#and this things is now so much bigger than I thought

[frustrationinexcelsis]

Right, here's my hot take concerning Jurassic Park.

JP's dinosaurs have always been actually genetic chimeras with only a vague working resemblance to the real things, right? Like that was a major point in movie one, where these things were park attractions designed by committee based on what corporate managers thought that audiences thought that dinosaurs should look like, with so much frog DNA in them of all things that they're capable of switching sexes on a dime. Alright, so genetic engineering and chimeraism are parts of this from the start, great, sure.

By good God, for all that gives the series basically unlimited room to play with it seems cripplingly addicted to only using the most painfully generic designs.

Like, alright, we've got a starting menagerie of Mesozoic big names, sure, then we get the big bad chimeric weapon monsters and they're... a bigger raptor, a regular sized raptor, and now Chode Gorilla #4639 I guess?

Like when and where did it matter that the indos were mixtures of anything as opposed to just general predator dinosaurs? Like beginning and end they were just bigger raptor monsters. There's this whole song and dance about the Indominus having some kind of extra secret element in it and it... is raptor, yes, you don't say, it already looks more like one than literally anything else, how was that a twist?

Then we get the Indoraptor, which opposable thumbs and human facial expressions, surely that's a dinosaur-human chimera, right? No, no, Trevorrow wants to clarify that there's no human in there, because he's allergic to interesting twists I guess.

And now a stock-standard kaiju design! Great. Lovely.

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For now, I will stay alive

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Pairing: Felix X gn reader

Summary: You're thinking of ending things when your boyfriend calls you while he's on tour.

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 2.5k

Trigger warning: Suicide, depression, anxiety, mentions of pills and death

Suicide, depression, and anxiety resources

A/N: Ugh, I love this man. Requestee, I've done it yet again. Felix makes my heart soft, so I tried to capture that feeling perfectly here. I hope you enjoy it <3

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Everything was almost perfect in Felix’s eyes. Everything really was bigger in America. He still couldn’t get over the large size of his fountain drink. He ordered it for dinner and that was a few hours ago. The liquid inside watered down from the melted ice, but he didn’t care, he’d drink it until it was gone. 

The rest of the guys scattered into their own hotel rooms. After a busy day of rehearsal and tonight’s concert, everything went to plan. The concert unraveled like usual. The jokes between songs, the dances hit every choreographed beat; he soaked up every moment like a sponge. 

The fans shined like diamonds in the crowds. From the front barricade and higher in the balcony, he never forgot the moments. Even if he couldn’t see faces clearly, he could still see the colors. The splashes of pink from one body. A fox-eared headband to represent someone’s love for Jeongin. 

Posters scribbled with handwritten messages of love and admiration. They still circled his head and filled his heart with affection. The love of his fans felt like sunlight on a dark day. Every time he saw reminders, every little worry washed away. 

In the hotel room, the sun disappeared a few hours ago, tucked in and nested on the other side of the world. The moon perked up tonight, stretching light across multiple states. Between the open curtains, it peeked inside the opening to check upon him. 

Sprawled out on the side of his bed, his skin smelled of ripe tangerine. Usually, he didn’t buy hair products in America, but ever since he stumbled across one this afternoon he couldn’t resist trying it out. He bought shampoo and conditioner without a second thought. He threw in the leave-in conditioner and body wash, just because he could. 

In the rays of moonlight, dewy skin glowed. The sweat from the concert, he scrubbed it off. It disappeared and circled down the metal drain. Tomorrow, he’d repeat the process and do it all over again. 

The matching bed across the way lay empty. Minho came up missing quite a while ago. He showered, slipped into pajamas, and disappeared. He said he’d be back, but never mentioned what time, or where he was going. 

Felix didn’t mind. He didn’t know if he’d be up by the time he’d come back. Not that it mattered, Minho had another room key. He’d be able to get inside if he needed to. 

The only thing he missed? Your touch. The way your fingers dug into his sore muscles. You practically lulled him to sleep by your touch and your touch alone. Thumbs pressed into tender muscles and you massaged them in such a way, he couldn’t get enough. 

He couldn’t get enough of you at all. Leaving for tour, it had always been hard. Taking a break out of the usual routine. Saying good-bye to his permanent resident. It hurt a lot. A lot more than he’d ever admit out loud. 

Ever since the two of you started to date two years ago, it hurt so much worse. He missed you. The way he woke up with your legs tangled together. Most mornings, he found your fingers tangled in his shirt. You were afraid to lose him in the night. He couldn’t get enough of you. 

Every time he went somewhere for something, deep down, he felt like he betrayed you in multiple ways. You understood it, of course. His career would always be more important than dating. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Nothing brought more light into his life than being a star. 

You missed him between your own usual routine. Every time he left for his schedule, it left behind a big open wound. No matter how much time passed, it wouldn’t heal until he came back. The shape of his soul connected and tangled around yours. 

Thinking about the way you smiled, his heart ached. He’d never get used to being away from you. You had your own career and you couldn’t leave it there for months at a time. He wished you could be with each other all the time. When you couldn’t, he’d pick up his phone and dial your number. 

Hearing your voice gave him the strength to go another day. 

~ ~ ~ 

You decided you were different a long time ago. You didn’t know why you were born this way, you just were. Something was missing in your brain. Emptiness seeped into your heart during the lowest times of your life. Your brain ballooned with the worst thoughts. 

Your brain highlighted every flaw. It sucked out your energy. Depression clung to you since you were young. It came and went in waves, but this time felt different. Every time you reentered that same mindset, it almost felt like coming home. 

Things rarely changed in your brain. Maybe you weren’t meant to survive on your own. Perhaps, you just couldn’t handle living here. Living is exhausting. What’s the point? 

It burns. It aches. Life rips out your heart, tears it to shreds, and shoves it back in your chest. There’s always something and why is it so hard? It’s not hard for everyone else, they do what they need to do. Life goes on. Why is it so different for you? 

Every minor obstacle feels like a mountain. The more you battle and fight your way uphill, the more it feels like you will never reach the top, no matter what you do. When will it end? When does it stop? 

Lately, life unraveled. Minor work related tasks, you weren’t sure if you could do it anymore. Each one vacuumed your energy into empty particles of nothingness. The past few days, you’d been nodding off at work. Miraculously, nobody caught you, but if they would have, you’d certainly be written up, or fired. 

You missed Felix like crazy. Curled in your shared bed, you openly mourned him. You’d tuck his pillow to your chest and squeeze. Hoping and waiting for the day you’d see him again, you couldn’t wait, but you had days, weeks, and a couple more months. 

Each day that trudged along, you weren’t sure if you could keep going. You didn’t know how you’d manage this anymore. Life became an endless cycle of defeat after defeat. Where did your upbeat glow go? 

It always did this, your brain. Just when you thought you were making progress, you fell again. Free falling from a cliff, there were no footholds to grasp, no vines, no jutting out edges; just you slipping over an empty ocean. The riptide swallowed you whole. 

Deep down, you knew your life would end one way, or another. You waited, hoping something would occur, so you didn’t have to do it yourself. A failing organ. A drunk driver swerving out of control. A murderer released from prison that snapped once more. 

You hated yourself a little more because you weren’t strong enough. It came so naturally to everyone, why not you? What higher being created you to live like this? What kind of life comes from this; when your brain is so focused on the worst, you forget to find the good?

Days tick by and time turns to dust. The end is always there, but you try to ignore it. Death knocks. Eagerly. Constantly. Rhythmically. Knuckles rapped and you try to ignore it, but like a siren, it calls. 

Some people dub it selfish, but is it really? Is it selfish to give up when your brain shrieks at you; when your brain paints your flaws on full display and crucifies yourself in front of those you love most? Hurt ripples through your soul every day. 

Living with depression is a slow suffocation. You try so hard to light the fire of life, but the spark never catches. The flames forget to light. There is no steel wool. The matches are wet from tears of desperation and misery. 

It takes over everything and destroys whatever is in its path. Frustration leads to screaming matches and tears. People don’t know how to befriend a boulder; a flipped turtle stuck on its back, no matter how hard you try, your stubby legs never find land. 

It’s a slow spreading poison and when reasoning dissolves, what more can you do? Is it selfish to want the thoughts to stop? To want a single night’s rest without tears and worry? 

When you pictured the freckled face you loved so much, you pictured something so much more; a glowing yellow ball of the brightest light. Felix is stubborn, but you didn’t doubt he’d find someone better. More caring and lovable, someone who wasn’t nearly as broken as you. You didn’t know what else to call it. 

Your shell of life broke years ago. It wasn’t until this year that it finally clicked. There would be no happy ending. There would be no hope. No love. No healing. No future. 

The wick in your candle burned out. Wax seeped out and destroyed your surroundings. The room filled with smoke. It suffocated everything in its reach. You destroyed everything you touched. Life was no different. 

And without Felix, it all grew so much worse. You stopped reaching out to your friends a while ago. They tried to check on you, but life went on. It’s not as simple when you’re older. People get busy. Jobs can’t be put on pause. We live in a quick-fire society. 

Felix called and texted. He wasn’t around as much as you wanted him to be. You couldn’t blame him. He had his life, too. It wasn’t his job to fix you, but you wanted it to be. 

Maybe that’s the worst part about letting go. Who cares for those you leave behind? Who sweeps away the self-doubt and negative manifestations in your loved ones? How do you make peace with never seeing their faces again? The pet you spoiled too much, the friends you laughed with for hours, and the family members you vowed to take care of. How do you let go of this life and trust the next is better? 

Doubts circled your head and funneled in your heart. You laid on the bathroom floor with tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. You shut out the light and closed the door. In the fit of darkness, you cycled through everything. 

Once it’s done, it’s done. 

In your grasp, a plastic bottle of pills. The lid remained sealed tight over the bottle. If Felix came home before anyone else found your body, would he forgive you? For the half-opened eyelids and fingers clenched into fists of pain? Would he pray for your weary soul, or would he scream so loud upon finding you, searing the sight of your corpse into his brain, he’d never speak again? 

Suicide always feels like the right answer. You’re asking someone with no motivation to continue dragging themselves through the mud. It’s wet and cold. Your body is numb and yet, it still shivers. Warmth would be a savior, but it never feels like it’s coming. 

Your eyes squeezed shut and you breathed. Inhale and exhale. In for four and out for four. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. 

Your lungs expanded and your heart beat, but this didn’t feel like living. Hell, it didn’t even feel like surviving. It felt like torture more than anything; a soul trapped and bound in a cage. 

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of vibrations beneath you. Pressed between the cold tiles and your back, your phone vibrated. It must have slipped from your back pocket. You sniffled, reached back, and answered it without looking. “Hello?” 

“Hi, baby! I miss you!” On the opposite end of the phone, Felix grinned. “Am I bothering you? I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I have some free time and I’ve been missing you like crazy.”

With the phone pressed against your ear, your bottom lip quivered. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to stop the sting of gathering tears. You could picture him so clearly in your head. The glittering eyes and excited smile. If he were here, he’d reach out and touch you, gripping you and never wanting to let go. 

“Hi, Lix.” 

“Are you okay, baby? Your voice sounds funny.” 

“Yeah, you caught me.” A weak laugh escaped your lips. “I’m having a rough moment and really missing you.” 

“Aw, I’m sorry. I miss you, too. I miss you so much, baby. You know I’d hold you if I could. I’m sending you so much love. Can you feel it? Across the states and through the countries. Is it working? Can you feel it now?” 

“Yeah, I-I can feel it.” You sniffled again, clutching the phone tighter. “I really miss you,” you whispered. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you? I don’t know how I’d live without you. Baby, my heart is so entangled in you! I know touring is hard for you. I’d bring you along if I could, babe.” 

“It’s not your fault, Lix. Duty calls when it calls and our lives pull us in two different directions.” 

“I know, but I…” He trailed off, pushing himself upright on his bed. “I’m so grateful you’re with me. Sometimes I worry you’ll leave and find someone closer to you. I worry they’ll be yours forever and it won’t be me.” 

A needle stabbed your heart. Tears silently streamed down your cheeks and soaked the bottom collar of your shirt. “I wouldn’t leave you,” you whispered again. “I can’t. My heart is stitched to yours.” 

“Today, I had the best pastry ever. It was warm and gooey. Straight out of the oven and topped with powdered sugar. When I come back home, I’m going to try and make it for you. It probably won’t be perfect, but I want to try and share the sweetness of it with you.” 

The more he spoke, the more tears leaked from your eyes. You were hurting so badly and Felix didn’t know just how much. Despite being on the other end of the world, he talked to you like he always did; full of so much happiness and laughter. 

“Felix?” 

“Hmm?” 

“I love you.” 

“Ah! You can’t see me, but you’re making me blush! I love you! I love you! I love you!” A loud obnoxious kissing sound came from the speaker. “Pretend I was kissing your lips.” 

“You’re such a goof.” 

“Your goof and I’ll happily take that compliment. Anyway, back to my undying love for you-” 

You didn’t realize it until after the phone call, but you were smiling. The pill bottle left your hand at some point. You shifted and curled away from it, clutching onto the phone as if it were a lifeline. Felix’s voice kept you company for nearly an hour. He didn’t know how close you were to ending it forever. 

When you stood up, you put the pills back into the medicine cabinet. Maybe one day, you’d admit to Felix just how close you were to giving up. Maybe. For now, a flame of hope reappeared. 

It might not last forever, but Felix was counting on you, just as you were counting on him. 

