#bc i have not seen some of them more than once at the original airing

[alltheprettyplaces]

10, 15, 26 💜

thanks anne!! <3

10. state an unpopular opinion that you have.

.......... it's been almost 6 months and i'm still upset about how the finale and tarlos wedding went down i dunno, to have the writers mention the wedding in literally every episode of the season and then it ended up just feeling tacked on to the end of a veryyyy heavy two hours...... tk and carlos deserved better and i hate how upset it still makes me when i think about it

15. what time do you usually go to sleep & wake up?

now there's a question haha. my work schedule is consistent in days but ooooooh boy there's some different start times. the last month or so i've starting doing the baking shift that starts at 3 am (and i usually go in at 2:30 bc i'm slow still) twice a week where my first alarm is at 1 am 🙃 otherwise i usually work at 8 so i wake up at 6. and my days off are ???? whenever my body feels like it! i'm sure the wildly different sleep patterns i try to have during the week are great for my body and brain hahaha

26. what’s your favorite season & why?

spring!! it's such a short lived season in minnesota with how we can get snow up into the beginning of may some years but!! there's just something so lovely about the thaw after such a long winter that i love so so much. the grass turning green! blooms coming out! you can wear less layers! ugh i'm actually excited for snow right now, but juts know in a few months i'll be waiting for spring to come back

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[joseimukeaddict]

Haikyuu and Public Transportation Headcanons: Karasuno 2012-2013 Team

I’m going to get these so wrong bc I only just got into Haikyuu and have just started watching season 3. I tried avoiding spoilers but Haikyuu-Bu was too funny… (got scared and ran away when the post-timeskip happened)

I’m also doing this on no research and just vibes 👍 (don’t kill me pls) (I know like nothing about non-regular 2nd years 😭 except Ennoshita is voiced by Toshiki Masuda who also voices Rei from EnStars!?)

Testing if I wanna make this a series:

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Okay so these kids live basically on the outskirts so most of them don’t got any public transportation experience before high school. School-paid buses do NOT count.

Third Years:

Daichi Sawamura - Probably has ridden a bus or train to the city maybe once or twice; I heard he’s directionally challenged but he can probably get to places if he memorizes the path and sticks to it; his experiences on public transportation are fine, nothing that interesting happens but he likes the sights; people have gone up to him to ask for directions when it’s his first time ever at a stop

Kōshi Sugawara - Has never ridden public transportation before high school, doesn’t like the bus air smell but can tolerate it, reads or plays on his phone for long rides

Asahi Azumane - Probably has ridden once when he was younger for sth like a specialist doctor visit (so he can’t get out of it), came up with the worst possible scenarios the night before, if he were any younger than he was then his mom would escort him there (sadly she has work today), his fears were completely unfounded but he basically collapsed at his door from mental exhaustion when he got home; he’s probably the type to suffer from motion sickness too and needs to remember to take his meds; 80% will fumble when he taps or swipes his card

Kiyoko Shimizu - Absolute mystery if she’s ever taken it but she’s Shimizu so every experience is perfect for her; the type to like to ride with a buddy to chat with but will pull out a book otherwise (mostly to deter any men trying to hit on her, so she can just ignore)

Second years:

Yū Nishinoya - Never so he’s so pumped to try it out; bus is okay but the train? IT’S SO COOL this idiot will be standing up while the train is moving when there are available seats, will want to swing from pole to pole like Dancing in the Rain (has not seen the original); he gets stopped by a train worker one day when he’s bouncing from pole to pole to ask where his parents are; one of those people who want to ride to the end of a train or bus line only for this dumbass to realize his stop is the last stop

Ryūnosuke Tanaka - Has never had the need to ride on public transportation and is proud of it; 1000% willing to act as some sort of protector on the train for Kiyoko (Kiyoko has to keep track of the stations bc he’s going to forget); thinks the trains are cool too (and honestly much prefers it over Saeko’s driving but he would like to live thank you much); also one of those last stop dumbasses

Chikara Ennoshita - idk but I feel like this guy has rode buses more often and he honestly prefers it to trains; old ladies at the bus stops chat with him about stuff and he eventually becomes a regular with them; tries to read on the bus but he gets motion sickness and instead watches the window or the old ladies chat him up some more

Hisashi Kinoshita - probably never had an experience before high school; also the type to like to ride with a buddy; he honestly gives me mobile gamer vibes idk, it’s either really short bus rides or really long train rides; his mom probably worries about if he has enough money every time (he probably does)

Kazuhito Narita - Doesn’t like public transport and he doesn’t know exactly why but there’s always something off whenever he rides whether the seats are too dirty or the air is too smelly; he probably has the most experience riding public transport (relatives in the city or sth); sights watcher

First years:

Tobio Kageyama - once or twice for family; he likes the train more (bro gives off such his family gifted him model trains instead of Hot Wheels); yea he will sleep on the train even in that super uncomfortable position with his head back; HE WILL MISS HIS STOP WHEN HE SLEEPS and once he misses his stop he is now lost and requires someone to give him directions via call

Shōyō Hinata - no experience either and honestly it’s okay, he prefers his bike; the sights are cool tho, one of those who will put his face against that dirty glass to “get a closer look”; has been scolded before to seat properly on the seat instead of on his knees facing the window; holds his little sister’s hand when with her; always running to catch his ride

Kei Tsukishima - has past experience; prefers going alone or with Yamaguchi; listens to music via his headphones regardless; doesn’t like it when the trains get crowded and he’s squished between two people; does not give up his train seat to the elderly; never runs to catch a bus or train, if he misses it he misses it

Tadashi Yamaguchi - has past experience too; likes going with Tsukki although Tsukishima makes like no conversation and Yamaguchi talks for a bit and then it’s just silence (the comfortable kind dw); he’s the GPS and maps person when he’s with Tsukki; sights watcher too

Hitoka Yachi - def rides public transport to school and back; her mom has her card always filled to max; if my girl didn’t ride so often she would have debilitating thoughts about worst case scenarios like Asahi; she’s probably the person Kageyama calls when he gets lost and she will try to explain the best she can but the poor boy may still get lost and they will panic together; she’s rode public transport so many times it’s just a thing to her now but she enjoys when the rest of the team rides with her since they usually aren’t used to it and have the most excited outlooks on it

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Bonus:

Keishin Ukai is always missing his rides and Ittetsu Takeda finds the vibrations of train rides relaxing

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Was gonna do stuff if about the trains and buses being late but then I remembered this is Japan… yeah I originally made it bc I’m always pissed about when my rides are late and we need more silly shitpost headcanons for Haikyuu

If any of my headcanons just straight up contradict canon, just pretend they don’t exist 👍 thanks

[leesbian42-rp]

So who am I?

