#and you get a glimpse of hope that maybe thats not the case- maybe you arent actually alone- and it immediately gets shat on

[yuridovewing]

adding my tags for context-

aw boo hoo ivypool feels so bad for emotionally breaking her apprentice out of spite. did your actions have consequences??

Oh fuck off Ivypool

[nights-at-crystarium]

i just wanted to pop by and gush about how incredibly well written vivi is because GOD. his story unfolding has made me reconsider several story beats about my wol and thats an amazing thing

theres two things that i think uve done especially well with his storytelling, being that vivi feels like an almost complete enigma to the reader, despite how intimate this story is, and the fact that vivi feels incredibly human - almost TOO human to be comfortable with

so to elaborate on the first point - i think a lot of us (and certainly i can) echo thancreds sentiment that he doesn't know vivian rell, because as intimate as this story can get with his pov, in the end, much like someone you'd meet in real life, we don't know much about him before the point we meet him, and any glimpses we get just signal that theres so much more to him than we get to see. and as much as we DO know about him, i find that every time he does one of his blank, furrowed stares that signal he's thinking something, my brain practically lights on fire trying to figure out what he's considering. to that end i really like how enigmatic uve made him from a storytelling perspective, because it makes him feel so much more real!!! i honestly look forward a lot to learning more fragments (heh) of him and slowly piecing together a puzzle of him as the story goes on. i just want to rotate him in my head lol

but also, this does segue into my other point really well, which is the fact that vivis position as wol really seems to wear on him, and he seems for lack of a better word, completely exhausted! i know (myself included) write their wols with a trait of an almost unbreakable, iron will, which is very much still true in vivis case (again, anyone who gets to the point of shadowbringers without flat out giving up is incredibly strong by default) but showing him at his wits end, exhausted with the burdens of a hero, someone just so throughly *done* with what is, realistically, a pretty shit job is well... yeah! of course he is! he's only human, and he's what, saved the world 3 times now? seen countless die before him, powerless to save them, of course he's numb. the fact that the most defining experiences of the first for him are filled with mostly such... benign experiences, and that the major, climatic moments of shadowbringers get as much fanfare as a forlong gaze, or a like. him hanging out with his fairy bestie is such a cool storytelling decision. (also before i ramble about this the decision to not even show tesleen is such an excellent decision bc like. it makes sense for him for this to not be such a significant moment. shes just another death, another tally to the thousands hes already seen. or maybe im reading WAYYY too hard into a decision to not highjack this love story with plot) basically, what i've been gushing about is the fact that vivi feels very much like a whole person, and is probably one of the most well realised wols ive ever read about. and his relationships with the world leaders, and this impossible burden hes forced to shoulder has gotten me to reconsider how i write my wol, because yeah! any hero might be strong-willed and resilient, but theyre still human, and the burden of a warrior of light is maybe, a little too much for anyone to bear.

i hope u could at least make something out of my rambles, but honestly to sum it all up i am incredibly captivated by vivi. i originally read fragments because i like ANY wolgraha content but now, i come back almost exclusively to see how vivi's story unfolds, and how graha eventually comes into the fold too. hes such a fascinating character, and i think youve done an incredible job of creating a well rounded hero, full of humanity!!! (also, if you want, feel free to post this on ur blog!!)

I think I shat myself like 5 times while reading this (positive)

Vivi being an enigma wasn't really part of the plan. We have a pool that's his lore, things I wanna tell, and a bottleneck through which it has to go. The comic format forces me to consider what bits of info to deliver when, there's only so much I can tell at a time. One deliberate choice I made is completely burn the bridge between ARR and ShB, skip, leave it empty. That already sparks questions when we see a different Vivi at the beginning of ShB (and gives me leeway, time to write with more nuance, I didn't Think about HW-SB in such scrupulous detail as ShB).

I wanted to tell a primarily ShB story from the start, but had less ambition, and planned to condense the angsty bits that you're reading nowadays into an infodump told by Vivi to no one (to the reader). Changing the receiving party to a tangible character who's eager to learn (Exarch) made the info easier to digest and anchored it in the world. This change, fwiw, happened in like 2022 while I drew the ARR arc, saw the warm reception, and got more excited about my thing. I constantly learn and try to improve, writing's a new toy that brings me tons of fun.

So, when I learned the new trick - telling things through other characters - I thought, why not make everyone slightly wrong, or rather, with a specific snapshot of Vivi in their head. Same happens irl, people only know the version of you that they're exposed to, the only person who knows the full and real you is you.

That brings me to the next point, why Vivi feels so human: I made him not as a wol/hero, but a guy I wanna ship with Exarch, his foil. Obligatory note it was dumb of me to ignore Emet's existence in that case, but that's already changed. Exarch denies himself the simple human joys, he plots his own fucking death, so I thought I'd give him a guy that teaches him how to enjoy being alive again. That was THE foundation of Vivi, his core. He's a manic pixie dream boy.

Then I started asking how and why: why he falls for Exarch specifically instead of ARRRaha? He's confident, selfish, casual (these traits are what Exarch lacks), emotionally intelligent, where did that come from? He must've had an utterly normal life and loving family before he became a hero. He grew up being appreciated and happy. OH, then his ass must LOATHE the current situation because he can't go back to that normal life! So on, so forth.

i find that every time he does one of his blank, furrowed stares that signal he's thinking something, my brain practically lights on fire trying to figure out what he's considering.

This's me carefully dropping the breadcrumbs and hoping that you notice them, and you go HOLY SHIT BREADCRUMBS, this's so validating ;w; <3 This's overtly called a story hook, though I prefer "door". So far this story's only opened doors, as in hinted at more stuff without immediately showing it. I love it when questions get delayed answers, when you get time to stew on it and build up anticipation, then, when the door finally closes, it's much more satisfying. I keep in mind all the doors I've opened, if something provokes a question, it's by design.

(also before i ramble about this the decision to not even show tesleen is such an excellent decision bc like. it makes sense for him for this to not be such a significant moment. shes just another death, another tally to the thousands hes already seen. or maybe im reading WAYYY too hard into a decision to not highjack this love story with plot)

You're 100% correct!! I'm not retelling the canon ShB story from a default wol pov, this's a custom thing focused on ships, therefore anything that doesn't contribute to said ships gets cut. You may read what's NOT shown as what Vivi doesn't pay attention to.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, this gave me so much motivation like you wouldn't know ;//////;

[giowritess]

fortnight [4]

gif by @dameronscopilot

pairing | Benny Miller x female!reader [Grace Stratford] summary | you somehow end up pretending to be Benny's girlfriend for two whole weeks. is your heart going to survive that? probably not. warnings | making out, mention of certain body parts and i think thats all? word count | 1,4k author's note | im SO sorry that i took so long to post this!! my 3rd year (from 4!! almost over) of college has recently started and besides that i spent a full week from dusk till dawn on an archaeological expedition and i was so tired that i completely forgot that i already had this piece all done and ready. i particularly liked this piece very much heheh this series is slowly reaching its end, i think we'll have 2 or 3 more pieces at least. after that, i'm planning on some rick flag, bucky barnes and will miller one-shots for the future, so if you enjoy my writing, be sure to stick around, maybe activate notifications, send asks, anything! and in case you're wondering: yes i do take requests thank you very much. a sweetheart also known as @igotmajordaddyissues asked if i had a taglist and i don't, but here you are, one just for you. <3 as always, english isn't my first language and this wasn't proofread. anyway, i hope you enjoy it. kisses from gio! part three | masterlist | main masterlist

You didn't mean to. Truly, you hadn't meant at all to do that. But that was how you wake up: face pressed against his naked chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso and both your legs tangled together.

Sleep had caught up so quickly on you last night that you had no recollection of him going to bed.

“Don't even think about getting up,” Bemy grumbled from where his head was tucked on top of your head. “Too damn early.”

True. From the closed blinds you could barely see the first glimpses of the day sky trying to infiltrate the room.

“How'd y'know I was awake?” You asked. He wasn't even looking at you.

“Because when you were asleep you weren't so stiff in my arms,” he replied, moving a bit so he could look at you, and damn. The moment his eyes found yours, it was as if someone had punched all air out of your lungs.

How was it possible for him to look even prettier like this, fresh from sleep, with glossy eyes and tousled hair? It wasn't fair. At all.

Him looking like that made you start to imagine things. Things like how he'd look after a long night of fucking. How his hair would look after hours of your fingers running through it, tugging at his roots.

“Why’d'you run away from me last night?”

That was the last thing you expected him to ask.

"I didn't run away from you,” you quickly replied, averting your eyes when his gaze got too heavy. “I was just tired.”

He didn't buy it, and you knew.

Benny chuckled, his voice still hoarse from sleep. “Yeah, right,” he murmured.

The truth was, you didn't know, either. Everything was so damn confusing that you had to constantly remind yourself it was all a farce. But maybe it was time to say to Hell with it and let loose. You looked at him again and found his eyes already on you.

“We're having fun, right?” Benny asked. Was that... concern in his voice? Or even, if you squinted, a tiny bit of insecurity?

How on Earth could you not be in love with him?

Yeah. To Hell with it.

“Yeah. Course we are,” you replied, smiling at him, and he smiled back. “Now shut up, 'cus we still got a few hours of sleep.”

He chuckled, apparently content with your answer, and resumed his previous position, tucking his head on top of yours and tugging you even closer.

Dying suffocated in Benny Miller's chest would be a lovely death.

***

It was close to half nine when you woke up again. Benny was still sound asleep, but you fought with teeth and nails against the temptation to snuggle closer to him and got up, earning a grunt from him in answer when you escaped his arms.

You were in dire need of a run. Your exercise routine was sacred—exercising was what kept you sane. Now, in this situation with Benny, you needed it more than ever. You loved running; it helped to clear your head and put your thoughts in order. There was nothing that a run couldn't fix.

That was the spirit you were in by the time you got back, drenched in sweat, with hair sticking to your forehead and your sports bra glued to your body like a second skin. Indeed, your head never felt clearer.

It wasn't bad, either, that Benny was the first thing you saw when you got back to the house—nevermind that he was talking to Samantha. He saw you first, and his sour expression changed instantly, opening a big grin.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist, and you pressed a kiss against his lips. His finger tightened on your waist.

You turned to Samantha and smirked.

“Sorry, Pam. Gotta steal my man,” you said, grabbing his hand and steering him away from her.

He offered no resistance at all, unlacing his fingers with yours and happily letting you pull him wherever you wanted to. You had no place in mind, however, the only goal was to make her jealous, so you dragged him to the kitchen and pulled him to the side, out of her sight. He stood with his back to the wall and you in front of him. Still hand in hand.

