#and him HOLDING her im so inconsolable

[hawkeyeslaughter]

not to be like dramatic or anything but trapper john calling me ‘ honey ‘ to comfort me would heal every single thing wrong

[cregansdingdong]

So…

Cregan on a day going on a frenzy out of nowhere and full on fucking the brains out of his wife THE WHOLE DAYYYY, neglecting his duties while the other Lords call for him and he straight up threatens to kill anyone who dares interrupt him…on my knees rn🧎🏻‍♀️

Go off, your majesty👑🙇🏻‍♀️

NEGLECTING HIS DUTIES---CONGRATS CAUSE UR DEFO A MOTHER AFTER THAT WOOOOOOOOO ALRIGHT.

so. my brain is doing a think. a nice, slutty think.

Let me just start by clarifying that Cregan, above all else, respects his position just as the majority of his ancestors have done before him. He's very serious about being the Warden of the North and he really does his best to...behave himself. Sometimes though, he doesn't.

alright thats enough thinking its time to fuk. i sincerely apologize for what im about to unleash. may the odds be ever in your favor i guess lol

ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.

NSFW stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty. no SRSLY this one needs like twenty more nsfw warnings

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"You can take it.” He murmurs into the quiet of their chambers, eyes trained down where he’d connected to his wife for the third—no, maybe fourth time since they’d risen that day. He’d lost count, much like she had. It felt pointless to keep track anyway. All that mattered was that it felt good. Filling her deep, slow, teeth dug into her calf over his shoulder just to ground himself and remember where he was. The Lord of Winterfell was cunt-drunk beyond belief. 

Cregan woke that morning without the thought of his tasks for the day. No. None at all. His wife was sitting up in their marital bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, reaching over for her soft robe—Gods, he lost absolute control of himself, of his restraint. He saw the supple planes of her back, and that was all it took, really. He’d taken her on her stomach first, a satisfying, lazy fuck that he couldn’t hold himself from coming early. That didn’t mean he was done, by any means, just momentarily winded. His mouth worked just fine to bring her to peak.

Seeing his own seed dribble out of her pretty cunt was enough to make him hard all over again. He feasted on her for breakfast, smearing his come over her pearl and cleaning it off nice and clean. He loved the way she tasted when she released against his mouth—loved the way his own release tasted when mixed with her slick. Delving his tongue deep, hands gripping her fleshy backside as he was torn between lapping up his own seed from her or pushing it further in. Gods, it was obscene. That made him all the more feral to go again. Everything was so warm when he slipped himself back inside. Whatever possessed him that day was unknown to either of them.

It was frantic, breathy—short strokes that were brief but hard enough to make her eyes roll back. Cregan held himself up via the backboard, thankful more and more every day that he’d chosen the sturdiest design imaginable as he snapped his hips against her ass. His wife was a thorough mess, mewling inconsolably as the sensitivity from her last release was front and center. She came again as his cockhead hit that spot like a bullseye.

They took a respite, thankfully. Cregan had never felt himself so drained of seed before. But, back to where we were: "You can take it.” He murmurs into the quiet of their chambers, eyes trained down where he’d connected to his wife for the third—no, maybe fourth time since they’d risen that day. He’d lost count, much like she had. It felt pointless to keep track anyway. All that mattered was that it felt good. Filling her deep, slow, teeth dug into her calf over his shoulder just to ground himself and remember where he was. The Lord of Winterfell was cunt-drunk beyond belief.

This time, his thrusts were deliberate, keen, and languid. He was fucking her. Making love. Making heirs. Pushing his come as deep as it could go and satiating his urge to breed her until she was round with the litter of her Lord Wolf. She was on her back, by the edge of the bed, eyes locked on Cregan’s light eyes, her pupils equally as dilated as she watched him take his time with her. “You—have a meeting today.” Huh. He did.

“Don’t care.” He grunts, thumbs pushing into the back of her thighs. His brows were furrowed in concentration, only seeing the sweat gathering on her clavicle, the flush of her cheeks, the way her nails were digging into the sheets—the tunnel vision was going to make him bust. “You’re forgetting.” She moans, head tilting back. “Forgetting—mmmh! Forgetting your responsibility to your bannermen.” Cregan bit her calf harder at the mention of them. “I don’t care. I’ll slit the throat of any man who dares remove me from your perfect cunt, wife.” He rasps, now briefly recalling that he was supposed to attend first thing in the morning. Ah, well, too late now.

“You’d better fill me then, my Lord husband.” She giggles, delighted at the prospect of having him all to herself for the day. “If we’re going to spend the afternoon making pups, we’d better not disappoint them.” His eyes flick up at her face as he pauses his deep thrust, squeezing her thighs in his large hands. A rumble of a sultry laugh emits from his chest. “Your womb will take all that I give it, woman. I’ll make sure of that.”

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[vampykween]

Second Chances (part 1)

i wanted to write about singledad!ghost x teacher!reader (which is so self indulgent as im a teacher hehe) and thus this was born summary: little poppy is simon riley's entire world and you've just had yours turned completely upside down. despite everything, it seems like everything falls into place when you're with each other. this is going to be a little series - i already have a few drabbles written and have l more ideas up my sleeve, but feel free to let me know all of yall's ideas too!! dedicated to @suimon since you love my dad!ghost so much hehe mwah

Simon is just short of pulling his hair out. He’s spent all morning wrestling with a five-year old who, last night was bouncing off the walls excited about her first day of school, but now is inconsolable and quite frankly working his last nerve.

“Poppy, love, please just get dressed. We don’t have all morning for you to mess about.”

Poppy shrugs her shoulders and blows a raspberry right in her father’s face. “Let me go, I’m not going to school,” the five-year old squirms in her father’s grasp, less than thrilled at the prospect of getting dressed for school.

Simon briefly considers whether he should invest any more energy into their morning battle or if he should just concede and let his daughter win this round. Despite her protests, he keeps his hold on Poppy and tries his best to calm her down enough to reason with her. Sometimes Simon couldn’t believe this was his life, he was tussling with his daughter about getting ready for school, when in a past life all he was ever worried about was backing his team throughout a mission. He used to be a trained killer now the only thing he’s an expert at is making silly voices for all the book characters at bedtime.

“You were so excited about school just last night, what happened lovie, what’s going on with you?”

Poppy just stares at him with her big doe eyes, the ones that look exactly like her mother’s, and makes Simon’s chest ache painfully. It’s moments like these that make him feel like the grief would never end.

After a drawn-out minute, she finally squeaks out, “What if I don’t like school? What if people are mean to me?” Simon’s heart breaks at his little girl’s admission, he, of course, worried about those things too; he wasn’t sure he even wanted to send her off for hours every day, but he also knew that Poppy could handle it.

Simon grasps both of her much smaller hands, “You’re the best girl I know, what’s not to love yeah? I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends, sweetheart.” Simon isn’t sure who he’s reassuring more at this point, but he’ll say anything to get them both through this day and all the ones that come.

Poppy sighs loudly and by something short of a miracle, she concedes with getting dressed; Simon let her pick out her own outfit, in hopes that it would rekindle her previous excitement. It helped, but only marginally.

Standing in the doorway of the classroom, is not the teacher Simon had been expecting. When he thought of teachers, he imagined either super strict, uptight older women or bright and bubbly young women fresh out of university. You were neither of those – you wore a bright smile that reached your eyes, and your voice had the most warm and comforting lilt to it. Contrastingly, you were dressed head to toe in an all-black outfit, but it didn’t make you look dark and dreary, no, on you it worked quite well. Poppy finally, but reluctantly revealed herself from behind her father’s legs, and stepped forward to greet her new teacher.

“Hi! What’s your name?” you were clearly not from anywhere near, and Poppy immediately comments on it.

