#also because we didn’t have the refs made for it yet

[blank-house]

either I'm blind or Elio doesn't have his tattoos yet in that photo. But I'm also too damn flustered to look at it closely so idk bcpnaoljh

No you’re right! He doesn’t have his tattoos in that photo. Haha it’s because this was commissioned before the idea had been canonized in lore.

[mascdestr0yer]

Number one (1)

Hopkins!Paige x Fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, a bit cheesy, a girl and basketball player (zombies ref)

Trope: slow burn

Synopsis: Senior year just started, who knew paige was sooo ‘charming’ (eye roll)

“do you ever stop talking?”

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YOU’VE GONE THROUGH the first three out of six periods fine, until you got to calculus. You walked into class, your nose scrunched up at the coolness of the AC blasting.

The room was dimly lit, but also cozy in some way. Fucking partner desks.. You hated tables where it was big enough to fit two seats, maybe because you hated the awkward silence of the infamous ‘turn and talk’ that all teachers seem to enjoy.

What you did enjoy was the fact the table were higher, you liked swaying your feet in the taller chairs. Plus, lunch was after this, so a win is a win.

The class was three quarters of the room was empty, mainly because the bell hasn’t rung for the end of passing period or people are just lost.

“What’s your name?” A young woman, with a dark brown bob and mushroom earings, asks. You assumed who was your teacher, obviously.

“Y/N,” You answered, the youthful woman jogs over to her desk and looks at her laptop.

“you sit,” Her voice trails off when she’s up from the screen. “there.” She points to the empty partner desk in the back, you muttered a small ‘thanks’ and made your way to your seat. you decided to take the one close to the wall, charging your phone is at the top of your priorities right now.

You put your backpack down, scrolling through your phone, since class didn’t start yet. About three minutes later, a tall blonde girl, okay, you know who she was.

She threw a basketball at your head during pe freshmen year, she kept apologizing for months everytime she saw you, you felt like she was mocking you.

Then, she followed you on instagram, that summer. you saw her oddly large following for a now sophomore in high school. she was a basketball player, good one at that. how ironic, you thought.

You had to admit, paige bueckers, was so.. you could never explain the feeling, but you knew, it was definitely something.

You guys didn’t really talk much, unless it was for those stupid icebreakers for the first two weeks of school. Then she became the biggest chatterbox of them all.

“psst,y/n?” The taller girl whispered, lightly tapping your knee.

“we’re right next to each other, you don’t have to ‘psst’, it’s stupid,”You mumble, trying to keep up with Ms.Carson’s, your teacher, notes.

“are you always upset or do you have some grudge only against me?” She whispered back.

“no, how could i have s grudge when i barely know you,” You, getting annoyed even more by the second, scoot over in your chair.

she snickers, “well, your actions say otherwise.” You ignored her, continuing to highlight away in your notebook. “you know-“ she starts, before you cut her off.

“you talk a lot..you know that?” you mocked, finally looking up at her, making eye contact. She just smirked and opened her notebook, writing down her notes.

You could tolerate her bugging you in class but, ever since she found out where you hung out at during lunch, it’s starting to become difficult.

“What are you reading today?” the taller girl asks, as she sits down next to you in the library. “this is a different one from yesterday, right?” You just ignored her, finding the book more important.

“i don’t have basketball practice today, we could like.. hangout, only-only if you want too, i mean.. you don’t have too if you don’t want too,” She rambles on, talking your ear off. “do you have friends, i mean it must be boring-“

“paige, please..” you scolded the girl, she was making it harder to focus.

“right, my bad,” she whispers, she began fiddling with her fingers. “for real though, do you have friends? like actual friends?” you closed you book, making sure to bookmark it.

“why does it matter?” your face was scrunched up with confusion.

“Well, i was thinking.. we could be friends, you know, since you don’t have any.” she fidgets with the hem of her shirt, not making eye contact anymore as her voice trails off.

“you’re so weird.. i never said i didn’t have friends,”

“you think i’m weird? crazy comjng from you.” She sits up, now completely offended.

“i’d love to be friends with paige bueckers..” you softly replied to her earlier comment.

it’s not finished or proofed, so bare with me

[meazalykov]

avoidance

lena oberdorf (romantic) x lea schūller (platonic) x reader

warnings: angst (but there's a hopeful ending)

the crisp air of the training center fills your lungs as you take in the familiar sight of the pitch for the first time since june. its now august and since you’ve won silver in the olympics last month for your country, you’re feeling confident about coming back onto the pitch.

you've been a striker for bayern munich since 2022, and with ewa’s recent departure from wolfsburg to barcelona, you're now recognized as the best forward in the Bundesliga. your teammates look up to you and respect you as much as you love and respect them .

today is different, though. you’ve been through the new season routine once so far, so this is the second. there are new faces joining the team, and this is where you’re the most tense. you love to welcome new players onto the team, but your social anxiety makes you overthink every little detail.

one person who's joining bayern stands out in particular: lena oberdorf, the talented midfielder whos coming from wolfsburg. you know lena well from her reputation on the field, and the amount of times she nearly broke your ankles on the field— which lead to you yelling at her angrily— but she’s also well-acquainted with most of your teammates from the german national team.  so, you hope that you guys can start off on a nice path.

you walk out from the dressing room onto the grassy pitch to see most of your teammates gathered around lena, whos dressed in the red training kits— odd. you’re used to seeing the taller girl in green. however, you push that thought to the back of your mind as you approach lena and the rest of the group, offering a warm smile as the group acknowledges your presence. 

“sorry i’m late, what's going onnnn?” you speak up. at first, you look over to one of your closest friend at bayern, lea. you cross your arms in a natural stance as some of the other girls are relieved at seeing you, wondering if you’d be late. 

“oh nothing much. we have some fresh meat on the team though–” lea says as she lightly punches lena on the shoulders, the ex-wolfsburg player punches her back. this caused a giggle to come out of you awkwardly, as you didn’t introduce yourself to her yet. 

“hey! i’m y/n” you smile as you reach your arms out to hug lena. she smirks at you as you both share an embrace. you felt warm in her arms and she smelled good, like a nice scent of coconut. 

“oh i know you– i’m lena.” she says before pulling away from the hug, which you do the same. all of the other girls have their eyebrows knitted with curious looks as they’re noticing your interactions. 

“welcome to bayern– i’m sorry for the amount of times i’ve started fights with you on the pitch.” you cross your arms again. lena and you laughed at the old memories. 

in one particular game last season— you went to shoot the ball into the goal before you felt a cleat smack into your left ankle. the same left ankle you’ve sprained during international break months before the incident. you fell to the ground in anger, not because of the missed goal but your fear towards a possible ankle injury. after figuring out– from the absence of pain–  that you were okay, you stood up and confronted lena in her face. 

the ref already gave her a yellow card for side tackling your body— but you felt as if you needed to get words in yourself. your teammates pulled you back– with sydney reminding you that everything is alright– but you were still angry. sometimes lena had provoked you in other games against wolfsburg, which made it worse. 

that's why your bayern teammates look at you guys in shock, noticing that there is an instant connection between the two of you. none of them expected this. some expected the air to be filled with awkwardness as you arrived, standing just 2 feet beside lena. 

“its all good– theres no worries.” lena says, even though she is aware that she started some of the fights between you guys too. 

over time, the simple interactions turned into something more. 

during training, lena’s looks towards you lingered for longer than it had to. she’s found you attractive since the first time you guys clashed together, sometimes provoking you so you’d give her more (individual) attention, but now you are both on the same team. 

during the first game against juventus, you scored from outside the box which excited the crowd and your teammates. after running towards the corner with your arms out wide– in your typical celebration— you turned around and noticed that lena is the first one on your arms. you hugged her tightly and put your head on her shoulders as the other girls circled around to congratulate you. 

after the game, you asked lena if she wanted to grab coffee the morning after. at first, you thought about inviting her to your apartment to watch a movie– which is what you always do to wind down after a game and taking a long shower after– but you figured that taking her to your apartment might imply something different. so, you went with something easier.

the coffee dat- hang out lasted for about four hours. lena and you talking to each other felt natural, and easy. lena's presence becomes a comforting part of your routine overtime, and soon, she's more than just the wolfsburg player you had tension with– now she's a teammate; and a friend.

one evening, after a recovery session, you both decide to grab dinner at a nearby café in munich. you introduced lena to this cafe, which is funny because she's the german one and not you. the conversation flows effortlessly, as per usual.

"you know, i was nervous about joining bayern due to the amount of hate i received," lena admits, taking a sip of her drink. "but you guys made the process so easy."

"i’m glad that you’re here lena," you reply, sincerity in your voice. 

however, the bond between lena and you doesn’t go unnoticed with the team. georgia and sydney, pull you aside one december afternoon in the locker room. they had enough with you ditching their weekly plans to go spend time with lena instead. 

their expressions are serious, tinged with concern. this scared you at first because you’ve never seen them in this way. 

"y/n, listen," georgia starts, her eyes searching yours as you looked at her with nervousness. "you’re ditching us for lena because we think you have feelings for her."

the words hit you. internally, you start to panic. it's true, of course. you've known for a while now, but admitting it to others, and even to yourself, has been a struggle. your last relationship was an abusive nightmare. this causes you to shut yourself out and build walls around your heart. 

vulnerability is a luxury you can't afford, not after everything you've been through.

"ha-ha.. you're imagining things," you deflect, trying to sound casual. "lena and I are just friends."

sydney crosses her arms, giving you a knowing look as her eyes widened. "don’t lie! we see the way you look at her. it's okay to have feelings, you know."

you swallow hard, your mind racing. "i don’t–ugh– i just can’t, guys. I just... I can't go through that again." you stutter, not knowing what to say exactly. you hoped that nobody would confront you on this.

