#a lot of younger teens are just trying to fit in with those around them

[mibuchis]

hate hate hate going on tiktok and seeing a bunch of literal 14 year old girls making a fun little dance video and then all the comments are absolutely ripping into them. like it feels so weird to even have to say this but like,,, bullying literal teenagers (or anyone for that matter) is just mean and you’re so weird if you do that

[heeseungiez]

let me in » s. jy

pairings! sim jake x afab!reader (p.sh x reader if you squint)

synopsis! in which jake agrees to help you get closer to sunghoon despite having feelings for you.

warnings! none really, angst, fluff, jake and reader are best friends and slightly dumb, lots of RIOT (valo/league) mentions ??

word count! 5k+

a/n! this is something i wrote like a month back? i've been writing one-shots for myself for months tbh so i guess i'm releasing some of them into the wild, you could say

Jake has been in your life for as long as you could remember. You two have lived next door for ages and your parents were practically best friends. That meant spending unholy amounts of time with Jake even if you didn’t want to, but Jake was a great person to hang around so you never really complained. 

Today was no different. Your two families gathered to celebrate your younger sister’s birthday. It wasn’t anything special nor big as your parents disliked big parties and having to attend to far too many guests, so the party consisted of your family, Jake’s, and your sister’s friends that she invited herself. Your sister wasn’t much younger than you, only three years, which meant that they were old enough to ogle Jake due to his conventionally attractive looks. 

You would’ve loved to stay in the main area of the house with the girls just to watch Jake suffer, but the puppy eyes he kept shooting you made you actually feel bad for him. So you two ended up going to your room. You ignored the loud whispers of your sister’s friends as they asked her whether you and Jake were dating.

“Thanks.” Jake let out a relieved breath when you closed the door to your room, and you laughed at him, examining the lost expression on his face. 

“You really can grow out of your nerd looks, even if the nerd stays, huh?” you teased the boy, giggling when he looked at you, his eyes wide and distressed by the excessive female attention. 

If he’d been with his other friends, he would’ve probably played it cool. But since it was only your two families and those girls, the attention was probably overwhelming. Especially when those girls were fifteen and you two were about to graduate high school.

“Is this your way of complimenting my looks?” Jake retorted, crossing the room to lie down on your bed. He closed his eyes, finally relaxing after being harassed by a group of pre-teens.

“Do you even need it?” you replied, joining Jake on the bed.

You lay down next to him, your arms slightly touching. Glancing at each other, the two of you broke out in a fit of giggles over the silliness of the situation.

Jake turned on the bed to stare at you once you both calmed down, and your brow rose in curiosity, wondering what was on his mind.

“Hey, you have a date to the prom yet?” he asked, to which you shook your head in response. 

“No,” you said, pursing your lips, “but I was thinking of asking Sunghoon… I don’t know if he’ll say yes if I ask… actually, do you know if he already has a date?”

Jake’s smile faltered the slightest bit as he shook his head, but you only paid attention to what this meant rather than how Jake felt. “Not as far as I’m aware. Pretty sure only Heeseung and Jay have dates.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, so you don’t have a date either? Then, um, I can help you get one if you help me with Sunghoon!” you suggested energetically, shooting up from your bed as your mind began whirring with ideas for who you could pair Jake up with. 

“Right. Yeah.” Jake sat up on the bed, nodding. You barely noticed the way Jake longingly stared at you as you began pacing in your room, thinking of a plan. The thing was, Jake had been asked by several people to the prom already, but he turned down all of them because he was trying to find the perfect moment to ask you. Except it seemed he just lost the opportunity overall.

“There’s still more than a month left, which means we have a lot of time to find you a proper date. And I mean, look at you, there should be no issues,” you said thoughtfully, turning to Jake to examine him. He was beautiful from head to toe, his black hair styled to the side so his hair wouldn’t fall into his eyes, big brown eyes and a large enchanting smile. You could probably easily get one of your girlfriends to go with him without much convincing if you asked them.

Jake continued to nod, running a hand through his hair. Licking his lips, he struggled to find the right words to tell you that he didn’t want your help with finding a date, since he wanted you to be the date. But no words would come out even as you continued pacing back and forth between your collection of female superhero figures and your fantasy bookshelf.

“How should I approach Sunghoon?” you asked rhetorically, but still looked to Jake for guidance, hoping that he would have some tips to offer regarding one of his best friends. But he only shrugged in response.

“Just talk to him,” he said unhelpfully to you. “He knows you, you know him. I’d say the best approach is to be direct with him.”

You let out a laugh. “Ha, as if.” You shook your head. There wasn’t a bit of confidence in you to actually approach Sunghoon directly and ask him to the prom. No, you needed a plan that would trick him into thinking that he was the one who wanted to go to prom with you. 

Jake hummed, ignoring the way his chest constricted at the interest you showed for his best friend. He wanted to be the guy you wanted to ask you to the prom, but you didn’t even seem to consider the possibility. Instead, you were already mentally browsing through the list of girls that you could potentially set up with Jake, and he hated it.

“Could you get Sunghoon to teach me to ice skate? A double date on an ice rink could be awesome,” you said, playing out a scene in your head that was heavily reminiscent of that one Teen Wolf scene in season one where Lydia completely showed off her ice skating skills.

“Teach you? Didn’t you do figure skating for like a year and then quit when we were twelve?” Jake asked with a raised brow.

“See, if I knew that continuing would mean meeting Sunghoon I’d probably keep at it too,” you replied, shrugging. “I did a lot of things when I was twelve to be honest.”

Jake chuckled in agreement, glancing at a part of your wall that — surprisingly — wasn’t covered in posters, and instead showcased several trophies and medals from your many short-lived hobbies when you were in primary and middle school. The awards ranged from sports like basketball, gymnastics, archery and dancing to singing, computer science, maths and that one physics competition Jake talked you into in eighth grade because it was in pairs. 

“And you literally dropped everything,” Jake remarked, shaking his head. 

“Well, it’s not my fault I caught a disease from you.” You pouted, looking at Jake. “You should’ve never let me discover the absolute thrill of playing League of Legends,” you said sarcastically, and Jake rolled his eyes at you. You had a love-hate relationship with the game, though these days you spent more time playing Valorant. It would be a waste if you didn’t since you had to spend hours watching Twitch streamers to get the early beta key to the game.

“You don’t even play with me anymore,” Jake said sulkily. 

“Sucks to suck, doesn’t it?”

Jake stuck out his tongue at you, and you giggled at how childish but cute it was. “Anyway, I doubt Sunghoon’s gonna fall for it if you pretend to not know how to ice skate.”

“Fine, I won’t pretend then.” Shrugging, you plopped down on your bed, invading Jake’s personal space. He didn’t know whether to push you away or bring you closer, and it made his head spin.

“But you still want to go to the ice rink?”

“Yeah.” You grinned, thinking of ways to impress Sunghoon. Unlike Jake, he did not know of your past as a figure skater, which meant that he would not expect you to be able to keep up with him, at least when it comes to basics.

“I hate you,” Jake mumbled.

Why was he even going along with this?

Getting access to the ice rink was perhaps too easy. You knew the owners because of your figure skating days, and despite not actively ice skating anymore, you did like to stop by every now and then, usually with friends that were not Jake. The owners also knew Sunghoon, so when you mentioned his name, that was probably the deciding point for them. They let you stay after the ice rink officially closed, and told you the passcode for the day to get your friends in.

You passed the code over to Jake so he’d be the one opening the doors to the friend you invited along for Jake and Sunghoon.

For now, you were at the empty ring all by yourself. You chose to wear a pair of leggings and a warmer jacket only, staying on the ice in your skates to keep yourself warm, though you could feel the redness in your cheeks and nose, affected by the cold. You were mostly doing laps around the ring, switching between front and back skating, occasionally adding in a spin there and a jump here, your blood rushing through every limb as you stretched them all out while balancing yourself on the ice.

Unbeknownst to you, your friends entered the ice rink area, quietly watching you in awe for different reasons. Jake hadn’t seen you skate in years and this was his first time seeing you on ice again. Your friend just didn’t know how truly good you were when it came to your abilities, as you usually spent your time chasing each other on the ice whenever you came here. Sunghoon didn’t even know you could figure skate.

“Is she just perfect at everything she does?” your friend asked rhetorically, glancing at Jake. None of them could find the strength in them to stop watching you and let you know that they were present.

“Basically,” Jake replied.

“Her form isn’t perfect,” Sunghoon remarked, breaking the spell with his insight. “She’s good and has talent, but she lacks a lot of proper training.” Neither Jake nor your friend could fight Sunghoon on that. He was the professional figure skater out of the four of you, after all. 

“You can help her then,” said your friend, bringing the support you invited her along for. 

Sunghoon ignored your friend, walking over to the tribunes to put his skates on instead. Jake followed after him while your friend scoffed and crossed her arms across her chest. Out of the boys, she’d always liked Jake the most, so it wasn’t hard to convince her to come along.

“Y/N, hey!” she called to get your attention. You abruptly halted in the middle of the ice rink, your eyes going towards your friend before spotting Jake and Sunghoon as well, though neither were paying attention to you as of now. “How long have you been here?” 

You skated across the ring to reach your friend. “Not long,” you said. “What’s the time now?”

“Like, ten-thirty?” she replied with a shrug.

“Okay, then maybe I’ve been here for about half an hour.”

Your friend shook her head, staring at you in disbelief. “You should’ve told us to drag our asses here earlier!” she scolded you. “Why did you never tell me you can figure skate?”

“I haven’t told anybody, to be honest,” you replied. “Only a very select number of people know. Like my family and Jake and his family. Some people from middle school… but nobody talks about it anyway. It wasn’t anything to talk about much since I didn’t go competitive.”

Your friend smacked her lips together in disapproval. “All I’m hearing is you’re wasting away your talents… and for what? So you can play a shooting game?” She deadpanned, judging you with narrowed eyes. You offered a nonchalant smile and shrugged.

“Valorant is life,” you said. “I’m also trying to get out of plat in League. It’s ass.”

“Girl.” Your friend rolled her eyes. “No wonder you get along with Jake’s friends so well…”

“Is that supposed to be an insult, ‘cause it sure sounds like one.” You stared at your friend with one raised brow, but she made no expression that would give away the true meaning behind her words. It was whatever you wanted it to be, or whatever you interpreted it as.

“At least they’re pretty,” she said. “Besides, it’s only been like ten minutes and Sunghoon’s already a dick.”

“Really? How so?”

“He basically said you suck, and then ignored me,” said your friend, and you could sense she was exaggerating from the way she pretended to be hurt, and the pout on her lips.

“I do suck.” You grinned, glancing over at Jake and Sunghoon who were in a deep conversation about something while tying their skates. “But whatever. I’m bored. Hurry up and get on the ice.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… jeez.”

Sunghoon approached you on the ice not long after your friend disappeared to change from her shoes, and you smiled brightly at the taller boy, examining his fit. It wasn’t as casual as yours since he wore a black bomber jacket on top of a white T-shirt with black jeans, but it also wasn’t not-not-casual. 

“Jake said you used to do figure skating?” Sunghoon tilted his head to the side, stopping right in front of you. He examined you as if he were standing in front of a complete stranger rather than somebody he’d known for years,  and you challenged him by staring back at him.

“Yep,” you hummed in response. “It’s been a while, though.”

“I could see that,” Sunghoon remarked, which reminded you of your friend saying that Sunghoon practically said you suck. Well, there it was. Except there was still some sort of awe in his voice as he watched you. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, pursing his lips. “Sorry, that probably sounded mean.”