Hello!! My name is Chaos, or Cam, and this will be where I interact with other RP blogs or chat about my OCs. My main is @leesbian42 and I'll keep my OC tag from that blog here too

I'm 24, queer and I use pink/pinkself bat/batself and punk/punkself, or 🐍/🐍self 🌺/🌺self 🦋/🦋self. Don't like neos? Don't follow. Simple as that.

I'll do most kinds of RPs, but no nsfw and if you want it to go in a certain direction you have to tell me. Any and every OC is never restricted to just one Universe, and even if I don't know the fandom more than the basics I'm willing to at least try.

Some of the things I do is: avatar (atla/lok/woba), lego Ninjago, LEGO Dreamzzz, LEGO Friends, Encanto, Disenchantment, Danny Phantom, Descendants, DC (only know basics), Marvel (bare basics), She-Ra, Voltron, Hamilton, historic, LUCIDS, Marble Hornets / Creepypasta etc

everything I post is open RP unless specified otherwise

So!! Some quick deets on my OCs!!

Non-Fandom OCs:

Eldi 'A23421' Light

my cyborg oc with a ✨tragic evil fucked up past✨. Once human, she was experimented on against her will and had her sentience removed from her, sent out by her Creator, James Stone, to get him new patients to experiment on similar to how he did to Eldi or other majorly fucked up shit. when she's around 13-15 she realises what's been going on and by the time she's 17 she's escaped and deep into hiding, working to reprogram and relearn everything

Phoenix Night

don't really have much for him? He's born in Scotland and got sort of a symbiote like venom??? and got a pretty normal life until I hit him with the Trauma and Death stick yk how it is with OCs

Alex Xamira

I usually make her a friend of Eldi's, but I lost a LOT of the information and notes I had on them originally :(

Liwh Saga Korpwinge

my first ever oc!! She's born in 1100 and has travelled with her mother for as long as she can remember, constantly on the run from something she's never gotten explained to her. Until, one day, her mother gets caught D: Liwh sees her hang from the gallows already the next day (and other things bc uhhh 13yr me making this character really went bonkers with the tragedy)

Tilda Klemensdotter and Torkel Klemensson

these two are actually my irl Museum job characters!! Twins, born in the 1760s, they get job at the local sheriff's (länsman) farm, but somehow keep missing each other and leaves in search for their sibling! But now, a few years later, they're back working at their parents farm. They're both half-finnish too bc Torkel is actually a Finnish name, but idk how much they'd know about that side of the family

Rebel

another one I don't got a lot for? I thought the word Rebel as a name would be super cool and made this oc. Lives up to their name def at least

Fandom OCs:

Raya

I don't got a lot for her either? She's an atla oc (from the swt) AND an encanto oc (from the other side of the mountains).

Elyha Ivy Moon

my WoBA (world of the bending arts) RPG atla oc, an airbender born in around 500AG, 17 yrs old and lives in the Republic City with her mums Mary and Rose, and their older sibling Reese. Elyha and Reese are both adopted by Mary and Rose and they often joke the family is the avatar but split up (Elyha air, Reese earth, Mary water and Rose fire). Elyha's bio parents was a moonblessed waterbender (like Yue) and an airbender, which is how she got her white hair.

Rira 'El Fuego'

another atla oc!! She got kidnapped as a very young child by Ozai and Azulon for her purple fire. She's around the same age as Lu Ten and is a very skilled firebender (Ozai and Azulon won't accept anything less, even from the child they kidnapped) and she, after realising the children were no danger, could be seen with Zuko, Azula and Lu Ten. She actually goes with Iroh to the siege of ba sing se! and after that, the sun warriors!

Sara 'Saga Berry' Gustafson

born in the early 1960s, she's one of my youngest OCs on 11 years! She's specifically from a Gravity Falls dream I once had, which then turned into an au. Orphaned and homeless after her mother got evicted, she spends years on the streets before finally being found by Stan Pines during his homeless days. When Stan leaves the country, she goes with him as his adopted daughter and actually spends the rest of her childhood living on the streets and travelling the world with Stan! She's in her twenties when she starts even thinking about settling down somewhere

[sams-venting]

I need to get this off my chest before I blow up at somebody 

But I know I did not just fucking watch someone try to say a fictional incest ship is worse than several real-life people getting groomed. Are you fucking serious. You are so lucky your ass was on anon motherfucker I would've hard blocked and reported your snide ass

I don't give a shit which 'side' you're on. I don't care what you think about whatever drama of the week is going on. I know my ass, who has actively had to report CSEM photos to National Center for Missing and Exploited Children Cyber Tipline, did not just fucking watch you compare a disgusting ship, to actual teens being sexually coerced

I can't fucking believe you. We out here really prioritizing fictional characters over real breathing human beings

Get this, I am completely against pro shipping. I am just as repulsed by people looking at siblings or parents and deciding they should fuck for the silly dynamics of it as the next guy, it's fucking despicable. But I know I did not just your ass saying it's more harmful and creepy than your friend over there diddling real people almost half his age. Are you fcuking kidding me. 

And, before you start assuming shit, I again am on 'no side'. I don't give a fuck about the entire situation outside of people once again, conveniently dragging the victims of the gore anons into more bullshit. 

I am not blind to the fact none of this would've went down had a stalker not went digging for shit. No one would've known about the original doc a year ago had a suspected gore anon not stirred the pot after the callout post that got sent to the VAs. That was purposeful manipulation. No doubt about it. They wanted to pull up anything and everything on one of the few people that was trying to defend those that were getting harassed because of the big blogs. You'd have to be either really young, or really stupid to not've seen that bigger picture 

I also don't fucking trust ANYONE that makes a callout / awareness post for ANY REASON. I don't care who you are. As a quotev veteran of 7 years, someone who watched their friend get dogpiled on by big blogs 3 years ago in the Sonic fandom bc how dare a minor be uncomfortable with public porn of minor characters on tumblr, seen kids purposely catfish adults in the MHA quotev fandom so they could frame them for pedophilia any time their advances were put to a stop, the entire Revie and Jasper situation in the FNF vs Sonic.exe corner of twitter where one adult was partially framed once again by a kid that couldn't handle being told no, meanwhile the other had legit CP on their computer come to find out and was the Actual danger in the fandom 

So imagine my reaction of trying to escape to the fnafsb fandom and to tsams. Here 👏 we 👏 fucking 👏 go 👏 again. It's like everyone was born yesterday and baby spanking new to the Internet. How has No One learned the consequences of their actions. Adults included btw, just as childish if not worse than the teens that haven't learn basic internet etiquette. What the fuck is your excuse you're in your 20s, how is your media literacy This low mf. Smh 

All I can say is thank God I've decided to grow and mature as a person. And by that, coming to the conclusion that everything is ultimately ✨none of my fucking business✨ 