"you can't let what happened with that ex of yours control you," georgia says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "lena's different. she would never do that to you– i’d kill her if she did– we all know that you’d treat each other so good."

after that conversation in the dressing room– you start to distance yourself from lena–withdrawing into the mental shell you've built for self-preservation. 

at first, lena seems confused, her attempts to reach out to you becoming more frequent and insistent. at first, she thought you were sick. until she noticed that you’d go hang out with other players on the team– like sydney, georgia, ana, and giulia.

"y/n, what's going on?" lena asks you one day at practice, her voice a mixture of concern and frustration. it was the last training before the quarterfinals of the champion’s league against PSG, which was the topic on everyone's minds lately– except for lena and y/n’s of course. 

"did I do something wrong?"

you shake your head, avoiding her gaze as you bury yourself into the red puffer jacket provided by the club. "no, lena, it's not you. I just– I just need some space."

"space?" she echoes, hurt flashing in her eyes as she knitted her eyebrows. "we were fine, and now you're shutting me out. why?"

you can't bring yourself to answer, so you walk away towards most of the team who is ready to train– you left her standing there, looking lost and confused.

as the days pass, her confusion turns to hurt. you can see it in her eyes, in the way her smile doesn’t reach them anymore, and it tears you apart. you put on a great poker face, going through practices and scoring twice in the second-leg quarterfinal game– giving bayern the ticket to go to the semi-finals– but in your apartment you were heartbroken. the way your face would be burying into your couch pillow as you frowned with a tear coming out of your eye– you wished that being vulnerable– in love and happy– would be much easier.  

your teammates notice the growing rift. the atmosphere in the locker room becomes tense. eventually, an international break happens and you left to play for your country. 

during this time period, lena opened up to the german bayern teammates about her feelings towards you. she fell in love with you over the last six months– but she didn’t understand why you pulled away. it was harsh. 

some of the girls on the team were upset, they knew why you were pulling yourself away from lena. 

finally, lea confronts you at your apartment on the first day you’re back in munich. you open up the door to see the look of frustration and anger on her face. you have never seen the calm woman so upset.

you came back from a win in the gold cup tournament with your national team so your spirits were high, but lea might have you come back to your reality in germany.

"y/n, whatever you’re trying to do– you need to stop it!” she snaps. you’re frozen as lea comes into your apartment without the need for invitation.

you find the movement to shut your door before following lea into your living room. she stands right by your couch as you stand awkwardly 5 feet away with your hands shaky by your side. 

“what?” you mumbled.

“you’re hurting lena with your avoidance and its pissing me off!" she snaps again, her eyes blazing. "you caught feelings for her and you’re scarred– rightfully so– but there's a limit with leading her on just for you to pull away.”  

“i’m sorry-.” you mumbled again, tears filling your eyes.

 

“no! stop letting your past control you. you're sabotaging yourself and it’s affecting everyone."

"lea, you don't understand," you begin to speak, but she cuts you off again.

"no, YOU don't understand," she retorts. "we all know about your past, lena does now too– and you didn’t deserve any of that– but lena is not your ex. she's in love with you y/n! she's not going to hurt you like that. you're pushing her away for no reason."

her words are harsh, but they strike a chord. lea's right, and you know it. the fear of getting hurt again has been holding you back, but in pushing Lena away, you’re only hurting yourself more. you stand there as tears pour down your cheeks. you didn’t bother wiping them, ashamed at what you thought was a safe option, but it was stupid. 

lea walks up to you and wipes your tears off of your face- you flinch– but eventually she hugs you as you let the rest of your tears flow. 

“i am not mad at you y/n, none of us are. we just need you to make the right decision.” lea calmly speaks. she finger-brushes your hair as you relax into the warm of your friend. 

“i love lena, lea, so much.” you say your thoughts out loud. 

“we know.” lea replies. 

“you need to make things right though. things aren’t over between you both. please let lena in, let you two feel the love that you both deserve.” lea continues as you mentally start to open yourself up again. 

the next practice– you start to reach out to lena again, trying to rebuild the bridge you nearly burned. 

remembering how lena loved your protein brownies one time back in january– you made a big patch and gave the full pan for her to keep. there was a note inside of the tinfoil, apologizing for trying to push lena away– but she understood. 

it's a slow process, but you’d take all of the time in the world just for lena to forgive you. 

there were awkward conversations...

your hesitant attempts at rekindling the bon you've missed. 

still.. lena was wary towards you sometimes, her responses guarded.

you muster the courage to approach her a few nights before the semi-final against chelsea. maybe, having this talk at this time could help you both be on your best game– mentally– for the match. 

"obi, can we talk?" you ask, your voice hesitant.

she looks at you, a mix of hope and caution in her eyes. "sure."

her cold tone bothered you, but you can only blame yourself. 

you sit down together in a lounge room on the training grounds, the silence heavy between you as you can both look out of the windows to see the pitch. before speaking, you look out at some of the girls on the pitch passing the ball with their heads. practice ended over half-an-hour ago so you’re surprised that some girls are still here.

taking a deep breath, looking at lena, you begin. "i'm sorry for how i've acted throughout the winter. it was not fair to you. i just... something happened– and i realized something which scared me– i've been through a lot, and I got scared." 

you realized you were jumping corners, away from confessing your true feelings and thoughts, but you wanted the conversation to go one step at a time.

lena listens, her expression softening as she remembered what some of the girls told her during the last international camp. "i get that you're scared, but i would never put you in harms way, which is what hurt me the most"

you nod, tears pricking at your eyes as you look down at your white colored cleats with grass stains. "i know. i promise you i'm trying to get over this fear through the therapy i’ve been doing here. i really like you, lena—-- more than just a teammate— and a friend” you mumble.

lena's eyes widened, her breath catching as what their teammates told her were confirmed with y/n’s words. "honey..."

"i know it's a lot to ask right now," you continue, your voice trembling. "but can we try? can we see where this goes?"

for a moment, lena is silent, processing your words. then, she reaches out, moving her chair closer to yours and taking your hands in hers. "i have feelings for you too, y/n. in fact, i think i am in love with you— but I can't be in this alone. i need to know that you’ll be here and you won’t pull away at any moment of struggle.” lena says, noting that all relationships do have mini-struggles, including healthy ones.

you’re scared, more than you’ve ever been, but your heart slows down from its rapid beating after hearing that lena loves you. you look into lena’s eyes, they’re beautiful and you smile with hope.

taking a deep breath, you nod. "i’m willing to try, lena. for you, and for me, and for us."

lena smiles, a genuine, bright smile that warms your heart as she squeezes your hands. "that's all I needed to hear."

It’s not a perfect resolution-- not at all-- and you know there will be challenges ahead. however, you start to see the hope that you thought you wouldn’t have for a very long time.

--

had this in my drafts for a few weeks lol, wasn't planning on posting this originally <3

[cupidcures]

When Tulips Kiss | Hwang Hyunjin SMAU

CHAPTERS: 𝜗𝜚 THIRTY-FIVE | THIRTY-SIX | 𝜗𝜚 THIRTY-SEVEN

WORD COUNT: 2.2k (not proofread)

better off

“Will you move over?” Beomgyu vocalized his agitation towards the young man in front of him, but he still didn’t budge from the spot.

The last thing either of them expected was to see one another here at Jisung’s place, yet here they both were, standing face to face.

“I’ll give her the flowers, thanks. What are you doing here, anyway?” Hyunjin grumbled and eyed him up and down in a somewhat indifferent way.

“No thanks man, I’d rather do it myself. Mind calling her down for me? I don’t wanna waste my time here talking to you when I could be with Y/N.” Beomgyu smiled fakely and tilted his head to look past his shoulder, making eye contact with Jeongin.

“Yo Jeongin!” He waved, “Mind getting this dude out of the way for me?”

Jeongin glanced between the two boys, deadpanning at their immature bickering.

‘There’s no way these two guys are grown…’ he thought to himself before shaking his head and exchanging a glance with Jisung, who was sitting across the couch opposite of him.

“You wanna go get your wife?” Jeongin joked as Jisung crackled in amusement before nodding his head.

“On it. Go take care of whatever is happening over there.” He pointed his lips toward the front door where Hyunjin and Beomgyu stood before making his way upstairs to grab you.

“Yo baby, I’m coming in, alright?” Jisung knocked on the door of his bedroom—where you were currently staying—before turning the knob and opening the door.

You were tucked inside the comforter of his bed, scrolling through your phone without a care in the world. You tore your gaze away from your phone and directed it to the quokka boy standing by the door.

“Sungie?” You mumbled and he grinned.

“Hey, wifey! The dude that’s courting you is downstairs to take you out. You should hurry, though. He and Hyunjin might kill each other with their glares.” Jisung approached you with light footsteps as you hooked your arm around his with a nod.

“Shall we?” You giggled and so did Jisung. “We shall!!!!!”

The two of you enthusiastically skipped out of the room and down the stairs, greeting the three boys (hehe Omar Apollo ref) downstairs with a princess wave. “Hey Jeongin! Beomgyu, Hyunjin!”

The arguing pair immediately stopped at the sound of your voice as they both turned their attentions to you, mesmerized and smitten.

“Y/N! Hey.” Hyunjin blushed and stood in front of Beomgyu, blocking your view of him.

“Hi Y/N. You look pretty.” Beomgyu pushed past Hyunjin and gave him a petty glare, which he returned with no hesitation. “I brought you some roses!”

White roses. Easy to spot due to their brightness and the way the light of the sun would easily reflect off of them. White roses symbolize purity and innocence. Beyond this, white roses are used in funerals because it is also a way to bid someone farewell. Being brought white roses was certainly new to you, but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless. It’s not like he knew and studied the flowers’ languages like you did.

Taking the flowers off of Beomgyu’s hand and bringing them to your chest, you thanked him graciously, “Thank you Gyu!”

He rubbed his sweaty palms on his shirt. “Of.. of course! Can I take you out?”

“Ooh actually… we’re all hanging out here you know… It’s a shame! Come back some other day.” Hyunjin responded for you, eye twitching in irritation.