You shook your head, patting Sunhoon’s shoulder reassuringly. “It’s fine. I’m not necessarily out of practice but I’m also not in good shape so… your honesty is appreciated.”

“Since when do you figure skate anyway?”

“I was in middle school,” you replied. “Like, around the time I started getting bored of basketball, so I wanted to try something new.”

Sunghoon nodded, assuring you that he was listening.

“After about two months of practice, my trainer wanted me to go competitive, but I never did. Like, I liked it enough but I didn’t really have the motivation, you know? So I lasted for about a year before dropping figure skating… it also didn’t help that I started playing League.” You laughed, realising that you dropped a ton of your hobbies for the worst best game in the world. 

Sunghoon cleared his throat, crossing his arms in thought. “That’s weak.” He shook his head in disapprovement. “I played League and continued to figure skate.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah, and then you’re hardstuck silver…””

Sunghoon scoffed.

“I did gymnastics instead, though,” you explained yourself with a shrug. “That one lasted longer and I even won a few competitions. Dancing after that. But the only thing that stayed is Riot.” You laughed at the sceptical look on Sunghoon’s face.

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“And you’re a loser,” you shot back. 

“The medals and trophies in my house say differently,” Sunghoon claimed matter-of-factly, but you dismissed him with a wave of your hand.

“I’ve never seen them, so they don’t exist to me.”

“Oh, so you’re an empiricist all of a sudden?” 

“Always been one.” You crossed your arms across your chest, the corner of your mouth raised in a tiny smirk when you saw that Sunghoon was smiling too. You’d never shared a one on one conversation with him before since you were usually surrounded by the rest of the friend group, but it was nice speaking to him like this.

“I’ll show you when you come over one day,” he said, and your brow shot up.

“Wow. I’m so honoured to get the opportunity,” you replied, grinning. “I’ve always wanted to meet Gaeul.”

“As you should… she’s much cuter than Layla.” Sunghoon glanced at Jake, who seemed to be in a conversation with your friend now. Neither of the two had stepped on the ice yet.

You narrowed your eyes at Sunghoon, shaking your head. “That’s debatable. I’m practically Layla’s mum. Jake and I have shared custody.”

“Damn,” Sunghoon laughed, and so did you.

You made a sound that signalled you were cold, clasping your hands together to rub them and create some heat. Sunghoon looked at you but didn’t say anything besides reaching into his pockets to hand you a pair of gloves. You accepted it with a smile and put them on, appreciating the heat they offered despite being too big for your hands.

“Wanna race?” you asked because you truly needed something to make your blood rush again. Your cheeks burned with cold, and you were sure your entire face was flushed.

“Sure. But you can’t beat me,” Sunghoon said confidently.

“We’ll see about that.” You giggled, pushing Sunghoon back with all your strength before starting off your first lap around the rink.

Jake and your friend still sat at the gate, and he shook his head watching you and Sunghoon race. With your head start, you managed to keep a fair distance from Sunghoon, but he was catching up the longer you two skated around. He hated watching you laugh as Sunghoon chased after you, a frown forming on his lips, which your friend noticed easily.

She nudged Jake’s shoulder with hers and gave him a knowing look. “I honestly thought you’d have asked her to the prom by now,” she said.

Shrugging, Jake shook his head. “If I ask her whenever, she’ll just say yes out of pity. And she’s set on going with Sunghoon anyway,” he said, staring at the ground, kicking the tough rubber material with the sharp end of his skates.

“Yeah, but she just likes him,” said your friend. “She loves you. Nobody’s gonna pity you, Jake. Be for real right now. Do you even know why I agreed to come here?”

Jake merely blinked at your friend.

“I was thinking of helping you ask Y/N to prom,” she admitted, grinning. “Which you’re not gonna do if you’re just gonna sit on your ass and watch her flirt with your best friend.”

Jake glanced at you, showing off by skating backwards. You jumped up and spun, making Sunghoon clap while he followed after you. He was the next one to show off by spinning in place. You gathered some speed on the ice and made an abrupt stop right in front of him, showering him with shaved ice.

“YA, Y/N!” Sunghoon shouted after you, and you skated away, giggles echoing through the rink.

“I’m actually not really good at ice skating,” Jake admitted, licking his lips in frustration.

“Don’t you ever go ice skating with Y/N?” your friend asked because she was one of the friends that you occasionally went ice skating with. Jake shook his head.

“I just avoid it ‘cause I’m bad at it.”

“You’re such a pleb.” Your friend rolled her eyes. “C’mon, let’s get on the ice. It’ll be easier for you if you go willingly,” she warned him, a malicious glint in her eye. The hidden threat was well received, and Jake stood up instantly, your friend following after him.

“Look out!” you shouted out at the exact moment Jake entered the rink. You tried to stop, but you still managed to topple Jake over, the two of you falling roughly on the ice while Sunghoon and your friend watched.

She, being the friend that she was, burst out laughing, while you held yourself up above Jake. He lay on the ice on his back, splattered in defeat because the last thing he expected was to fall the moment he stepped on the ice. He stared up at you, cheeks flushed from the cold, hair falling into your eyes, and he wished he could tell you how much he cared about you in that moment, had it not been the most embarrassing situation you found yourself in.

“I’m so so so so so sorry,” you apologised profusely, getting up. Your knees hurt from the fall since you tried to not completely splat on top of Jake. He was lucky to still be breathing properly and not getting his breath kicked out of him from the fall.

“It’s fine,” he said, turning to his front with a groan so he could get up, too. “I’m totally fine,” he repeated as you helped him up, and you laughed at his lame attempt to play it cool. But then he squirmed his eyes, gripping his left hip.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, moving your hands to his hip, touching it lightly to know if his jacket managed to block some of the impact. Though you doubted it, wanting to just lift the jacket up and see if a bruise would form.

“Yeah, it’s whatever,” he lied.

“I’m really sorry, Jake,” you apologised again, grabbing his hands with your gloved ones. He noticed that you had Sunghoon’s gloves on, obviously, and he wanted to get out of here, but that would mean disappointing you. That was the last thing he wanted.

You hugged him from the side and kissed his temple, and Jake’s whole body heated up from the contact, his pain partially forgotten.

Sunghoon and your friend watched from the sidelines. He leaned over to your friend and whispered: “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Well, I didn’t want Jake to hurt himself,” she said, but did not deny that she may have timed their entrance at around the same time as Sunghoon and you would be at the gate while doing your laps.

“So I’m not the only one who knows Jake’s head over heels for her.” Sunghoon nodded toward you, and your friend gave Sunghoon a weird look.

“You know?”

“Yep,” Sunghoon said. “I thought I’d help him confess by making him jealous, but he’s hopeless.” The boy shook his head.

“Surely, they’ll figure it out?” Your friend’s questioning tone made Sunghoon chuckle.

“Jake’s an idiot,” he stated, planting his hands on his hips.

“I noticed,” your friend agreed. “Can you actually ask Y/N to prom?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Sunghoon scratched the back of his head. “I know Jake, and he’s more likely to give up if I do.”

“You don’t just give up years of affection.” Your friend shook her head, knowingly staring at you and Jake as you continuously tried to make him feel better. “Nah, he needs to get his shit together, and I think this will work in the long run. Just trust me. Besides, we also need to get Y/N to realise that she likes Jake and not you — no offence.”

Sunghoon scoffed. “Why wouldn’t she actually like me?”

“Because you’re a dickass,” your friend replied with a roll of her eyes.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” Your friend gave Sunghoon an unimpressed look. “You’re not nicknamed the ice prince just because you’re a figure skater, dude. Everyone just thinks you’re unapproachable and mean as hell.”

“That’s not true,” Sunghoon defended himself.

“Then don’t act like a dick?” Your friend narrowed her eyes.

“Hmph, thanks for the advice,” he said sarcastically.

“Exactly.”

Sunghoon chose to ignore your friend, skating over to you and Jake instead. You giggled at something Jake said, covering your mouth. “I actually forgot you suck at skating,” you said.

Jake glared at you. “I’m not that bad,” he said.

“You’re terrible,” you disagreed with him, noticing Sunghoon.

“She’s not wrong, hyung. You’re crouching too much and putting your weight backward instead of forward. If you’re going to fall, you’re supposed to fall on your front since your back… well, you know now.”

Grunting, Jake looked between you and Sunghoon, shaking his head. “I’m fine,” he said, attempting to skate away from you, but he slipped. Jake managed to balance himself and stay on his feet, but the damage was already done as you and Sunghoon looked at him knowingly.

“Don’t push yourself too much if your hip still hurts,” you remarked.

“He’s trying to look cool,” Sunghoon commented, shaking his head. “Dumbass.”

“It’s cute.” You giggled.

Sunghoon hummed, not entirely agreeing with you. “By the way, Y/N, I’ve been told you still don’t have a date to prom?”

“Very much so.” You nodded, glancing at Sunghoon curiously.

“Wanna go with me?” he asked, accelerating your weeks-long plan to get Sunghoon to ask you. Well, in your head, the scene was supposed to be much more romantic than him casually asking you, but you were satisfied regardless.

“Really?” You tilted your head to the side, genuinely surprised by the turn of events. “I’d love to.” You grinned.

“M’kay, awesome.”

That was suspiciously easy…

Jake officially hated prom. He despised it. Abhorred it. Whatever other synonym there was to describe hate. That was how he felt about the stupid fucking prom that you went to with Sunghoon instead of him. Because now he sat at a table near the refreshments with a frown on his lips, staring at you and Sunghoon while you danced and talked and laughed together. 

Jake had barely spoken to Sunghoon since he asked you to prom. Yes, it was out of pettiness, but he also didn’t want to talk about you, which would certainly end up being a topic in their conversation. Like you and Jake, they were also best friends, but it was different. As different as friendships between two boys could be, but also as two people who had met each other in middle school, rather than knowing one another practically since birth.

And he couldn’t talk about you with him either. He feared telling you about his feelings because he didn’t want to face rejection, and he also feared bringing you up with Sunghoon because if Sunghoon said he liked you too, then Jake wasn’t going to fight him over you. Not that you weren’t worth the fight, rather than it being your decision in the end, so the fighting would mainly hurt the friendships in the end. 

So he was stuck here. While everyone else was dancing and having fun. Jake was the only one without a date at the prom, and the only thing that felt wrong about it was you not being by his side. 

Little did he know that you felt the exact same way. Especially when you found out that Jake ended up not asking anyone to prom. You thought it would work out with your friend at least, but Jake didn’t ask her, and someone else did. And then Jake didn’t seem to even want to ask anyone at all, and when you wanted to confront him about it, he turned dismissive. 

You were having fun with Sunghoon. He was great. A bit quiet, but a very good listener — he was similar to Jake in that way. Which, after spending a bit more time with him, you noticed a lot. How both boys shared many similarities that you couldn’t help but compare. Though Jake was undeniably more bubbly, while Sunghoon was a rather brooding type of guy.

So you missed Jake. A lot. 

You missed spending all of your time with him. You missed talking to him until it was very late. You missed his laugh. And you absolutely regretted not asking him to prom. Because that was what you should have done. What should have been your first thought. Not Sunghoon, but Jake, your best friend. 

These thoughts likely projected on your face because Sunghoon noticed. He eyed you with the softest smile on his lips and a knowing glint in his eye. He caught you glancing in Jake’s direction more than once. It hurt his pride a little, since he was just a guy at the end of the day, but the other part of him was smug because, in a way, his plan was working.

But he also wanted to come up to Jake and scream at him to stop being such a coward. So he was just a bit conflicted because part of him wanted Jake to actually do something on his own — to finally act according to his feelings — while the other part of him wanted to serve it to him on a silver platter.

