#always 'dang that's a good name! no. wait. fuck.'

[answrs]

ever since the thought entered my head the past several months I can't help but think I might really like the name Alex for myself. a riff on my middle name, short and to the point, and without the heavy gender bias my current name has...

except it's also my preteen cousin's name lol rip :')

[aestrayla]

cherries or peaches? pt. 2 ft. obey me! datables

summary: do they prefer ass or boobs? ft. obey me! datables x f!reader

cw: HIGHLY suggestive, mdni, fluff??, pet names (sweetheart), fondling, groping, grinding/humping, semi-public but no sex, licking, stripping, MY HUMOUR..

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank u so much for the love on the first part, im so happy to be able to write these hcs, they’re such a fun idea. i got a bit carried away and some of these turned into half-ish fics but i hope u enjoy this version just as much as the first ♡

haven’t read the first part yet? you can find it here ♡

diavolo loves ass. the end.

just kidding.

ever since arriving in the devildom, student council meetings had always been a bore to you. you were never able to understand the complex topics of the “worldly problems” discussed, which often led to you staring out into space.

but ever since you got close to diavolo, things had changed.

“keep it down, y/n,” diavolo whispered through clenched teeth, as he kept a beaming smile glued to his face.

you let out a peeved groan. how the hell were you supposed to keep quiet when he kept rocking you back and forth on his lap like this?

despite your squirming, his hands never left you as he pushed and kneaded at your ass under the table. his hard-on evident as it ground against your clit, eliciting hushed whimpers from your lips.

in many ways, doing this was beyond worse than just zoning out, one wrong move and the whole student council would probably never look you in the eye again.

to make matters worse, diavolo insisted that meetings can’t start unless you were up here, in his lap, at all times.

“dia, i can’t do this anymore,” you whimpered under your breath.

“it’s almost over soon, sweetheart. just a little longer ‘n then i’ll make you feel good, hm?”

it might not be obvious at first, but barbatos loves boobs.

hearing that he was the “greatest pastry chef in all three worlds” has always been something that intrigued you. it wasn’t until you tried them for yourself that you realised that this statement was far from being a lie.

it was only a few weeks ago that you asked him to teach you a few of his recipes, you had never seen so much delight in his eyes. “oh that would be great, y/n! i’ve always been looking forward to the day you’d ask me so.”

as you slam the door to the oven, a gust of the hot air blows against your face, “how long should these be in the oven for, barbs?”

“thirty minutes should be fine. do you mind adding some of that sugar over there into this bowl?” you set the oven timer to thirty minutes before scurrying over with a measured bowl of sugar, pouring it into the bowl of fresh cream.

“perfect, could you whisk up this cream for me while i go find the vanilla?”

“sure.” he hands you the whisk before poking his nose through the cupboards in search of vanilla.

as you were whisking, you let your mind wander. gosh, i can’t wait to try this when it’s done… but dang i lowkey wonder when he’s gonna let me in his pants already… a few wet splatters across your chest had snapped you back to focus, “oh shit— i spilt it on me!”

the clank of the whisk dropping to the countertop had barbatos rushing towards you.

“oh goodness me, you’ve made a mess!”

“i know… fuck i’m sorry. i’ll just get a tea towel and wipe—”

before you could finish your sentence, barbatos had stopped you. his body crowding up against yours as he leaned in. holding you by your waist, you could feel his kitten licks swipe against your chest, even reaching as far down to the cleavage of your boobs.

you started to feel hot and dazed as the sweet aroma drifted through the kitchen, while he started to suck harshly against your skin, fingers creeping up to caress your boobs. soft pants began to leave your mouth as his tongue worked across your chest, but before it could escalate any further, he had pulled away.

as he stepped back, wiping the corner of his lips, you were left completely flustered, “oh wow, the cream without the vanilla tastes really good, you might just have a talent for baking y/n!”

“uh-huh…” you muttered, staring at him dumb-found and wide-eyed.

simeon is secretly a big fan of boobs, so today was a big treat for him.

it was the weekend, he had scored a pair of free tickets to the amusement park, and of course decided to bring you along. it was a leisurely day however, the rides and attractions he decided to do were almost too tame for your excitement.

dragging him along, you spot an attraction that seemed to catch your eye. handing two tokens to the employee, you quickly rushed into the tank, simeon freezing, clearly stunned and confused about what was about to happen. “hey y/n, what’s going on?!”

taking a seat on the tiny platform you point to the target beside you, “can you hit a bullseye?” you winked.

the employee hands simeon a ball, “you’ve got three tries, buddy.” after a moment of hesitation, he throws the ball, hitting the center of the target with a loud smack.

you let out a small shriek before getting submerged into the tank of water. “oh my— Y/N!” simeon rushes towards the tank, quickly pulling you out from the water. you let out sharp breaths before giggling, “your aim is amazing!”

“is this your idea of fun?!” his hands reach up to hold both sides of your face, turning it from one side to the other. “you’re not hurt are you?”

you smile sweetly, flattered by his concern, “i’m fine simeon, it was fun, really.”

he sighs, “good, alright.” his eyes travel over your body checking for any scrapes before widening at the sight of your chest. the water had soaked your white shirt completely, revealing that you were wearing nothing underneath. your round nipples were perked up from the cold water while your shirt was clinging onto your wet skin.

gasping even louder than before, in a flimsy last-minute attempt to cover you up, he slaps his hands over each of your boobs and although it works in his favour, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“don’t laugh y/n! we need to get you a new shirt, or at least a sweater!”

you pull him towards you by his collar, your lips mere inches away from touching, “so are you gonna help me take this one off first?” your purr.

his hands race to cover his reddened face, “w-wait that’s not what i—!” upon realising your boobs are on display again, he slams his hands back over them, “y/n!” he whines.

two hours in, and it was blatantly obvious to solomon that this tutoring session was going nowhere.

you weren’t understanding any terms or concepts of the topic at hand and with a week to go before your final, it seemed like solomon was more worried about this than you were. surely it isn’t because you’re too distracted sitting in his lap, right?

he clears his throat, “how about this…” you slowly lift your head up from the palm of your hands, clearly distressed about your upcoming failure. “for every question you get incorrect, you remove a piece of clothing.”

you raise your brows, intrigued, “and for every question i get right, you remove a piece of clothing?” you stare back at him.

“exactly, and for that answer…” he slowly shrugs off his blazer and places it behind his chair, “i’ll remove this.”

in hopes of this becoming a motivation for you, he began to quiz you with a mini questionnaire. “what are the three ingredients used to make the elixir of cerebral stimulation?”

you internally face palm because you knew jack shit about brewing potions, “uhhh… newt legs, unicorn hair, and frog mucus?”

solomon clears his throat ubruptly. “um, no. the correct answer is powdered unicorn hoof, bittergrass root, and caladrius blood.”

you look down in embarrassment before removing three pieces of clothing. only four minutes in and you’re left in nothing but your underwear and bra.

“last and final question, what covered the devildom when it was first created?”

“…darkness?”

“…unfortunately, that is incorrect. the correct answer is a forest.”

you groan. you haven’t gotten a single question correct and embarrassment was evident as your face was flushed. you turn to face solomon, “at this point, why don’t you choose what i take off?”

your pretty face staring up at him, teary and doe-eyed had him swooning. slowly standing up and pushing your back down onto the table, he stared deliriously at you. papers were scattered everywhere and textbooks were crumpled open. your legs were wrapped around his waist as his hands gently pulled the straps of your bra down your shoulders.

staring at your bare chest he murmurs, “i’m obsessed with these,” before diving straight in.

a/n: haven’t written in about 5 months so excuse how rusty my writing has gotten.. but nonetheless, thanks for reading this far, luv you all ♡

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[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if... you were a romance trope

i got inspiration (sapnap, dream, george, karl, quackiy, wilbur) 

sapnap (hockey x figure skater): - im in the middle of heartbreaker rn and SHUT UP - i LOVE THIS TROPE - IM NOT EVEN A FIGURE SKATER I DO TAEKWONDO BUT I STILL FROTH OVER THIS SHIT - and then in addition to that one tommyinnit is a figure skater and everyone else is on a hockey team “ice these hurts” or smt h like that - i love this trope. - anyway i think that this trope comes hand in hand with enemies to lovers - his hockey team and ur figure skating group are at the same winter sports competiton - and you have to share a rink - booooo - so everyday you end practice with the sight of a bunch of hockey buffs roughhousing in the stands, waiting for you to finish - and everyday a certain brunette one sneers and smirks at you as you walk off the ice - “had a nice practice ice queen/king?” he asks you teasingly - “shut up, yeti” you mutter back gratingly as you bump your shoulder into his build as you pass him - and he comes up with a new one everyday - and you quip right back at him, unphased - one day, he comes into practice early just to spite you - what he wasn’t expecting is to see how good you actually were on the ice - he sat there like “ :O” and just watche dyou glide across the ice with what seemed like barely any effort - and he watched how passionate you were in your craft and the dance - and bro was whipped right then and there - so that day as you were leaving he said “you were amazing out there” and it took u jumpscared - you were like “no insult today?” - and he was like “dang, didnt know u liked them that much ;) but not today, not for something as beautiful as that” - and i think you can guess where it went from there... :)

 dream (ceo and employee romance):  - AKAIAKAKAHAKH TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION - i mean hes a ceo alr so its like one step in the door you know - anyway hes a ceo - bro wears those fancy ass suits everyday and has like a wine cellar mini fridge shit thing in his office  - any way you pull up to his headquarters one day for like an interview and you were so fucking nervous  - you ran into him in the elevator (and no clue who he was) - and you basically vented to him for the 30 second elevator ride before scurrying off to your interview - bro didnt even get dreams name or anything - he kinda just smiled and wished you well as you ran away  - he thought you were so cute  - and you thought dude was hot as fuck  - anyway you got the JOB!! LETS GOO - the next day, your supervisor is like taking u around showing u the works - ....and you meet the ceo - its dream - and youre like :0 and he’s like  *smirk wink* ;) “hey” - and youre like “well fuck hes the ceo i cant be in love with him” - and you avoid him - but he makes it his life’s mission to get on ur radar - in the break room, in ur cubicle, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot man is ON YOU LIKE A MOTH TO A LIGHT - eventually he convinces you to go to fancy dinner - and WOW hes paying?? so that shit was FIREEEE - fancy wagyu steak and 102379182 year old wine i mean cmon - it was good ok - he asks you out after dinner and assures u ur job wont be at risk and everything - ba da bing ba da boom  - now youre dating happily and he spoils the FUCK outta you  - lmk if you want this one as a big fic with dialogue

george (neighbors): - tell me why whenever i have my delulu daydreams with george he’s always a neighbor - very much boy next door vibes - omg HES YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATE NEXT DOOR - stoppppp - on move in day he pulls up with his family and u with urs and youre like - “hi ! nice to meet you im so exicted to move in!” and bros like “same!” - sometimes hes loud bc hes talking to his friends but you dont mind - hes a cs major and ur  whatever u want major - one day you decided to start singing  rlly loud while cleaning - ur singing taylor swift - and then george could hear you from the room next door to yours - so he writes up a little post it note that was like “loved the concert! when’s the next one?” and stuck in on your door - you found it and started mad blushign - you had a crush on him since day one awwww - anyways you two started communicating via post it notes and songs played loudly through the walls <3 - till one day you hear boyfriend by big time rush - and then you play girlfriend by avril lavigne back - and then he slips you a post it note under the door and you open the door before you could read it  - and its an unspoken like thing that you start dating - its so romantic how you can saw you guys starting dating because of taylor swift !!