The three other people in the room were caught off guard by his statement, and it bestowed an awkward silence in the tense atmosphere.

“Uh… yeah! Sorry Gyu, maybe next time?” You were confused, to say the least, it’s not like Hyunjin made plans SPECIFICALLY for everyone to hang out, the only plans that were made were between him and Jisung. But you still decided to hide his little lie nonetheless. You could always just ask him about it later, but you had a feeling you already knew what it was about.

“Oh. Okay, I see. Well, you guys have fun then!” Beomgyu offered a weak smile sided with a look of disappointment plastered on his delicate facial features.

“Actually! You could always just hang out with us, none of us have a problem with an extra person! Right, guys?” Jeongin spoke up before Beomgyu had the chance to leave, and his eyes lit up.

“Can I?” He asked for confirmation from everyone else. And by everyone else, he looked to you and Jisung, ignoring the look of disbelief on Hyunjin’s face.

“Uhh…” Jisung’s lips pressed together awkwardly, forming a thin line, inspecting everyone’s faces before hesitating, “I mean I guess it’s alright?”

“Great! It’s settled then, go ahead and sit down, Hyunjin was just about to put on a movie.” Jeongin grinned mischievously and ushered Beomgyu further into the house before closing the front door, making sure to lock it.

“Thanks for letting me stay over,” Beomgyu thanked enthusiastically and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, causing you to blush a little.

Hyunjin scoffed at the action and rolled his eyes, walking himself to the far end of the couch and picking up the remote to choose a movie to watch.

Jisung followed close behind and took a seat next to him, patting his back. Jeongin sat down on the other, smaller couch and reached for a blanket.

“What kind of movie are we feeling?” Hyunjin asked.

“Romance!” Beomgyu suggested as he sat down on the opposite side of the same couch Hyunjin and Jisung sat at, bringing you along beside him.

“Horror it is.” He decided with a monotone voice, resulting in Jisung choking back a laugh at his antics.

God, he was so petty. But it was humorous, who could get mad at that?

The movie started a little after Jisung turned the lights off to properly adjust the environment accordingly to the movie.

You were cuddled up against Beomgyu, more for warmth than anything. You couldn’t deny the attraction you had for the boy that pulled you in. You found yourself spacing out, deep in thought. This was something that occurred frequently whenever you were with Beomgyu. He made you dreamy and you would often drift away to your thoughts. He brought peace and serenity to you, so you were naturally much more comfortable around him. With his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head resting on top of yours, it felt like second nature.

All of the tension directed towards each other had died down, and it instead projected onto the movie. The jumpscares evoked jolts and screams now and then, often followed by the sound of laughter due to the high-pitched shrieks that would fill the air for a moment or two.

Everyone let loose and focused on the movie. Everyone but Hyunjin.

He did his best to enjoy the movie much like everyone else, but he would constantly find himself sparing glimpses into your direction.

He noticed the way you were snug against Beomgyu, and there was nothing he could do but stare and wish it was him you were with instead. He knew it sent pangs to his chest whenever you played with Beomgyu’s hair and held his hand, but still, he struggled with tearing his gaze off of you, and you never seemed to notice. You looked happy, comfortable. You were content, and maybe it would just be better off for everybody if he were to just back off and leave you be.

He was being immature, trying to keep the two of you apart—when it was clear that you and Beomgyu had something, even if it was only a little.

Hyunjin quietly dismissed himself to the kitchen to grab a drink of water with ice, his throat had gone dry as a consequence of watching the PDA you shared with Beomgyu.

“You good bro?” A hushed voice broke the silence in the kitchen as Hyunjin turned around to face whoever it was, the sound effects of the movie playing in the distance.

“Dry throat.” He responded as Jisung nodded slowly and skeptically.

“Uhuh… And you think I’m stupid enough to believe that? Don’t think I didn’t notice your little attempts at trying to inconvenience that dude she’s with. Beomgyu, is it?”

The two boys chuckled lightly. Hyunjin didn’t expect anyone to follow him, but he was glad that Jisung was there to prove him wrong and lighten the mood.

“You still in love with Y/N?” He pulled a bar chair from under the island and sat down, leaning himself on the table.

“Unfortunately.”

“Woah, unfortunately? It’s a privilege to love Y/N, buddy,” Jisung joked but cleared his throat right after noticing that he didn’t laugh along.

“Not when she doesn’t love you back,” Hyunjin took a sip out of his glass. “It’s hard. Unrequited love is hard.”

The faint buzzing and the bright light above stimulated his senses more than they should, inducing a headache.

“I was gonna try to win her back, not gonna lie,” he chuckled. “But who am I to do that?”

“What do you mean? Why give up?” Jisung pursed his lips and scrunched his face, confused.

“I lost her the first time because I was scared that someone was gonna take her away,” Hyunjin circled his glass around on the kitchen counter, creating a small vortex in an attempt to rush the ice’s process of making the water cold, just how he liked it. “I may not like Beomgyu—but to instill the same fear that I struggled with—in him, that’d be real fucking shitty, don’t you think? Now, I’m not saying he’s not secure in himself and in whatever they have going on, I’m almost sure he’s better than me when it comes to that. But just thinking of attempting to steal her away, when I know exactly how it feels to be scared of that happening, it doesn’t feel good. Makes me feel like shit.” Hyunjin inhaled deeply, watching as the ice cubes struggled to keep afloat with the miniature whirlpool dragging them down.

“Everything I’ve done for her, relating to her, it was all to do what’s best for me…” He trailed off and halted the movement of his hands, the whirlpool slowly dissipating. “I’ve been selfish and it has done nothing but drown me and add to my struggles.”

The ice cubes in the glass were finally resting on top of the surface, the water now still and calm, lacking disturbance.

“I love her. But I don't want to be selfish, not anymore. I want what’s best for her, even if it isn’t me. I need to learn to stop meddling with things just because I’m not satisfied with how it’s going. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. But I’m backing away, and I’ll do my best to move on.”

The outside of the glass was now moisturized with small droplets due to the coldness of the water meeting with the warmth of the air.

“I didn’t know that was how you felt.” Jisung grimaced at the thought of how he used to hate him for what he had done to you, when in reality, it probably affected him more. “I understand, honestly. I know what it feels like to have your fears and insecurities get the best of you. I think it’s really mature that you’re deciding to do this when you’re still in love with her.” Jisung got up from the stool and walked over to Hyunjin to pat his back.

“It’s good that you acknowledged your wrongs. Wanting to do better is already one step ahead, you’re already improving. I know we’re not close dude, but damn… am I proud of you. I would love to get closer. I appreciate all your efforts in trying to do what’s best for Y/N, it seriously warms my heart.” Jisung playfully placed his hand on his chest where his heart would be with a soft expression on his face—the two boys burst out in laughter after that.

“I love Y/N, platonically of course. And seeing how much you love her now? I was wrong about you,” Jisung hummed. “I’ll be right here for support! I have your back.”

He gave Hyunjin a thumbs-up, who then returned it with a smile.

“It’s gonna be hard to move on from her. THAT, I know. Especially since we’re still gonna be friends? Fuck, bro. I might just be setting myself up for failure.” Hyunjin laughed before bringing the glass of water to his lips and drinking it all, the cold water bringing a shiver down his spine. “But it’ll happen eventually. That way, everyone is happy. I should just leave it be. As long as she’s happy, no matter who she’s with, I’ll be happy too. It’s better off like this. And she’s better off with him.”

“That’s the spirit! Now come on, let’s go back to watch the movie.” Jisung placed his hand on the back of Hyunjin’s and pushed him towards the living room where the three others were.

a/n: THIS IS SO SHORT I’M SORRY LOL

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THAT SCAR REF SHEET I WAS TALKING ABT FOR JIM!

all of these r based off stuff that happened in canon, if you think I’ve missed any cool opportunities then feel free to point them out! I add them because I believe that while they probably couldn’t have been included in the show for the pg rating and some of the ways he would’ve gained them being somewhat violent (even for trollhunters). I feel they add to his character and in how they would grow over time show how he would gain more and more experience as a trollhunter, yet also gaining more and more pressure and experiences that are probably not the best on jim mentally.

(Ps. I have no lightning scars In my design because lichtenberg scars, while cool looking, don’t usually last)

(Ps ps, the model I used to plan them out is from sketch fab somewhere but as I had originally not made this to post I didn’t save it, if anybody knows the creator, or is the creator, feel free to hit me up and I’ll credit you in the post.

ANYWAY MOVING ON TO THE SCARS AND MY SILLY LITTLE REASONS FOR THEM BEING THEREEE!

This is prolly gonna be angsty but I have an angsty ao3 background (to whoever read my Peter Parker nwh fic yall know ,and I am sorry I haven’t updated lol)

face/ eyebrow scar: I love that they gave him a scar in the movie, however, I didn’t like how it looked very much, especially with how he got it. I mean ARRRGHHH! Literally punched him so hard (love him Frfr but bro was not messing around even w Jim) that stone on stone had enough force to scratch some off of his face, this is why I usually make it look messier and more like scratchy scars rather than the clean cut from wizards/the unspeakable movie

2. GOBLIN/GENERAL SCARS: ok y’all I haven’t seen many other people do these but they are ver important to me 😌. Just scars from sparring could be all of these, the heroes forge has literal flying axes like ?? and in earlier seasons he didn’t always have his armor on or have a helmet at his disposal so I think he would to have had to have been nicked pretty good at least once or twice. Then there’s the goblin scars, In my version they told Barbara that it was racoons that got him , but the idea is that for Jim to have landed in the hospital he must have been hurt pretty badly that night, so, I would imagine that even while facing nomura Jim was fighting against the effects of blood loss also.