Bc guess what, it ain't. Just bc people airing out the dirty laundry does not mean I need to get involved and throw myself to the drama wolves. Sometimes, I don't need to have an opinion. Sometimes, if I do have an opinion, I know to keep it to myself unless I'm asked for it by my therapist or friends (and not anons guys I am begging you to not get baited by trolls please for the love of all things holy. Assume good faith in strangers, but never in anons. They use innocent questions all the time to pull a gotcha) 

Ultimately? All sides are guilty of some level of shit, end of discussion. 1) I already had beef with with the whole 'ur pd is showing' on a personal level. I will never forgive for that. In no scenario with strangers is that ever fucking okay. 2) I ain't gonna let the little fibs slide. I've seen the screenshots in the newest doc, I've compared the posts. A liar is a liar. 3) I personally don't like nor trust em. Didn't originally, definitely don't now. But again I acknowledge that's a personal decision. 4) I did not fucking like seeing people stalk the gore anon victims once again just so they can dig up scraps to support their persecution of their past abuser. 5) I am in no way denying the abuse they did infact go through. It was horrible to see, and I can only empathize with my own trauma from abusive relationships. 6) I am also however acknowledging that trying to drive them off of social media is not a realistic solution and is infact anti-recovery. So some of you are infact a hypocrite for wanting to abolish prisons and then pulling This kind of shit. Revenge is not justice. 7) if you wanna cut someone out of your life, you have to stop talking about them and 'looking out for their potential victims' or you're just going to feed the flames of drama. Be the bigger person and put down the stick if you're tired of the burn. This goes for everyone btw. 8) for the record I would not be Nearly as on the fence as I am rn if it weren't for [redacted] having learned this behavior from also being a victim of somebody else. It is incredibly common for those that have been groomed and/or abused in the past to then continue to seek out those same types of relationships. Especially if they never learned the why or how said relationships were fucked up in the first place. 

9) it is no one's place to decide if other people are allowed to give someone a second or third chance to be a better person. Idgaf if they're a victim or not. You do not have the right to dictate who talks to who. That is red flag toxic yaoi shit my dear friend. I, do not agree with a few of my mutuals chosing to befriend or forgive them. But I also know it is not my fucking place to tell them to do different. It is not my place to control who is with who for whatever reason. I don't like it, I don't agree with it, but I ain't gonna start shit talking left and right, throwing my opinions all about, and force them to do as I do. 

This is where the maturity clarity thing comes in btw. I don't like it. I have a bad feeling about it. I don't agree with these decisions my mutuals have made. But you know what? ✨It's none of my fucking business✨ and I mean it. That means, after I'm done venting here I'm dropping the topic. That means, just bc I don't like them that I'm gonna start bad mouthing to my mutuals about their friend. You don't go to your bestie and shit talk about their boyfriend right to them, that's messed up af. And this is no different 

Also, sidenote, fuck all y'all for using stranger's posts on the internet to drag someone else's name through the mud and reposting them to a doc without consent. Which Did happen to me with the big blogs vs confessions btw. I am still, very much not okay about that and I can't believe that's happening to other ppl too but for a different call-out. 

but fucking, trying to compare a fictional ship and saying it's worse than people who got groomed?

You are on razor thin fucking ice. Pull your head out of your ass, shut up, and sit the hell down before you spout any more stupid shit for the love of God. That about pisses me off more than anything right now I'm so livid. And I've been silently seething with rage since August so that's not to be taken lightly

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[P.S. thank you to mod for being a place ppl can go to, idk what I would've done since I don't have therapy till next week. Sorry if I don't make any sense whatsoever btw, I am tired, it is 1 am, and my bpd ass is extremely emotional rn with no viable outlet except here. I am aware that reality is not what it seems past midnight as I am prone to delusion, so I'm genuinely not allowed to *talk* talk to ppl this late at night for everyone's well being, including myself. So again: thank you. Hope you're doing well, in spite of everything going on. Drinking water, petting cats, monching bread, etc, and letting the small things in life into your heart to spread wonder. Have a good night]

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[ryansjane]

omg I saw your post about the jungle and I have to rant because I’m so conflicted! On the one hand it has some of my favs in it and so I want to adore it, but on the other hand the whole thing is just MESSY. And from what I’ve heard of the source material, they’ve stuck to it super closely including dedicating a chapter/episode to each character and I think it’s that (plus the really underwhelming production values) that’s bothering me the most. As far as I’m aware there’s no overarching storyline and so it comes across as a series of short stories set in the same place. I also do recognise though that the actor schedules were also apparently really difficult to work around, and that’s probably affected the series in regards to scenes with the full or most of the cast.

Having said all that, I’ve definitely seen A LOT worse from gmmtv even in recent years and I keep reminding myself that at least it’s messy in a fun, sexy way rather than completely bland (apart from leemook which broke my heart because I was looking forward to seeing them together again). For example if I go by series this year, UMG looked beautiful and was acted well but was horrifically boring, double savage almost tried to market itself as a pseudo bl with perth and ohm and was tedious to get through, I couldn’t get past the first episode of loneliness society and I wasn’t enamoured with 10yt except for view and off. And that’s not me even touching on some of the underwhelming bls.

Also I am trying to keep the faith and have hope because I feel there’s been a drastic improvement from episode 1 to episode 6 and that scene with the twins fighting each other in the parking lot in particular was so good and such an amazing performance from Nanon who apparently worked for 6 hours shooting it and I commend him going so hard for something as unserious as this

okay so first of all I agree with mostly everything you said in this post! I didn't even know the show was adapted from an original material, now the one episode per character makes much more sense! but yeah the lack of overarching material IS an issue, but on top of that the writing is so bad?? from the shows you've mentioned I've only seen 10yt & loneliness society, which I both liked enough & personally I think the writing for these shows is MILES better than for the jungle. I agree that ep 6 was the best episode so far, and it's down to nanon's AMAZING performance & also his great chemistry with mild, but all of that could not cover how SHIT the writing was this ep. nithan is DISAPPOINTED that naannam does a no show to her engagement ceremony EVEN THOUGH she now believes him to be a cheater and a MURDERER??? then he shows up & SHE'S HAPPY???? then the real naannam arrives & professes his love without clearing the air once & telling her the truth AND SHE STILL ACCEPTS TO BE WITH HIM?????? the twins make up OUT OF NOWHERE??? and say they love each other OUT OF NOWHERE???? in fact, I was so confused as to which twin was who until I watched this latest ep, and believe we shouldn't have known of naanfah existence at all until the reveal to punpun's character so WE'D BE SHOCKED TOO!!! yes that would've been a cliche plot twist, but at least there would have BEEN a plot twist! I just cannot, tbh. it's giving the three gentlebros level of writing but with even less screen time & I actually liked t3gb bc it was a silly surface level romcom whereas this does not want to be one but most absolutely is. the dichotomy is killing me I fucking hate it here 😭

xxx

[estellardreams]

Okay so... On the topic of this post, I'm going to provide my reasoning for each pony species and design attribute because I wanna talk about them. If you got any questions, just ask.

