#and then the other person finally found happiness in a place she hated. she literally found a family within richmond

[devotioncrater]

coming out as a ted-goes-back-to-kansas hater. coming out even more as a ted-goes-back-to-kansas-and-X-follows-him hater

[xanasaurusrex]

I was wondering if you would write Clarisse larue x daughter of Hecate headcannons??

⇢ ˗ˏˋ clarisse la rue x hecate!daughter ࿐ྂ

a/n: okay so there is a full fledged fic coming of this but i just thought this would be cute for some general clarisse x hecate!daughter!reader content bc i love writing headcanons

okay so first thing's first, this pairing is the definition of opposite's attract

clarisse is just such an intense person, and hecate kiddos are like, famously chill

you probably fell for clarisse first, from afar, because hecate kids and ares kids don't generally run in the same circles

like there's no bad blood or anything, they just aren't very alike so they don't usually hangout

once clarisse did notice you, the two of you started hanging out pretty frequently

there was a period where you both had heart eyes whenever you were near each other, but were both convinced that the other would never like one, and so you were both just practically prancing around each other, doing your best to hide your feelings

(and not really succeeding)

this period was pretty much hell for all of your friends

because the two of you would rave to your mutual friends when the other wasn't there about how much you like each other, and they would just have to sit there and internally scream and hope that you two get together soon

you probably found out when someone accidentally let it slip that you two like each other

after a very long, heartfelt conversation, the two of you were officially dating!

now for the dynamic of your relationship!

clarisse is extremely protective over you

if anyone even looks at you wrong, she's there defending you

you find this really romantic, but sometimes it can get overwhelming because you don't love confrontation, and she does, so sometimes you just want her to leave the situation alone

she can usually tell when you're in this mood, so the two of you just leave the situation before clarisse can get more heated

you're one of the only people that can really calm clarisse down

as previously aforementioned, she's a very intense person, and gets really intense emotions that she doesn't really know how to deal with them, which is something you can help with

just being in your presence calms clarisse down

going back to the protectiveness thing randomly, clarisse always makes sure that hecate cabin is on the same team as ares cabin, and even though everyone knows it's so she can protect you, everyone pretends they don't know

hecate kids obviously participate in capture the flag but they're not the most helpful

so you're not all that bothered when clarisse takes you to a nice, safe place in the woods where she hunts around you to make sure that nobody gets close to you

one time someone from the blue team managed to snag you as a prisoner for the red team, and when clarisse found out she went on a literal rampage

chiron had to step in and tell clarisse to calm down

when blue team finally released you, clarisse just held onto your hand with a really angry look on her face

when you two were alone she finally expressed how nervous she'd been

another big thing to mention: you are clarisse's biggest weakness

she loves and cares about you so much, and as much as she tries to hide it, she kinda can't, so she knows that if anyone were ever trying to get to her, they would go to you first, and she really hates that

there was a time in the beginning of your relationship when clarisse tried to break it off, saying that it wouldn't be safe

and you reminded her that you are also a demigod, and just existing as a demigod isn't safe, so she'd better just get over it

she did, and now the two of you are still together and happy!

clarisse tries to pretend like she has some independence from you, but everyone knows that she doesn't

clarisse gets even more irritable during the winter months because she can't see you everyday like she can during the summer when you're both at camp

clarisse is a year rounder camper, but you aren't, so she always tries to get you to come back for weekends and school breaks

you're always giving clarisse different crystals to help with different things

one of the first things you gave her was a rose quartz necklace, and she practically never takes it off

she rarely ever takes it out from under her shirt because again, she's paranoid about the whole thing of you being her biggest weakness

but it's always there, and she sometimes can be seen holding tightly to it when in tense situations and/or nervous about something

she thinks of it as somewhat of a tether to your love

which sounds cheesy, so don't ever tell anyone clarisse told you that

or else

(she says jokingly)

clarisse is a very touchy partner

she likes to act like she isn't, because she's all tough or whatever

and wanting to be hugged and cuddled every once in a while means that she isn't tough apparently

you've told her a million times this isn't true, but she doesn't believe you

sometimes the two of you will cuddle in front of the campfire, and clarisse is always hesitant because there's so many people around, but all you have to do is bat your eyelashes (and occasionally make grabby hands if she's feeling more stubborn) and then she's there, cuddling with you

when the two of you are alone though... oh my god she will not stop touching you

if you like get up to go to the bathroom she starts complaining immediately about how the two of you were all warm and comfortable and then you had to go and ruin it

she shuts up when you come back though

when you brought clarisse home to meet your mortal parent... let's just say it was an entertaining day

clarisse likes to present herself as a very put together person, and that not much can shake her

but oh dear gods

you're sure that you've never seen her look more nervous than on the way to your mortal parent's house

like sweating and stammering and acting soooo nervous

she wants to make a really good impression, but kinda believes that she can't

it doesn't help that you kiss her in front of your front door to help calm her down, and THAT'S when your parent opens the door

she actually does end up making a good impression, but she still leaves thinking it went horribly

it probably would take a lot of convincing for clarisse to introduce you to her mom, if she ever does, because the two of them aren't on the best terms

basically, the two of you are so freaking in love it kinda disgusts your friends, but it's better now than it was when the two of you were pretending you didn't like each other

thank you so much for reading! there wasn't a lot in this abt the hecate!daughter thing it was basically just dating clarisse headcanons so i apologize for that but i am open to doing a part 2!

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: You Make Loving Fun*

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summary: you and joe are taking your first weekend trip away after having your twin boys. you two take the private jet and alone time to your advantage.

warnings: smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

imagine universe: into the mystic

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(y/n’s pov)

October 15th, 2023

“oh my god, i’m so fucking excited!!” - you grinned

joe’s big hand on my lower back was leading me towards the steps to the private jet he had rented for this special occasion.

i turned to face joe, wanting to see his reaction to the jet but he was too busy slipping money to the guy that had loaded our bags into the plane.

after joe thanked him one last time, his blue eyes locked with my eyes and a large smile spread on his lips.

“you like it?” - joe smiled

“it’s so damn cool! that things awfully big for just me and you, was there no smaller options?” - you

“there were, but i kinda just wanted to impress you.” - joe

“joseph. we’ve been together too long for you to think you have to impress me.” - you

“i don’t think i have to, i wanted to. now let’s get inside, there’s something i wanna show you.” - joe

joe moved in front of me and took my hand, practically yanking me up the stairs since his long legs allowed him to take them two at a time.

“joe! slow down! i don’t have long ass legs like you.” - you

“oh shit sorry, baby. i got excited.” - joe

i had to giggle at that, his childlike wonder always coming off so adorable.

when joe and i stepped through the plane door hand in hand, the flight attendant was there pouring red wine into two glasses.

the plane was actually more roomy than expected, there were a couple different places to sit but joe opted for the two chairs that faced each other with a small table between them.

“mr. and mrs. burrow, welcome aboard! it’s lovely to have you! can i interest you in some of our red wine?” - flight attendant

“that’d be great, thank you.” - joe

she placed the glasses in front of us, making sure not to spill anything.

“10 minutes after we take off i’ll be back to take your dinner order. also, after we take off feel free to roam around. there’s the bedroom in the back that you guys can take a nap in, or just sprawl out to get comfortable.” - flight attendant

joe and i thanked her before she retreated to the cabin.

“there’s a bed on this thing?” - you

“yup. that’s what i wanted to show you.” - joe winked

“you trynna get me going, burrow?” - you

“i’d never, burrow.” - joe

even after being married for over a year, hearing joe call me by his- our last name never failed to make me blush.

joe referring to me as his wife or calling himself my husband would never ever get old.

“seriously though, this is gonna be a long ass flight even on the jet. i’m prob gonna knock out at some point.” - joe

“sounds fine with me, we can head back there after dinner and cuddle.” - you

joe nodded with a smile on his face. he was so happy when i finally agreed to go on the trip. since the twins had been born joe and i have had 0 alone time together, so he really wanted to have a getaway just the two of us. it came as a surprise to you since joe was no doubt a homebody that hated leaving the house.

i took a long look at joe while he was busy looking out the window, the stubble he’d recently grown out giving him a sexy af dad look that made me want to pounce on him.

joe and i still haven’t had sex since i gave birth to the twins 3 months ago, but i was growing super impatient. this is the most built joe’s physique has ever been and he drove me literally insane.

“god, you’re such a dilf.” - you

“excuse me?” - joe’s stare left the window and found you while he chuckled

“you’re a straight up dilf.” - you

when joe stayed staring at me like i was a crazy person, i started to explain what the acronym stood for.

“joseph, it means dad i’d like to fu-” - you

“i know what it means!” - joe cut you off

“then why’d you say excuse me?” - you

“you said it out of nowhere, you caught me off guard!” - joe

joe and i laughed for a few moments before we were interrupted by the flight attendant walking over to take our order.

our time waiting for our food was spent by talking about what we wanted to do on the trip, what we were looking forward to seeing the most, and honestly how much we missed the twins.

not even 15 minutes had passed and our food was being brought out to us. joe opted for soup while i got the salad.

there was a comfortable silence that fell over us due to the fact we were eating, but joe broke it.

“that dressing looks weird as hell.” - joe

“it’s good. wanna try?” - you

“eh, sure i guess.” - joe

i user my fork to make sure to get one of every piece of the salad in one bite, along with the dressing. when i handed the fork over to joe, some of the dressing dropped into his finger and his face showed a look of disgust.

at first i was just gonna let him cringe till he wiped it off on his napkin, but this seemed to be a perfect opportunity to tease him.

i leaned across the table and grabbed his hand. he was confused at first but when i sucked his finger into my mouth and licked the dressing off, his mouth hung open.

pulling off his finger with an audible pop sound, when my eyes met his i recognized those wide pupils that only seemed to darken his baby blues with pure lust.

“fuck.” - joe mumbled

“taste the dressing, baby.” - you

a smirk formed on joe’s face, a telltale sign he has just come up with an idea.

“here.” - joe handed you the fork

“c’mon! you gotta try it!” - you

“i’m going too, just eat it first.” - joe gestures towards the spoon in your hand

i put it to my lips, chewed, and swallowed all while still being confused to what joe was up to.

opening my mouth to ask joe what he was up to, he leaned across the table and captured my mouth with his. his tongue on my bottom lip asking to enter, and when i opened my mouth just a little bit his tongue was circling around the roof of my mouth.

“damn.” - you mumbled

when joe pulled away, that smirk was still on his face and the lust still shined in his eyes.

“it’s not bad.” - joe shrugged

“boy please.” - you roll your eyes

joe laughed and continued to eat. there were times i’d catch him staring, or his gaze would linger on my chest for a few seconds before looking away.

“you’re zoning out on me.” - you

“am not. i’m admiring you, you look ridiculously gorgeous today.” - joe

“thank you, joey.” - you smiled

joe’s eyes flicked down to my salad bowl and when he saw that it was empty, his excitement only grew more.

“wanna head back to the bedroom?” - joe

“i could def take a nap!” - you

“def not what i meant.” - joe winked

“maybe later? i need a nap first.” - you

“you can’t just suck my finger like that and then reject me.” - joe

“i’m not rejecting you, you goof. lemme get a 30 minute power nap in before we do anything like that.” - you

joe rolled his eyes but eventually got out of his seat, he walked over to where i was sitting and put his hand out to help me up. it was a habit he’d made during my pregnancy since it was hard for me to get up with my big bump.

“c’mon, momma.” - joe

we walked hand in hand through the small hallway of the jet, joe opened the door in the very back where the small bedroom was revealed.

joe led me over to the bed after shutting the door behind us, tripple checking that he locked the door.

the bed definitely wasn’t the ideal size, way smaller than the one we have at home. that was evident when i laid down and was the full length of it.