3.Angor rot: if you couldn’t tell by the photo it doesn’t show up in this! HOWEVER in my silly little side project (I’m sure some of you can probably guess what it is and if you can’t, idk look at some of my reblogs and you’ll probably find it, BUT! because it takes place after canon (yes including the movie) but also has some crunchy plot twisting In the background, the angry rot man face thing (I cant remember the name of it right now for the life of me please) will show up whenever he comes near to Jim, even if time is messed up, angor rot is back and technically hasn’t died yet so yes Jim gets the spoopy glowy thing.

4.amulet scar: idk if anybody remembers but when the arcane order took Jim’s amulet, he got scars from it right? It can be seen on his beast design is all of the tendrils leeching out from the indent of the amulet, my thinking is if his human form also got scarred by ARRGHHH! Why didn’t this scar translate too? Then again it could’ve but Jim is obviously a big fan of blue jacket*tm* so we will never know, I think he did but idk 🤷‍♀️

5.Bellroc- HEY SO ANYBODY REMEMBER WHEN BELLROC LITERALLY IMPALES JIM ON HER FLAMING STAFF!?! AND HE JUST KEPT GOING AFTER GETTING THE ARMOR!?! LIKE HE DIDNT JUST GET IMPALED? (This is partly why I think he gets like an adrenaline rush magic thingy as seen in some fic i read at some point PLEASE TELL ME IF ITS YOUR FIC I LOST IT PLEASE) YA that’s gonna leave a mark! the wound I’m guessing instantly cauterized so while yes it would hurt really bad I take that as why he was just running around after the armor.

6.burnt hand, another thing that happened in the movie but didn’t really get wrapped up in the end, Jim burnt his left hand on the gaggletac (idk how to spell it) and it just stayed bandaged for the rest of the movie, so it is also included on this list

7.back scars from bular: this one is probably the stretchiest one in this list but I think that it would have been an AMAZING addition to the plot character development wise. In one scene we see bular literally crushing and sliding Jim up the bridges interior wall and Jim is literally like silently screaming in this scene (thank you Guillermo /im sad for my son) and I like to think that after rushing over and doing Romeo and Juliet, Jim got off stage, practically ran over some people trying to get home because he can feel it, the whole play. This gives him some insight on the dangers of troll hunting. Yes I know this was a lesson beforehand but this is in the arc along with the goblins where Jim is learning he’s going to have to make personal sacrifices to keep up this troll hunting thing, including his mental health probably , it will serve as a very physical reminder of the constant danger he is now and will probably forever be in (in case y’all couldn’t tell that I’ve watched Spider-Man nwh like 8 times I’m out for blood on this one)

8.face scar from morgana: slinging the mood back around and also calling back to the “scars gained while Jim is a troll also get applied to his human form”, in like one of the last episodes maybe 2nd to last or the very last one in the final battle with morgana, she scratches Jim’s cheek with a throwing dagger and from what I can remember I thought it actually stayed on his face throughout the end of the series, I could be deluxe but I still like to add it for some reminder of the OG final battle.

not mentioned here- little pit in the amulet indention from the dark shard, and various scars from the dark lands.

if you read that entire rant I’m sorry , enjoy!

[howlsofbloodhounds]

(Thingy from superyoumna’s character ref for Color!Sans.)

So this could’ve been a typo or something, but it says there that Othertale!Gaster named Sans “Color” and also named Color’s weapons. And if that’s true, I was wondering how that went down and why.

Is Gaster aware that he’s an AU of Undertale Gaster and Sans is an AU, too, and that’s why? Or was it for a different reason. Did Color want to change his name but couldn’t think of anything so Gaster just named him “color,” because of his flames, and color just went “fuck it why not.”

But we also see in the Othertale comics and vids that Gaster still refers to Color as Sans, so has the name just not been chosen yet or was it just a nickname to differentiate Color from other Sanses when interacting with those from outside Othertale—such as Core Frisk.

Or maybe absorbing the six human souls and being forgotten by everyone affected Color’s sense of identity, perhaps. And being called Sans just made him feel..weird. Like Gaster was talking to/about someone else instead, even though he logically knows he’s the one being spoken to.

And like, Color probably didn’t really say anything about it. Figuring it was probably a weird thing to feel off about, but Gaster notices how Color always briefly looked confused when referred to as Sans and how it takes a moment to respond to the name. Like he’s remembering “oh, right, that’s me.”

And like maybe Gaster asks him about it one day, and Color doesn’t really know how to explain. He knows his name is Sans, but something inside him seems to need a moment to remember that fact; and sometimes he feels torn on if that’s really his name or not. Which is ridiculous, right? Because that is his name.

And Gaster just like, shrugs, comments that maybe that just kinda happens when you absorb other people into the cultimaton of your being. They all had different names and lives, after all, and they all kinda lost themselves when Sans took them in.

Color is quiet, then asks if that means if he’s lost himself, too. Gaster says that no, he thinks that maybe Sans has just changed. Color says he didn’t want to change.

They’re quiet for a moment, then Gaster asks if he wants a new name. Sans doesn’t speak, so Gaster tells him change isn’t always a bad thing. It’s just..something new. He doesn’t have to feel guilty to try and move on, everyone else has, regardless of if either of them wanted it to.

Sans says he can’t think of anything. Nothing feels right, his mind pulled in different directions. It’s hard to think, as every name he searches for seems to get various pulls and agreements or refusals. Or at least he thinks so; it’s hard to tell what’s him, and what’s them, anymore.

Then Gaster again shrugs, says not to overthink it, and then says “How about Color?” and gestures to his shifting flames from his skull; to which Color gives him an exasperated look.

“They like it,” he despairs. “Oh god. There’s six kids inside me..”

“I always wanted grandkids.” Is all Gaster has to say with a cheeky grin while Color puts his face in his palms with a loud groan, patting his shoulder when Color states that Gaster’s not his father.

[fear-and-delight-l]

champion~RHEA RIPLEY X READER FLUFF

IMAGINE where rhea ripley has a championship match, and the reader goes out to ringside with her but when the reader takes a punch for the love of her life, Rhea explodes and finally comes out with her true feelings.

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WARNINGS: none. Slight swearing? Erotic fluff? no smut but feel free to request it.

ALSO I TAKE REQUESTS, so if you have an idea, let me know and I'd love to make it come true! Love you guys and thanks for reading!

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I take a deep breath before we step out into the arena. Rhea is full of adrenaline, I can feel it radiating off of her, but I am all nerves. Rhea might have gotten too far ahead of herself this time.

We step out into the light.

Rhea’s theme music plays and the crowd is crazy. I don’t let anyone see my anxiety on my face. I change my expression to true brutality.

“You ready for this, babe?” Rhea cries, her eyes burning bright. 

Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe…

“Hell yeah” I say and we head down to the ring, Rhea pinching my arm with a grin on her face.

She climbs up the ropes, fists in the air. (It’s a damn shame that she doesn’t pummel me with those fists.) Her lips are painted black and her hair is slicked back yet looser than usual. It's gotten a little long, and I must say that I want nothing more to put my hand in her hair and pull it, just so I can hear her gasp.

Her smile is brighter than all the lights in the arena and I can’t help but smile at my thoughts. Rhea Ripley is by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her body is toned and muscled but everything about her is graceful and sleek. And really I just can’t get over her damned smile-

Part of me is grateful that the rest of The Judgement Day didn’t come out to ringside this time. I’m so selfish for wanting her all to myself…

The music changes. 

Bianca Belair walks into the arena. 

I have to give it to Bianca. She has made a name for herself and makes everyone turn their heads and stop what they are doing. She won her Raw women’s championship belt fair and square and has defended it well. Rhea said so herself. 

But when Rhea challenged her for it, I couldn’t help but think that the only way Bianca would give up the title is out of her cold dead hands. 

As Bianca makes her way down to the ring, I look up at Rhea and she gives me one last look. She winks at me and turns back to the E-S-T.

I am not sure if my heart is racing because I think Rhea is going to take the loss or the fact that she winked at me.

……

Bianca has only managed to pin Rhea once. My nerves have settled a bit because Rhea really has the upper hand in this match. Bianca is strong. HELLA strong. But not as strong as my Rhea. I never should have doubted her. 

Rhea hooks Bianca’s arms between her legs and hoists her up. Yes, yes, yes!!! Riptide–

Where’s the ref? 

Rhea slams Bianca down and I wince at how hard Bianca hits the mat. Where the hell is the ref? Rhea has had her down for more than a count of three…

I realize the referee wasn’t at the count because Alexa Bliss had made her way into the ring and tried to interfere. The ref turns around and looks in horror that he missed a vital moment in the match trying to get rid of Alexa. Bianca kicked out before he could count. 

Oh, I was not letting this happen. 

I run over to where Alexa stands laughing. I reach across the apron and grab her by her ankles. She slams to the mat and I drag her out. 

“You wanna screw up this match, bitch? Not gonna happen with me.” I say. “So come and face me if you even have the balls to.”

Alexa stands up and screams, running straight into my midsection and slamming me into the post. The back of my head throbs, practically on fire. No way I am letting this blonde bitch beat me. 

Trying my hardest to ignore the pain in my head, I push Alexa off of me and grab her by her hair, dragging and slamming her into the barricade. I hear her groan. It’s not enough. I get her on her feet again. I shouldn't try to steal Rhea's move, but I've been practicing just for her. I silently pray that my next move will work. 

I hook her arm around my neck. 

I pull her other arm between her legs. 

I hoist her up. 

And with all my force–

Riptide.

Alexa hits the floor, immediately writhing in pain. Her back took the full force of the hit…

“Y/n!”

I look up and Rhea rushes down from the ring and towards me, her hands grasping my sides. Bianca still lay lifeless in the ring. Rhea looks at me up and down and begs to know if I’m okay. 

“I’m okay, I promise. My head just hurts a little…”

“That riptide was so good! Have you been practicing somehow?” She asks, her thumbs rubbing circles on my skin. I reach my hands up and grab the sides of her face. Her skin is warm from sweat but I want to kiss all over it anyway. Her smile her smile her smile oh my god I can't breathe....her eyes crinkle in delight at me and I think I am more breathless than she is.