Why did Jake have to be such a loser (affectionately)?

“Hey, is it okay if I just… go to Jake for a bit?” you asked Sunghoon, staring up at him. He wanted to laugh at the fact you were asking him permission, but he supposed it was the nice thing to do since he was your date.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Sunghoon nodded, stepping away from you. “I think I’ll step out for a bit. It’s getting too loud in here.” He wasn’t lying. The music and everyone around them were loud. It was overwhelming, and Sunghoon wanted to get away. This was his opportunity.

You smiled, grabbing Sunghoon’s hand to squeeze it in understanding. “Okay. Thank you.” He watched you fight through the crowd to approach Jake for a bit before making his way outside of the gymnasium.

“You look like the biggest loser ever,” you said the moment you were within Jake’s earshot. He looked up at you in surprise. The boy was dozing off on the spot, not paying attention to his surroundings anymore, rather lost in his own thoughts of self-pity.

“Hey, Y/N, why are you—”

“Sunghoon wanted to get out, and I thought you could use some company,” you explained with a grin, grabbing a chair. You sat down next to Jake, nudging his shoulder with yours. “I don’t get it.” You shook your head. “Why didn’t you ask anyone to be your date? It’s not like people would say no to you.”

Jake chuckled. “I didn’t really wanna go with anyone,” Jake answered, shrugging. “I mean, I did, but I didn’t.”

“Wow. How very logical of you.” Playfully rolling your eyes, you nudged him again, which made him look at you with those big puppy eyes of his, a thin smile decorating his lips.

“I wanted to go with you,” he admitted quietly, averting his gaze to the dancing crowd.

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” You looked at him solemnly, lips pursed. If Jake had wanted to go to prom with you this whole time, all he had to do was ask. You would always say yes. You had assumed Jake would want to have his own date, so you never even brought up the idea of going together.

“It didn’t seem like you wanted to go with me,” Jake murmured, staring at the ground.

“How would you know if you didn’t even ask me?” Your brow rose and you shook your head. 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, dumbass, ask me for a dance,” you spoke bossily, surprising even yourself. It dawned on you now that perhaps you wanted to go with Jake too. 

Jake’s eyes widened. His heart doing somersaults in his chest. But he smirked, attempting to hide his embarrassment. “Dance with me?” he asked, standing up. Outstretching his hand toward you, he waited for you to accept it.

Grinning, you nodded. 

As you spent the rest of your prom by Jake’s side, Sunghoon never came back to find you, and you didn’t mind it at all.

[pinktsukki]

i have yeager brainrot *⁠.⁠✧

can't stop thinking about the brothers having a normal family with a (not really) wholesome life in a modern au! thingie so headcanons !

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

★ I don't think Dina should be 💀 (too sad can't have that) Grisha divorced her cause it didn't work and later met Carla and they fell in love <3

★ I just want Carla to adopt Zeke and be the mom he deserves!!!

★ Grisha and Carla would often be busy working so Tom Ksaver a really nice neighbor would offer to babysit Zeke, playing baseball with him and all that.

★Then Carla gets pregnant with Eren! just imagine the excitement in Zeke finding out he would have a brother, he would say something like "i'll teach him how to play baseball and I'll take care of him!!" baby 😭

★ I don't think Grisha would be the best of a father though (here comes the angst) ofc it wouldn't be THAT bad as it is in the canon but daddy issues give the yeager's character so I can't that away from them (at least i gave them a mom)

★ Since Eren was now born Grisha was the only one Working and having to bring more money to home so he was away a lot for the most part of his kids childhood and things started to get rocky as soon as Zeke was a teen

★ And maaaaybe it was because Grisha paid more attention to Eren in some ways since he was little.

★ I just imagine Grisha as one of those parents that are there but not emotionally involved with their kid, pays for stuff, although forgets about birthdays and special events (self indulgence moment) It's not that he doesn't love his kids but it feels like it sometimes.

★ Zeke's relationship with Carla wouldn't be bad but he would think that she loves more Eren since he's her biological son, although Carla would make everything what's on her hand to not make Zeke feel like that, she doesn't feel that way towards him either.

★ The brothers grew up close but as Zeke started to get older he distanced a little from his family, and poor baby (now a kid) Eren would knock on Zeke's door just wanting to play with his big bro while he's just in bed being an annoyed teenager tossing a ball towards the ceiling and then catching it with one hand.

★ He grew up playing baseball in a local team then dropped it as a teen.

★ He probably started smoking around this age too (16 or so) to fit more into the rebellious teenager persona.

★ However he wouldn't give that much of hard time, he would do great in school and would try to avoid conflict, inside of him he would just want to make his dad proud just to hear a "good job" from him, even a hug.

★ On the other side i think the real trouble would be Eren.

★ Coming back to Grisha not being the best dad, things would repeat and as Eren grew up he would get less involved with his kid.

★ But Eren wouldn't be like his brother at all, he would fight back, get into arguments with his family regularly, skip classes, fail them even, the overall rebellious teen thingy, i don't think it would be soooo bad, just his parents trying to explain that he is doing things wrong but him not listening and making a scene and complaining about them not letting him be free!!!.

★ Grisha and Carla would give up at some point letting Eren do his thing, that would usually be playing games ,spend time with with friends and smoke 🍃

★ Once in a while he would feel bad about his behavior mostly because of his mom, he knows his father being an asshole sometimes is not her fault, and he would go silently to apologize to her and be a mama's boy.

★ Carla would hug him and tell him that it's fine and that they love him nonetheless.

★ With his conscience clear he would roll one up because he is convinced that he deserves it (this man??)

★ Armin and Mikasa being his childhood friends would try to keep him with his feet on the earth when they feel he's getting too lost.

★ Armin and Zeke would get along really great and the younger would see him as a fraternal figure too.

★ I imagine the relationship between Eren and Zeke like a totally realistic and healthy brother brother relationship, they can't stand each other but are best mates and love each other (i don't really know i don't have siblings)

★ Eren coming home from School just to tell Zeke to play some videogame have an amazing time then not talk for a week.

★ I also think they would smoke 🍃 together sometimes. Eren would be smoking in his room with towel at the bottom of the door, then he almost throws the joint out the window as he hears a knock on the door (he is not allowed to smoke inside ofc) but just as he hears Zeke's "it's just me" he relaxes and let's him in.

★ Zeke would ask for some puffs or something and they would end up on Eren's bed looking at the ceiling and getting sensitive and philosophical talking about ife, the only time they would actually show affection towards each other.

★ If Zeke asks for some puffs once in a while, Eren asks him for cigarettes constantly, and just to mix the 🍃 with.

★ Zeke is definitely more caring towards Eren overall (big bro thingies i guess)

★ They will totally team up against their dad A LOT and have each other's back. Grisha would be scolding Eren for something and Zeke would nonchalantly get into the argument to defend Eren just to piss his dad, and Eren would just be like "look! It's not my fault even Zeke says so!!!" and then Carla would scold all of them and it would actually work.

★ As they became adults they both started to look much more like grisha, especially Eren.

★ At first sight they don't really look like each other, but it's just because Zeke's beard, if he shaved it would actually be much more obvious that they are related.

★ Eren likes to annoy Zeke saying that maybe he would be the pretty sibling if he shaves.

★ Zeke would start working as a bartender or something like that to try and help bringing money at home but probably would try to achieve something bigger like resuming baseball to be a coach or something like that.

★ And i picture Eren taking whatever job his brother previously left or ending up as a dealer (it's funny to me okay?)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Sorry if this is kinda a mess! I'm not used to writing and putting my thoughts together like this and i feel like i can go on and on and on and forever about this so that's all <3

[bitethedevil]

I can’t remember who reblogged that new Raphael mod so apologies if you haven’t seen it, but I was very disturbed by it. I’m talking about the “deaging” one that I assume was made by a teenager. I don’t understand how people can claim to like a character and then want to make them “younger/prettier”. All those mods, like the ones for Astarion and Gortash look awful to me. I saw that people were trying to have an interesting discussion in the comments of the post about maybe that’s how Raphael really looks since he’s immortal and could have stopped aging. But I wanted to ask them if they’ve seen a representation of Odin ever. Being immortal doesn’t necessarily mean looking like a bland pretty boy. Is this a Draco Malfoy twink thing? Do you have a better idea of what the appeal of this is, because I really don’t get it.

Interesting question! I think I know the post you are talking about. I don’t really ‘mod-shame’ (is that a term?). People can do whatever and it doesn’t affect me. That being said I do kind of agree with you, it is sad, and I think, some of it at least, might stem from a place of ageism. Maybe also the fact that some people have gotten so used to videogames and animation that they forget what actual people look like when a game more realistically portrays someone, if that even makes sense?

I also just think that some of the people liking those mods are very young themselves and might feel odd about their favorite characters looking older. Like that age where you are in denial and ashamed about liking characters who look old enough to be your parent (I remember that vividly at least. Maybe it’s just me idek). I really cannot imagine any grown-up person thinking it’s necessary to remove wrinkles on characters. Perhaps I’m just naïve but I have always suspected it’s just teens who do it. We’ve all been there.

That said, I do think there is some truth to what people are saying about him looking older on purpose! If I recall correctly, cambions stop aging around 20-30 ish and I thiiiink it’s the same for other devils? They just choose to look older to be taken more seriously. Even good ol’ Mephistopheles have like three different forms, so it’s not uncommon in the Hells to be very particular about their appearance.

I’m also coincidentally a Norse Pagan (the inclusive and reconstructionist kind, and not the n*zi-dickheads-who-likes-to-play-vikings kind, obviously) and I think Odin actually does the same thing. The Norse gods aren’t “true” immortals. They just munch on apples that prolong their lives, but they do eventually die, and they do age. Odin appears like a lot of different people, and I wouldn’t put it past him to just look old because it fits his wise, all-father persona. He is dramatic like that, much like our dear Raphie boy. (Which is completely unrelated to your point, I’m just a fucking nerd who can’t help myself when people talk about stuff I’m interested)

(Thank you for the ask <3)

[honey-minded-hivemind]

For the X-Men/Gargoyles AU (where the X-Men are set in a Gargoyles-esque universe, but they take the place of those characters), I think I've figured out the new dynamics. This is different from the Gargoyles series, because trying to fit a few X-Men into one character's place was very difficult. So what did I do? Changed it around a bit.

Let's look at it this way:

Logan/Wolverine and Ororo/Storm take the place of Goliath, being a couple or good friends, while Victor/Sabretooth and Raven/Mystique take the place of Demona. So each pair is a friend to the other or a sibling, but aren't romantic. So, Logan and Victor are brothers, Ororo and Raven are sisters, but Logan and Ororo are really good friends or mates, and Victor and Raven are really good friends or mates. Take your pick.

Xavier becomes David Xanatos, and Magneto becomes a mix of Owen Burnett/Puck and Fox, and surprise, they're reincarnated gargoyles this go (which wasn't in the show, but this is my au, so it goes).They're like a cool, mysterious older couple, who always seem to know something Reader doesn't (they know a lot of things they don't, but they'll reveal everything in due time...) (Victor and Raven know, too, and it's the one reason they haven't tried to kill Reader... with the information they have, why would they?)

Hank/Beast takes the place of Hudson, Gambit takes the place of Brooklyn, Kurt takes the place of Broadway, Evan takes the place of Lexington... Bronx, I'm not sure if any of the X-Men had a pet (I'm using X-Men Evolution for this, by the way), so I guess I can add an extra teen... so let's go with... Kitty (why not?).

