actually going to Piltover to see his sister in the flesh, so he had to be content with whatever pipeline Elora created for their correspondence.

Ambessa was pretty certain that Mel was going to be a boy when she was pregnant with her,because of all the old wives' tales she was told (you know,about how women either carry high or low depending on the child's gender). Imagine her shock when a bouncing baby girl was born instead.

Kino thought Mel was a doll when she was born. When their dad did the whole "you're a big brother now" spiel while holding Mel, he didn't process that Mel was well,real,until she started squirming and of course,he was shocked like most kids would be. But he got over it pretty quick and damn near became a second dad. Mel couldn't do anything without him stationing himself nearby to "monitor the situation". ( I really like the idea of Kino being very protective of Mel and then being super close knit)

Ambessa never really came fully out to Kino and said that she banished Mel. Instead,she claimed that Mel was just "attending a prestigious school overseas" and that she would be back once school went on break. This,of course,never actually happened. When he asked why she wasn't back for whatever holiday/festival, she would make an excuse or threaten him until he stopped asking altogether. Elora told him the truth a year or so into Mel's exile. When I tell you hell broke loose once he knew.........oh boy.

Elora was meant to act as a companion/ au pair for Mel initially so that she wouldn't miss Noxus. (And also to prevent her from attempting to return home on her own). But in the way of all things, Mel grew up and into the woman she is and Elora found herself stuck with another Medarda woman. Tall, beautiful, exceptionally charming when she wanted to be. And safe to say, Elora didn't know what to do with any of that.

Thank HEAVENS Finally some good food. I'll tell you right now, and my friends know this well. I am never not thinking about the Medardas. Like, as a family. I know I'm always yapping about Mel (as I should), but the family dynamics of the Medardas make me positively unhinged. I spare you all and put it elsewhere. But it is there. Always. So this is GREAT. More of this!!!

I love the idea that Mel is just a nickname! I think so too, personally. There's a post I made a few years ago when we were speculating what her name could be, and I think Melody was one of them! I'll see if I can find that post and reblog it.

KINO AS A SECOND DAD!!!! I could see it. I love it. I love him. I love Them. I so wish we could have gotten a flashback with Kino, if only to see how he, Mel, and Ambessa interacted. I know he would miss Mel. I like to think that the way they viewed themselves is sort of like, us (Mel & Kino) against the world, and everyone else. And the way the Not-Kino spoke, I think that he and Mel both believed that they were a disappointment to Ambessa, so that was a bonding point between them.

SO I know we (the community) were talking about Mel & Elora being like Ruth and Naomi, but one of the parallels I had for them as David and Johnathan (for lifers). I say this because I'm hoping that if Elora did have family back in Noxus, that we could at least see Mel interacting with them, informing them of passing and mourning with them. I hope she will be kind to their family just as Elora was kind to her. (unlikely that this will occur but i can dream)

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Requested by anon

Mereoleona Vermillion

7. Precious childhood memory

I think that one of the most precious childhood memories she has is the Tuesday of Fire and Blood, because of what it meant for her. Someone going head to head with her without holding back. However, there is another precious childhood memory she has, and it’s something she hasn’t told to anyone else. She was 5 and Fuegoleon was 3, so he was far too young to remember the day, but she does. Their parents were, somewhere, she doesn’t exactly remember where, and it doesn’t matter. They were playing on a carpet in their father’s office, and she was getting bored. Started casting fire on her arm, just to flail it around lazily while sitting down, making circles. And she remembers looking at Fuegoleon, who was looking at her, and that’s when he did it. It was small, and could… barely be considered as mana flaring out, but… there was a small flicker of fire on his hands. And he giggled. Most kids don’t start showing their mana until they’re 4, and even then they can manifest in unexpected burst if there is a lot of mana. She’d later come to see Fue’s clothes spontaneously combusting, but that would be in the future. However, there, at that moment, she thought that she should start “running ahead”, because someone was going to start catching up to her soon enough. And as an older sister, she couldn’t just let her baby brother outdo her so easily.