“How else would Dominik have all his bruises?” I laugh. Her hands squeeze just a little tighter on my waist as she grins. 

Damn it, her smile! I can’t ever resist it–

It only takes me a split second to notice Bianca barreling towards Rhea. I shove Rhea out of the way just as Bianca raises her fist to strike. 

She makes direct contact with my eye. 

I feel my body still and I slump to the ground. 

Y’know, that kinda fuckin’ hurt. My second hit to the head.

The edges of my vision dance with black spots, and I can hear Rhea’s screams of rage. I reach my hand up towards my eye and wince at the sting. I look for Rhea, and she’s starting to corner Bianca towards the ring, yelling in her face. 

“You wanna mess with my girl, huh? You wanna hit my girl? I don’t fucking think so!”

Rhea grabs Bianca’s ponytail and uses it to slam her face into the apron. Bianca groans as she is thrown back into the ring. I sit up, a little dizzy, and watch as Rhea screams at the ref. 

“You gonna watch this one, huh? Yeah? You gonna watch this?  You gonna do your damn job? Watch this!” 

Rhea drops onto Bianca, straddling her. And she starts to lay the punches onto Bianca’s head. She tries to kick out from under Rhea but to no avail. I get to my feet and get on my belly to slide in the ring.

The Judgment Day music plays and Damian and Finn and Dominik run out. Why are they out here? If they try to interfere, Rhea will be disqualified! 

 I won’t interfere either. I know that it could get Rhea in trouble but I also know that she doesn’t want me to interfere because she knows what she’s doing. 

Damian leans onto the apron and screams, “Rhea, stop! Just finish her!” 

“Finish her, mami!” Dom cries. 

Finn is shaking his head and muttering “She’s gonna kill her, she’s gonna kill her…”

I realize why they are so upset. With the way Rhea is beating Bianca, she is getting too violent and it’s possible that Rhea could get banned from wrestling. Bianca's lip has busted open and little drops of blood scatter onto Rhea's hands.

I look at Damian. He’s got worry etched all over his face.

I stumble to the corner, and I watch Rhea pick Bianca up and slam her back down. 

Rhea is rage. 

She is anger. 

She is graceful yet harsh. 

Quick on her feet and fast with her hands. 

She is beautiful. 

She is a nightmare. 

An eradicator. 

True brutality. 

She beats the shit out of Bianca for a little longer and then she does it. 

Arm around her neck. 

Leg tucked between the thighs. 

Lift–

Riptide.

Bianca is out. I know it. 

The ref doesn’t miss the count. 1, 2, 3. 

Done. 

Rhea gets up and shouts with joy. I run up to her and she opens her arms to me and I jump into her, putting my face into her neck. She’s spinning me and she’s screaming about not how she won but we won. We won. 

I’m back on my feet again and a little disappointed that she won’t hold me on her hip so I can wrap my legs around her. The ref  hands her the belt and she screams in delight as she hoists it up in the air. Damian and Finn and Dom rush into the ring and suddenly we are all screaming and whooping and crying out our war cries. Victory is ours. No one can hurt us anymore.

Dominik takes my face in his hands and inspects my eye, 

“te golpeó muy fuerte, mi amor.”  [she hit you pretty hard, my love]

“dominik, estoy bien, lo prometo.” [dominik, im fine, i promise]

He grins and Finn picks me up in excitement. I laugh and Damian laughs with me. Finn sets me down and I turn back to Rhea. 

She stares at me, her beautiful, wicked smile gone. She’s breathless and she’s looking at me as though I am her prize instead of the belt she holds in her hand. 

Rhea drops her belt. 

She rushes to me and grabs my hips harshly but kisses me gently.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh…

Rhea’s lips kiss me so gently but her grip on me is like iron. The only thing separating me and her is our ring gear. I grab the sides of her face and press my lips against hers, begging for more, more, more. 

I realize that we are so  close that our hips are smashed together and she is enveloping me in her embrace. Her arms snake around to my back and she pulls me even closer. 

There is no way for us to be closer but I want us to be closer. I want to be molded into her so me and her are one. I pull away for a moment and I look into her lust filled eyes. I want more, more , more of her.

“I can’t believe you dropped your title belt,” I say with a laugh.

Rhea puts one hand in my hair and says, 

“No championship could ever be worth as much as kissing you.” 

She strokes my hair and leans down to give me a soft peck that has me trembling and aching for more of her. 

“My girl,” she says. “My girl.”

I smile and kiss her again. I don’t care if her black lipstick smears all over me. I don’t ever want to stop kissing her. 

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, a kiss between each word. She smiles at me with her teeth and I melt into her. I love when she’s soft. 

I look over at Finn who is clapping like the rest of the audience. Dominik is cheering and Damian is wearing a smirk. I can tell that they knew this would happen eventually. I hear Rhea laugh and she picks up her title belt and then picks me up, wrapping my legs around her waist. She is my champion and I am her prize. She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling with pride. She is not ashamed of me. She would never be ashamed of me. I lean down to kiss her, my hands resting on the sides of her neck. 

She raises her belt in victory, and I throw my head back in laughter. 

My brutal, wicked, graceful, beautiful champion. 

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HEY GUYS

im super proud of this one. IDK i just think its neat. Remember, i take requests and i am very flexible with characters and such.

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[wingedwoif94]

I don't want to keep posting about drama but I still get DMs and asks about this stuff weekly on Twitter. Even though half the callout accounts have disappeared. Idk how it keeps spreading. • I am not a zoophile. Thats sick and disgusting. People claim that I am because I “defend” furry nsfw art created by consenting human adults. I do not believe that nsfw furry art is zoophilia.  •  I am not a pedo. My character Acid is NOT a minor. She is MY AGE. 28. She ages with me. The old ref that says she is 17 was made over a decade ago!!! I uploaded it to Toyhouse in 2021 because I wanted to compile all the artwork I made of her over the years. I do not have proof of this because I don't keep WIPS for 10+ years. It has since been deleted and I apologized.  • I don't know what “pro ship” means. Nobody has given me a clear definition yet. I do not care about fandom shipping. I don't write fanfiction.  • I am not friends with peacewolf. I have never spoken to them in my life. The only association I can think of is that we both used Flipnote as an art program like 10 years ago. Same with any other Flipnote creators.  • I do not have a problem with DID systems at all. Someone made a literal duplicate of my account on TikTok (and Amino apparently) and claimed that I was ablest against “multiple personality disorder” for telling them not to impersonate me. They were a troll, they didn't even use the right terminology. Their account got banned immediately and I didn't have time to get screenshots of what they were actually doing. I also apologized for tweeting about it without context. 

[hedghost]

finally got to watch the game and all i can say is we are so fucking back baby!!!! feeling very smug about how sarina did all the things i’ve been saying and how we played like we were on fucking FIRE as a result

my summary is as follows

playing two forwards was exactly the service lessi needed, plus it allowed the rest of the forwards to also get goals, the change in formation was exactly what we needed it was like a whole new team, hope the naysayers can now see that it was the sick of service close to her that was preventing her from scoring, not her own faults, so so proud of her for getting that goal, expect to see many more to follow :)

also less yelling at the ref for her hair being pulled was fit as fuck

zel i’m sorry i’ve been slating you all season you had big shoes to fill and you did ke proud

LJ my baby was fucking incredible i’m so glad she’s coming into her own this tournament she’s just fucking insane

the back four finally feels like it’s gelling, bronze was great in attack and the others covered so well, i thought greenwood was once again quietly incredible, and millie bright seems to have lost her rustiness and is fully back kicking, jess was also so good, and im glad niamh got minutes! even if the circumstances were shit for lucy

felt so so bad for bronzey the referee was fucking shite she played so well and yet i’m amazed she stayed so calm on the pitch because i would’ve lost my head and both those dumb fucking decisions

glad daly also got a goal - just goes to show she doesn’t need to be in the 9 to do what she does best, and im so pleased this formation works as it allows beth england to get minutes which i honestly didn’t think would happen

mearps legend at the back as ever, slaying as usual

benching tooney is something i’ve been advocating for honest to go months now, and im so glad we did it bc LJ made such a difference in the 10 - plus when tooney did come on she played much better than she has in previous games and i know it’s because she’s had that fire lit inside her

all in all it was a JOY to watch and it’s fucking coming home baby

[jennycalendar]

briar fic etc etc (ft. a bad dream + jaheira and khalid try and fail to get briar to adhere to party limits)

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Briar jerked awake with a strangled noise and nearly kicked Imoen in the face. Imoen probably would have said something about it, only Briar’s face looked all clammy even in the dark of the mines, her mouth trembling like it had when Gorion had been cut down as she ran, so maybe she was dreaming about that and it’d be a dick move to be a dick to her. Imoen sat up herself and waited for Briar to say something.

Briar didn’t. Just ducked her head, bringing her knees up to her chest. She didn’t seem to notice that she’d woken Imoen up.

“Bry?” said Imoen softly.

Briar flinched. It was the sort of flinch that lasted a few seconds and tumbled down into a case of the shakes. She seemed to be trying to get it under control. “Oh—Immy!” she said, and forced a smile. “Sorry. Weird dream.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Imoen tried, even though Briar literally never wanted to talk about anything serious, ever. Which was fine, fun, the kind of thing that made for a great sister in Candlekeep; Imoen had heard tell of sisters who pulled hair and remembered every grudge, and Briar had never been a sister like that. You pulled Briar’s hair and she forgot about it the next day. She might even laugh if you tried to remind her.

Didn’t feel fun now, though. If Briar was hurting, Imoen wanted to help. But if Briar was hurting, she wasn’t going to say anything about it, so it was just them in the dark with a bunch of strangers while Briar smiled like they were at the carnival. Except they’d just been at a carnival, and it had been real dismal and murder-y. Everything outside Candlekeep seemed real dismal and murder-y.