quackity (academic rivals): - DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS TROPE IT BRINGS ME LIFE ALRIGHT - alright - two law school students FIGHTING IT OUT ACADEMICALLY - you guys met in ur freshman year english class or some shit - clashed together in a discussion group - and its been game on since then - your texts with each other are flaunting texts - “hey alex, guess who got a 97 on the last midterm?” - “guess who got a 99 ;)” - over time, the texts started getting more and more hostile - people started to thing you two actually hated one another’s guts  - but in reality it was more for the thrill - but this continued throughout your law school careers - and you both become successful lawyers in the end!! - and when the headmaster calls you both into his office and says - “youre both valedictorian! congrats! you have to give a speech together” - well its like all the hatred faded away - you grinned and cheezed at each other before giving each other the biggest hug ever - so you both wrote a speech together - and soon the day of graduation came - and q goes at the end “i wouldn’t be here without the person who motivated me through it all, so thank you (y/n)” and youre like “hey man *sob* wtf *sob” - and you kiss him on the cheek and cheer to all the graduates  - after the ceremony he catches up to you in the parking lot, grabbing your wrist before you could go off with ur family - and blurts out word soup - and ur like what - and hes like “i really like you, and law school wouldn’t have been the same without you. can we be more than friends?” - and youre like “duhhh” and kiss him right there karl (best friends to lovers): - YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT  - that is the song for this SCENARIO - you two met when you were little kids in like first grade - your friends werent there on that day so you hung out with each other - hooked to the other since then and there - it was always “karl and you” and “you and karl” - you came as a packaged deal - through ups and downs you were there together - you graduated high school together and were going to the same college together now - while karl barely got into any romantic relationships, you seemed to be going through a few of them  - you were desperate for a love connection and honestly i aint blaming u - one day after a horrible date he came over to your dorm and u had an impromptu sleepover - you were in karls old shirt and some pajama pants and he was in his pajamas - and you two were just watching a movie together - before he turns to you abruptly, and you turn to look at him - and he’s like “you’re my best friend”  - and you saw a switch flip in him - since then, the dynamic between you two changed (for the better) - you became more flirty more touchy  - you started to act like you were a couple more and more - one day you saw him open his wallet to pull out his card  - and u saw that he has a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and then you knew that he was it for you - you ask him out that night - and hes so happy hes picking you up and spinning you around - <3 wilbur (musician x fan trope): - okay this is inspired by those tik toks that are like “did you see the way he looked at me” and its harry styles staring and eyeing down a fan in the audience like YES - and he’s a musician so it fits! - imagine lovejoy is like a HUGE HUGE Band so maybe this is in the future - anyways you and ur friend go to a lovejoy concert - for the sake of the story, youre not that big a fan of lovejoy just familiar with hits like sex sells and one day - the whole time ur friend is like “theyre so good hes so good its all so good” - you two end up a few rows from barricade  - and you and ur friend start screaming it up as you should - youre not oblivious to the way the lead singer keeps looking over in your direction, winking and smiling - imagine a sweaty, singing wilbur glancing over at you during sex sells and giving you a smile as he rasps out “you know sex sells i know that” - brb ascending to heaven - anyway a time comes when he stops to speak to the audience - he wastes no time - he struts over to your side of the stage and points at you  - “what’s your name?” - and you scream it at him - “what a lovely name!” - the crowd cheers - “ahre you single?” he asks with a grin on his face - the grin grows when u nod at him - “give me ur number!?” he asks and you nod at him as ur friend is dying next to you - he gestures u and ur friend to the front of the stage by the barricade  - and he passes you a marker and make syou WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HIS GUITAR OR HIS SHIRT OR SOMETHING - oh yeahh go you go you thank yoU! let me know if you want any of these to become a bigger story/imagine and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 WITH OTHER PEOPLE :D reblogs appreciated

[daisynik7]

The Takada-Chan Handshake Event

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~3.5k

cw: explicit language, suggestive dialogue, switch POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd)

Summary: Takada-Chan’s first Handshake Event of the summer goes better and worse than you expect.  

Author's Notes: Here’s Chapter 2! Thank you everyone who has supported this series so far. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, would love to hear what y’all think so far of the story! Thank you for reading! Divider credit to @/saradika.

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Two weeks after the concert, Takada-Chan hosts her first Handshake Event of the summer in a convention center twenty minutes away. It’s currently six in the morning as you stand outside the doors, a thermos full of hot coffee in one hand and a small tote bag of your belongings in another. Because of your sour experience at the concert, you plan thoroughly today, deciding to arrive at the convention center. Six hours early. 

Basic logic and reasoning are clouded by your extreme dedication to this pop idol. This is what you realize as you wait outside the building at the crack of dawn, still half asleep. The only solace you find in your current predicament is that you are first. No one can stand in front of you this time.

You packed all the essentials you need to make the next several hours pass by quickly. A small blanket to lay flat on the ground, marking your territory. The pillow to cushion your bottom from the hard pavement. Even snacks and a small bento for lunch for when you get hungry. No matter what the circumstance, you are not leaving this spot. 

Settling in comfortably into your makeshift camp, you start one of Takada-Chan’s concert specials downloaded on your phone. With no one around yet, you listen to it out loud without headphones, nodding your head along to the beat of the music. Fortunately, with Takada-Chan as a welcomed distraction, the first hour flies by. 

7 AM. Five more hours to go. There are a few people around now, walking by to kickstart their day, though no one falls in line behind you. Good. You pat yourself on the back for being here ahead of everyone else. If that’s not true dedication, you don’t know what is! You check your text messages from Sara, sending her a selfie of you holding a peace sign along with a message saying, “Early bird gets the worm!”

You don’t expect a response right away, considering she’s still asleep on a Saturday morning, like a normal person. She thinks this isn’t worth waking up at the ass-crack of dawn just to receive a handshake. In fact, her exact words to you were, “You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind.”

Maybe you are, but you don’t care. Most people have hobbies or interests they would do crazy things for. This is fun for you. You are willing to do it. Would it be nice if you had someone that shared the same level of interest you have for Takada-Chan? Sure, because you won’t have to keep dragging Sara around with you, subjecting her to your ridiculousness. While she is generally a good sport about it, you’d feel significantly less guilty if she actually liked Takada-Chan as much as you. You don’t blame her at all for not wanting to be with you right now, especially in these conditions.

At 7:30, you hear footsteps walking towards you. It’s a young man with spiky, pink hair wearing a yellow tee and blue shorts, seemingly a few years younger than you. He falls in line behind you, leaning against the wall. When you look up at him from your seated position, he gives you a friendly smile, waving. “Hello.”

You return his greeting happily. “Good morning.” 

After formal introductions, where you find out his name is Yuji Itadori, he puts his hands in his pockets and sighs. “Can’t believe you’re here earlier than me. What time did you get here?”

“6:00 AM,” you answer.

He lets out a whistle. “Dang. Dedicated fan, huh?”

You laugh as you stand up, matching him. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. The last event was completely ruined for me, so I learned from my mistakes.” 

His expression becomes curious. “What happened the last time?”

“I was at her mall concert two weeks ago. This massive guy blocked my view the entire time, refusing to move.”

He buries his face in his hand, shaking his head and chuckling. “Sounds like Todo.”

Your eyes widen, recognizing the name. “That’s him! He screamed out to her as she walked off stage! Is he really your friend?”

“Were you near the front of the stage?” After you confirm with a nod, he adds, “Yup, that was him. Oh man. Sorry, but Todo will do anything for Takada-Chan. You stood no chance at all.”

The rage from that confrontation comes surging back, still fresh and hot on your mind. You groan, frustrated. “Ugh, I can’t believe that guy is your friend! He’s such a jerk!” 

He shrugs, stating plainly, “That’s Todo. When it comes to Takada-Chan, he gets pretty crazy.”

You cross your arms over your chest, pouting. “Well, I hope I never have to see him again. Sorry, I know he’s your friend, but I can’t have another event ruined for me.”

Itadori flashes you a guilty glance, mumbling, “Well, actually…”

Suddenly, a voice booms out from the distance. “Brother! I got coffee and donuts!” Oh hell no. It’s him, the asshole! Why? Why is this happening to you? You planned today out perfectly! The giant meathead struts to his pink-haired friend, as cocky and aggravating as the first time you saw him. You turn around so your back is facing the two men behind you, desperately hoping the idiot doesn’t recognize you. In a panic, you take your phone out and text Sara:

SOS NEED BACKUP ASAP 

also, can you please bring me a donut

~~~

Todo orders two iced coffees and a half dozen classic glazed donuts from the café across the street. Today is off to a great start; he managed to convince his best friendo to wake up early and stand in line with him for Takada-Chan’s Handshake Event. This isn’t his first; in fact, he’s quite the regular at these type of events. Hopefully the idol actually remembers him this time. 

Balancing all the treats in his hands, he walks to the convention center, certain that they’ll be first in line. There’s no other fan dedicated enough to wait hours before the event starts just for a handshake. Only heloves Takada-Chan enough to do that. So, it’s a major surprise when he finds someone already ahead of Yuji, literally camped there with a blanket and pillow. 

He announces his presence, approaching Yuji to stand next to him, inspecting the person before them. In the lowest voice he can muster, he whispers, “Is this person here for the event?”

Yuji rubs the back of his neck, replying in a hushed voice, “Yeah, she’s been here since 6 AM.”

“What?!” Todo yells, completely abandoning any discretion. He glares at the woman ahead. Who is this chick? How dare she claim the first spot in line! That should be his!

He pushes past Yuji, tapping on the woman’s shoulder. “Ahem, are you in line for Takada-Chan?”

“Yes”, she responds, not moving a muscle. 

“Well, you see, I’m Takada-Chan’s #1 fan. I’ve known her since middle school. She’s actually my future wife. That being said, I think that I should be first.”

No response. She remains motionless, refusing to even glance back at him. The nerve. 

Growing impatient, he asks, “So, think we can switch?” 

Finally, she cranes her head just enough to peer at him. “Nope,” she answers, facing forward again. What. The. Fuck?! 

A little louder now, he cajoles, “Come on, don’t be like this. You’re going to deny her #1 fan his rightful spot?”

“Not my problem,” she says, venom laced in her tone. Why does this interaction sound familiar?

It all comes rushing back to him. In the same nanosecond it takes for him to imagine fake scenarios from his childhood, his mind returns to an actual memory from two weeks ago. He uttered those exact words to that short girl who was behind him at the concert. The girl who argued with him, called him an idiot and an asshole. This is the same girl. The loser. 

His rival. 

If she thinks she can compete with him in this battle to be Takada-Chan’s #1 fan, she has another thing coming. No one beats Aoi Todo in a contest. No one. And when it comes to the pop idol, there isn’t another living entity in the world that can match his devotion to her. He accepted her rejection in middle school for crying out loud, a fact that all people except Todo continue to dispute. This gal has no idea what she just got herself into. 

Through gritted teeth, Todo growls, “So it’s gonna be like this? Fine. I hope you don’t mind me singing then. I’ve been told I’m tone-deaf, but if I sing loud enough, I’m sure I’ll hit the right notes!” He starts his playlist on his phone, maximizing the volume. In his biggest voice, he begins belting the first song, Love Gem. Yuji hides behind his palms, embarrassed.

She whips around, finally meeting him face-to-face, yelling, “Oh fantastic! I love this song! I hope you don’t mind me joining in!” Her singing is even louder than Todo, which surprises him. He can admit that she carries a tune better than he could, but still, it’s annoying.

They go at it for about thirty minutes, two noisy, obnoxious adults angrily screaming Takada-Chan lyrics at each other. Todo even tries to play some underground tracks that he thought only he knew, but she perfectly recites it with a raised eyebrow, willing to accept whatever challenge he presents to her. 

Seriously, who is this chick?