14. Worst childhood memory

Her worst childhood memory was in her early teens. She and Fuegoleon had been… brawling, in lack of a better word, for years already, and that day was no different from it. Some stupid quarrel, or just another brawl, she can’t remember what it was about exactly, but… she went too far. Neither of them would have their grimoires for some time yet, and he had been keeping up with her, well enough at least, for a good time, but… She went too far. He went unconscious, and she started by just telling him to get up. It was followed by shaking him, but it didn’t work. Of course, after some time he did wake up, but after that day, she figured that she should spar with someone else. And if he so chose, he could challenge her, when he felt ready. But she wouldn’t start one. The memory is mixed with a lot of thoughts, some that tell her that he was stronger than that. That he’d get back up and learn from it. Because that’s what the snot-nosed brat did but… another part of her wasn’t quite so sure. It’s not her worst memory because she might think that he is weak. It’s not because, after some years later, she would have shied away engaging into a brawl again. But it’s her worst memory, because that was when it solidified to her, that they can die. Her brothers. She would obviously hold back because she loved them, but… the enemy wouldn’t.

[st-rayy]

hi ^^ could you make a song fic w kavetham (rom) w the song good luck babe ? tyy >_<

Hope this is to your liking, Anon xo Yk, I love this song but it was so hard to actually write something to this, therefore this is very messy oopsies ^^;

Not beta read we die like sumeru katheryne Happy Halloween btw

rough word count: 1338

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(please dont) stop the feeling | KaveTham SongFic - Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan

credit: .hunni. on hoyolab

“I’m home” Kaveh said, putting his keys into the little dish on a shelf. Usually, the scribe would’ve greeted the blonde, even if only with a hum, but it never came.

As Kaveh stepped into the house, he looked around, only to find Al-Haitham occupied with a book, as always. “Hey, Hayi.” The blonde tried again, only to be met with a glance and a grunt which indicated that Al-Haitham acknowledged his presence.

Weird, Kaveh had throught, Al-Haitham had never been /this/ quiet, and it worried him. Sure, they still argued occasionally, and Kaveh didn’t pay his rent on time a few days ago, but that had never been a problem in their 1 year relationship, at least Al-Haitham never voiced it was a problem.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

“But something’s wrong. Want to tell me?”

The blonde was met with silence, his cue to not push the topic. If Al-Haitham didn’t want to talk about it, Kaveh wouldn’t force him to, ever, and the scribe knew that.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Al-Haitham had started to become more and more distant, treating Kaveh less and less like his boyfriend. He didn’t even call him petnames anymore. The blonde had waved it off as a “mood swing” before, but as it stretched over multiple days, it concerned him.

“Could you hand me the book, Kaveh?”

“Why?”

The room fell silent, a confused expression forming on the grey haired man’s usual nonchalant expression. “Because I asked you?” Al-Haitham replied, but Kaveh only shook his head. “Why did you stop calling me baby, Hayi?” Kaveh decided being direct was the best approach, but Al-Haitham’s nonchalant expression started to piss him off.

“You’re being cliché” Al-Haitham replied with a shrug, reaching over to grab the book himself.

The phrase had startled Kaveh. Yeah, maybe he was a bit cliché, but did that really matter? Would Al-Haitham actually call it “love” what they had going on? Or had he just enjoyed being the person that Kaveh would call “baby”?

The same evening, the blonde had decided to call it off and Al-haitham hadn’t even tried to stop him. The scribe had excused his actions by saying it would just be the way he is, that they had just been a casual thing going on.

Kaveh felt tried when he heard those words. He felt hurt, it’s not fair.

“No matter how hard you try to deny this, Haitham, it will always be there.”

“It’s just the way I am, doesn’t mean I actually like guys, Kaveh.”

“Well, good luck, babe.” The blonde told Al-Haitham, having heard enough nonesense coming from the usually smart scribe. He packed his things and left the same night, staying with Cyno until he could afford to life by himself.

It’s fine, Kaveh told himself, it’s cool.