“You definitely made her mad now,” he said, laughing.

“That was the intention,” you replied, a smirk still on your lips.

Silence installed itself between you two, reality downing. You were completely alone in the kitchen. There was no need to keep the act on, but you couldn't bring yourself to let go of his hand. You saw as he glanced at your lips, going back to meet your eyes. You knew damn well what he was seeing in them—lust. And you could almost swear that was what you were seeing in his, too. You felt a tug on your hand—he was tugging you closer, and you let him, until your body was pressed flush against his. You could barely breathe.

Holy shit. This was really happening.

His hand left yours, going to your waist. The skin on your midriff was searing hot; you could say it was because of the exertion from the run, but you both knew it was because of his touch.

You didn't dare speak, afraid to break whatever spell you were in. You didn't dare blink, either, wanting to commit to memory every trace, every inch of his beautiful face. You'd never noticed that his left eye was full of small brown dots. It all fit so perfectly.

“Benny?” You whispered.

His left hand made its way to the back of your neck. You suddenly couldn't care less that your body was drenched in sweat, because all that mattered now was that his hands were on your body.

And then his lips were on yours, attacking, conquering and domineering every inch he could. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and he pulled you impossibly closer. Were he shirtless, you'd feel every trace and nook of his abs. His touch was urgent, needy—almost as if he'd missed you. Well, you sure did—for two years you dreamt of anything like this happening again. It felt like heaven; every touch of his lips sent shockwaves through your body, heat pooling at your core, making you feel all tingly and electric. Despite his shirt being in the way, you could still feel the traces of his sculpted chest; you were holding yourself back from slipping your hands under his shirt and wandering. Instead, you held yourself back and slipped your hands to his neck, one hand tugging at his hair–which was in the perfect length to be pulled at–and the other scraping your nails through his scalp, eliciting a groan from him.

“Fuck, Gracie,” he murmured against your mouth.

As if in response, one of his hands slipped to your ass and squeezed, hard. The thinness of the sports shorts you were wearing meant that it feet almost as if there was nothing between his hand and your skin. You wished there wasn't.

It was your turn to moan against his mouth.

There were no thoughts in your head. Just Benny, his hands, his mouth and his cock, that you could feel rock hard, straining against his shorts and pressing against you.

The loud clang of metal pans hitting the floor took you both out of the spell you were in, making you jump away from Benny, heart racing, almost as if you were both kids caught doing something wrong.

A chuckle came from behind you. “Sorry, lovebirds,” Elisa's voice came from behind, Luke's girlfriend.

You took one look at Benny, puffy red lips, chest heaving, and, like a coward, sprinted to the shower. _

By the end of the second day, you were slightly more accustomed to the role of Benny's girlfriend. He played the role dutifully, always close to you when he wasn't doing something, his hands always finding an excuse to touch you. You couldn't deny that it felt good. The kiss, however, was't discussed once, and you were thankful for that. You weren't really sure that you wanted to discuss it.

When you proposed this charade to Benny, you mentioned his ex and your ex as reasons. Now, you couldn't care less about your ex. To be honest, he hadn't even crossed your mind once in the last few hours. Benny was all that occupied your thoughts—and the occasional glares from Samantha, which you thought funny as fuck.

Again you went to bed before him. But by the time you woke up the next day, you were happy to be wrapped around Benny.

by @reveriesources

[bozoswozo]

Just finished rewatching Death Note, and though it’s completely for my personal pleasure and I would doubt if anyone would read it from start to finish, it’s rant time! *spoilers alert*

First of all, woah. The second watch was truly an experience. Everyone is always talking about ‘I wish I could rewatch … for the first time again.’ and though I’d usually agree, I don’t for Death Note specifically. I don’t really understand why, but in my second watch had a way bigger impact on me than my first. Maybe because I watched it for the first time 4 years ago and I’ve grown now, with different opinions.

ONE THING THAT DIDN’T CHANGE IS MY DISLIKE TOWARDS LIGHT‼️

This being said, the ending where he tried to run away from the police, wounded, made me feel kind of sad for him. He wanted to do good, sure. But after all, anyone who uses bad to solve bad is as bad as the bad they’re trying to solve. Evil cannot be used to fight evil :P

I understand his point of view (somewhat) but I still dislike him. How are you going to watch this man commit genocide, lead his father to his death and feel no remorse, consider killing his sister to save himself (again, no remorse), lead on the angel that is Misa in a cruel way, kill L and Mello (their deaths are enough for me to dislike him but I needed to give more reasons :3) etc etc and still root for him?

Again, no shade to Light lovers. To each their own :P.

Moving on. When I first watched Dn, I was only attached to L. And so, seeing him get killed off and be replaced by Near sparked in me a deep hatred towards that boy. But maturing is realising that Near is the third best character in the show (Right after L and Mello) and that he’s a cutie pie.

And he’s also extremely smart. Correct me if I’m wrong but before L died, he mentionned that if something were to happen to Watari, that he’d erase all the data. That means that Near had none of the informations that L had collected during his investigation.

That also means that he was able to conduct those researches by

1. Not having Light around to examine his attitude or lock him up illegaly

2. No knowledge of what had happened before L’s death

3. He was nowhere near as experienced as L when it came to solving cases (I think…)

He still was able to arrive to the same conclusion as L though, as he mentioned, it wouldn’t have been possible without Mello :)

I also happened to think about Ryuk a lot more and I think he’s the funniest character. My guy dropped his notebook into the human world because he was bored and he landed on a boy who wanted to become God of the new world. And he just went along with it, giggling every now and then. We never truly got a glimpse of his internal monologue, so we don’t know if he agreed with Light or not.

One thing we know, though, is that he sure was amused…

Light is almost as funny. Think about it. If you got a notebook that could kill people, you’d probably get rid of it (I hope so) or AT LEAST ponder on what you would do with it, or if you’d even use it. If you’re a sane human being, your first instinct would be to ‘No way! I could never kill anyone!’.

But Light wasted no time. In only one episode he went from a privileged, smart man to an absolute deranged killer, and that’s hilarious. He didn’t even think about it twice. It’s like he just had a psychotic side to him that just had to wait for the perfect moment to be released.

Also, I knew Matt didn’t have much screen time. But when I rewatched it I noticed that he really DID NOT HAVE ANY! Like they barely add up to thrirty seconds and that sucks cuz he was so cool.

Speaking of cool, MELLO!

He’s so cool like everything about him, his hair his scar HIS STYLE, his aura EVERYTHING. AND I feel like we tend to forget that he is SMART! Like he is smart enough to have been considered a good successor to L and thats crazy to me. It’s sad we didn’t get to fully experience his smartness though.

Same goes for Near. Though it is stated somewhere (I don’t remember where) that he is a little bit smarter than L (but L has a lot more experience, something that cannot be overlooked), I feel like most of the conclusions he’s made appeared from thin air. Did I just not pay attention?

Because at least with L we could see his train of thoughts, his way of thinking and we understood why he came to all those conclusions and decisions.

But with Near it just feels…rushed. (or maybe I js didn’t pay attention…) Like wdym you found that out…It feels like he was more guessing than discovering. Kinda sucks bc he is allegedly smarter than L and I would’ve loved to see it more.

Anyway,

I finished ranting. If you’ve read all this then woah pls get a life (in a nice way <3) .

Death Note amazing anime, amazing openings, amazing aesthetic, amazing characters, AMAZING EVERYTHING‼️

[thequietkid-moonie]

The only one that she truly loves

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Clepopatra, Horihime ]

[ The war of the greedy witches / Majo Taisen ]

⚠️ This contain spoilers in Orihime's part

I'm finally writing about my beautiful witches <333 I really need to go back to the manga and keep reading, maybe that could give me more inspiration to write for this my beautiful girls

This is inspired in one of my favorites songs of vocaloid! If you can guess the song i'll love you 🤭

Hope you enjoy as much as I did 💜

Clepopatra

Venerated and desire by everyone who just look at her, everyone kneels at her feet, ready to fullfil her desire in hopes to get a glimpse of her, if they are lucky enough they may even be able to feel her soft skin against their fingers; as annoying as it can be, Clepopatra decided to take advantage of the situation the more she can and uses everyone as she please, they already are at her feet anyways

But even when she could have all she ask, everything, even the smallest and silliest desire is fullfiled as quick as posible, Clepopatra isn't exactly happy since her biggest desire couldn't be come true so easily. Despite having everyone at her feet with a simple word Clepopatra feels quite lonely, everyone procalms to love her but everyone only falls for her beauty, thats have being enough to put everyone at her feet, wich lead to no one to truly care for her, no one has had the decency to truly want to know her

At the end, is that exactly what made you highlight between all her followers, you don't imediatly kneel in front of her after the first glance, instead you look at her with innocent eyes, there ways no burning desire or an evident attraction, and if it were it didn't pass from making you blush or even wish to compliment her in a sincere way, something that imediatly catched her attention

You were diferent from anyone else, and honestly she didn't knew if she should be annoyed or thankful, but what was sure is that she was curious, even if you have cross paths just once you still linger in Cleopatra's mind, wich end up leading her to search for you, if she had the opportunity she will watch you from afar just a little while still wondering about you before approaching you

Honestly, Clepopatra has never cared for anyone else aside from her, she doesn't care about what other will think about the fact that she is actively searching for you, of being the one who goes to you to give you an invitation to hang out together. The more time you two pass together the more Clepopatra is intriged about you, you don't seem affected by her beauty and she is quite curious about that, maybe you are too innocent or you just don't care about those things, the case is that you are able to look straight at her and even have a proper conversation with her without showing the inmense desire that just make her feel annoyed, and she like it

It happen slowly, Clepopatra spend so much time with you that you two end up developing a special bond, you two just grew closer and closer to each other and, at some point, Clepopatra just noticed that she didn't felt as lonely as before, in fact, what she felt was more than she had felt for anyone before, she was falling in love. She was quite happy to have someone with who actually have a conversation, but falling in love was something surprising, but not unwanted, honestly Cleopatra found her feelings quite interesting and even something a little hilarious, but at the end they were well accepted, if she was truly in love she should try to win your heart

It doesn't take long for Cleopatra to accept her feelings and accept that she wants to be with you, however she will not dare to force her feelings on you, what you two have is sincere and even quite innocent so she wants you to love her, she wants to be with you not because she asked you but because you want it too, so she will try to win your heart over in the proper way

No matter how it was at the end, she is still a greedy woman, she wants more, so when she got in the tournament and heard about the prize at the end she couldn't help but feel more determinated, if she wins maybe she could be able to see you again, to be with you and have more of you