~~~

It’s been a half hour long battle of attrition against the imbecile, to which you think you’ve won. Todo seems winded, strands from his neat bun coming loose, sweat beading off his forehead. It doesn’t surprise you since the guy has been straight up screaming at you for thirty minutes. 

Sara finally arrives, carrying a backpack with another small bag in hand. She approaches cautiously, ending the bizarre singing match. Todo huffs and puffs, glaring at you as you catch your own breath. “I could hear you from down the street,” she says, smirking. “Sounded like two sentient cats starring in their own musical. Imagine my disappointment finding out it’s just you two,” She passes you the bag, carrying a donut inside, as well as a water bottle she retrieves from her backpack. “Thank you,” you say, taking a swig. 

“So, what is going on here?” she asks, pointing at you, then at Todo. 

“This idiot asked me to switch spots with him even though I was here first. He thinks he deserves it, or whatever.”

Todo interrupts. “I don’t think, I know I deserve it!”

“I wasn’t talking to you, idiot!” you yell back. 

“Stop calling me an idiot!”

“Stop being an idiot then!”

Sara, once again, steps between you, intervening. “Cut it out. You are adults, act like it. You two are going to be here for the next four hours, do you really want to waste your energy bickering with each other?”

You pout, knowing she’s right. It’s difficult containing your pettiness with him; something about him really grinds your gears.

Eventually, Todo’s grimace softens, muttering a reluctant, “Fine.” 

Sara looks at you, waiting. You roll your eyes, obliging. “Fine.”

She claps her hands with a smile, as if she just solved world peace. “Alright! Now shake on it. Did you even introduce yourselves yet? Shouldn’t the top two Takada-Chan fans at least know each other’s names?”

He grunts, extending his large palm to you. You grab hold of it, surprised at how soft his skin is. The two of you shake hands slowly, stating your names, neither of you letting go. Letting go means you concede. Letting go means you lose. 

He tugs you slightly forward, whispering, “You may be first in line, but I’m still Takada-Chan’s #1 fan.” He gives you a smirk, tightening his grip on you.

Feeling bold, you clench him tighter, also pulling him closer, using all your strength to move his mountain of a body. You’re practically nose-to-nose now. “Have fun waiting in second place, behind Takada-Chan’s true #1 fan,” you retort, returning his annoying smirk with one of your own. His eye twitches, annoyed with you. Sara groans beside you while Itadori cackles, amused. 

The next couple of hours elapse normally, thanks to Sara’s presence and the distraction of the two behind you. Sara and Itadori seem to get along well as they chat with one another in line, laughing often. Todo and you stay firmly in your spots, listening to your own Takada-Chan playlists on your headphones. Occasionally you’ll exchange irked glances, arms crossed, guards still up. No matter what, you won’t let him win whatever bizarre competition you currently find yourselves in.   

More fans line up and by 11 AM, the convention center opens, workers directing you inside. By this time, Sara and Yuji leave, neither friend intending to stay for the actual event. You are led through velvet ropes until you see a small table set up in front of a black backdrop. This must be where Takada-Chan will greet people with a handshake. By 11:45 AM, you can’t help but tremble with excitement. 

Todo scoffs obnoxiously. “Something funny?” you ask, facing him. 

“For a self-proclaimed #1 fan, you make it so obvious that you’ve never been to one of these before. It’s comical,” he says, eyebrow raised at you. 

You scowl at him. “Just because this is my first one, doesn’t make me less of a fan.”

“Actually, it does. I’ve been to so many of these, I’ve lost count. The fact that you haven’t been to any, and you still stand here claiming to be #1. It’s pathetic.”

It takes all the resolve you have to keep calm. Only fifteen minutes to go. You’ve managed to last the past four hours with this asshole breathing down your neck. Don’t let him ruin it now. “You can think whatever you want. I know in my heart how much I love Takada-Chan. You can’t take that away from me,” you argue, voice wavering with animosity. 

“Love? If you think your love for Takada-Chan exceeds mine, then you’re more delusional than I initially gave you credit for.” 

He really knows how to get under your skin. Where are Sara’s brass knuckles when you need them? “Alright, I get it, you’re in love with Takada-Chan. Creep. I admit, I haven’t been to many events yet, but we all have to start somewhere. Plus, I already proved to you that I know the lyrics to all her songs, even her underground stuff. Don’t think I didn’t notice you testing me earlier.”

He lets out a barking laugh. “Yeah okay, that was impressive. But you still have a lot to learn before you can call yourself a true fan. I can teach you a few things if you want.” 

“And why would I want that?”

He leans in close, grinning, a wicked look in his eyes. “I’m a pretty good teacher,” he says in a low voice. “I’m sure there’s a lot you can learn from me.” 

Something about the way he says it is intriguing, almost enticing. You remember he is an absolutely douchebag, so the thought passes quickly. “I know everything I need to know about Takada-Chan, thank you very much.”

“Oh really?” he challenges, rapid firing questions about Takada-Chan, to which you answer perfectly. This occupies your time until you hear the other fans in the crowd start to scream. You didn’t even notice Takada-Chan walk into the room because this moron distracted you. But lo-and-behold, there she is, posing in front of the black backdrop, cute as ever. You turn away from Todo, frown literally turning upside down into the brightest smile, in awe that she’s right in front of you.

The security guard beckons you to the table. Your hands jitter with excitement as you walk towards her, stuttering, “Hi Takada-Chan!”

The pop idol smiles politely. “Hi there! Does your boyfriend want to come up with you?” 

Confused, you respond, “Huh? My boyfriend?”

She points at Todo, standing in the front now with a delighted expression on his face, gawking at Takada-Chan. You wave your hands, trying to explain. “No, no, he’s not my – ”

She cuts you off. “I just love couples! It’s rare to see female fans, but it’s even more rare to see couples! How adorable! I love it so much!” she beams, motioning to Todo. Bewildered, he slowly steps towards the table, standing beside you, blushing.

“Aw, you two are just the cutest!” She shakes both of your hands enthusiastically. From your peripheral, you can see Todo glowing, completely unaware of the context.

Takada summons one of her security guards, requesting, “Can you grab a few posters from my dressing room?” The man nods, walking to the back room. She faces you and giggles. “I wasn’t supposed to give any posters away until my next event, but I’ll make an exception for you two.” She winks, and you’re almost certain yours and Todo’s hearts will soon burst from your chests.

“Thank you so much, Takada-Chan!” you say in unison, tears in your eyes. 

“Of course! How about a Taka-Tan Beam? You have your phones ready?”

You and Todo absolutely lose it. He holds his phone out, hands trembling, actual tears rolling down his cheeks. You shuffle around your purse to retrieve your phone, also shaking, ready to record.

“Ready? Taka-Tan Beam!” she exclaims, flashing her signature pose. 

The two of you clap your hands enthusiastically, praising her. Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular… 

The security guard comes back carrying posters rolled up under his arm. He hands them to the pop idol, who then gives them to you. “Thank you so much for coming!”

Todo leans forward, palms on the table. “Thank you, Takada-Chan! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Thank you, Takada-Chan!” you repeat, pulling Todo by the sleeve of his shirt to the exit with you. As you leave, he bows continuously towards the idol, who waves farewell kindly. 

Once outside, you find a bench to sit at. Todo is nearly foaming at the mouth, still unaware of what just happened. You hand him half of the posters, which he takes without looking at you.

“Taka-Tan. Beam,” he mutters in his catatonic state. His gaze is completed glazed over.

“Hey, Todo. Snap out of it,” you say, waving your hand in front of his face to get his attention. When that fails, you bop his head with one of the rolled-up posters.

“Huh?” He finally comes to, focusing on you. 

You laugh. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“I can’t believe it either. But what was she saying exactly? I was too distracted by her beauty…” he trails off. You tap him again before he goes into a trance.

“She thought we were a couple,” you explain. 

“EH?”

“Yeah. I guess she saw us bickering in line and just assumed,” you elaborate, shrugging.

“She gave us special treatment,” Todo muses, stroking his chin, contemplating. 

What a turn of events. As much as you despise this man, being associated with him worked out the best for you in this particular instance. Takada-Chan thinks you two are a cute couple and she likes it, so much that she gave you exclusive items and extra attention. The sparkle in her eyes was mesmerizing as she performed the Taka-Tan Beam. It went better than you could have ever imagined.

Todo starts to speak, bringing you out of your reverie. “Look, I’m not that keen on Takada-Chan thinking I’m taken, especially by you. But since she can’t date right now anyways, I guess I don’t mind pretending. As long as we keep getting her attention.” 

“What are you saying? You want to pretend to be a couple?”

“Only for Takada-Chan events. Obviously.” There’s that smug look again. 

Eyebrows furrowed, you comment, “What, am I not good enough for you?”

He stands up, towering over you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I know you’re not good enough for me.”

Hot rage tingles in your belly. What a fucking asshole. On your feet, you only come up to his chest, so you tilt your gaze up to glare at him. “You couldn’t handle me anyways, you fucking prick.” 

He leans down, his breath tickling your skin as he whispers, “I hope you don’t kiss anyone with that dirty mouth of yours.”

You get on your tippy-toes, closing the gap even more, challenging him. You swallow hard, not sure how to respond, but not afraid to back down. He holds your gaze, his mouth twitching slightly as his grins.

All of sudden, you’re very aware of how provocative this situation might look to an outsider. You feel it yourself. Whatever this angry tension is, it’s sort of… 

Okay brain, stop thinking like this. You hate this man. Despise him. Angry thoughts. Angry. 

He doesn’t relent. If you’ve learned anything about this beast the two times you’ve encountered him, he will notback down from a challenge. And knowing yourself, you won’t be able to keep up with him. But you can try. “I’d rather eat shit than be your fake girlfriend,” you hiss at him. You grab your purse and stomp off, leaving him behind. 

“Ha, then don’t expect my help at the next Takada-Chan event!” he yells out. 

As you walk to the train station, you make a promise to yourself to never interact with this oaf ever again. 

[colonelpancakes]

Watching The Dragon Prince Season Six Part Six! Moment of Truth. Under the cut as per the usual! This episode will reveal my habit of using more pet names for characters the more distressed I become!