“babe, i think you’re gonna be bigger than the bed.” - you laughed

“calling me fat?” - joe gasped

“no! you’re 6’4, baby. if i’m the length of the bed, your feet are definitely gonna dangle.” - you

joe plopped down onto the bed and laid flat on his back, i had to laugh when his feet hovered in the air at the end of the bed.

“joey, your feet!” - you laughed

my laughing muffled when joe pulled me into his chest, his own laughter filling the room.

“roll over. if we spoon i can curl up and fit.” - joe

“yes sir.” - you teasingly bit your lower lip before following orders

“stop that! god, i hope this fuckin nap goes by quickly.” - joe

once joe seemed to be comfortable, and completely on the bed, i shut my eyes and drifted to sleep.

*time skip*

(joe’s pov)

i wasn’t that tired, so i just cuddled up to y/n and let her sleep. it was 15 minutes in when she started moving around. i just thought she was stirring in her sleep, but when she started grinding her ass against my crotch i knew this wasn’t just restless sleeping.

“baby?” - joe whispered

pushing myself up on my elbow to see her, i was met with a peacefully asleep y/n. the room in my pants was starting to get tight, and i really didn’t want to wait 15 minutes till her 30 minutes would be up.

this one particular time where she ground into me a little too hard, a groan escaped my lips and in return she moaned my name.

“y/n? are you awake?” - joe

“joey…” - you whimpered

fuck it.

i gently shook her shoulder and when her eyes opened she was gasping for breath.

she looked at me like she embarrassed, her cheeks flashing red. i hadn’t even asked her about her dream, but i’m guessing the grin on my lips and my erection pushed against her behind was enough clues.

“so, how was your dream?” - joe

“oh no. please tell me i didn’t do anything stupid.” - you

“i wouldn’t say moaning my name and grinding on me in your sleep is stupid.” - joe smirked

“oh my god! im so sorry!” - you

“no reason to be sorry, baby. it’s super fucking hot that i can make you moan even in your sleep.” - joe smiled smugly

“your ego is huge, joey b.” - you

“not the only thing about me that’s huge, wanna see what else is?” - joe

she hesitated for a second, so i let my hand roam from her waist down to her ass. when she instinctively pushed into me more i moved forward and pressed my lips onto hers.

“i thought that having sex on a plane was illegal..” - you

“they just gonna put a bed back here and expect us not to fuck?” - joe

“joe!” - you laughed

“i’m being serious, y/n.” - joe

“sorry.. what’s the game plan?” - you

i took one of her hands and placed it on my bulge before continuing, her eyes shined with lust.

“you practically tortured me in your sleep, i want your pretty lips around my cock.” - joe

a smug smirk formed on her lips, she loved hearing me talk about how i wanted her.

in a matter of minutes we were heavily making out, clothes flying across the room till we were both completely naked.

y/n maneuvered me to where i was sitting at the edge of the bed, and she lowered onto her knees between my spread legs.

i tilted my head to the side as i watched her examine my hard dick, not in a weird way, she was more admiring it than anything.

(y/n’s pov)

“you’re perfect.” - you reached forward and wrapped your hand around his length, giving him slow pumps

“i- i don’t know about that.” - joe

i looked up at him through my lashes to maintain eye contact as i licked over his tip. the groan that left his mouth hitting me straight in the crotch.

“oh god-” - joe groaned

removing my hand from his length, i licked the underside of his cock and took him in my mouth.

i had dropped my eyes from his since my nose was met with his happy trail, but occasionally i’d look up at him just to see his perfect top teeth sunk into his plump bottom lip.

he moved one of the arms that was holding himself up and laced his fingers into my hair to help guide me to his standards.

“holy- shit!” - joe

joe wasn’t loud in bed. praise, mumbled curses, and groans being his go-to’s, but due to the fact it had been over a year since we’ve done this i wasn’t at all surprised when he let out a louder moan.

i pulled off of his dick for a moment to lick and suck on his balls. ghosting my fingertips over the veins in his cock, i knew he was close by how his hips were bucking up.

“please- baby, i’m so close. i wanna cum down your throat..” - joe

still massaging his balls with my hand, i closed my lips around him and he pushed my head down to where his tip hit the back of my throat. a loud moan left his lips and i felt the hot spurts of his climax in the back of my throat.

“fucking hell-” - joe groaned

joe was still breathing heavy when i pulled off of him completely, he fell back against the bed as his chest heaved.

“you good, baby?” - you

“better than good.. that was insane.” - joe

i laid down next to him and he immediately pulled my head onto his chest, peppering kisses on my forehead.

“you ready for a nap now?” - you giggled

“oh hell no! this isn’t over.” - joe

“oh?” - you

i could barely finish my word when joe flipped us over to where he was leaning over me.

“you think i’d pass up getting inside you? absolutely the fuck not.” - joe

“then get inside me, joe.” - you

joe looked down at me with lust blown eyes, they were scanning my face till he leaned down and pressed his lips onto mine.

i was expecting his cock, so when he ran two fingers through my folds, i gasped out.

“you’re so wet, mama” - joe kissed you and entered in his fingers

“all for you-” - you moaned

a moment later, he disengaged his lips from mine and moved to where he was between my legs. joe moved to prop my knees up and pulled his fingers out of me, quickly replacing them with his tongue.

“oh god, joe!” - you moaned

i clenched around his tongue making him moan, the vibrations only making the experience better.

“i’m close!” - you

joe picked up the pace and it wasn’t long till i was screaming his name while wrapping my legs around his neck.

there was a few seconds of silence before joe unwrapped my legs from his neck and leaned over me again.

“you okay? it wasn’t too much right?” - joe

it was so sweet for him to check up on me, this was our first time since i gave birth and joe just wanted to make sure it was a pleasurable experience for me.

“it was perfect, really perfect. i think i passed out for a second.” - you laughed

joe laughed before placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

“grand finale time?” - you

“grand finale time.” - joe confirmed with a wink

i watched joe slowly stroke himself before he was lining his tip up with my entrance.

“listen. if it starts to hurt, you want me to stop, slow down, or if you want to do something different just tell me okay?” - joe

“okay, joey. i love you.” - you

“i love you too, honey.” - joe kissed your cheek

my arms wrapped around his neck as joe slowly entered me, once he started moving i realized something. this wasn’t fucking.. this was making love.

it was different from the sex we had before the twins, but it definitely wasn’t bad- it was more intimate in a way.

“god, i missed you so much.” - joe

“i missed you too…” - you moaned into his neck

joe started to pick up the pace, he was beginning to overcome his fear of hurting me.

“you feel so good, baby.” - joe

finding myself starting to get lost in the feeling of him, i couldn’t even form a response.

“i’m not gonna last very long!” - you

“that’s okay. this is about you, my love.” - joe

after a few more steady thrusts, that unmistakable feeling swarmed in my stomach.

“joe- joey.. i’m gonna cum!” - you

“cum, baby. let go for me.” - joe grunted

second later, my orgasm washed over me and the way my walls were fluttering around joe’s dick had him not far off either.

“don’t you dare fucking stop.” - you

“you sure?” - joe

“don’t stop till you cum too.” - you

joe resumed thrusting and a minute later his moans were getting more frequent.

“gonna- cum!” - joe

i grabbed his face and pulled him down to me, put lips engaging in a kiss that was nothing but filthy as he stilled inside me before finishing.

joe collapsed on top of me and i immediately wrapped my arms around him to start rubbing his back.

“i love you, joe.” - you

“i love you too.” - joe mumbled into your neck

i continued to hold him till he eventually pulled out and rolled off of me, he almost immediately pulled me into his chest and kissed my head.

“joey?” - you

“mhm?” - joe

“it’s kinda cold.” - you

joe sighed and sat up, climbing out of bed to check the cabinet next to it.

when joe opened the cabinet doors, a neat stack of throw blankets were revealed.

“voila!” - joe grabbed a blanket and tossed it at you

he turned around to shut the doors and i quickly leaned up to playfully slap his bare ass, i only giggled louder when he glared at me.

“you’ve got a nice ass! i mean can you blame me?” - you laughed

joe laughed with me as he fell onto the bed and pulled me into him again.

“i feel like knocking out for a couple hours.” - joe

“we can do that, as long as we wake up early enough to get dressed before we land.” - you

“sounds good.” - joe yawned

I raked my fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek, life with Joe was crazy but he sure made loving fun.

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authors note: might not be the only fic of mine coming out tonight 😏😏

here are the requests that made this fic;

hope you enjoyed! 🫶

[acotar-taylorsversion]

Another Little Rant

I'm sorry, but not everyone wants Lucien.

Not his court. Not his brothers. Not Tamlin. Not his mate.

Rhys only puts up with him for the sake of an alliance. And I think Feyre only keeps him around because of the friendship they once had. Azriel hates him and I don't think Cassian, Mor, and Amren care enough to about him to really say anything.

This is why he's finding his own place and home with the Band of Exiles. Hence the name.

Now, don't go thinking I hate Lucien. I can hear y'all now thinking I'm the worst person because I don't put him on a pedestal. I don't particularly care for him. I only see him being beneficial to Vassa's story, because I do think the small moments between them are cute and they might actually mean something. I'm convinced that this is one of the very few reasons why she has kept him around this long. I never found Lucien as this exciting, funny character. I almost put down acotar when it first came out because I found Tamlin boring and Lucien annoying and I was convinced Feyre was either gonna end up with the boring one or the annoying one (but then Rhys came along 🥰). The only thing that got me through the beginning of acomaf was because I could smell feysand from a mile away. And don't even get me started on the end of that book.

I don't see the appeal in elucien at all. I'm convinced the only reason people support that ship is because of the fact that they are mates and they have this unusual obsession with Lucien. Don't know why, honestly. I don't know how people can read where Elain literally loses her newfound boldness, shrinks into herself, and literally hides in the kitchen refusing to pour water in a cup to make him tea and think "omg I can't wait for them to fall in love 😍." Like, if Sarah makes them endgame then I will be convinced that she forgot about every other acotar book she has written. And don't say "well if you don't want to read about fated mates, don't read acotar." She's talking about rejecting the bond and exploring what happens after and who's the only other couple who hasn't accepted their bond yet? Yeah, that's right, Elain and Lucien. I can only assume it's gonna be them who reject the bond. And yes, that would mean Lucien not having his mate. But, you know what, he's a grown ass man and he's not the baby everyone treats him to be. "Poor baby Lucien, he'll be so heartbroken." "He deserves his mate, he deserves to be happy."

Like what about Elain? Eluciens don't care about Elain at all and nothing will ever convince me that they do. She has found her place in the Night Court with her sisters, and her new friends. She is happy there. She is finally accepting her new life now, and she's doing all of that without Lucien.

Sorry for the rant, y'all. I don't care if no one likes this or comments on this or anything. this is my blog and it is my safe place to express how I feel at certain moments.

And, please if you disagree with me, then by all means let me know. I'm open to any and all discussions.

[bloogers-boogers]

Hi! I have a lil au idea for you! Pretty much my first idea for Adam and Michael. Get the popcorn 'cause this is gonna be long.

Lucifer and Michael were quite invested in the two humans. Lucifer kept drooling over Lilith but Michael was the opposite. Something about Lilith's attitude just pissed him off. She was quite arrogant and bossy, always shooing his lover away or ordering him around to make him go away then telling Lucifer something else. Adam from the first moment adored Michael and Lucifer but Lilith also hated Michael.

Michael once made the mistake of calling Lilith out on her behaviour. A fight between Lucifer and Michael broke out. Fortunately it was broken up by Sera and no one got seriously hurt. Adam tried to ignore all the things Michael said but some things started to click. Adam distanced himself from Lilith and Lucifer.

Michael got punished, worsening his punishment by arguing with the elders about Lilith. He felt betrayed. They used to stand by him. They used to trust him but now, things are changing. Michael started to leave his office less and less 'til another fight broke out between Michael and Sera. Michael ended up leaving to the garden to meet Adam again. Adam told him that Lucifer told him that he is getting a new wife. A woman named "Eve". Michael was surprised. No one even told him about it. Lucifer and Lilith in the meantime are living their best lives in the garden. Eve was created and Adam hell for her like no other. He was finally happy.