Reader takes a new role, which is... different to Elisa's. They do some detective work, possibly, but as a teen, maybe. Or maybe they're an assistant to Xavier. They could just be some random person who happened to stumble into all of this. But they take the main character role, I guess, who isn't a gargoyle (they were one in a past life, though, so do with that what you will)

Scott and Jean take the place of Matt Bluestone as well as Coldstone and Coldfire. They're Reader's older friends, (and are the reincarnated spirits of two of the long dead gargoyles from the Wyvern Clan Massacre). Rogue is also their friend, and is like a mix of Morgan the cop, the chief of police, and Elisa's family... (maybe she is related to Reader? maybe not? and she is Kurt's long dead sister reincarnated... so that makes her Raven's daughter, but a human in this new life).

Lance, Todd/Toad, Fred, Pietro, and Wanda are here, too. They might be a version of the Pack (a kid/teen version), they could be a gang similar to one in the series, maybe they're just also random people dragged into this mess. They are there, and that's that.

Now, I say this would have it's own 🌕Longest Night❄ AU, which would be where the adult gargoyles (the reincarnated ones too) are affected by a magical artifact, during the long nights of Winter, and go about surprise adopting (kidnapping) their reincarnated kids... And their gargoyle kids are affected too, but are in a hatchling/younger state of mind. So they aren't going to be much help to Reader or the others. Let's just hope the long nights ahead don't last... And if they do, how do they stop them?

(Ask any questions you want about this au, I'm working on it right now, the Haunted Mansion AU on a break while I work out the main au branch...)

[tartarusknight]

King of the Freaks | Part 6

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Eddie and the boys were in Steve Harrington’s house. He was in Steve’s house. Never in a million years did he think this would ever happen. But it is happening. Except, Steve wasn’t even there. He made them promise to head over after school and that he’d meet up with them after swimming. They hadn’t wanted to but Steve was convincing. So, here they were.

 Steve had told them to make the basement into their little cave because no one went down there. It was well-cleaned but there wasn’t much down there. There were two rooms off to the side one was a bathroom and the other was a laundry room. The rest of the room was open with fancy couches and art around the room. It looked like those furniture stores that would set up fake living rooms that didn’t have any personality in them. The only proof that it was lived in was the way the couches were broken in and a couple of soft throw blankets on the backs.

 They shifted the couches around the semi-tall coffee table and Eddie grabbed one of the single chairs off to the side. If they had a taller table, it would be perfect, but they could work with this. Eddie set up his shit around the chair while the rest of them talked amongst each other. Once everything was put together and they were ready to start, Eddie started to feel like it was wrong without Steve. Maybe it was stupid, the younger teen wasn’t even a member but as he looked around, he knew the others felt the same way.

 Gareth sighed, “I say we roll Steve a character.” Eddie perked up and everyone nodded. They pulled out their books and a couple of character sheets to start. They all launched ideas back and forth, going off what they knew about the man and what they could make up. They got so wrapped up in the ideas they didn’t even notice the time passing.

Jeff is rewriting it all in nice handwriting to make it easier to read. Gareth was going through the figures and dice to pick out something that fits Steve. Grant is making a cheat sheet for moves and other good-to-know facts. All while Eddie draws out a character design for Steve. They all jump when they notice the door to the basement opening and Steve peaking his head down. He looks all confused and Eddie has to force himself to focus only on his face as he notices the joggers and tank top Steve has on with a sweatshirt tied around his waist.

 Steve jogs down the steps and raises an eyebrow. “I almost thought you guys had been murdered for how silent the house was.” He huffed and Eddie looked over him to see an actual tenseness to Steve’s movements. Like he was actually worried about their safety.

Jeff clears his throat, “we got distracted by something. It happens sometimes.” He shrugged and Steve moved over, leaning over his shoulder to see the paper. Eddie watched Steve squint like he couldn’t see the paper well enough. Which supported Gareth’s theories. They watched his brow furrow before Eddie saw him give up on trying to understand it. 

 Steve straightened up and cleared his throat, “I’m going to take a shower, but afterward I can get something for dinner. Pizza? Yeah, I’ll order some pizzas. What do you all like?” He rambled and Eddie wondered if they made him nervous. Because sometimes Steve looked a second from bolting.

Jeff tossed his pencil to the table before stretching. “I believe I said we’d get the food, actually. So, I’ll order, you go shower. Anything you want?” He said calmly and Eddie was a little jealous of how easy-going Jeff was. Steve made a weird noise in the back of his throat like he wasn’t expecting it. Then he just gave a small shrug and Jeff gave him a look but didn’t push it. Instead, they both headed upstairs together quietly.

 Grant sighed, “okay so we should ease him into it. Like, don’t mention the character at all. Let him watch a couple of times before asking him to become a member completely.”

Gareth nodded, “it can be a lot. And we don’t want to make him feel like he has to play.”

 Eddie dropped his head into his hand, “why can’t we just hug him until he feels better?” He whined and Gareth snickered.

“You’re the one that decided to bring him into this,” Grant pointed out.

That made Eddie groan, “I know! I just- I figured it was something easily fixable! But instead, I see his puppy dog face and my heart can’t handle it!”

 Gareth patted his back a few times before smacking him over the head. Eddie flung himself at the younger boy who was like a brother to him. “You fucker,” He screamed.

Gareth laughed and scrambled away from Eddie. “I’m trying to literally knock sense into you! You can’t keep doing this!” He pointed out.

Eddie looked at the couch between them with contemplation. “I’m not doing anything,” He lied.

Gareth frowned, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, you know that.” And Eddie did know that.

 But he also knew about Steve. How the guy had somehow turned himself around enough that he was getting bullied himself. That the only people that actually talked to him at school, other than Hellfire, were his ex and her new boyfriend. Or how Steve had trouble with food and didn’t have an okay family life. But also how Steve lit up when he talked about the kids he looked after. Honestly, it wasn’t fair to Eddie’s heart. He knew the moment Steve knew what D&d was that he was fucked but he wanted to pretend he wasn’t.

 Instead, he just groaned before launching himself at Gareth. Gareth shrieked and hit the ground with Eddie on top of him. They all started laughing until the door to the basement slammed open and Steve looked down. He was damp like he had been in the shower and threw on his pants in a hurry. Eddie watched the water run down his chest and tried his best not to die. “Is everyone alright?” Steve was a little out of breath and Jeff appeared next to him with a worried face. Eddie nodded and Steve looked one minute from shaking apart. He gave a sharp nod before he disappeared once again. Jeff looked after him until they all heard a door shut.

 They all decided to get the game started so that Steve could slip in easily once he joined them. And so that he wouldn't have to explain the fears that they all noticed. Eddie got into his element and he only stumbled a little when Steve joined them with the pizza. They paused and Grant handed Steve a piece of cheese. Steve smiled but he looked at the pizza like it was going to kill him. Eventually, he took a bite and then another. But Eddie made sure to keep an eye on him just in case. Steve did finish it but he turned down another.

 The night continued on and Steve watched from next to Grant on a couch, his head resting on his knees but he looked entertained. Eddie didn’t hold back, going all out to entertain him. However, once it got around 9 Steve disappeared once again. Eddie called for the night and everyone started cleaning up. However, no one stopped him from heading off to find Steve.

 He finally found him upstairs. The younger teen was curled up tight with a walkie in his hand, listening as kids sounded off. “This is Dustin signing off for the night.” One voice called.

“Everything’s alright over here, I’m heading to bed,” a girl stated but then sighed. “Max is signing off.”

“Nancy and Mike are signing off,” another small boy.

“The Byers are all good,” another boy stated.

“All good here, Lucas signing off.”

“El is going to bed?” A small girl sounded unsure but Eddie watched each voice loosen something in Steve.

 Steve sat there silently and Eddie didn’t know if he should say something before the walkie crackled to life again. “Steeevvve!” A voice drawled and Steve rested his head on his knees.

Steve cleared his throat, “Right. Yeah, well good night, dumbasses, Steve’s out.” Steve says in a soft voice. There’s a chorus of good nights before it goes silent and Steve shuts it down.

 Eddie knocks gently and Steve glances over, jumping a little. “Sorry,” Eddie smiled softly and Steve just gave him a small shrug. “Are those the kids you talked about?” He wanted to move closer but he stayed at the door. Leaning in the frame like he’s cooler than he is.

Steve sighs, “yeah. They uh- they do this every night.” It makes Eddie relax to think at least someone says good night to Steve every night. Even if it’s a little strange.

 “Uh, Byers, you know? Will? He’s one of them so everyone’s a little more… they like to know everyone’s alright every night just in case.” Steve explains, his face going pink.

“I think it’s nice,” Eddie assured and he couldn’t stop moving closer. He dropped onto the edge of Steve’s bed. “It’s like saying good night to your family. My Uncle, Wayne, works nights but I always say good morning and he always says good night. It’s always nice to know you’re not alone.”

Steve nods, “yeah. It’s nice to know… that they’re okay.” He states and Eddie watches as Steve’s gaze wanders to his window.

 “It was getting late, we figured we’d head out,” Eddie says gently and if he hadn’t been watching Steve so closely he would’ve missed the flicker of fear on his face. “It was really nice to do it here, to have you as our little cheerleader.” He teased in the hope to make Steve feel a little better.

Steve smirks, “yeah? Feel free to leave the basement that way. You can use it any time. I don’t mind the noise.” He says and Eddie’s heart hurts. How quiet did this house get at night when it was just Steve?

 Eddie reached over and gave his arm a little squeeze, “we might take you up on it. You don’t know how annoying it is at the high school. I’ve got to drop all the others off but how about I call when we’re all home safe and sound?” He offers and Steve’s eyes go wide. He nods quickly and Eddie stands up. He glances around Steve’s room and it’s not any more personal than the rest of the house. It looks like someone was hired to design a teenage boy’s room but they didn’t actually know the kid. Eddie swallowed hard at picturing Steve growing up in this fake house.

 Steve followed him downstairs and Eddie listened as Steve offered his basement as their go-to spot for however long they wanted it. Eddie silently persuaded them to agree but he didn’t really need to. Not now. As they all headed out Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze on his way out and Steve leaned into it a little bit. It made Eddie pause and turn. He pulled Steve into a big but short hug before giving him a salute and heading to the van.

Eddie knew he was falling but he pushed it away. Steve needed friends right now and Eddie could be that for him. 

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[the-bjd-community-confess]

Expense, recast rant, grown-ass people behaving badly

‘Legit dolls are too expensive.’ I call BS, there are plenty of nice lower price dolls that everyone welcomes within this hobby. Most people also have a lot of respect and admiration for hobby skills and are happy to see cute dolls regardless of the cost of the base doll. Yes, it may take you a long damn time to save for a more expensive type or to have the collection of multiple dolls that you may crave but you can either wait and save or get a less expensive starter doll in the meantime and both are ok. Everyone plays at their level in life. I bought a house and a car that are reasonable for my income, I don’t make myself miserable always chasing something more because that’s a never-ending battle, there’s always something better, something more. I budget my extra money in a way that makes sense for my lifestyle, neither over-spending nor being a miser. I have established a reasonable savings and investment plan because I know unplanned expenses can be devastating and because it’s very satisfying to invest and watch my money earn more money. But all of that is just normal adulting stuff so my big point here is that it’s questionable that anyone but a younger teen wouldn’t have learned all of this too and behave accordingly - buying the legit dolls that are within their means also. So that’s why I’m really surprised to see grown-ass people acting crazy over insisting that they are entitled to these bootleg dolls and that others are big meanies for saying ‘Hey, don’t post those here, don’t bring those in - they aren’t part of our hobby.’ Do they also think they can bring their fake Gucci bag to the luxury handbag forum, their rowboat to the yacht club and their KIA to the BMW road trip meets? Usually not, they know better, right?.