There was no reason to look over, no reason for him to stare at the grey haired man that was kissing the red haired girl. There was no pain in his chest when he saw that, that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Who was he kidding?

The loud chatter and loud music in the tavern partially toned out his thoughts that spiraled about Al-haitham, the man who was sitting not too far away from him. Nilou sat right next to Al-Haitham, clearly drunk and clinging to his arm like her life depended on it. And the worst of it all? Kaveh had used to be in that position Nilou took from him only a couple of years ago.

The wound, the fact that Al-Haitham had started to treat Kaveh more like a roommate, more like a “buddy” than his boyfriend, still fresh like it happened just yesterday.

“That’s just the way I am.”

Bullshit.

The scribe had suddenly started to say that they were wrong, a mistake they had made. Kaveh had never understood why Al-Haitham had suddenly started to deny his feelings, why he had suddenly started to deny the way he had been, why he thought that it was wrong.

Because whatever Al-Haitham reasoned with, was always made up, always a lie that Kaveh could see through every single time. They didn’t break up because Kaveh didn’t make Al-Haitham happy, they didn’t break up because of their fighting, they didn’t break up because Kaveh paid his rent a little later than he should have.

No, they both know that none of those things were the reason. But if Al-Haitham was happy now, Kaveh should be too, right?

Just that he wasn’t. Neither of them was.

Nilou wasn’t the first girl Al-Haitham dated right after breaking up with Kaveh. There were at least 4 others before Nilou, all of which had never been able to put the same smile on Al-Haitham’s lips as Kaveh had.

Al-Haitham could shoot another shot, could force himself into a hundred more relationships with women, but it would never stop the feeling deep inside of him, they both knew. Yet, here he was, kissing and holding Nilou in a filled tavern.

Kaveh had attended their wedding, not because he wanted to but because Cyno had asked him to. He wouldn’t have come, wouldn’t have been so insane to watch his ex-boyfriend get married to a woman that the scribe didn’t even love.

There were many people, Kaveh, unlike Cyno and Tighnari, was not one of the groomsmen, the traveler had taken his place instead.

“I do” those words felt wrong coming from Al-Haitham’s lips.

What felt even more wrong was to be jealous of someone that Kaveh knew he could never be, Al-Haitham’s wife.

“Congratulations!” Cyno and Tighnari had cheered for them, the latter more than the other. Kaveh forced a smile, trying to be brave for the sake of Nilou and Al-Haitham, he would be an ass to ruin their wedding now.

“Congratulations.” The blonde forced the word out of himself, shaking both of their hands. He couldn’t help but notice the way Al-Haitham flinched when their fingers had touched, how awkward.

Nilou and Al-Haitham probably enjoyed their day, Kaveh couldn’t bring himself to stay for long, as cold as that sounded. Cyno and Tighnari knew about the dilemma, of course Kaveh had told them right away when it had happened all those years ago, but it seemingly never affected the friendship with either of them.

Well, good luck, babe.

Al-Haitham awoke in the middle of the night, next to Nilou, like countless of other nights. Another uneasy sleep, another uneasy dream of the past.

He put his head in his hands, the ring on his finger cool against his skin. The scribe glanced at the red haired girl next to him, her peaceful snored filling the room. He watched her sleep, the rise and fall of her chest not helping with the pain in his own chest as he had hoped.

Al-haitham’s eyes shifted back to his hands, which had fallen onto the blanket in front of him. The light of the moon reflected itself in the metal of his ring, his reminder of what he and Nilou had acomplished just a few weeks ago.

He was nothing more than Nilou’s husband now, wasn’t he? When had Al-Haitham even started to think about marrying Nilou? Never, honestly, she had asked him to marry her and he stupidly said yes.

The scribe took the ring off his finger, rotating it his hand to let the light reflect against the different engraved letters on it. Thinking about the wedding a face suddenly popped up in his mind. Red eyes that stared at him with an intense look, a simple word being spoken before said person left the wedding soon after.