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(DIE)TS ── AARON HOTCHNER

Pairing ── Plus Size/Chubby Fem!Reader x Aaron Hotchner

Summary ── Hotchner hates nothing more than when you go on unhealthy diets. (Or: You were mocked by a woman and her words stuck to you like glue. You internalized it so much that you began restricting and over-exercising but Aaron comes back and talks to you.)

Rating ── Mature

Content Warnings ── Disordered Eating & behaviors, fatphobia, let me know if I need to say something else.

Word Count ── 3.8k+

Note ── I wrote this in like 2 and a half hours and didn't edit it. I pulled this from some dark corner of my brain that's struggling with wanting to relapse and need this comfort. I suggest anyone struggling with an ED or disordered eating to not read if easily triggered. It goes in detail and should not be consumed by just anyone but I'm sure there's someone out there who needs this just as much as me. AND IF ANYONE IS WONDERING ABOUT HIS KID, just assume he's staying the night at family houses and other peoples and at school thx.

Hotchner hates nothing more than when you go on unhealthy diets.

But you can’t help how it’s drilled in your head. You’ve always been a chunky kid and as you got older, your size never really changed. You were always bigger and people had their things to say about it.

You’ve been called many names in the book, there wasn’t anything you haven’t heard of. They used to make you cry, you wouldn’t go out with your friends, you wouldn’t eat out, you wouldn’t wear sexy or tight clothing. You trained yourself to cover yourself, to not show yourself in front of people - including the basic need of eating.

It felt wrong, forbidden of sorts and although you dropped many of those habits now in your early 30s, it still lingered. You’d occasionally forget meals, pull at your clothes when you thought your stomach was showing and on your worst days, you didn’t dare go out.

But then you met Aaron, the sweetest man you’ve ever met. You were out clubbing with your friends, in a tight green dress with a back cut out. And you never felt prettier, dancing under the lights in the club with your friends. You felt the cold air on your heated skin and it was a thrill as your body mingled with your girlfriends. They grabbed on your hips occasionally, your bodies in sync.

You could feel eyes on you, and you knew it was you because your friends giggled it in your ear. Their hands left your body, though they still were near like a precaution, you opened your eyes and your breath was caught in your throat. His jet black hair was pulled back, save a few strands in front of his face but god did it work. He was sculpted by a god who took pride in their work, you were sure of it. 

You smiled, the plump of your lips covered in the gloss you put on, eyes lined with your favorite black eyeliner and thick mascara. It all made your eyes more piercing when the light shined just right - or so you’ve been told. Then before you knew it, you were in his hands that night. And it felt more than right. His hands never left your body that whole night it felt like. He said your name on his tongue like a prayer, chanting over and over again with a rasp, a moan and a raw need that ignited a fire within you.

You both met that night by chance, his friends finally breaking his hard cover and pressuring him to give in and you, god you were looking for a break and boy did you get one. The best night of your life.

You haven’t left each other's side since that night, he worshipped you and you did the same, in your own ways.

And you knew he found you attractive, he told you that every night. And not just in sexual moments. He’d come behind you, wrap his arms around you, lean over to kiss your neck to your ear as you cooked his favorite meal (considering he cooked yours the night before) and he’d tell you how beautiful you are. To which you’d giggle and thank him. Sometimes giving him sass, “compliments will not give you sneaky bites of dinner before it’s done.”

But something got beneath your hard exterior. He was gone for the week on a case (as he is a lot, but you didn’t mind. You’d rather him out there saving lives like he does best) and you were at home. Your girlfriends asked if you wanted to go out, you pondered it for a bit but it’s been a minute since you’ve all gone out, let alone get a drink together.

So you agreed, dressing up in the green dress you met Aaron in. You decided you’d tease him with pictures, especially considering you wanted to wear your green lace set beneath it. It wasn’t to make him jealous, no one could touch him besides you, but to rile him up a little. You weren’t going to send it while he was in the middle of a case but when he was on his way home, just a little treat to show him what he’s coming home to.

You were all having fun, dancing on the floor like the time before but you got achy sooner than you thought you would, you pardoned yourself with a giggle as your friends hands chased after you but didn’t pull you back, respecting your decision to rest for a minute.

But on your way back, you weren’t watching where you were going and before you knew it, you were completely cold. A drink was spilled from your exposed chest down the silk of your dress.

“Fucking fat bitch,” you heard a girl growl out before you were pushed backwards. You went with the motion, too shocked to fight against it. You didn’t register it all at first until your eyes came to hers, the blue pierced your skull as her face twisted into what could only be described as disgust by the scrunch of her nose and snarl of her lips. “Watch where you’re fucking going. That was like fifty bucks of drinks, you lard.”

And just like that, apologies rushed out your lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you say as you bend to pick the glass that dropped. You muttered more apologies and you didn’t even notice when your fingers were pricked by the glass, you fumbled as you tried to put it on the tray. “I’ll pay for a new one, I’m sorry-“

The girl scoffed, “I don’t need your money. Just stay out of the way or better yet, lose some fucking weight.” And you backed into yourself. You’ve been clumsy before but you’ve never had a reaction like this. And it didn’t help that you found out you gained a few more pounds while having been with Aaron.

“Yo, watch who the fuck you’re talking to.” One of your friends came up behind you, her eyes squinting at the girl before you and this time, the girl stepped back, scoffing again, muttering a whatever and walking off.

Sasha was your best friend and always has been, but when her comforting hands made their way to your body, you shrugged them off and turned to her with the best smile you had, it was small and you knew she could see past it.

“It’s okay, I think- I think I’ll just go home.” You muttered before taking off, pushing through the crowd until you made it out.

You wanted nothing more than the world to swallow you up. You hadn’t given it much thought to lose weight, not in a while. But she could barely fit the green dress she was wearing and it was perfect a few months ago.

But you didn’t know how to lose weight. You already ate healthy (with a few occasions of not) and you worked out occasionally but maybe you needed to eat less, way less and work out more.

Your walk home was cold and you were non-stop sniffling. You’ve done this to yourself, you said. You should fix it.

Aaron said they made a break in the case and might be home in a few days. Maybe you could surprise him by losing a few pounds. Maybe he’d like you more. 

These thoughts snowballed. Every thought you’ve had since you were 7 was rushing back and ten times worse.

Over the course of the next few days, you rejected your friends' invitations to eat out and tried to eat only one meal a day and spend the rest of the time working out and being busy.

You tried to eat just a salad most nights and others you were too tired, so you ordered takeout. Work was an absolute pain, you moved on your feet like a zombie. God you looked like one, there were bags under your eyes. You couldn't sleep well, you stayed up most nights because you just couldn't sleep. You had to take melatonin most nights and you tried not to do it every night considering their health concerns but sleep was becoming something that was a treat. You were rarely getting it.

Aaron called you sometimes, he said that the case is taking longer than expected and that he'd be gone for even longer. You tried not to let it get to you but maybe it was your lack of sleep (and probably proper nutrition) but you were getting more emotional. Your period had already passed so you knew it wasn't that, but you were eating yourself up from the inside out. You were getting messages from your friends, you responded as positively as you could but you could tell they were getting concerned for your health and safety as days went by and you didn't accept any of their brunch plans nor hang outs. 

It was unusual of you, it's been 2 weeks since that night and this never ending routine you've been doing was catching up to you. But you needed to continue it. You had to. You don't even understand why anymore, you loved yourself - you thought you did at least and now you weren't so sure. That night destroyed all that you built and you couldn't explain why.

You thought you were pretty before going out, maybe a little upset that you probably wouldn't be able to wear the dress again soon because you gained a few pounds and you didn't want to rip it. It was your favorite dress for multiple reasons and it being the dress that you met Aaron in was definitely the number one reason. It was the dress you were in, shamelessly flaunting yourself and he picked you. Out of everyone there. It was already not his scene, he didn't want to be there and he was dreading the whole night.

Sometimes you think late at night, what is the point of doing this? He loves you, doesn't he? Why would you have to lose weight for that love to be more? But then your other side fights that maybe he wants what every other man in his life has, a skinny girlfriend. It wasn't fair to him. What if he got mocked for dating someone like you just like you received for being yourself?

Being alone consumed you, all you had was yourself (and everything anyone has ever told you in your life). 

Aaron said it was extended another week probably due to new findings of a group. You didn't understand, you weren't allowed to consider that it was confidential business and you weren't upset about not knowing. Just that you missed him, more than anything else right now.

Around week three or four, the days began to blur more. You didn't feel like yourself anymore and you were forgetting things more. Your brain was fogging up compared to the first week, you still had pizazz in your movement. But maybe this is what beauty costs?

"Hey baby," 

Your heart ached at his voice, rough and tired through the phone.

"Hey handsome," You gave out, with a light giggle. In bed yourself. You hoped he was too. He had the tendency to stay up and overwork himself when a case was getting to him. "I miss you." you whispered into the phone after a few beats of silence.

You heard his sigh, like the world was weighing on him - and to him, it probably did feel like this. "I miss you most, angel." he muttered into the phone.

"You're not staying up working, are you?" you chided, a softness to your phone. But there was only silence to your question. You shook your head, he couldn't see it but you knew he could feel your disapproval. "Oh you totally are! You need to go to bed." You reprimanded him through the phone. 

"But I feel so close, I just need to focus on it."

"No, what you need is sleep." You countered. And you heard his groan. You knew it wasn't of annoyance towards you, just everything that's on him.

"But I'm leading this case and I just, I feel like I need to do more."

"Mhm, you may be the leader boss man of the FBI but listen here, mister, I'm the boss now. You need to get your butt into bed and rest. Anything you're missing won't be found through a tired mind and overworked body. It'll still be there when you wake up and you'll be better than right now to be able to find it. I know you will, but you need to nourish your mind." You spoke softly to him. Maybe a few words of yours was childish but this was the one place and way where he didn't have to act so cold. When you're running the FBI and hunting down criminals, you can't act like the true warm teddy bear you are.

"I know baby, I know." He sighed softly. "Sleep on Skype with me?" He asked and you smiled into the phone. You granted him the request, both of you opening your computers (he now carried one regularly for you) and your smile brightened at him but you knew he couldn't see you, you were in a dark room with no light - and thank god for that but he could hear you and maybe that's what he needed, to hear you in the night. 

It definitely helped you, hearing him next to you even though he wasn't truly there. His breathing was all you needed, you recognized it like no other and a big part of you was soothed by it. You slept a little better that night- just a little.

Your days were still rough, you ached in places you never ached before. But when you woke in the morning, you were startled by loud banging on your door. You peeked through the hole and saw the only face those loud knocks could belong to. Sasha.

You purse your lips, knowing if you opened the door, it would be a world of butt whooping and you weren't ready for it. You knew better than to get away with - not ignoring, just not talking to her as much. 

But as soon as you undid the locks, the door swung open as you had the handle in your hand and you were met with a face of fury. Her eyes set on you and they narrowed. 

"Y/n-"

And before you could finish, you took off as her body lurched forward to get you. But she was always faster, her hands catching you and she pulled you along with her to the couch before she threw you down on it. "Now, I'm giving you five seconds to explain why in the world you're ignoring your most amazing and best friend," she paused for only a second before pointing back at herself, "me before I open a can of whoop-ass on you."

You stared for a second and you couldn't think of anything, mind wiped clean.

"One."

And you squeaked.

"Two."

"Idon'tknowI'vejustbeensadwithoutAaron-" You rushed out before she could say 'three' and that was enough for her, she registered it and she lifted a brow to you.

"That's all it is? You're not lying to me, right?"

"I'm not lying to you." You told her, not confirming the first part but it seemed like she took it as an answer to the first question.

And her solution to this very dire problem was a movie marathon. 

A part of you was more than grateful for this break of thinking, just binge watching movies with your best friends was a cleansing you never knew you needed before. It was the best thing to ever have happened to you. You had an excuse for why you didn't sleep last night, having stayed up most of it with her. But she had to leave somewhere around 2 a.m. 

And the following day, Aaron messaged you that he was finally coming home. And small parts of your world was crashing because you only lost so much weight with his absence, you didn't know how you'd be able to hide what you've been doing-

Hide?

Yes, you needed to hide it.

But not all plans follow through, you learned.

As soon as he made it home, you were in his arms, he wrapped around you as tight as he could and breathed you in like you were a drug he was addicted to and truthfully, you probably were. You swore you saw him going through withdrawals - or perhaps that was the delusion of it all. Maybe you were the one addicted. It didn't matter in the end, you both were obsessed and in love with each other.

You both pulled back on for him to press his lips against yours, his hands on your hips - keeping you as close as possible. "I never want to be away that long from you, ever again." He mumbled against your lips and to that you let out a soft giggle.

"I'll just have to keep you all to myself, handsome."

He pulled back and you saw it - for the split second it appeared - his confused gaze, eyebrows pinched. His hand went to your face - and his hand was the perfect size, cupping your face like you were a doll and truly, to him, you were. His thumb lightly traced the bags beneath your eyes and you felt your stomach drop.

"Have you been sleeping?"

And you were never much of a liar, not like you could get away with it while dating a behavioral analysis.

"Uhm, not too well." You muttered. You felt bad, his return should be about him, not you. It was stupid. He looked tired, he should be resting.

"What's been keeping you up?" He asked, eyes now on yours and not the bag beneath them. You sucked in a breath and shrugged because you knew speaking would only make you give it away and you were scared of what he'd say or think.

Would he be happy? Would he think that you were finally doing something about your body? Would he say he was proud because he wanted you thin like other girls?

Or would he cradle you? Would he tell you to eat more, that it was stupid to base your worth off of something like that? That you're more than a plate of pasta that you forbid yourself from and ate only a plate of salad?