I’d just like to say that every time the intro plays, I experience a few seconds of intense fear as I wait to see if it’s Callum again. They've done it twice now I am fully expecting them to do it again.

Oh dang, that is a beautiful opening shot of the sunrise. Absolutely stunning.

Ohh, Callum honey. I know the feeling, it sucks.

Aww, Raylaaaa. I love her trying to cheer Callum up with the crown, it's so sweet…

Ohh... poor Callum... Yeah, that would be a blow to anyone’s self esteem. Especially when we know from The Frozen Ship that Callum's been struggling with the idea that he had already permanently ruined himself by using dark magic.

(Also again, the voice acting is amazing.)

Oh, you know, that’s a good idea! Since they don’t really need to kill Aaravos they just need to stop him from being freed and the main threats to his status as imprisoned are Claudia finding the pearl or Callum getting possessed. If it’s in the Starscraper being guarded by Celestial Elves, then that’s both problems solved! Claudia doesn’t know where it is and it’d be pretty difficult for a possessed Callum to go get it, especially not before anyone could stop him. Good thinking Rayla!

OH GOD.

...On the one hand that’s really bad and a serious problem but on the other hand that is so fucking funny. The magic prison you've been carrying wrapped in an anti-magic blanket through the freezing cold is a giant M&M. Sorry. There is no good way to deliver the news, huh.

Oh, Callum… The way his voice shakes and he sounds so out of breath like he’s having a panic attack. Poor baby.... 🥺

Oh, Honey…

And of course it makes him feel worse because to him, if it really was Aaravos influencing Callum without him knowing, then it’s confirming that, not only is there the possibility that he could one day become a threat to his friends safety, he actively is a threat to them. And if it was simply an accident, at the very least, there’s something he can do to prevent another accident. If it's an accident, then it's something that he did and something that he can make an effort to not let it happen again in the future. Whereas if it’s Aaravos, there’s nothing he can do. The thing he could have done to prevent Aaravos possessing him is not use dark magic but that ship has sailed. He’d be entirely helpless and it’d be his own fault.

Also, it goes without saying but I’m going to say it anyways: Give Callum’s VA an award, the voice-acting is so good, the franticness, the hyperventilation. It’s so good.

Ooh, I love this style of flashback. I love the way that it’s the same artstyle as the credits and how it makes perfect sense since in-universe, Viren’s writing all this down on a piece of parchment. Also, I think that this is first time we’ve heard Lissa’s name in the actual show! I love how you can already see that Claudia got her hair-texture from Lissa while Soren got his from Viren.

Soren with his little dragon plushy!!!! I'm going to start crying...

Hmm. I know it’s probably just coincidence, but the fact that Soren seemingly had a terminal respiratory disease makes me wonder if maybe he had the same condition as Callum’s father, since Callum said that Damian had “some sort of terrible breathing sickness.”

THE QUOTE FROM HARROW!!!! OUGH! “Claudia and I are still searching for a creative solution." "Call it what it is. Dark magic." vs "I found a creative solution. I suppose I should call it what it is, dark magic." The growth.

Oh?? I’ve always been curious what it is about the staff that enhances dark magic since it doesn’t come from a specific primal source. Usually, it comes from taking the life force of living things, but how does a staff help with that? Hmm…

Okay, I’ve questioned this before but. What is up with Kpp’Ar’s arm? It’s clearly injured… Is he using his own blood for spells? It feels like such a random detail to add without explanation. I wonder if we’ll find out...

Ah, so Harrow isn’t king yet. Interesting… I guess that makes sense since Kpp’Ar doesn’t appear in any of the Magma Titan flashbacks.

I think I remember Kpp’Ar having given up dark magic from The Puzzle House (please forgive me if I'm wrong my memory is shit), but I wonder what could have happened to make him veer away from dark magic and the staff to the point where he won’t consider using them to save a child… The royal family doesn’t have Aaravos’s mirror yet so I don’t think it could be that. I am so curious about this man...

KPP’AR MAN, COME ON! I get that you’ve seen some things but you could at the bare minimum be a LITTLE more tactful than that! If there’s some reason that the staff can’t be used, you could, I don’t know, EXPLAIN IT to Viren? Instead of just leaving him sobbing in the room with no explanation as to why you are letting his son die? ...I see where Viren gets it from.

Sksfjalkjslkf  I forgot about the monochrome so when the scene switched back to the Starscraper I was like wait what the hell is happening?

Kosmo, man, I’m not sure this is helping, but also, Callum petting Sneezles for emotional support… I love themm…

Callum, honey… Ough... I am going to cry I love Callum so much. Sweetie…

Ssakljfsalkfj Rayla trying gently elbow Kosmo away from Callum.

Callum, honey, sweetie, darling, sweetheart, love… The fact that he’s just utterly given up on himself and on his ability to continue. That he thinks he’s just too far gone, that there’s nothing left so there’s no point in even trying… Ough. And the implications of refusing to get rid of Aaravos’s control considering the fact that he made Rayla promise to kill him if he ever got controlled again and she did. Oh, honey… Callum’s arc this season is repeatedly punching me directly in the stomach.

Plus the voice acting, again. The way he sounds so dead and empty and almost apathetic, like it’s already over, like there’s just no point to anything anymore. AHG.

Once a dumb sibling always a dumb sibling.

“Truth is everything. But before you give it to another, ask yourself, are you giving them clarity, light, and purpose? Or are you shifting a burden to someone who needs all their strength?” I really like Astrid and I like how they're not going the "lying is always bad, telling the truth is always good in every situation no matter the context" route and instead acknowledging that it requires more nuance! Also, I love how Astrid is animated here, her body language is very expressive and fun.

OH? Oh that explains why it was monotone I had been thinking that it was just like, a sudden style change to portray the emotions or something skjfaslkj. That make a lot more sense.

Also, I like the clarification of how the future-sight works! It seems kind of like Clearsight’s ability in Wings of Fire where she can see all of the possible futures that diverge from her decision. Kosmo can see the possibilities that arise from his decision of whether to tell the truth or not and then pick the best option once he’s seen the diverging paths. It’s probably my favorite form of “prophetic” ability and I especially appreciate it being used here since it lets Timeblind elves like Kosmo exist while still holding true to the themes in the show about the nonexistence of destiny and how the choices you make impact the future.

Okay, I still feel like being Timeblind would suck. I can only imagine Kosmo feeling super awkward repeating what he said in the vision and like. I don’t know but I feel like it’d be creepy to have the people around you constantly parrot what you’ve already heard them say like they’re reading from scripts and you know what they’re about to say and the exact tone they’ll say it in a second before the words come out of their mouths. That would entirely creep me out.

Self confidence restored!!

Continued in reblogs, curse the tumblr image limit

[woodsfae]

B5 s02e20 The Long, Twilight Struggle Table of Contents • previous episode

Wow, we're almost to the end of another season! It's been a really good one, despite my own rocky start with its beginning. It's been interesting how my perspective has shifted enough along the way that I had change of minds about my change of minds of some characters. In The Gathering I loved Garibaldi, then came to dislike him for his sexism, police brutality, abuse of position, stalking Talia, being a shit about his ex, and general cop-ness, but the writing really brought me around on him! Weirdly, I now believe he can and will be better.

Almost the same for Londo. I didn't really like him at all, came to like him a little, then was to be SO disappointed in him that now I'm just fascinated to see how far his moral depravity and Sunk Cost Fallacy-ing will go.

And on to the episode!

Their CGI planet is really lovely and colorful, and does look quite 3d! And it's Centauri Prime (presumably). Must be a Londo episode!

This guy is petting the throne. wtf Refa. Very blunt about the fetishization of power that's going on here.

Londo: "Lord Refa, I have come a long way, and I am tired. Is there a reason I have been summoned here, now?" Refa: "Indeed there is, I have good news. The war which began six months is about to end. Sooner than any of us could have hoped. And you, Londo Mollari, will be the architect of our victory."

ope, the Centauri are about to do some crazy war crimes, I see!

Finally, a sexy transparent glass silhouette showering scene! I've been waiting for this since the show started. Classy of them to make it be Sheridan.

Friendly Draal Planet!!! I hoped to see him again! How delightful! What a bad omen, though.

Delenn is becoming just…transcendently beautiful. The lighting and camera shots, her expressions and grace, are all just astonishing. I am glad she gets to see her friend again. Maybe some of the other serene characters will pop up for a reunion. I'd love to see the little telepath girl who went to Minbari, Janice the Healer, and Thomas Jinxo the Seeker of the Grail again, and I think they'd all get along well (or at least interestingly) together.

Draal, appearing before Sheridan fresh out of his shower: "I've been watching you for quite some time, Captain. And I thought it was time that I introduce myself. My name, is Draal. How do you do." *Minbari bow* Sheridan, damp and be-robed: "Uh, fine. I'm fine." Draal, who has no idea how to talk to humans: "Good. You don't have any idea who I am, do you?" Sheridan, who did his research on B5 tysvm: "Unless there's another Draal who can do what you just did, you're the Minbari who took custody of the planet we're orbiting." Draal: "Ah, Captain, you do not take custody of the planet, the planet takes custody of you!."

This made me laugh really hard. The planet really did take custody of Draal. Near-total isolation, but youth. idk if I'd go for that.

Details…details…lmao Draal.

The Narn…cannot catch a fucking break. Contact with an entire sector of colonies, lost. They're losing, although their official stance is that they're holding their own. I wish them and their counter attack well! One all-out strike with the majority of their forces is a hardcore strategy! They could lose everything.

G'Sten: "If we make them pay, for every inch of space, we can wear them down, prolonging the war beyond their capacity to fight it. Centauri want a quick victory: they don't have the stomach for prolonging the war."

He also says there will always be enough ships to defend their homeworld, but dang that still feels really risky. I am so excited to see a little of G'Kar's family. His uncle! And he's so kind, warm, and loving. The exact opposite of the way they were described by Delenn and the Centauri in season one. They both call the Narn cold, strange, impossible to empathize with. I hate to see anti Narn propaganda! They have risen highly in my estimation and I am rooting for them so hard.

The Centauri are going to bomb Narn from orbit with banned weapons and wipe out much of the entire population. To "save Centauri lives." War crimes, as I thought.

Everything depends on Londo. It's too late to back out. Bringing the pressure and the logical fallacies down on him! He bends, obviously, and is going to reach out to Morden for help carrying out the sick plan.

Londo: "All right. I will bring my assoociates into this, but this is that last time. We are Centauri. If we are to sieze our destiny, we must do it ourselves. After this, no more." What'shisface" "After this there will be no need! Thank you. Cheer up. By the time you return to Babylon 5 the war will be over, and the Narns will be at our feet. This time, we will keep them there."

Exactly. The Narns will not stop resisting, they will eventually gain their freedom again, and there will be another and another. You can't build an empire without horrifically violating sentients' rights, and those sentients are always going to resist.

Love Delenn's outfit today. I hope Draal won't be an ass about her hair.

Aw, so nice, Londo gets to go watch the Centauri genociding the Narns, live and in HD safe on a warship. How thoughtful. May he choke on the sight.