Orihime

Orihime is a recognized and loved idol, bringing smiles to all her fans and profesing love with all her songs, but thats not enough, she wants love, she wants to have her own romantic tale just like the original legend of the real Orihime

To fulfill her dream she take for herself diferent people to become her beloved Hikoboshi, just like the beautiful old legend she make them love her and desire her, waiting patiently to see again their beloved Orihime by just visisting each one once in a while

For Orihime this was the most perfect plan to fulfill her dream, as romantic it sounded one day at year wasn't enough for her, so she filled her year with diferent Hikoboshis, but despite having a lot of diferent Hikoboshis there is one that means more than the others, since the start, when she just first approached you you two quickly got a conection, a feeling that lead her to be convinced that you could be a good Hikoboshi

As much as Orihime wants to say that she loves all her beloved Hikoboshis equaly thats not true, since the start you have being one special, for that reason she decided to give you the nicest department from all, giving you a little extra resources everytime she visit you and even giving you the preriest products of her so you could never miss her, some of the posters even had personalizated signatures just for you, Orihime felt a little bad for giving you special treatment but she just couldn't help it

Even when she could feel the impatience and sadness for not being able to see you specially or the inmense happiness everytime is your programated date it take a while to Orihime to actually accept her true feelings, she is devoted to her character and her fans, she wants to love all her precious Hikoboshis equaly, so admiting to love one of them more would feel like betraying the others

But then everything fell apart, when the police found out about her little project on keeping her Hikoboshis and they were taken away she could feel the sadness take over her heart, all she has being working, her dream of her own ronantic tale was being taken away. She wasn't ashamed about her actions, she was quite prideful of what she have achived and will not apologize for it, Orihime saw it as true love after all, but it was after losing everything that she couldn't deny her true feelings

Even if she had losed all her beloved Hikoboshis the one she missed the most it was you, for the rest of her days she could only think about you, she reminds when your date was close and regret not being able to see you, thinking to herself how you probably would be as sad as her for not being able to meet this time

Once it was just her and her alone was the moment Orihime could finally accept her feelings, she loves her Hikoboshis, yes, but you were the true one, her one and only, the real Hikoboshi for this Orihime, you were the one of her fairy tale!

Even when Orihime feel her heart breaking for not being able to see you away she comforted herself by telling herself the beautiful fairy tale about your true love overcoming all obstacles to see each other again at the end, just like the real Orihime and Hikoboshi

And when she was invited to the tournament of the greedy witches she didn't even doubt before accepting, this was her opportunity to make her fairy tale come true! Just like the heroine of her story, she will fight in the name of love to win the opportunity to be able to see you again. Quietly asking you to please wait a little longer, your beloved will win this battle and will win your second opportunity to be together again

[basslinegrave]

whatever i was thinking about maxs timeline and

if future max is the same as past max then after his events he wouldnt have a sam anymore but the timetravel bs is so specific i dont think that would even be the case so i started thinking up a story where past and future max have a talk about sam and their feelings towards him and perhaps future max is looking at it very negatively, in a "dont bother" sort of way (i always had that vibe from him at least, just fed up with everything, but having a soft spot for sam at least, staying with him to take care of him) if were talking romantic he could even tell past max to not show his feelings to sam cause they dont have that kind of future or something but after sams death, past max would (hopefully) send his kid self and future self back to their dimensions and just maybe, as he would be sending off future max, he catches a glimpse of him and future sam meeting again, future sam all worried where he was and pulling him into a big hug - maybe it doesnt make sense but perhaps his future timeline has changed and he would be in fact in a different relationship with sam there... (future sam letting him know what happened similarly to how past sam learns about current sams timeline?) im also considering whether to keep his doggy dementia or not, its very sad and bittersweet to me with how max stays at his side but if i could take it away and let them just be old men, happy together with no problems, i would... for past max, he sees them together as hes leaving and it shows him what exactly he has to do, not hide his feelings from sam because he can change the future. this ties to my headcanon that the two different endings in tdph split into two different timelines, 1st was the crime fighting ending (hope thats the right one, i mean the one where they stay) which would happen in general or specifically in the first release of tdph and lead to the events of ttiv. (bad end. /hj - theyre so divorced there) the second adventuring ending (where they leave) would happen with the new knowledge of what happened in maxs timeline in the remaster and its more open there (and hopefully - in a headcanon, they could be a couple there and not be so weird with each other there)

and aside from all this, if there are ever more games by skunkape, it would be nice to see a soft reboot with mentioning of these past events, but not a specific year or timeline mention, just imply its somewhere else. all that ttiv got wrong, as for me the sam and max media is fun in the way where you dont have to fit it all into one huge timeline, they just happen randomly except the trilogy which has a set order. by stating that ttiv is happening 11 years later, even though its important to the plot (them getting old, looking for someone to carry on the freelance police thing in the future - though i find this soo ooc for them) it kills 11 years for no reason and any opportunity for skunkape to continue the story right after tdph as they have to tie it to ttiv in the end, which being their worst game id think nobody even wants to do that. (best case scenario is they "forget" about it, second best is its not mentioned but they show an easter egg with the aquabears or something and carry on)

as for kid max i think he would forget about these events partially as he gets older or perhaps its just a trigger to make him even more protective of sam

[underratedandoverit]

dreams i left behind

~1,8k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. this ended up being more hurt/comfort i feel like than straight up angst, but whatever. its still rather happy with a happy ending despite everything ive just been thinking a lot about the upcoming times when kip first falls victim to the aftermath of curse after he loses the belt and how things are going to go down with that so.. a part of this is based on those thoughts ive had. and the rest is, well. it is more current, after all is settled and done, but its also. kind of a reflection of my current state of mind about certain things. iykyk

theres kinda shades of selfdoubt, unreality is strongly present and kip says fuck at least once. i think thats all i gotta really warn about lol

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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“I want him out of here!”

“You’re making such a big deal out of it--”

“He tried to attack me! He threw stuff at me!”

“You know it’s not his fault--”

“I don’t care! He did it and I want him out of here before he actually does something I’m going to make him regret!”

“Where the hell is he supposed to go? I’m the only thing he has.”

“Not my problem! Get him out before I throw him out!”

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Cassidy’s eyes slowly fluttered open, his head rising up from the pillow as he scanned his surroundings. The bedroom was dark, indicating nighttime hours, which was why he could feel a small lump in the back of his throat at the sight of the empty side of the bed next to him.

It wasn’t an unusual sight exactly, but concerning nonetheless. Every time he woke up without Kip by his side when he knew he had been there when he had fallen asleep, Cassidy wasn’t sure what to expect exactly. Sometimes it was just insomnia keeping him away and Kip had left the bed instead of constantly tossing and turning to let Cassidy sleep more peacefully, other times the monsters in the dark corners of his head had gotten to him again. Sometimes it was a secret third thing that he didn’t need to worry about, but those cases were so rare Cassidy could almost immediately disregard them.

He slowly sat up, looking around the bedroom in hopes of just catching a glimpse of him. Maybe Kip had just gotten up to use the bathroom or to get a drink, and he would be back soon, and Cassidy had just woken up at a very inopportune time when he wasn’t there. But as he sat there, listening and waiting, after a few passing minutes he had to come into the conclusion that this wasn’t the case.

Pushing the blanket off and getting up on his feet, Cassidy had to admit to himself he was kind of afraid of what he would find this time around.

The last few times he had found Kip just having a midnight snack in the kitchen, but there had been times when he had been consumed by his own thoughts to the point Cassidy had to pick him up from the floor and drag his fighting figure back to bed to make sure he was safe and alright. Sometimes he might have sat by a window just staring outside, as if he was expecting something, never being able to explain what got him stuck there for what seemed to be like hours.

Kip’s head had become so difficult for him to probe at times. Cassidy didn’t like that, when it was just the exhaustion and his past actions catching up to him, it was so much easier to explain and work around with. He knew not all of this was the belts doing, some of it was the current general state of stress he was in, oftentimes it might have been the old conditions raising their heads taking him over, making it so easy for them when he was already in such a vulnerable state.

He tiptoed down the stairs, hoping to find the other man in the kitchen. It was his safest bet, as far as hoping Kip was okay was being concerned. Cassidy stopped in the hallway though, a soft wave of hope washing over him as he saw lights coming from the living room instead. If the lights were on, it meant everything was more or less okay, Kip hadn’t succumbed to the soul eating darkness, which was an incredibly good sign.

With almost a little too fast steps Cassidy stumbled to the doorway, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he saw the Brit sitting on the couch, eyes fixated on the television screen, watching a muted game play video of something Cassidy didn’t recognize. It didn’t matter though, he was here, seemingly in one piece, aware of his surroundings too as Kip glanced over his shoulder towards his direction even though Cassidy tried to quietly approach the couch to not scare him.

“Hey.”

Kip just nodded back at him as he turned back away, Cassidy leaning against the back of the couch, reaching a hand over it as he ran it through Kip’s hair. He leaned a little into the touch, a silent sign that he was okay with it, a little smile crossing Cassidy’s lips.

“You weren’t upstairs. I got worried.”

Kip still didn’t reply back at him, Cassidy’s eyes narrowing at him a little bit. Usually Kip was full of excuses and explanations, so such silence for him was unusual. He seemed to be okay, at least on the outside, which was a good thing, but it was so obvious not everything was like it should be.

“Come back to bed.”

The silence lingered in the room as Kip refused to even acknowledge his request, eyes just scanning the television screen in front of him as if the other man didn’t exist in his vicinity anymore. Even as Cassidy tried to brush a hand through his hair, Kip just carefully leaned away, leaving the blond’s fingers just grasping at the air instead as he slipped away clearly intentionally.

Retreating his hand back to himself, Cassidy walked around the couch, taking a seat next to him. Kip didn’t try to get away from him, but the lack of attention he was paying to Cassidy after he had expressed concern for him wasn’t lost on the blond. He kept observing the side of Kip’s clearly tired face, him not being bothered at the staring in the slightest it seemed. Kip was almost acting as if Cassidy didn’t exist at all anymore, which sure was a first in his list of odd behavior the aftermath of the curse brought out of him.

“What is going on?”

“Why do you care so much?”

Cassidy’s brows furrowed as he watched Kip finally look directly at him, the questioning look on his face as sincere as Cassidy had ever seen it being. “Why are you so worried about me?”

Cassidy looked at him for a moment silently, allowing Kip time to continue. “Why has this always mattered to you so much?”