Briar said, “If you must know, I dreamed that, um, that Jaheira and Khalid, that they broke up and fell out of love, and it was so incredibly sad that it woke me up and now I’m all awake and sad and things.” Which was already really suspicious, even for Briar, but she also said it in the exact same tone of voice she’d said, a few years ago, “No, Gorion, it wasn’t me who ate all those cookies without asking, it was a bird! A bird that flew in through the walls and the window and no one saw it and it definitely existed.”

A bad lie, and also sort of weird that she thought it would work. But Imoen didn’t really know how to push the issue if Briar didn’t want to talk about it. “You know you can tell me anything,” she said.

“I literally already tell you everything,” said Briar. “What more could I possibly tell you?”

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Briar dusted off her front; it didn’t do very much for the gnoll blood, just spread it round more. Neera decided not to tell her. “Good job, Briar!” she said enthusiastically, still thrumming with nerves, a bit. Adventuring could be scary sometimes!

Jaheira’s eyes were flicking between Minsc and Dynaheir like she was thinking about something. Neera composed her expression to one of polite, serious listening. Briar was trying to wipe the blood on her hands off on Imoen’s cloak, and hadn’t noticed yet. Imoen said, “Briar!!” and wiped her bloody hands on Briar’s sleeve in retaliation.

Jaheira didn’t say anything about any of that. She turned towards Briar and said, in that Teacher Voice she used when she was trying to get Briar to learn something (which was always Neera’s favorite part of any day, because it was pretty obvious by now that Briar really wasn’t learning anything), “The party is getting a bit full, don’t you think?”

“What?” said Briar. “Well, yes, if you count Boo as a full-fledged member—”

Jaheira got this look on her face and said, “No. No, actually, I have hit my limit. Khalid, will you take this one?”

Khalid squeezed his wife’s shoulder and stepped forward. “I-I believe my wife is ref-referring to our newest…associate,” he said, nodding towards Dynaheir, “and. Not. Ah. Boo.”

“Oh,” said Briar, “well, we can’t exactly—I mean, Minsc said he has to travel with Dynaheir, and Minsc has a hamster,” gods, Neera was obsessed with Briar’s priorities, “so we can’t leave him out—”

“Briar,” said Khalid, a slight laugh in his voice, “criteria for entry into an, an adventuring party doesn’t usually have anything to do with hamsters.”

“Boo is a miniature giant space hamster, Khalid,” Briar countered. “I feel that that should change things up a bit.”

“A sensible observation!” Minsc boisterously interjected, clapping Briar on the back and nearly knocking her off her feet. “Boo is indeed a vital aspect of our adventures forward! His diminutiveness is more than made up for by his princely valor—”

“Khalid,” said Jaheira, “please handle this expediently; I have already hit my limit and the hamster’s princely valor is testing me.”

“Patience, my love,” said Khalid easily. He turned to Briar. “Parties are comprised of six,” he elaborated. 

“Well, then we’re already—” The penny dropped. “But we can’t send Neera away,” gasped a horrified Briar, wrapping her arms round a startled Neera in a squeezy hug, “Neera’s my best friend! And Immy’s my sister, and it’s not as though I can send one of you off without the other going, and—and—and Minsc has a hamster, Khalid!”

“I-I am very clear on the p-point of the hamster, yes,” Khalid agreed. 

“Seven’s not that much different than six!” Briar pressed.

“I-if we are counting the, the hamster—”

“You said you weren’t counting Boo! You and Jaheira never count Boo!”

Khalid’s brow furrowed, and he said, half to himself, “Did I say directly—?”

“Best friend?” Neera said to Briar. “I don’t think I’ve ever had one of those! Or, I mean, when I was studying back home, but, well, it’s hard to make really long-lasting friendships last when you’re always almost about to blow up or something, so I guess, yeah, actually, possibly never!”

“I’ve never had one either!” Briar confessed, warmly delighted.

“Excuse me?” said Imoen.

“Sisters are like a whole different thing, Immy, you know that,” said Briar. “And it’s not like Neera can’t be your best friend too.”

“Best means best of,” Imoen argued, “which means there’s only one—”

“Best means best of all,” Briar countered, “which means it’s in comparison to a larger group, which means Neera can have two best friends and it can totally be both of us.”

“You are losing them,” said Jaheira to Khalid.

Khalid pointed out, “Personally, I, I think it something of a feat that I had them for a moment.”

“Mum!” said Briar, turning the world’s largest brown eyes in Jaheira’s direction. “Mum, you wouldn’t deprive me of my best friend, Neera, would you? Or my friend’s hamster? I’ve already been having such a difficult time on the road, and I simply find Neera’s presence so cheerful, and Minsc is abs-o-lute-ly right when it comes to Boo’s utterly princely valor—”

Avoiding Briar’s gaze, Jaheira said to the sky, “I have told you that there is really no need to call me that.”

“I am handling this,” Khalid reminded Briar.

Briar half-pushed, half-pulled Neera in front of her, presenting her to Khalid, and said, “Tell Neera she has to go, then.”

“Wh—”

“Tell Neera she has to go. I won’t do it. If you’re handling this, it’s your call to make, and you as my guardian have to tell my first ever best friend that she has to go off and find her fortune and go back to being alone, and scared, and all by herself—”

“Gorion really did just give you everything you asked for, didn’t he?” said Jaheira.

Khalid said, “Sev—seven really isn’t that much more than six, is it, Jaheira?”

Jaheira flushed and said, “I am not handling this! You are handling this! If you make the decision to give our ridiculous girl what she wants, that is not me making that decision, that is you, you decided on that, and I would like everyone to remember that I had no part in this decision! At all!”

“Oh, you’re the best!” exulted Briar, and all but threw herself at Jaheira. 

“Direct yourself towards my husband if you wish to thank someone!!” objected Jaheira, who did not seem to be trying as hard as she could have to shake Briar off. “And I would like it known in the here and now that this will not be a repeated occurrence!”

“Wasn’t I handling this?” said Khalid, eyes crinkled as he watched Jaheira.

“Yes!” said Jaheira. “You were! You did! Good job!”

“So we’re probably going to have a small circus or something by the time this is all over,” said Imoen to Neera, “but hey, at least you get to stay with us!” She beamed. “I like you too, you know.”

“I know,” said Neera, smiling back. She felt all sparkly, and not just in the wild-magic sort of way. She really hadn’t had friends like Immy and Bry before.

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[DANNYMAY23] DAY 26 + 31 Art/Fic Switch & FREE DAY

"okay i don't think i could do day 26 lol-" say sike right now

SO HERE WE ARE!! THE FINAL(BELATED) DAY OF DANNYMAY!!!

tbh this year was busy year, like i had some ups and downs to keep my motivation, but now i made it! i didn't wanted to have same lack of energy had last year! f//king horray!!!

so this is art/fic switch mixed with FREE day yeah? so i forced myself write a fanfic(witch is rarely do) but there's twist:

IT'S A CROSSOVER FIC!!!

also disclaimer here: sometimes mostly typo are awful it's because ofc...it's my first fanfic...

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"ouch...my...head." said Danny, he opened his eyes in middle of forest,

It was barely dark, he stands up and looking around himself, he has no idea what happened in while ago, the fact he knows he was fighting with one of his ghost enemies earlier that, but that sudden flash makes it harder to remember the details.

He stands up little bit sloppy, his legs felt tired and....strange??..."I feel weird, but at least I'm alright-"

"Hi!"

"AAAAAAH!" He jumped out of fear by that pink horse, that pink horse just spammed out of nowhere, "Hey HEY Calm down! are you alright?!" they asked,

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Danny was shocked for sec, he still have no idea what is going on.

"You must be lost don't ya?, no worries" said pink one.

"...HUH?!"

"Follow me!" As she walks away,

"Uhh...wait!" He follows her.

"Can you tell me where am I?, what is this place??" Danny asked,

"Oh!, were in everfree forest!", "okay annndddd...what are you? Like are a mythical thing or?"

"No! I'm a pony just like you!" Pink answered,

"Alright then why you- wait..."

He started to check on himself, his hooves, tail, wings and any single details of himself.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!?!, HOLY SH-" he look at himself on lake, turns out he's not a human anymore(okay for short he's a pony now)

"I'M...I'M A HORSE!!!!" said freaked out

"Hey, are you...alright?" pink asked with curiosity

"...wait", turns out that flash he remembered was the explosion from one of his friend's laboratory caused this situation!.

"...godamit jimmy..."(yes nicktoons unite ref)

"Who's jimmy?" pink summoned, again.

"AH!!...can you stop doing this?!, I'm already freaking out."

"Oops sorry!" Said pink one, she was energetic and upbeat, is sounds it looks like they casually on sugar rush(that's my best to describe pinkie pie and I don’t say her name yet so we going to call her pink)

"*sigh* calm down danny, calm down..."Finally Danny calms down put himself together” I hope there's way to come back home." Said to himself.

"...so do you wanna come with me?" pink asked

"Huh?"

"I said wanna come with me?"

"... I don't want stay In this dark forest so uhh yeah I guess."

"Great!, let's go!"

They walking around the town, it seems like everyone know pink, and sometime in middle on their way she takes some orders, some sort of pastries or cupcakes, “think she have some have a bakery or something” danny said to himself.

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They started walking in forest for exit, sound of munching leafs under their hoofs and the sound of birds and little crickets was around the this dark forest.

Pink break the silence(wait didn’t I just pointed the sound of forest?)"So what are you doing here?, I surprised you didn't get affected by poison joke yet!"

"Uhhh what?...no I just ended up this place...for some reason."

"Oh! I bet that must be a big fall heh"

" heh yeah."

"so...you said we are ponies, yeah?" Danny asked

pink nodded, "yeah! I'm a earth pony and you're a Pegasus!, that means you can fly!"

"Uhh okay?” he looks at his wings for moment, it was bright white as his fur, something like swan “and second why are doing here in this dark forest?, are you finding something or?", pink answered "Nope!, I just came back from Zecora's home for some books and stuff for twilight!"