“My name is Poppy, like the flower, and you talk very funny.”

Simon groaned, “Poppy, that’s not very polite, love.”

“No, no it’s alright. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that this morning,” you laugh breezily, not affronted by the little girl’s observation. The sound of your laugh is like a mirage in a desert, and Simon is taken aback at how much the sound affected him. You crouch down and introduce yourself to Poppy, then rise to greet Simon as well. You hold out your hand, clearly in an attempt to shake his, and he shakes his head to clear his stupor and takes your hand. Your hands are much smaller than his own, and much softer, not calloused from battlefields and the hardships of life.

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You hope you’re coming off as a well put together adult, one who’s supposed to be in charge of people’s most precious gifts. Threatening to ruin your façade is the fact that you’re shaking hands with quite possibly the hottest man you’ve seen since you upturned your life and moved to London a few months ago. This is your student’s dad, jesus get a grip, you hastily remind yourself. You can’t help yourself though, and your eyes are roaming over his massive hands searching for a wedding band. You’re not sure whether it’s a good thing or not when you see there isn’t one. He’s hot, but he’s got a child, and you’ve just had your heart shattered into a million pieces this summer. The last thing you need is to be lusting after your student’s unreasonably hot father.

You’re not even sure you want to be here; nothing had gone the way you planned and now you’re a million miles away from your family – who had forewarned you that your ex maybe was not worth moving across the world for, but you were in love, you didn’t want to hear that.

Poppy, who seemingly gained some confidence, breezes past her father and finds her way easily into the classroom. You looked back up at her father, realizing you hadn’t caught his name – he tilts his head ever so slightly at you as if he’s trying to discreetly assess you and it makes your palms sweat.

“I didn’t catch your name, can’t call you Poppy’s dad all year now, can I?” you prod causally, laughing despite the stifling air that was forming between you two.

“You can call me Simon,” he replies elusively and suddenly you’re overcome with the feeling that there’s something mysterious about this man – and as attractive as he is, the revelation also makes you feel unnerved.

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[chebyshevptera]

I love that the ninja aren’t ‘mean’ to him and aren’t brushing him off or just deciding to deal with him later or equating everything to a shattered soul They’re actively treating him like someone who has been hurt and used repeatedly. Like they don’t care that Jay said rude and hurtful things to them in the finale, they take it in stride. Cole looks hurt, he doesn’t snap back or brush it off. They’re actively looking at his state and treating him GENTLY, with nya holding him with a smile on her face and cole going for a hug and NOT saying something mean back to him, because they literally know Jay has been used and abused and they’re trying their best to make sure Jay feels like he’s being welcomed home, even if it’s not his home anymore.

Like, even KAI, who has been poking fun at Jay the whole entire fuckin’ season, kept his mouth shut when Jay snapped or pulled away from them during the ending scene. They didn’t treat it like banter because they know it’s not. Its a product of Jay being manipulated into a false sense of security multiple times and they’re responding to his behavior with gentleness

I feel like i’m gonna die

IM FUCKING SICKKKKKKKKKKKANAKAHRKWHEQKEJWKWJH

MY FRIEND. DUDE YOURE SO RUGHT. EVERYTHING EVERY SINGLE BIT OF IT. IM GROSSED OUT IM SICK IM NAUSEOUS IM INCONSOLABLE I NEED TO BE SEDATED

the ninja beat the allegations sooo hard . They’re not forcing Jay to pretend to be someone he’s not. They’re acknowledging who he already is and working with that. They know certain things about Jay already, and they get excited when those things continue to be true, but when it turns out that something is now different , they adapt to it. The only person who has touched jay after he made it clear that he didn’t want to be touched is Nya, and that’s because he needed help walking. After he pushed her away? She left him alone. Walked beside him to make sure he didn’t fall again but didn’t touch him . Cole moved out of the way when jay walked towards him on the steps because he jumped so far that Cole could tell he was uncomfortable. They KNOW he’s hurt, they know he’s scared, they know and they’re adapting to it because memories or not, he is their brother, someone they love more than anything and they refuse to scare him off

Like. they’re all so obviously happy to have him back. they all want so badly to hug him , you can see it in the way they smile and scrunch up their faces when they look at him (nya and kai in particular) but they aren’t going to touch him if that isn’t something he wants. they aren’t going to pressure him into talking about himself if he clearly is averse to it…….

augh. you worded this so well and it’s so detailed I can’t even add anything meaningful onto it. Thank you so much this was a joy to receive 😭😭😭 if u see this please please send me more of ur thouhhrs ….. 🩷🩷

[isaut]

𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅— diluc x fem!reader. 2.1k. ao3

yours and diluc's love has captured the hearts of teyvat, thanks to the steambird and the kamera. in my head this takes place in another fic im working on so the reader only has one arm.

You marry in a simple gown of silk. There’s enough heft of the silk, as it spills around your arms and babbles down your body like a brook, spilling onto the floor, to show off its price. Your flowers drip from the bouquet in your hands– They drip, not droop. Cecilias and lilies, nothing more than an extension of your beauty. 

Your ladyship, the official bits of it, are donned with a strong kiss. One where Diluc has his hand on your lower back and the other on the side of your face– the side that isn’t being photographed. 

Three photos come from the wedding: One of you walking down the aisle: cobblestones lining outside the winery. Lined by simple flowers, a small party gathered to witness. Two, of the kiss. Swooped, leg slightly lifted, completely and contently at Diluc’s mercy. Three, of your head tossed back in laughter and Diluc’s warm gaze trained intently on you, a fond expression on his face. 

It’s later that month when Mona presents you with the newspaper. She had, after all, advised you on when the perfect day to get married would be. All for a hefty price, of course. But if luck couldn’t be bought, you could certainly try. The front page, however, is something like a gossip magazine. MARRIED FOR THE STARS. Step into the whimsical wedding of the century. 

And it’s those three photos. You hide your face behind the newspaper. 

“You know, you should be pleased. People pay thousands of mora for a chance to be right there,” Mona titters, crossing her arms. “You could at least act grateful.” 

“Oh, Mona… We didn’t need a cover page. We didn’t even need it to be broadcasted!” You protest, though there’s a girlish fluttering in your chest. 

“It’s not like anyone else of such caliber is getting married,” Mona huffs. “You should be honored!” 

Diluc is beet red when he sees the cover page. He hides himself behind his hands, fingers hiding under his fringe. “This is mortifying,” He bemoans. 

“I say Donna crying,” Kaeya says, with a shit eating grin and he looks over the front page, turning to page three for the full article. “Just absolutely inconsolable.” 

“Poor thing,” You hum, sufficiently less embarrassed since Diluc seemed to be embarrassed plenty for the both of you. “Maybe we should get it framed.” 

“Hang it up in Angel’s Share,” Kaeya agrees. “Right next to the collection of best wine awards. What do you think, Diluc?” 

“I don’t think it needs to be hung up,” Diluc says, muffled by his hands. 

“I’m going to hang it up,” Kaeya says. “I’ll get a fresh copy from Mona, so you can hold onto this one. Has Adelinde seen it yet?” 

“Yes,” Diluc says, still muffled. 

“I think everyone’s seen it,” You chime in, grinning as you reach over to tuck a strand of Diluc’s hair behind his ear. His face is certainly warm. 

It’s to no surprise that the weddings that follow for the next few years are inspired by the nation of love. That there’s thousands of attempts to grab the same photos, but none of them have the same candidness to that first kiss you shared with Diluc as husband and wife. None of the dresses have the same water-like texture, none of the flowers are fresh in the same way. 