Dr Franklin is a real and good friend and a great anti-fascist comrade. Gathering deets from his Narn patients to give G'Kar as up-to-date as information as he can, as quick as he can.

Draal Planet light hearted B Plot, yay! And Delenn is now experimenting with swearing She used the f-word even! Frag me, she's so great.

Delenn: "Draal? We're here." Draal: "Did you think I hadn't noticed, my old friend? You've changed. I like it."

I'm glad he's not racist to her! That makes two Minbari who have on-screen supported her: Lennier, and now her old mentor. I'm so glad!

But onto the meat of the visit. Draal has been using the planet's resources to gather information, including Sheridan's history and all the plotting Sheridan's been doing. Convenient, and awesome! Powerful allies are badly needed right now. Draal has been studying the universe and the planet, and he's ready for action! And I"m ready to see that action!

"In the long, twilight struggle which lies ahead of us, there is a possibility of hope."

That's a great message, and good repetition of the same sentiment from earlier with G'Kar and G'Sten. I'm afraid G'Sten is going to die, but I hope he lives. The Narns have faced enough tragedy.

Shadow ships coming for G'Sten and his fleet, the evil shits! The CGI has definitely improved from last season to a degree, although it's extremely obvious with the shadow ships. but I love the effect! They are all cgi and thus fake-looking, which I think enhances how out of sync with the normal dimensional bounds they are. I'd be fucking unnerved if I saw something that fake looking in real life.

goodbye G'Sten. :/

There's people on the Draal Planet! Wow, they must be weird.

LOVE this for Delenn. She's needed friends really badly, too!

Zathras!! Is in league with Draal! Cool!! I didn't think we'd see the Space Werewolf again, but this should be fun! JMS's spreadsheets must have been wild.

Narn is in a BAD position. Centauri have Narn surrounded, there's massive destruction and death, and the Narn fleet has been neutralized. An impromptu re-enactment between Narn and Centauri on B5 is underway. Of course.

Narn looks mostly brown and orange from orbit. I wonder what it looked like before the Centauri ever arrived. Bombs underway, Londo watching on while looking sick. Hope he feels even sicker than he looks!

Ineffective response from Minbari and Earth, of course. An atrocity! They condemn it! Really hard! Finger wag! Don't do it again!

:(

G'Kar. What a horrible horrible place to be. Narn plans to surrender. I hope they can snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, but knowing this show, it will be even more grim for them and the universe by the end of the episode. Horrific.

G'Kar is reduced to asking Sheridan for political asylum. If they hand him over to the Centauri…! fuck! That's the kind of dystopian universe this is, too. I hope that won't happen, though.

Ugh. A speech by Londo. What an awful piece of propaganda.

Londo: "A little over five standard hours ago, the conflict which began with the Narn declaration of war, came to and end. The Narn regime has offered complete and unconditional surrender. The terms imposed by the Centauri Republic are as follows. One: the ruling body known as the Kha'ri will be disbanded, and its members subject will be subject to arrest and trial for the commission of war crimes against the Centauri." Sheridan: "Earth requests the right to send observers to these hearings." Londo: "That request is denied. Two: to prevent further acts of terror by the Narn against our people, the penalty for the murder of any Centauri by any Narn will be the execution of five hundred Narns. Including the Perpetrator's own family. Three: a provisional ruling council appointed by my government will take up the responsibility of re-building a more civilized Narn government, as a colony of the great Centauri Republic." Sheridan: "Is there anything else." Londo: "Yes. Just, one thing. Because the Narn homeworld is now a protectorate of the Centauri Republic, we reserve the right to determine who can speak for Narn. As a result, Ambassador G'Kar may no longer represent the Narn in any official capacity whatsoever. His appointment ambassador to Babylon 5 is hereby withdrawn. And as the only member of the Kha'ri still at large, Citizen G'Kar will return to Narn for trial."

"No," quoth Sheridan. Minbari supports Earth and Babylon 5 in this, although Delenn does call him Citizen G'Kar like Londo did. Fuck him, man. He's fully a bootlicker channeling his frustration at his guilt over all the war crimes against the non-Centauri. My least favorite fictional war criminal.

The framing and character work through this scene is WILD. G'Kar, sitting, slumped, not meeting anyone's eyes. Londo, speaking with clear enunciation, racist and imperialist language framed as the ethical, sensible decisions the Narn have forced them to make. G'Kar rising and speaking calmly before leaving when Londo loses his temper and demands, screaming, that G'Kar leave the council room.

G'Kar: "No dictator, no invader can hold an imprisoned population by force of arms forever. There is no greater power in the universe than the need for freedom. Against that power, governments and tyrants and armies cannot stand. The Centauri learned this lesson once. We will teach it to them again. Though it take a thousand years…we will be free."

The Narn will not go quietly.

Centauri is celebrating, they are dancing in the streets on homeworld. Or so the propaganda news broadcast goes.

Sheridan has a very nice speech for G'Kar and offer of support of all his personal assets that can be put towards that aim.

G'Kar: "The last time I took someone's hand we were at war twenty-four hours later." *takes Sheridan's offered hand anyway*

Mad lad.

And now Sheridan's off to a super-secret meeting! Delenn presiding. She has gathered him allies to pledge to Sheridan. Ah, Sinclair's project! <3 Sinclair, good work, buddy. Kosh is there, too! Somehow I doubt he is there to swear TO Sheridan. Along with, benevolently, to help the ants win against the anteater, maybe.

This is an episode of speeches! G'Kar's was terrible and great. Sheridan's falls a little flat. His line has been drawn on the other side of a fascist empire re-enslaving an entire people.

Well. I can only hope for some great and wild successes on the other side of the season finale!

The balance of affection between G'Kar and G'Sten, and Delenn's joyful reunification with Draal and the hope that and Sinclair's rangers inspired were all a much-needed balance against the Narns' current plight, but this was still so heavy and dark. It went there, it did that! Man, the forces of the Light are just fucking crippled without the Narn and their previous resources. All destroyed, and mostly dead, to feed the appetite of the Centauri Empire.

next!

[pancake-breakfast]

The problem with being on Volume 9 is that means we're on the last buffer before Volume 10, and I am Not Ready. None of us are.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 9, Chapters 1-2 below.

TriMax Volume 9 Covers

Ugh, we just have to start with a Vashwood cover, don't we? I have too many Vashwood feels right now. I can't handle this.

Ah, the return of the blow-up doll. Is... is she jealous of whatever the hell is going on with Vash and Wolfwood here? (Honestly, I have no idea what's going on with them here, and I wouldn't be surprised if Nightow doesn't know, either.)

Back cover Liviooooooo.... Oh, shit, he's not wearing his skull there.

Ahahahahahaha, that's a no-face reference on the back there. Looks like he's got some dolls of his own. I... I don't know what to think about that. I'm just not going to lest it make my brain hurt.

What kind of chapter/volume name is "LR"??

Someone take down the Kuroneko-sama. I'm pretty sure she's dry.

Chapter 1: Home

In Stampede, "Home" was a reference to the place where Luida and them live. Here, it seems to refer to the orphanage.

Baby Livio! Baby Nico!!!

Wolfwood, feeding the forlorn. Of course.

Ah, I see he's been reunited with Angelina II. Get yourself reunited with Vash, you idiot.

Aaaand he's going against the caravan for some reason.

LOL, he is DETERMINED to get through going the wrong way. And quickly. This feels like a bit of overkill for a simple gate.

Heh, even as a child, he still has so many Wolfwood mannerisms.

Oh, shit. He's going back for Livio, isn't he?

He really loved his life at the orphanage....

Goshdarn puppies getting in stupid places.

Yeah! Go, baby Livio! Do good things!

Oh, Livio, honey.... If you thought you getting dumped here was because you didn't do something--whatever that might be--to make yourself lovable, you are dead wrong. I don't have to know any more about where you came from to know that.

Baby Wolfwood is such a big brother to everyone here.

Something wrong with his eyes...? Is that...?

Did he ("he") kill the puppy because it put someone else in danger?

Hahahahaha, no secrets between siblings. And an orphanage has a LOT of siblings.

Oh, no. Poor baby Livio. He's just... got a lot going on, I'm sure. But it might be easier with friends.

Hey, is this round guy the kid Wolfwood used to walk to the bathroom?

Hahahaha, yeah, it's him. He doesn't recognize his big bro, of course. Wolfwood's been through a lot.

Twelve, huh? Why's it always gotta be twelve? Something something religious imagery, I know.

Ohhhh, nooooo. Livio, this isn't where you should be....

He's helped set a trap for Wolfwood? My dude, no.

Also, goshdarn, why's he gotta be good-looking?? There are some grumbling about his looks in Stampede, but both versions of him are freaking dorito chips with long hair and goth aesthetic, so I'm not complaining.

Yeah, Wolfwood definitely sucks at cutting ties to people he cares about. I'm not sure if Knives really succeeded or really fucked up by ordering him to escort Vash, 'cause there was no way in hell Wolfwood wasn't gonna get attached to Vash.

Wait, did Livio do something to get on the Eye of Michael's bad side? Also, just how big is their cult? I thought a good chunk of it got wiped out a few volumes ago by that horn-headed guy and the weird CLAMP bishounen. Also also, wasn't Chapel bragging to Wolfwood about how Livio was basically like a better version of him... but Livio got kicked out??? Questions.

Dude, is this little Cactus kid gonna try and take on Eye of Michael by himself?? Dang, no wonder they recruit from this orphanage. These kids got guts.

Side note, I love how Wolfwood's chillin' here, loading up his gun, but also his whole demeanor is like he's just one of the kids.

Oh, I guess these guys aren't true EoM. They're... like... mercenaries or some such.

"Once this ark scare is over...." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA hoo boy, who's gonna tell him?

Welp, this guy is trash. He needs a name. I'm gonna call him... Cable-Face.

Seriously?? He wants interesting reactions from the child he's tormenting and likely to kill?? This guy needs new hobbies.

As someone who worked in dentistry, I like the implication that nearly every one of Cable-Face's teeth are fake. AND he still managed to chip TWO. This kid's life might be worthless, but so is your dental hygiene, Cable-Face.

AAAAAAHHHHHH LIVIO TO THE RESCUE!!!! GIT 'IM MY BADASS BOI!!!

Oh, I guess Cable-Face was very cyborg. Whatever, he may not have needed to be if he had taken better care of himself. And Livio's right; he was pretty annoying.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go simp for Livio for a bit.

*This space reserved for Livio simping*

(Crap, I just put two and two together and I think I know what "LR" stands for now. MOVING ON!!!)

Chapter 2: Tempest

Aw, man. Them kids are putting two and two together about their good friend Wolfwood. Let us all shed a tear for Wolfwood's lost youth.

Welp, that's two "alarms" down.

G'night, Burnsie! All y'all are in for a baaaaad day for pissin' off my guy Wolfwood.

OMG he didn't kill Burnsie. And he's trying to negotiate these guys out of dying, too. He's literally fighting for the thing that matters most to him, and he's trying to do it Vash's way.

Great camaraderie amongst these mercs, I see. /s

Ultimate tiger family?? Ugh, sure, yeah, whatever, man.

HAHAHAHAHA, Wolfwood with the backwards shooting. Get wrecked, tiger man.