You hoped for that but it would probably be the former. Aaron was a fit man, he could already pick you up now and maybe he would want a smaller girl.

"Have you been eating well?"

Your heart sunk deeper into your stomach and you shrugged again. 

"It's okay-" You began but his firm look on you told you otherwise.

"Baby, be honest with me because I can tell by one look the answer to my question already. I just want you to be honest with me."

A part of you was happy and another - was destroyed? You felt like it was blown up and chopped up and put through a shredder. You couldn't explain why, not really.

"I just- I wanted to lose some weight."

"Why?"

And it made you scoff a little, not an exaggerated one, just a small one. He should know this answer, shouldn't he?

"Come on, Aaron, take one look at me. I'm fat and not just phat, the big F. Capital even. And I just want to look better for you, I know what people think when they see us together and I guess I just realized how much better you deserve- which is just so shitty of me- and I'm just trying to give you that. I could look so much better if I was skinny, you can't tell me I wouldn't." You huffed out, your words were to distance him but your grip on his suit kept him close because even with this tough act, you were falling apart. Tears were in your eyes and you sniffed at him.

"You wouldn't."

"Don't lie to me, Aaron."

"You wouldn't." 

You huffed out a laugh, hands letting go of his suit and you moved to turn but his hands stopped you, cradling you by your waist and bringing you closer.

"You wouldn't look "so much better" if you were skinny, you look beautiful to me now. You'll look just as beautiful to me if you gained fifty pounds or lost fifty pounds. Your weight is a number that is out of my mind because I love you, Y/n. And that's not something conditioned by your weight." He began, taking in a breath while his eyes searched yours. Tears that formed before, were finally falling. "You're beautiful to me, Y/n. Your body is beautiful, your personality is beautiful, you are beautiful. If you want to lose weight, that's fine by me but I won't watch you wither away before me. Losing weight shouldn't be about being 'skinny'. It's about loving yourself and changing for health. You're healthy as you are now and if you want to change something to be better, then so be it but it will be in a healthy way. There's nothing about you I want to change, but I'll support any change you want to have. And if you don't want to change, then don't. Because I'm in love with the beautiful woman in front of me. Not an idea of how others may want her to be."

You sniffled by the time he was finished, face completely soaked by tears and you couldn't help a laugh that came from your mouth. "Do you know it's rude to make a girl cry?" And he smiled at that. And you caught your breath a second later, sniffling again. "I love you, I love you- God, I love you, Aaron. I'm sorry for what I said and acted like." You took a long breath. "It's just, something happened when I was out with my friends and it just, it affected me. Those few words she said affected me and I couldn't let it go."

And ever the understanding and loving boyfriend he was, he took the apology and ordered take out (both too tired to cook) and cuddled up to watch a show.

And as the movie began, you peered up at him from your position against his chest and said, in the most quiet voice. "I don't want to lose weight, maybe build muscle a bit but I don't want to be like that, not right now at least." You confided.

And to that he smiled, "Then that's how it'll be. I love you no less." He pressed a kiss against your lips and it truly felt like he didn't love you any less.

Things will get better, you'll get better. And with him by your side, that's more than possible.

please leave thoughts and comments <3 requests are open if you'd like to see more of him or anyone else (esp with plus size reader or buff)

[moonshynecybin]

are u going to continue ur same age kissing lesson au....

hell yeah why not. part one here! i might add the actual sex scene later we shall seeeee but for now here's more teen drinking and weirdo flirting and marc hurting vale's feelings and having literally no idea that he is doing that whatsoever. oh and also him being a ROMANTIC !

It doesn’t happen again for long enough that Marc would think he imagined it, if not for the stain on his sneakers.

Time passes, and the bike is smooth for Marc, and they trade wins. They don’t talk much— but it always comes back around. There’s not much for hiding, traveling all together like this, and Marc knows that Vale at least likes him most of the time.

He taps on his window again at Catalunya, the last race of the European season. Marc’s slightly up on him in the standings, so he should really sit tight, get some good sleep. Think about his lap times and his grandpa, who is coming to watch him race.

He slips on his green soled shoes and lets himself out, instead. He also knows that he won’t get a chance like this again for a while.

“It’s your last race in Europe in 250cc,” Vale throws an arm over Marc’s shoulder as they walk out towards the pitlane, something he does when he wants Marc to know that he is bigger than him. Vale probably doesn't know that Marc doesn't mind. “Are you going to miss me?”

Sometimes, when Vale sits behind him during a race and flashes his front wheel on Marc’s side, swapping places up and down the track, it reminds Marc of that night, and the rhythm of their mouths. It's not too dissimilar, he thinks, the push-pull of it. The give and take. Almost a conversation, but not quite. That, he thinks he will definitely miss.

“What? All over my back tire?” He shakes his head until Vale makes a face at him. “You will be up with me soon enough, I won’t have enough time to miss you.”

With a huff of breath Vale lets him go, apparently satisfied with the shape of how the world looks at their feet, and gestures loosely to the chain link fence around the track. No words necessary. Marc goes first, the sole of his sneaker just slightly too big for the hole the twist of metal makes.

They scramble up and over the fence, Vale threatening to jump on Marc if he doesn’t catch the bottle he throws over to the other side, which Marc does smoothly. Marc doesn’t want to think about the faces that the Honda people would make, if they saw Marc out here doing this with Valentino. Well. They would probably make worse faces if they knew what else he wanted to do with Valentino.

“Besides,” Marc rolls the bottle over in his hand. Same brand. He shoots Vale a look as Vale smiles beatifically. “It’s not like you won’t be around.”

Vale hums noncommittally, then nods. 

“Hm, you will need to let me know about Honda, who is good, who is bad. That way, when I am your teammate I can keep all the good ones—” Marc starts to laugh, choking on his first mouthful of liquor. “—and you can have your side of the garage to test things for me.”

“You want me to spy for you?”

“Just for the year, you know. A man on the inside.” Vale nods, taking the bottle from Marc’s hand and sipping. “Uccio said no, so.”

“Well, if Uccio said no,” Marc says, a little mean, sprawling out on the grass with his legs apart. Vale gracefully collapses next to him. Marc considers, briefly, the concept of a marriage bed made of the grass on various general admissions area hills. He decides not to voice this thought. “What, and give away all my secrets?”

A wry smile. Marc blinks and for a second his hair is longer, brighter, platinum. The same expression on his face. He blinks again and it's back to its natural honey-dipped brown fuzz. Not the moon, anymore. 

Vale’s earring catches the light. Maybe the stars.

“You are right— I very much doubt you will give away any of your secrets.”

Marc pokes him with his foot, lies. “For you, I might.”

Vale looks over quizzically, so Marc continues.

“If you give me something, first.”

Vale grins slyly, then pretends to think. Like what? should be the next thing he says, Marc handing him the perfect bait. Instead, he says:

“Ha, I already gave you something.”

“What?” He frowns.

“So, Marc.” Vale thumbs the rim of the bottle at the place where Marc had put his mouth earlier. “Any more girls for you?”

He chokes. Laughs hard and fake. Ah, gave him that.

“Eh, okay. Hm, not yet.”

He never really got around to talking to those friends of his cousins.

“Why? Not enough practice?” Vales says, nice and bright, and Marc swallows. His throat is dry. Probably the alcohol.

Vale’s eyes glint, knife-bright.

It fills Marc up to the brim, this thing hanging between them like a sword. Dangerously, he thinks: they have before, they could again.

He shrugs. “I’m still busy. Maybe once the season ends, you know. Then I’ll have time to go and— study.”

“Ah, I see,” Vale nods his head in bitter, slightly condescending acquiescence, and Marc’s eyes narrow. He’s not sure what the game is, here. 

“Besides, I’ve practiced what? Kissing, once? Not that much else. And with girls— I can’t use much of it anyways, it doesn’t help me there.” Handjobs, he means. Marc’s touched a dick, but he’s never— fingered anyone. Gone down on them. Fucked them. 

Vale’s eyebrows furrow. He looks troubled. “With girls it is not so—”

Marc faces him, cutting him off.

“What. What is it like, with girls.”

A pause. He doesn’t think Vale was expecting Marc to be like this. Then Vale’s expression changes, morphs and dances from a frown to a smile like a drop of quicksilver. He leans closer, sleezy, charming. 

“What do you want to know, baby?”

Marc doesn't blink, meets him head on, seizes on the first thing to come to his mind and keeps his voice straight as an arrow. “Fingering.”

Surprised, Vale sputters a little. He asked.

“Marc, you—” The bright tinkle of an Italian laugh breaks the tension, and Vale throws his head back. He wipes his palms on his jeans then claps his hands together, and Marc’s heart kicks up.

“Fuck, you win, Jesus. Alright.” He stands. “Let's go.”

Marc frowns.

“What?”

Vale offers Marc the broad palm of his hand. Marc zeroes in on the blunt ends of his fingers. His ring.

“You don’t think I’m going to teach you how to finger someone out here on the grass beside turn one, do you?”

As if that stopped him last time.

Marc lets himself get pulled up.

[belethlegwen]

G/t scaling and the concept of war:

Humans who love their entire lives not realizing that tinies living in their backyards have been at a multigenerational war between backyards with endless casualties and endless stories while humans live peaceful lives not worrying about anything except their own day to day lives.

Or we invert it, an old woman is caring for her garden where tinies live. Probably having a lot of conversations and someone to talk to because the old woman’s children are at war. The tinies may be aware that there is a giant war out there, but they know that their world is safe, because their world is the size of a garden. And as bad as things get on the front lines the garden is always cared for.

And if we include more magic than there can be wars inside of wars. Conflicts within conflicts hidden worlds within hidden worlds.

“It is at Verdun we fight. In the distance we can see the giants wage war with each other. But we know not why they fight. We just know that when the giants fight we pause our own. We huddle in the trenches, and we hope that the giants’ weapons, don’t hit where we lie, and we hope they hit where the enemy sits. But even when the giants pause their fighting, we aren’t safe. I’ve seen giants fall and crush entire trenches. Or worse the giants have to dig a grave. We’re too small for them to care if we are there or not. Maybe there was a time they would have cared. But they’re too far broken now. Their faces in the sky are dead eyed, blank, and uncaring for our world. Or for anything else”

“While we wait for the giants to pause their fighting done can continue, I see that the fairies are fighting again in the trenches. They draw such small lines, and they kill each other en masse and I can’t tell why they’re fighting. Maybe they’re fighting to take control over a puddle of clean water. Or they’re trying to get access to a scrap pile. Or maybe it was some rule or custom that was broken that I don’t know nor care about”

“Sometimes the fairies beg for our help, I see them squeaking in tiny voices, begging us to save them. To save them from the fight, to save them from injury, to bury them, or to visit vengeance on their enemies. Some of the men will listen to the prayers, sometimes out of the kindness of their hearts, sometimes for “favors” from the fairies, sometimes they didn’t try anything but they still change the fairies’ war that by walking by or accidentally stepping on them. When our fighting gets busy the fairies pause their fighting as well.”

“I saw my face in a puddle today. It was the same blank tired face of the giant I saw. Someone also broken by this so called Great War. Now I wonder, do the giants have giants to them as well? Beings so massive that I can’t even begin to comprehend them? Beings who could wipe out the giants and myself so quickly I couldn’t even process I was dead before it happened? Or what of the fairies?”

“Do the fairies have their own fairies? Beings so small that I can’t see them? Beings who pray to the fairies for assistance? Who are so small to the fairies that the fairies don’t care to look where they step? And does this continue is there a never ending chain of beings who only get smaller and smaller? Or a never ending chain of beings who are bigger and bigger? All fighting their own wars, not understanding the wars bigger and smaller than themselves?”

“Is the word we fight on its own massive giant who also fights its own war with other planet sized giants? Are there tinies who fight wars on my skin? Who fight in my body in wars so small that it just appears like illness?”

“These thoughts are too much for me, I need to wait for the pause, maybe I will do a favor for one of the fairies. She looks like a girl I liked back home, and it would be good to have company tonight.”

Holy shit.

I don't even know what to say to this. I just wanted to share it without comment because this gave me chills multiple times over.

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Haunting. Terrible.

Amazing work. Thank you so much for sharing. I'm still reeling.

[damneddamsy]

I had to literally get out off my work desk and head downstairs to address this. I have to, otherwise I'd be complicit. People have to know.

I am a proud BIPOC creator much like the eloquent, fantastic @letsgobarbs , and I have been watching this unfold... not just recently, but repeatedly over the span of ten years I've been on this site, every time anyone like me dares to speak up about racism, toxic motifs, or uncomfortable truths in the TLOU fandom. You know what I'm talking about; I'm being vague to address the bigger issues.

I have seen so many wonderful, talented people put so much effort into sharing their perspectives and unpacking their thoughts, sharing resources, about marginalised voices in ways that are brilliant, kind, beautiful, careful and courteous. And instead of that being met with respect, they get accused of being bitter, dramatic and divisive, of ruining things, of overreacting.

And soon enough, the authentic issue gets buried under defensiveness. I just don't understand!

I have to ask: why does our discomfort make you more uncomfortable than the things we’re actually talking about? Why is there always someone deciding that we are the goddamn problem for being minutely precise, academic, emotional and personal?

Now at some point, we have to call it what it is: racist bullshit. You DO NOT get to claim that you are inclusive if that ineffective safety ends the second a BIPOC person is infuriated, critical, or asks you to reflect.

It is just SO exhausting to witness, over and over again, how quickly the conversation shifts from "what's being said" to "how it's being said." No, enough. It's just not right.