For starters, their ears are obviously a blend between their original Mobian ones and the pony ears... But in Rouge's case they're just Bat ears because for whatever reason people forget Bat ponies exist when they turn these characters into ponies!

Anyway, another detail was trying to match pony species to each Mobian's main attribute. And it led to quite a few plot changes and alterations to their designs in general. So let's just start...

Sonic: Pegasus. This one I had directly based off of a legitimate MLP G5 Cover where the artist themselves showed the unshaded version and it was LITERALLY SONIC. So I made it as close as I could but added my own flair to it such as the peach muzzle and a fluffier physique (bc I draw all of my characters like that). If you don't know what I'm referring to for "Pony Sonic" look at these.

As for lore reasons, I took it as a direct competition with Rainbow Dash, his free lifestyle, and because Pegasi are naturally the fastest pony type.

Now there still might be the question on... Will Sonic become an alicorn if he goes super? My answer: No. I doubt he would, and if anything super forms were traded out for rainbow forms instead since during this timeline the elements of Harmony became the core magic relics, and the crystal heart itself is now the Master Emerald.

Tails/Miles: Pegasus. A bit of a lore explanation on this one, so buckle in. Have you noticed that Tails' wings are more fluffy and round, like Pipp's? Despite that most likely being a design choice, I've decided to twist this attribute into something more like a disability.

Wings that fluffy and not aerodynamic make those having them struggle to fly, as such it's a genetic mutation. See where this is going? Miles was bullied a lot for being unable to fly, just like Fluttershy. Then Sonic came around, got the bullies to back off, and Miles wanted to catch up to Sonic and thank him. And despite the blue blur already being far away, he tried to fly... And managed to! His flying style is actually quite different from the usual pegasus, focusing more on long strides than fast and quick flapping. He also figured out gliding in the air to conserve energy, too!

Knuckles: Earth Pony. Do I need to state the obvious that earth ponies are naturally stronger than the others? Besides, being the sole guardian of a powerful relic and seperated during the three tribe's conflict entirely made him completely unaware of the other races. In a way, his kind is similar to the crystal ponies who are all earth ponies with a special gimmick.

Knuckles did guard the Crystal Heart his entire life, so when the empire itself was about to lose itself to the storm he gave some of the Crystal's energy to create an identical replica to restore it.

However, he's had to repeatedly replace it because once the energy exhausts itself, it just kept shattering and threatening the storms again. Eventually though, pure love from the empire stabilized one of the replicated hearts, leading to them not needing the replacement unless for emergencies.

Amy Rose: Unicorn. So... You know how unicorns are known to be more magically competent? Well, what if I told you I placed certain strengths between the species and enforced Amy's character that way. She was originally seen as weak, but built up her strength and speed to keep up with everyone else. Although she's still a fortune teller at heart, she's incredibly skilled with her hammer and is surprisingly faster and stronger than the average unicorn, who are by comparison the weaker race physically.

Shadow: Alicorn. Now you might be asking... Why an alicorn? Two things: One; Ultimate Lifeform's gotta keep up his title and Two; If they wanted a pony who is both immortal and immune to all diseases besides being a bio-weapon, wouldn't you design them to be the strongest race out there?

The story here is rather simple; Shadow was created in a space colony to help cure his friend/older sister Maria, who had an incurable disease. Eventually, the royal guards caught wind of this and alerted the princesses, who ordered for them to storm the space colony and arrest EVERYONE who was involved. However, because Maria was so weak during the escape she unfortunately died before Shadow and her could've reached the pod together. Shadow was ejected out and sent down to Equestria before he could save her.

Eventually he was imprisoned as well after getting captured and remained locked away for 50 years before eventually getting released, but told to never speak of the incident nor interact with anyone else... Guess what happened afterwards.

Detour real quick because small rant... Why do people make Shadow an earth pony, unicorn, or pegasus but not an alicorn in general?! It's legitimately so fitting and it kinda frustrates me. And also... I understand the appeal of an earth pony Sonic because, well... He runs. He's the fastest thing alive and would make him direct competition with Rainbow because they're both fast. But also... Aren't earth ponies the most physically strong out of everyone? Pegasi are known to be the fastest, and even then this would make him even more tight locked with a Rainbow Dash rivalry. Think about it!

Anyway, back to Shadow. I don't get the earth pony take but I understand why because A. Sonic's rival and B. Being the exact same like Sonic in every way except speed which no it doesn't work like that. If anything, I think Sonic could hold up rather well against Shadow through quick thinking and movement while he relied on pure strength and power. Opposites by design, too. As for the unicorn take... What part of that screams "Ultimate Lifeform"?

Anyway. I rest my case.

#ShadowAlicornSupremacy

Now, back to the other pony designs.

Rouge: Bat pony. Do I even need to explain?

Silver: Unicorn. Similar reason to Amy, except he didn't build up his physical strength or speed that much. He did still come from the future, however occasionally got stuck in the past due to the time travel schenagains. Also he was probably oen of the harder ponies to design because, well... Have you seen how little color his fur is? It's practically all white! I had to compensate by adding more cyan and yellow to make him more recognizeable than just eye color and cutie mark.

Also fluffy hair Silver... I love it when Silver's hair in human versions is soft and fluffy. It's adorable! :D

Now, how would this change the original MLP canon? Not too much, actually. If anything, these stories go on in the background during the Mane 6's adventures. But some things definitely intrude on some seasons and force the six to act and get involved, leading to them to meeting with the Sonic characters. Generally, depends on the threat at hand. Think of Dark Gaia being their first instigator to meeting, then the plunderseeds coming after because Harmony magic accidentally went haywire due to the Dark Gaia incident, leading to the plunderseeds finally being able to sprout, and they snag whoever has a ton of Harmony magic inside of them... Celestia, Luna, Shadow, and Sonic included.

Then Tirek comes around, leading to Sonic's squad to work together to distract him long enough so Twilight and her friends could figure out what to do, get everyone to safety, and avoid capture themselves.

Eventually their group falls, leading to a fight breaking out as Twilight's group goes Rainbow and begins to fight Tirek. But during this, one by one their own power-up disperses until Twilight is left, forced to choose to give up her stored alicorn magic in exchange for rescuing all of her friends, including Sonic's group. Then the final key, magic chest, yadda yadda.

Twilight's castle still has the original seven seats, though. Sonic's group functions more like a support friend group than part of the major group, and after this they went back to their normal adventures on the side.

The War still happened. Along with the Metal Virus. They don't talk about those.