Badass Wolfwood poses.

"Keep your eyes on him!" *friend gets smacked in the face* LOL

Badass. Wolfwood. Poses.

DAMMIT, I just remembered *redacted redacted redacted* Ugh, they really gotta do this, don't they???

Wolfwood and his kid self....

@sweetpotoooooooos noted Kid Wolfwood training with Eye of Michael looks like Megumi from JJK is cosplaying as Lara Croft and now I can't unsee it. (I think Megumi is angrier, though, and has a LOT more chill.)

Getting worse? How?? Because he doubts his right to take another's life??? Screw you, Old Man. Like, seriously. You talk like what he's doing now takes less courage and less calculation and less skill, and that's absolute bullshit.

LOL, Chapel is SO MAD! Good, be mad and dumb. Also, he's really rocking that dramatic cult leader garb today.

*COUGH* Sorry, I had to many words and they got stuck.

UGH, I dun want them to fight! They should be brothers!!

Duuuuuuude, something something Stampede! I can feel the influence here. Also, I'm not ready for this.

LOL, Chekov's rocket. Wolfwood sure has fun with these things.

Looks like everyone's in a lot of pain... but they're alive. And also...

Epic

Wolfwood

Poses

May the humiliation all these mercs faced here today inspire them to rethink their lives. Maybe make a change in their career paths.

Heh. He knows Livio is here, and he's calling him for help.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! LIVIO RESPONDED!!!!

Ok, I need to focus on this pose for just a moment. Because this is first time I've seen anything... anything resembling actual will and determination in Livio's face. And it's just for a second, a single panel, before we pull out too much to get a clear read on him again. All the rest of the time, his face is either hidden in shadows or he just looks resigned, depressed, and/or detached. But this panel? There's life in his face here.

Haaaahahahaha, their greeting to each other is such... brothers. Sibling energy. I submit that they are both dumbasses.

One step closer....

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack

[yousaydisco]

Fairytale AU

(because it's always fun to imagine your fave characters as pretty princesses uwu)

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was . . . an alcoholic. His name was Harry, and he was a talented, intelligent man who lived alone in a fish shack. Everyone in the village seemed to know him, and generally, he was well-liked, but they all agreed that he was an alcoholic who could as easily sweep you up in a charismatic storm as he could accidentally hurt you.

Also in the village there was someone only known as 'Disco King', though the only land he ruled was the dancefloor. He was sauve, put-together, fashionable, and mysterious. So mysterious that no one knows anything else about him besides that he loves disco and to dance, but when he shows up everyone is estastic. He knows how to have a good time.

One day the people of the village heard that Prince Kitsuragi, the most composed Prince in all the lands, is hosting a ball. It's a truly special occasion since he is not a prince known for enjoying the spotlight and everyone got very excited. What a rare opportunity to be seen by the prince!

Well, everyone except Harry. When asked if he planned to attend the ball, he would just smile and wave it off. "As if I have the ability to impress a Prince."

His closest friend, Jean, would scowl and say "Good idea, we don't need him to think we're all like you" and the other villagers would silently think "ouch! kind of harsh. . ." but agree, in the end.

The night of the ball, however, when Harry was left alone in his shack, he got a visit from his fairy god mother. In her golden wreath and white hair, lungs glowing so bright that Harry could barely see, she left him an outfit meant to truly impress a prince.

But it's Harry so at first he said it wasn't disco enough, and she sighed and changed it slightly. Only then did he say thank you to his fairy god mother and put on a new, crisp, silver-y white disco suit and boots that sparkle like a disco ball.

She also turned a pumpkin into a shiny Motor Carriage that would help him drive up to the ball in style. The only motherfucker in the whole land not arriving by horseback, fuck yeah, cool guy.

His fairy godmother told him that it would all be reversed at midnight, which honestly kind of sucked because the best parties don't get their groove on until three in the morning, but he can dig it. He will just have to bust out his moves as SOON as he gets there.

The Disco King's arrival to the ball was announced by the roar of the engine and that caused many people to rush outside and see what was happening. This too, included Prince Kitsuragi. When they saw it was The Disco King most everyone felt happy that the party was going to be fun, but they did not linger and instead went back inside for the party. They knew his antics, they did not need to wait and watch.

The Prince, however, did not know. And he was silently intrigued.

He was still standing outside when The Disco King got out and approached the castle. Prince Kitsuragi was very interested in the motor carriage and he thought one question couldn't hurt, he could just ask the one and then return to oversee the ball. But one question turned into another, and that turned into several more.

He never got back to his ball. The Disco King never even entered the castle.

The two of them stood at the top of the steps for the rest of the night and talked. The Disco King felt slightly disappointed that he wasn't able to impress the prince with his dance moves, but he found him so dang cool that it almost didn't matter. He liked talking about the Magic Motor Carriage. He liked asking the prince questions. He really liked it when he learned his name was Kim and that he had some un-princely habits. Like how he didn't care for riding on horseback and how he snuck one cigarette a day when he was not being watched by his guards.

Prince Kim, who had never considered himself all that cool, was quietly enamored.

The Disco King was enjoying the conversation so much that he almost didn't notice when the clock had struck midnight. Quick as he can, he fell headfirst down the stairs hard enough to knock his glittery disco boots off, and drove him before the concussion could sink in.

The next day the prince was back in the village and was trying to find the rightful owner of the disco boots. No one in the village could tell him where The Disco King lives, since they only know about him when he arrives at a party, but there was a unanimous agreement that the only other person that liked disco enough to possibly know where The King lived, it would probably be Harry. Though no one wanted to tell the prince where Harry was, for fear that it will damage their reputation as a village if he ever learns about him.

Eventually the prince found Jean, who sighed, and agreed to lead him to Harry.

When Prince Kim saw Harry, he was a mess. His bell bottoms were stained and ripped, his jacket had holes, his tie was horrible and for some reason he was wearing a mesh shirt in the freezing weather. When he tried on the disco boots he did not transform, he did not change, but Prince Kim was still sure that this was the same Disco King that he talked all night with.

Harry said "I don't get it, I didn't even impress you last night and now look at me. I'm terrible. Why did you find me?"

The Prince just said "I don't care that you're a mess, I liked talking to you."

And then they lived happily ever after, thank you.

[burntoutangel]

Pyromaniac “girlfriend”

“Honey im hoooooome” her voice is muffled through the CM-7M gas mask she always wears. She wouldn’t let you eat until you’d memorized the name and category of every mask on her wall. And put a match out on your skin when you talked back. you’ve learned to polish every single lens and replace every filter, something to do with your hands when they’re not clenching the carpet or sheets in agony. Pointless work, she never changes masks. The shined bug eyes of the mask stare down at you “hey baby! I grabbed some food while I was out. Hheheheh, maybe it’s *smoked* meats wouldn’t that be funny? It’s not, it’s a burger but…”

“Is it at least… flame grilled?” You know better then to act sullen, the “witty banter” is the only thing that breaks the monotony of polishing masks and trying to clean your own charred skin

The subtle closing of her eyes behind the mask is the only hint you get before she slams a gloved fist into your face, little match point stars exploding in your vision

“Hheheheheh that was really funny tho. I’m laughing in the inside I just wanted to remind you of like.. your place I guess. I can’t justify it I just wanted to see you hurt hahaha” you’re used to this but it still hurts so bad, faces bleed a lot and you can feel it dripping from a cut below your eye…

“Ah ah ah!! Don’t get blood on my carpet baby, that’s really not cool, dang do I need to cauterize it?” She’s mocking you

Gloved hands around your neck when did she get behind you flips up the tiny singe marked skirt and oh god

“Shhh shh shh baby it’s ok it’s ok I’ll be gentle mhm? I’ve just had a long day at work and I could use some relief so be a good girlfriend and *mmph*” she sinks into you with far too much ease considering her size. Did she… lube up beforehand? Fucking psycho, at least she’s easier on you now

“Deep breath ok? This is really gonna hurt”

wait what

There’s a cold metal circle pressed around your eye socket

You smell hints of kerosene

There’s an inhale from her and a clock from the machine and the

The entire world is agony

The blowtorch is barely on for a few seconds but in that moment your eye and the surrounding skin is permanently ruined, no amount of healing or surgery or meditation will ever heal this. At least the damage is contained to a small 2-3 square inches, but you won’t appreciate that for a few days. You won’t even be fully conscious again for a few hours

You dimly hear wet noises as she pulls out, guess the warmth of her cum didn’t really register from the whole… boiling eye socket thing

“Fuck that was the tightest you’ve ever bet been baby, fuck that was so good” arms around you, she took her coat off? First time you’ve felt her skin, feels nice. She’s cold, comforting from the searing still radiating down your facial nerves

“C’mon baby we gotta get you cleaned up, that’ll fester soon. And it’ll keep cooking deeper if we don’t cool the skin off”

You gargle something in response, unintelligible even to you “hehhheehh yeah. Yeah this parts gonna hurt too baby”

[lemortehomme]

New Story Coming Soon!

I've been quiet for a bit but I haven't been idle! I've been working on my next longfic. You can find a preview of some of the first chapter below the cut!

Also, I have been balls-to-the-wall with this dang story and have absolutely no outside perspective on it 🙃 so if anyone would be interested in beta-ing, hit me up. I'm not looking for line-by-line editing, more so pacing and "why the fuck is this plot thread here when you never pick it back up" kind of beta-ing. It is already a long story (so far, 27 chapters and over 100k with more to come), so I would be happy to offer betaing in return, or illustrate your story, or attempt binding one of your fics into a book (I'm still learning how to do this though lol).

Revenant

Beth wakes up screaming in the back of an ambulance, dying not from a gunshot to the head, but from a suicide attempt. Walkers are nothing but a distant memory she can't forget and no one remembers. Three lonely years later, Beth is almost ready to accept the memories are delusions, until Daryl Dixon crosses her path for the first time.

And he knows her name.

A loose thread dangles from her sleeve. Beth captures it between her fingers, rolling it back and forth until it twists itself into a sharp point. She lets go and the thread curls, but the point remains. There is a muted squeak from the office chair across from her as Dr. Blake shifts in her seat.

Beth looks at her from beneath wheat straw hair, dried to a crisp by the industrial-strength shampoo she must use. Dr. Blake is pretty in the way older women are; the lines on her face are comforting and the crows feet punctuating the corners of her eyes hold a lifetime's worth of experience. Beth knows she is married because of the ring, but there are no photos of her family on her desk. There is, however, a framed photo of a sunset, film-grained and amateur in a way that speaks to it being a shot Dr. Blake or her husband took, rather than a photographer's work. Beth has always wanted to ask where it was taken.

Dr. Blake shifts again and says, "Are you sure you don't have anything else you'd like to share with me today, Beth? Not even your opinion about our kitchen's take on chicken parmesan?"

"No, I've been feelin' alright," Beth says with a little shake of her head, straw hair rustling like dead grass.

Grass baked by the sun crepitated as worn soles broke the stems; the enduring sun brought beads of sweat popping up across her forehead as she watched Rick make his way down the hill. On the other side of the fence waited—

"Can you tell me what you see right now?"