Lilith got jealous and asked Luci to help him.

A couple of days went by and Adam was going to his lover with Michael to introduce him to her. They've found Eve but...she was on top of Lucifer, both of them red in the face. Michael was furious with his brother.

Eve tried to explain but all Adam said to her was "You're just like her" then ran away from the scene. Michael asked Lucifer if he was proud of himself but before Lucifer could answer, his brother was already gone.

Michael went after Adam and had an idea on the way. Maybe he could help Adam get revenge. Michael forged up an idea to manipulate Eve into eating the apple.

They did just that. Lilith got curious after seeing Eve's change in personality and ate the apple as well.

The elder angels found out and banished Eve and Lilith onto Earth, giving them help to create humanity on their own but other than that, they were on their own.

Michael and Adam were banished to hell for what they've done.

A long time later, Adam and Michael had a daughter, Charlie...

Ik it's just a swap au but it's kinda fun. I haven't yes Adam AND Michael in the places of Lucifer and Lilith yet.

Have a rose for reading all this:🌹

DUDE I SWEAR I READ THIS LIKE THREEE TIMES ALREADY I’m such a sucker for swap au and let me tell u this is the type of fic I’d read omygod lsbelwbdwñeb 💖💖💖

I love the idea that initially Lilith would hate Michael but eventually grow to like him once Adam deals settles in heaven (so not only Adam speaks of him but she has to meet up with him in the meetings so she eventually starts developing feelings for the king of hell), so in the exterminations maybe she’s the leader of the exterminators now? And she’d go there and try provoking Michael and flirting but Michael is so down bad for Adam he doesn’t even bat an eye!

Lucifer is literally being cucked as a great karma for what he did to Adam in this au! Like, Lilith is no longer in love with him but uses him to hold power in heaven (she literally picked Eve over him back in the garden). She also flirts with Adam at his arrival albdwlsbwlw at first it was just to be a bitch to him but eventually she genuinely wanted to score him. (but ofc Adam was only annoyed by her advances.)

Adam deal has something to do to protect his family so he’s forced to be up there but he’s still madly in love with Michael, though, he’s also force to be around Lucifer a lot more (the angel would look for him, *cough cough* he’s enthralled by the first man. Also bc this is kinda of a great excuse for him to speak with his brother which he misses to inform him of Adam’s doings.) Adam is not allowed to be with Michael, speak with his daughter or in hell unfortunately.

Eve whereabouts still remains a mystery (but Adam knows where she is. I feel they somehow made up at some point and are acquaintances at the very least.)

And I feel Michael’s way of dealing with his depression unlike Lucifer’s who tries to avoid his responsibilities and locks himself away, Michael will indulge with them and even add more to the pile, working nonstop. Shutting himself in his office (instead of workshop) and be like this workaholic king who shuts down any possibility of distractions and family time (poor Charlie…) he may even do the opposite of Lucifer who was always hiding in his castle, while Michael would rarely ever be home! Like traveling through all rings dealing with deals, meetings and all that stuff.

Either way I NEED MORE OF THIS OMYGOD 🔥🔥💖

[taddymason]

What do you think about S6 Jay? I've always felt conflicted about his character due to this season, (but that comes from the fact that Skybound is a total mess). I didn't like how he used his wishes to impress Nya so she would date him. It annoyed me that he kept making decisions that wronged his friends because he couldn't let go of the idea she didn't want a relationship with him. I'm conscious this is the consequence of the messy love triangle from season 3, but it would've been nice to see Jay growing up from his relationship with Nya. (And if the writers were so desperate to make Jay and Nya endgame, at least they could've shown us Jay apologizing for everything he did during the season (lying to his friends, not accepting her refusal). They could've shown us Nya bring up the love triangle, and why she went for Cole when she was with Jay. You know, resolve the problems in their relationship and the things each of them did).

But no, they show us Jay making his final wish: "I wish you had taken my hand, and no one ever found that teapot in the first place". That decision feels like he hasn't progressed about his relationship with Nya from the start of the season. At the beginning of Skybound, she clarifies she doesn't want to be with him, so why would Jay wish she had taken his hand? Like, she's dying, and he's still thinking about that moment. What the hell? There were so many ways that scene could've gone, instead of Jay making her do something against her will. (Kind of? I think that depends on the interpretation of each person).

On the other hand, I didn't like how Nya's feelings were handled. One of the main problems her character had to face in season 6 was feeling she wasn't able to choose her destiny. She found out she was destined to be with Jay, and Nadakhan was forcing her to be with him. She literally said she felt that her whole life had been defined by other people, rather than by herself. However, at the end of the season, Jay wishes she had done what she didn't want to do at first.

I don't know, Skybound feels like an amount of missed opportunities for Nya's and Jay's character development.

Oh, skybound. skybound.

This season is a disaster for me and probably the season I feel the most conflicted about.

Overall I think most of the characters this season are pretty ooc. From Cole making sexist jokes for no reason, to Lloyd remaining strangely quiet throughout the EP5 conflict, to Jay throwing his own friends' security out the window to be with Nya. NOT EVEN S3 JAY (which was also a low point) WAS LIKE THIS. Even with all of his insecurities or rivalry with him, as soon as the situation demanded it or Cole was in danger (S3EP9) Jay could focus on what was at stake.

Instead, for some reason during the middle of the season Jay is EXTREMELY desperate to be with Nya to the point that he doesn't even care about his own team.

Look, I don't even mind that they make a season where Jay is an asshole and has to confront the consequences of his actions to learn to be more mature and aware of what he does (most of my fics are like that anyway). Do they want to do a season where Jay lies until his mistakes blow up in his face and where his selfishness is finally tested? I'm on board. If there is something that makes him such an interesting character, it's his flaws. Jay is selfish, he lies very often, he is opportunistic, and that makes his arcs so different from everyone else's.

Now, I hate that this is all solely because of his obsession with Nya. I've said it before but the worst thing about Jaya is when she becomes Jay's only motivation and interest to do everything he does. The season punishes Jay for resorting to wishes, not for continuing to believe that he has the right to be with Nya as if it were a necessity for him. The moral of the season shouldn't be "if you wish something enough, you'll find a way to make it happen" but; you don't need to be with someone else to be happy. Jay doesn't have to depend on Nya for his own happiness, and the season surprisingly never says otherwise.

From start to the ending, Nya remains Jay's final motivation. Literally her final wish is him imposing her will on her again (I know the wish supposedly didn't affect Nya but I think it's a mistake to make a character's wishes remain static from the beginning to the end of history).

so basically the season is a bunch of wasted potential that could have been a really good season to develop both characters. There are good things in S6, I'm not going to deny it. Jay from EP6 onwards has some pretty good moments, like him learning to be a leader, showing that he is a capable and intelligent member who ends up motivating others (Jay inspiring people is a rant for another day). And it's probably the most seriously the show takes his character.

I think the season would be better if it ended up addressing other things as well. There are many hints of Jay feeling worthless, Jay being insecure because he is poor/weak, believing he needs to be with Nya to be happy. And the season doesn't do much with this anyway. So, wouldn't it be better if the season wasn't Jay and Nya getting back together, but rather Jay realizing his own worth as a person? What if Jay resorts to wishes because he doesn't feel valuable as a member of the team? because he starts to believe that Nya is a better blue ninja than him? Or because his powers begin to fail and weaken as he is not maintaining his true potential by allowing himself to be consumed by his own insecurities? There are MANY ways to resolve this conflict without having Nya come back to him as some kind of prize.

...This is spoilers for my Skybound rewrite btw

but yeah, I agree with everything you say, Jay and Nya deserved better this season and I think what affected it the most was making the ending have to be these two getting back together with just ONE episode of them speaking sincerely

Sorry for the long post, Ty for the ask! ^^

[littlespoonevan]

What is the couch theory? 😅

oh anon, where do i start!!!!! this is possibly my favourite subject of all time so apologies in advance if this gets rambly askdjfh

okay so the couch theory goes all the way back to s5 of 911. at the start of 5B buck asks taylor to move in with him, right? and because she brings all her stuff with her it means they have double of everything, including two couches. so buck gets rid of his and they keep taylor's

however in 5x18 buck and taylor break up so she moves out and, of course, takes her couch with her

when we meet buck again in s6 a few months later he still hasn't found a replacement couch. over family dinner with eddie and christopher, chris makes a joke about it (like father, like son) and buck tells him and eddie that, "he doesn't want to choose the wrong couch again" heavily implying he means he doesn't want to choose the wrong romantic partner again (he also says his last two couches came with girlfriends since ali presumably helped him pick out the first one when he moved into the loft in s2).

the episode ends with buck moving his armchair to the place his couch used to sit and sitting down with a smile on his face, suggesting he's content on his own for now and thus, the couch theory was born:

buck's next couch/romantic partner will be the Right one

so we go through the whole of 6A with no couch developments and no real allusions to it be tHEN in 6B after the lightning strike buck's parents comment on his lack of couch and his mother decides she's going to buy him a couch (which is the adult equivalent of getting him a new bike when he hurts himself but that's a different post)

so margaret buys buck a couch but obviously, it's all wrong. because buck didn't choose it himself. it's not comfortable, he can't relax on it, can't fall asleep on it. and in an episode where buck is feeling smothered by everyone's attempts to check in on him it doesn't offer the comfort he needs so what does he do???

go to eddie's house of course!

and you'll never guess what happens, anon:

buck falls asleep on eddie's couch in about five seconds flat!!!!

to say 911 had me by the throat at that point would be an understatement lmao

bc that means eddie's the couch, right?????? what other implications could there possibly be when buck has been using his couch as a metaphor for a partner and he falls asleep on eddie's couch so quickly, suggesting he feels safe and comfortable there??? i said it that time but it would literally have been less suggestive to have him sleep in eddie's bed than it would've been to have him sleep on the couch at the point skdjhf

(and none of this is even getting into the fact that when buck wakes up eddie is the first person buck is honest with in the episode about how he's feeling after the accident, further cementing the idea of him being buck's safe space)

anyway by the end of s6 kameron gives birth on buck's couch and effectively ruins it meaning it's time for him to get a new couch again. now this is where everything falls to shit and i WILL be bitter about this for the rest of my life lmao but basically because of the fear of cancellation s6 sort of pivots in the last few eps and the finale makes an attempt to give each of the characters a mini happy ending in case it really is the overall series finale. and buck's 'happy ending' was to ask natalia (who he'd recently started dating) to help him pick out a new couch

now my personal opinion?? i Hated that. not even from a buddie perspective, just as someone who is very dedicated to buck's seasons long romantic arc and the couch theory, i thought it was really weak and far less satisfying than if he'd just ended the season single. especially bc the point was buck was supposed to pick the couch himself. but!!! some people are suggesting he still doesn't have a couch in s7 (though it's hard to tell since all the shots we've gotten have been in the kitchen) so i am privately holding onto the hope that the couch theory lives on aksjdfh

TL;DR the couch is eddie. eddie is the couch 🛋️❤️

[collapsedglasshouses]

An Angel for Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 3]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PART ONE; PART TWO

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]

SUMMARY: Following Noah through his daily life, let Jules no other option but to help.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions/hints of sexual interactions/acts, mentions of death

A/N: HELLOOO! Finally the third part of the series, it took me a bit because my life is stressing me out right now. University is starting again soon and I'm changing jobs… but enough of my private problems, this chapter excited me, because it takes a closer look on the dynamic between Noah and Jules. I really like it. I hope you enjoy it too and if so I would appreciate it if you reblog this part! Thank you so much for the great resonance on this work and now enjoy!

TAGLIST: @trvshdxddy @blackveilomens @crimson-calligraphyx @measuredingold @cncohshit

If you wanna be added to the taglist of this story, please DM me or let me know in the comments!

Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

Four weeks. Four weeks since she first met Noah. Four weeks since Jules had died.

The past four weeks had been filled with her watching Noah live and breathe. She saw him produce music, she saw him eat, and she saw him talking to his friends about the tour that would start in a couple of days. Hell, she even saw him getting horny and doing not-so-PG things, even though she respectfully left him alone during that.

She had learned that Noah was a chronically stressed person. Just like she was. He was literally trapped in his own head. A picture-perfect perfectionist.

She had watched him record a segment over and over again, because he somehow wasn't happy with his results, even though he had a godlike voice.

Watching him struggle like that made her mad. Not because he annoyed her, but because he reminded her so much of herself that she started to hate herself a bit for how hard she was on herself when she was still alive.

She noticed, he had this crippling anxiety about letting down the people he loved. Just like she had. It was cruel to watch him suffer so much.

The more she got to know about him, the more she felt like looking into a mirror. Something she didn't like. Nobody liked to be reminded of how broken they really were. Jules was no exception. The more she watched Noah, the more she was forced to reflect on herself.

She had this cruel need of wanting to tell him how good he did and how loved he was, but she couldn't. He had no idea she even existed. That fact was something that made her even more bitter.

Her living self was slowly fading away.

She had noticed that she didn't need to breathe. She could just sit there and watch. But the silence that came with it was even more painful, so she decided to just go on using her useless lungs. She also noticed that she couldn't look at herself anymore. She had no idea how she looked. Likewise, she would never have the opportunity again to see herself.

Was it possible to suffer from post-death-depression? Because if something like that existed, she definitely had it.

She also 'met' the others.

There was Jolly, the guitarist. She had often found him playing some melodies, when he had free time. He was rather quiet but always knew the right words, when needed. She lovingly decided to call him Dad Omens.

Than there was one Nick, they called him Ruffilo. He was the bassist of the band. Sometimes when Noah got on her nerves, she searched for him in the house. He calmed her down without even knowing, radiating unbelievable calmness and composure.

The other Nick, Folio, on the other hand, was a total goofball. He was the drummer of the band and closest in age to Jules, even though that didn't matter anymore since she was going to be 22 forever. He definitely was the funniest out of the group and made her forget about her misery for a couple of seconds a day.

Than there were their other friends: Matt, the tour manager, Davis, amazing artist with an adorable dog (Max) that might have already barked at Jules about five times, Steven, who was responsible for their merch and Bryan, their photographer. Each of them had absolutely unique talents, that amazed Jules individually.

Right now she found herself in the living room. The boys were eating dinner and discussed some important tour things. The room was heated with tension. All of them hadn't got enough sleep the last couple of days. That lead to them arguing over almost every bit they said.

Every word they said to each other felt like a bullet, there to hit someone personally. For Jules, it was like a car crash, she wanted to look away but seemingly couldn't. With that thought, she slightly chuckled to herself. She just knew people were staring at her accident.

God, she really began to hate people...

She slightly dissociated when the discussion became even more heated. The last couple of days made her reflect on herself more than she ever had. Every little thing she did just seemed so useless at the moment. When she heard the boys argue like that, she could just think about how irrelevant it all was. What if one of them died tonight? Each of them would regret every bad word they said to each other.

Jules snapped back to reality when Noah jumped out of his seat. "You know what? Fuck this. I'm going." He exclaimed directly at Ruffilo's face, causing Jules to raise her eyebrows. What the hell had happened?

She quickly got up from her spot on the couch and followed him upstairs, where he just grabbed a jacket and his car keys before making his way out of the house, not even once flinching when Ruffilo called after him.

That was definitely something what made her different from him. He was stubborn as hell, while she nearly almost gave in every time.

She ran after him and somehow managed to land on the passenger seat of his car while he cursed out Nick under his breath. Jules was almost sure where Noah was going. There had been this girl - Jules didn't catch her name - who was occasionally visited by him. They weren't in a relationship, but Noah seemed to let off some steam when he met up with her. It bugged Jules when she was honest with herself, but she didn't really know why.

On one hand, she really thought the girl's vibe was off, but on the other hand, she blamed it on her awkwardness when it came to intimacy. It wasn't like she never kissed anybody, she actually managed to have her first time, too, but never really had the urge to seek a sexual relationship with anyone. When she was honest with herself, she only had sex with that guy because she wanted to know how it felt. She quickly realized that she wasn't sexually attracted to someone when she didn't feel an emotional connection. And since she hadn't had the opportunity to fall in love in her short span of life, she never felt the need to have sex again after her (more than bad) first time.

In the first five minutes of the drive, he still muttered to himself how annoyed he was with everyone, but then the atmosphere slowly changed. Suddenly Jules experienced the most gruesome goose bumps she ever felt, and her gaze shot to Noah, who, to her horror, had closed his eyes.

FUCK. WHAT DO I DO?

Jules' heart started to race. She didn't know what to do. She ran a hand through her hair, while she saw how the car slowly got closer to the side of the road.

"Fuck" She exclaimed, frantically looking around the car to see her options. At first she tried to grab the steering wheel and even though she could get a grasp of it, she couldn’t force it to turn.

She let out a panicked scream before looking at the sleeping Noah. She snapped her fingers in front of his face and screamed. "WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU DICKHEAD."

When he didn’t move, Jules groaned in frustration, and before she knew it, she lashed out and slapped Noah on the cheek, who almost let out a scream before stepping on the brakes, almost smashing Jules against the windshield.

Noah held his cheek while looking around him in horrors and Jules knew she had fucked up bad. Was she even allowed to do this? Was there something like angel jail? Would she be fired? Was that even possible?

To her surprise, her slap must have redirected something in his brain, because he turned the car and drove back. He even put on loud music to make sure, he wouldn't doze off again.

Jules couldn't even look away anymore. Her gaze was fixated on his face. She wouldn't dare let that happen again. She kind of felt like it stirred up her death trauma. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she would make sure he wouldn't get killed by a car. That was her package to carry.

Noah didn't seem to have caught his breath again when he parked his car in front of the house again. Jules still felt guilty while she followed him back into the house, but she was more than pleasantly surprised when she saw him go up to Ruffilo's room and knock against the door.

"Yeah?" - "Can I come in?" - "Sure."

With that both of them stepped into Nick's room. Jules felt herself get kind of excited when she entered Nick's room, since it was the first time for her. She quickly made her way to the corner of the room like she was trying to be even more invisible.

"I'm sorry for screaming at you. I shouldn't have done that." Noah told his best friend, who was leaning against the headboard of his bed. He eyed Noah for a couple of seconds before nodding. "It's okay. We are all exhausted as hell, and the tour hasn't even begun."

Noah nodded and sighed at the same time.

Suddenly, Nick narrowed his eyes a bit and stared at Noah's face, causing Jules to become equally aware of something she hadn't noticed before. Noah's cheek was colored in a slight red tone.

"Were you at her place again?" Nick wanted to know causing Noah to eye him confused. "What do you mean?"

Nick waved his hands to indicate to Noah what he meant. Jules could see how Noah's cheeks turned a slight pink, and she would have lied if she said hers didn’t change colors, either. Becoming Noah's guardian angel also gave her information about Noah’s likes and dislikes when it came to a certain topic. Whether she wanted that or not.

"No… No… I wasn’t at her place… I wanted to go, but…" Noah answered but stopped for a second to think. When he was being honest with himself, he didn’t even know what to think.

"What?" - "I… I just…" Noah ran a hand threw his hair. "I almost slept in while driving."

"Are you okay?" Nick asked him with widened eyes.

"Yes… don’t worry… It was just kind of weird." Noah explained to his best friend. "It almost felt like someone slapped me in the face."

"Maybe it was your adrenaline and you hit your cheek or something." Nick tried to explain, while Jules looked apologetic, even though nobody could see her. It felt like neither Nick nor Noah believed his words.

Noah just shrugged his shoulders, before he took a deep breath. "Maybe I should get some sleep."

Nick nodded at him and with that Noah left Nick's room after wishing him a good night. Jules quickly followed after him.

She was still tense from what she had done earlier. She didn’t know what consequences her slap would have and what her intervention would do to Noah. She just knew it terrified her to her core.

So when Noah laid down on her bed, she set on the edge for a while. Noah on the other hand stared at the ceiling and was deep in his thoughts. Jules hoped he would just blame it all on his adrenaline rush. She wished she could just take his thoughts away from him.

She sighed before looking at Noah. He had closed his eyes but Jules felt that his mind was definitely still racing. When she looked at him like that she saw his beauty in all display again.

She couldn’t deny how beautiful he actually was. With his dark hair and even darker eyes. His small freckles on his face. His long lashes. These tattoos. Just everything about him spoke to her, even though she was pretty sure she would have never approached a man looking like him while she was still alive. Not that she was intimidated, but her parents would have died on the spot seeing her.

Her, a soft girl, always being dressed in light colours, playing the violin and having little to zero experience when it came to social interactions closer than hand shaking.

And on the other hand, him, almost always being dressed dark, except a couple of shirts she saw, being the vocalist of a metal core band and being the exact opposite when it came to romantic or at least sexual experience.

To her surprise it didn’t take long before she heard him breathe deeper and she knew he must have dozed off. Her gaze fixated on his face again.

She exhaled in frustration before turning to Noah. "Never do that again, Noah."

Without even thinking she reached out and stroked his cheek in a swift motion. When she saw him frown lightly, she quickly withdrew her hand and panicked she might have woken him. He just sighed and turned to his side.

Jules took a deep breath before standing up and leaving his room. She needed to establish some rules for herself, beginning with the most important…

Never touch him again…

READ PART FOUR HERE.

[nagiseishirosbby]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐄! 𝐒/𝐎

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓(𝒔): Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Shoko Ieri (MENTIONED IN GOJO'S)

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒔):-

𝑨/𝑵: I was inspired by a Mortal Kombat 11 hc I seen yesterday last night, and I wanted to do it as well. Also, they're in high school!

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: How would it be like if Suguru and Satoru was with a Mute! Reader.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐄! 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄:

For some reason, Geto really wanted to know what your voice sounded like. He really did

So he tried to make her talk by saying to her, "When are you going to speak?" Or "I wonder how beautiful your voice will sound."

After a couple attempts, he gave up and decided to communicate just by writing on paper

It has been revealed that she can talk, but its just around certain people. She was afraid of what others would thing of her, which made Geto feel bad for her

If someone was to bully her, then he would interfere and beat them up for them to learn a lesson

Assures her that he'll be by her side for eternity

Geto walked from his dorm to go in [Name]'s dorm, seeing her draw a picture in her notebook. He was surprised. Surprised that she was such a skillful artist, so he walks over to where she sat at and admired it up close. "Did you actually draw this?" He asked, earning a silent nod from her while blushing deeply and then quickly hid the picture into her chest, embarrassed.

The boy put his hand on your shoulder and said in a reassuringly voice, "Your drawing is not bad, it's really amazing." [Name]'s eyes widened in embarrassment, trying to get his words out of her mind. She writes on the paper in Japanese, 'Really?' Geto nods his head smiling. He asks for the book, so he could look at in and he was shocked when he heard her finally speak.

'Y-Yes...' The boy looks up at her, who was covering her mouth for accidentally speaking. He felt so happy just to hear her voice. She didn't sound weird, she sounded angelic. "You actually spoke!" He announces happily. Her whole body was now red, as Geto apologizes to her. The reason why he said that was because [Name] really did sounded beautiful, and he couldn't get over it. Now, now she founded another person to place her trust in.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐄! 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄:

Like Geto, he wants to know what she sounds like

Sometimes, Gojo would force her to talk, which he earned a scold from either Geto or Shoko

[Name] is literally AFRAID of him

When he found out why he couldn't talk, Gojo just find ways to make her more comfortable around him

Unlike Geto, if anyone bullied her, he would give them a death threat

Communicates with her by trying to talk clearly and making sure she understood him

A quiet sigh escapes her lips as she sits down, admiring the moon that was so bright. She was momentarily stargazing to relax her mind for tomorrow's mission that her teacher assigned her, Shoko, Geto, and of course... Gojo. You HATED that white haired boy so much, especially since he had once did a prank that made you hate even more than you had ever hated him.