[monsieurboyardee]

I love phoenix wwx so imagine an au where the jiangs are all bird hybrids and when the wens come and takeover lotus pier they rip out jc's wings so instead of a golden core transfer wwx has wen qing give jc his own wings and it works miraculously, and jc and wwx's feathers are both black so jc doesn't suspect a thing. But then wwx is tied up and thrown into the burial mounds, and if he'd had his wings he could've escaped, even despite his restraints. But he doesn't have wings anymore. So for the first time in his life, he falls.

Wwx doesn't know he's a phoenix tho, so he doesn't know that his tears have healing properties or anything like that. Since he doesn't have wings anymore, he created some: wings of inky black shadows that whisper and scream their grievances as he flies. But at the very least, it's something.

The cultivation world thinks it's unnatural. Jc thinks wwx lost his wings to the wens too, but wq and wen ning are enemies of the state. He can't possibly search them out now, when he's just starting to rebuild Lotus pier. But he begs wwx to tell him how to save him, how to fix his wings like his own had been fixed, but wwx always refuses and tells him that he prefers his new wings to his old ones.

And lwj (who is a dragon bc I like the stuff I've seen for dragon lwj) doesn't approve of wwx's new flight methods either, but wwx keeps telling him to shove tf off and so they fight.

Wwx's method of demonic cultivation is basically just like canon tho, just that he can also fly with it, so like the rest of the narrative happens as a result of that.

When wwx dies, he's being torn apart by his own corpses when all of a sudden he bursts into flames. He's screaming and wailing, and the air smells like burned, rotting flesh, and at the end of it all is a gigantic pile of ash.

Jgy is the only person who finds, buried amongst the ashes, a baby boy, burning bright with fever and with bright, silver eyes.

Jgy immediately knows what had happened, having studied Phoenix's himself, and takes the baby home. At first, he announced that the baby is his son. However, phoenix children, even a half phoenix child such as wwx, age at a rate faster than their peers up until a certain age, so when wwx ages a year in a matter of a month, jgy makes up a whole thing about his son being poisoned, and goes to war. Wwx's aging slows down once he hits thirteen, and so jgy renames him mxy and introduces him as another one of jgs's bastards (jgs has so many illegitimate children he doesn't suspect a thing). And so wwx is raised as mxy, up until he's about twenty five.

Jgy had locked wwx up and made him wear crazy makeup so that no one would recognize him, and collected bottles and bottles of wwx's tears. And wwx is content with this, bc he has never really known anything else. When wwx turns 26, however, he stumbles into jgy's treasure room and finds suibian and a book of his past life's writings. Normally phoenix's remember their past life, but wwx's end was so traumatic that in his rebirth he forgot Everything. This was also helped by a number of rlly bad chemicals and whatnot that jgy had been slipping into mxy's makeup. But finally wwx remembers, and so jgy makes up a story about how mxy sexually harrassed him and throws him out of lanling, locking him up at Mo Manor until jgy can find a more suitable prison for him.

That night, the arm is set loose at Mo Manor.

And then the rest of the story kind of progresses like the original except in this one wwx knows that jgy is up to something, but he just doesn't know what. And at some point, during guanyin temple, jgy reveals wwx's phoenix nature. Wwx himself is shocked, bc he had spent the entire rest of the story trying to figure out how he had come back to life.

After everything, during the confrontation between jc and wwx with lwj, wen ning steps in and pins jc to the ground and lights jc's wings on fire. Jiang Cheng screams, until he realizes that his wings aren't actually burning, but instead turning crimson red. Wen Ning reveals that he hadn't known that wwx was a phoenix, though his sister had guessed he might have been due to Wwx's unusual bone structure and feather length. She had tended to wen ruohan, who was also a phoenix hybrid, and she had told wen ning that normal fire cannot kill a phoenix, but among Phoenixes it was a tradition to steep their children in fire, as the fire changed their wings from black to red as a sign of their passage into adulthood. Since wwx's parents had died when he was young, he never got to experience this tradition, and so his wings had remained black. Jc is appalled as he starts to piece things together, and tries to deny it. However the crimson color of his wings, a phoenix's wings, confirm everything wen ning is saying, and jc runs off, frantically asking everyone what color his wings are and to set his wings on fire again, until he crumbles into a heap and just sobs.

Bc one of the big reasons why jc had been so mad at wwx when he'd developed his demonic wings was bc one of the things he had loved most about wwx were how strong and powerful his wings were, much more powerful than jc's own. And one of the most important things to him had been flying with wwx, and in those three months wwx had been gone all he had wanted was to get wwx back so that they could fly together once more. But when wwx had returned he kept refusing to fly with jc, and had kept pushing him away. So jc was heartbroken and grew angry and resentful, and so when ppl started telling him to stand against wwx and his wicked ways, he had stood against him, bc it wasn't like wwx needed him anymore or anything, and it wasn't until after wwx picked up his demonic wings that he'd started pushing away and eventually abandoned jc for those goddamn wens. So maybe demonic cultivation really was evil after all.

How cruel to find out only now, after everything had been said and done. How cruel that all those years ago, he had thrown himself into the wens hands and lost his wings to save wwx, sacrificing the most important part of him and dooming him to what would've been a slow and agonizing death, and then spend so many years resenting wwx for the death of his sister and his family, for repaying jc for his ultimate sacrifice by betraying him and abandoning him when he needed wwx most....only to find out that wwx had sacrificed just as much, maybe even more, for jc, and had been with him always, a symbol of his unwavering devotion to jc and his family even when he had been missing those three long months. How cruel. How cruel.

And yeah this is very pieced together and confusing but wangxian get married and idk I think it'd be interesting.

Also nie Huaisang helped wwx get into jgy's treasure room and find his own writings (gifts from Huaisang to jgy), then set the arm out at Mo manor, but if you ask him anything about any of what’s happened then he’ll only say that he doesn't know, he doesn't know, he really doesn't know.

[theconfusedartist]

honestly, I don’t think that the Isu are a big bad scary race, they’re just scared people going through shit the same way the humans do. like the Isu are a varied and connected group of people that got drastically smaller after the virus hit and their way of viewing humans changed once it was abundantly clear that they weren’t gong to make it out of that situation without them

Juno is a very smart person, like she’s intelligent, but she’s also so fucking stupid. I mean that both in canon and the rewrite. in canon she’s more stupid bc she manages to pull off grand plans and still somehow fumble the bag via knife to the neck. and that’s it.

rewrite Juno is an idiot bc she’s got this idea that the isu are better than humans to hide the fact that it terrifies her to think that they’re the reason she’s still alive, they’re the reason she even draws breath. she never really interacted with them before everything happened and now she must live with the understanding that her body isn’t her own bc if she still had all of her original parts, she’d most likely be very very dead, no matter how smart she is.

so she gives Adam and Eve technology that they shouldn’t have, lets them see things that Minerva and Jupiter specifically tried to reword their ways around to make them sound better. she needs that validation, not from her other isu and colleagues, but Adam and Eve. two people who knew nothing of the situation and don’t need to know everything, but need to come back humbled. she needs them to validate her beliefs about humans because it’s all she has left of her nostalgic memories of living in fantastic cities and light travel, that was overrun by the virus that spread and clung to skin, thick in the air.

those same grand cities crumbling around them as she and other scientists of both races risked everything in a gamble to find some solution, anything that would keep them from being wiped out.