I am so tired of watching people I admire get condemned for holding space for necessary, important conversations. I am tired of the entitlement certain people feel toward being entertained without ever being asked to think critically about their passions. And I am so fucking tired of the double standards where some people get to enjoy their media in this peace, and others are expected to swallow their hurt and keep quiet to preserve that foolish peace.

If you're more upset at the fact that we are pointing out racism than you are at the racism itself, then your priorities are showing. Sit with your misery. Look, this isn't about taking away your faves. It's okay to enjoy your stories, and characters and passion, and love. It's also recognising that some of us don’t get to enjoy the same media uncritically, because we live with the real-world consequences of the ideologies it often reflects.

At the very least, the bare minimum, you could respond with: "Hey, that’s valid, and I'll think about it." But the truth is, so many people would rather protect their comfort than confront complicity.

a lot of my friends and a few people who are a lot more eloquent than me have rightfully pointed out the growing racism in the tlou fandom. and usually i would've reblogged one of their posts. but i find that whenever those posts get traction or notes or agreement, all those amazing people get absolutely swamped by tone policing, scathing, dismissive hate anons and racist vitriol at worst. this is a reminder that if you think BIPOC creators are "doing too much" or they need to "relax" and "just don’t engage, instead of ruining everybody else's experience", then you need to take a step back and think about why your entertainment is more important than their shared painful experiences.

The few posts you've seen floating around are not because people called out the racism and zionism within the tlou— BIPOC people aren't out here for funsies trying to snatch toys. Many wonderful blogs kindly shared informative, educational, well formed resources to better understand the last of us and the harm it was inflicting on minoritised communities. They never asked you to not engage with the content or to stop watching, they only asked that you consume it with awareness and without letting it inform your worldview in a way that could be harmful. and MANY blogs decided to take issue with that by vaguely posting about it:

which then grew to overtly posting about how everyone was ruining your fun:

Being so utterly dismissive of the experiences and labour that BIPOC creators have performed to educate you and help you is wildly insane and at the end of the day immensely racist. They didn't owe you the hand-holding, spoon-feeding experience, but i've seen them go above and beyond in their efforts to connect and explain. And if they are short, angry, and upset then they have every right to be after you called them 'losers with dog shit takes'. They aren't butthurt over uwu fandom community things, you've been directly racist to them.

They called out the harmful themes in a media we all consumed. You took that as a personal assault. And decided to shit on them because you didn't know how to deal with feelings of guilt and being wrong other than to be viciously defensive. This is something that was unsurprising and we see it almost everyday. But don't you dare claim yourself or your blog as a safe space for nobody if you can't sit with the fact that sometimes we're wrong about things. All some of y'all had to do was say, "damn that's crazy, not gonna line their pockets but can't help reading these great Joel Miller fics." Or "Yikes, i know this stuff is problematic but that guy looked so hot." And call it a day. You can't tell me that show is SO life changing, so sublime, that amazingly written and shot, that you guys are going down fighting for it. So, at this point, you're just fighting for your privilege to place your comfort, your entertainment and your enjoyment over the trauma, experiences and labour of the BIPOC community.

[tubbytarchia]

Jimmy Legacy SMP thoughts

This has been in my drafts for months but it's presentable enough, I might as well post it now lol. Woe Jimmy suffering upon ye. Gem is particularly involved this time

Jimmy is wearing a bee onesie daww

Jimmy is doing very well and has 0 deaths for awhile whilst many others have already racked up one or few or. ten. He's proud of himself and swears to keep it that way, but Gem placed bamboo around his base which accidentally killed Jimmy when he logged in on top of bamboo? He lost all his stuff and Gem felt bad so she gave him some things, but he proclaims that that's not enough and that Gem's going to get his full wrath (Also Gem doesn't really feel that bad lol she will keep teasing Jimmy with bamboo. Especially in an... incident....). Next time they talk though Jimmy's asking her for a favor and praising her and calling her one of his greatest friends. He asks Gem to rebuild his base and is VERY happy with the result, even as Gem slyly incorporated bamboo in there. Jimmy even offers to pay her even more for her work but Gem refuses (thank you Gem) (Also Jimmy quickly racks up 15 deaths anyway, way more than anyone else)

Jimmy gets the starting village bell and then hides it in one of the houses, putting up a sign allowing people to come in and "see the surprise" if they pay him one diamond. The bell pretty much immediately gets stolen and Jimmy starts interrogating people. He builds this interrogation room with a huge table to make the suspects feel small, and also gives himself a fancy chair whilst the suspects get a stone slab to sit on. He interrogates Sausage, Scott and Pearl, but somehow the situation gets turned around and they're all aware of where the bell is (Pearl claims she didn't though. Shrugs) and start giving Jimmy clues to find it. When he does and starts heading home, they kill him. Awesome. And then someone steals the bell again. In Jimmy's pursuit he accidentally freed a villager from one of the villager houses and then his base was encased in a dirt box as a punishment

Gem at some point helps Jimmy build a bit again, and when Jimmy's far away from his base and desperate for specific logs, Gem says she'll bring him some for a handshake, +1 respect, and a hug. Gem also a few episodes later leaves him a shulker box full of goods with a sign "thank you for being such a good friend". The Elytra in in though IS named "chicken wings" but Jimmy doesn't take any offense to it

Jimmy has been promising to get back at Gem for awhile now, but debates being the bigger person and instead just leaving her a cake in thanks for her gift. But then he sees his player head, reminded of how Gem killed him, and immediately decides against it. He puts bamboo all over Gem's base and Gem basically says she'll get back at him and she's no longer his babysitter or something

Jimmy is now on 22 deaths, "over half of those deaths are from other people killing me. I've died, I reckon, about 6 times on stream from other people just shooting me. Before you say I bring it upon myself, I haven't. Any of the times, I haven't, I promise."

Gem and Jimmy go in the nether together to get wither skulls and then later kill the Wither together, which is cute... There is one part that I'd comment on more but I CANNOT figure out if Gem is saying "you're pathetic" or "we're pathetic" in response to Jimmy explaining that they've gotten very unlucky with wither skull drops, and now I can't say anything because my thoughts would severely differ depending on which it is...!! Gem also says "Being on call with you is a good workout for the smile muscles" (Also for what it's worth, Gem dies to the Wither and not Jimmy)

He and Gem do a coin flip on who gets the Wither loot, and Gem wins, although she voices uncertainty "this is cruel" and Jimmy insists "I've made my bed, now I sleep in it" (he brought up the coinflip idea). When Gem's running off, Jimmy, under his breath goes "I really dislike her" ??

Jimmy finds and tames 3 skeleton horses, and wants to give one to Gem, and names that one "Gem smells". Meanwhile Gem names one of his skeleton horses "Jimmy is the best". She later renames another one to "Meatball" because apparently she wants to start nicknaming him that in retaliation for the "Gem smells" horse.

There's this prank war between fWhip and Jimmy regarding his chicken shop (Jimmy builds a fried chicken shop on higher ground behind fWhips' shop to get more attention, fWhip buils a wall in front of it so no one would see it, Jimmy makes it airborne, fWhip smites it down into a burning mess on the ground) and I just want to point this out as an example of Jimmy being pranked and laughed at in a very "good sport" sense. it's fun. I wish there was more of this rather than just jokes made at Jimmy's expense with no further nuance

Jimmy started a raid on a village to try and get the Hero achievement, but died. Pearl came to save his items and to help him out though <3. And then as they were fighting together Jimmy accidentally killed her </3

Jimmy starts building a "mob head room" which he wants to be a secret from everyone. One episode later. ONE episode later. It gets completely vandalized with a bunch of honey comb blocks, campfires and his own head. And I know I've said this a few times before but I swear to god it sounds like Jimmy is about to cry it really does. My poor son. He's all better like 20 seconds later though

Jimmy and Gem had a bet at the start of the SMP which Gem won so Jimmy after a long time finally built her a little shrine cave room and Gem loved it... She kind of ran away though when Jimmy explained needing her head to complete the armor stand of her. He'd later put in a quest for someone else to do it for a bounty, lol

Jimmy and Gem choose to joust. Gem wins, Jimmy doesn't get even one hit on her. The punishment is that Gem gets to edit Jimmy's skin and he will have to wear the edited version for a week. So what does Gem do? Gives him a pacifier and shoves bamboo up his ass. Gem.. Gem....... Gem I love you but I really want to strangle you right now why did you do this. She's so sweet and encouraging beforehand too which just makes it hit that much worse. (Jimmy flies over to her for the skin, lands, and goes "did you like my landing?" which makes me extra emotional because. canary Jimmy learning to fly... And Gem is very nice to him). She does also give him her flower crown, antlers included, but, mghghhh the pacifier...???? Let it be a reminder that Jimmy gets infantilized in canon in many instances. I am not the problem,,,, And then they go and show it off to Pearl who goes "what"

Vile. Vile it is

Episode 17 starts with Jimmy mourning. That he has to keep wearing the skin for a little while longer. But he checks in with his bounty and an anonymous person did follow through and left him a Gem head. Jimmy expresses gratitude that that actually worked and that he wasn't just pranked again. But then he goes to his Gem shrine to but the Gem head on the armor stand and finds that someone already placed a trading villager head on it

"People were killing me on Saturday. How many deaths am I on? 38. Fantastic. I love myself."

The base Gem built for Jimmy is, to no one's surprise, incredibly cool inside and out. She even included a secret room that Jimmy finds has been filled with chickens.

Jimmy after seeing Gem's base: "bro that build has made me feel really bad about everything I'm doing on this server now. Should I even be here?" but then he does also take it as motivation to work on his own fantasy base that he's been neglecting. And he's doing great! He logs in next episode to find Arch actively fleeing from an udder he built on top of one of Jimmy's towers, dripping with milk... But this is something he also did to Sausage so good for him

He meets up with Sausage to let him know that it's Arch who's been doing this, but he forgot to take off his pacifier skin and Sausage goes "take that off, I can't look you in the face!" and I have never agreed with him more. He and Sausage plan out a prank against Arch and then go enact it together. Wow Jausage content that is actually bearable to me...!!

Jimmy rebuilds the glorious dirt block, adds levels and protruding corners to it and ends up really liking it. "I actually really like it. Oh no, I like one of my builds..!?". he's very fond of the entrance too

"Dude, when did I get good at building things?"

If you know me you know that I think Jimmy IS a good builder and has been for a long time and. look, look at this interior he did all by himself

Tell me this isn't hella cute and cozy. He's proud of it too <3

Episode 20, the dreaded, dreaded, dreaded quiz. I had trouble sitting through this video awhile back but here we go. Gem and Sausage know that Jimmy is bad at Minecraft trivia and decide to do a gameshow type of thing and they invite Jimmy to do a quiz. They're confident he's gonna lose and will have to die as a punishment, IF he does well, he gets to live. No prize though, lmao. Only if he gets the the questions 100% correct, he will get a prize, which, is obviously not going to happen. They lure Jimmy into a tent, tell him to stand on a specific block, inform him that there's going to be spectators, and then activate a lever to make him fall into the actual gameshow room where they join him and promptly force him into a glass stage. Then Sausage goes "wait, shouldn't he take his clothes off first?" which makes sense. He should get rid of his loot so it doesn't potentially burn in lava. But um eugh anyway. He does get privacy as he undresses lol

He gets some questions right, some wrong. Sausage asks him an easy question because "I give you nice things, cause I like you Jim!". Jimmy gets enough questions wrong to be on the brink of death, turns to Sausage for the last question and Sausage goes "Alright, you know what, I will give you a soft-ball question. Okay, this is another one, because I want you to win, I want you to survive this, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to burn in lava, I don't want to have to laugh at you." Can you see why I'm having a wildly hard time sitting through this. Jimmy gets the answer right and starts proclaiming that he's won and he's free. Sausage is all "wow!! How'd he do it!!"

And then they douse him in lava anyway and he dies. I'm so glad Sausage is definitely not manipulative or a liar

I'd like to comment on his cubito body language too throughout all this. Jimmy is very fidgety and lowkey his prolonged cowering, prey animal stance makes me hurt. But at some point he goes "You see me hopping around in here? I'm confident!" as he jumps back and forth in his tiny cage briefly. Gem also comments "You're sweating, oh my gosh"

I will say, Sausage and Gem both later decorate the interior of one of his bases for free, so that was nice of them. But I will not forgive them jesus christ

Jimmy lost the footage for it, but apparently Gem took him on a scavenger hunt and gave him some nice gifts and some not so nice gifts

Since the beginning of the series, Jimmy has had a quest to find Sausage's lost pickaxe, which he does make an effort to do so but ultimately fails. Episode 21 now, and Sausage has gotten it back himself and demanding a refund. Jimmy asks how he even got the pick back and Sausage is all "Oh you don't know what I went through for this pickaxe, it should have been you who went through that!" - "No, it's your pickaxe! Why do I need to do it?" "Jimmy I had to do another quiz show! I'm the one who got burned this time, I know how it feels now!" - "You do know how it feels, you're the one who burned me alive.". Killing Sosig with my own bare hands

Jimmy is trying to weasel himself out of this, trying to convince Sausage to let him mark the case as "solved" (as if he solved it, and not Sausage) but Sausage doesn't want to let him which IS fair. Jimmy briefly suffocates Sausage in some pistons which was awesome. Ultimately Sausage agrees to let him mark the case as solved, meaning Jimmy has a perfect track record, although he makes a bunch of jabs at Jimmy in doing so and Jimmy does refund him. Just kidding, he exits the Clue corp, Sausage follows, Jimmy sees a skeleton, runs back inside, blocks Sausage out as he gets shot and tells him to stay out there and that they're done

Episode 23 is the last one, no fanfare, no finale stuff. He never gets to finish his megabase, I don't think he was even halfway done with it, and that makes me sad because I'd love to see a megabase from Jimmy of all people, the way it was coming along, it looked really cool, but alas

There is one last noteworthy interaction though, between him and Arch. He asked Arch to build him a sorter for whatever he asked in return. Arch did so but he also pranks Jimmy with it, showering him in chickens. It's very hearty though, Jimmy says it's the best prank that's been done on him and Arch says that that can be the payment, he doesn't ask for anything more. Thank you Arch, that was nice of you, even if Jimmy did inadvertently call it embarrassing. It was still a nice interaction to cap this off

[scuttle-buttle]

Thunderbolts* Headcanons

Post movie Thunderbolts × GN Reader on the team

This has movie spoilers!!!