"Heya, [Name]? Looks like you're stargazing by yourself. Mind if I join?" He asked, which made the mute girl annoyed and agreed whatsoever. Now it was silent between them. Silent. No one talked or even moved an inch. Just complete silence. Gojo side eyed [Name] as she looked like she was slowly dazing off, trying to not fall asleep. But managed to anyways when he wasn't looking. He was surprised from this, so he just sat there and let her sleep for a bit. 'She looks cute like that...' He thought with a tiny tint, before she had woken up and rubbed her eyes. "Gojo...?" She said in a groggy tone and stretched just to see him laying his head on the edge of her bed about to doze off. "Did you just... Talk?!" He asked with stars in his eyes, just before he got up and gave the girl a very big hug. "L-Let me go, Baka!" A blush begins to form on her cheeks as her eyes was begin fo feel dizzy.

[team-frightfur]

Don't hate 127. Solid 4/10 by general standards. 10/10 in context. Yudias being so chad he's immune to memory removal is neat. Yuhi joining the Otesification cage match with a steel chair last second is fucking hilarious. I also think it's a nice development for the arcs of the siblings.

A few episodes ago, Yuamu was like "There's so many things which I never want to do but I have to do them because you're totally useless! I'm just doing the logical and hard thing like always!" Thing is, there was no logic. Yuamu thinks Yuga is HER descendent. Yuga's last name is Ohdo. How in the world can Yuga be born if Yuamu erases herself??? Is she gonna erase every memory except her last name?

Up until this episode, that fact had me torn between "the writers are dumb" and "Yuamu is lying". Then the Yuhi and Zeyet episode dropped and was literally built around lies. The main point of the Yuhi/Zeyet/Lying episode is that 'people (Yuhi) can say they want something (new clothes) while really avoiding something else (duelling Yuamu).'

Becoming Otes is a death of personality so, on the surface, it seems like the harder path. That's why Yuamu 'has' to do it. Then, we see in this episode that Yuamu is actually scared of losing Yuhi. "Don't leave me!" she sobs as he effectively dies in her place.

Demonstrably, the flipside of becoming Otes is having to lose someone you care about. This path is just as if not harder than the path of becoming Otes. Thus, despite Yuamu saying she 'has to do the harder thing', what she was actually avoiding (whether consciously or unconsciously; Yuhi/Zeyet Theme) was the harder path of 'losing their twin'.

Following the Yuhi/Zeyet/Lying episode, Yuhi did some introspection, realised how much of a coward he was and, after a short spell of backing out of duelling Yuamu, finally found his guts! Problem is, Yuhi bought Yuamu's feelings at face value and decided "No! I love you! So just this once, I'll take the harder path!"

In other words, Yuamu's becoming a villain actively provoked Yuhi's character growth into a more 'heroic figure' (being honest with himself, rising to the challenge, and protecting Yuamu) resulting in him accidentally taking the easier path, becoming a villain, and leaving Yuamu with the baggage.

Now, as far as Yuamu knows, she's not only lost her twin, she's going to have to 'take care' of the dead husk that remains of him for the rest of her life. Plus, now that she's in the place she'd reserved for Yuhi, she's also realised how hard this path is.

To be frank, it is BEAUTIFUL karma. Poetic, artful, lovely. I know optimism chad Yudias will eventually fix everything, but I'm still happy with this.

Unfortunately, it tops out at 4/10 because Go Rush is still a show obsessed with focusing its whole plotline on another fucking show.

[distortedclouds]

Can you really explain in detail what black water Annie’s dad has against Armin is he just “nobody can love my daughter more than me” and controlling cause hes a narcissist or is there another reason? Cause we know the hate is obviously mutual between armin and annies dad but Armin is a good guy for annie, he’s literally a commander why wouldn’t he be happy knowing he treated her horribly?? Sorry for it being so long but i had been thinking about this for a while

Well sorry this took FOREVER for me to answer, anon, but here I am! (promise im not dead)

I think one of the hardest characters to write in BW was Mr. Leonhart. because it's so easy to make him a two-dimensional villain with very little nuance. So it does help to try and see things from his perspective a little bit, even if we're ignoring the selfish/self-centered accusations made by me numerous time. 10 years ago, him and Annie made a promise that it's them against the world, that neither him nor Annie need anyone else to rely on as long as they have each other. This is when he said that she can make the whole world her enemy but he'd still be on her side and that's all that matters

By the end of the series, you can see Mr Leonhart kept good on his "promise" he seems to still be only focused on her returning, keeping to himself because that's what he told Annie to do. But now she's back, and she hadn't kept her "promise" of it just being the two of them, she now has friends she can rely on, people she trusts and loves and who love her back

I think there is a sense of betrayal on his end, but I don't see him turning against Annie after 10 whole years of waiting for her and believing she's alive. Instead, it's much more realistic of him going the route of "it's other people" who are taking her away from me so that starts causing some resentment even towards Annie herself

I've also pointed out before that I don't believe he actually knows Annie as a person. He never got to know her before he "changed his ways" so it's really hard for him to comprehend why other people may like her, especially since his own "paternal feelings" are primarily guided by guilt, rather than something more inherently positive. So, of course, anyone who's trying to get close to Annie, must have some nefarious reasoning and ill-intent towards her, so he must protect her now, unlike when he "failed" from protecting her from Marley

Armin is the target of his hatred because he is successfully taking Annie away from him, because hero of the final battle, commander in the army, and an ambassador important worldwide, surely he doesn't have an interest in a "damaged" girl beyond the fact that she's easier to take advantage of

Also, while not a part of BW, I can totally imagine his passive aggressiveness towards anyone (but especially Armin) trying to take Annie away from him if he found out that it was Armin and her friends who put her there in the first place would turn into hostility

This is all my trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but the characterization I apply the most to Mr Loenhart is the one I have pinned on my blog of him focusing on his own redemption and making up for his mistakes, with being Annie's father till his last day as the only way he could do it and anyone taking Annie from him is dooming him into irredeemably. Though that's more subconscious

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Dashing Youth Ep 22-25 Commentary

Ep 1-10, Ep 11-16, Ep 17-21, Ep 22-25, Ep 26-32, Ep 33-35, Ep 36-40

Ep 22

That's it. I've found my most favorite Cdrama character of the year. Do I love everything about him? No. Is he very relatable? No. Is he the best acting performance of the year? No. But heavens forbid if Master Li is written in a way that is just SO understandable and consistent for the setup of a sunny fearless youth who became an immortal and grew weary and bored with time, and decided to just stop with immortality and take one more chance at truly enjoying the mortal world so he could die satisfied. He's just so fucking intriguing to me I could write a 5 page essay about him! I guess I have already written about 2.5!

Dingzhi baby I wish you stop trying to hoard all your grievances and responsibilities in your heart all alone 😔 Tbh can't blame him, that's what happens when you were brutally stripped from your family and friends as a child and grew up with noone but an equally sad master, it stops occurring to you that you need to depend on other people sometimes. And it's not like Dongjun is the brightest bulb in the room to get a proper reading of everything Dingzhi is hiding behind his dazzling grins.

On the positive notes, Changfeng finally seems to be here to stay! Finally! They sleep seperated by a homophobic modesty table tho, boo

Ep 23

Presses play on Dashing Youth ep 23

*immeadietely spits tea out

Yeah I'm.... reading that dialogue.... bit differently. Cough

Help

me

What's going on 😭

Dude my bois were peacefully having their first time nobody asked you to invite yourself in huhu

That was so impolite to just crash and flash!!!

Oh my gods lol. Never make an enemy of Master Li. He will do planned cockblocking on you few decades in advance, AND make you and your partner the CEOs of his company, and sashay away to have his own honeymoon 🤣 You wouldn't have the time to say Jack Robinson.

I love how he developed a soft spot for Changfeng. I mean, who wouldn't

And Changfeng is like: I literally don't know how I got to this point of my life but boy I'm gonna have a good time

He's the underdog sidekick who ended up the ultimate winner and he wouldn't be able to explain how. He's so inspiring like all you have to do is being a nice person and mind your own business and treat your friends with honesty and the rest will work out by themselves.

Man I'm just so bloody uninterested in Dongjun/Yue Yao tho🤣

Dingzhi is that infamous bad boy in high school who is actually a doll and ends up winning over all the head-teachers to everyone's surprise

Ep 24

Ughh the wedding is going to take place I'm nauseous and I want to murder Wenjun's dad

Go, my boy. Even though you two will only get a pocket of happiness, you should get it. 😔

Ep 25

*screaming my head off

I fucking hate you so much. You are not a good guy but you aren't willing to full-on embrace that you are a bad guy either, which makes you a good politician and a good candidate for the throne and therefore the absolute worst scum. Bah.

Gods I think the last time I saw (and cared for) a het estranged couple (plus the girl being forced into a romantic/sexual arrangement she didn't want) was in Shaolin Wendao, but at least there was solace at the end of the story for the sheer agony the characters and the viewers went through. And I already know there will be none for Dashing Youth😭 Why am I doing this to myself.

I need to rewatch BoY just so I can see the younger gen stand up to the monarchy that their parents gen couldn't topple.

Grandparents: "For the greater good" let's downplay the corruption and raise our kids worry-free. If we close our eyes, the evil doesn't exist.

Parents: Dreamers, romantics, unprepared for the cruelty of the world, everyone gets heartbroken and traumatised for life

Kids: Fuck all this we can barely pay rent

[driftward]

Title: FFXIV Write 2024 - 22. On Cloud Nine Characters: Zoissette Vauban Rating: Teen Summary: Zoissette 'Riot' Vauban might actually hate it here Notes: Cyberpunk AU, an Aetherwave story

"We should burn it all down," growled Yoho, as they left the elevator, finally getting clear of the Everkeep Arcology.

They had spent the day on Cloud Nine. On a literal Cloud Nine.

That was the name, anyroad, for Everkeep Arcology's entertainment district. The Arcology was a self-contained city within a city, and Cloud Nine in turn was a self-contained amusement park of sorts for the people who lived there. It was a grandiose spectacle, taking up what would have been ten by ten city blocks at street level.

It was a wonder.

They were arguably here for a meet, to drop off their ill gotten goods with the client who had contracted them. Riot had met with Mr. Johnson, and handed off the stolen data. He had been an interesting man. Most Mr. Johnson types were reserved, stern, severe sorts, but he was almost a jester, exuberant, joyful. She had given him the data and the codes to decrypt it. He had given her the team's payout, doubled it, and as an extended bonus, a set of full independent day passes to stay on Cloud Nine. He'd babbled and wandered off, and shortly after, she had handed out the passes and told the team to stay connected over the BAT-TAC-NET and otherwise enjoy their day.

And it was a good day, really. The work they had gotten paid for was exactly the kind of work Riot preferred, work where the megacorporations stole from each other and poked each other in the eye. The kind of work which would cause shareholder distress, but not result in a hab block's worth of wage slaves to suddenly scramble for new employment opportunities. Clean work, bloodless this time.

Also not the kind of work that wound up with her chest being made concave again. That was nice.

The team had wandered off, not a one of them ever having been immersed in such an interesting take on luxury. Cloud Nine was a rich person's playground, to be sure, but it felt warm and real and welcoming, tasteful, happy, fun. It was a place of joy, a place where nobody had to worry about anything. There were kiosks where one could indulge in almost any pleasure they might imagine. Places for people to go and do things that met almost any interest they might have. The place was full of people, busy but not crowded, noisy but not loud.

Nyx had been the first one to vanish, and her BAT-TAC-NET icon flashed to overwatch. Riot was not surprised at this. The little entity would be happiest just observing, and she was not sure there was any earthly need it desired that would be met by this sort of place anyroad.