Many people are always going to have more dolls, more expensive or rare dolls, more traveling time and money to attend doll events and meets, maybe more stuff for their dolls, possibly more room and a better camera too, the list goes on. But if they are buying within their budget, then that’s the right level of spending for them. Mine is going to be different, maybe a lot more than some people but probably always far less than others so comparisons aren't really even useful. If something doesn’t fit my budget or my life, I need to work around it. Not try to unfairly game the system (buying cheap recasts so my collection is bigger and seems better) or take unethical shortcuts (cheating doll artists out of their fair earnings because I want their thing but won’t actually pay them for it so I go pay for a cheap stolen copy). That’s just bad and wrong thinking. 

And yet here we are, still dealing with having to push back on people who buy recast dolls after all this time. It hasn’t blown over or gotten any better. The hobby at large needs to take a better ‘no bootlegs’ stance and actually condemn this behavior. There’s no real neutral, the jury is in, recasts are a blight on the hobby, they make legit prices go up, drive hobby artists out of business or into a mode of releasing in a more limited and controllable way. The issue itself creates division among the members so if you tolerate them, if you were one who thought you could remain neutral, you see how they have now bloomed up like weeds into a multi-million dollar business for just one recast company, right? That overshadows almost all of the legit companies but maybe Volks and probably tops over the income of all the solo western bjd artists combined. This will only become worse if we continue to tolerate the recasts, as the western economy heads into recession, as doll artists continue to quit, restrict their production, raise their prices. 

It’s also a giant social pain in the ass. Friend gets a recast? Either the friendship is now fucked if you stand your ground and actively uphold your pro-artist only values or now you are called on to compromise those values, become recast neutral and to not criticize their doll, to be tolerant of their bootleg choice, and that’s both in your friendship and also within your hobby space. And of course they will talk about it because you are doll friends, right? So now a recast shares time and takes up space within your shared hobby. And since it’s now fine to have one, your friend will probably collect more (you notice they rarely stop at one, right?) and now the friend may attract another friend or 2 who may also have a shared recast sculpt, you get the picture. But most people are ‘too nice to say no’, and so that’s how they end up sliding down into a group full of recast owners if they don’t take a real pro-artist stand. Even worse if you are an artist yourself and you keep silent, if you don’t speak up and advocate for your fellow artists. We’ve even seen other artists buying recasts now. What level of diseased thinking is that? Bad enough to have these little bands of thieves lurking in their bootleg groups but when another artist joins in, that’s some next level ish.

Ok, I’m done. If you are legit-only, what’s your response to your doll friend buying a recast. Has it happened to you? 

~Anonymous

[windalchemist001]

Wondertober 2024- Day 14: candy or treat

npc/ oc: Sakhr Qadir, morden day King of thevies or king for short aka chaim al-asim

Sakhr chuckled as he spun pouch with one hand. He had manged to get enough thaumark to but a horse, maybe he should get one, after all his bike got fucked up by the damn cops.

Putting the pouch in his inner jacket pocket as he step into the threshold of the hide out his mind still just thinking about it the events of that day, and it ticked him off, after all the amount of bullshit that happened right after the other was fucken asinine!

First someone not only manged to call the cops on him but these fuckers seemed to be highly trained and not the normal idoits he was use to dealing with.

Two when he manged to escape and get on his bike they shot at him making him drop his loot and they got his bike making it hard to drive after a point.

Thrid he crashed said bike when taking a sharp corner and he was thrown off said bike and some how he found himself thrown into a bunch of ropes that had him tangled upside down like laundry.

Four he had to be saved by that hooded brat "king"

Five he had been forced to see some guy to fix him up.by that stupid bird that belongs to "king"

And lastly he was again show up by that ass hole, cause not only did king slam down a sack of money (more than he had) but drag him back to the hideout. After the doctors visit to get him patched up.

He spat off to the side, at least he dodnt have to deal with that bullshit. Or so he thought because the moment he ended up in the main chamber he saw the table where everyone puts their loot filled with food and a chest.

Everyone of the guys were hovering around the table were also stuffing their faces with food and seeming to be chating till they saw him. And begin speaking though sakhr couldn't understand them while they spook with their face stuffed with food.

Snarling he was half tempted to punch the idoit in the gut. "Spit out the crap in your mouth or at least wait till you're not trying to fucken talk around it."

"/oh come on sakhr, its Halloween, a time to celebrate and have fun./" the voice came from the darkness but sakhr didn't turn after all who knows where "king" truly was.

And it proved his point when an arm wrapped around his shoulder. And the voice from the opposite side spoke. "/And I figure i would return just long enough to make sure you lot have a filling meal with some good sweets on the side/"

Clicking his tounge he wanted to shove "king's" arm off him but he knew everyone was watching their interaction between him and the shorter male. And they were somewhat important in keeping order with their large group. Since if they fought to much in what isn't seen in a friendly banter sort of way it could cause trouble.

Still didn't mean he couldn't be fucken annoyed with everything. "Are you sure you're not really a woman under those clothes?" He snapped and it seems "king" didn't like it.

"/I am in fact a man, we both know that./"

Sakhr rolled his eye. "Do we? You've always wore that whole get up so we can't really tell what your figure is." He could hear the others that were in the room in agreement with him.

And with a snap decision the teen moved to pull the smaller teen close by the waist and sakhr couldn't help but enjoy the shock and fear that flashed across the "king's" eyes (later when this was all done and he was going to bed he would remark to himself how the younger's eyes were the red color of the sky in the setting sun)

"Oh look at that you have such a small body you fit beside me, almost like a woman." He laughed as did the others in the room but sakhr winced as he got hit in the gut and king too the slight losing of his hands to slip out of his grip.

"King" had quickly moved up a good distance on to the second part of the floor the bird which had been somewhere flew to land on "king's" shoulder.

"/I think its time I head back before it gets to late. So if you excuse me./" and with a flerish of a cape "king" disappeared into the darkness of the many tunnels of thir hideout. And sakhr already knew looking for the other would be useless since when "king" announced he was leaving he would be gone and no amount of looking would have him turn up unless "king" wanted to be spotted.

Pushing that way sakhr went to grab his loot to show off but the moment he pulled out the pouch he noticed it wasn't the same one. Quickly opening it he found sour candies and that one exclusive sweet that they only sale for Halloween down at the market, that he's been wanting to taste since last year.

But the anger that filled him as he took the pouch and tossed it to the wall spilling candy everywhere, the others begin laughing already figuring what happened it seems.

"Shut up!" He snarled at the guys, as the kept laughing, before someone manged to speak between laughter and asked how much he lost to "king"

Sakhr snarled at the group. "None of your business." He stop over to where the pouch hit the wall and snatched it still had some candy inside it and that rare treat from the weight of it and he could hear the others snickering but he stomp over to the table and snatched what looked to be lamb stew before heading to his room.

Honestly he was annoyed and decided he was going to just eat plan to get back at "king" some other time, for now he can enjoy the candy and the stew that happened to be his favorite.

[catreginae]

The Chance to See You Again - Chapter Three

This chapter… it gave me so many problems. I'm so glad it's finally done, though.

[Chapter One] - [Chapter Two] - [Chapter Three]

When a dark, swirling portal appeared nearly two decades after he fought in a war, Link hoped for the best. It wasn't like the portal that whisked him from his home and straight into a battlefield when he was younger, but a portal was a chance that maybe, a familiar face was waiting for him on the other side.

At least this time, the goddesses waited until he was an adult.

He paused, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

He stepped out into a raging storm. He looked behind him and found that the portal disappeared behind him. Link bowed his head down to try and keep the rain out of his eyes, picked a direction, and walked. Thankfully, he didn't have to walk far before he came across a strange, horse-shaped tent and he didn't hesitate to get under the canopy and out of the rain.

The tent was surprisingly spacious. There were some beds, a table with some chairs, and even some sort of sign for a recipe. There was a teen sitting on the table, eating from a bowl, and when their eyes met, the teen simply blinked in confusion. He set the bowl down, jumped to his feet, and slowly approached.

“I haven't seen you before,” somebody said. As the teen approached, Link could see the scars that wrapped around the left side of his face and neck. It seemed like both of them were going to get lots of attention, with the teen's scars and Link's own scar bisecting his eye. What an odd pair they made.

“I'm... new.”

The teen studied his face intently, his eyes slowly running over his body. Link didn't know what he was looking for but whatever he was looking for, he seemed to satisfied because he held out a hand. “I'm Link.”

“Hello, Link. My name is Link,” Time said with a smirk as he took the teen's hand. The other Link blinked at him.

“Huh... Not the weirdest day in my life.”

Time chucked quiet and shook his head. “Nor is it mine.”

× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×

If the captain could see him now, he would laugh and said he deserved what he got. After three weeks of travelling through different portals, he managed to collect seven other boys named Link in total, necessitating the use of nicknames after he found himself in a party of three Links (including himself). For the most part, the other seven didn't get into too much trouble, but it was enough trouble to make Link almost feel bad for all the running around he made the captain do.

Link became Time, after his hero title. An odd name, but hey, it wasn't like he was a stranger to odd things.

They were still wary of each other, for the most part. Time could see where they were still gauging and studying each other. They were all nice to each other of course, and they could work together well enough, but they were still a little guarded. Time was sure the more time they spent together, the more those walls would come down, and they would actually be comfortable around each other.

But there was somebody missing. The captain wasn't among their ranks.

At first, Time thought that they just haven't found him yet and one day, a portal would appear that would lead to them to the missing Link. So far, they picked up the last of hero of their group, Twilight, a week ago and that was so far the longest they've gone without a new hero. Either the goddesses didn't see the captain fit enough for their quest, an outrageous assertion in Time's opinion, or there wasn't another hero for the goddesses to pick. He didn't want to entertain either thought.

Instead, he chose to focus on the boys he did have than the one he knew he was missing. They needed some guidance. They needed somebody to take control and lead. Time was the oldest, both physically and mentally thanks to the constant three-day cycles he lived through, so naturally everybody was already looking to him for that kind of guidance. Link would have been invaluable in a situation like this, but he wasn't there, so the best Time could do was try to emulate the leadership that seemed to come so easily to him. It felt daunting but he had to do it. Somebody had to.

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It took an entire two weeks before a portal opened and they landed in a Hyrule that was vaguely familiar to Time, but apparently not at all recognizable to the others. Time kept his expectations low though. He didn't want to get excited, only to be let down when the situation wasn't what he thought it was. He would keep an open mind, but he wasn't going to let himself get disappointed.

They quickly located a dirt road and began to follow it. It had to lead somewhere eventually. It wasn't just a path, it was a road. Clearly, it was well used.

It didn't take them long for that road to lead to a structure made of grey bricks – a fort, his mind supplied – that was under attack. The sheer number of monsters was overwhelming the soldiers that bore a very familiar uniform, but that was all Time registered before he and the other boys jumped into the action, needing nothing more than to see that there were people who needed help.

The uniform was familiar. He didn't know the faces but he knew the uniforms. Everything looked familiar but somehow out of reach, just dancing at the edges of his memories.

“LINK!” A voice like a wind chime. A fairy.

He knew where he was. Time didn't waste a second. He ran towards Proxi's voice, pushing his aging and heavily covered armoured body to go as fast as it could. He watched as a man in blue and green clutched his abdomen as the sword he was holding fell out of his hand. Proxi flew around him in a panic as Link, his brother, fell to his knees, seemingly unable to lift a hand to defend himself against a moblin that held a bloodstained sword over his head.