Juno is an idiot in the rewrite because she clings to her memories of when ‘times were better’ and this ends up being the reason that Adam and Eve ever find out about the experimentation and treatment of humans. her own ego is what ultimately leads to the Human-Isu war, but due to the fact that no one ever passed down that information, nor was it something seen as important, it’s a fact that’s largely forgotten

[rydykg]

Worldbuilding Wednesday | modern times + gods = ???

oohkay i don’t know how to worldbuild at all, and things in here probably have a lot of holes, but here i go-

featured: a general summary of how gods interact with humanity, (under the cut) some notes on their classifications, and why some inventions don’t exist

In general, the Earth of stealing gold is a mixture of modern times, but with the addition of actual, real life mythology and gods. What this means is that there are things like trains, phones, social media and cities etc, but things such as cars, high-rise skyscrapers and planes don’t. Why? Well.

The gods are treated with worship and awe, sure, but other than a few specific circumstances, the world generally believes that they can do things on their own, and it’s reflected in their daily lives; aside from daily/weekly (depending on household and person) prayers, the occasional visit to a temple to pray for blessings, or annual celebrations, humanity generally sees to itself.

Mythological creatures live wherever. Some of them live in their God’s domain, or places where they are naturally born and flourish in. Some blend in with humans. It all kind of depends on their personalities and their god’s attitude of humanity (because, yes, there are some who distaste humans)

Because of this, a lot of the “humans” have a tiny speck of divine (or mythical in general) blood in them, due to gods being gods, and the occasional human getting into a relationship with a mythical creature/being. Though demigods have kind of stopped/halted being born in the past few centuries, there was a time in the past where there were plenty running around.

To rectify this, there is a “council” of gods to regulate everyone’s behaviour. This “council” is less of a council and more of a gathering of the more powerful gods. I’ll expand on this a later date never

—classification

Now, there’s two types of gods. Natural gods and Belief gods.

Natural gods are, well, as their name says, gods in charge of the natural state of the world. Like the sun, air, ocean, etc. They aren’t exactly controlled by humanity’s belief in them, and most tend to be old old.

Belief gods are usually more region-specific, and are born from the beliefs of humanity. Unlike natural gods, they can die/disappear from existence when there are no longer any believers of them. Your classic supported-by-faith gods.

There’s also a weird third option without a name (currently) that can either be Natural gods or Belief gods, but all have one thing in common: they are deities of intangible things (such as justice, honour, curiosity, etc).

—inventions why no more :(?

Anyhow, modern meets gods. Yes. Going back to the original plan.

Some inventions don’t exist in this world, whether it be because the original inventor of it in our world just died from a series of events, or simply because a god said “no :/“ and kind of. made it outlawed (because if a god tells you not to do it, and you are a normal person with self-preservation, what are you gonna do? *not* not do it??)

Example:

Cars. They don’t exist. They did exist for a bit, but then the Goddess of Air made some noise about the pollution they created and rallied a bunch of other nature-related deities to support her cause, and cars were thus sent to the Banishment Room. Trains and buses were going to be banned too, buuut negotiations went underway, and since then they’ve been running on a strict schedule using more eco-friendly fuels.

(technically cars *could* exist in the future once someone figures out a way to make it eco-friendly, but for now it’s in the BR)

(actually the whole reason why cars were banned in the first place was bc there was starting to be too many. going to be many more in the future. which was Bad)

High-rise skyscrapers, planes, anything that reaches for the skies: banned or simply were not created, because they were seen as a sign of greed, daring to try and reach where the gods lied. In the same sense, too-deep underground bunkers also don’t exist, for the same reason above.

AND speaking of the sky and the underground, different deities have different places they like to live in. Some in the sky, some wayyy underground (in the underworld sort of thing), some just existing with humanity invisibly, yadda yadda you getcha.

“Okay but why can’t gods just fix everything” because it’s outlawed by the “council”. Intervening too much in humanity would be Very Bad. more on that next time.

[feralforfrank]

── THE BEACH DISASTER.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary it's volleyball saturday, and you desperately need to relax and forget about rooster. but he has other plans, which end up with you sharing more than you should.

cw MORE ANGST AHAHAHA, reader being really sad, rooster almost saying the s-word to reader...ALSO, me using that one amy march quote bc i love it (idk if anyone will notice it lol). NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER. TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

note WAKE UP PART TWO IS POSTED!!! i managed to write 2,1k words... be proud, i've never done this before. i dont like this part as much as the first one, but a LOT of people wanted me to do a part two, so here you go!!!

part three | 2.1K | masterlist

When you returned to base, your movements were quicker than in the air. You brushed your hair and teeth, changed into a sweatshirt, and ducked under the covers. You were probably the only young person on this base, for all your fellow pilots were getting drunk on the Hard Deck or some other bar.

The tears fell as soon as your head hit the pillow. Fuck him, fuck her, fuck everyone! You couldn't believe you would ever sob over Bradley Bradshaw, but here you were, under your blanket, wiping your snot and tears with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

You knew you'd eventually have to bounce back. Rooster was never yours, to begin with. There was no reason to be crying over someone who had done nothing but absolutely hate and offend you. You shouldn't let a man affect your job or your life. Especially a Navy man. You could find a hundred more like him.

But you didn't want a hundred more Bradley Bradshaws. You wanted the original, the man who, despite making fun of your piloting abilities, was good company when he wanted to. The amusing, talented, tall man with the pornstache you'd tried to shave once while he was napping.

Is he even thinking about me right now? Probably not. He has that pretty girl hanging off his arm, laughing at his jokes, stroking his arm and looking flawless. They're likely by the pool table—Rooster's beating Hangman at a game, and she's cheering for him, handing him his bear every time he scores.

The detailed thought of him, her and your friends makes your heart clench painfully. Tomorrow's Volleyball Saturday, but you don't have the energy or desire to play. You promised Phoenix and Halo to be there so you have to go, but if Rooster brings his new girlfriend, you'll have to bail. You can't stand to see them together again.

Your skull throbs and your eyes burn with new unshed tears. You bet Maria looks striking in a bikini, skin glowing, no stretch marks, and a perfectly flat stomach. She's the perfect girl for him.

God, you need to stop. You need to stop thinking about her. And him—especially him—or you will lose your fucking mind.

You shut your eyes, waiting for a dreamless sleep to consume you. Today has been wild, and fuck Rooster Bradshaw for ruining a perfect evening.