"twilight?"

"Yup! My friend! Don't worry you gonna met her soon as we arrived in ponyville!"

"The only thing I want is com back to my universe."

"Your?...universe?" and she froze after min, "yeah the place I liv-" pink jumped on his words "NO WAY!!! YOU MUST BE CAME FROM THAT WORLD TWILIGHT TRAVELED THERE!!!!"

"Wait WHAT?!" danny has no idea what she talking about "what do you mean?, are telling me she did travelled to the human world??" he asked.

"Something something YES!!, maybe she knows about your problem!"

"Wait really?!, if it is so..."

"Here we are!!!" they finally arrived in ponyville!, seems like a peaceful town, every multi coloured ponies was there, in any types like some of them are unicorn, pegasus and some of them are simple like pink!,

-

“twilight! Were here!” they finally arrived to twi’s castle, it was shiny and crystals was in the walls, shiny and purple.

There you are! pinkie you late little bit…and who is this pony?” said twilight a purple alicorn with dark blue and pink and purple stripes, she comes close to them, pinkie give those books and tools she wanted and introduced danny to twilight “twilight!, I found this pony in middle of everfree!”

“uhh…hi? hehe..nice to meet y-”, “he comes from that world from the mirror!” pinkie jumped in danny’s words

“HEY!” danny added ”I was talking right there!”.

Pinkie’s words caught twilight‘s attention, she looks at danny ”wait?, you said what?”, pinkie said again shortly ”he came from another universe!”.

Twilight comes closer to danny ”you came from human world?!”, “uhh…yeah, I mean I was about to say that but yes I am!” danny answered.

“… pinkie pie, can you go for moment, I need to talk to this guy”

TO BE CONTINUED?(i hope not...)

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look if you all liked it will nice but if not...GOOD.

cya next year!

[nolanhattrick]

hi there! i just wanted to say that i think a majority of us (oilers fans) believe that what leon did to barkov wasn’t correct. headshots have no place in the league period. playoffs or not. the /real/ issue is the lack of standard in reffing right now. there’s mirror comparisons to foegele/bennett for the knee where they had ejected foegele for a non-injury, accidental collision. and also mirror comparisons to draisaitl/bennett where bennett had a flying headshot on broburg and didn’t even get called for it. the series is extremely tense, probably the worst i’ve seen in sports for a while, so i’d appreciate you not generalizing everyone in a community. we should all just be thankful that no one really got hurt. (except nurse ig idk if he’s coming back next game)

sorry for the novel. it’s just frustrating to see generalizations from an unrelated party in a tag that’s considered ‘for the fans’.

again, playoffs are different than regular hockey, and you cannot look at them in a vacuum. the plays and the players are sloppy, there are still only two refs on the ice and the two linespeople are still not allowed to make calls for any reason other than rule 81 (offside) and 83 (icing). the tattletale rule (32.4) is still in effect but when your linespeople are focused on ten people acting like they've never seen a hockey puck before, there are things they are all going to miss.

and when they do see it - the high sticking on hughes during the second round for instance - they make bullshit calls like kicking the victim of a transparent rule violation without calling the appropriate double minor:

[60.3 Double Minor Penalty - When a player carries or holds any part of his stick above the shoulders and makes contact with his opponent’s neck, face or head so that injury results, in the manner of drawing blood or otherwise, the Referee shall assess a double-minor penalty...]

because it's playoffs hockey. officiating playoffs hockey is hard, and i wouldn't want to do it. i don't know anyone that would want to do it. but when you look at the regular season, there are so many instances of teams getting reffed because connor mcdavid is connor mcdavid, and leon draisaitl is leon draisaitl, and "oh the 2997 oilers haven't won a cup yet".

and still, there is no such thing as consistent reffing in the playoffs babe. you're never going to get that. that's like asking for a popsicle in hell. all you're going to get during the playoffs is more extreme bias and more extreme "even it up" calls. just ask any canucks fan that was around in 2011.

if you actually watch the games too, you'll HEAR it in the commentary. i don't know how many times i've heard "if i would have done that, that would have been a call" from various panel members and color commentators while watching oilers games, regular season and otherwise.

and also like. tags are a method of blog indexing. they always have been. if you don't like what i have to say block me or filter out my blog name. do i need to treat you like the devils fans i had in my inbox spouting shit three months ago? because i had to speak to them like toddlers in order for some of them to understand how tumblr content filtering worked.

and no, the majority of you are not claiming that the hit draisaitl made on barkov was clean. there are a few of you on tumblr admitting that maybe it deserved a two minute minor. the rest of oilers fans on the internet and in real life are claiming it was a clean hit and that sasha barkov is a pussy who needs to go back to playing bantam hockey if he can't just get up and shake it off.

it's a really really good and helpful thing for you to stretch your legs and make friends that do not like your team. it centers your perspective on these things.

[sheinthatfandom]

Tonight is the night!!! God the card for dynasty is so fucking stacked literally the only one I’m like eww no is Jericho and even then I’d be fine if he was on zero hour but whatever. Anyway time for me to make my winner predictions of who I want vs what I think is booked to win

Zero hour

Let’s start with Trent vs Matt sydal: I’d love to see Trent lose because I’m a Yuta girl and Trent should always lose lol. But more than likely especially cause of the best friend breakup storyline Trent would need the win far more and it would make sense for him to win over Matt who involved himself in the feud and helped orange.

Orange and shibata Vs Shane taylor promotions: it’s orange and shibata even if Anthony cheats and gets involved I can’t see orange and shibata losing ohhh unless Trent’s match actually does go first and he causes orange to lose… seems like a lot for a buy in though

The acclaimed vs bullet club gold: THIS SHOULD BE ON THE MAIN CARD!!! How tf is the unification of the two actual company belts not be put on the main card the actual FUCK!!! Tk I hope your pillow is never cool. I want BCG to win they’re fun, they’re entertaining, they’ll be insufferable as double champs, they will have a feud with anyone. Thanks to the win on dynamite though I think it’s gonna be the acclaimed who will be booked to win and make all the belts useless because they’re never on tv they have zero feuds going on and caster will continue to be a cunt online.

Main card time

Jericho vs hook: this should be on the pre show the ftw belt is not legitimate and there’s been no real build for this they didn’t even have beef until Wednesday. Anyway I wanna see Hook win cause Jericho needs to go far away but I feel like Jericho booked himself to win to hold the ftw belt and will probably have a run in from Sammy.

Rated R chicken Kings vs house of black: I have no idea if that’s their name they have no name and I love them for it lol Eddie and mark should never suffer losses ever actually. Plus it’s a team of champions sorry HOB

Julia vs willow: I think with the storyline and Mercedes and Julia’s injuries we’re getting a title change. Julia wasn’t a bad champ at all and honestly made the tbs title a big deal it just sucks she got injured and couldn’t be on tv every week fighting. Willow will be a great champion and Julia can still be spooky and get involved.

Okada va pac: okada stole Eddie’s belt no one should beat him but Eddie in my humble simp opinion.

The young bucks vs ftr: if the fucking bucks lose again I will be cursing tk to lose all the hair on his head and grow it out of his nose and asshole. The bucks shoulda NEVER loss at Wembley and they need their win back. Especially after seeing the video nope evps win hire me as the ref I’ll make sure to count correctly

Kyle vs rodrick: I know with the whole never able to pivot and the Adam and mjf injury thing we haven’t been able to do the Undisputed Kingdom storyline like everyone wanted but let it GO! Give Kyle his win give Kyle the belt give Kyle the fucking WORLD okay my beautiful sad eyed air guitar boo boo kitty man gets it all.

Toni storm vs thunder Rosa: the way I need Toni to go berserk on Rosa but also for deonna to get involved in a if I can’t beat her I’ll be damned you will story beat. Personally the only person who should dethrone Toni is Mariah and she’s not ready yet.

Will Vs Bryan: is it too early to call this match of the night i mean we all know that it’s gonna be right? Personally I’d love to see Bryan take the win prove he’s still the best (make zacks win that much more legitimate) and piss off don that his golden goose lost (3 days before his other teams loss when mox spanks Hobbs) and drive more a wedge between don and will forcing Kyle to make a choice (not my brain jumping right back to cakeys will Claudio Kyle fic high key rec)But this is tk and wills first PPV as a full time aew worker it’s probably gonna be him

Samoa Joe Vs Swerve Strickland: OUR FIRST EVER BLACK AEW MENS WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!

[incorrect-web-novels]

Anyway, I’m back from the war (preparing refs for ArtFight), so here are my TGCF and Epic: the Musical thoughts: 

[MAJOR TGCF NOVEL SPOILERS]

Xie Lian’s story is pretty similar to Odysseus’s imo

“The blood on your hands / Is something you won’t lose / all you can choose is whose” (The Horse and the Infant) - this entire plot point is pretty much the “two people and one cup of water.” Just like Odysseus must kill the son of Hector, Xie Lian can’t deal with the war and provide war to Yong’an, and he chooses to prioritize Xianle/the people under him 

“If I became the monster…” is a different reason for blackening - Odysseus wants to protect his crew and family while Xie Lian isn’t protecting anyone at this point - but that song feels MADE for him tbh. The point where Odysseus repeats, “Oh, Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves,” (a point made by Poseidon), where he’s repeating Poseidon’s logic of not showing mercy compared with Xie Lian believing White No-Face/Bai Wuxiang’s philosophy after those infected by the Human Face Disease killed him over and over again

The “Monster” clip could also work for Jun Wu / Crown Prince of Wuyong (even better than for Xie Lian because he was still trying to save the people of Wuyong by sacrificing lives while Xie Lian didn’t really make an active decision to harm anyone until he wanted to release the Human Face Disease, which, again, wasn’t to protect others), but I don’t remember enough to make more of an argument / animatic

Mu Qing and Eurylochus are pretty different yet similar as well - they’re both willing to use “unscrupulous” methods and leave behind others - albeit Eurylochus is talking about leaving their men to stay as pigs on Circe’s Island, I believe, while Mu Qing is not really as cruel or selfish as he’s portrayed; he was prepared to sacrifice himself to save Xie Lian and Feng Xin at the end. However, like, Eurylochus, he’s “not as moral” as Xie Lian and Feng Xin (Odysseus and Polities in Eurylochus’s case) and leaves Xie Lian and Feng Xin during their exile. 