CW: general audiences, mentions of therapy and alcohol, this is happy stuff

We are SOOOO in an Avengers Tower Renaissance right now and I'm living for it. So here are some of my thoughts and musings about what our favorite band of misfits are up to as the New Avengerz*

• Bob isn't comfortable branching out and doing a lot of the more intense things, but he loves being domestic around the watchtower for the team. He always insists that he can help clean the place or do dishes and laundry for everyone. At first you worried he would get tired of the menial tasks but he liked having something he could do for the team. He does love it when you help him out, and he (not so secretly) loves that you play music and dance or sing along while you wash dishes and he dries them

• Bob is also willing to try whatever anyone cooks - even Alexei. He'd just shrug and say he'd had worse in his body before and take a bite bigger than was necessary. The rest of the team watches in horror as he chews, manages to swallow, and gives a "its.... ah.. not bad" in his awkwardly charming way.

• Alexei's friendly slap on his back is enough to almost knock Bob over

• The only time Bob didn't try something of Alexei's is when he made bootleg vodka and Yelena slapped it out of his hand before he could take a swig

• Yelena and Ava have sleepovers. You join them, of course. They didn't get them as children, so they are making up for lost time now. Yelena insists on doing makeup every. Single. Time.

• Walker would surprisingly be a good gym buddy. At first you thought he'd be too snarky with you, but you found a good rhythm. Sometimes he gives football captain vibes tho and you definitely tease him about it

• You teach bucky to knit. He does it begrudgingly but is a quick study. When walker and yelena called him old man or grandpa, or they give him smirks he just grumbles "It's relaxing."

• Alexei tries to plan parties or fun nights or whatever you want to call them. He tries to be unpredictable but let's be honest - every single one starts with a drinking game, peaks with very loud (off key) singing, and ends with a group hug around him after he starts dramatically crying to the team about how much he loves everyone and how they are his family and he loves the work they do

• Bob loves to sit and chat. It begins as small talk about your days, then next thing you know it's 1 am and you're sitting on the floor facing each other having heart to hearts about anything and everything. He also likes it when you all (really just you and Yelena) run your fingers thru his hair as you talk. Once or twice he's fallen asleep next to you as he listen to you ramble on

• He snores lightly. Sometimes he mumbles. It's adorable

• Yelena begins to dance again, this time for pleasure. She hated it in the red room but found a newfound freedom in it now that she's an avenger. It makes her feel closer to Natasha too

• Walker loves reality TV but pretends he loathes it. If you have it on TV and he walks in he will constantly criticize and talk thru the entire episode. But he has a bad habit of leaving his phone unlocked at the gym and you've seen several searches for the latest gossip in his Google history

• You and Bob help Ava with time trials using her powers. So far she's up to 2 and a half minutes now when invisible

• At first Valentina used to try and make passive aggressive comments towards Bob not using his abilities, but the team very quickly shut that down. She never pushed Bob again

• I like to think that Bucky's cat Alpine was actually found by Yelena in a dumpster outside. She has the habit of trying to save the "little guy" and all the animals. Bucky didn't want to deal with this new kitten but she immediately bonded with him. He succumbed within seconds

• Now Bucky's lock screen is Alpine sleeping

• The team does group therapy once a month at minimum

• You're pretty sure bucky and walker have unspoken staring contests. Ava always declares the winner

• Bob cries at all the movies, but so do you and Alexei

• Valentina tells them they swear too much for being the new avengers so they start a tally. Each time one of them swears they have to put a tick mark down. At the end of the week the person with the most has to cook or buy dinner for the team. Somehow it ends up being you at least 50% of the time

• It's never been Bob

[ahotknife]

Hi!! First of all, I love your fics, you’re incredibly talented and I would eat up anything you write <3

And now, my question! You always write Adam as dominant and a bit of a sadist (which I totally agree with), but yesterday I was thinking about how that fits the canon idea that Adam is scared to death of becoming his father in terms of violence. Because the way he practices sex is violent, and obviously his partners (Ronan at least) enjoy it, but wouldn’t he be afraid of losing control and crossing a line? So, how do we think Adam approaches this?

It’s just a thought that popped out of my mind and I really wanted to know your opinion on that!

Okay, that’s all 🌟 Thank you and have a good day!

hi! yes i have had many conversations about this and will attempt to distill this response into a few main points.

1. the application of controlled violence against a consenting peer is radically different from physical abuse of any kind. kink, and especially impact play or physical punishment, is a form of catharsis and it’s all fun & games for all parties involved. if it’s not, you’re doing it wrong.

2. adam has darker, violent tendencies in canon—messy but true. he wishes he’d been the one to punch his father, he kills whelk (or at least ensures he doesn’t live), he masterminds a pretty extreme way to destroy greenmantle’s life. this does not mean he is doomed to become physically abusive, but the impulses are there. adam likes power. he wants to have power, and he likes to identify power in other people so he can come up with ways to control it—in his daydreams these methods are often physical.

3. to my earlier point about catharsis: people are into what they’re into for a reason. i’m not saying this is a conventional or necessarily “pretty” itch he needs to scratch in his brain, but i think there’s something to being the person who hits instead of being hit. i think there’s something to being able to exercise a compulsion onto another person and then tell that person they did a good job, they did so well, they’re so good and he’s so proud of them. not to be all “you just wouldn’t get it” but if you’re not into BDSM it’s probably not going to make much sense. you’ll just have to take my word for it that engaging in that kind of scene is really fun and everybody involved gets off on it.

4. specifically regarding ronan, it’s pretty clear from canon that ronan is a masochistic thrill seeker. aside from the tattoos, fast cars, and reckless behavior, he starts fights on purpose and does things that will undoubtedly result in injury on purpose. he doesn’t attempt to temper his own physical responses or urges, and he doesn’t shy away from adam’s. also: ronan is bigger and stronger than adam—i don’t think there’s a way adam could really truly hurt him. there is always that risk, but i don’t think ronan’s in any danger of real damage. first of all that’s not adam’s goal, second of all ronan wouldn’t let him do it. (only i know the super secret adamronan safeword that lurks in the peripheral awareness of all my fic.)

tl;dr—adam already has the impulse to be violent. adam already has an innate preference for physical behavior & responses. he won’t be his father, because he isn’t his father. deciding you’re not going to abuse your loved ones is enough—he won’t abuse ronan, because he doesn’t want to. if he had kids, he wouldn’t abuse them, either, because he doesn’t want to. we see him curtail a few outbursts in mixed company—he’s capable of it even without an actual outlet for it. kink would be a practical, consensual way for him to sublimate his desires into something he enjoys. i think he approaches it knowing it’s something he wants and something ronan wants—no point in ignoring or repressing something so huge if you can get some really good sex out of it. kink is like a sandbox—it’s a controlled environment where safeguards are in place to make sure no real damage is done (as long as what you practice is SSC/RACK), so you can have a lot of fun there.

and also: it’s hot & i like writing it, so adam approaches it thinking it’s hot so that i have reasons to keep writing it. but don’t worry, it IS grounded in canon.

hope this helps!

[mianaissante]

# FRIENDS — JJK, y. itadori

“ what the hell were we? tell me we weren't just friends, this doesn't make much sense, no.”

→ your best friend itadori who seemed to have no sense of personal space asks if you could help him understand the female anatomy for an upcoming date.

tags: nsfw, itadori yuuji /femreader!!, smut, assisted sex, oral f and m receiving, whimpering itadori, switch itadori, fingering, squirting.

୨୧ it is recommended to listen to friends by chase atlantic

minors dni, enjoy!

“You want me to what?”

you could not believe what your ears had just heard, your own best friend, the same kid you used to share a bathtub with after messy playtimes in the park, is asking you something you didn't expect he'd ask.

“ pretty pleasee [name]? help me with this..” if you could compare his eyes to a simple object, it would be that of a shape of a heart. he was practically begging, bugging, and annoying you for the past hour or so, and to be quite honest, your heart has been panging non stop.

how could he not think of what he's asking? you couldn't imagine even touching him sensually, yet alone fuck him?! you bit your lips and winced, his eyes bore into yours, begging to be noticed.

“ is porn not enough? yuuji, i can't do it with you.” he frowned and pouted, lips turning plumper. he was whining now of course.

“I don't watch porn remember?” he cried.

you rolled your eyes, sighing at his childish behavior. he asked you an hour ago if you could help him figure out how to give pleasure to a woman, but you know the way that you could only teach it was with having him beneath your pussy.

you never thought about him like that, you never thought about the feel of his touch, the feel of his lips against yours, and the feel of his dick rubbing against your cunt.

the thought of it was giving you whiplash, you were so done with him and his damned whining.

but you can't help but give into his ideas, would things change because of a simple fuck? it wouldn't…right?

he seemed too casual about this, like it's his second nature to cause you such immense feelings, feelings of doubt and to your surprise, lust.

you had to admit, he had a nice lean build, good muscles decorated his healthy body, and a cute jawline that could cut your finger. his lips looked quite cute too, it was always plump and pink because of his constant borrows of your lip balm.

fuck, what were you thinking? but now there was this pool of wetness that you needed to attend to, and embarrassingly enough, you're horny.

itadori didn't stop bugging you though, his hands were still clenched into yours, on his knees and crying to you for help. you noticed your size difference to him, you were fairly shorter than him, but he had a much bigger body than you, his hands felt strong and firm against yours. you thought what it would feel like against your clit, rubbing against it, clashing circles around its bud.

“ yuuji…fuck, you make it so hard to deny you..” his eyes shine at your words, a smile beginning to appear on his lips. “ does that mean you'll help me?”

how could your best friend be this innocent and cute? it's such a shame you had to take it. “ yes, i’ll help you but under one condition.”

he furrowed his eyebrows and pouted, “ what is it?”

“no kissing on the lips while we have sex.”

his eyes widened, “ sex?! no no no [name] you have it wrong. i just wanted some tips, not on you…you know?” he was frantically waving his hands everywhere, saying sorry for making you think that way.

you felt embarrassed, your cheeks feigning with red, why…did you think that? you rubbed your thighs to shake the feeling. a lump in your throat started to swell and you gulped, “ let's try learning it using a pillow…”

“ okay!!” a stupid grin glittering on his face, and you felt nervous.

you set everything up, placing a pillow in the middle of the bed. yuuji went to your bathroom to take a piss real quick before doing the session you promised him.

“so how will i do it?” he sighed, plopping down next to you, the weight of the bed paying much more attention to him. your eyes scanned his figure, his fingers to be exact.

“you seem to have nice fingers,” you faced him, thighs spread apart and crawled to him. your hands took his, surveying his long dainty fingers. they felt calloused and thick, perfect for fingering, you thought.

“does that help with anything?” he asked innocently, panning his eyes down from his hands to your eyes which seemed to have its own world.

the air in the room felt stuffy, and for some reason you couldn't catch your breath. “ yeah it does, it helps a girl feel good with foreplay.”

“what’s foreplay?” he pouted his lips again, your eyes stuck with it, wanting to kiss that cute pout off his face. you waddled your way in front of him, the pillow now on your lap.

“foreplay is what you have to do to make a girl feel ready for penetrative sex, usually this is done with your mouth or your fingers.”

“so..i have to use my mouth for this?” he asks, the pads of his fingers tapping on his lips. you nodded, your fingers spread the imaginary folds of the pillow, seeing it as if it was a pussy.

“imagine this is a pussy, yuuji.” you trailed, your index finger pointing the parts. “ these are the folds, not as sensitive as the clit up here, and down here is the vagina or the hole you put your dick in.”

“you seem to be an expert [name],” he chucked nervously, a hand cupping his nape. of course you were an expert, you memorized every crevice of your pussy to know your weak points and how to feel good.

you explained to him how to find the clit and he was frowning the entire time, and finally you paused, “ why?”

“it’s hard to learn these things when i can't see what i’m supposed to..” he sighed, trying to figure out what you did just to simply recreate it.

“you have to try harder yuuji, i’ll teach you how to give head.” he nodded silently and gave the pillow back to you.

“okay, remember all the parts i told you?” you turn your eyes to him but you were facing the pillow. “ yup,” you smiled and opened your tongue, the scene turning way more lewder than itadori had expected.

your best friend fumbled with the hem of his sweater, watching you intently as you gave the pillow pleasure. your tongue was swirling in circles, focusing on that one spot you showed itadori as the clit. he felt hot, not the uncomfortable kind, but he did feel kind of sticky down there.

your lips cupped the top of the spot you licked, sucking harshly before bringing your fingers right on top of your chin, “after warming this up you can use your fingers, yuuji.” you mumbled, getting lost in the details as you teach him.

there was no denying that you felt horny, for fuck’s sake you were licking a goddamn pillow sexually in front of your best friend.

yuuji kept his eyes on your slick tongue, noticing the saliva building up on your lips, turning plumper by the second. his shorts felt tighter than usual, and so he looked down.