With a growl, Time swung his sword and cut the beast in half. Link looked at him in confusion as he fell to his side.

Time dropped his sword and was on his knees in an instant, holding pressure on the growing, red splotch in Link's tunic. He turned the captain to his back, as it was easier for him to hold pressure that way. He just got an answer to the question that plagued him for a good two decades and now there was the chance to lose him again. If he was brought here just to watch him die, he was marching the boys to wherever the goddesses were and he was going to have a stern Talking To with them. He had a lot of practice with lectures lately, so he was well prepared to yell at the goddesses if it came down to that.

“We need a fairy or a potion here!” Time called out, hoping one of them was close enough to hear him.

Link's eyes were half-lidded but he managed to focus his eyes upward towards Time's face. The captain tried to get up but Time moved his hand to stop him, but it wasn't difficult to stop him thanks to his injuries.

“...Mask?”

“Shh, save your strength. I'm not going anywhere this time.”

The captain opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it as he let himself relax instead, his eyes instead studying Time's face. His gaze was surprisingly intense for somebody who was actively bleeding from a stab wound.

“Link, just relax,” Proxi said quietly, hovering around his face. “Everything will be fine now.”

“I'm here!” Wind shouted as he dropped to his knees by their side, uncorking a bottle of red potion. Time helped Link up to a sitting position just as Wind brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it. The captain managed to drink about half the bottle before he closed his eyes and went limp in Time's arms.

“Link! C'mon, wake up, you gotta drink some more!” Proxi cried out, pressing a tiny hand on his nose.

“Link?” Wind whispered, only loud enough for Time to hear. He looked at Time with quirked eyebrows and wide eyes.

“Later,” Time whispered back. “Proxi, he had enough for now. He'll need more when he wakes up, but for now, we should let him rest. Wind, how did everybody else do?” he asked, once he realized that he couldn't hear the roar of the battle anymore.

“I think we're all fine. I saw Hyrule and Sky helping out some of the wounded knights already. It's a good thing we arrived when we did.”

“Good. Let's get the captain somewhere to rest, and then we'll figure out to proceed from there.”

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Time meant to explain his past with the captain before they all went out to meet him, but instead, once he and the rest of the Links were introduced to a corner of the barracks in the fort that was made private with some heavy curtains, they split up the four bunks and went to sleep. It was a little late when they first arrived, so by the time they were taken to the barracks, it was nearly sundown. Normally, they would stay awake longer, organize watches, and cook dinner, but clearly they were all exhausted if nobody complained about not having dinner.

So when Proxi woke him up in the morning, saying that Link was awake, he didn't wait to go see him. He was vaguely aware of the others following behind him, but he was more focused on following Proxi through the confusing layout of the fort.

The first thing Time did when he walked into Link's room was give him a tight hug. It was a little awkward, since Link was sitting on his cot and Time's feet were on the floor, but he made it work. He wanted to give this man a hug for decades.

“Ah! Not so hard! I'm still sore. How are you so big and strong now? This is unfair!” Link exclaimed.

“You two knew each other before?” Twilight asked, his eyes wide. Time let him go and stepped back, and that's when Proxi finally settled on one his shoulders. Link was still kind of pale, but he was significantly better than the last two times he saw him – bleeding out on the battlefield the previous day and burning with fever decades earlier. Well, decades to him. Link looked to be about the same, so it might have only been a couple of years for him, if that.

“Yeah, except he was a lot younger than he is right now,” Link said with a chuckle. “He was pretty cute too, until he stole my clothes while I was bathing and forced me to run across camp with nothing but a towel on.”

“He what?” Wild asked, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

“I was ten, for the record,” Time muttered.

“He also once hid all of Link's left boots and socks. Link just sat in his tent and stared at the tent walls because it threw him off and he couldn't get back on track,” Proxi chirped from his shoulder.

“You've got to teach me your ways, Time,” Wind added.

“Anyway, who are your new friends?” Link asked, waving his hand to dismiss the topic. “I'm assuming somebody's messing around with time again if you came back.”

“Well, you're not wrong,” Legend said, planting his hands on his hips. “Some sort of shadow is creating portals, moving monsters around, and somehow enhancing them by doing something to their blood. We're always a couple steps behind and we still don't know what it's trying to do.”

“Definitely sounds like something I would have to get involved in. I wouldn't be surprised if that shadow had something to do with that battle yesterday. We have scouts here and they didn't see anything just hours before they were on us. With an ambush that big, we would have seen them coming and had some time to prepare, but we only had time to grab a weapon and close the gates.”

“The Princess will understand if you have to go,” Proxi said with a nod. “The other captain already sent messengers to the castle, so I imagine she'll come herself if we give her some time.”

“We can probably wait,” Time answer. “The portals don't usually come back right away.”

“I'll need a few days before I'm battle ready anyway,” Link said with a shrug. At least this time, he was being careful. In fact, he barely moved since Time let him go.

“Boys, you mind if I spoke with Link alone?”

Without question, they filed out. Proxi looked between them and then at Link.

“You can stay, Proxi. It's about... when you had to leave, right?”

“If I had a choice or say in the matter, I wouldn't have left when I did. I wanted to make sure that you were better first. I didn't want to leave when you were still so sick. I knew I had to go home eventually, but I...” he paused, searching his mind for the right words. He barely said anything and his eyes were already beginning to sting. “I thought I would get to say goodbye when I did. I never thought I would have to leave and not even know if you ever woke up.”

Link took a deep breath and he focused his gaze on his blanket instead, wringing it in his hands.

“They told me it was touch and go for a while. Zelda said that our fastest messengers went to the fairy fountain for some blessed water, and the medics think that without help from a great fairy, I probably wouldn't have made it. Even after the fever broke, I was bedridden for a couple of weeks. It took a while to find the motivation to even get out of bed because... well, a lot of my friends suddenly weren't around anymore.”

“Even Lana had to leave before Link woke up,” Proxi added, her wings drooping. “It was just me and the medics, since Zelda and Impa were too busy to visit for him for too long. They had to look after the reconstruction after all. He just seemed really lost when he woke up and none of the time travelling heroes were there.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“Don't be. You didn't have a choice. I know you would have stayed if you could. It sucked to be so alone but I don't- can't blame anybody for leaving. Besides,” Link started, grabbing the hand that Time kept his wedding ring on, “I see you got yourself a pretty little shackle. I'm glad you found some happiness after all that. I was worried about you spending so long in a war zone as a kid, but you look like you turned out alright.”

“I had an alright role model as a kid,” Time said with a smirk as he took his hand back. “It wasn't easy though. I was a lost for a while. As soon as the portal took me back to my era, I didn't have anywhere to go. It took a while to find my footing but I eventually figured it out. It was hard, not knowing whether or not you pulled through. I didn't think I would ever find out.”

Link starting wringing his blanket again. Time put his hands on top of Link's to save his poor blanket.

“I'm just glad I got to see you again. You will probably have to join us in this adventure so we can put a stop to the shadow's actions if we followed it here, but these boys are all good boys, even if Legend is a bit snarky on the surface.”

“I could handle you.”

“Barely,” Proxi added in. Link shushed her.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and a young man in white walked in, carrying a tray with a jug of water with a glass and a bowl full of some green paste. “I heard your old wound is aching again?”

Link nodded. Time looked between who he assumed was a medic and Link, who only looked a little bit resigned as he shooed off Proxi so he could get out of his shirt. He said he was sore but Time didn't at all think about the old injury that nearly took his life as the reason why he was. He could see his chest first and the pink, jagged scar from his old injury, though he couldn't see anything from the new wound. It wasn't uncommon for potions to leave behind a small scar, but Link apparently lucked out for once in that department.

“It doesn't hurt most of the time. There's just some bad days. The injury from yesterday did me no favours in that regard,” he muttered as the medic set the tray down. Cautiously, Time rose to his feet and walked behind him, curious to see the scar. The scar from the front was nothing compared to the back where most of his infection was.

It was large and strangely circular, the discoloured skin pulled tightly towards the middle of it. It was no wonder it bothered him sometimes, knowing that the scars on his left arm where also the kind that seemed to be pulled tight. Time caught Link more than once massaging his arm when all of his armour was pulled off at the end of a long day of fighting, wincing as he did so. He couldn't imagine what his back would be like, especially as it was in a spot he couldn't easily reach on his own.

The medic poured Link a glass of water, passed it over, and got to work, massaging some of the green paste into the scar. The smell of the paste was enough to make Time move back to where he was at.

Link grabbed his hand again and offered a small smile. He didn’t have to say anything for Time to know what he was trying to do. Time mouthed a ‘thank you.’

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As Proxi predicted, Zelda and Impa arrived within a few days, just when Link, now dubbed Warriors, was just starting to spend more time with the rest of the group, when he wasn’t busy still doing captain duties around the fort. Time was worried that Link wasn’t getting enough rest, but he wasn’t in any danger of reopening a wound, so he elected to keep his opinions to himself. Besides, if he looked exhausted in front of Impa and Zelda, he would get a talking to from them anyway.

They stayed outside of the fort when Impa and Zelda first arrived, letting Warriors handle updating them on their situation. They were sitting outside, with even the most restless of them lounging around in the grass. It was kind of hot out, so maybe that was what took the wind out of their sails.

“Is that a portal?” Legend asked suddenly, sitting up and looking down the field. Sure enough, Time could see the dark, swirling doorway into another era.

Time got up to get Warriors but by the time he got the main gate, Warriors was already there with a travel bag slung over his shoulder. “Time to go, I assume?”

“Time to go,” Time said, patting Warriors on the back.

This time, his big brother was coming with him. Time sighed deeply, letting nearly two decades of ‘what ifs’ leave his body. It was different, this time.

[krowjones]

Hello there, I´m really excited about this idea and couldn't help but wonder what are the answers for ⚔️ and 🍂

Aditionally, if both of you feel like it, what would the answer for ���� be?

⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills?

Teen Krow tapped his cheek as he thought. "Skills that mean a lot to me…" He smiled. "I was taught Lou Jitsu-style martial arts. I can throw a mean punch and a meaner kick," he boasted, puffing his chest out a little.

"Am I the best martial artist ever? No way. That title goes to the turtles and Splinter himself. But watching those training videos as a kid, and then sensei building on that during training, got me through the apocalypse. I'm grateful for that."

"And how else do I use those skills? To beat the ever-living shit out of the Krang!" he proudly declared with a fist in the air and fire in his eyes. "And maybe to stop some other crime along the way," he added more calmly.

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🍂 FALLEN LEAVES — how would you metaphorically describe your life and the journey(s) you've been on?

Old Krow thought for a bit, stroking his beard, and then smiled. "Like climbing Mount Everest."

After a beat, he elaborated. "I recently learned about this." Illustrating with his hands, he moved them higher and higher as he explained. "You start at the base of the mountain then move up to base camp. You have to get acclimated to the thin air at that altitude for a long time. Then you finally start your ascent. But it's extremely dangerous despite the help you get and even in the best conditions. People around you could die due to anything — stupidity, lack of fitness, lack of cooperation, bad luck. The environment is against you, sometimes an avalanche happens that people could get caught in. Or frostbite, or hypothermia. And you have to keep moving forward anyway."