Digit was next, wandering off, periodically expression amazement at the network architecture of the place, talking in excited rapid tones. He couldn't crack the security here, of course, but he didn't need to. The local security seemed to not mind the light amount of electronic support the team needed, and so Digit diligently kept the team in contact with one another and helped keep an eye on the digital landscape.

However, he was in wonderland. The host here was beyond ultraviolet rating, apparently. It boasted a more real than real virtual reality environment, apparently, but did not have the earmarks of better-than-life signal boosting. Good enough to live a comfortable and long virtual life in, not so good that it would have fried someone's synapses to uselessness. And then he found the virtual assistants, virtual pets, system agents, and eventually Riot just killed his feed to only respond to an override from him. She did not mind his excitement, just decided to leave him to it.

Valentine nudged Riot, and shared his augmented reality feed with her. She looked over. "Complimentary escorts... and complimentary services," she said. "Anyone you recognize?"

"No, and that's weird, don't you rather think?" he said, closing up the feed again. "I'm going to go take a look around, see if I can't get some commcodes. Maybe if I'm nice to the right worker they'll let me into the worker crawlspaces."

Riot had been trying to find those herself. Place like this, it should have an entire second traversal space, for any workers to come and go nearly invisibly. Underground walkways, hidden doors. "Keep me posted, stay out of trouble. This is not a run." He nodded, and vanished into the crowd.

This place was too nice for Yoho. She was doing her usual shtick, hamming it up, schmoozing, being everyone's friend. Just being larger than life. It didn't take too long before she was raiding kiosks for all she could gather, talking to every one they passed that might have been a worker instead of a guest - and Riot did have to admit, it could be hard to tell, some people seeming to melt from one role to the next effortlessly - and eventually, she too wandered off.

I want to punch someone in the face, Yoho said over comms not so much later.

I've been invited to punch someone in the face, came across even later, her voice slightly awed even as it was incredulous. Riot checked in on her feed, and saw that Yoho was signing up for a go in the combat arena.

Of course the place had a combat arena.

Solitaire had been guarded since they entered, but Riot had caught her looking upwards and wide-eyed. When they had each began to wander the space freely, she had expressed how astounded she was at the rich aetherscape that the place apparently held. Spirits existed here, freely, and were mingling in their own way among the population. And then she had gotten lost upon finding out that the library covered the latest in aetherological research matters, and was free for her perusal for as long as she wished. Well, free was perhaps the wrong word. Gratis, was perhaps more accurate. Well, the team was not paying for it, and Solitaire had been left, contented pored through tomes that were very possibly impossible to find elsewhere.

Riot just moved on. Moved through the space. She kept her big grin on her face, because she was still a big warborg, and while she may have had an all day pass, she was not eager to too quickly give someone a reason to kick her out for being made of metal in public. However, most people here just seemed to give her a curious glance over before moving on. A few asked for a picture with her, but were gracious when she demurred.

She figure out why fast enough. She was far from the only warborg here. The others were subtle. Well, not really subtle. They were part of the decor, part of the functionality, interacting cheerfully with everyone around them. Their armor was painted and formed to look intimidating, but in an entertainment kind of way. They looked like knights, or like samurai, or one even looked like a futuristic sort of space infantry combatant.

Riot stared at that one for a long time. He looked up, and waved jauntily at her. She felt her grin become a bit more rictus, but she wiggled her fingers back at him, trying to at least seem friendly, and then moved on.

She walked close to the combat arena area, wondering how Yoho was getting on, and starting to feel a bit like she herself wanted to punch someone. She did not find Yoho, but she did find an impossibly large enclosure where warforms were being pitted against each other. She had not seen one since near the end of the war, and here were several, apparently, for entertainment. She thought they were mostly myths to most people. Hybrid chimerised animals that had been heavily augmented. Bioware, cybernetics, magically trained, magically enhanced with special made foci, even boasting robust augmented reality interlinks which had been custom programmed to help them be more lethal. She watched for a bit, as the crowd around chattered and pointed and excitedly babbled. A quick look at the augmented reality feed, and she could see various statistics on them.

The might creatures crashed together, firing soft rounds that nevertheless cracked with power, one of them beginning to warm up a powerful elemental blast. Arms waved and people were obviously into it, but there was none of the loud raucous uncontrolled jubilant cheering she would have expected.

She moved on.

She found herself moving away. Trying to find an away. Still grinning at everyone she passed, still giving nods to people who acknowledged her, still keeping her hands in her pockets and her shoulder slightly hunched. Hiding was out of the question, but she could minimize how much she stood out.

Not enough, apparently. A man fell in step beside her. "Well, hello," he said.

"Hi." Keep it short. Do not engage. Do not be rude, hope he will get bored and wander off soon enough.

"How are you enjoying your time here so far?"

She grinned a little bigger. Too big, she knew, it would be off-putting, but not in any way that would escalate. In fact hopefully it would de-escalate this guy into going elsewhere.

"Great place. Lots to do."

"And yet, you have done none of it."

"You watching me?" That came off sharper than intended.

"Of course. We try to make sure all our guests and workers are looked after adequately. Not so much as to spy, of course, privacy must be respected, but it is my duty to try to check in from time to time."

They had finally reached somewhere Riot wanted to be. The outer edge of Cloud Nine. While it was lit on the inside by an artificial sun floating across its ceiling as part of its artificial sky, it nevertheless also had windows to outside along its edges. There were few people here. There was not much of interest to see outside, after all. All the interesting things were in.

She stopped here, and looked the man over. This was the most alone she had managed to get since arriving, and it was practically just him and her, and well, he did not seem to be wanting to go away anytime soon.

There was something off, and Riot could not quite put her finger on it. She looked the man over, up and down, reassessing him. Pleasantly attractive enough, she guessed, in a borderline androgynous kind of way. Exquisitely tailored suit, which did not mean much in this place. In fact, if it was not for his proximity and the fact that she had been talking to him, she was not sure he would stand out at all. He had the kind of face that would get lost in a crowd.

His readings were not unusual in any way. Nothing that would stand out. Thermographic signature, ultrasound profile, radar return. Riot had all the usual human senses, and many extra senses beyond that, all refined, all enhanced or augmented in some manner, and none of them indicated anything at all was wrong.

Almost on instinct, she punched him, and only barely for a split second regretted not warning the team she was about to do something that would get them all in trouble.

But trouble would not be coming. Her analysis software finally flashed an alarm in her vision, as deception warfare protocols flagged him as false and highlighted him. Confidence factors as to what he was exactly dropped to low double digit percentages, and her BAT-TAC-NET software began to run combat solutions against him.

She frowned. Her fist was halfway through his form, and the oddest voxel static fizzing around where her forearm intersected his chest.

He laughed, a noise that was hollow, somehow.

"Few that see past the illusion," he said. "I knew you were special."

Riot just looked between his face and the hole she had punched through in him, and cleared her throat, pulling her arm back. He reformed, and her systems continued to flag him as false, even as confidence parameters shifted back to where they were before, uncertain. She killed the BAT-TAC-NET simulation, no point to even thinking about getting in a fight here. He would not be unflagged, not until she cleared it, but to her senses, he once again seemed fully human.

"If you say so," she said. She waved her hand in the air as though she had actually hit something, as though to shake it off.

"I do," he said. "I know a little of your work history. An obsolete retired military prosthetic soldier, and not that long ago you went up against one that was state of the art, with full powered armor support, and you won."

Riot's smile faltered, and came down a bit. But she saw no real point to trying to deny or redirect about the matter.

"I walked away," she said. "And got my chest caved in for the effort."

"And quite the remarkable crew you have assembled and managed to run. For years, no less. Hard work, hard life. Not often grey operatives last so long."

"Is that what this is, then? Job interview? I knew there was no way we would have been invited to a place like this just for a payout. Or is this a trap?"

Gods, she hoped it wasn't a trap, but he laughed again, that hollow noise once more.

"No trap. Just curious. I must admit, I did want to see you up close."

"Right," she said. "So. You must be the Engineered Sophant, then."

The man bowed. "You may call me Mirage, if you like."

"Cute."

He smiled. She still couldn't tell what it was that had put her off in the first place. It was not as though he was uncanny or anything like that.

And in fact, until she put her fist through him, he seemed very real. Now that she had taken it back out, the illusion had returned. Her smile finally fell off.

She was so tired.

"Well, Riot. I would like to ask again. What do you think of this place?"

"You more or less built it, right? Whole thing. First building designed from the ground up by the first intelligence that was also designed from the ground up."

"You know my propaganda well enough."

Riot looked back into Cloud Nine. They were high up, relative to most of the place. She could see the roller coaster going through its loops. She could look down, and in her vision, highlight where the library was, with Solitaire. She could still tell sort of where the combat area was. It was a land of food and drink a plenty, no charge for anything, because just by being here you had earned it. A place where warborgs were a curiosity, not a threat. There was mingling, dating areas, magic demonstrations, augmented reality attractions and fun for everyone.

It was a gigantic playground, for people who had never had to care about anything, ever.

"I hate it."

The man made a thoughtful noise.

"Interesting, interesting. I tried to make a place that would have at least something to appeal to everyone. I have found achieving that objective so very difficult. Something I should change, perhaps? Or do you just want to destroy it all in some kind of impulse of disgust?"

She was so, so tired. Of everything.

Riot turned, looked out the window, scanning, until she found the section of the city that she wanted. She pointed to it.

"That right there is a z-sector," she said. "One of the poorest areas of this city. Let us say I directed water from this party. Food. Supplies. How much would this party be diminished to provide good food, clean water, reasonable shelter, security, to those people? For a day? A week? A month, a year, a decade?"

The man shrugged. "I would not need to divert it from the party at all," he said. "Everkeep is more than Cloud Nine. I could diminish current operations in no way the people here would perceive or care about and provide what you are asking after."

Riot nodded, and let her hand drop. "And it would not change a damned thing," she said.

"It would change it for those people."

"But not the overall system. I would do it, I would improve those people's lives. But I also know it would not change the system that allowed you to be built, allowed this place to be built, allowed any of this, allowed that. There would still be places just like that, all around the world. And places like this, still built on their backs."

She turned, and gestured back inward, at the amusement park, the kiosks, the restaurants, the entire epitome of the edifice of capitalism.

"I do not want to destroy this. It is just a symptom, and I do not begrudge the people here for who they are and what they have. I bet even those who think about what it took, they do not understand it in any real way. This is their life. This is what they know. This is all they have known, and if I tried to tell them otherwise, it just would not make sense to them. But sure, destroy it. Let us say I do. Bring back a force that you could not stop. Roll in, and destroy everything."

She gestured out the window. "That would still exist. It wouldn't change anything.

"So no. I do not want to destroy this place. I just want it to stop existing at the expense of those people, out there. Of everyone. I do n'o hate your little world you have made here. I hate what it takes to make it happen. I hate that I do not know how to change that. But I do not want to destroy anything."

She stuck her hands in her pockets, and frowned.

"Well, okay. That battle coliseum with the warforms, I would destroy that."

"Your friend Yoho participates in blood sport, does she not? I don't see the difference between one arena and the other."

"She gets a choice in the matter, unlike those creatures."

"Does she? Do any of you have a choice? Does not seem like much of one, if it is between shelter and sustenance."

Riot looked over at him, and he shrugged at her.

"Right. You're only the second engineered sophant I've ever encountered," she said. "I suppose we must seem closer to animals than to thinking beings to you. "

"And the first one you have ever encountered is so much smaller. They have managed to disappear off my security mapping, though. Well done to them."

Riot glanced at the BAT-TAC-NET readout in her vision. It happened so often, that she had not even noticed that Nyx had vanished off it again, her entry in the squad list showing an empty icon with an err:disconnect message.

She smiled a little bit at that. A comm call might get Nyx back, but better to leave it.

"I'm not going to help you with that."

"Was worth the attempt. You are very clever, Miss Riot."