Idk if Mu Qing would confront Xie Lian the way Eurylochus confronts Odysseus in Mutiny though. He was weirdly excited about Xie Lian maybe killing someone (someone mentioned it a while ago; I don’t remember exactly) and seemed to want Xie Lian to be less “perfect.” Plus, Eurylochus is confronting Odysseus about running away from the sea monster Scylla, which I don’t see Mu Qing condemning. HOWEVER, Eurylochus’s doubt in Odysseus's leadership and ability to keep the crew alive is something I could definitely see in Mu Qing (source: just trust me, bro)

(To be honest, I don’t really get Eurylochus’s character that much - he’s upset Odysseus chose to run from Scylla, but he was all for leaving their men to Circe? - but those albums aren’t fully out yet, so it may make more sense later)

I refuse to believe Feng Xin would work as Polities though. It makes sense in all senses of morality, character function, and plot, but Feng Xin would not sing “Open Arms.” I refuse to believe it. 

Pei Ming has the same vibes as Hermes (“Wouldn’t You Like” and “Dangerous”) actually. I don’t have any clear reasoning, but it makes sense to me, yanno?

Speaking of which, while Jun Wu has similar vibes and ideologies to Zeus (“it is the will of the gods”) and Poseidon, if I had to cast anyone as Poseidon, it would HAVE to be Shi Wudu. 

“His title of ‘Water Tyrant was earned due to him capsizing any ship that did not give him offerings” (TGCF Wiki; Book 1, Ch.13) and “When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown, is he scared that he’s doing something wrong? Or does he keep us in check, so we must respect him, and now no one dares to piss him off?” (Monster)

“Shi Wudu considers death better than experiencing or watching prolonged suffering and pain” (TGCF Wiki; Book 3, Ch.124) and “I mean, you totally could have avoided this / Had you just killed my son” (Ruthlessness)

There’s probably more to say, but it’s ~5 am. I was prepared to sleep, like, 3 hours ago. If there are mistakes, no there aren't

[michelleelizabethtanner]

what do you think attracts rio to beth and vice versa in a non physical sense?

for beth, i think she likes that he sees her as a whole person, believes that she can "be something", respects her and who she is more than dean ever did, and maybe is attracted to the aspect of his lifestyle where he can provide for himself and doesnt have to rely on others and craves that for herself

for rio, i think he likes that she challenges him / stands up to him and doesnt just go along with everything he says, takes risks and doesnt back down which causes her to do some truly insane things and that amuses him

what do you think?

Hi Anon! Sorry, I got a little behind on asks. But I appreciate them!!! It’s always so nice to get Brio on the brain.

I have such a hard time verbalizing exactly what my opinion is on why Rio likes Beth. I have discussion of the topic in this post which speaks a little to what I think drew Rio in. It is the things you said, but I also don’t think Beth is such a novelty in being a “smart capable boss bitch.” In fact, she isn’t even that great at it. She has an aptitude, but she hasn’t had the life experience to give her what she needs to understand crime and truly make it her own without Rio’s constant support. Which is fine. It’s normal. Anyone would have a shaky start at a job they’re new to and have to figure out as they go. I’m sure Rio had his share of mistakes too. (Just look at his canonic mistakes.) And I love Beth’s natural talent for manipulation and leadership. She’s scrappy and spunky and beautiful. And I think that was the initial draw for Rio.

I mean, look. Let’s be honest here. Rio would never have met an intelligent, street-smart woman in all his years running a criminal empire? Why not? Why would Beth be his first female employee? He’s seen female criminals before. Probably even had sexual relationships with some. Who was Dylan? She took a pill car and obviously had a romantic connection to Rio. She was a drug dealer, just like Beth. A beautiful woman who presumably had street smarts and wasn’t nearly as much trouble as Beth was. So there had to be something more to it than Beth challenging him and taking risks.

This is the part I can never explain well. Because what I think is at the root of it for Rio is mommy issues. Idk how else to really say it or why that got projected onto Beth specifically. But Rio’s own trauma and emotional immaturity is what makes Beth such a draw for him. So like, at first it was that little sparkle of genuine attraction. A beautiful woman behaving kinda outside her character, achieving some things he didn’t expect her to be able to achieve. I think it made his penis twitch. And you know how men get. Their penis twitches and they follow. 😂 He got a little more interested, a little more amused with their game. I think your good ol’ sexual attraction was behind a lot of that. Like sure, he was impressed that she was able to perform. But that’s because he was expecting her to crash and burn entirely, not because she outperformed the other women he’s worked with. But the biggest draw was that she was beautiful. Pretty privilege made a difference for her ability to really hook him.

The thing though is that with every step he took, every mercy he granted her, he slowly sunk into the pull of his own trauma. We know Rio has it. It was poorly explored but any child raised by a grandparent has some parental trauma. Something had to have happened there. And how easily and quickly he relinquished his claim to “being a good person” and resigned himself to being “criminal Rio,” speaks to the insecurities that have lived in him probably for a lifetime. So without even noticing it, his curiosity and attraction to Beth became an obsession. Because she represents this cloying mom-ness. This mask that hides the monster she is. And it’s this combo that became an obsession for Rio. Throughout canon he’s hell bent on ripping that mask off her. It bothers him. You can see it. And yet she refuses to admit what’s plain as day. Gaslights him all the way. Almost to the grave. But she also gives him bits of vulnerability. Which he takes as victories. As proof! Every soft moment, every sexual encounter, it makes him think he’s almost got her. It’s like a drug and he can’t quit. Because if he proves that she exists in both her forms, that will mean that he exists too. The person he never believed he could be. The pieces of life he intentionally held back from. If she exists then maybe he can have them too and maybe he can be happy.

Idk if any of those four paragraphs made any sense. Like I said, I can never seem to really capture what I see in him for her. It’s deeply unhealthy and he needs therapy.

As for Beth… do we have time for another four paragraphs? Lmao! So yes, everything you said. Very much. She envies his power, she envies his freedom. Because she’s a person who’s never had control over her own life. It’s why she’s so often so selfish and so unable to see how she hurts people who care about her. Because she hates herself and doesn’t believe anyone truly cares about her. They care about what she can do for them, but not about who she is. She lost herself and doesn’t understand what love is or how to achieve it.

Rio allows her to close her eyes and just feel. She believes him to be ever-capable. Impervious. Superhuman. She says it all the time and never truly believes any of her schemes will have an impact on him. I mean, the man came back from the dead to haunt her. But with the fear she has of his power over her, she also finds comfort in it. Remember, Beth is a child of abuse. Of neglect. And for the first time, she has someone she can rely on. Even if she can rely on him to kill her if she crosses him, Rio is still a reliable figure with power in her life. Someone who sees her for her. Who scares her because of it but also someone she can’t give up. To Beth, Rio is a parental figure. This is how children of abuse view power and how they see their parents. Because no matter how much she pushes him, he will never leave her. Even if she kills him, he will come back. He offers her confidence and safety because he’s a titan in her mind. It’s why she can never seem to reconcile his humanity. Think of children of abuse and how they keep returning to their parents and seeing nothing but safety there. Beth’s brain feels safe in chaos because it’s all she knows. Rio is her captor who will never release her. And she feels safety in that and freedom to be her best self.

Again, no idea if I explained that well at all. Basically, both characters are obsessed with each other and the toxicity they bring to each other’s lives because of childhood trauma and lasting feelings of inadequacy. I need better language to verbalize all this more concisely.

[the-mist-striders]

News & Updates - Edits incoming soon

Hey everyone, apologies that the updates are very spotty, I’m not very good at remembering to update this.

So we got a few things to cover;

1. Amahlia’s player is working on adapting these into a video format! We haven’t published any yet but stay tuned. Here’s a link to the channel so you can go give them a follow early: The Mist Striders (YouTube)

//Edit: if you just got here the below news will be confusing. Feel free to call it good here

2. Since we wanted to do an adaption of the sessions we kind of encountered a few issues. This is what the rest of this post will be about and I will be detailing spoilers in order to address it, so feel free to keep scrolling and not click ‘Read more” if you want to stay spoiler free. You have been warned.

So one of the things is that Imil died so early into the campaign that he didn’t get a portrait made. We want this fact to be less obvious in the adaption (and here too, it always kind of bothered me) it also would help a lot with the video part of the format.

This by itself isn’t an issue however. It’s the real world context of the table that is.

We had a table dynamic that shifted more and more negative that led to a fallout between Imil & Liliya’s player and Amahlia’s player. Imil/Liliya’s player (understandably) left the table, the terms of which are a bit grey and vary from player to player.

So my first idea was to draw Imil from memory, this however isn’t an option because I hardly remember what he looked like and didn’t have access to the ref image that was used.

Second idea was to request permission + some details on what Imil looked like. I am no longer in contact with her so I asked someone who still was if they could ask.

After a month or two, this contact told me that It would be better to just replace Imil with a (similar) new character, and Liliya as well. I didn’t want to pry too much, and am choosing to trust the contact’s intuition that it would be bad to ask (sometimes even a simple question can be salt on ones wounds).

Long story short, I will be swapping Imil’s name for “Cinderell” a character we’re kind of putting together as a group. Haven’t gone far enough to plot out who is replacing Liliya yet.

The actions committed by the two characters will mostly remain intact since we can’t diverge much without changing the whole story.

I’ll be working on some episodes again so expect a burst of updates soon after the updates are complete <3

-Kai’s Player