Kaveh. Sweet Kaveh that would even go to his wedding after Al-Haitham had left him hanging all those years ago. The memory was a painful reminder of his situation. He glanced at Nilou again but in the red of her hair he only saw the red of those beautiful eyes he missed ever since they called it off.

In his mind, he was standing face to face with Kaveh, the blonde mouthing words that he didn't want to hear.

“I told you so.”

[problematicwelshman]

Are you alive?

I am, Anon. Thanks for asking. Just been quiet since there’s not much new to say lately.

The Eponymous Welshman has been quiet too, some say it’s because he’s busy, some are saying he’s been chased off Twitter by mean assholes, others say his PR team has told him to pipe down again. All I know is that we’ve been without Sheentweets for a while, and since that’s his main form of interaction, I got nuthin.

At least until today.

Some awards were announced recently, congrats to David Tennant and Michael Sheen for their “Best Comedy Partnership” award, to Staged for “Best Returning Comedy” (even though--Staged? Really?), and to GO for “Best Returning Drama.”

Acceptance videos were recorded and shared, and everyone is happy and proud. (Well, we’re assuming that, since Michael only makes a cardboard appearance in David and Georgia’s video. No mention at all from his partner.)

But look at all the other content we got! Leather gloves! Ugly boots! Sideboob! I’m late to the discussion. If you want all the juicy details and discourse, go see @invisibleicewands, @ingravinoveritas, or @artificial-indulgence. There’s some great discussion on all those blogs about timing, messaging, and thought experiments.

What I am going to address is this:

This set of comments was in response to one of these poses, and…eew. TMI.

But what really gets me is the casual body shaming going on. I mean, look--APAT looks GOOD. Even sexy if generic blondes are your thing. No question she's got a good body. She's not a natural in front of the camera, but I’m guessing her target demographic doesn’t care about that. So yeah--you go girl. But just because you had 2 kids doesn't mean you automatically turn into a potato. People gushing over her looking this way after 2 kids are perpetuating a harmful myth. ALSO, people who expect women to look like that after having kids are also jerks. Let people who have kids look like they look without commenting on how it is JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD KIDS.

I know the commenter was trying to give a compliment, but to frame it as a surprise that a mid-20s woman with the means and the time to “shape up” after giving birth did just that is not really the compliment it was meant to be.

[balloonboyismyson]

*an angsty anon slides into your ask box*

Heyyyyy. So, uh, what's your headcanons on the animatronics' emotional status the very moment they learn Bonnie kicked the bucket?

ohh dear. Buckle up, kids :o(

They were never told he was gone- it was just a rumor at first. "He's just in Parts 'n' Service, he'll be back on stage tomorrow." It kept their thoughts in check. That must be the reason why they could not ping him or see his location. After 2 months, they had their suspicions. These headcanons take place after Management told them Monty would be filling his spot.

Freddy was...devastated, to put it lightly. His lover, his partner, his honey bunny- gone. What would he do? What could he do? Most of his time after was spent dissociating. He rarely spoke to anyone. He was in his room, silent, staring at the wall. At times he thought his internal clock was messed up; time was passing by too quickly to him, but he never told anyone. He always knew everyone was replaceable, but to not even give him a warning? Staff knew they were close. Maybe they were told to keep silent. He would at least give them the benefit of the doubt. To be honest, he came close to ending it a few times. If they could just drop Bonnie, maybe they could just make a new Freddy. He would stop himself, though. Thinking about his friends and the children, he needed to be strong. He was so, so tired, though.

Roxy was volatile. Each moment of free time was spent crying, yelling or being quiet. Any ounce of bad that happened in a day, whether it was just dropping her brush, would throw her over the edge. She leaned the most on Chica who seemed to be handling things the best. It felt like any day Chica could be taken, too. They had a lot of sleepovers after that. For a brief time, their charging stations were placed next to one another so they could still see each other during their recharge cycles. She got hyper into "being beautiful" after his leaving. She thought, well, if she was beautiful, they would have to keep her.