"Right," she said. She shook her head. "But yeah. Klynt could choose to go without either if she wanted."

"To intentionally choose suffering." The man looked over at Riot. "Like you do every day."

Riot slowly turned to look at him.

"I choose survival every day," she said.

"The imperative of all life," the man responded. "And you are miserable for it. Your stress markers are obvious. You get shot at to make enough money for shelter. You eat bland food to sustain that obsolete body. And I do not think a well adjusted person would go around grinning all the time, trying to cover up what they are with such a paltry mask."

"Is this some stupid serial? The 'artificial intelligence' that uses some bizarre straw logic with shit axioms to make an argument for the protagonist to tear down in the third act?"

"And what argument would you make for your existence?"

"I would not. But here I am. And I choose to live. Sure, it is shit sometimes, I will grant you that. All life is suffering, etcetera, acceptance mantra. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe it will be worse. Maybe I step outside your beautiful gilded cage here and get run over by a tank and that is my end, spare parts and a grease stain."

Riot turned, and strode right at the man, not breaking pace. He did not bother to get out of the way as she walked right through him.

"But I choose to live anyroad. That choice is my prerogative as a human."

She turned, facing him again.

"I am leaving," she said. "Find a more interesting philosophical thread for your next conversation partner."

She stuck her hands in her pockets, and strode away.

Fascinating, thought Mirage in thoughts levinic.

Riot called the team up. Gathered them together.

And now they were here on the street again, outside the elevator, the impressive edifice of the Arcology sloping up away and behind them, Yoho's invective following them out.

She was not the only one. They all had noticed Riot's demeanor in the elevator on the way down. Yoho now had a hand gently on her shoulder. Solitaire was on the other side, one hand lightly touching an arm. Nyx had moved to stand in front, between her and the world, Digit next to them, hands up, obviously busy, scanning for threats in VR. And Valentine was at her back.

All had moved around her. To protect her. And had waited until they were free and outside of the building to speak.

"Not often you're not wearing your face, friend," said Valentine, his voice cautious.

Yoho lifted her hand to clap it down again. "We got your back," she said, and then the team spread out a little.

Just as Riot had showed them, once. Close enough to support one another. Able to block for any other. Not so close that a single attack was like to take them all out.

A team. A brotherhood.

Riot raised her hand in the air, bringing up accounts in her augmented reality display, and disbursed their payout. Digit whistled low as the numbers came down.

"Double payout," he said. Then he turned slightly to look up at Riot. "We in the clear, then?"

"Yeah. We're clear," she said. "Let's get out of here."

The team nodded, and coordinated over the BAT-TAC-NET channels, moving as a coordinated team until they were back in their vehicles and on their way out. Solitaire gave her one last look and a pat before leaving, and eventually, Yoho and Riot were in the oversized van that Riot preferred to drive.

It swayed back and forth, as the two heavies climbed aboard, and the engine started, heading out.

"Anything you wanna talk about?" asked Yoho.

Riot didn't take her eyes off the road.

"...want to go help the Antecedent?" she asked.

"Yo-ho, yo-ho, my big strong arms for a bottle of rum," sang Yoho.

Riot smiled thinly. "Let's go help some people," she said.

Yoho nodded, looking out the window. After a moment, she turned her head to look over at Riot. "That place sucked," she said. "Best I'm going to eat for the next forever, though."

Riot smiled a bit, and laughed. "Yeah, right?"

"How you holding up? You almost never drop face."

The van bounced around for a little bit, as Riot thought.

It was just a Mirage.

But what mattered, what really mattered, was that her team had seen through it, and they had her back, and now they were safe.

And paid. That was important.

Yet another successful mission.

She smiled. A real one, and looked over at Yoho.

"Forget the Arco," she said. "I'm doing great."

Yoho crowed, and broke into full a belted shanty, as they drove down towards the z-sector, where the Antecedent's mission was and a night of decent useful work was waiting for them.

[ciananan]

Meet my Mortal Kombat 1 OC ✨ Ratri ✨ (ruh · tree)

𓆩⚝𓆪 Fun Facts about Ratri 𓆩⚝𓆪

Has trouble with her hearing, so Shang made a device built especially for her.

Her outer garb can expand and helps her float when she swings from one place to other.

She uses her selendang (green wrap) to make herself as a human-size sling shot, pulling and throwing herself. Her yellow garb helps her floats while she's in the air.

Facial expression is so important for her, regarding her hearing, so seeing Shang Tsung always smiling and his dramatic ways of talking made her feel safe and amused around him.

Talking about facial expression, she DESPISES Bi-han. He never put a single ounce of effort when he talks.

She used to judge an individual's personality based on their facial expression when they talk. Despite the fact that Shang Tsung is not a very good person, he was a number one on her good people list.

She's a very kindhearted gal who only goal is to make everyone around her happy.

Shang Tsung was using her at first, but after seeing her dedication and her potential, and after discovering her disability, he took her in and made her his own adoptive-daughter body guard.

Her outfit is inspired heavily by Javanese traditional attire.

Backstory and Relationship with other characters under the cut

𓆩⚝𓆪 Ratri's Backstory 𓆩⚝𓆪

How she joined Shang Tsung, basically the Island where Shang found the abandoned island with powerful magic used to be Ratri's village. The village got destroyed because of the sudden burst of the magic energy. It poisoned the village's main water source, the animals, the plants, basically the whole ecosystem got fucked.

But Ratri here somehow survived, being creative and adventurous, she managed to found another source of water far away but was too late when she returned back to her village to spread the good news (the people ded). She, the protector of the village, failed her task.

When Shang Tsung came to the village, Ratri confronted him asking what was his purpose coming to the island. When Shang said he wanted to research the magic, Ratri misheard it as he wanted so Save the Village. At the end of his research, Ratri was devastated that Shang didn't cure the village. She confronted him again but now Shang Tsung realized there was something wrong with her hearing. So he built a device to help her with her hearing.

Not long, Bi-han came to get Shang Tsung to help him with his experiments and fighting the Shirai Ryu. Ratri now being loyal to Shang Tsung as he literally brought her in, took care of her, and helped her, won't leave him and made an oath to keep him save and protect him from everything that would disturb his safety. So with that, she joined Shang Tsung to the Lin Kuei base in Earthrealm.

𓆩⚝𓆪 Relationship with Shang Tsung 𓆩⚝𓆪

She sees Shang Tsung as a kind man and a life safer. In her culture, yellow and green combo is a symbol of a person with good moral value and it was proven when she thought Shang was going to heal the island. Don't worry, she still sees him as a generous man when he made her a hearing device.

Calls him 'Atsung', she loves making nicknames and she feels it suits him.

Their relationship is like a father and daughter.

Believes everything Shang does as a good deed and for a greater good.

Loves to gossip together, especially about Bi-han and his former enemy, Liu Kang.

𓆩⚝𓆪 Relationship with Bi-han 𓆩⚝𓆪

Absolutely HATES him since he always so stoic.

Watches him 24/7 hence he's so close with Shang Tsung and she knows he has an interest for Shang.

Tries to be nice and kind to him because Shang Tsung told her so. Bi-han is their ally and they're staying at his place, she should show a little bit of hospitality.

When Bi-han and Shang Tsung finally got together, she was so happy for Shang he finally found the one but also devastated because it means she has to protect Bi-han since he officially a part of Shang Tsung.

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If you have anything to ask me about her, I'm always open! ✨

[clairethecutepup]

Tykes at Heart: Getting Your Goat (Ch. 2)

Our tykes try to find out what exactly is causing Cio's new goat to be so... "homicidal," to put it nicely (and it is the nicest way to describe it). Unfortunately, Cio faces some bad news on top of his goat's attitude...

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[Chapter Title: Antidote for an Angry Goat…?]

It took some time-- and all of the poor hybrids' well-being --but everyone managed to get the goat into the pen. Claire and Cio lay atop each other, panting while their canid ears and tails hang over themselves. Poor little Faxie found his small body sandwiched in between them. Suru found his head stuck in the building's back wall, his fox tail twitching around in anticipation of his head's freedom; while Kage drags herself back outside from the door that she previously flew past, her fox ears and tail hanging limply on her. Only Ryuketsu could be the still-standing triplet-- and generally standing person --as the large fox-man managed to hold the repeatedly rammed gate in place. Speaking of “twins,” what of the Winnings' fate?

"Leena, stay still!" Sparky cries, "Whatever you do, don't panic!"

"Sparky, look!" Leena points, "I can see our apartment from here!"

Sparky gazes around for something to help, while Leena looks on from the billboard that managed to hook the flying girl's shirt. Even literally, as she's hanging in the ending curve of a giant rod's line. Unfortunately, even those on the slimmer side can be doomed by gravity: Leena stops wagging her tail and screams, plummeting toward the ground with a ripped shirt bottom. Sparky also screams and hurries to catch his sibling, paws and furry arms outstretched. His attempts are thwarted by the long top of a street light: Leena's front-- face and all --emit a metallic, Clang! after the harsh landing.

"... Leena, are you--"

She slides off and lands atop her grimacing brother, laying them both on the sidewalk.

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Everyone later recovers within the booths of the dining area, while Ryuketsu still remains as guard of the pen’s gate outside. Everyone takes a turn with the aspirin bottle, whether for their sore head or other aching body parts. Faxie didn’t require any, being a mechanical pet that lacked proper “feeling,” but his receptors and otherwise still remained dazed by the goat’s assault: the poor little thing just laid upon the table, his eyes spinning during his stay beside Cio.

“Cio, I know you want to make your own ingredients,” Sparky sighs, “but I think it’s safe to say that it’s a little… dangerous.”

“Look man,” Cio sighs back, “she’s probably just nervous, that’s all… I’m sure that once she gets settled in, she’ll stop trying to commit mass murder.”

“Maybe you’re better off getting a new goat…?” Sparky continues, “Who knows when that one will finally calm down…”

Claire mentally seconded the idea… She loves goats, but this would end with them all in the hospital. In her eyes, it seemed the animal just hated everyone, instead of it simply being afraid. She even thinks it tried to impale Cio and everyone else, instead of simply launching them! … Would Cio be upset if she preferred ordering takeout, instead of eating anywhere near the building now? Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind keeping video gaming and whatnot to strictly “long distance” measures… Or, he could always just come to her or the twins’ places-- in fact, maybe he should just live with either of them for now? Grayson would be happy to have his brother back under the same roof.

“Um, Cio?” Kage raises her braceleted hand, “Can I please do deliveries from now on, instead of the cash register?”

Kage also shuddered at the thought of Satan’s-Fitting-Symbol leveling the place.

“Come on, man,” Cio assures, “Kenny’s got her under control, and I’m sure she’ll calm down.”

“Um, can I work from home instead then…?” Kage still tries, “I think I heard it’s possible to do cashier jobs from far away…”

“Dude, everyone’s staying at the pizzeria…”

"Cio, please,”  Sparky interjects and stands, “it should honestly be everyone but that awful goat! I'm sorry, but I really think you shouldn't just 'give her time'..."

"Well, I don't really have much choice, man!" Cio shrugs, "They said that all 'livestock' sales are final... To be honest, I don't like it either, but I gotta now."

"Why can you not give her back?" Leena asks, "I am allowed to give things back to the store if I do not like them..."

"It was something about not wanting to risk 'sick' or 'injured' inventory," Cio sighs, "Even if that second part’s probably gonna happen to us instead..."

Sparky sighs, "Well, I guess you never do know what could happen to them..."

"I know what’ll happen to us!” Suru puffs his cheeks out, “That mean goat’s gonna give me another headache and do even worse stuff to everyone!”

"Maybe not, man..." Cio shrugs, "We just gotta find some way to help her relax and maybe she'll be nicer."

"Oh, I think I can help!" Leena stands proudly, "I am already good at calming my little buddy here."

Leena pats Claire's head, before giving her hair the most affectionate ruffle. Claire smiles and wags her tail, reaching a paw up to the hair-messing hand. Leena demonstrates her point through visually enacting her next words.