“[name]…what's…what's this?!” his screamed thrashed you out of your trance, you dropped the pillow. you quickly rushed to his side, absolutely worried if he got hurt or anything.

“what’s wrong?!” you frantically move, but then you were met with the tent of his shorts. your gaping mouth closed and hummed.

“you've never had a boner before?”

“a boner?”

“its when you feel lust that your dick springs up, hard. it’s usually when you're horny.”

itadori hums, feeling his heart skip so many beats, his head was panging. “ how will i make it go away?”

you slumped down beside him, bringing your fingers to massage the bridge of your nose, unbelievable. “ how could you ask me to teach you if you haven't even had a boner yet?”

“i— I don't know..” he whispered, shifting his hands behind his back, spreading his legs in a more comfortable position. “ [name], it hurts badly…” a whimper let out from his quivering lips, he was biting it down hardly out of pure pain.

his eyes dwelled to yours, looking you to your side, “ help me please [name], help me” he groaned, wincing his eyes tightly.

you gulped, the puddle in your panties flooding more and more at the sight. he was practically begging you to fuck him, and how could you not resist?

“yuuji, once i help you…please forget it ever happened.” he nodded and you kneeled in front of his figure.

he was manspreading, hands clutching the sheets and panting. you brought your fingers to his knees, the sudden contact making your best friend shudder in his seat.

you dragged your hands from his knees to his thighs, repeating the action while glueing your eyes on his and his only. “ [name]…” he whimpered again. you have never seen him this helpless, and fuck did it take a toll on you. you were down on the floor rubbing your thighs together, itching to get a reaction from your own body.

“i’m sorry.” whispering on his skin, you brought your head in between his thighs, peaking at him now, the tent seemed bigger than before, it might even be bigger than your head, you gulped. “ take your shorts off yuuji.”

he followed swiftly, leaving him only in his boxers that was glittered with splashes of precum, the darkness churning with the grey color of the clothe.

you dragged your lips onto the supple flesh of his thighs, you opened your mouth to reveal your hot tongue, now laying it flatly on his skin then enveloping it with tightness, thus eliciting a moan from yuuji’s pursed lips, he was shaking under your touch.

yuuji felt a knot forming in his stomach with the way you were peppering him up with kisses, and undeniable purple-ish marks. watching you feverishly touch him as if you had been dying to felt weird, felt like he was going to burst open.

you pried your fingers on the hem of his boxers, slowly dragging it down his legs while he lifted his hips up in assistance. holy shit was he big. his pulsating cock slapped your forehead harshly, bouncing right after you removed the clothe that separated his dick from your mouth. your pussy was aching, wanting, needing to be touched, you hummed at his length.

however with the position you were in, his dick seemed to grow longer in reaction to it. you gulped, feeling nervous. will it be able to fit your mouth?

you sat up properly, itadori watching you closely made you more relentless. you lifted your locks, turning your head to the side tying your hair in the process.

“tell me if it hurts, yuuji..” you whisper, opening your mouth to finally welcome his dick in it. he nods, however that action stopping abruptly when you took his dick with both your hands, placing the tip on top of your lips. “ ha-hah..” he moaned, throwing his head back in absolute pleasure.

for a guy with a huge dick, he sure was inexperienced.

your lips fit perfectly with his tip, your tongue sensually circling and tapping on his hole. you moaned with the sensation of this new experience, dragging both your hands up and down on his thickness.

his chest heaved heavily, rotating his head to look at your disheveled figure trying to swallow him whole. “ f-fuck [name], how..are you this good?” he gritted through his teeth, hanging his head low while you sucked your cheeks to make it a tighter feeling for him. “ngh-augh!”

the sounds he was making, his expression contorting, and his thighs tightening, fuck you never expected you'd see this side of your best friend, so horny and needy. it never crossed your mind that he might be this noisy in bed, but now you know he was.

“i gave megumi head before..” you pulled away from his dick, delirious almost. you were giggling at his length, tapping his own dick on your cheeks as you kissed his tip.

yuuji’s eyes went dark, as if he was mad, as if he was jealous. he poked his tongue from the side of his cheek and clicked it, “ was he as big as me, [name]?”

you shook your head, giving into his length again, finally adjusting to his size you deep throat his fat, girthy, cock. “ i need you to answer me with words, [name],” he says ever so firmly, a hand beginning to caress your chin.

it was like he flipped a switch, it was like he wasn't innocent like before. you were so turned on, this thing he displayed, fuck..he looked so hot.

you lifted yourself from his dick again, liquids of saliva and precum mixing together latching onto your lips and the head of his fat cock. “ no yuuji, he's not as big as you…” you giggled and fucked him with your mouth.

“that's r-right [name.]” your best friend whimpered between his moans, he was gonna burst, he was gonna explode and cum all over your pretty little mouth. your lips looked so beautiful sinking into his dick, the way your throat would tighten around his length, and the way your lips would meet with the base of his cock. fuck he was dying, he was needing to cum.

itadori yuuji, your best friend who never had a single dirty thought about you was now going crazy with your lips. he threw his head back at your repeated motions, hollowing out, sucking in, going up and down harshly, and your constant choking against his dick.

you felt tears starting to brim in your eyes, you couldn't breathe but you couldn't help but continue, it was like he was a drug you could never be swayed to be off of. squelches of your tight throat, gurgling of your saliva mixed with his pre cum, and the sounds of his whimpers bounced off the walls. he was close, so fucking close.

“what's this feeling, [name] it feels like i’m going to explode, ah-hah fuck!” he cried, bringing your head closer to the base of his cock, locking you in good with his dick as your throat starts to tighten up.

“thur gunna chum” you managed to muffle through, you couldn't pull out, he had both hands behind your head and his hips were now bucking itself into your mouth. it was like he was losing consciousness, you could not recognize this man at all.

you were crying, tears mixing with dripping saliva. “ ugh-hah” yuuji rutted his hips harder, finally experiencing his high. his hands finally let go of your head and you pulled out, dizzy from the motions of earlier.

spurts of cum released in ribbons, decorating your face with it. just when you thought he was finished releasing, more came out, it was like a pool collecting on your face. you couldn't see a thing and to be true, you never felt way more hornier than this.

“t-that felt amazing..” he panted, eyes finally clearing up, shocked with how you looked. “ shit sorry name, i released all over your face..” he wiped his cum off your eyes and you smiled, “ it's okay..”

he frowned and shook his head, “ no it's not.” he continued to wipe your face and now you were clean from his cum. “ thanks for helping me, [name]. but…”

you panted, tired from everything. your hair was a mess and your cheeks were dried with tears and cum. “ but..what?”

“i feel guilty for making you go through this, can i…give you pleasure?”

“but you barely learned what i taught you..” you sighed.

“teach me while i do it, [name]. i’m serious.”

you rose up from your position, never really noticing how much it caused pain to your knees. itadori snaked his hands on your waist just like what he used to do when you're hurt and pulled you on his lap.

“are you okay [name]?” he was pouting the entire time, caressing your back in doing so but you felt so sensitive you shuddered a moan. you clutched yourself to his shoulders, fingers latching onto it as you shake the feeling off. “ yeah, i’m okay..”

“take your shirt off yuuji, you're hot and sweaty.” you dragged the hem of his sweater upwards revealing his lean build. abs decorated his abdomen and a defined chest heaved heavily against your touch.

“listen closely ‘coz I don't want you biting my pussy off by accident.” you teased, you and his breaths taking place were heard solely in the room. “ i won’t.” he shook his head with pursed lips.

he looked so determined it was cute.

you got off his lap, taking your soiled shorts off, revealing your lace panties that you always wore at home thinking no one will be able to see. yuuji watched you intently, hands fidgeting on itself and his lips bitten. he looked nervous.

you pulled your shirt off, usually you don't wear bras at home, even if yuuji is staying. you guys had a relationship so close that you didn't care about wearing such fabrics.

but as of right now, you were doubting such decisions. yuuji, being the gentleman that he is, kept his hands to himself even if your boobs were on full display. fully erect nipples and puffy tits, how pretty.

he gulped at the sculpt of your body, to him you looked much like aphrodite, nobody could ever come close to you. not ever, not even once.

you decided to ignore his lust-fueled stares and sank your knees to the bed, he stood up at your action. you had your ass up as you made your way to the middle, the sight making yuuji feel hard again.

“come here,” you invite him over, spreading your leg in the process. he soon follows and sits in front of you. “ take my panties off, yuuji.” a string of your wet slick connecting your beating pussy from the thin clothe.

he nodded, him being significantly quieter than usual. when you thought he'd just pull it off, he didn't. instead he felt both your knees with his long calloused hands, as if copying the way you did it with him. you were done for.

“you're so wet, [name]. is that normal?”

he caressed your thighs, pulling the sensitive skin towards him then away, then sank his face onto your right thigh, dragging his lips from your groin to your knee.

fuck, he was a fast learner.

“n—no, it's just that i’m wetter because of you” yuuji smiled underneath your horny cunt. “ It's sticky,” he states, gliding his fingers up and down on the slippery folds of your pussy.

your breath hitched, dozens of nerve endings being struck by the pads of his calloused fingers. you felt yourself reeling in with excitement, this pounding weight on your head beginning to subside into something more

he kissed your inner thighs, occasionally sucking and tugging on your sensitive skin, giving you an opportunity to suppress a moan with your hands. “ f-fuck yuuji, stop teasing me.”

“but isn't this what you did with me?” he grumbled, flattening his tongue on your skin then circling it, sucking harshly before kissing you again. his wet lips glistened against the low lights of your room.

“it is but—hah you're not—hah giving me pleasure..” you moaned, you didn't know why you were this sensitive but seeing yuuji in between your thighs made you feel things, it was making you feverish, wanting for more.

he stopped teasing your thighs and bit on your panties, tearing it away from you. you winced at the sight, how did he look so hot? your best friend, your only friend you felt was there for you.

you ruffled his hair and lifted it from his forehead, “ listen closely okay?”

he hummed, sitting on the bed. his boner looked more obvious now, you were surprised with how quick it got hard right after cumming. “ you see this?” you spread apart the slick skin of your pussy, revealing your aching hole pulsating for his cock and your plump clit throbbing in angst.

“this i-is the clit, be careful with it because it's sensitive,” you whimpered, biting down on your lips as your index finger grazed your bud accidentally. “ t-too much stimulation can make a woman too tired, it can be overstimulating and painful instead of giving pleasure.”

yuuji was observing the way you brought circles on your ever delirious cunt, his eyes darkening as he nodded. you closed your eyes for a second and saw him between your thighs once more, this time the sight was erotic. too erotic for you.

a high squeal escaped from your plump lips, “ is this good?” your best friend speaks on your sopping pussy, abused and in need of attention. you see him rocking his head as if he was making out with your cunt with his nose resting on your pubic bone.

your toes curled at the feeling of his tongue massaging the skin surrounding your clit, it was fucking amazing that your hips kept bucking upward. “ y-yes yuuji..” you groaned between pants, choosing to tear your sight away from such a scene.

seeing yuuji like that, with his huge hands man handling your resisting thighs to keep being spread open, his nose that trickled hot air on your clit, the feeling of his slick wet tongue pulsing and flicking parts of you that you never knew, you were absolutely done for.

the continuous sounds of his lapping mouth on your soaked cunt filled the room, the rhythmic squelches, holy shit you weren't going to last. a pit in your stomach started to form when yuuji decided to play with your clit after a while, you swore you saw heaven.

“ fuck!” you moaned, your head swinging to the right which made yuuji frown. “ am I doing good?” he muffles before proceeding to suction his lips on your pulsating bud which puckered disdainfully in shame. “ why are you looking away?”

you were close to crying, “ it's good, don't worry.” your hands that previously gripped the sheets travelled to your mouth that tried to censor out the devilish and sinful moans your lips decided to spill. “m-more than enough.”

yuuji swirled his tongue beneath that suction, flicking it in soft licks. he couldn't believe that he made a girl whimper beneath him, and he couldn't believe that the reaction would come from you. his hands rested tightly on your inner thighs, threading through the bones of your hips with the way he had your legs wrapped around his neck.

“ why aren't you making any sound?” his voice low and raspy, lust breathing through his slick lips. your chest heaved harder with each stroke, each tease, you didn't dare to moan harder than you did. was yuuji really a virgin? how is he so good at this? he sounded frustrated, “ [name]?”

you finally decided to look at him, but he already beat you to it. his eyes were half lidded, twirling his tongue on your clit then suctioning on it with his lips, your wet juices coating the supple skin of his chin. yuuji left your sad bud and paid attention to your needy hole that pulsed open and close with each movement of his devilish tongue.

“ngh—hah!yuu...” your hips bucked upwards uncontrollably as if it had a mind of its own. “ let me hear you, pretty.” he hums in between your folds, shaking his head left to right which overstimulated your cunt. “ remove your hands...”

yuuji grumbled and leaned backward, resting his hand on your pubic bone. fingers danced on your sensitive skin when he moved forward to reach for your stubborn hands that couldn't follow his instructions. cold air flowed on top your cunt, the change in temperature lead to your hips releasing upward.

torturous hands, calloused and huge next to yours, pinned on the headboard of the bed. “yuuji-” eyes widened, your mouth gaped at the absolute action your best friend made. he had you wrapped around his finger and... wasn't it supposed to be you leading him?