"Guilty" was the only word that could describe Monty. He was the one who called Bonnie to Gator Golf. He was the one who needed advice. The two were close. Freddy, Roxy and Chica were all usually too busy to deal with Monty. They were polite, but he did not consider them friends. Bonnie visited him often. He could count on Bonnie. It was an act of sacrifice, truly. Had it not been him, Monty would be the one decommissioned. Bonnie would offer him tips on how to calm down and keep his composure. He got a really good at it. Then Bonnie died. The walls of his room were covered. "GUILTY" "GONE" "RUINED" "SORRY" were repeatedly written on them. He stopped after a time. When he got his claws, staff was surprised when it started up again, but this time, much more permanent.

Chica, to the outside world, appeared okay. Roxy needed help, and she could offer that. She just needed to bottle everything up. She was the happy-go-lucky one, afterall. She needed to uphold that. When she was alone, though, she was a mess. This is when her eating habits truly came to life. Sure, she always appreciated a good slice of pizza (or three), but after Bonnie was gone, she felt like she needed to eat. Humans will always need food, so it will never go away. She hated the look of a clean plate because that meant the food was gone. She stopped using them after a while.

DJ Music Man was grief-stricken, but he hid it well. Out of all his friendships, he was closest to Bonnie. Bonnie liked to play with the Mini Music Men. When no one was around, he would play somber music from the back of his hidey hole. He only really has his MMMs now.

The Daycare Attendants were upset, but more from a friend of a friend perspective. They did not often interact with Bonnie. In fact, they did not find out until they saw Monty's new getup. Even then, they only saw him because he was walking to a birthday party.

[davekat-sucks]

Hello monsieur davekatsucks. Sorry if this is a lot but your cherub talk reminded me. I am thinking about how hypocritically sexualized all the friendsim trolls were. You know, on the planet whose society's whole deal is that *only kids live there*... and then one of the authors said Chahut would be over 18 earth years of age like that matters? It's a whole different society man, they aren't considered adults until they go off planet, they would think you're a sicko, it's just another "erm she's actually technically 30 she's just a species that ages slower" argument (mixed with a fun flipped sprinkling of "erm actually the age of consent in some places is xyz"!) except all of the antis bought it this time because they personally thought the character was hot and that justifies as many loopholes in their logic as need be to make them not feel icky or ever have to think about their own capacity to do bad things. It's almost like the randomly generated number they stick on the wiki page for a character doesn't matter at all in comparison to how mature they look and act! You're so close to getting it!!!! Idk I'm tired. And randomly paranoid that tumblr won't keep me anon for this ask, if it's not then kmn ig

It doesn't help as well that Chaut also tells Amisia that she knows trolls YOUNGER than her that have already in quadrants. So that implies someone as young as say 3-4 years old, would have a boyfriend or girlfriend. Maybe she doesn't imply outright sex or do pailing, but it shows that trolls in Alternia are aware of how their species reproduce and the consequences if they contribute for the Mother Grub. Just try to comprehend someone as young as that would have to know about sex and said child is told if they don't contribute to sex, they will DIE. By that logic, if someone as young as that could start a quadrant, then that means age gap would be NOTHING since they are all kids and they need to fuck with someone else to make future troll babies. If Alternia is not just a dangerously environmental planet that grooms aliens about racism and violence, it's also a breeding ground for the young. The other time WhatPumpkin backed down on the Hiveswap Trolls being older than the humans was with Hiveswap Act 2 where Elwurd would flirt with Joey. It has been implied in Elwurd's route in Hiveswap Friendsim that she is or close to an age of adulthood that she would have to leave the planet when she tells MSPA Reader that she and her ex (Bronya) wanted to request combat assignments on the same ship so they won't be separated.