The thread is caught again between her fingers and Beth lowers her eyes to her laceless shoes. "I see you. In your chair. Your desk. I see my shoes. The carpet."

"Good. Will you tell me what it was?"

"My hair. It sounded like grass."

Dr. Blake blinks patiently, waiting, as she always does, for Beth to volunteer more information of her own free will. But the more Beth talks about these delusions—delusions, she must use the right word or she will slip up; they are not memories—the longer she will be here, so she doesn't. It is her second longest stint, three months so far. She's been shuffled between the centers, units, and wards of half the state. Maggie promises there's a place waiting for her at home every time they talk, but Beth knows the bed waiting for her is conditional. She will lose herself again and return to the bland embrace of locked wards.

She doesn't get a say in these decisions. Each one is made for her and will be long after she returns home. One of the decisions made for her happened right after she was locked away the first time and the courts said she was not in a place to make decisions for herself. The problem with being crazy is once people know you're crazy, you can never convince them otherwise 

"Okay. Our time's almost up. I'm really proud of the progress you've made here," Dr. Blake says, turning her clipboard over to reveal the smooth, brown back. "I think you have a solid foundation for success."

And with those words, Beth knows she is getting out soon, because she has not made any progress, she only knows how to lie in the way they want.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Ahem... Angst me mommy! I remember because last I sent a request of angst you said we were supposed to say that. Anyways can you do modern scenario Agni x reader with absolutely soul crushing? So basically I want the reader to get hit by car literally and be in the hospital when Agni arrives there BUT I want it to have fluffy ending. I got hit by a car once I always laugh about it but people say I'm morbid XDDD

looool you don't HAVE to say that haha!! it's just a joke ;)

... but thank you tho! I'm sorry you had to go through that, dang :c I'm glad dark humor could help you tho, sometimes it helps! and I really hope you're doing ok nowadays <3

You really should have seen the car coming, shouldn’t you?

Except, well, you were doing everything you were supposed to be doing. It was the driver who wasn’t following all the rules, so you think perhaps the universe (and your boyfriend) can forgive you for getting hit by a fucking car. You hope so, anyway.

You’re on a few painkillers right now, so you blame that for the fact that the incredibly stupid pun of, Surely an accident isn’t bad car-ma, is it?? floats through your mind. Ugh, you’ll have to cringe at yourself later.

The good part is that the painkillers, whatever sort of cocktail they have you on, are doing their job ― you’re not feeling much pain. Thank God. You’re just sore of vaguely aware that your body feels like a single huge bruise, and you’re tired.

As soon as AGNI comes into the room, your brain is trying to snap to attention. There he is, there’s the person you love. He looks so… concerned? You’ll have to apologize to him as soon as you can form a coherent sentence.

“Aah, jaan, what happened?” he murmurs, coming to sit next to the bed. Almost immediately his hand comes up to gently cup your cheek. “W… well, I know what happened… sort of… oh, my God, (Name).” He shakes his head. “How do you feel?”

“I’m okay. Kinda tired… my brain is all shaky… like I can’t… it’s fuzzy, you know?” You’re not sure how else to describe it. Still, you let your eyes close for a second as you feel so comforted by his hand on your face. Whatever else might be true at any one time, Agni makes you feel safe. As long as he’s here, everything’s going to be okay. “When will they let me go, love? I want you to take me home.”

You might be whining a little bit. You think you’re pretty justified, though. More justified than you are on most other days, at least.

He shakes his head. “They want to keep you overnight, just to make sure there aren’t any problems they’ve missed. You’re very lucky, do you know that? This could have been a lot worse. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.” You reach up to slip your hand over his, taking a breath. You’re pretty sure you have a broken rib or two… it kind of hurts to breathe. The painkillers can’t fix everything, you suppose. “You’re still going to take me home, aren’t you?”

A soft laugh meets your ears, and he presses a light kiss against your forehead. “What are you talking about? Of course I will. As soon as the doctors tell me I’m allowed to take you home, we’ll go home.”

You nod, giving the conversation an air of finality. (… At least, in your mind.) “Okay, good. I can’t wait to go home. Will you stay with me tonight, though?”

“Where else would I go?” You can hear the smile in his voice even while you recline back to try and rest. “I’ll text Soma that I won’t be home tonight. Although… he’ll probably come right over when I tell him what’s going on. Is that okay?”

“Mhm. That’s fine. Tell him not to flirt with all the nurses; they might take away my pain medicine if he’s too annoying.”

Agni laughs again. “They wouldn’t. But I’ll tell him to keep that to a minimum. Do your best to relax for now, alright, jaan?” Before he moves to take his phone out, he runs a hand through your hair. “Don’t worry. Once we get you home, I’ll take good care of you.”

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Ur Best friend

Letitia Wright x Black Reader

Authors Note:Know I had to give y’all a part 3

Summary:After your shower looks like your going to have to address some things.

Warning: Angst to fluff

Timeline:After wakanda Forever

Inspired By:The music video a little bit not to much

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu(wifey fr) @locoforshuri @letitias-fav @lunax0654 @writesbyriri @ziayamikaelson @womenlxver @2k7-sparkles @saintwrld @atssukoo @adeola-the-explorer @niaalove @shuri-my-love @shuriislut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3:Make you feel right Part 4

Y/n’s Pov

“Care to explain why you have marks on your neck”,

“I went out with my friends and someone most have been kissing me on my neck because I don’t remember”

“Oh ok well call your friends so I know “

“Ok “

You start to panic but get angry when this stuff happens to him you don’t even worry about it that much .

“Hey Gab wasn’t I with you at the club last night” “gurl yeah and that one dude was trying to take you home and shi so he left marks but good thing we saw it go down” “Alright see you soon “

“See you girl”

You where now happy a little because gabby is deadass a real one. “See I told you,

“hm”

“What”

“You cheated on me”

“Wow all the times you came home with kisses on your collar and makes in your neck I ain’t say shit but now when it’s me your making it a big ass deal”

*Silence*

“You quiet because I’m right”

You begin to get up and get your car keys and coat .

“Talk to me when you have fucking sense because right now your acting like you don’t have any” you say exiting the apartment.

You where mad at naven because he knew dang well he has done it before .”Hey siri facetime tish”

“FaceTiming ✨🖤👓Tish👓🖤✨”

“Yo what’s good”

“I’m coming over”

“What’s wrong what happened”

“Argument”

“Alright explain everything when you get here

“K”

You hang up the call as you open your car door. You get in put your key in ,Put on your seatbelt and connected Bluetooth.

Chicago-Michael Jackson played

“I met her on her way to Chicago where she was alone and so I was so I asked her for her name”You sing .

For the next 15 minutes you where driving to tishs house until you got their .You knock on her door hoping she heard it.Your hear her unlock the door. “Come in” she says taking a step back from the door .Tish was wearing sweatshirts and a tank top.You walk in to her place feeling her eyes look at you.

“So what’s going on” she says sitting on the couch.”It’s naven we had an argument” “what happened” . You explain To tish the problem and why you were mad.

"So hes not treating you right?" ,

“It’s iffy”

“I can make you feel right”

“I know exactly how you can”

You look at her with eyes she knows

“No”

“Please”

“No”

“Pretty Please”

“Fine but only because you look good”

“I always do”

You give her a wink and a slight smirk.

“Lay down and relax” You say as you sit in her lap. You get your make up pallet and brush. You start to get make up on the brush and apply it to tishs face .

”Stop moving your going to ruin the eyeshadow”

“Sorry “ she says putting her arms on your waist .

You blend the eyeshadow with your finger.You finish the left eye and now it’s time for the right. You do the exact same thing so they will look right .

“Okay know you can’t move unless you want to mess it up bad” you say getting the blush. You apply the blush and blend it to make it look nice .

You do your finishing touches on the make up.

"And I have done it again"

"Can I take a picture of us like this “

“Sure idc”

(Letitia Wright)

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After a while of you doing tishs make up and watching tv you decided to go home “See you tish” you says leaving her home.

You get to your apartment and unlock the door . You see rosé petals on the ground and candles. This was navens over used apology set up .

“Baby I’m sorry if I made you feel angry you know I didn’t mean it”

“Naven I’m not feeling this tonight maybe tomorrow night”

“Huh”

“Not tonight for this little set up thing”

You say walking to your bedroom,You come out with pillows and a blanket.

“Enjoy the couch while I will enjoy silk sheets”

“But babe”

“Not tonight”

You place the pillows and blankets on the couch .

He finally got what he deserved because you definitely weren’t going to let this slide .

[tmwcs]

heethans reaction to y/n wearing a sexy bikini to his friends (legal line) pool party? They play truth and dare, so when’s it’s y/n’s turn, she gets a dare to sit on sunghoons lap ( with the bikini 👙 on and everything 😨) and she ends up doing it. After that, she could be given a question on which hyung line member other than heeseung woud she fuck and she says sunghoon.

And Heethans MAIN dare is to not react to any dare given to y/n, kinda like “how much until u actually snap” type stuff

I would have added more dares(her kissing sunghoon for Iike 20 seconds) but there’s no way heethan is gonna tolerate all of that 😭

imagine there was a question where if she’d rather smash sunghoon or heeseung and she said sunghoon 😱

wait but maybe heeseung waited for all the games to end and THEN made y/n face his consequences 🫣

This idea is pretty scrambled, hope its enough for a drabble:))

<3 this is very interesting, only because heethan is soooo dang posessive.....read on and you'll see how this goes down.

So sunghooon is actually already an existing character in the series (vicky's fiance) and generally i dont like to rival the members against one another bc i actually love their bond, i love writing where they're there for eachother. also, y/n....just because of how long you've already been with heethan and knowing full well how he is, you're not too bold to be outspoken or cross the line so casually. maybe if you guys weren't dating and you didn't know how much in love he is with you, then yeah, he'd have a secretive way to sabotage the whole event so that no one would touch you and that the truth or dare game would never happen (if you read the smaus of the time period before you guys were dating, through the self texts, that man has been obsessed and was willing to keep you for himself) so for this particular scenario, this is exactly how i see it going down, and since sunghoon is already a character in the series, i'll just use an OC rival male.

So lets say there's a good looking guy who's mutual friends with the group, and he happens at hte pool party, you all engage in a game of truth or dare. now.....refer to the smau...it was the april fools one.....heethan already knows the risk of you playing truth or dare may lead to certain events thats going to trigger him. remember now, he is kind and caring, but can go apeshit crazy and sadistic (ethan side) so the moment they say lets play truth or dare, he's going to reach up and place a hand on the back of your neck, just gently stroking his thumb on the side and not even say a word. you already know by his gesture, that either, you're not going to be playing or if you do, you're going to pick truth. again, you have been dating him for so long now, you know how he is and you really dont want to push him too far because someone...will get hurt. so that's how that would go.

now say you didn't play the game bc yo man had his gentle grip on you the whole entire time, but lets say the rival male was staring you down bc you look so fine in your bikini, and the group notices and they open the door to the conversation and ask you, "hey y/n...if you weren't dating Ethan, who could you see yourself with?" he'd look at you with wide eyes in a sinister amusing grin, kind of like the scary heelel pic thats in the SE7EN series, he'd look at you veeeeeery similiar to that (honestly i always pictured his ethan side to look just like heelel whenever they go beserk) and you'd probably clam up....but every reader is different so if you are the bold type and say "oh , his/name" expect to be suddenly grabbed, pulled, dragged, and taken to a very secluded spot or in his car, or even taken back home, where a very angry heethan is going to strap you down and take out his frustration out on you. trust me.....you do not want that. afterwards....he'll probably keep you locked up with him or strictly by his side and isolate you for a few days.