It could be said for money. But the wind was a perfect whisper, rippling through your gown and your hair, keeping Diluc’s hair out of his face. Rumor was that the Anemo Archon favored the Ragnvindr’s love so greatly he made a personal appearance. 

When you’re invited to Fontaine– When Diluc is invited to Fontaine for a wine festival, he grumbles about it. About the journey, about how he has to leave home for months on end. Even though you’re coming with him, he still grumbles. He’s fond of his manor, he’s fond of the way that you’ve bled into every aspect of it. Brightening it with light colors and gauzy curtains, fresh-scented candles. 

He grumbles less, because you’re so excited to go. You’ve listened to your tailor speak for hours about how beautiful the land of water is, about how the art is so rich and the food richer. You’ve listened to nearly every ballet and every opera on the gramophone. And your tailor has treated you so well, to fashions typical and atypical of the nation. 

(His business had boomed too, after the wedding dress. However, he saved his best work for the Ragnvindrs. He’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping to make another splash in his hometown.) 

Fontaine treats the Ragnvindrs kindly. They have first class tours, with nearly everything included. A villa instead of a hotel room. Nightly escapades to the finest shows Fontaine has to offer. For your first journey to the Opera, you’re buzzing with excitement. 

The gown that’s been made for you in warm blue, with shimmers and hugs your figure. It’s a far cry from the simple dresses you wear back home: modest and breathable. With this one, you wrap a shawl around your shoulders and stand in front of the mirror, doing last minute adjustments. 

Diluc is too filled with energy to sit still for so long, focused on just one thing. He hides it well, and age has slowed him down considerably from when he was nothing but a young firecracker. He’s just gotten better at hiding it. At least, he’ll do it for you. He comes up behind you, resting a hand on your hip. The accents on his suit complement your dress, his hair pulled back in a bow of the same fabric. 

He leans forward to press a kiss to the top of your shoulder, hand sliding to rest securely over your stomach. His other trails down your arm to hold your hand, gently adjusting your engagement ring, which glints in the lamplight. 

“Do everything with this hand,” Diluc says, hunched over so his cheek can rest on your shoulder, facing towards your neck. Here, he has perfect access to the scent of your perfume. 

“I don’t think anyone is mistaking me as single,” You reply. Not when the lovable oaf of your husband is draped over you. Not when he stands so close to you the two of you might as well wear the same concoction of perfume and cologne. 

Diluc hums and straightens up. 

“Well. Let me escort you, my lady,” Diluc says, giving a slight bow. 

You respond with a beaming smile and a small curtsey. 

Diluc captures your lips in a kiss, pulling away with furrowed brows. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“You’re just too beautiful,” Diluc replies. 

This time, the newspaper comes much faster. You’re on page three, under a fashion column. MONDSTAT’S PRINCE CHARMING AND CINDERELLA. The article speaks of how such patrons of the arts were so much more patrons of each other, madly in love by gaze alone. 

You’re whisked away to the gala: the actual event you’ve come for. The finest gown is for that night: off the shoulder with large sleeves, tailored and glittering, beaded details accentuated by the diamonds around your neck. There’s a frown on Diluc’s face as he gets ready, does up his buttons and does up his tie. 

When prompted on what soured his mood, he simply replies: “I don’t want to socialize.” 

You laugh, tinkling bells through the room. 

“What?” Diluc asks. “They like you so much more than they like me.” 

“Oh, but you’re the one they want to talk to,” You say, coming over to him. You smooth your hand over his lapel. “I think they just like looking at me.” 

“They should talk to you instead,” Diluc replies. “You’re so much more interesting than I am.” 

“And share me with the world?” You tilt your head. 

“Oh, good point.” Diluc slides his hand back around your waist. The dress truly is something to marvel. Such a marriage of Fontaine’s couture and Mondstadt's simplicity. Diluc’s gaze can’t leave your waist, can’t leave your chest. “Good point.” 

The Steambird gets a quip from you that night, a bright eyed, pink haired girl with a camera approaches you and Diluc, begging for a photo. She has many questions, and expresses such to you, but will only ask you for one. And to forgive her because it’s not wine related. (“Good,” Diluc had said, mostly to himself and you, “I’ve spoken enough about wine.” Charlotte had beamed at that.) 

“Everyone’s been calling you Teyvat’s true fairytale,” She says, recording device poised. “Do you have any advice for those of us trying to find our own fairytale?” 

You laugh, and look up at Diluc, placing a hand on his chest. In turn, his hand sits dutifully at your lower back. He looks down at you, a fond expression on his face. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” You say, tearing your gaze away from Diluc. “I think it just happens.” 

“You can’t be looking for it,” Diluc adds on, his gaze never leaving you. 

RECIPE FOR A FAIRYTALE

A Mondstadt love story is not unheard of. If anything, it has permeated our childhoods, with so many famous tales coming from the land of romance. Growing up, these tales of princes and princesses, who find true love after a fearsome trial of strength, bravery and wit seem so out of reach, as if they linger as stories painted in constellations. Gorgeous to gaze at, charming to consume, delightful to dream about. 

There must be something in the Mondstadt air, whether it be the scent of windwheel asters or the Anemo Archon’s own blessing, given that Teyvat’s own fairytale hails from the tranquil nation. That Ragnvindrs won the hearts of Teyvat when they got married. Sources at the time revealed photos of the event, two lovers intertwined in their own world, speckled by the sunlight filtering through the translucent clouds in the sky. Their vows promised a lifetime of never-ending love, and their kiss was sealed with a warm brush of wind. 

Their love has not run dry. Tonight, at the Festin de Boire, Diluc Ragnvindr and his lady, Ophelia, continue their tour of Fontaine. Dressed by Fontaine’s own Herbert Agustin, the two are fit for on-stage royalty. Diluc’s suit is finely tailored, a warm, dark brown that highlights his cabernet eyes and acts as logs on a hearth for his flaming mane. Tonight, it’s tamed by a ribbon the same shade as his wife’s gown. A stunning, off the shoulder champagne piece with sleeves that billow out and come together around the wrist, embroidered by pearls. Tonally, it matches the bubbling drinks in their hands. It would be remiss to not discuss the stunning set of diamonds that sprawled across her collarbone in long droplets. 

The banquet attendees are just as smitten with the Ragnvindrs as I am. Witnessing the attentiveness of Diluc and the grace of Ophelia, it’s hard to not raise my own crumbling standards when it comes to a partner. Not once did I see his hand leave her waist, lower back or cheek for longer than a few breaths. 

When I spoke with them for a brief moment, it was like gazing into a snowglobe, where a prince and princess stand, eternally in love. Accentuated by the quartet playing, the two of them struggled to pull their gazes away from each other. Truth be told, the two looked so stunning up close, I struggled to pull my own gaze away. 

I asked our lovers the question on all of our minds, one that circulates my own to no end. Do they have any advice on how we can find our own fairytale? 

Ophelia rested her hand on his broad chest, a smile on her face. Diluc’s hand curved around her waist, resting on the bottom of her bodice before the dress expanded into its fullness. It is easy to imagine them back at their winery, standing in their garden in the same position. The same love painted on their faces, only with crystal flies circling about them instead of servers carrying plates of hor d'oeuvres and glasses of wines. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” Ophelia told me, though her words floated up in the direction of her husband. She further confirmed: “I think it just happens.” 

Diluc, who had told me he was glad for the opportunity to discuss matters other than wine (and, if I must make my own conclusions, was euphoric to discuss his wife), added the big secret: “You can’t be looking for it.” 

To think that such a cherished romance simply fell into their laps is almost astonishing. To see such a fairytale, to learn that it came without slaying any dragons, that it fell like an autumn leaf or a ripe bulle fruit… It is the thing of dreams. And perhaps a reminder that the best things in life come to us when we aren’t looking. 