He knew exactly what Kip meant, but being put in the spot with such a question left him speechless. Kip very well knew the answer to all of those questions though, this was far from the first time they had ever talked about this, and surely it wouldn’t be the last one either. And yet, for some reason, the questions left Cassidy unable to respond back to him.

“You have… Sacrificed so much. For this. For me.” Kip glanced away, inhaling deeply. “For us. I don’t understand you.”

Cassidy didn’t dare to stop him to tell him things that they both already knew.

“You could have kept your friends. Your friendships. Your relationships. You could have had everything, your full time career, been on the road, had fun, lived your life…”

Kip snorted quietly, shaking his head. Cassidy didn’t say anything, but he was sure he saw a little sparkle of a tear in the corner of his eye.

“Instead you chose to be here. With me. Out of everything you could have done, with your time, with your life, you are here. You have always been here.”

He laughed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Cassidy didn’t reply back to him, his hand just reaching for Kip’s as it sat on his lap, giving it a small squeeze. Kip glanced down at it, watching their automatically intertwined fingers from a moment, as if the sight was going to give him the answers he needed.

Nothing needed to be said, they both knew full well what was going on and what had happened to lead up to this point, but he was still questioning it. Maybe it was the recent nightmares that had brought up old memories Kip had tried to suppress in the back of his mind, but he still had to ask those questions.

“You put so much on the line for me. Almost everything you had. I don’t understand you.”

Kip didn’t want to admit that he probably wouldn’t have done the same if the roles were reversed, but…

“You know why.”

Kip didn’t look up at him, but he nodded. Of course he did, there was no question about it. But at the same time he didn’t know, he still didn’t quite understand why Cassidy did all of this and had done all of that leading up to this point. It didn’t all add up in his head, it didn’t all make sense.

“Because I love you.”

There was a small hint of a smile on Kip’s lips as he finally looked back up.

“Not since the very beginning.”

He was right though, as Cassidy shook his head a little bit. “No, not since then. But long enough.” He lifted their hands up, giving the back of Kip’s hand a little kiss. “Now, come back to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

Kip didn’t resist as Cassidy stood up, pulling him up on his feet as well. He just quickly wrapped an arm around Cassidy’s waist, pulling him closer for a quick kiss on the lips.

“Okay. Tomorrow.”

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He could see the shadows, the human shaped they formed, but the exact features and faces were too blurred to recognize. The voices sounded distorted, but the emotions shone so clear through them it almost hurt Kip’s ears.

“You can’t seriously be leaving with him.”

“You aren’t giving me much of a choice here.”

“That’s a grown fucking man, he can take care of himself!”

Kip could feel the eyes of the eyeless looking at him, without anywhere for him to hide, his mouth not letting him speak, to defend himself. He was disregarded almost as fast as he was noticed though, left to float in the fog without a place to be, where he would belong.

“He needs me. I’m the only one that can help him.”

“Bullshit.”

“Was that the same thing you said when I was like this?”

The static silence fell around them, the faceless shadows looking around between Kip and each other. All he could do was watch, seeing one of them suddenly approach him, offering what seemed like a hand to him. Like he was on autopilot Kip accepted it without a question, watching it slowly shape into a familiar arm covered by a light denim sleeve, almost comforting fingers wrapping around his wrist as it gently nudged him forward, towards the unrecognizable figure.

“I’m with you. To the very end.”

[gayspock]

okdok (how my mam spells okie dokie; need to give her credit) some more bsg thoughts

okie btw i never properly said. i DO rlly love the themes of religion in the show. i have seen glimpses (i go through threads, bc im nosy, despite trying not 2 spoil myself) of ppl rlly rejecting it but sorryyyyy its just... yknow like- i loathe how patronising scifi can be of it sometimes, AND how bad fanbases can get. coming off of trek, well, youknow....

also completely . disavowing it .. is always soo silly 2 me bc... like im not religious myself, even, but i always find it one of the most interesting things to explore within fiction ^_^ esp esp with more scifi stuff, like... thats one of the best places to challenge and to play with it. smile. both with its relationdship between science but also how with its relationship between Humanity and how that might differ for different cultues.... and again its so disappointing the way its hanled so much of the time in many works, and by many Scifi enthusiasts. -_- bc its sooo reductive.

anyways i still sometimes feel like theres something missing from the show and i think thats just me im not sure why. like in terms of like... a certain incompleteness thats not JUST them pacing it out, or leaving things up for interpretation... but i cant uqite put my finger on it. its like i feel like maybe its just bc s1 was SO short for what it was and s2 has been very plot heavy. i think the show would have benefitted a bit more from some more establishing "filler" eps in terms of, like, worldbuilding, yknow? again- i really want to see more of the civillian side of things. i hope we get more of that ^_^ its deffo not like THE WORSTTT problem the show oculd have

BC LIKE OTHERWISE im rllyyyy loving the direction they took EVERYTHING in in season 2. omg. they set it all up so well and OUGHGHGHGG. i love how its testing everything theyve built from s1, wrt the command. absolutely crazy moves...

i was absolutely ITCHING for a presence like admiral cain and she delivered. part of me wishes it went a bit longer? just a bit. i dont think it was like... RUSHED... partially bc i do agree her takeover would have just been immediate, like it was, and i dont know what her role really could have been after they called off the assassinations. but idk- i wish we got to see a bit more of her, i guess! maybe even just an ep or so.

nonetheless she was still a really good contrast. her and the pegasus and how its run, versus galactica. and i do think.... i think i tlked before abt how sometimes i was unsatisfied with how, like, bsg kind of handled its own politics sometimes? like- specifically the roslin and zarek. i think thats moreso an issue with the latter, and again how... kind of lacking i find him, for what could be a really good and interesting opportunity to challenge roslin, who does have issues, unchecked, rather than just be kind of a minor antagonist ... & THATS EVEN MOREE the case with his presence back on kobol. like he was literally there just to cause conflict and idk like its FUNCTIONAL but its also like comeee on you can be more interesting with him! come on!

BUT here i do think with both cain and tigh's brief stint in command they did well to rlly explore it a bit more so im forgiving it. its not like that fixes that mess but this stuff was good enough for me to be like 👍uh huh, yaknow? b c it was soo good and argh im- SPEAKING OF, i am glad they did "remember" incidents like the gideon massacre, even after adama came back. again i do wanna see MORE of the civillians- but i think we're going to getthat soon, i hope? i feel it more in the air, with the introduction of that new number 6 and the cylon apologists which im rlly excited for... both bc theyre things i rlly wanted to see more from the show ^_^

anyway i feel like noneof this is that mad i just wanted to ramble in bc i haventttt properly eek and squeak i feel like i acc dont have much to say ^_6 despite rlly enjoying myself and the show LOL

sharon is still my favourite btw teehee smile

[steaksex]

imagine Scully overhearing Spence actively making plans with a customer to go back to his place after their shift is over <33

maybe they cant even wait and he goes on his break all of a sudden :3 -🐾

YESSSSS PLEAAASEEE he keeos getting distracted thinking about what theyd do... doesnt focus on his work.. he hopes thats what theyre doing, taking his break. Hopes he doesnt go too far, hopes they do something quick in the bathroom because then he can listen in (and hate himself for it later) he needs to lean against the door listening to muffled sounds and imagining what theyre doing. He wont touch himself, not here where he can be caught (and he ignores the feelings he gets when he imagines fhat) but he squeezes his legs together and his hips rock without him realizing. Yeah no spencers ruining his life he cant sleep and all he can think of is thr glimpse of his pussy he saw and scully wants nothing more than to bend then over the counter and show them what for after teasin him for so long. The closest he gets to that is awkwardly patting his shoulder and telling them that uh you- you oughta cover up. Just in case, yknow? Uh. Wanderin eyes. And sunburn. <- trying not to stare at his tits and ass and hips and waist and definitely not concocting reasonable circumstances to grab his waist, manhandle him a bit

[thewinshitters]

Beautiful Spouse Watches The Winchesters 01x07

Reflections

We’re watching Live Over the Air TV today

“Here we go” “Do you have the grit to get the job done, Katy?” (Spouse is bothering a cat)

“Katy you need to stop hurting your ears.” (Katy goes really hard on the scratchies) “Bye Katy” “Oh no. They flipped over a chair” “that’s less than ideal” “They’re talking about his penis - shock treatments” Good for Lata

“Fucking boomers, man” “Maybe don’t throw rocks at car?” “they don’t smoke out the same way I guess” “its literally antifreeze” “I don’t understand” “I hope it doesn’t get cheesy” YES CARLOS

“Fucking barn door bullshit” aww Carlos

“They all have appropriately sized eyebrows” MILF PARTY

“Really?” “she’s just going to take you at face value with that statement? Jesus Christ” “Thats a helluva a dashboard” “It’s padded in case you get into an accident” 🎶the cops are coming🎶

HOT WOMEN VILLAINS

“That box can kill” then groped me

“That scene with the Carlos comment was overdone” (when Carlos left the cop car)

“Who is Samantha Stevens? I don’t know why I’m supposed to know all these references” Certifiable with a side of sassy

“That’s healthy” GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY SAPPHICS

“A bitch” “This whole series of shows is just history repeating itself” “Did she put a seed underneath the map or something?” “I think they overcooked Carlos this episode” I like learning about hex bags

“That’s not good for your fingernails” “just gotta get the box to work” then groped me lol

“Is it the bike?” “just keep beating the wall in our suit and tie. It’ll be fine” “Is it his old army jacket? Oh It’s his used underwear.” “What is it?” “Fucking daddy issues man. All of them” “That or you ran out of oxygen bro” “Does shit just always work? Never having any problems?” “Fucking anger issues. Holy shit man” “oh we’re doing more daddy lamenting” “grandpappy Winchester huh?” MISHA COLLINS ON MY TELEVISION COMMERCIAL

“This whole family is addicted to killing shit” “that was pretty cool” “that transition was very unrealistic” “Are they going to slip and one of them get stuck in the box portal?” “John isn’t very good at ultimate frisbee” Good on Mary for being a BAMF

“They changed up the film making style for this scene. That’s one thing I enjoyed about the OG show - every so often there were different editing styles” “stare down my shirt” “Oh hey its the doc’ “crazy scientist person” “uh huh” “is this fkn jurassic park?” “Gotta take our monster essence out and put it in our travel case?” “don’t drop the case on the ground. The monster might spray you in the face” “slut boots” “it only got one of them and not her” “thats not good” “Getting some Jurassic Park vibes on this one. Escaping the raptors in the fkn kitchen” “They weren’t using the vacuum cleaner correctly” “Is he going to fkn die now?” “Daddy’s last wish will be that she keeps hunting”

“THAT IS A SWEET ASS WAGON” “I can role-play as a badass bitch in that wagon, but we all know I’m not badass enough” “oh shit” “did we glimpse the queen yet?” No we thought it was Roxy

“I guess we’ll be hunting along with daddy now? Is this the Who is the Worst Dad Competition?”