The whole sitting on the lap thing would never happen. no matter how i try to think of a way on how he would react...truth is.....heethan would never let it get to that point. ever. he'd take you away or having his grip on you and would occasionally squeeze to let you know to stay put or to not do anything. the man utilizes non-verbals like nobody's business.

[aristre]

please assign songs to characters from guardians of the lamb.. i will listen to them <3

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dude i haven't read the updates in so long i bet moogil's gay ass is in the icu now. these songs are exclusively recent from my liked songs <3

songs + guardians of the lamb characters

yang hari

friction by cafune

i think some of the repeated metaphors in the song, falling asleep, running away from issues, really fit hari :)

[fold under / a deeper slumber / i left you with what didn't fit / i ran so far away from it] i feel like these lines work well with mideum as hari's way of escaping from her memories teehee

[i think we've waited long enough / i think we might be old enough / to face the things we've avoided] and this for the recent arc where my beautiful amazing gorgeous girl is confronting her past dude i need to catch up on guardians of the lamb.

lee moogil / gale

dan the dancer by mitski

i TOLD you. always a mitski song when katherine assigns songs. after going through a couple mitski songs i settled on this one bc it's about loving someone more than life itself but never letting the other person know. because moogil loves hari sooo much he's always getting beat up for her but he never tries to make her worry he's selfless about his love which is so unlike him which is why that genuine love he has for her is the bedroom dancer of the mitski song he really does love her he really does

[and when she'd ask to hold hands / he would smile and / let one of his hands go / his whole life in one hand] the titular dan the dancer of the mitski song is hanging from a cliff with both hands but willingly uses one hand for a kind but ultimately simple gesture for the one he loves. MOOGIL

[once back in his room / he'd return his waving hand / back to its cliff / he liked her more than life itself / i'm sure] once again he is self sacrificial in regards to his love for hari but its okay. happy ending please. please

ahn kangsoo

shrike by hozier

dude i've been listening to more hozier recently and this is one of them. i think i focused too hard on unrequited love (deserved tbh) and this ended up being the first one that fit! teehee

[i couldn't utter my love when it counted / ah, but i'm singing like a bird about it now / i couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted / ah, but I'm singing like a bird about it now] HE MISSED HIS DANG CHANCE WITH HARI!! good but still

[then when i met you, my virtues uncounted / all of my goodness is going with you now] also i feel like he tries sooo hard to be nice and good and the moral one of the love triangle but the truth is moogil loves her more. sorry for the slander mr kang

all of hari's friends bc i don't know the difference

#girlspkout by taeyeon & chanmina

yeah

[come on girls / this is our generation] they're girls generation

[girls speak it loud / speak it loud, speak it loud / come on, girls] you asking the hari friend mole to speak out loud who they are during that long long period of time LMFAO

evil cult people

runaway by varsity

i won't lie i couldn't actually find a song and the first verse of this mentions worship so here we go.

[idols in the air / vanish, then they disappear / how can i worship properly?] this is mideum disappearing i think.

[runaway / i don't even know your name / you're not going anywhere tonight] and this is them kidnapping hari i think.

uhhhhh mideum

seek and destroy by sza

this one is a reach cuz idk any songs about being miserable and jealous off the top of my head. she's just jealous she's not fun and beautiful and cool like hari so this is about her wanting to destroy hari. lol

[the art of war, goddamnit, i'm drained / now that i ruin everything, i cannot complain / now that I've ruined everything, i'm so fucking free] she makes attempts to take over the body or get moogil but they don't work except i guess she probs feels better. i guess

[all the pain i know / is used to fuel my soul / no control] she has no healthy coping mechanisms

[wow-cool-robot]

Episode 19: Cinderella Four

i took a break, and i'm feeling a lot better about the last few episodes after some reflection. the stuff i said bugs me still does, but not as much. my knowledge of cinderella and my tendency towards pattern recognition lead me to believe something sad is going to happen to four this episode. can't wait!

i would also want you out of my city after the last 2 episodes

amuro is a shitty mentor who's trying his best, which is a good dynamic

amuro clearly trying to help kamille avoid dealing with cute enemy newtypes which has never gone well and probably never will, but he's too traumatized and awkward to explain himself

i do like beltorchika here, she seems nosy and worried for amuro, but in ways that make sense and are conducive to good drama

mirai also good here. trying to respect amuro's privacy, but kamille is close enought to him that she feels like she owes him a partial explanation

four jaywalking and forcing trucks to swerve rules

oooh, it's cinderella because they're meeting up and have to return before midnight

on the one hand you probably shouldn't steal a motorcycle, someone might need that. on the other hand they left the key in the ignition, and at that point it's kind of on you

idk, cyber newtypes have worked about as well as anything else

don't call her #4. i assume she's the 4th cyber newtype and they didn't name her, so she took it as a name?

they have until 12 midnight together :(

idk why this is working so well for me, but i think it's the fact that they're both clearly reaching past their trauma to try and make human connections. even though they just met them wanting to spend time together feels earned to me

i say all that and then the guitar kicks in and i can't take it seriously any more

ok, i support cross faction relationships for good drama, but there is definitely a difference between the fascists who gas colonies and the anti-fascists fighting the fascists who gas colonies. that being said, four isn't necessarily a titan and might not have any clue what's going on outside her bubble beyond "you need to fight these people"

frankly i'm surprised four is the first explicit war orphan we've met who wasn't orphaned on screen, unless i've missed someone. you'd think there'd be more, given that over half of all people died in the one year war

though i guess most of them were civilians and it happened when the cities were destroyed leaving no survivors because australia was turned into a crater, so probably most of the dead parents children also died

four looking for her memories is an archetype i've seen before, but this might be one of the earliest examples

i love the carpet bombing interrupting the romantic music

thank you kamille for remembering that the reason you fight the federation is because they're carpet bombing their own civilian population for sympathizing with the enemy

i really like four being super selfish. it gives her personality beyond "is sad about memories" which isn't always a guarantee

this guy piloting the psycho gundam doesn't know what the fuck he's doing

man, amuro really is a better pilot than kamille

yeah, i bet that thing blows big when it eventually goes

thank god for newtype powers, saving valuable seconds each episode by letting characters just know who it is piloting the mobile suit without any cues

dang, four's cool. this is maybe the most impressive newtype thing we've seen. lalah did some cool stuff, but that was all with stuff set up for her and the lasers weren't too big. four controlling the psycho gundam without any of that is impressive

what's up with the animation of the thing coming in? goes in then out then in again? at 14:45 on the youtube version?

yeah, why not. everyone slap kamille. mirai, i think it's your turn

kamille: a man can't go out to die just because he's been slapped

it's a good line, but i'm not sure the show agrees. 0079 definitely takes your side, but this show seems to have a different perspective on things

i like the way they move through physical space in this fight

oof, she is wrecking this city. might have the highest kill count of any character we've met outside a command role

kamille has jumping on a mobile armors back ever worked?

man :( they probably are lying, but kamille can't know that, and neither can he know the aeug could help

the combat system forces her to fight?

that hizack taking off amuros hand and tackling kamille is by far the most impressive a zaku has been since at least episode 10 of 0079

if beltorchika takes mirai's advice and chills i think i'll end up liking her just fine. she was already a lot better in this episode

i think the show has found its identity, and while i don't necessarily jive with it perfectly i do like this

[zmediaoutlet]

emoji asks without emojis (?): What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)? What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to? Who is your favorite character to write? How do you feel about fan art of your stories? Do you spend much time researching for your stories? What made you start writing? What's the sweetest fic you've created so far? What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

bud thank you for the ask and also thank you for not just sending emojis i would be so confused ;-;

but also dang that's a lot

okay fuck it let's gooooo i'll wash dishes later:

What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

I'm just gonna shorthand here and say 'anything that requires a more complex plot'. Romance is easy, action is easy, horror is easy -- as long as they're short and tight. But doing things that are going to stretch out and need a plotty spine to hook into for more than about 20k? Oof. I don't want to come up with like a murder mystery or something. Why can't all stories just be 'guy has complex feelings he doesn't want to admit about other guy even as they are boning'. That's my wheelhouse.

What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Ooh I'm super bad at this kind of thing. Like, if I didn't mean to do it how will I notice it's in there. My guess is that it's probably something like -- Dean's essential uncertainty plus Sam's essential confidence? Even in fics that aren't about that (or that subvert those things specifically), I have a very solid hc/conception of each of them that I bet I literally can't write against. (But if anyone's got a diff answer let me know. Maybe I'm accidentally including like Hardees references in every fic.)

Who is your favorite character to write?

Dean. He's just so easy. His narrative voice is fun and easy to tweak into cracky or romantic or deep angst. Sam's a lot harder to make sound distinctly Sam, partly bc he doesn't have as many catchphrases or insane verbal constructions, so while it's a good challenge to try to write his voice -- Dean's more satisfying, haha.

How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

Great! It never happens, but. Great in theory! (Except when v nice people named frauke agree to do an exchange. <3) But like, no need for anyone to ever ask permission. Or even tell me, hell. You do you.

Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

mmmm yes and no. I am definitely one of those people who's googling literal map directions and 'when was the war of 1812 oh wait, right' and what professor someone's likely to take Anthro 202 from, but I find that if you don't let yourself get bogged down in those things they're actually helpful -- the restrictions of reality actually serve as a good goad to creativity as you try to work inside those boundaries. But, like, I'm not going to spend 3 hours figuring out how to make moonshine if the character's making moonshine. That's going to be, 'and then he made moonshine' and we're gonna move on. (Top tip tho it is easy to blow up your house if you do that wrong, so don't have the character accidentally blow up his house.)

What made you start writing?

I wanted a story to exist and no one had written it the way I wanted it, so I had to do it myself. That's always it. If someone else could just deliver exactly what I want the way I want it, I don't think I'd be out here in the word processor mines getting the writing equivalent of the black lung. But I want it how I want it, so. Here I am. [cough cough]

What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

ummm [pause while I go check my ao3] -- idk, I guess this is probably recency bias but I'll go with my latest heaven coda, feels like rain. It's sweet the way I like sweet, which is comforting and there's definitely sugar but it doesn't make your teeth ache. They'll repaint. <3

What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Almost entirely good ol' Microsoft Word. I hate writing inside Google Docs and try to avoid it if at all possible. Dropbox Paper is okay but I prefer it as a note-taking/saving device. I've also used Calmly Writer Online, which has a nice blank-slate vibe (and will auto-generate an m-dash, which is not to be sniffed at), but if I'm remembering right it doesn't save things for you so it's a bit high risk. I have also been known to use pen & paper, but I think faster than that so it's mostly frustrating -- nothing better than literally closing your eyes, setting the music volume to stun, and racing through some sprinty writing in the boring blankness of Word with sans-serif font. :)