"Petting, scratching and especially hugs always make sad or nervous people happy again."

"Don't put her to sleep, man," Cio requests, "I'd like everyone to help me with that goat."

Claire simply laid back in Leena's arms, until the taller girl lightly patted her cheek.

"Wake up, Little Buddy, it was meant as an example and not to be an actual nap-starter."

Claire fully sits up, moving her glasses upward to slightly rub her right eye. It was always hard for a touch-sensitive pup to not pass out from all that.

"Uh, I don't think you should get close enough to do all that..." Sparky gulps, "That goat would only need you inside the pen to do even worse... I already had to worry about you falling from a three-story billboard, Leena. And, of course, the painful aftermath..."

"Pi-shaw, Sparky," she waves him off, "for nothing can be worse than that."

"What about actually dying this time, Leena...?"

“But people die all the time, Sparky, and for Cio’s sake--” Leena pats the mentioned friend’s head, “I must do my duty as a friend and not be stopped by what will happen to me anyway.”

"You can prolong your death, though, Leena..." Sparky then looks at Cio, "But I guess you’ve got a point: if you really are stuck with this goat, then we would have to find some way to make things work out..."

"It is time for me to shine!" Leena heads toward the outdoor pen, "Beware, little goat, for you shall become nice and friendly!"

Sparky immediately chases after.

"Leena, don't just walk back in there...!!"

Everyone else hastily follows as well, Kage carrying the still-sleepy Claire along, before they all dogpile the husky-hybrid.

"Sorry Leena," Sparky sighs, "but we really need a better plan than just walking back in..."

"You are right, Sparky," Leena pops her head out, "I should get a carrot first. Goats like them as much as horses, right?"

Everyone had to agree: perhaps some treats could help soothe the savage beast. Although, a salt lick was deemed more a goat's desired snack. Everyone leans back in anticipation, hiding behind the tallest that is Ryuketsu, as the giant fox-man holds the long pole that the treat is tied onto. It didn't take a genius to realize it’d result in a bitten-off end that looked like a woodchipper's aftermath, so everyone only felt more fear than any surprise.

Leena suggests, "Should we try another one?"

Cio gulps, "Uh, I think she'd rather eat our souls next instead..."

Cio certainly felt his pierced by those glaring eyes above the chewing maw.

Suru asks, "What's after ‘treats’?"

"Scented candles," Leena nods, "our mom always says that they relax her during baths."

"Dude, I don't want fire anywhere near her!" Cio protests, "She's already dangerous without some kind of hazard around...!"

"Do not worry, as I can hold the candle away," Leena continues, "or we can use canned air freshener instead."

"I think we'd better stick to more standard means for animals," Sparky suggests, "Maybe we're also rushing things a bit: we're probably better off approaching her and making peace, after she's had a day or two to take in her new environment."

"I guess that makes sense..." Cio sighs, "I just hope she'll eventually let me get close enough to milk her..."

"I suggest wearing a helmet-- one with a face guard, too," Sparky gulps, "Sure, you're usually beside the animal, but you never know..."

A couple days pass… and it’s a good thing Leena is arguably “braindead” already, otherwise she’d have become permanently comatosed: being the only one brave enough (or likelier stupid enough) to enter the pen, she’d often find herself being struck in the head or hitting it after each launch. Everyone insisted she get Ryuketsu’s help in restraining the goat, thus reducing the risk of injury and death; but Leena felt it would “build better trust” if the goat didn’t feel like it was “bullied into also being nice.” Well, they all supposed they could understand the logic, especially Claire: the pup would hate it herself if she was held in place, and forced to let someone untrusted come near her and especially do anything with her. This time, the ground breaks Leena’s fall, as her face slides along it and creates a small trench. Everyone else winces at the scene.

"I think I am getting somewhere, guys," Leena keeps her face down, "She did not launch me out of the pen that time, so she is starting to like me being in it."

The goat then crushes her spine underneath all four pouncing hooves.

"... Nope, I have not done it yet."

"Aw man," Cio sighs, his fox ears hanging, "we're never getting her to calm down..."

"I've been thinking that maybe we should get a vet?" Sparky suggests, "There could be an underlying issue."

"Nah man, she’s clearly healthy and fine if she’s able to attack us so easily… She’d probably be more defensive, too, instead of offensive.”

Leena is flipped over the fence and crushes Cio, making his face slam into the grass. With Faxie being in his front overall pocket, the poor little critter whimpers and finds himself unable to move under the weight.

“Are my legs still there?” Leena asks, “I cannot feel them…”

“... You know…” Cio keeps his face down, “I’m willing to try anything, even if it seems unnecessary...”

Unfortunately, the local vet is familiar with more “traditional” pets: cats, dogs, birds… It also doesn’t help that she can’t be thorough with such an antagonizing creature. If not for Ryuketsu still managing to restrain the beast, a doctor would’ve been needed instead.

“Well, everything seems to be fine…” the terrified woman backs away, hiding her face behind her clipboard, “No signs of illness or injury, but I did make a discovery…” she feels for the pen entrance, not taking her eyes off the horned menace, “Your doe isn’t actually one, but a buck… I guess that would explain the terrifying streng-- GÜTIGER HIMMEL!!!”

The full-human barely had time to exit and slam the gate shut, before the goat’s horns practically impaled the portion of fencing.

“Sorry…” Ryuketsu pulls him away, “He got free…”

“If that’s all you need of me…” the lady continues backing away, “I’ll send you a bill later…”

She turns around and runs, while Cio stands about in wide-eyed disbelief.

“... Are you freakin’ kidding me, man?!” he throws his hands up, “Even if I do somehow get that crazy goat to calm down, I won’t be able to use her-- him like I need to?!”

“Okay, that does make things a bit harder…” Sparky rubs the back of his head, “But even if ‘sales are final,’ they still have to fix any mistakes on their part, right?”

“I sure hope so, man…”

However, was it a mistake on the company’s part…?

[End Chapter]

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Keyword of advice: if you EVER have a question pop into your head when writing, look up the answer immediately. I just realized that I almost repeated a plothole that's present in the original draft of this story, back when it was "Claire's Companions" instead: I wondered if "all sales are final" means it includes any possible errors on the company's part, so I looked it up in ChatGPT and learned that a company CANNOT actually get away with denying exchanges/refunds/etc. if there was a proven error on their end of things-- "sales final" or not. Yeah, in the original draft of both that series and TAH, Cio wouldn't be able to do anything because the site claimed for legal protection: "Sales are final, no matter what."

PS: remember that for general legal help, in case you ever actually find yourself in such a situation and especially if some seller tries convincing you, "Oh, well, we warned you it was 'final' regardless and now we'd like you to be naive enough to assume you can't do jack about it." Believe me, some people WILL try to use a general lack of knowledge against you if you're not careful.

[jawllines]

I have so many things I want to highlight so here’s a big ol list of em. But first I need you to know that I’m at the end of my period and I feel like all of my weepy emotions are the same as they are at the beginning of my period lol. And tbh I think that worked in your advantage!!! But without further ado, The List:

All of Harry’s texts to y/n:

I’m always thinking about you.

Miss you.

&

You never have to thank me for anything.

I'm just happy to be able to help you, you know?

And don't worry about that at all. Take your time, I understand.

I’ll always wait for you.

The way they get after each other for being out of bed/being out in the rain

“I don’t have someone to look over me. I only have myself.” 

Harry shook his head, “You always have me,” he set the thermometer down on the table, then grabbed for the medicine, “Even. . .even if you hate me, you always have me.” 

Literally every single time Harry told her he missed her.

Niall pouted when he saw him the other day, flicking his shoulder, inquiring where all his luster went.

"You know where it went," Harry whined quietly.

Harry’s thoughts (the entire section but I’ll just write the first part):I love you – he wants to say, I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me to be away from you…”

Harry thinking, “you’re my person – even if the stars don’t think so, I know it.” And then her thinking this after Harry tells her he loves her: “You’re my soulmate, even if it’s not written in the stars.” ***THIS RUINED ME WHEN I PUT IT TOGETHER***

Y/n deciding getting to be with him now was better than never being with him. How she would rather be vulnerable and get hurt so she could experience love. How she was ready to build herself into his life as a permanent fixture even if he found his soul mate.

When (I think) she got her mark:

“It feels like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, or like her body had converted all the bitterness and sadness and general upset over her situation into something light and fluffy. Like the marshmallow you scoop out of a jar, or what clouds should feel like. It’s nice. She isn’t sure if it was making up with Harry that did it, or (THIS!!!) finally appreciating the outcome of her ability (CRIES) – touching and caressing the mark that will forever stay on his skin – but it felt. . .like something had clicked. Something made sense, that night, and it alleviated a pain that Y/N had been lugging around with her for so long” — when it clicked I think she got her mark!

Let’s be honest. The whole picnic scene. I can’t pick a part of it because the whole thing was perfectly and beautifully written and made my heart SO squidgy. But okay if I had to pick it’d be this line:

“Y/N thinks, that maybe the ‘something good’, is how wide his smile is after she says it.” — I’ve never been in love but it seems like it really is the little things 🥹

Harry pressing his hands on her bum when they go uphill on their hike

The entirety of Harry finding her mark. Being able to physically feel his emotions because of your writing. Being able to perfectly picture his face. How tender y/n is with him when she’s worried something wrong.

How nervous she was about finding out if it matched. I could feel the (crisp) trepidation. I felt like *I* didn’t know if it would match or not (even though you only write happy endings!!)

How perfectly you describe how she felt when she found out the matched. Pretty sure I actually let out a sigh of relief and my whole body unclenched. I could physically feel the peace she felt! How everything felt calm and clicked into place.

Them taking a picture of the mark!!! The second it was revealed it was on her neck I was like “TAKE A PICTURE TO SHOW US!!” Like I am in this with them.

How confident Harry was all along that she was his soulmate.

Everything about how sweet the sex is. I’m a sucker for sweet and gentle smut I can’t even lie. Makes me teary every time.

“We can stop here. I just wanted to make you feel good” “if you don’t get inside of me, I’ll scream” written like a true girl about to start her period

Of course him flipping her over. He’s so obsessed with her mark. He’s going to only ever want her to wear her hair up so he can touch it and kiss it and admire it.

How much ferret and Dolly love Harry and y/n more than the person that actually keeps them alive. The way they chirp when they see them. How they always have to go pick up the other cat because they can’t be left behind!! They truly became their own characters and added so much to the story.

This is so long but I could go on all day. Truly your best writing I think. These feel like the most believable characters. Everything about them was so well balanced. The way they felt and their emotions. How raw and vulnerable they were. How they both were messy but in the most normal human ways. Ugh how eager Harry was!!! I think he made me believe in true love lol. But he was just so sweet and gentle and eager and caring. And how there was always this almost lingering feeling protectiveness that y/n had over Harry?? How quickly it seemed like she’d fall apart if he was hurting or sad and when she was angry at him for not telling her the truth but she needed him to be looked after. UGH

Okay I have to be done because I’m about to cry again hahaha. So good. I’m obsessed and I wish I could read it all again for the first time. Thank you for sharing your gift with strangers on the internet 💛💛💛

(I never sign these things off but I’ll sign this one off lol 🐇🫀🫶🏼)

THIS LITERALLY MADE MY MOUTH DROP OPEN I COULD CRY???!! THANK YOU SO MUCH BUBBLES THIS IS SO NICE AND VERY THOUGHTFUL I LOVE YOU A LOT

IM REALLY HAPPY YOU LIKED IT :-) THERES LOTS OF LITTLE THINGS I DIDNT THINK ANYONE WOUKD CARE ABOUT OR NOTICE LIKE HOW MUCH THE KITTIES LOVE THE OTHER OWNER OR EVEN THEM MIRRORING THEIR THOUGHTS BUT YOU DID SO THAT MAKES ME HAPPY :D