“ jus' making sure..you keep them away from your filthy mouth..” he whispers on your ear, his free hand holding your chin. you gulped. the hair from your body started to rise in a series of goosebumps, yuuji's index finger was prancing in a straight line from your collar bone, to your navel, and down your hips.

continuously, up...and down...up...and down.

“i—hah— didn't teach you this...” you expressed in long sighs, back arching with the contact of his textured fingers. the weight of the bed shifted when his knee crept between your sopping cunt. he was breathing heavily when he scooped low to lick the skin of your ear, the corner of your lips, and then your neck. “ you tricked me..” you moaned, trying to resist his hand but he was stronger.

your cunt was more than needy, it was feverish and annoying, frustrating almost. you needed his rough fingers in it, but no, yuuji was teasing the living hell out of you.

“ no, I didn't...” he gasped, planting soft kisses all over your shivering body. hips rocking from side to side with toes curling when the disgustingly erotic sounds of his lips trailing your body with wet hickeys. “ i jus'...figured it out right now..”

his hand removed yours from the headboard and down to the pillows, still above your head though. “ tell me what to do here,” yuuji grumbles, his large hands prying your folds open. the feeling sending you to your ecstasy.

“ hold..on!” you squealed when his index finger slipped between the slick squelches of your cunt. “agh—hah!yuu—” crying beneath him wasn't in one of your bingo cards, neither was him fingering you like a poor dumb bimbo.

the pads of his fingers rose up and down, grazing on your hardened clit which had a heart beat of its own. “ wa-wait!” you whined, feeling his rough finger massaging soft circles on your bud.

he listened and pulled back, a string of cum between his index finger and your cunt. you leaned on the headboard and made him come closer. “ look..” you start, opening your folds with two fingers. “ this is the clit right?”

he nods, licking his wet lips. “ yeah.”

“ you can stimulate this with your thumb...while” you began touching yourself accordingly, seething through your teeth by how sensitive you had become. “ your index finger...or middle finger can keep the vagina stimulated...this way.”

you pried one finger into your cunt, surprised by how tender and slippery it was. you never knew that it could be this loose, you were really turned on. “y-you have to—” you couldn't bare looking at yuuji any longer. his dick was tapping his belly button, still ridden with cum.

“ you have to hook it upwards..” you remove your fingers from your hole, “ like this..”

“ okay...” he panted, sweat dribbling on his chest and across his abs.

“ you can curl it until you feel a spongy texture inside. if you find it, don't stop stimulating it. back..and forth...in circles...and push and pull..” you whimpered, closing your eyes shut as you touched yourself.

“ be careful, if you overstimulate me, it would be painful. be slow...and then fast when i tell you to.”

“ y-you try..”

yuuji followed your hands before taking it in his, holding it tightly with eyes staring you down like a hunter hunting his prey. he licked your fingers 'till it was clean from your slick.

he hummed when you kept both your hands on your stomach with you watching him lean closer to your cunt.

“ tell me if i'm doing anything wrong..” his right hand hovered your cunt, replacing his knees in between. “ okay.” you gasped when his thumb rested on your clit.

his tongue clicked in his cheek when he flicked it upwards with his thumb, watching how it bounced back in place with juices splashing on his palm.

then, his hands changed positions, so that he could open your vagina with his index finger.

it was different.

fuck, this was different.

the circumference of his finger was different from yours, you felt like you were being split apart. eyes rolled back in arousal, “yuuji..” you moaned, his fingers starting to push through your tight hole.

he was focused, chest heaving heavy. once his finger was fully buried, he started hooking it upwards just like you had taught him, stretching you out to your best abilities. “hagh—ngh!” you cried, his pumping slow and sensual.

“sorry, [name]..” he whispered, kissing your inner thigh with his lips. “ keep doing those sounds... they're doing things to me..” yuuji confesses before massaging your clit with circles.

“ fuck! Yes! hah—there yuu!” your face flushed red as he began speeding up gradually, entering you with his middle finger which ultimately shoots your spine with electricity.

“ right here, pretty?” he asks you again, both his fingers working your filthy cunt. “ yes yuu! yes!” you whined. yuuji follows suit, feeling a spongy layer inside you, to which he massages back and forth.

“ I don't know if this is right..” he trails, but you were to focused at the rising knot formulating within your stomach. yuuji's tongue graces your clit while he pumps his fingers.

“h-holy fuck!” you wept in angst, the suction of his mouth inviting you to a whole different world while his fingers kept hitting you the right way.

yuuji hums on your cunt, the sounds of your squelching pussy turning him on by the second. “ are you closer?”

you nodded, “ y-your free hand..” managing to speak in exasperated sighs, “ press it on my stomach..” he immediately follows, the pressure of everything making you buck your hips upward in his hands.

your juices began collecting on his palm, lips bitten and eyes half lidded. “ faster... fuck me faster yuu!” his fingers pumped in an incredible speed, still hitting the spot in accuracy.

“ I'm here, baby, i won't run.” yuuji reassures you in his slick filled mouth. your high was coming undone, and the muscles in your legs spasmed.

when you let loose, yuuji was surprised with the hot liquid that squirted all over his face.

“ i-i'm sorry, yuu!” with eyes widened you tried helping him wipe his face from your liquid. he shook his head, “ it's okay..did i do it right?”

his fingers continued pumping you slowly, watching how it selfishly swallowed him whole.

“yes..you did..” you panted, sitting up you see his frustrated stature. a smirk lingered on your face.

yuuji perked his eyebrows up, “ what?”

“ what are we going to do with that?” you giggled, pointing at his hardened dick, teasing him even after he made you cum.

“ i'll deal with it myself..” he grumbled, turning away from you. all shy. you scoffed, amused by him.

“ you're acting coy now after begging me to teach you about sex?”

he looked back at you, trying to defend himself but couldn't.

“well—”

“ wanna know something funny, yuu?”

His eyebrows cocked, “ what?”

“ that was just foreplay.”

“ well what are you doing sitting there?” he whined, “ teach me!”

you yelped when he dragged you towards him in one swift move.

“ you brat!”

[ladytie]

idk what this is, but its sad

his gaze was unfocused, tracking flecks of dirt and dust floating in the air. he wondered if they were actually there, or if his mind was forcing something to appear, to keep his eyes from shaking.

"i never wanted to be robin," his voice was hoarse, rough to hear but even more so to speak. his throat bobbed, preparing for the pain of more words forcing their way out of him. clawing at his throat, beckoning the truth as a siren does a song.

"not like the other kids in my class. I thought maybe I'd be someone of my own, be robin's robin" a chuckle escaped his lips, hatred lacing it's tone. "nightjar is what I'd call myself" he took in a deep breath, he could feel the tears beginning to fall, making a race down his cheeks. he still didn't close his eyes. he had never told anyone that, never felt the need too. he'd follow batman and robin around and he'd want to help, want to be on the receiving end of one of those hugs Nightwing would give to his little brother. he never wanted to be a replacement, just apart of something bigger than he is. a family.

"I begged him to come back, you know? begged him to take robin back because" he would have still helped, would have still watched over them. "I thought, I thought you wouldn't want B to join you in the grave, I thought you'd be happy that I saved your dad" he could feel the way the words began to form around controlled breaths and sobs. he thinks hes having a panic attack, thinks his chest is tightening.

"im sorry I was such a disappointment" no names in the field, but they knew he was speaking to jason. there was no need to specify. in the end, he'd always call out to his robin, wouldn't he?

"at least its comfortable in here" he hummed, his eyelids growing heavy as his breaths began to become labored. his head rested against silk. he figures when they watch his footage, after he's dead and gone, they'll move him to a new coffin. to his own coffin, preferably.

"I'm running out of air now," he is tapping against his legs with his fingers. one. one two. one. two three. it helped him keep focus, to say what he needed to say; or more so, what he wanted to say. he was sure that there were things more pressing than apologizing to the dead robin who rose again. or to placate the others.

"I forgive you," all of them. dick for forcing his hand, Alfred for giving him the suit, Bruce for his crusade and Jason for his.

"thank you for sharing your family colors with me" he never told dick that he had seen his family fly and fall. he hopes he doesn't hate him for falling too.

"it's been an honor" dont panic. hes gasping now, trying to retain as much air as he could. don't panic. mother would be disappointed if you meet her in a panic.

[bunniebubbleswrites]

'A Marriage of Convenience'

Kate Lethbridge Stewart x F! Reader

Chapter 3 | Previous Chapter

A/N: Finally got this chapter done. A lot of it was written in the 12-2 am range so sorry if there are mistakes. Warnings/Tags: One-bed, r being anxious, Kate being protective, weird old guy, Words: 1,764 Summary: You and Kate finally make it to your hotel after being stopped at the elevator. You notice there is only one bed and you don't know how you'll surive the week.

"What was that about?" You asked Kate in a hushed voice. Your eyes darting around the room, trying to look anywhere but Kate. You didn't want to draw attention to the two of you.

That seemed like a bad idea.

"I'll explain everything I promise." Kate tells you as she leads you towards the elevator, her hand hovering over the small of your back. " Lets just get to our room first." You nod as you start to twist the ring she had given you in the taxi nervously.

You watched as the numbers counted down as the elevator . The second you hear the ding of the elevator a voice calls out to Kate. You see Kate tense just slightly, and you feel her hand make contact with your back.

You feel the heat of her hand seep through your sweater and a man in his mid 60's,-receding hairline and all- comes into your view.

"Kate, it good to see you." The man bellowed out. You shuffled closer to Kate nervously, still twisting the right around your finger. "and who is this sweet young thing?"

You swallow roughly as you feel Kate's hand move to your waist and press you firmly into her side.

"This is my wife." Kate tells the man and you rest your head on her shoulder. You stop twisting the ring and try to find another way to ground yourself. You place your hand on Kate's hand still resting on your waist.

You just had to play along. You could do that. You're just undercover, yeah that's what it is.

"Wife? When did you get married?" The man questioned. You and Kate look at each other. One of you needed to come up with something quick.

"Just a couple months ago. Kate's been so busy with work this was the only chance we had to get away. It was kind of just a spur of the moment thing." You tell the man as calmly as you could. It wasn't technically a lie.

And besides you didn't even know who he was. Kate seemed to know him, but it looked like she didn't like him very much. You could understand why, he was quite rude.

"Newlyweds. Congratulations." After that you stopped listen to him. He just rambled on and on about things that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. All the while, Kate's hand never left your waist.

You unconsciously buried your head into her shoulder.

"Something the matter?" Kate whispers

"I'm just tired." You mumble, almost incoherently.

Kate starts to rub small circles on your waist, in an attempt to comfort you.

"We should get up to our room," Kate tells the man as she reaches over to call the elevator back. "She's tired."

The man nods and wanders off into the well-dressed crowd. Kate ushers you into the elevator and you grab your suitcase dragging it inside with you. Kate follows you in and hits one of the buttons in the elevator.

"Do you want to explain everything now?" You ask her as you lean against the back wall of the elevator.

"Right, these things tend to be under tight lock and key. They're very strict about who we bring." The elevator stops on your floor. Kate steps out first and you follow her down the short hallway.

"I usually come alone, but with the non-human sighting in the area. I thought it was best to have some backup." She looks over her shoulder at you.

"I told them I would be bring my significant other," She slides the key card into the slot and the door unlocks. "Most of the men bring their wives anyways. So they must have thought nothing of it."

Kate lets you into the room first. It was bigger than you were used to, not that you left home much anyways. You were very much a home body.

"That's honestly a little concerning, but I guess most of their wives don't do much work." You tell Kate as you tuck your bags next to the sofa against the wall. You glance around the room, only one bed. Makes sense, you're supposed to be newlyweds.

"That would be a correct assumption." Kate closes the door behind her and places her bags next to yours.

You pull your sweater sleeves over your hands, trying to think of any way you could avoid sharing the bed with Kate, pretending to be her wife was already proving to be to much for your heart to handle.

"Everything alright?" Kate asked, you were more anxious than usual today. She's obviously noticed.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just there's one bed and I-" You fumble with your covered hands. "I can just sleep on the sofa." You tell her as you look over you shoulder at the small sofa. You could sleep on it, but your body would hate you for it come morning.

"You don't have to do that. The sofa is small, you would be up all night." Kate says and you hear that tone in her voice. That tone meant arguing would be useless. You nod you head and start to pick at the fuzz on your sweater.

"Do you want to use the bathroom first?" She ask, you hadn't even realized that she had started to unpack her things.

"Um, no you can go ahead and use it." She nods and walks into the bathroom with her toiletries bag in hand.

You slip your shoes off, and settle onto the sofa with your tablet, going through the file Kate had gone through on the train.

You looked through the blurry pictures of the non-human, trying to make out what it could be. When Kate said the report was vague, she wasn't kidding. You kept zooming to the small aspects of it.

Something in your tired brain clicks. You pull up to of the pictures side by side. It definitely wasn't a Zygon. It was some kind of shape shifter, and it looked like someone familiar. You couldn't place it though.

At least you had figured out what it was. You set your tablet down and the sofa next to you.

You lean your head back and look up a the ceiling. A week of sharing a bed with Kate, you don't think you'd survive.

You sit up and dig your phone out of the front pocket of your weekender bag and the first thing you see is a message from Mel.

—> So, how is it going?

It's going as well as it can be <—

How is everything at HQ? <—

—> Things are running smoothly.

—> It's late, I'll let you get to bed. See you when you get back! Have fun!

You place your phone into your lap. The sound of the bathroom door unlocking draws your attention. Kate walks out in a white robe, her hair dripping wet.

"You can use the bathroom now." She gestures behind her and you nod, trying not to stare.