He paused to collect his thoughts. "On Mount Everest, you can't really save people so easily. To be blunt, there's dead bodies everywhere. Maybe just out of sight, covered in snow and ice, but you know they're there and haunt the mountain. It can feel hopeless at times. And it's so hard to adapt to the harsh environment you're in." He shrugged. "But you can't be distracted by the death or potential death or how harsh things are. You have to adapt and use all you got to survive." His voice turned grave. "Your only goal is for you, and hopefully everyone in your group, to make it to the top and back down again — alive."

Old Krow let out a little sigh and sadly smiled. "But when you're finally at the top… hell, I can only imagine how amazing the view is. Must really be something. It's got to be incredible, for people to risk their lives for it."

He leaned in close to the camera, smile widening to a playful grin, and whispered. "Little Me doesn't know he's nearly at the top already." He winked. "Don't tell him, though."

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🤔 THINKING FACE — what three emotions tend to dominate your mindset? do you know why they do?

Teen Krow scrunched up his face in thought and bounced his leg.

"Ooh, that stumped him," Old Krow teased when the teen didn't respond for a long time.

"Shut up, I'm thinking," the younger one snapped, his leg bouncing more.

Old Krow chuckled. "How about anger?"

"Fine. Anger. Fear. And sadness," the teen finally answered glumly. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and cradle his cheek in his hand. "And probably because everything sucks even though everything's fine now. Except it isn't really."

Old Krow's brow wrinkled in concern over his younger counterpart's moodiness but did not comment on it. Instead he looked to the audience. "Our emotions are pretty strong and we feel them often, so it's tough for both of us to say. But I'll still try to answer the question."

He swayed in his seat and hummed. "Me, I think I'm pretty happy these days. Of course, I don't think my angry streak will ever leave me," he said with a small nod toward the younger counterpart. "I just channel it all into fighting crime now. And the last one…" He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling shyly. "Well, I do still worry a lot. There's lots to be concerned about."

He casually leaned back in his seat and put his feet up, looking pretty comfortable. "But that's life for ya!"

[vilisisms]

˙✧˖° [ ◉¯] ⊹₊ ― [ damian hardung | he/him] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. JESSE KENNER, an 23 year old WEREWOLF, is one of those from the PRESENT learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re PROTECTIVE but the truth is that they’re really LEERY. Their style can best be described as CAMERAS, HOSTING MOVIE NIGHTS WITH A PROJECTOR ON A FRIDAY NIGHT, AND THE SPENDING HOURS IN A LOCAL COFFEE SHOP and we’ll see how that helps them fit in.

&. BASICS 

Full Name: jesse reed kenner

Nicknames: jess, reed 

Age: 23 

Sexuality: bisexual

Date of Birth: july 16th

Gender & Species: cis male / werewolf

Current Location: new mystic orleans falls

&. MORE BASIC INFO

Languages: english, french

Education: high school diploma

Occupation: photographer

Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: drinks

&. PERSONALITY

Zodiac Sign: cancer

Bad Habits: isolating himself

Hobbies: hiking, reading, editing his photos

Fears: leaving his family, the ocean

Five Positive Traits: benevolent, creative, forgiving, kind, sympathetic

Five Negative Traits: impulsive, reserved, sensitive, shy, intense

&. BIOGRAPHY

professional soft boi

super close with his mom and younger siblings.

always trying to find the silver linings and positives in situations, not just for himself but for those around him.

the BEST listener & shoulder to cry on

jesse has always been more reserved, always in his head rather than living in the moment. he thought a lot about the future and his family, but rarely of himself. it wasn't until he met his best friend as a young teen that he realized he should focus a little on himself. he did so by taking up the photography, and since then it has been his passion.

he views his siblings as his responsibility. growing up, seeing the lengths and struggles that their mother went trough, he didn't want her to take on all of it so he would work odd jobs until he was old enough to get a job as a waiter. by doing he took care of his own needs with the money he earned so that his mother could focus on his siblings rather than him. however, anything outside of the family setting he will find himself keeping tabs on them, keeping them out of trouble the best he can.

thanks to his untriggered werewolf gene, jesse does have a temper though most of the time it manifests in the form of more disappointment and being highly sensitive, he carries such high standards for himself and those around him that he often gets let down and walked over.

with his best friend being that person to pull him out of his comfort zone, and showing him what life could be if he shifted his priorities, they often got him into trouble or dangerous situations and while he would tell his mother the opposite, he loved it. a sense of adventure was trying to claw its way out of him, but he keeps suppressing it.

engaged to the love of his life, skyla fairlight.

(i'll add more or edit this idk this was written in five minutes lol) HMU if you want plots!

[themosleyreview]

The Mosley Review: Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire

Nostalgia is a fleet of tug boats in the front and rear of a massive ship or tanker. They will lovingly push and guide the ship forward into familiar waters, but they can't carry it the entire way home. They have a limited distance of travel and don’t sail past the point of no return. Unfortunately, many franchises have yet to learn that lesson and rely on those tug boats for life. Ghostbusters: Afterlife was guided perfectly and went full speed ahead into new and uncharted waters with curiosity and warmth in its heart. I walked into this film knowing that the waves of nostalgia would brush up against this new story, but I felt this time that it started pummel the otherwise overly crowded ship. At first, I was loving the day to day ghostbusting with the new team and where they all ended up. Shortly after, the film started to take a turn in relying on too many reused moments, lackluster comedy that stopped the tension dead in its tracks and a vast number of characters that were given too little to do or were contradictory to one another. There were 4 out of the 6 plotlines that should've been the main focus of the film and would've driven the plot home to a more powerful conclusion. The amount of character development would've been more interesting and not so watered down and unfocused.

Mckenna Grace returns as Phoebe Spengler and she exudes the same amount of charm she had from the previous film. She begins to showcase that teenage rebellious angst in this film and it was interesting to see her befriend someone unexpected. She has a lot of pent up rage and its on full display at times. Finn Wolfhard as Trevor Spengler this time around nails that "I'm an adult now so treat me like one" attitude and it was fine, but that's really the extent of his development and I was a little saddened by that. Carrie Coon returns as their mother Callie Spengler and I still liked her protective and sometimes chill nature. I do wish she was a bit more stern and not so easy going when it came to some of the sass she receives from Phoebe. Paul Rudd returns as her boyfriend Gary Grooberson and I loved his chemistry with the family. He truly shines when he is trying to be a bigger part of the Spengler family and I found that was truly the heart of the film in many ways. Logan Kim continues to steal scenes as the loveable and intense Podcast. I would totally watch an entire film about his adventures with Phoebe and Ray Stanz or the rest of the younger ghostbusters anyday. Celeste O'Connor returns as Lucky Domingo and I liked that she was given the ability to play with some of the new equipment and be proficient at it. Her chemistry with Trevor is still palpable and I want a teen love story between them because they are too much fun together. Ernie Hudson, Dan Aykroyd, Annie Potts and Bill Murray all return as Dr. Winston Zeddemore, Dr. Ray Stanz, Janine Melnitz and Dr. Peter Venkman and they all get to have fun and shine in the best way. The chemistry between Winston and Ray has never been stronger. Their "Judgement Day" scene from the original film was my favorite and their conversation in this one was just as fantastic and important. Ray and Podcast have also have an amazing bond that I want to see expanded upon in a mentorship capacity. William Atherton returns as now Mayor Walter Peck and he was still delightful to watch. It fits that he still has it out for the Ghostbusters after 40 years. He was that grumpy old man you see on a porch that never stopped hating everyone.

There are a alot of new characters that join the franchise and this is where I meant it got crowded. Kumail Nanjiani was wonderful and funny as Nadeem Razmaadi. I liked that he was a driving force behind the plot and did get to have his comedic time to shine, but a bit too much in my opinion. There is a difference between a one liner that perfectly buttons a scene and a one liner that just lingers for too long. He has at number of the latter and I hated seeing that happen to a great actor and comedian. James Acaster was fascinating as one of Winston's engineers, Lars Pinfield. Through him, you are introduced to the possible future of the paranormal investigative side of the Ghostbusters that I hope will be the focus in the future and with him leading. I would watch an entire series just with him and a science team doing studies on the different classes of ghosts they capture and examine. Patton Oswalt as Dr. Hubert Wartzki was as good as you'd expect. He had the expositionary lore position of the film that I felt was wrongfully given to him. If Ray has studied the paranormal legends, folklore and beyond for his entire life, then why not make him the source of all knowledge for Podcast and Phoebe? I just felt Hubert truly stole alot of the thunder from Ray and you honestly could've cut his character completely. Just imagine for a second that Phoebe, Podcast and Ray work together to investigate the new villain and it would present a moment for Ray to have another chance to study with Egon through his granddaughter and you see that glow of happiness in Ray’s eyes and heart. Sounds awesome right?! Emily Alyn Lind was good and melancholy as Melody. I'll try not to spoil too much, but I'll say that she presents a interesting perspective on ghostbusting and possibly the humane nature of it. Her chemistry with Pheobe was a highlight of the film and gets a decent payoff.

Composer Dario Marianelli takes the helm this time around and delivers a fun score that incorporates the classic Elmer Bernstein score motifs while delivering his own themes. I do miss Rob Simonsen's touch from the previous film though. The use of more practical effects is always been a staple of the franchise and it continues here. I liked seeing the new and creepy ghosts in the film and wanted to know more about them. So what are my final thoughts on this new chapter in the GB franchise you ask? Afterlife was a welcomed and heartfelt return to the franchise, but this film felt like it wasn't handled with the same amount of care. Yes, it was more an adventure and more like an episode of the original animated, but it lacked a fully focused narrative that could service each character purposefully. There should've been less nostalgia, trim off the one liners and the many different plots at hand. You have too many characters on a single case and it came together in the end, but you still feel that void of logic in its essence. What I wish this film had done was let the tension and fear build and actually let the audience feel as if any of them could die. Don't be afraid to have that level of terror, darkness and seriousness that comes with facing these dangerous spirits. Stop adding all these characters and focus on the ones you already have. If this film was the many building blocks sprawled across the table that it felt like, then the next film needs to focus on the blocks that fit and not add more blocks to the pile. In the end, I still liked the film and I had alot of fun with this messy and scattered entry, but I hope the next film truly lets the tug boats of nostalgia return to the docks and allow the franchise set sail into more mature and fresh waters. I’m curious to see a director’s cut of this film because it truly felt like it needed another five minutes to clean up some of the mess. There is one mid credits scene that was fun, but its not that important. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

[guttedz0mbie]

MEET CYE

Hes not part of the lykel arc btw.

Cye can switch between his human form and Alien(natural) form. Although the transformation is kinda icky.

So how did he get to Earth?

At the ripe age of 10 his planet was about to collide with another. The impact would have killed every single alien on the planet. Evacuation was called, but in order to escape the planet you had to have a space ship (obviously). Not everyone owned one, only those who served in the space force had one. Luckily Cye's parents(who were already out of the planet prior to the evactuation for work) owned a small ship so his brother(15 at the time)took him and himself to the ship. It took a long time to actually leave the planet because many aliens begged to get on the ship by rocking it or trying to break in. Sadly the ship could only fit about 5 people max or it wouldnt be able to take off. Dahlo(Cye's Brother) didnt want Cye to see the choas so in panic he drugged him so that he would fall asleep. Last thing he saw was his planet and everyone on it seconds from being destroyed

He woke up on a shore of a California Beach. The date is October 31. He couldnt find his brother or the ship. He tried to look around for him. So he went into a nearby building. The building was a Bar who was having a costume party. Everyone was extremly drunk so when Cye walked in with his alien form, they all assumed it was some costume. Cye learned that in order to blend in he had to look like one of them. So he "cloned" the nearest person to him and took their form. He stayed their for a while and the next day the staff just decided to put him to work at the place and raise him.