[shittyblogname]

Heyyy, i can i request a fic with phone guy x fem reader? Maybe a oneshot? Where the reader and him are still friends (secretly liking each other) and when he was about to get killed the reader finds him and tries to safe him? You know, that scene where phone guy is killed, instead of that the reader safes himm?

And sorry if i dont explain myself very well, english is not my first language but i tried😭

And you dont have to do it if you dont want to or dont feel comfortable with it, it was just an idea i had :)

oh geez, I literally had a nightmare about this once LOL

honestly the fourth call always sounds like it's him actually calling you to me, so I'll be doing that.

I wasn't sure how to write this? I mean, in the Audio you can hear (probably a Animatronic) pounding on the door, so, how would reader get in there? You get me? So what I did was give the reader a small window of time where they step away, hope thats fine lol (I couldn't come up with something better tbh)

Warnings: serious injuries, blood & Angst 

You waited for the phone to ring, you know, the typical night routine by now. Checking the cams on Foxy quickly became a pain and hearing Philip's voice always brought a certain calmness to your panicked buttom-clicking & light-checking. Even though they were recorded tapes, it still gave you a certain sense of safety that he was around, even at night. You've met Philip before, and he's quite the charm. Sometimes you wondered how he could be so chill talking about the Robots & incidents that occured at the place, or even how he made it through the first week? It was a mystery to you. By the time the Phone began ringing, you immediately picked up, excited to hear his ramble for tonight. Instead you were greeted by a nervous tone in place of the enthusiastic Hello's you were used to. You didn't interrupt him, he clearly was in distress. The banging boomed through the speaker, making you jump. By the time the classic chime played through you quickly got up, checking the cameras for the last time before putting the tablet down on the desk. Sure, you were nervous and never exited the office before during the night, but what you just heard wasn't some funny sarcastic "prank" from the guy you grew to be so attached to. He didn't mention a single thing about death, or that he is in serious danger, which amused you a little. Despite the circumstances Philip still tried to stay within company standarts with his words, turning his call into more of a silent cry for help. It was a gamble rather Bonnie would be right outside your door, in the hallway or in the back room with him, but that was a guess you were willing to take in order to check up on Philip. Even if you did see one, all you had to do was just stare at them right? They don't move when you look at them, so you hoped that in case Foxy jumped out you could use that to "stun" him. For a moment you even thought about going through Chica's side of the hallway, since she tends to be busy for quite a long time in the kitchen or restrooms. It would be better than running into Freddy or Bonnie right? But at the same time, you didn't really want to walk past Foxy and your time is probably limited. You pressed your face against the glass to see if you could catch any glimpse of Bonnie around before opening the door, and it seemed like the luck was on your side. The hallway was empty, only a eerie feeling & the cold creeping through. You did see Bonnie's shadow somewhere in the dining room before though, so he'd probably switch to the hallway in a bit. Scrambling through your pockets for the backstage key while running down the hallway, you quickly went past the Pirate cove, shivers running down your spine. There were pots and pans being smashed together in the kitchen, and Bonnie stood, seemingly lifeless, in the middle of the dining room. You didn't want to turn your back on these horrifying machines, but in order to unlock the door you had to. You put the flashlight you carried to the ground in order to shine at the Bunny, hoping that it would prevent him from moving. You were trembling, heartbeat throbbing in your ears. What if you're too late? You shook your head in disagreement with your thoughts, checking behind you one last time before going to stick the key into the lock. It clicked fairly loudly, much to your distress about Freddy hearing you. Since he was nowhere to be found you just assumed that he was going to pick up on audio clues. Entering the backstage room you pointed the light towards every corner, making sure that nobody was with you two before locking the door behind you. Placing the flashlight on the table, you rushed towards a suit sitting upright against the wall, kneeling down in front of it. You heard a splashing noise and looked down to your knees, only to find the jeans you wore soaking up the blood you were sitting in. You panicked, breath going faster. You gripped his shoulders, shaking the male. He was unconscious, not responding to any of the actions from you. Looking around the head of the mascot you caught a glimpse of where the bars ran through the mask & started pulling. Careful not to hurt Philip more than necessary you managed to get the Freddy head off, throwing it to the side to observe any wounds he might have. You got the flashlight from the table pointing towards him, revealing the horror of a mutilated face to you. Tears started stinging your eyes, desperate for him to wake up you begged & cried while pulling the suit off of his flesh, both of you covered in blood by now. The signature song starting to play in the background only made your fear worse. These Robots can't have a conscience, right? Why would they be programmed to horrify humans like this?! Your thoughts were interrupted by banging on the door, another pair of heavy steps getting closer to the backstage room. You shook the man by the shoulders again, hoping for just the smallest sign of him being alive while checking for a pulse, relieved to find that his heart was still beating. You pulled off the company phone that was attached to your belt, dialing the number of police & ambulance services. Squeezing the phone between your shoulder & ear while explaining the Situation to the operator and putting Philip into the recovery position, it was safe to say that the woman on the phone sounded quite scared. At first not willing to send paramedics into a situation like that, with the machines still roaming around. You furrowed your brows, yelling into the microphone that an employee is going to bleed out if they don't hurry the fuck up, which seemed to do the trick. "is there any way you can shut off the Robots miss?" she asked while giving you first aid advice, trying to keep her cool just as much as you. "No, they are in sort of a free roam mode at night. I-I can't do anything. If I go outside or even unlock the door they're gonna put me into a suit aswell." the woman on the other end hummed in agreement. "okay, the paramedics will arrive shortly. When they are at the establishment, you're gonna have to open the door." you rested your hand on Philip's shoulder, hoping that he knew that you're gonna stay with him no matter what. "how am I gonna know that it's the paramedics and not the Animatronics?" the lady informed you that they're going to tell you about their presence, and surely the Robots couldn't mimic their voices. Blood dripped off your elbow, the what was once white fabric clinging to your skin. The lady gave you last words of reassurance before hanging up, leaving you only with that terribly stupid song and your mutilated crush. Your mind started going to imagening all the different outcomes, praying that he wouldn't die in the Hospital, or how horrifying he's going to look after surgery. People are going to be scared of what was a very handsome young man, or maybe he'll be recognizable. Either way, you swore to be there for him, whispering silent hopes to yourself. Soon enough you heard lighter footsteps rushing through the restaurant, looking for the backstage door. You hesitated getting away from Philip, but you had to to unlock the door. Creeking it open by just a bit to check if any Animatronics were around, you guided the medics to you, watching them perform more first aid to stop the bleeding before lifting him onto a stretcher to transport him into the Ambulance. You were invited to come along, since you were the one with the most information right now. You were questioned by the police who arrived shortly after the medics did before joining Philip in the back of the EMS. You were offered a blanket which felt more like a towel, given they didn't really have spare clothes to give out on the go. You kept your eyes on Philip during the ride, thinking over the events that happened tonight, hoping that he's going to be okay.

[tsukishimas-shortcake]

Relationship Headcanons

↦ Character(s): Hakkai Shiba x fem!reader

↦ Rating/Warning: No rating though there are some light mentions of abuse (if you have read the manga you are aware of what I am talking about, I’m not going very deep into it though it literally just mentions it), mentions of anxiety attacks (no detail though), fluff, not proof read

↦ Word count: 1.8k (longer than planned, sections are bolded)

↦ Your Momo’s Receipt: Hello~ I’m post yet another TR headcanon and this was requested by the lovely @strawbub I hope this doesn’t disappoint, it did get longer than planned but I enjoyed writing it. I'll prob do a part two that's more of a scenario based on your first date or something since I didn't go into it here. Please note: for those of you who don’t know my blog is currently under construction, meaning I will not be updating my masterlist for the time being.

So how did you guys meet, well mostly because of Yuzuha,

One day in like elementary you’re walking home and you see this super pretty middle school girl just like yelling at this small group of guys

The guys end up running off just because they don’t wanna deal with her or the attention she's drawn to them

Behind her was a boy, taller than her but obviously younger. You didn’t assume they knew eachother though.

The boy and yuzuha began walking in opposite directions because one was going home while the other was going to pick up something like groceries

You’re so entranced by how she stood up to them yet she’s a girl who was far smaller and you end up catching up to her, almost stepping on her heels

You end up absent mindedly following her into the grocery store and eventually she just freezes, turns, and stare directly at you

Your eyes widen since you must’ve been staring and she just goes “may I ask why you’re following me?” And you explain how cool she was earlier. She invites you over for dinner (esp since her older brother won’t be home) and figured it’d be good for Hakkai to meet someone his age

You end up going over but Hakkai didn’t come down to eat so you never actually got to meet him, though from then on you would see Yuzuha every so often, visit every other weekend or so

But no matter how often you came over the next few months, you never once met hakkai,

That was until you both reached the end of your middle school education and we’re about to begin high school

You had gone over because you were going to borrow an old work book from Yuzuha, and when you go to knock on the door the door opens before your closed fist could hit it, instead hitting a firm chest

You blush and quickly apologize but the person in front of you doesn’t move at all, doesn’t say anything and almost looks like they drifted into space with their dead stare

You assume this is yuzuha’s older brother because you’ve also never met him and you immediately turn to walk away but Yuzuha calls over hakkai’s shoulder

“Y/N-Chan! You just got here where are you going?” This was def not yuzuha’s older brother. There’s no way she’d be that happy with him around; oh my god. Realization hit, the guy who you hit (though it was more of a tap) was hakkai.

The hakkai you had only caught a glimpse of in yuzuha’s photos, never talked to or actually seen in person despite going to the same school and living in the same neighborhood

He must hate you. That’s why he avoids you. That’s def why - is what you think

Yuzuha drags hakkai back inside and invites you in; you sit down with them in the living room and watch hakkai visibly relax now that he’s inside his house, his own space, with a pillow behind him and a blanket covering his lower half, he almost curls up into it as he continues to avoid your stare

“Hi hakkai…Kun? Im L/N Y/N” you say and you see his face dead pan once again

Yuzuha can be heard laughing from the kitchen as she comes back in.

She leans over and begins explaining that hakkai literally just freezes with any interaction between him and girls who aren’t in his family

You nod, thinking maybe it’s an anxiety thing? Which is the case with you, but only because he’s been watching you since you’ve come over (not in a creepy way) wanting to and working the courage up to talk to you

The 5th or so time you came over after that encounter he was inches away from introducing himself before the house phone rang causing everyone to kind of “wake up” in a sense

Every time since then he gets closer and closer but isn’t able to say anything; he even realizes he has a crush on you.