[paperstorm]

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Carlos watches as TK’s arms begin to drop, starting to pull out of the hug, but Andrea doesn’t let him. She keeps him close and TK smiles to himself and wraps his arms back around her.

“We haven’t seen you, since …” Andrea leans back just enough so she can cup TK’s cheek in her hand and look at him.

TK exhales and nods. “Yeah. Thank you for the flowers. They were really beautiful. And the casserole, too, that was really thoughtful.”

Gabriel quietly clears his throat, patting Carlos briefly on the shoulder and then moving toward the kitchen. Carlos should probably follow him, but he feels rooted to the floor. TK’s eyes dart sideways, catching Carlos’s glance just for a second and then returning to Andrea’s.

“How are you?” she asks, finally letting him go but placing her hand on his forearm.

“Managing,” TK answers. “Carlos has been wonderful.”

Carlos swallows. His mother turns to look at him, creases beside her brown eyes as she smiles and says, “I’m glad to hear it.”

His little finger twitches and he puts his hand into the pocket of his jeans. He longs to take TK’s pain away and he feels so helpless, sometimes, when he’s forced to reckon with the fact that he can’t.

Turning back to TK, Andrea gently says, “I won’t push, it’s not the time.”

TK shakes his head. “No, it’s okay. I’m okay. Thank you for caring.”

“I wish I’d known Gwyn. The one time we met, she was so lovely. I wish there was more time, for everyone.”

“Me too.”

“And listen, mijo.” Andrea takes his hands and holds them in hers, shaking slightly to punctuate her words. “No one, no one, could ever replace your mamá and I would never try. But I am always here. If you need some mothering, you just come right here.” 

Carlos licks his lips and blinks, afraid for just a moment about how TK’s going to react. He has seemed okay the last few weeks, and that’s lodged a sliver of worry into Carlos’s mind. He can’t imagine how inconsolable he would be if he lost his own mom, and they haven’t been as close as TK was with Gwyn since Carlos was very small. TK should, Carlos thinks, be shedding a lot more tears than he is, and he’s anxious about what it means that TK isn’t.

When he shuts down like he did today, it is always a warning sign, Gwyn had said once, with tension in her forehead and fear in her eyes. Carlos never knew that version of his boyfriend. TK’s been sober every minute that Carlos has known him, despite how many broken pieces of himself he’d been carefully carrying from room to room while this thing between them was new. Gwyn could sense warning signs that Carlos never can, even though her fears had been unfounded that particular evening. TK was in trouble, lots of it, but not the kind she’d been fearing.

He isn’t worried TK’s been using in secret. They spend every day together, they sleep in the same bed and eat at the same table and lounge in front of the television in each other’s arms, Carlos has at least enough faith in his investigatory and observational skills to be certain he would notice if TK’d slipped. And he trusts TK, he trusts him the way Carlos has never trusted anyone and might never again. He isn’t worried there are illicit substances wedging distance between them. But he’s worried about what TK might do instead, if he’s shutting down and boxing up his grief and walking through the world with vital shades of himself locked away.

But TK just smiles and gives Andrea another long hug. “Thank you. I will.”

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[ohbo-ohno]

i’ve been stalking your most recent ask about the stuffy 👁️👁️, i had this sort of angsty idea on how one day jonny and the reader get into some sort of argument during one of jonny’s off days and out of frustration reader’s stuffy gets snatched out of her hands and torn apart. i can just imagine reader looking down at where the stuffy fell with teary eyes and wobbly lip and starts to absolutely lose her mind because it’s such a comfort item for her and now it torn shreads. i also the idea of both simon and jonny scrambling to stitch back together, jonny didn’t mean to destroy it :((!! he just got so wound up and wasn’t thinking straight!! he’s super sorry and groveling after everything said and done

- 🐏 (if it isn’t taken)

i've left this ask for a few days (so sorry) because i looooove it :(( its so soft and sweet like im MELTING

i do think that serial killer johnny is a little emotionally immature, very quick to overreact to things - especially when you're not behaving how he wants you to. if simon didn't keep him on such a short leash, your captivity with serial killer ghoap would be a lot more confusing and painful

let's imagine you and johnny get into a fight over smth while simon is out in town for a bit.

i can totally see johnny grabbing the stuffy from your hands and feeling vindicated when you get mad at him - cause he's so fucking angry at you and you're just scared so it makes him feel more justified in yelling at you when you're also yelling at him. but he gets really worked up, your anger just feeding his, and... he doesn't even really fully notice when he tears the head off your bear :( he just wants to make a point, yk?

but you're so upset. you let out this agonized little cry that has his heart stopping. that bear has been the one constant comfort you've had in this living nightmare, you genuinely don't know how to cope with the idea that it's gone

simon comes home to a bit of a wreck. you're just crying, absolutely inconsolable. and the more johnny tries to comfort you, the more upset you get. johnny's a little lost - he hadn't realized how severe your reaction would be to losing the stuffed animal, but it's kinda the last straw for you. you just break completely

ghost would probably be able to help you calm down eventually. sends johnny out of the room with a mean glare, makes it clear he'll be suffering for his misbehavior, and pulls you real close to try and fix things. promises you you'll get your bear back, good as new, that everything is ok, helps guide your breathing and holds your ear to his heart.

johnny spends his night agonizing over how to sew your bear back together :( hunched over the little guy with a needle and a thread, desperately trying to keep his stitches clean. he gets to see you the next morning to apologize and give you your bear back, then spends a few days taking his punishment in the basement

simon makes you give johnny all sorts of cuddles when he's allowed back up. tells you both that everything is water under the bridge now, to kiss and makeup <3

[the1975attheirverybest]

ive been having a really hard night, just laying in bed and crying for hours and your blog makes me feel better...I would love a blurb about matty coming home to a inconsolable girl and he just holds her while she cries. maybe even helps hold her up in the shower until she passes out in his arms after they crawl into bed

I'm so sorry you're feeling down at the moment. sending you love and hugs 🩷💜🩷 Of course, im always here if you need anything, of if you just wanna vent.

I've written extremely similar things several times before. Here's one of them

Also, friendly reminder that requests are closed at the moment❤️

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She felt the fabric of his shirt beneath her cheek grow damp, his heart beating steadily, his chest rocking her gently with its rising and falling. The warmth of his body, the lingering remnants of his cologne and the scent of wherever he'd been tonight grounded her. She could feel him actively willing her sadness away. Though he was silent, she knew that he hated seeing her like this. He wished that if he could just hold her tightly enough, love her hard enough, then he'd be able to extinguish the pain and tears with sheer stubbornness and love.

Slowly, she picked her head off his chest, looking at him through glassy, bloodshot eyes, her voice scratchy from crying. "I'm so- sorry- Mat-tty, I just-"

Unexpectedly, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his lashes now wet with her tears.

"No," he spoke, a bit breathless, as he pulled away. "No apologies needed. I'm here. I love you. You don't have to be sorry. This is what I'm here for."

"I just feel- I'm stuck.weak. I don't know what's wrong with me, and-" She swallowed the lump she'd felt forming in her throat.

"Listen to me, hey, look in my eyes, please, baby. Look at me- There is nothing wrong with you, okay? we all have moments like this. It's not weakness. It's human. You're human. You're allowed to feel the way that you do."

Matty had a big, loud, compelling presence. It could be magnetic, or boisterous, sometimes entirely disruptive when he wanted it to be, but what always gave her safety and comfort was this often-hidden side of him. He was always gentle above all else.

"If you need to be a mess then be a mess for a while. Don't worry about the consequences for now. Feel what you're feeling. I've got you. I'll be steady and stable for the both of us. I'll take care of you. Let yourself rest, okay? I promise-"

"No, Matty, no." she shook her head vigorously. "I don't wanna be a burden-"

"shush now. You are never a burden. It'd be an honor and a privilege to love you through this. Please?"

[woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh]

BAC: SECOND VIEWING NOTES!

Yeah i went again on sunday and really wanted to cry after because it's over forever Q_Q i am inconsolable but for the fact that there may be a halloween party... but uhhhhhhh anyway here's what I noticed this time!!

(also here's the notes from my first time for reference [x])

Ad libs:

Final show energy & lots of ad libs! Which were apparently real unscripted ad libs!! A lot of them were just little things (so I can't recount most of them) but they were very very good. the blorbos became real people for a second there

When Rich is looking for Mountain Dew Red at the party, Jenna appears and says "I have Mountain Dew Blue?" and he explodes at her (possibly "Not now, Jenna!")

When Christine and Jeremy talk together at the party, they're sitting on beanbags; after they get scared off by the skeleton guy, they're laughing and crawling back to their seats - Christine, through laughter: "oh where's the beanbag...."

Changes (?)

VIMH: Rich: "The ladies are gonna get to know the real Richard Goranski... And the dudes." Then he stares into the distance for like 30 seconds (a very long time), making calculating gestures in the air (like the woman with math meme) before going "Oh. My god............... I am totally bi!"

Maybe wrong, but I swear there was a wind part added to the middle of Michael in the Bathroom??? I thought it might be a flute or digital flute..... but as a flautist I might be projecting.....

The Play: Multiple thin green lights flickered down on people as they got squipped, with a cute video game chime sound. But fairly certain this was always there and I just noticed it this time lmao

Smartphone Hour: Background acting on the little platform at the very back of the stage: a scooby-doo esque chase sequence where a firefighter rushes on from SR and disappears SL (implied Jake's house is SL); the fireman reappears with Jake in his arms and runs back SR to safety. Then Jake runs back across to get something from his house and the fireman is trying to stop him. Then Jake runs back out of the house holding a teddy bear he saved from the fire; the fireman is chasing him back out of the house. It was fucking hilarious 10/10 especially because I couldn't be sure if it was a new addition or if I just completely filtered it out last time like a basketball gorilla dslfjdslfk

Also on Jake: between the teddy bear and the Upgrade scene (also detailed by Dani) where he's talking about archery while holding a plush duck - unsure dramaturgically if it's supposed to be a real dead duck or a toy, but anyway.... Jake who likes stuffies??? IDK if I buy it but I don't know enough about Jake to NOT buy it and its also a very fun headcanon I think so it's going on the pile for me. he can collect plushies with jeremy as far as im concerned dsljfsdkfjs

Oh yeah Jeremy also had a big white duck plush on his bed. edit: this is actually a seagull plush! Its name is Katie and it belongs to stage crew member Anya!

More details I saw this time

General

Christine actor was actually amazing she has this giggly honk voice she uses when being like obnoxiously loud and silly and idk how to describe it but such intense LOUD SILLYGIRL ENERGY. A little different than the chris im used to and it was fun to see another version of her!!

Maybe I'm insane but I think Christine also pronounced Jeremy kinda like 2 syllables (Jare - me). This extremely slight difference somehow led to me perceiving her singing "Is he worth it? Germyyyyyyy!" IDK Sorry Jaclyn if you are reading this ldksfjdlsk

Lots of times when Jeremy is talking about becoming cool he does little hip gyrations (think Rich at the urinal i guess but more subtle)

Jeremy does this thing where he holds his hand bent stiff with his fingers all together and taps hard on his right temple to express some kind of frustration with the SQUIP- e.g. when he's trying to get the SQUIP to turn on after the first day; during the end of the Halloween party, etc. Actually it very much has the same conceptual energy as "C'c'c'come on....." now that I think about it

Michael blows a cloud of smoke during a few of his entrances (MTS and maybe Halloween - or that was Dustin maybe)

He also uses a vape pen I think? When he says 'we gotta get stoned in my basement'

Preshow montage

Before the show, there's a montage of screenshots from the teens' lives on the back wall --- that is, their selfies and their text convos. Pretty sure the texts were that gossip submitted by fans? I only remember two:

"i heard that guy who wears hoodies all the time only listens to weezer" <- (I only noticed this one 'cause it KILLED ME honestly I feel like Jeremy would love Weezer and Michael would hate it sdjkfljdsf ) edit: this text was submitted by @/thesquirrelqueer!

I don't remember who was on which side, but Brooke or Chloe sending Chloe or Brooke a big comforting text after her breakup and making plans to go get ice cream I think?

MTS

"Dad haven't you ever heard of privacy?" He says this while putting on his belt after the opening.

Jeremy's actually gesturing towards his locker for like the entire conversation between Brooke, Chloe, Jenna; when they notice him finally it kinda looks like he's just pointing at them and that's part of why they think he's weird I think?

M: "Humanity has stopped evolving!" Jeremy then takes like 20 seconds of looking confused before going (approximately) "is that supposed to be good...?"

"Christiiiiiine Canigula!" Each Christine section he eventually (around 3rd time) starts using this fanboy totally-losing-his-mind-over-this voice which is REALLY hard to describe but i'll try: like lower & less articulate, like how it sounds when you raise your soft palate (?), and going up at the end kind of laugh-like like he's really excited. (For a bmc reference maybe sounds a little like will roland's tone in i even got some blood flowing / with no computer screen around). Anyway i'm not gonna lie it did make him sound really lame jsdlkfjdsf

"Why can't someone just help me out?" As Jeremy sings this bridge it's all dark except for a light on him. Students line up chairs behind him and sit down. At this line, two guys walk forwards on either side and touch his shoulders (looking kind of solemn / sympathetic) , and guide him back to sit in the chair in the middle. Then the lights come up on everyone and more group choreo wheeee

Post-ILPR MTS reprise

Christine: "Sorry, Jeremy, did you say something?" -> after this scene, she runs off giggling loudly, apparently glad to not be interrupted and VERY visibly excited about Jake asking her out

Jeremy sings "I don't wanna be special / Don't even want to survive...." (Instead of usual "Don't even need to survive.") Not sure if it was intentional but it happened at both shows I saw and made me sad both times noooooo........... guy...........

Squip song

Rich actually rubs his hands all over Jeremy's face (in addition to his arms)

"Top secret can't even look it up on the internet type shit": Rich looks to the side and mimes a rectangle (computer screen) then mimes typing where the keyboard would be

2PG

"I don't want that to be my future! Sad, and alone, and ... " - The music cuts out at "sad" instead of at the beginning of this line.

On their relationship in general, I think Michael irritates Jeremy more than fanon typically has it lol. Very excitable Michael who kinda lacks volume control (in several scenes - including VIMH even after Jeremy tells him to be quieter). Constructive interference of autism etc etc

(Again fun to see this!! as a jeremy stan i am definitely guilty of making michael a godlike perfect friend to jeremy and like.. no... they don't actually mesh that well even just in the script!! Often times Jeremy doesn't understand or care about the things Michael says. So yeah absorbing this into my headcanons now thank you)

Also back wall was this like vaporwave looking low-poly 2 person first person shooter game footage (think wolfenstein but with a very different aesthetic - purple and blue, and i think with some objects depicted in mesh).

BMC P1

When Jeremy's spasming on the ground (last time I thought he looked mostly in pain - this time he was vibrating a bit more like he lost muscle control) - local build-a-bear employee Jared Kleinman (JARED KLEINMAN...) and some other people start filming him.