You shut your car door after grabbing the cooler stuffed with beers and your bag, wiping the sweat off the top of your brow. You start to make your way down to the beach when you hear a voice call you from behind you.

Jake's walking toward you with a cocky smirk, but today, you don't find the energy to muster up a comment to mock him. You only smile and wait for him. He's holding his own cooler, probably filled to the brim with beers, just like yours.

"You look like shit," is the first thing he says.

You snort. If only you knew, Seresin. "Thanks, you too!"

"Are you ready to get your ass kicked today?" You actually laugh at that.

"In your dreams, Hangman. I'm the best player there is. Just admit your loss already."

It's his turn to laugh. "I thought you liked seeing us naked—' specially me. I've seen the heart eyes you throw my way, Swift."

Seresin wiggles his eyebrows in suggestion, and neither can stop your laughing as you descend down the beach. It felt good to laugh and forget about your current problem—who was a few feet away—for a second.

Once you put your things down, you look toward your friends. They are around the net, likely discussing who'll be on whose team. Hangman is taking his shirt off right next to you, but you pretend not to notice, even though your cheeks burn. Damn every single Navy guy for having such great bodies.

Your eyes look for Rooster subconsciously. Since they're all huddled together, it's hard to spot him at first. But once you find him, you can't look away. He ditched the Hawaiian shirt today, but he's wearing swim trunks and aviators. His skin is shining from the angle the sun hits him, and you nearly drool.

Too bad he's not yours. You sigh at the thought and look away. Your mind could be such a cruel place sometimes. Especially when thinking about Bradley.

"Okay, I'm ready. Are we going or what?" You heard Jake ask.

"Oh no, I'm not playing today, Seresin. I'll gladly sit back and enjoy the show, though."

His smile slightly faltered. "Sure, whatever you want. I'm not going to be the one getting my ass beat by Nix for missing out."

You laughed. "Don't look at my abs too long. Rooster will get jealous!"

And without further explaining, Hangman was running towards the squadron, leaving you with your mouth hung open in shock and cheeks bright red.

You sat down on a beach chair, somewhat focusing on their game. Sure, shirtless and sweaty Navy pilots were a magnificent sight, but Jake's words lingered.

Did he know you liked Rooster? Not a chance since the only person who knew was Nix. So why had he said that? Had Rooster said something to him? Or did he set this up—another cruel move, as if yesterday wasn't enough?

With your head between your tucked on your resting elbows, you let your racing thoughts run around and wreak havoc in your already exhausted brain—occasionally cheering. They consisted of Bradley and your job, the Navy in general, and your friends, Bradley. You hadn't noticed someone sitting next to you until they were speaking.

"Are you okay there, sweetheart?" God, you hated that fucking nickname. And he knew it.

You exhale and look to your left. Rooster's sitting on the chair five feet away from you, and you muster up the courage to look him in the eyes.

"Why do you care, Bradshaw?"

Your tone is harsh, but your heart warms that he cares to know what's bothering you.

"Well, the game's just not the same without your annoying screeches of joy when you score a point. Plus, Nix told me to check up on you." Oh, so he came because he had to.

"You can go. I don't need a babysitter."

"Why so rude, Swift? Someone hurt you?" The sentiment behind that sentence is hidden almost too perfectly. But you notice how his eyes soften, and his frown is deeper. You want to slap yourself for thinking that he cares.

"Maybe someone did. Will you please just leave me alone now?"

You've turned your head away from him now. Flashes of last night burn in front of your eyes, and you feel them brim with tears. Rooster can't see this. He can't see you crying.

"You know what? I came here to apologise. I know we're like-like sworn enemies, but I saw how...How pissed off you looked," yeah pissed off would be an understatement, "when I kissed Maria. I lead her on just to get on your nerves, but I shouldn't have pushed it that far—"

"Doesn't sound like a me problem, Rooster. I'm not Maria." You cut him off and get up, not wanting to hear him speak about this again. But of course, he does.

"I shouldn't have pulled that stunt, but you shouldn't have done that whole thing with Jake!" He's angry, you notice.

"What fucking stunt, Rooster? We're not a couple, for fuck's sake! As you said, we're enemies, and I can do whatever I want," you speak as you move your bears from your mini-fridge to another half-empty cooler.

You try so hard not to let your lips quiver. The words coming out of your mouth hurt because you wish they were true. You wish he'd see that there's no other man but him, that you don't want to be his rival anymore. Instead, here you are, fighting.

You place your phone in the back pocket of your shorts and grab the cooler, wanting nothing but to leave this conversation. Your destination was your car—so you could put the freezer in it. But Rooster had other plans.

"Didn't seem like it when you left the bar crying yesterday. All that because I kissed another girl. You hate me, my ass!"

You roll your eyes and continue walking, ignoring his loud footsteps behind you. This day was supposed to be relaxing, but he was annoying you with his walking, talking, and looking handsome. Handsome—what in the hell am I thinking?

"What cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" You pay him no mind, having reached your car now. This'll be over as soon as you get back to the beach.

"Leave me alone, Rooster," you mutter, your eyes never finding his.

"No, see. You always try to get on my nerves, but this shit? You and Seresin? That's going a step too far, honeybun. You know I dislike him more than I do you, yet you still flirted with him like some kind of slu—" What?

"No," your voice shakes as you finally meet his eyes. "Bradley, you're being mean. Stop it. You can't yell at me about Seresin when I've had to watch you flirt with a hundred other girls. I've liked you since the Academy—before you knew I existed. I won't have you hurt me with your words anymore, not when I've spent so much time trying to find a way for you to like me back."

There's silence. And for a second, your chest feels lighter than it has in weeks. The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them, and you're glad—until you're not. Bradley's looking at you, frozen in his place, his eyes unblinking. Suddenly, you wished you hadn't spoken. The very much spoken line of hatred that connected you two is now severed, and you fear that you've lost him forever.

"You-You don't have to say you like me back or anything. But you needed to know this because the weight was getting too heavy, and I couldn't bear to hold it anymore." You inhale, blinking back tears and forcing sobs down your throat.

"The only reason I approached Jake in the first place was because of you and Maria. She made me so jealous—a kind of jealousy that was so soul-sucking and toxic. Her touching you made me so insecure about my own body because what does she have that I don't? Calling Hangman over me was a petty way of gaining your attention—something I've dreamed of for so long. So, my mind's response was to do something teenage-like to hurt your feelings—even though I knew you wouldn't care that much."

He stays there still, and you take a moment to look at him—really look at him. His eyes are looking at your face, but they're in a faraway place. Someone would say he's not listening, but you know he is. If Bradley wants to ignore someone, he walks away—he never zones out—so yeah, he's listening.

His skin glistens with sweat from the game, and his aviators are lower than they're supposed to be on the bridge of his nose. His hair is messy, and you can see the spots on his cheeks where the sun burned him most.