The way you sit when you do homework and how cute you look when you’re focused.

How your forehead scrunches up when you’re trying to figure something out and you end up just sitting back with a small huff followed by yuzuha’s signature laughter.

It’s also a huge thing that you get along with Yuzuha.

So enough with first meeting time for the confession.

He ends up confessing accidentally. He didn’t know you were coming over to begin with so he was flustered out of his mind. And how was he supposed to know you hadn’t actually fallen asleep and you could hear him over the tv

The tv was more white noise than anything and the day was hot since it was the middle of summer causing the window to be open and the sound of soft wind and small birds to drift in; this was the hot that makes you tired so you were all sprawled out of just sitting in a daze

So while resting your head on the table you’re dozing in and out but then you hear hakkai begin to speak, something he never really did around you

Now did you and hakkai text? Yes. Did it take him an hour to reply because his brain would explode when you replied to him? Yes. But was it a start to communication? Also a yes.

You hear him say your name quietly before he moved closer, you can feel his gaze on your features

“I like you” is all he says. Simple and sweet. But you sit there in shock, trying not to blush so he’ll have no idea you heard him but he can tell because your forehead scrunches

You heard him and are focused on if you should reply or not. And he knows that.

You open your eyes and just look up at him, he’s closer than expected. His hand close to yours on the floor and he reaches over and grabs it lightly. Hoping you’ll also return the gesture by holding his hand instead of leaving your hand limp inside his.

And you do, thank goodness, and Hakkai almost mentally can’t handle it.

Once you start dating it’s more so just hanging out at his house or yours; however he talks a bit more and you text a lot more. He’s gotten better at replying. It usually takes him like 15 minutes now

He’s kinda stressed about your relationship but not due to anything you or him did

He’s stressed because of the mentality his older brother gave him

Is he even allowed to be this happy?

He finally has someone thats small enough and naive enough that he can protect you; compared to constantly being protected it’s a sudden, strong, yet good change for him

He’s touch s t a r v e d

Yes Yuzuha shows affection; but he stopped accepting her hugs when he was around 8 just because he physically wasn’t able to handle it due to his bruises and such

But with you, even with his bruises and all you take care of him. Able to coax him into using medicines and toning down the physical violence (that he can control himself)

He also finds it super soothing when you lightly brush over his scars (especially those that his brother gave him), it helps him believe that scars are only physical and can fade with help

One thing that stresses him out the most is trying to hide you from his brother. Any time you leave something at the house its easy to pass it off as yuzuha's but when it comes to things like photos he has with you, he can't hang them up, show them off, or have them as his phone Lock Screen, etc. because he just really doesn't want his brother to know and target you since he'll then know that you're his weakness (aside from yuzuha as well)

Sometimes won't explain why he can't hang out and has legit pushed you out of his house before at the last minute notice of his brother coming home

Will always make sure you get home safe though, usually by having Yuzuha go with you since then she can just say you're a friend from school

Your parents love him, though they were a bit hesitant it became a "you always have a place to stay" because they learned about their family situation from you and yuzuha. So expect him to spend the night when he's too scared to deal with his brother. Same with yuzuha. (yes I know this isn't yuzuha head canons but its hard to write for him without mentioning her when they're so close)

We're talking three person sleep overs. Yuzuha and you of course share the bed and Hakkai takes some time to even set foot in your room much less sleep on a mattress that's on the floor

He has a small heart attack every time he comes into your room because he's overwhelmed with everything, he's never been so comfortable and it makes him feel restless. Like he's never and I mean n e v e r been less stressed and slept better than when he does so in your room

The smell, the colors, just being surrounded by you is something that completely changes his mood

Once showed up after he fought with his brother, tears in his eyes and clothes a bit tattered and you just pulled him to your room, and sat down with him.

You laid on your bed with him laying down onto of you, head on your chest as you rubbed his head and only said a few words "its not your fault"

He ends up crying so hard he falls asleep and gets dehydrated and you have to make him drink a bunch of water when he finally wakes up.

NSFW

super fucking careful w you

almost annoyingly so, but you're understanding

He knows that he might be taking things frustratingly slow but he knows that since you understand and know his history that you can help him get through it

Your first time you think you'll have to call it off because he's shaking so bad

"baby... are you sure it won't hurt you?" he keeps asking.

pretty sure that's the longest its ever taken him to finish because he was so anxious

despite being so slow and hesitant, late he isn't too scared to get a bit rougher

but im not talking anything crazy im talking like he's willing to pull your hair a bit or nip a bit harder at your neck.

Please never ask him to do anything like degrade you or some type of harsh physical rough shit, he can't

like literally im 99% sure that if you ask him to choke you or something he will pass out because of the anxiety attack he would have at even the thought.

in short with nsfw though he is sweet boy. He's a switch through and through. Loves when you take care of everything because then he doesn't have to be scared of hurting you.

[berah-ronah]

OKAY SO here are my miscellaneous thots on nona, roughly organized

FIRST OF ALL: as THEE BOE stan, this book was FANTASTIC for me specifically. We got a glimpse at the BOEs internal dissent, their variable views and methods, and got to finally see them as PEOPLE rather than as a shadowy terrorist group. We Suffer fucking ruled, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE Our Lady of the Passion for being a real anti-House firebrand in a way that’s completely justified.

My theory is that the Angel has a sort of magic thats the inverse or is orthagonal to necromancy

She has some form of intrinsic value to the BOE in a way that drives them to keep her physically safe, in a way that they most certainly dont for other people, and may be similar to the way that they treat House necromancers/lyctors working with them as Assets

There’s some direct risk associated with placing her around violence; the way they talk about her, it implies that even being PRESENT is somehow bad or risky, and might be an inverse of the way necromancers thrive on sudden violence and death.

They have a bodyguard SPECIFICALLY called a lifeguard tasked with protecting her, and it appears to be a role that requires advanced and specific training, NOT TO MENTION that the word “lifeguard” is MUCH more specific than bodyguard and is semantically linked to bodies of water (like the River)

The cryptic line she has about being a message or inheritance; my money is that shes linked to casseiopeia in some way, maybe a soul passed down through a genetic or ideological lineage. That would connect her to River magic more, since it would link her conceptually to Abigail (a spirit magician, and the first person to discuss the concept of non-Necromantic magic tied to the River)

IN ADDITION i think that alecto is trans of gender

she clearly has some issues with the body she’s in (which is a literal hyperfeminine ideal crafted for her by jod), and considering the tone of the series, i wouldnt be surprised if jod talking about trying to cram her in his mouth and failing was both discussing the metaphysical aspect AND was also a blowjob joke

(sidebar: its VERY funny that my girlfriend jumped on the theophagy angle and i jumped on the blowjob angle; really shows that shes a semi-gnostic Idealist and im a vulgar materialist)

In general, would be an interesting take on the Pygmalion myth (which jod specifically cites), in that he crafts her a body, BUT she hates it and feels that its intrinsically horrible

Gideon makes me SO so fucking sad in this book.

despite being given the visible outer signs of success and acceptance, its yet another situation where she’s just a weapon for someone else to wield; first it was as harrow’s cavalier, then it was as jod’s heir and prince, and in BOTH cases shes fundamentally unfulfilled (although it is obviously much, much, much worse as jods heir).

like you KNOW that if harrow could make her indestructable the way jod did, she WOULD have, because both of them are leaning on Gideon and refuse to give her AUTONOMY (even if jod is unquestionably worse).

the entire sequence on the ninth where she instinctively goes to say “we” when talking about the niners before correcting herself, then kills crux and feels NOTHING because he never gave a shit about her other than as a thing to abuse, fucking HURT to read.

i HOPE that she gets actual friendship and self-fulfillment and community in the last book, not because i think that her and harrow Wont Work, but because she needs people who are genuinely and honestly friends with her; not because they need her, but because they enjoy her company and want to help her be her best self, especially since her closest friends (cam and pal) also dont really exist as People anymore.

Like yes, gideon is capable and smart and dashing, but she needs a shoulder to lean on, and as much as i love harrow, she has that particular form of self-hatred in which the only way she can conceptualize supporting gideon is to remove herself from gideons life or sacrifice herself for her; gideon needs someone who will STAY and who will listen to her insecurities, comfort her, and give her the material and emotional support she NEEDS. she needs someone to unconditionally accept and comfort her in the same way she did to harrow in the saltwater pool

i have to let my other thots percolate and reread it to REALLY get to work BUT thats what ive got so far

[annie-mit-ie]

Glimpses: Part 6 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: The Garden

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Hello there and sorry for the long wait! I wanted to move even further in the story but since this part already has 2.5k, I felt like it would be okay for me to end it here and continue with a new one tomorrow (that I plan to post within the next 2 days). It’s 2.40am, so, as always, if you find any mistakes - keep them :) 

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You stare at you screen, mouth gasping wide open. Other than breathing, you don’t feel like you are capable of doing anything at all. Your phone shuts off again and you see yourself in the reflection of the now black screen, a look of disbelief plastered all across your face.

You look at the picture again and admire the breakfast contents for a short while before laying the phone aside to think of a proper response. People always say that you are supposed to wait for a little while, stay mysterious, seem unavailable. But thats just not who you are. She is thinking about you.

Just last week you had read an article about this phenomena and it being a new, additional love language. „This made me think of you“ is apparently the new way of telling someone you like them. Just as that thought crosses your head, you remember Alex is probably still on her phone right now and you should hit her with the news and figure out a good response together. She picks up the call immediately.

“Sweetheart!“ She greets you with a beaming smile, as always. “What’s up?“

“She texted.“ You say and wait for her response.

“Who?“, god, you can’t with this girl sometimes. Why is she so slow? “KATHRYN. She finally texted me!“ You exclaim in excitement, a little too loud.

Alex looks at you with wide eyes, frowning, as she scrunches up her nose trying to comprehend what you just said. “Oh… Ooooh. OH.“

“Exactly…“, you say and smile about her antics. “What are we gonna do now? You gotta tell me because I certainly don’t know!!“

Alex shakes her head. “Well, first of all, you gotta let me know what exactly she said in her message?“

She was right, you totally forgot, putting her on hold, you take a screenshot and shoot it her way. “It’s actually nothing special but somehow it’s very cute at the same time and I really need us to find the BEST response to that.“

The next few minutes consist of Alex pitching short puns to you, cute phrases and just simple acknowledgements, but nothing seems to fit. Especially since you yourself haven’t decided yet if you wanna start of flirty or not. You end up choosing the safest option and type „This looks beautiful! Hope you enjoy! xx Y/N.“ as a response. You aren’t quite please with it but, at the same time, you don’t wanna rush into things as long as you don’t know what was happening.