Jared keeps filming him through the scene until SQUIP: "All they see is you having an animated conversation... with yourself." Jeremy turns and notices him; Jared doesn't stop filming but just waves at him nonchalantly (in a mocking way like hey buddy welcome back to reality)

Jared also has a BaB apron and BaB backpack on (or a bear sticking out of his backpack i dont remember). Pretty sure he also had a bear with him in another scene, probably Halloween?

"Lookin pretty sexy, brooke" -- says it in like a low Elvisy voice (like will connolly)

BMC P2

"Everything about you is going to be wonderful" -- Jeremy rolls up his cardigan sleeves so they're just below the elbow. (One of them slipped back down and he put it up again but I didnt think it was intentional lol). I was surprised how much instantly cooler that made him look but maybe that's just because my older brother wears his sleeves like that ljdsfkdsfklsfdlk

......also note that MICHAEL usually wears his sleeves rolled up like that in this production.... inch resting.....

MTS reprise

When the lights first come up, Jeremy is snoring with his head hanging off the side of the bed. He stops breathing for a second, then jerks awake.

GTIKBI

Chris: "I know you and Jake used to date...." Chloe and Brooke simultaneously go "Oh my god, no!!!" --- Chloe to Christine (mockingly), meanwhile Brooke is unrelatedly browsing her phone and says it in distress because she (implied) has just seen that Eminem died. As convo continues, Brooke sits next to another student (Leo Collins?) and shows them the article. (She still says 'yeah jake is so gross' to Chloe, just sounding upset)

Upgrade

I ALREADY SAID THIS BUT JEREMY AND BROOKE WERE SO CUTE TOGETHER JLKSDFLDFSJ. I decided to only watch them during this song (/ _ \) Based on their acting when they walked near the stage stairs, they had climbed to the back of the bleachers and were walking precariously on the outside of the railing - specifically, they went over the stair railings - first Brooke and she teeters a bit and jokingly pretends like she's gonna fall off; Jeremy goes under the rail, comes up on the other side and does a gesture like *tada!*. Then they sit down together and are talking and its just really cute. making me ship puppy love over here jdsifojdslkfdjsflk

Halloween

Michael was at the dance in costume - during a certain point (I think right before Rich starts losing it) Michael gets lost out of the group choreo, seems to be stressed out and runs off stage (presumably to the bathroom)

One of the guys is dressed up like Guy Fieri and it's really good. Like I remember last time I even had a moment where I realized I was interpreting this actor as playing The Real Guy Fieri At Jake's Halloween Party. Also in MITB he uses his hat (which is a combo of visor and fake hair) to knock on the door.

DYWH

Chloe: "...rock this baby fast asleep" then, laughing: "Goo goo ga ga!!" and she kinda topples onto him. The actress said she got this from the West End production!

When Jeremy says "I can't stand up." It was kind of implied it's because he has an erection not because his legs are frozen; right before this line he stands up then sits down and puts a pillow in his lap. Either way though ig it was still the SQUIP stopping him (S: "you're welcome.")

GTIKBI reprise

as Dani pointed out, Christine was sitting kinda numbly on the beanbag with headphones on; she takes them off when Jeremy starts talking to her.

Voices in my Head

Jeremy's wearing an X-Men shirt!

Re: expensive headphones - Michael's rubbing Rich's shoulders (???) when he says "I'm sure someone would be lucky to have you" (and then of course he still says but not meeeee while sending him flying)

"Throw you a rope home slice if you need some dope advice" Jake fist bumps with Jeremy (or equivalent gesture i dont remember)

Stagedorks kiss: after C says yes, they walk to the center of the stage. Jeremy rushes forwards and puts his hands on her cheeks (i think?) to pull her into a kiss. They separate, beat, then Christine goes forwards again and they have a long slow kiss while the ensemble keeps dancing and singing around them.

Not intentional i dont think but Patrick the Jeremy actor was crying a bit at the end /( T_ T \ )

OK YEAH i might add more to this if I remember and/or edit it back into the first post...... but hope that was fun to read????

[randomwriteronline]

I've been re-reading your notes on your Adoption AU and there's so many neat points.

The way each turaga bonds with and helps the kids, as well as the specifics. Like Nokama helping Gali find a way to vent her anger safely, and encouraging her to be angry in the first place. Or Vakama nonchalance to Tahu's declaration that he'll run off to find his siblings. "Sure, just let me kit you out first so that you can survive."

The body horror related to the Toa Mata's origins in this AU.

How you've adapted the Toa Metru's hordika transformations just gives me so many feelings. It's horrifying, and heartwarming in the ending. They only want to care about their kids and won't hurt them.

Velika is delightfully scary, as is Artakha.

The twist in the ending, how the Toa Mata unravel everything and didn't even intend it that way. Also the irony that Velika's plan likely would have failed like this ultimately even if everything else went according to her plans.

aAAAAAAA THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

im sososososo glad the kids n turaga are good i love them so much. at last i can lean entirely in the familial affection i want to project onto their canon counterparts without fucking it up. AND im happy taht the villains are fucking off putting despite in Velikas case being like, A Normal Woman while the protagonists are all weird ass pieces of cosmic horror disguised as ppl technically. i mean. as normal as she can be. AND YEAH IT WOULD HAVE ALL BEEN FOR NOTHING... thats both funny as hell and so so terrible.

ACTually i do have. a few more stuff i forgot to mention like KOPAKA ISNT COMATOSE FOR LIKE THE WHOLE SECOND HALF OF THE PLOT, when his sibs touch him he starts getting better and gets out of the hospital and stuff, he just has to, you know. get back in his body properly. because he was Snow for a hot second there

or when Tahu becomes fire Vakama throws himself in a blazing inferno and pulls him back out essentially through the beads Tahu made for him... or Nokama and Whenua throwing themselves into the ground/sea wading through it until they pull their kids out... or Matau holding onto Lewa's hand in the middle of a tornado...

OR. speaking of the hordika. i have two specific scenes that are so clear in my Mind

first one is shortly after Velika activated the trigger for the transformation and the Turaga scattered to keep the kids safe from them somehow, and Whenua manages to get Onua in a ventilation shaft. Onua ofc thinks his dad is coming along and starts panicking when Whenua fucking shuts it behind him (also bc hes scared of heights so yknow) and tries to reach for him through the grates but Whenua starts giving instructions on how to avoid HIM - he cant climb anywhere so the kids need to stay off the ground, he cant crane his neck but hes got good hearing, stay away from his back elgs bc theyre very strong and dangerous, etc. He tells Onua he's a smart boy and to keep his siblings safe and then he just keeps repeating that he loves him so so so so much as he goes through this horrendous change more and more violently until hes full on just a monstrous animal screaming and scraping at the wall trying to get to his son and Onua has to scuttle away in tears

and second one is later on, while the Turaga are in full pursuit. Pohatu is running away but hes distracted, so he falls down some stairs and gets hurt super badly - nothing broken but it hurts so much he straight up cant stand up or move for a little. and Onewa finds him (hes a big predator with so many Sharp Fucking Teeth) and approaches him quickly and Pohatu is bawling his eyes out bc his dad is going to MAUL HIM and then theres this huge tongue licking his face while Onewa whines inconsolably. hes like RED ALERT BABY HURT CLEAN BABY IMMEDIATELY and hes nudging him with his nose and whimpering trying to understand how to help him and hes laying down next to him with his big scary body curled up around him just Licking Him. Pohatu snaps out of shock like dad thats gross! thats gross!! thats gross... and he starts crying HARDER bc his dad loves him SO much even tho hes a big fuck off scary ass beast and hes been lookin out for him this whole time still... and then Onewa pulls him up by the scruff of his shirt and puts him on his back and they go around like that. and Velika is looking at that and going "HM. I MAY HAVE MISCALCULATED."

also Nuju def takes a bullet for his boy and Nokama absolutely jumps Velika the moment she comes close to her daughter and maybe lands a big fuckoff bite on her. and Gali kicks the fuck out of Velika for all of ten seconds when her mom is neutralized bc Nokama taught her well

[ralexsol]

i am going through so many emotions right now. im going to throw up. i am inconsolable. that finale was so fucking good but it hurts so fucking bad. i literally got off the couch to sit directly in front of the tv after loki sat down in the throne. the music is too fucking good and it literally is crushing my heart and makes me want to die. i was 9999999999999999999999999999999% sure that when mobius went to his spot on the timeline, we were gonna see loki standing in the background, watching, just for a split second. but no mobius and loki are separated and they didnt kiss and mobius is taking a deep breath and he is alone. and loki is alone. and they will mourn each other for eternity. loki ascended to their full potential. she is the god of stories, the god of time, the god of infinite power because the world bends to her and she controls everything. and she is alone on her throne. and they will watch mobius forever, so close to touch and yet so far away. can't they go down there? if they really are that powerful, can't they hold onto mobius one last time? can't they take him by the hand? can't they smile in the warm ohio sun, time passing? just the two of them. for all time. always.