Nobody was sure how old Joey was and people think she is 12 or 13. It wasn't until Homestuck Team in a Curious Cat question that they clarify that Joey is 14 years old since she was born in the year 1980, that Elwurd was 16 and Bronya was 17. But that raises the question on what can be considered adulthood at this point if someone like Elwurd and Bronya could request early to be on the same group before they can leave the planet for good. And knowing that most Jadebloods would have be sent to isolation upon adulthood, a request for a cerulean and jade to be together might be rare, but could be possible if planned ahead of time. So would the years of 16-18 are considered the early stages of young adulthood before becoming legal adults? So wouldn't that mean Elwurd will still be older than Joey in that regard because in Elwurd's POV and stance within Alternian society, she is already an adult at that point. And yeah, the trolls in Friendsim are kind of sexualized. At least by the end in Lanque's route where Ardata reminds you that the Hiveswap Friendsim game is for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. And the Bad End in Lanque's route if you confirm you are an adult, is him and MSPA Reader (You) having a ONE NIGHT SEX STAND. Sure it fades out to black, but they don't beat around the bush that the two of them FUCKED. Lanque is stated in that same CuriousCat question that he is 18. So if the person playing the game was like 13 when they first played this game and would think MSPA Reader is the same age as them.... then yeah, that makes it all worse because of that 5 year age gap.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Coming back to the ask where the bachelor/bachelorette's react to the farmer having them as their muse, how would they react to the farmer showing off drawings of them (the bachelor/ettes) that are sort of suggestive? Not straight up smut, but enough for the farmer to slam their sketch book shut and look very embarrassed as their feelings are revealed in a very sudden and accidental way

I'm assuming, dear anon, if you're referring to this recent headcanon, that you also want specifically SVE bachelors/ettes in this ask too. I hope I'm not mistaken. Thanks for the ask and enjoy! 🫰

SVE bachelors:

Lance:

What a smug face, oh my! Lance's face was as pleased as a cat that had stolen sausages from the kitchen table. You could say he had a few admirers who exalted the gallant adventurer as a great muse, but what Lance didn't know was that Farmer had become an admirer as well. *Chuckles* Don't worry, he's just kidding. But Lance won't forget to praise the shy Farmer for their talent. A talented man is talented at everything, right?

Magnus Rasmodius:

Farmer caught Magnus at a bad time, as the wizard was very busy brewing potions. He turned his head for a second to look at Farmer's sketchbook and muttered that the sketch was beautiful, but now don't stop him from working. It wasn't until ten seconds later that his brain put together the puzzle of the picture he saw - his portrait, shirtless... He'll be in a bit of a stupor. Well, before his cauldron boils dangerously...

Victor:

To be honest, Victor had laughed a little when Farmer had told him that they had found the muse in him and painted him as a vampire sitting on a chair with his shirt unbuttoned. However, the smile on his face was quickly replaced by the reddening of his cheeks when Farmer quickly showed him his portrait. He's flattered, and would immediately say that Farmer's hands are golden - how skillfully they were able to draw... Well, now the young man knows that a good set of art supplies would make a great gift for them.

SVE bachelorettes:

Olivia:

The Farmer plucked up their courage after all and decided to show Olivia the drawings of her semi-nude noir portrait. Expecting former JojaMart manager to be outraged over the sketch they showed her, they were shocked when she wholeheartedly praised their work. It's a very nice sketch, and it's also noir, her favorite style! Farmer clearly has talent, and don't argue with her: she draws herself and knows what she's talking about. Hmm, Olivia might even pose for them, since Farmer sees her as his muse... Oh, darling, don't be so shy!

Claire:

Claire would have admired with delight the beautiful portrait of her, in the costume of her favorite heroine of the famous thriller, that Farmer had drawn. But she was too busy with her own shyness. No no, don't get her wrong, the drawings are wonderful - like a beautiful art movie poster. It's just... She didn't expect to be someone's muse, it's new to Claire. But it's really nice of Farmer.

Sophia:

Poor Farmer thought for a second that Sophia was going to faint - her face turned red so quickly. So they immediately closed their sketchbook and started apologizing for their silly drawings with her. In Sophia's mind there is just a real explosion of emotions: delight, joy and surprise that Farmer drew Sophia as a heroine of one of her favorite manga, as well as shyness and stupor from how beautiful it turned out... But the girl quickly comes to her senses and asks Farmer to show her sketches again. At least Farmer doesn't have to worry that the anime and manga lover didn't like the drawings.