For a few minutes, you talk to Alex and ask her about her day and all, until she has to pick up dinner for her people - it’s Thursday after all and Thursday nights are family nights. She hits you with a “Go get her, tiger!“ and laughs at your face before she hangs up the phone.

Not expecting a reply from Kathryn anytime soon, you toss your phone on the sheets and lie down on your back to look at the ceiling that is plastered in those fluorescent stick on glow stars - a childhood sin. Just as you are about to close your eyes, the phone lights up again.

“Thanks :-) Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. Lot’s of work related stress. You wanna come over and have a glass of wine in my garden on Saturday.“

Saturday… What was Saturday? You know very well Kathryn has an event going on this Saturday, but maybe you were just wrong. Excited you shoot her a quick response, letting her know it’s all fine and that, of course, you would like to see her again.

Unsure if it is a date or a casual hang out, you decide to already start planning an outfit in your head - just in case it is a date after all - as you walk downstairs to join your mom for lunch.

Saturday morning went by way too slowly as you sort through the possible outfits you came up with. You had yelled at Alex right after having lunch with your mom and the both of you shot outfit ideas back and forth all Friday before you sat down and watched The Goonies with your mom. It’s one of your comfort movies and you were really glad your mom chose it because that meant you didn’t have to concentrate on something new.

She still doesn’t know about the „you and Kathryn“, but not because you don’t trust her enough or anything. No, simply because you don’t know what exactly is happening - so why worry her? The whole situation is weird to talk about with Alex, why would you make it worse by including your mom.

Still, you decided to not lie to her and actually told her that you’ve recently met someone new and you are spending at least Saturday with her. It felt only fair to let her know. Your mother was smart enough not to ask any further questions, though. Maybe she realized that it was still a touchy topic for you - who knows.

You finally decide on what to wear and put on your favorite summer dress. It’s black, flow-y and has sun flowers all over. You don’t really know how long you’ll stay, so you pick out the blazer Kathryn loved last weekend, as well. Sighting, you find your way to the bathroom where you  loosely tame your hair and put on some light make up. Just like last time you’re going for casual but not too casual. You look at yourself and smile. This dress really does make you feel beautiful!

A notification chimes through the room - it’s Alex reminding you that it’s about time to go outside so Kathryn’s driver can pick you up. You really didn’t want to have him drive you, but she insisted and since you were invited over for wine anyway, it really didn’t make any sense to take your car in the first place - especially since you’ll have to get home somehow, preferably tonight.

The driver is already there as you leave the house after kissing your mom on the cheek as you passed her on your way through he kitchen. “Good Afternoon, Miss Y/LN“, he greets you politely, as you take a seat in the back of the car.

The ride isn’t too long and you swore to yourself you would pay attention where you were going but the nervousness took over and so you’re spending the time on your phone, texting Alex and making sure your make up is okay and your hair is nicely framing your face.

Kathryn’s driver looks at you through the rear mirror: “Your first time over at Kathryn’s, hm?“

You look up and your eyes meet for a short second as you nod. “Don’t be intimidated by her. She is the nicest person I’ve ever worked for. You’re gonna love her.“ If only he knew. It actually makes you feel better, though. You don’t want to admit it, but you are very much intimidated by Kathryn and can’t wait for the first nervousness to wash down once again.

As you drive up to the house, it looks exactly like what you expected it to look like, while, at the same time, it looks completely different. She lives in the Hollywood Hills, but not where all the famous pop stars live. Her house is surrounded by plants. It looks calm, secure even and not at all like an actress lives in it. The yellow walls are welcoming and warm and the lack of modern architecture is balm for your soul.

The driver offers to open the door for you but you decline and, right as you step out of the car, the front door opens. Kathryn looks at you with the happiest face and opens her arms video to wrap you up in a big hug. “Y/N! I’m so glad you made it! Welcome!“

She looks at her driver. “Thank you for bringing her, Peter! I’ll see you later. Agnes will let you know when we have to leave, please take some time to yourself until then.“ Peter nods and starts the engine.

You look at Kathryn. Her eyelashes are highlighted by the slightest hint of mascara while the rest of her face appears to be completely natural. She is so beautiful. You’re close enough to her to be able to tell she is indeed not wearing any make up. Her hair is halfway up, flowing over her shoulders, and she is wearing a beautiful orange blouse, similar to one she had worn in one of her shows before, combined with blue jeans.

Even as you turn around, her lips don't lose their smile and she puts a hand on your lower back as she leads you into the house. You enter a long hallways that leads straight into a beautiful garden, much bigger than what you had expected. In one corner, there is a seating arrangement consisting of a seemingly quite comfortable corner couch and a wooden table. The rest of the garden is open and full of bushes and trees and you can’t even tell where it ends. A wine bottle in an ice bucket is already waiting for you, accompanied by two glasses, one on each side of the couch. “I like your dress, Y/N.“ Your breath hitches since a compliment was the last thing you would’ve expected.

“Thank you!“, you say with a bright smile, as you blush slightly which doesn’t go unnoticed by her. 

She winks at you, “Always, hon.“

Right as you are seated and she gets comfortable on the couch after filling your glasses, the door to the garden opens and a woman with long red hair dressed in all black, who is wearing a headset as she is holding a clipboard, walks towards the table. Her hair, loosely braided and tossed over one shoulder, is decorated by a pair of big sunglasses that are sitting on top of her head. She looks stressed as she looks up from her clipboard.

“Kathryn! I am sorry to interrupt, but I just need to let you know stylists are gonna be here in maximum three hours. You have to eat something before that.” Looking at the wine on the table, she adds: “Do you want me to order pizza or anything for you guys?“

You look back and forth between the two of them as you are trying to figure out who that woman is and what exactly they are talking about. Kathryn nods to every word that’s being said, completely focused on the woman. “Yes, Agnes, you’re right. Thank you. Please order the usual, we will share.“ 

She shoots you a smile. “You trust me?“ You nod eagerly, and you mean it, even though you are quite picky when it comes to food. Agnes looks at you and back to Kathryn before excusing herself with a polite smile. “Three hours, Kathryn, MAX.“

“Oh SHUSH.“, Kathryn laughs wholeheartedly as she picks up her glass of wine, prompting you to pick up yours as well. “Let me say something: I am very glad you accepted today’s invitation and I am sorry it’s gonna be stressful, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it and you’ll have a great time.“

You look at her confused. “Great… time?“ Obviously you would be having a great time while hanging with Kathryn, but the way she phrases it sounds like something other than sitting in the garden is happening.

“Did I… not tell you?“ Kathryn sets down her drink and scans you with worried eyes.

Your stomach drops for a moment as you shake your head slowly. “Oh silly me! Listen, I have been so busy ever since we’ve met. I got cast for a new movie had to meet with different producers all week and then they told me to attend the awards this weekend, which I thought were only held digitally and I must have totally forgotten to let you know that that was a thing. Agnes and Jennifer do a really good job at organizing things for me, but sometimes“, she taps her head, “this old friend is not doing it anymore.“

She looks really sorry and you have to admit you are very stressed right now and actually you feel like you might panic any moment, but just as you are about to worry too much, she places a hand on your forearm. “I would very much enjoy just spending three hours with you while I enjoy what was supposed to be my day off, but I would also like to take you to these MTV movie awards with me tonight, I you want to tag along.“

You are flashed by the offer and immediately want to say yes, but remember what you are wearing. “But… Kathryn.. I can’t go looking like THIS.“ She looks you up and down, her hand still placed on your arm, and you just know she wants to tell you again that you are beautiful, you can see it in her eyes, in the way she smiles at you. She doesn’t though and that makes you doubt that this could ever be more than just a hangout.

Your thoughts are immediately washed away, as a warm smile is playing around her lips. “Don’t worry about that, dear. After you told me that you are in the middle of your studies and you live alone with your mom, I figured fancy evening wear might not be something that you have currently lying around just like that. So.. we figured something out for you as well.“

She moves her hand over your arm and takes your hand in hers. “You don’t have to come, though, if you don’t feel like it. Don’t worry! I didn’t buy anything. I borrowed them from one of those fancy shops.“ - she didn’t. But you don’t need to know that.

Even though the thought of attending an event like that gives you anxiety, you already know what you want to do and softly squeeze her hand as you nod while a small smile creeps onto your face. “I would love to, Kathryn! Thank you for inviting me.“

It’s time to let go of her hand, but she doesn’t seem like she wants the connection to stop just yet, so, obviously, you don’t end it, either. Instead, you lock eyes with her and stay in position for as long as she allows you to. You don’t know how much time has passed until you catch yourself as your eyes dart down to her lips after she sticked her tongue out for a split second to moisten them.

For a short moment, you feel like Kathryn is getting nervous but this can’t be, can it? To loosen the tension that has built up, you laugh and let go of her hand to grab your drink again. “Let’s raise these glasses to a great night, shall we?“

She joins in and locks eyes with you once again, a sheepish grin on her face, while she slightly raises one of her eyebrows. “Well… I’m certainly glad you’re here with me tonight.“

[hermits-that-craft]

In My Dreams (Will You Remember Me?)

Flower Husbands Fic - Chapter Seven - Flowers, soft beneath my heels.

Ao3 in the comments

Jimmy washes his mug in some warm, soapy water, humming to himself. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, soap on his arms. He doesn’t have much washing up - just a few pans that he soaked in water overnight to cut through the grease, so as he puts the mug on the drying rack he looks out of the window. It’s a beautiful day, the sun beaming down on the grass, with what appears to be a gentle breeze sweeping through the young nation. 

Jimmy finishes the washing up, drying off his hands before entering his bedroom. The bed’s unmade, and his boots and suit are laying discarded on the floor, but thats a problem for Future Jimmy, possibly even Afternoon Jimmy.

Jimmy quickly gets dressed, slamming the cod head on before he can catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Putting on his boots, he sits on his bed, breathing. Inspect the docks, ensure trade is going well. Mingle with citizens, give aid and hope to his people. That he can do, that he has to do. His duty is to his people, and he will not forsake them. No nightmares can stop him from this.

A soft knock barely reaches Jimmy’s ears, and he shoots up, quickly walking to the front door.

“Hello?” Jimmy says, opening the door. There’s no one outside, just the breeze. “Is anyone there?” Jimmy sighs, shaking his head. Kids will be kids, after all, and how many teens from other empires can claim to have ding dong ditched their ruler? Jimmy looks down, and his eyes widen.