[ghostly-smiles]

Currently thinking about how Marcy or Jun Long would comfort/talk to either m! Or f!sole survivor after blowing up the insititue and losing shaun. (Lets pretend synth shaun dont exist in this scenario)

Sole is absolutely broken. Every thing theyve done, everything they fought for, was to FIND shaun, and get him back. Then they had to deal with the horrifying truth that Shaun is now much, much older than previously believed, and also the leader of a much feared faction that has commited atrocities to the Commonwealth. They had to then go against their son for the good of the commonwealth (or synths, or brotherhood, depending on what ending, but Im leaning towards the minutemen im this scenario). Your final words with him were ones of bitterness, even if you apologize and tell him you love him he still responds with disgust, wanting nothing to do with you in his last moments.

Now the insitute is gone, blown to smithereens, Shaun is dead, the final tie to soles old life- their only child, that they fought so hard to get back. Theyre practically inconsolable, not Nick, or romanced partner, or close friends of sole can comfort them. Sole finds themself back in Sanctuary, in the babys room, that they havent brought themselves to touch even after learning Shaun was no longer a baby and no longer needed a crib, or a teddy, or a bottle.

In the case of a f!sole, she spends her time clutching onto Shauns old baby clothes, somehow having survived through time as much of soles other things did thanks to Codsworth. Refusing to leave the corner of the room she tucked herself into, to talk to anyone, as she sobs, because its the only thing she can do now. Mourning everything that was lost because before she didnt allow it- she couldnt, shaun was out there still she couldnt spare a moment to shed a tear cause it meant a moment wasted in finding him. Eventually Marcy finds her way in, not exactly berating sole, but telling her she needed to get up and move on. Everyone loses somebody, the world keeps turning. Thats when sole looks at her, and Marcy sees that anger in her eyes- the same anger she still carries herself after Quincy and losing her son. She kneels down to sole, as they shared eye contact- and now mutual understandings of their losses- and she pulls sole into a hug. Sole sobs in her arms, but finally, when they cried so much they couldnt cry anymore, Marcy stands up, holding out her hand and helps sole up. They still had their grief, their anger, and sorrow. But they had work to do. To keep moving on. Because a mothers love never stops- even when the child to love is gone.

[okthatsgreat]

Finally, what would your ocs choose if given that choice at the end of lgowab.

OOOOOOOOOO FUCK YESSS i love oc questions always and forever mwah mwah mwah

spoilers for lgowab under the cut!!!! and i mean SPOILERS this is like. the very end of the story gfhdskgk

ooooooo this is a tough one... this is assuming that danganronpa had been watching them pretty heavily throughout this convention, enough for them to be selected as the one to MAKE the choice in the first place.......... half of these people would not even make it this far but ASSUMING THEY DO:

• rie: kyoko. brainwashed into being anti-ahl, is very frightened and desperate at that point and would shove a lot of the responsibility onto kyoko rather than do anything too "risky"

• ryobe: hard to say honestly, could see him not shooting. isnt able to hold any gun in his hands and would have shit aim regardless just because of how bad he would be shaking. this isnt to say that team dr wouldnt just take out whoever he had pointed at themselves but still i think he either becomes so inconsolable that he doesn't shoot or he ends up mayyyyybe firing at makoto. or maybe at himself idk

• naomi: doesn't make it to this point in any universe, but if she hypothetically did i reckon she'd be similar to ryobe in that she can't find the strength to shoot somebody else (which is all ironic and crap) OR she fires off at the director, gets everybody else in the building killed in the worlds most awful mirroring of her own killing game, and THEN takes herself out

• billie: depends. she's an easily influenced character who latches on to different charismatic presences for guidance. her choice depends on who managed to get in her ear throughout this entire killing game i reckon. most basic answer is she doesnt shoot, but i can honestly see somebody from the ahl getting in her ear and swaying her towards shooting makoto but that ahl member would REALLYYYY have to work hard

• yoshito: oughgh probably kyoko. he's an extreme pacifist so it would hurt him a lot, but i think he would have been poisoned by team dr enough that he reluctantly takes the shot rather than abstaining. maybe in one universe he gets so fed up with how his class has been treated he points at the director but kyoko seems far more likely

• mika: honestly. makoto. she's a lot more vindictive than yoshito is, not to mention she would project a lot of her own resentment towards her not having a talent onto him. he is the ultimate lucky student that "made it", that became the ultimate hope but then BETRAYED everybody, and he is everything she wants to be and everything she totally despises. makoto definitely

• erin: also wouldn't make it this far due to ahl (especially considering the fact team dr would have had to have been watching her for a while for her to be making this decision in the first place!!!). hypothetically if she was there it would be an immediate shot fired at the director or makoto

• sae: ouguhg this ones tough. because she would really think about it she really really would. she's smart and (maybe???) calm enough to know that not firing at anybody will get herself killed, same with firing at the director, and shes not willing to let that happen so she's going to aim her gun at SOMEBODY, just unsure who....... her decision would rest a lot on how she went through this killing game as a whole and i can honestly imagine a lot of different outcomes for her so it's a tough choice. because shes on the enforcement team im gonna say that kyoko is most likely but makoto is a close second

THANK YOU FOR THESE QUESTIONS SO SO MUCH THEYVE BEEN FUN <333!!!

[mookybear12404]

i have been delightedly following your w 359 liveblogging!! and i would love to hear just your initial thoughts on the finale! incomprehensibility welcome!

THANK YOU ANONNNN Imma put this under a read more to avoid spoiling anything

deep breath SCREAMS IM LITERALLY INCONSOLABLE ABT EIFFEL!!!!!!! THIS MAN!! WILL NEVER GET TO SEE HIS DAUGHTER AND REMEMBER HER!!! (tbh Im actually kinda conflicted about how I feel about that choice narratively. Like, they executed it VERY well, but part of me can't accept that this was the best conclusion to Doug Eiffel and all of his mistakes. idk I still need to process the grief first before i can be sure) You know what I do think was narratively satisfying tho? MINKOWSKI WITH THE HARPOON. I GO FERAL EVERYTIME I THINK ABOUT IT. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WAS LITERALLY CHEERING AND SCREAMING ALSO. SHE CALLED HIM DOUG ALSO ALSO HERA. NOT LOOKING LIKE PRYCE. IN THE MINDSCAPE. 10/10 IM SCREAMING. I DESPERATELY WISH I KNEW WHAT SHE LOOKED LIKE AHHH Also??? Like Im very happy that lovelace gets her happy ending but I cant stop thinking about how they NEVER really expand on the fact that she's an alien. Like. specifically planted to make her way back to earth and gather intel on human. that was a whole debate for a while that was never really settled and I feel like there's GOTTA be repercussions for that down the line

ALSO ALSO Gotta say I absolutely LOVED Kepler turning on Cutter and how it went down bc OF COURSE this dude isn't just suddenly going to turn a good guy!! but also. killing humanity when YOURE A HUMAN TOO IS TOO STUPID EVEN FOR HIM Okay that's the most coherent I can get out abt them but. my brain is still PROCESSING this finale AHHHH until then I'm just. holding the crew in my mind so tenderly. I want them to all have their happy and peaceful life on earth again. They stick together (rip minkowski's husband having to process that his wife isn't dead while also trying to feed the extra family members renee dragged in) and eventually tear apart goddard futeristics and find a way to give Hera a body and all live happily ever after PLEASE GABRIEL URBINA THEY DESERVE THIS.