You grab your own toiletries bag and rush into the bathroom. The second the door was closed you pressed your back to it.

Kate in a robe with wet hair. That's an image that won't be leaving your mind anytime soon.

You undress and step into the shower. You opted for a cold shower.

You were in the shower for what seemed like forever, you were running the entire day over in your head. Her not pushing you off on the 2nd train, she probably knew you were tired. Her pressing you into her side when that weird man came over to talk to you both, it was just her playing the part. Her being all too comfortable rubbing circles into your waist to try and ground you. That you couldn't come up with an excuse for her doing that.

A knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts.

"Everything all right in there?" It was Kate. How long had you been in here?

"Yeah, I'm fine," You peak your head out of the shower. You had forgotten to bring your clothes. Your eyes fall to the door you had forgotten to lock it. "Uh, Kate. Could you bring me my luggage. I forgot to grab my clothes, The door's unlocked.

You turn the hot water on, trying to get the glasses to steam up so you could at least try to hide from her.

You heard the door open and a slide wheels on the tile. You suitcase. Then the click of the door, telling you she had closed it.

You turn the shower off and dig through your suitcase to find your pajamas. A big t-shirt and a pair of shorts. You dry your hair and head out, putting your suitcase in ti's original place.

The sun has set, the only light on is the one on the nightstand next to Kate, who has her glasses on. Her pajamas are simple and stripped. The glow of the tablet illuminates her face.

You walk over to the left side of the bed, and slide in under the sheets.

"I was looking over the file. I think I figure out what the non-human is." You tell Kate as she looks at you. "I was looking at the pictures and I think it's some kind of shape shifter."

"Really?" Kate raises an eyebrow. "What made you come to that conclusion?" You hold your hand out and she hands you the tablet. If there was one thing that you were surely confident in, it was your work.

She hands you the tablet and you pull the pictures up side by side. The same way you had it earlier

"See, the pictures are blurry and rushed like someone was running away from the subject, and it looks like it's changing." You hand the tablet back to her and she scans over the pictures.

"I'm glad I brought you along." She looks at you and smiles. "I'm going to send this to Melanie, and have her look at it. I'll probably stay up a little longer and see if I can find anything else." Kate tells you and you nod. You place your head on the pillows, and try to keep as much distance as possible between you two.

"I don't need you falling off the bed, you can be a little closer." Kate says and you scooch closer to her, still facing way from her.

"Goodnight Kate."

"Goodnight."

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep. The sound of Kate's breathing somehow made it so much easier to fall asleep that first night.

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[jull-reblogs]

Yes I’ve made real progress!! Lots of work ahead still but I think I’m on the right track right now.

You must be tired of my apologies for taking days to answer at this point, but I'm still sorry :/ I spent the last week with my family and got really lazy 😅. Maybe I can make up for it by showing you a few sketches I did this week-end! I’ve been trying to adapt the story of Skyward Sword into murals in the style of TotK:

I had another one but my dumb tablet crashed and now my file is corrupted and I can’t open it (sigh). I thought Zelda and Link would discover these murals in the beginning of the story as they do in TotK, but now I’m not sure anymore where I’ll put them. At least I really like how they came out, even though they're just sketches and I still need to clean and render them.

I feel you, writing the first scene is so hard. I’m still battling with mine, I’ve reworked it at least ten times now. In my case I find that storyboarding really helps instead of just trying to write a script, but I’m working on a comic so it might not be the same for you. Not sure I can do much but if I can help in any way I’d be happy to!!

Well I did eat berries on keto! Not melons though. Go for it, it sounds like the right thing for you!

Oh I didn’t even remember that AoC provided a recipe for the Malanya Buns! Endura Carrots are a much better idea than Tireless Frogs, that sounds disgusting haha. And Malanya sure would prefer carrots. Agreed about the horse upgrading mechanic, I spent way too much time in BotW trying to find my perfect horse!

We already have Molduga swimming in the sand of the Desert so it would make sense to have small fish as well! Same for the sky, we have Levias and the Windfish, it would be pretty cool to see other flying fish.

I think I’ve seen that comic! I’ve been wondering about Malon and that cow since I was a child haha.

Oh I’ve been thinking of using AI the same way for my story (just chatting with it to help with brainstorming). I haven’t tried it yet but this list is convincing me I should do it!! And I love this idea that gloom sickness could be the Malice version of sun poisoning 🤔

Yeah gloom sickness could be contagious or it could simply affect a lot more NPCs and be more difficult to heal. Like if half of Kakariko was sick instead of only Nanna it would make it a much bigger threat, whether it was contagious or not.

I could see more Hylians being trained to use magic like Irene and Syrup! And it’s fun imagining Link’s mother as the local witch (in a positive way). I’d say I prefer Haertheinochtoun over Haitheinoctoun ^^ and I love the meaning!!

Hylians were supposed to be magic users but we never really saw that, even in Skyward Sword. So maybe they were even before that, when Hylia was still alive? But you might be right about them simply being untrained in BotW, we know that Link is able to learn the Yiga clan’s Earthquake Ability pretty easily. Which makes it a bit strange that the Sheikah didn’t even try to train Zelda and teach her a bit of magic when she was struggling with her power.

Chronicles of the Sealing Light would be an interesting title. In French I’d keep Sceau rather than Scellement ^^ Now I wonder why the Hyrule Warriors games get translated titles while the main games don’t, it’s kind of weird!

@aikoiya The post was getting long again so here's a new one!

I knew you were going to answer that saying "this is unfair" isn't real life logic haha (and I agree that life hasn't been fair to Sky and Sun anyway). It's just that such an ending would probably leave me feeling unsatisfied and even a bit robbed, and I think it would require a lot of other changes to be made to the story in order for it to work properly. But anyway you're right, as things are now this would just be happening behind the scenes so what I'm saying doesn't really make sense. But just thinking about it changes my perception of SS in a way I don't really enjoy, so it's not a theory I favor.

Yes in that setting I'm pretty sure that the other Sun would not make herself known to Link and Zelda and would let them have their happy ending. But I think Zelda would likely suspect her existence and know that something is wrong. I guess even Link could notice that the Temple's doors are suddenly open and would ask Impa a few questions.

I had no idea Tingle called Farore the Goddess of Wind in WW, so I went on a little quest to see if I could find the same quote in the French version of the game. Apparently it's in Tingle's description of Outset Island and I never had the chance to play with the Tingle Tuner mode. I can't find the same quote in French anywhere and I don't even know if this was included in the HD remake (I guess I'll have to wait for a Switch version to find out… if they ever release one). This has me wondering if this quote isn't something exclusive to the English version, but I can't be sure and I'd like to know what the original Japanese text says. The French wikis mention that Farore is the Goddess of Wind in WW but don't provide any quote, it just looks like the pages were translated from English but that they couldn't find the same quote in French. It's really frustrating!!

Anyway that's a bit weird because WW already establishes Zephos as the God of Wind, and he seems to be a minor deity compared to Farore. The way I see it, wind is just the element that Farore tends to be associated with, and since a lot of myths might have been lost with Hyrule in WW this could just be a mistake on Tingle's part. I mean this is the game that gave us the Golden Triumph Forks haha.

I'm not limiting Nayru/the Golden Goddesses to a singular domain, quite the opposite ^^ To me Nayru being the Goddess of Wisdom includes different concepts such as order, law, science, magic, etc., and even time (since she's introduced as the creator of the world's fondamental laws), while calling her the Goddess of Time doesn't include all of that. That's why I wrote that I found it a bit restrictive. But sure she could have both titles, the same way Farore could be known most commonly as the Goddess of Courage and also called the Goddess of Wind in some situations.

Oh I didn't think of the blocks from OoT! I would say though that they don't really use any time powers, they're just random blocks that appear or disappear for some reason when Link plays the Song of Time (it's just as absurd as playing the Song of Storms to open holes in the ground haha). But yes they were blue and associated with time, and of course Nayru is too. The difference with Hylia in my theory is that Nayru created the rules of time (if that makes sense) among other fundamental laws, while Hylia's power specifically allows her to manipulate time and foresee the future. In a way I see Hylia as Nayru's spiritual daughter who inherited some of her powers over time (and that's why the color purple she's represented with is very close to blue).

The Master Sword has also been depicted as either blue or purple though, so that asks the question of the true color of all of these things! Nayru is definitely linked to time so it makes sense that the timeshift stones are in Lanayru (and Hylia also doesn't have a province named after her).

"From the edge of time" could definitely just be a poetic way to say that Hylia kind of recorded a message for Link before dying haha. But I find it interesting that she would phrase it like that, I like to see it as a clue.

Well if Zelda simply sent Link to a point further back in time, wouldn't there be two Links existing at the same time in the Child Timeline? But sure Zelda creating a brand new timeline also raises a few questions that kind of... make my head hurt. I'm not sure what happens exactly, I've always wondered! All we know is that Link finds himself in the Master Sword's chamber with the Door of Time already open, which hints at things happening in a different way this time (because he definitely doesn't have the three spiritual stones and the Ocarina of Time yet since this is before Ganon's coup, and the ending seems to imply that this timeline's Zelda doesn't know him yet). That's why I believe Zelda might have done something a bit more complex than sending him to a point further back in time, but there's no way to be sure. The Triforce of Courage is also visible on Link's hand during the ending, and we also know thanks to TP that the Triforce is still separated in the Child Timeline despite Link and Zelda preventing Ganon from entering the Sacred Realm this time. So maybe Zelda isn't able to change everything? It's complicated haha.

Anyway, whether OoT Zelda creates a new timeline or just sends Link further back in time, that's still huge time powers and that's not something Link is able to do by playing Zelda's Lullaby.

I also believe it is more likely that Talon inherited the ranch. True, Talon might not always have been so lazy, but maybe if that was the case the game could have hinted at hit. All we know is that he leaves his daughter alone with Ingo and only comes back after Link deals with the situation, which does not make him look so great. And he only promises to work harder after that.

I'm kind of bad with names so I'm impressed you're going through all of that trouble to rename the settlements!!

I haven't gotten to developping the technology that much yet, but I'm really interested in seeing what the different races could do with it! I love the idea of using the Sheikah to infiltrate the Yiga bases. I wish TotK had done something like that and shown the Sheikah helping Link that way.

Same, I was so excited when I heard about these pirates… and then so disappointed to find nothing more than a bunch of bokos with no backstory.

Vignoble is not related to noble (though I kind of make the association in my mind, especially since vignobles are sometimes called châteaux).

Yes I thought you could maybe use clos! Aquaticlos is funny, it can work! Though maybe you could use the same logic as for the raisins (I love this Raisins de Terre idea by the way, it makes sense!) and say that what the Zoras call a clos already refers to something that's underwater, since that's probably the case for most of what they cultivate.

I don't mind helping you with French, I'm glad to do so! You put so much effort and thought into this, it's really interesting.

[quibbs126]

You know honestly, you really have to appreciate all that goes into a Cookie Run design

They need to pick a food/ingredient to base the character off of, and then they have to find some association with either the food itself or something similar to it that they can draw parallels with, or inversely they need to find a food that matches the theme they’re going with. Then they have to find ways to incorporate the food into the actual design itself, as well as find some theme or culture to base their designs off of

Like for a random example, S’more Cookie and Cannoli Cookie. The theme of their update was camping, and s’mores are a typical camping food, and cannoli, while I don’t think it has an association with camping, looks a bit like a sleeping bag, which are essential camping gear

Or the Upper City Creme Republic Cookies, who generally all seem to be flavors with either fancy sounding European names, or something associated with a European country, like clotted cream or custard with England (I think), which ties into how, let’s face it, that Upper City colonized this region, and Europe (but mostly Western Europe) having a pretty notable history of colonization. And even the native Council members, Captain Caviar and Oyster, fit in with the upper class feel, with caviar being seen as a fancy food, and oysters, while I’m not sure the food connotations, are associated with pearls, a fancy gem

Or how Burning Spice and his forces are based on various spices, and they have an Indian inspiration due to India being pretty well known for their spices. Or Peach and Peach Blossom having Chinese inspiration due to the significance of peaches in Chinese mythology, as well as Peach taking inspiration from Sun Wukong, a prominent Chinese figure and someone who ate a bunch of peaches of immortality

And sometimes the ingredient doesn’t tie into the cultural/aesthetic inspiration for the character, like how European cheese seems to only have loose connection to Egypt, but they’ll still take care to make the inspirations clear, they’re not just generic, at least nowadays. I think, I might have been a bit unclear here

The characters may not all be a 100% unity between flavor and cultural inspiration, like Clotted Cream pretty much looks like a normal guy outside of his hair looking a little bit like cream, but it does work a lot of the time, and there’s still at least all that care going into the designs themselves

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

if 9&10 were "dont wander off", and 11&12 were "the doctor lies", 13s rule #1 is "dont question me"

"have we not had a good time together" shes pointing yaz to the rule that yaz very well knows is there: we can travel if you dont ask me any difficult questions. yaz knows this is the rule - "because you ask too many questions", "this team structure isnt flat" - but she also was the one to invite the doctor into her home so im pretty sure she also knows shes not gonna kicked out that easily. she has some leeway. which she has been using between revolution and flux, which is why the doctor reminds her of the rules

i dont think she'd kick her out though. she wouldnt. i think it's just that the more you break the rule, the more unpleasant she becomes to be around, and eventually youre gonna walk out on your own. she doesnt want you to, she'd rather you stay and dont ask questions. but if youre gonna try to ask questions anyway, i think thats whats gonna happen

and yaz must think so too. because she does back off. because she doesnt want that to happen either. and it does anyway

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