About Cye

He is an outgoing Goober who works as a bartender during the night. He has no style and mostly wears silly polo shirts. He has an intrest in art and he doodles in the afternoon at a nearby cafe shop. He loves that place because its quiet and the food is banging. He also has an itty bitty crush on one of the workers their, Cole. they hang out a lot . He is bilingual he speaks english and spanish. Cye also researches a lot about alien sightings, he thinks it would be able to help him track his brother and other surviving aliens.

>Old Concepts<

Cye was originally supposed to be an angsty teen with a younger brother but ig the plot really wasnt going anywhere with that so i scratched it :P.

He was also going to have a color pallete of green and blue but i wanted him to have a more pleasing color cuz the green wasnt doing it for me.

Thats really it uhh sorry if it doesnt make any sense, im not really good at explaining things. Feel free to ask questions about him and thanks @jingle-my-jangle for the name suggestion :3

[childofaura]

What do you think about kaze’s VA? I know you mentioned you already had a long convo about this but I’m curious. Personally I like fates va over feh. There’s something kinda stiff about his feh lines to me. You can also ignore this if you want if it’s too redundant

No no, I'm absolutely happy to answer this because this has haunted me ever since FEH launched. You're all good, but be warned you WILL get a spiel about this.

So before I talk about Xander Mobus, we need to talk about the casting issue with FEH. In Fire Emblem Fates, David Stanbra voiced Xander, Kaze, Siegbert, Shura, Sumeragi, and Kilma. But suddenly, when FEH came out, Xander was listed as being played by George Spelvin. A lot of people on Behind the Voice Actors theorized that this was David Stanbra working under a pseudonym. They still insist that to this day, but absolutely nothing has confirmed this. Especially when Siegbert was introduced to FEH and people noticed that Todd Haberkorn was voicing him (Which, Todd, I love you, and I love your Morgan and Joshua. But Stanbra fit like a glove for Siegbert). Additionally, not a single alt for Xander has sounded anything like Stanbra's performance in Fates. And to continue, each one of Stanbra's roles has been recast. Because Stanbra can't be found on any social media, and because SUPPOSEDLY "George Spelvin" isn't an actual actor, we have no confirmation.

And this really sucks because David Stanbra, in each of his roles, did such an amazing job playing all of those characters and differentiating them. Xander was stern and commanding, but dutiful and loyal. Kaze was mild, reassuring, and compassionate. Siegbert was polite and eager. And Shura, dearest beloved Shura, was rough and fiery, but gentle and sweet.

So unless someone is somehow able to track down Stanbra and ask him what happened, we will never know. I believe that whoever is voicing Xander is not Stanbra himself, just due to the vast difference in voice quality.

NOW... We should get onto Xander Mobus.

Xander Mobus plays Kaze, Innes, and Arvis. While I have no reservations about Arvis and Innes (and I think he was actually a good pick for Innes), I have some BIG opinions on his Kaze voice.

Performance... like I said, I think he does ok. I don't feel like he uses a whole lot of crazy emotion with his roles, but Arvis and Innes aren't exactly high energy. And like you said about his role as Kaze, he sounds very stiff, like he's trying to mimic Kaze's formal-ness except he's not pulling it off. Kaze is respectful, yes, but he's also warm and inviting. Mobus makes him sound too distant. But Innes he does great, though I feel like with Arvis he's trying to sound too dramatic, less like a natural fit and more like a teenager trying to sound edgy scary. It's still not a bad performance for Arvis though.

And like I mentioned, he wasn't a good fit for Kaze. I just think his voice isn't as naturally deep as Stanbra's was, so while Kaze in Fates sounds like he's actually Saizo's twin brother, an equally deep voice accompanied not by bite but by embrace, in FEH he sounds like a meek teen younger brother. Once again, Innes was a great pick and Arvis was okay.

Range... I honestly don't know what to say about Mobus's range. In almost everything I've heard him in, he does the same exact generic anime protag voice. And yes, I know he was the new announcer for Smash back when SSB4 came out, but that's a voice ANY guy can do. Hell, there's videos of OneyNG doing that voice perfectly while he's horsing around with his buddies. If you ask me, his best performance and emotion was his role as Jimmy Firecracker in Dragonball Z Abridged. I didn't even know it was him in that series.

Rounding it all up... Xander Mobus is more or less a 7/10. He's a lot like Bryce Papenbrook where there's just too much going on with his performances, and unfortunately trying to fill Stanbra's shoes didn't help.

[nowandevermore]

"By the time you're 25, you should be married and having children."

This was something I heard a lot when I was growing up. Living in the near south in a small, conservative town, this was a huge mindset for me. I would go through primary schooling, go to college, graduate, get a job, marry, and start having kids so I could give my parents their precious and deserved grandchildren.

Well. Only one of these things happened. It wasn't the college part lol

I'm thirty now, but I have friends who are younger who have and are dealing with this same mindset ingrained from a young age. The worry and demand of deadlines placed on those older than you. Everything has a time limit, and if you're not fitting in that narrow frame of time, then you are the problem. You need to change.

You need to find a way to rewind time and do it all over again.

If only life were that easy.

However, I'm here to quell those worries for you. That timeline, that linear path planned by our elders is a farce, a lie.

There is no timeline.

Your twenties are not just for becoming a spouse and a parent. Your twenties are for learning -- who you are, what you want, and what you don't. Your twenties are for fucking around and finding out in some of the most harrowing ways possible.

Every year before your late teens, early twenties is spent with people who are supposed to raise you -- whether they did or not depends on your own story. But unless given the ability to learn who you are as you grow, and even with this ability, twenties are a completely different time.

I swear sometimes those ten years were a different life entirely.

Everyone is going to have a different path, a different journey, and a different ending point. Getting married young, starting a family, getting your degree and starting a career -- none of this is bad to do at a young age. Your twenties can be for this too.

But if it's not, know that you're still not doing this wrong. There is no way to live your life wrong (unless you're being an asshole, then you deserve all your karma). But taking your time, pacing yourself, all of this is perfectly fine. It's normal.

It's human.

Your twenties are for being the most human that you can be. They're for being cringe, for worrying a little too hard about what others might think. They're for learning of love and loss. Your twenties are for making mistakes and learning from them.

When you get older, when you've finally let go of the burden of trying to live for someone else, you look back at that person you were in your twenties. And you thank them. Because you unfortunately can't learn how to win in life without first learning how to lose. And oh, is your twenties for that too.

But know that these years do pass. They get better, there's a light at the end of the tunnel that reads in large numbers -- 30. Your thirties and above are for taking everything you did in your twenties, and owning it. Because whoever you were then, they're someone to be proud of. You did it. You made it. And you'll come out better for it.

You've got this. I believe in you. There are tens, hundreds, thousands who believe in you too. And when you hit thirty, maybe you'll believe in you, too.

[erigold13261]

Loving this hypothetical interaction series! How about… Nova (teen or adult) and Satoru (teen or adult)? Or… teen!Nadia and Kento (teen or adult)?

Glad you like these! They are really fun too! Mainly because I can pick and choose the version of a character I want (like a version of Kento that knows Eve or not). I don't have to worry about random canon or making sure stuff fits into the timeline. I can just bullshit it and have fun making shit up lol!

Also, a bit longer because I went into a bunch of different match-ups, so under the cut it goes!

Teen Nova wouldn't care about Satoru at all, whether blue was a teen or adult. And I don't think teen Satoru would want to hang out with teen Nova at all.

However, adult Satoru would probably want to get teen Nova into Jujutsu High or something like that to help him grow his powers as blue would see immense potential in Nova (who would reject any offer from Satoru to train their power).

So honestly, with teen Nova, there isn't much interaction at all. Kinda like how kid Megumi and Satoru interacted a bit that we saw. With Nova just being uninterested in Satoru for the most part (though maybe if Satoru really plays into Nova's ego then teen Nova would start to open up a bit more and be more willing to work with blue).

Teen Satoru and adult Nova is a kinda reluctant parent-child relationship (I do have an ask about this I will try and explain in more detail in), where Satoru sees Nova as a parent and Nova kinda takes this role on but also rejects the parent title/role (if anything more like a fun uncle or something like that).

Now adult Satoru and adult Nova can go in different ways depending on if they knew each other at all.

So like, for canon interations, adult Satoru had already known Nova when blue was a teen so as both adults then they would have a pretty good relationship at this point. But that would mean this adult Nova is a timeskip Nova.

Another idea would be adult Satoru and pre-timeskip Nova. Which would really only work if the two didn't know each other at all (which is kinda how I go with these different time versions of characters, because like an adult Neon meeting teen or young adult Tatiana would be different if Neon knows Kul Fyra or not).

But anyway, adult Satoru and adulte, pre-timeskip Nova would probably not get along all that well. Or maybe they would? I kinda see Satoru acting a lot like Neon honestly. So perhaps Satoru's overly happy and preppy personality would work on Nova like Neon's did, breaking down the walls Nova has, playing into the ego a bit, and just making a really good friend as well.

Plus, the fact that Satoru would want to be a good teacher and help students grow into the best versions of themselves (something other than Nova would have triggered this I guess), would probably inspire Nova again to be a bit more open and receptive to younger individuals and start teaching those around them again (so like how teen Satoru is inspired by Nova, now it is the other way around!).

So yea, actually I think adult Nova and adult Satoru could become pretty good friends! (though honestly Nova is gonna be hella fucking tired if BOTH Satoru and Neon are around him for too long. Those two extroverts are absolutely gonna be draining every bit of energy out of Nova).

Okay onto teen Nadia and Kento (both teen and adult!)

Teen Kento (let's just say he is compared to some other famous person with a skin condition and not Eve) and teen Nadia probably wouldn't be the best of friends.

Both just seem too... full of themselves? That's not the right word. More like anxious about themselves? They only really think of themselves in proximity to their looks, especially because of their skin conditions. So they wouldn't necessarily be friends, but there would be this kinda awkward comradery between the two. Like a silent acknowledgement that they are going through the same shit.

Also like, if this is TEEN Nadia, then she is already going through a divorced parent situation and is very secluded and alone. Perhaps she would see Kento as someone like her and try to cling onto him like she did with Zuke, but I don't think Kento would like that, at least in the way she is doing it.

Kento is used to Yu's kind of clinginess. With it being more welcoming and Yu wanting to see Kento be the best version of himself as well as the two doing a give and take kind of deal.

Nadia on the other hand would do more of a force on-and-take away kind of deal. She is looking for herself in others and not elevating what she sees in others. She THINKS she is elevating the person she sees in Kento, but she is actually trying to elevated herself using him.

And that is something I don't really see Kento liking. He would also probably bluntly tell Nadia something that would hurt her deeply, not understanding why it hurt her when, to him, it was the truth.

If Yu is not there to mediate this interaction between the two, I honestly do not see it going in a nice way (Nadia might even lose control of her powers a bit and that might make Kento react using his own powers out of some kind of fear or something).

Now teen Nadia with adult Kento is a totally different story (adult Kento learns to love himself, or at least respect himself, without knowing Eve or something like that in this version).

He would be a haven for Nadia. Someone who can tell her exactly what she needs to hear in that moment of her life that no one else could have really told her (or as close to exactly what she needed).

Definitely a support for her that she would need at that moment in her life. I don't see him really getting anything out of the interaction except maybe some kind of closure that he has grown enough in himself that he is able to help a young teen going through something he went through himself.

The two are definitely not gonna be friends or anything, but there is definitely a kind of respectful bond between the two. A very positive mentor and student connection.