[future-ghoost]

HEY IM BACK - living for Kyra lore tbh

28. Describe a smell that reminds your Tav of childhood.

30. What does your Tav want more than anything?

31. How does your Tav cry? What are her laughs?

32. Does your Tav have regrets? How do they carry them?

33. What are your Tav’s approval and disapproval triggers?

All these questions!

Lucky I bought some writing snacks for this weekend.

28: Happier memories: similar to what you wrote about Aria. She feels safe in the forest, and the smell after rain reminds hert of when she'd run away from the castle with Ryn.

Not so happy memories: The warm smell of kicked-up dirt from a dry/dusty courtyard. She'd have to train all throughout the year and the summers got hot in Korella. Often she'd have her father or whatever trainer constantly screaming in her ear to be better.

30: I think what Kyra ultimately wants more than anything is to be settled. Sure, when she was younger she had a home, but she never felt safe there. She was always on edge or trying to run away from the castle. When she finally did escape, she was picked up by the Nautiloid and had a tadpole shoved in her brain. Settling down for Kyra means having a home - a place that's hers without forcing her to become something she's not. It means being around people she loves and who love her unconditionally. And it's the safety that comes along with both of those.

31: Kyra's very in touch with her emotions. Despite everything she's been through, she has quite a healthy way of dealing with them (for the most part), so it'll take a bit before she feels like she needs to cry. When she does, it's usually because of something unresolved/traumatic from her childhood. Usually this will display as overcompensating to try and make herself feel better, but if she feels back into a corner, or is forced to relive her past, then she'll probably cry. When she's upset, this will begin as withdrawing in on herself and being quiet. Usually she'll cry in silence (she learned this habit from being around her father so as not to draw attention to herself). When she's really upset, she'll be inconsolable. She'll curl into a ball and sob.

Her laughs are usually breathy - like a chuckle that's just a smile and some breaths. Obviously, growing up royal, she was trained to be reserved - some habits stick. She does find herself funny, so she's likely to laugh quite hard at herself even when no one else does. Occasionally, she'll find something so funny that she can't control herself and will end up with tears streaming down her face while she holds her stomach.

32: Her biggest regret (as unreasonable as it is) is not being able to stop her father. Like I've said before, Kyra carries a lot of guilt over where she comes from. Although she was just a child, she regrets not being able to stop him from becoming a tyrant, or stop his reign of tyranny. She spent her entire life being scared of him, but she also feels the guilt that came along with allowing herself to be scared of him.

33: Approval triggers:

Being kind to animals.

Bringing her snacks

Protecting the innocent

Laughing at her jokes

Having a strong sense of justice

Disapproval triggers:

Demanding payment for doing a good deed

Hurting people who don't deserve it

Being too stubborn (she likes stubborness sometimes, but hates it when its unecessary/unproductive)

[lifewiththelulus]

Mimi was always the first between them to wake up. Not just because she started preparations at the store early but because Hazel, despite being steam, could sleep like a rock. Though getting herself untangled from said stone like grip was a challenge. Wrestling free she took just a moment to gaze mirthfully at her wife cradling a pillow. The early morning haze allowing her to imagine for a moment, something or maybe someone else between them. Remembering with a start the nights full events she hurries quietly to see if Mason had awoken. Stopping in the hallway her gem grew bright at the sight before her. Sunflower was watching over him, as she had always done for Mimi as a child. She was truly a sweet old girl. Mason has seeming gotten quite comfortable through the night,splayed out in a silly way and sand covering the couch and floor. She stifflied a giggle, wishing almost to wake Hazel just to see it.

As much as she wanted to stay in the peace of this moment she knew she needed to call the orphanage now that the lines were back up. They might accept their story but it wasnt exactly legal to pick up a kid off the street the way they did. She heard Hazel stir and enter the room. She could tell Hazel found as much joy in the scene as she had as she barely hid tears. Gesturing to the phone Hazel understood what she needed to do. "Good morning sweet potato, why dont you make our guest some of your turf cakes while I take the phone. "

She didnt need to be in at work till 10 and normally she would revel in the time with Mimi but now her steam was in knots, there was so much to say,so much they didnt know, a million reasons not to do this; but something her father taught her from hearing that story over the years was there could be a million no's but one yes that was more important than any of it, plain and simple love.

When Hazel gets off the phone she enters the kitchen with a dower expression, until she sees Mason fully awake,poorly sneaking sunflower food over the counter with Mimi exaggeratedly pretending not to notice. everyday could be like this she thought,her heart aching with want. She mentally scolded herself again, she knew even if this could happen for them it would take a long time. Shoving everything aside for his sake she finally says "Good morning bud, wipe off that sleep sand we're going for a ride".

the more Mason talks excitedly about places he sees and how theyll go together like its obvious,the more Hazel feels ill. She grips the handle trying to will her precipitation to hold shape as the tears well up behind her goggles. The closer they get to the orphanage, the more anxious he becomes, gazing up at her with worry. She cant bring herself to meet his eyes as it comes into view. "ms. Lumen, why are we here, i thought stuff was ok I thought we were home now". The staff came out relived to see him returned safely. She looks at him with a forced smile "its gonna be ok, just wait for me ok?" They talk for awhile behind closed doors before Hazel is allowed to speak to him again. his body shook as she bent down to his level. "Mason listen to me bud…you are always part of our home no matter what happens,but we cant just take in a kid like this,its..its more complicated than that. Im going to fight for you I promise, but it might take a long time and you wont always see us ok?". He shook and pushed her back."i dont understand" His sand was starting to clump together from tears.

"Mason please understand its not that we dont care about you-"They always say that" he interrupts. "They say they want me, my first mama said a mixed kid was good for videos" he says confused as to what it even meant. "They say they love me until my sand gets too much to handle,you're the same, nobody wants a mixed kid". He was inconsolable, a woman nearby tells hazel that its ok, hes always like this,shes free to leave. He shys away from her touch when she reaches out so she just says " Mason, Im mixed, I understand how hard it is,how elements look at you, how elements dont know how to act around you,i know". He looks up confused "huh, no way youre air!…right?" She laughs slightly "I can pass for it some days, and some days I was trying too, but my mom is fire and my dad is water. They came together even when it was hard because they loved each other, and that made me,steam.And my brother" she added smiling. He looked at her with awe and wary. She continued "We want you in our family Mason;just like my parents fought to have me we will fight for you.I want to hear your stories and maybe, maybe if you're lucky, ill ride in a balloon with you".

He still looks wearing but she coaxes a smile out of him. "Okay but you have to pinky promise or else" he said pouting. "You got it bud" Hazel laughed before growing serious "just wait for us ok, even if it takes a million years you'll come home, I promise"

She can't help but look back as she gets on her bike. Mimi meanwhile has been been texting Flint, both trying to explain the situation and asking if there's any way they can sponsor them