A bouquet of roses lie on the ground, wrapped in blue tissue paper with a gold ribbon keeping them together. Jimmy carefully picks the flowers up, gently carrying them inside. A note is nestled in amongst the flowers, carefully folded with his name elegantly written on it.

Jimmy pulls a vase from his cupboard, an old one that his mother gave him when he told her that he would move out of the Prisma Palace one day. It’s got intricate star cuts in it, and a silver border around the lip of the face. Jimmy fills it with water, gently taking the roses out of their tissue paper and taking the note from the bouquet as he puts the roses into the vase.

They look nice, nicer than he thought they would. He’s never had anything to put in the vase before, and he puts them next to the azure bullet that Scott gave him, smiling to himself.

Jimmy carefully unfolds the note that was resting in the bouquet, blinking at the gold lettering. He reads over the note carefully, holding it close to his heart.

“Your admirer.” Jimmy breaths the words, holding the note close to him. “I didn’t know I could have one of those.”

Jimmy lays the note on his table, blushing. He needs to get to work, he needs to leave and rule the kingdom, to inspect the docks and watch trade routes coming and going.

But, for a peaceful, blissful moment, he’s a citizen. He’s a citizen who’s gotten a gift from someone who he could date without the risk of putting them in danger. He’s a normal person, not fated to rule a country that he founded, he’s a normal person who wouldn’t put his partner into danger just by dating them. For a blissful, peaceful moment, there is no demon. No enemies. 

And then the moment is shattered.

Jimmy steals a final look at the roses before he walks out the front door. He puts on the kingly attitude, giving large tips to street vendors and clapping as the people busking on the street finish their songs. Jimmy may be alone in the city in the romantic aspects, but he doesn’t need a romantic partner. Watching as his citizens laugh, as children ask him if he would like a piece of the cake their parents bought them, as friend groups race down the street, he knows he’s not alone. 

Jimmy reaches the docks, watching from a distance as repairs are made to one of the support pillars. He’s not really needed on the docks, but he has plausible deniability if any of his advisors come to the docks and find him here. Checking on trade and imports is an important job.

And skipping meetings is also an important job. Really, he’s helping everyone.

“Codfather, is that you?” 

“Hello Lord Fwip, how are the Grimlands?” Jimmy says, keeping himself very calm. He has to keep himself formal, the citizens can’t know that they’re enemies. He needs to be civil. “Apologies for not welcoming you last night.”

“There are no problems there, Codfather.” Fwip says. “And the Grimlands are doing well, but I’m afraid that I’m here on official business.”

“Is something the matter?” Jimmy asks, concerned. “Come with me to my office, how can I offer help?”

“It’s nothing too bad, we’re just in desperate need for slime.” Fwip admits, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “I was hoping for a trade deal?” 

“That can be arranged.” Jimmy says, leading Fwip into his office. He sits down at his desk, gesturing to the seat opposite. Fwip sits down, looking slightly nervous. “Our empires may be enemies, but our citizens shouldn’t be subjected to harsher conditions over that.”

“I agree, it’s a bit feudalistic for us to forsake our citizens over an argument.” Fwip smiles at Jimmy. “I hate to ask this of you, but could I have a few stacks of slime right now? Some of our machines are breaking down, and I left in a panic without getting anything to trade with you.”

“That’s not a problem.” Jimmy says. “Take a few stacks, could I swing by the Grimlands tomorrow to finish the trade arrangement?”

“I’m busy tomorrow, family arrangements and all, but does Wednesday work?” Fwip rubs the back of his neck, laughing nervously.

“In two days?” Jimmy asks. “Works for me, enjoy your time with your siblings.”

“I will.” Fwip laughs, standing. “Thank you, Codfather. This was really needed.”

“It’s no problem.” Jimmy calls as the other man leaves. “Bye.”

But Fwip had already flown away, quickly making himself a dot in the sky. Jimmy leans back on his chair, slamming his hands down on his eyes. A meeting with anyone, let alone one of his enemies, is exhausting on a good day, but this isn’t a good day. He should have gotten one of his advisors to mediate, to take the stress off of him, to help him decide what would be a good deal. The nightmare hasn’t even left his head and this is why Lizzie tells him to avoid meetings like this after a nightmare - Lizzie makes Jowl go and explore caves or build when he’s has them, why didn’t Jimmy do something similar?

Jimmy looks out of the window, watching as the blue orchids sway in the breeze. He’ll take tomorrow off, he’ll do something nice for someone who isn’t his ally, for a change. Scott gave him the azure bullets, right? And the other ruler wouldn’t have orchids, all the way up in those mountains, it’s too cold for them to grow naturally.

Jimmy will bring him some orchids.

Maybe they’ll become allies. It would be nice to have an ally on the mainland, who wouldn’t betray him for the others.

Jimmy needs to apologise for leaving him at the ball, in any case. Maybe the Elven king will be more likely to accept his apology with a gift?

Jimmy walks into his house, looking at the bouquet of roses on his table. He should find who gave him them, should find out who his admirer is. But for now, the only flowers on his mind are some for Scott.

[causeicanmakethedevilcry]

how I think snk might end

With chapter 138 out (finally) I can finally put my two cents in this. Again feel free to add any other theory to this, whether it is a ‘epilogue of all the characters’ or even a uno-reverse moment from the vile mastermind evilest of mangakas: Isayama himself (though I doubt it).

disclaimer : I am spewing bullshit, I am broken as of now.

First of all, with Eren dead (as we think so) we might in the last chapter have about three options for Isayama closing the shitshow that was SNK.

Ist Possible Ending : Eren being revived.

This isn’t anything new anyone hasn’t theorized before. But Eren coming back to life in the last chapter (thus we might finally get a fucking idea on what this idiot was thinking while choosing the Rumbling and totally letting us inside his mind) has to have a more optimistic view. Before we name the improbabilities of this, we must see the evidence backing up this. 

Zeke, a royal blood and titan holder, got revived not once, but twice. First time even as we desired for this quite unliked character to kick the bucket, did in fact not, and made a second come back for what I call whatever “Isayama-reason”. As for the second time, you could argue that Zeke coming back to life as the rest of the other late-Titan shifters (Ymir, Porco, Bertholdt, etc) was either a “power of friendship” event or possibly Ymir’s doing to serve to her advantage. (A miscommunication of the manga because isn’t Ymir out of PATHS? Did they themselves snap back to life?) 

Even so, with this, our homicidal crazy MC might make it back. For what? I do not own enough braincells to process what else he would want to accomplish after, well, killing half the population and attempting against everyone he ever loved, so unless for revealing a baby-daddy theory (which I am somehow still semi on-board for, don’t judge, one can stupidly hope), OR ending up with whatever girl of his dreams and get a nice cliché ending to fit the narrative of all shipwars and shippers alike, hell, even Isayama’s usual “gotcha” ending where the reversal of idiot MCs dying and sacrificing themselves being overthrown by this manga? We might get Jaeger back (chances are low, however when in doubt, don't undermine Isayama)

2nd Possible Ending : Historia’s POV (finally) + desired Epilogue

With Eren *actually* dead (Thanos’ no resurrections this time) Isayama might (and thats a big might) give us more entail with Historia’s POV that has been avoided for, again, some strange Isayama-reason. ‘Eren being revived’ can be debunked, due to Eren setting Ymir free from PATHS (or what we can tell with her being outside during the Alliance trying to stop the rumbling and even Armin witnessing her). Her not being in PATHS longer (theorizing again) might not allow her to build Eren back like she did with Zeke.

In this case, Historia could be the final key to seeing what Eren wanted to accomplish, given that he confided in her (for some reason) besides pro-genocide Floch, who is dead. The last one remaining is the queen herself, who we might come to know why she supported/kept silent about our deceased anti-hero. Probably confessing if Eren was a crazy homicidal son of a titan, or, most likely confirming most of the reader’s suspicion was: “He DId iT aLl fOr HiS FriEnDs” and we can proudly see Eren’s actions as almost honorable, miraculously revealing Jaeger as actually doing some good for the sake of our detrimental minds. Given so, finally setting a proper ending to SNK and maybe getting a glimpse about life of our character’s and the Eldians as Marleyans moving on from the as time passes by. Mikasa, Armin, Levi, Jean Connie, Annie, and everyone else moving on from Eren, and living that “free” life their friend tried to give them at the end of the day. (It would be really wishy washy for Isayama’s taste in storytelling). Better yet, anticipatedly allow our beloved characters to live peacefully and well, live. An epilogue sounds just right, and in my mind, fucking earned by everyone involved.

At this rate I do not wanna appear dumb and follow the baby-daddy theory any longer, as I said Isayama ain’t one for happy endings, so Historia’s last minute explanatory true conception is downright time-taking and LATE ; fit that? in around 41 pages? it’s more impossible than you think.

3rd Possible Ending : LETS START THE LOOP AGAIN

With the coming of chapter 138, we have gone all the way to the beginning, tying the plot perfectly, and confirming the Loop Theory (well, somehow). Thus, besides a small recount of how all the survivors are doing after the events of the Uprising Arc, we might even get a small scene where Grisha is the man from the ‘last panel’ holding baby Eren. I have seen many theorizing this, even me supporting this idea, that since Isayama, mentioned the last panel being this:

We are not dumb, guys. It’s probable we’ll end the story with the loop just as the beginning with Mikasa and Eren “see you later” scene, and how amazing/whack is that? With this, horrifically demonstrating just how hellish this world/story really is (similar to Grave Of The Fireflies heh?) 

Who knows? After all this time, when we thought Eren figured this all by himself and grew attached to the poor Ymir, it’s likely she instilled the idea of freedom since he was small, making him unable to escape this loop, reliving it continuously (with seeing with memories/altering through PATHS) and falling prey to Ymir using him every time to ‘free’ herself from PATHS. This story might be how a suffering person takes it all out on the world forever, echoing how we as a society are in reality guilty of this or some sort of thrown-in-you-face last minute self-refectory moment? (or maybe this is them breaking the loop, at this rate we don’t know, I don’t claim any of my theories since the release of ch.138, I am in shambles).

As depressing as it is, it is the most fitting end to this story. Dare I say, even Isayama-worthy. All I do not want, is for Isayama to make this manga a type of “take it as you will” or leave it up for everyone’s own way of perception. Imagine? Him saying everyone can interpret this manga however we see, with our own justified take of events from start to finish? And that this story can is anything you want to believe. It would be new for a genre in manga, but in my opinion, very unsatisfactory (again, 41 pages to fill? there is only much he can do).