A few seconds pass, but he's still frozen, and you scoff. You scoff to hide the pain of the rejection you just took. You told him he didn't need to say anything back. So, he can stay as quiet as he wants. But you're leaving. You walk around him, speed-walking to the beach to get your stuff. You don't dare look back.

This is the second time you're leaving because of him. The squadron is busy cheering, so they don't notice how you slip out with a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks.

Rooster's not in front of the car when you arrive. Good, you didn't want to see him after that very embarrassing and emotional moment. He's going to be okay—he's a big boy. You, on the other hand, are on the verge of falling apart. Things changed as soon as you spilt your heart out to him.

You sigh and shut the car door, your fingers turning the key in the ignition. Training is going to be so weird on Monday. Thank fuck for Sunday because you need to gather your thoughts and emotions.

You make a mental note to do your laundry before heading to bed, so you won't have to do it when your friends return, and there's a chance of bumping onto Rooster. 

You just need a break away from him to forget about the whole...beach disaster.

› part three

[sailxrmxrs]

started thinking about college au things and i couldn't settle for just one li so have them ALL (plus onion bc yes, i'm an onion simp). these are all just fun little meetcutes/relationship origins i can imagine with them in a university/college setting. i'm going to try and keep it regionally neutral but some of my britishness will probably come through so sorry for that lol. also yes this is me trying to cling onto student life bc i lowkey highkey miss it. also we're imagining this is an alternate universe so that for quest's it doesn't get all sad and angsty. FLUFF AND HAPPY ONLY. also going to try and not go overboard on the length but we'll see how that works out lmao.

♡ nightowl ♡

It started with an invitation to a friend's house party. You'd planned to go along with a group of friends, all excited to forget about the long week of classes and lectures in favour of a few drinks, overly loud music, and letting your hair down. You were dressed in one of your go-to outfits for the evening, though still comfortable enough that your feet wouldn't feel like they were about to drop off within an hour or two. When you'd assessed the completed look in the mirror before heading out, you were overcome with excitement for the night ahead. Luckily a decent number of people you knew would be there, but who knew how the night might turn out? Once there, night fully fallen and music pouring onto the street, the hours started to fly. Standing in the kitchen, looking for a snack to feast on while separated from your group of friends, an unfamiliar voice greeted you.

"Hey there, cutie. Not seen you around here before." The voice belonged to someone with blond hair and an assortment of earrings in each of his ears. He wore black skinny jeans, tears in the knees, and a patterned buttoned shirt, loose and tucked into the waistline of his jeans. The top few buttons were undone, revealing tanned skin and a single chain necklace resting just below his collarbones.

"Uh, hi. Guessing you frequent here then?"

"More than you'd believe." Seeing you raise an eyebrow at that in question, he clarified. "I live here, too."

"Ah. There was me thinking you were one of those infamous party boys."

It was his turn to quirk an eyebrow in curious questioning, a smirk playing upon his face. "Oh, yeah? Well, why don't you stick with me and find out, cutie."

You folded your arms across your chest, assessing the man in front of you before accepting his proposal. After all, what was there to lose? As it turned out, that might have been one of the better decisions you'd made while at one of these types of parties. Nightowl stayed by your side for the rest of the night, taking your hand to lead you in a dance to some upbeat remix, an arm sliding around your waist to protect you from overenthusiastic bodies bumping into you or knocking you over. At one point, you texted your group of friends to let them know you were fine and had met someone you would probably spend the rest of the night with. When they replied asking who this mysterious person was, Nightowl glanced at the incessant texts of the group chat and took your phone, taking a quick selfie with you and locking it, returning the phone to your pocket. You could feel the vibrations of incoming texts, choosing to let your friends flail over the mysterious, yet attractive, man you'd met in the kitchen. Instead, all of your attention laid on Nightowl, which he gladly returned. And later, when the two of you went outside for some fresh air, you happily returned the soft kiss under the moonlight, signalling the first of many to come.

♡ quest ♡

Getting a job at the local campus coffee shop had initially just been a way to help fund the expensive life of a student, but soon became a source of enjoyment. It was in a quieter corner of the campus and so its visitors were less frequent and typically nicer and easier to deal with than the busier spots. You liked the few hours away from coursework to make various coffees and serve pastries to the regulars on their laptops, furiously typing out their assignments for oncoming deadlines. That specific brand of pressure was entirely too familiar. But for the moment, your schedule wasn't too emotionally draining to think about; the nearest deadline was still a few weeks away, thankfully.

Throughout the time you'd spent working at the coffee shop, you'd started to recognise certain regulars along with their orders. There was one regular, in particular, whose face often remained implanted in your mind for the rest of shift—sometimes even for the rest of the day. He was tall with dark hair that treaded the border between brown and black. The lighting of the cafe made it hard to tell exactly what colour it was. But what really stuck in your mind was the contrast in the size of his build and the softness in his voice. Every time he came in, it was always the same. He'd order a latte and one of the assorted sandwiches on display, sitting at the same table while he ate. Once finished, he would bring his empty plate and mug to the counter and say his thanks for leaving. Despite the lack of actual conversation you'd had with him, there was no helping the growing crush that developed with each warm smile and words of greeting. Not only did he have a gentlemanly charm about him, but you also couldn't deny that he was attractive.

Another shift came and went, the clock signalling there was only ten minutes left until you could finally take off the slightly too tight shoes and get out of your uniform. The small handful of customers meant those final ten minutes wouldn't be all too strenuous, which was perhaps the singular saving grace to the shift. As you were stacking some freshly cleaned mugs, the sound of the door opening and closing signalled a new customer.

"One moment and I'll be right there," you called out, finishing up the task at hand. "Okay, what can I get for you?" You almost stopped short, seeing one of your favourite customers. His kind eyes were piercing, almost rooting you to the spot.

"Hi, could I just get a latte?" His voice spoke out, voice gentle yet clear against the sound of the radio playing over the speakers.

"Of course. Anything else I can get you?"

"Well, if it's not too much trouble, how about your number?"

You froze with your finger hovering over the screen through which you take note of the orders, head snapping up to see if he was serious.

"Sorry if that's a little weird. It's just that coming in here is always the highlight of my day and that's pretty much all down to you so..." His arm lifted to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, suddenly feeling awkward about his forwardness.

"Not at all. Hey, if you're not busy in like ten minutes, what do you say we skip the phone numbers and go straight to the date?" You almost shocked yourself with how easily you matched his energy, but you certainly didn't hate it either.

"You know what? I think I'd love that. I'll be waiting right over there, angel."

♡ xyx ♡

"You are the actual worst sometimes. I hate you," you complained, falling back onto the sofa as you suppressed your laughter.

"Not my fault you're so easy to scare," Xyx replied, slouching next to you, arms resting on the back of the sofa with one conveniently close to you. It had been a few months now since the two of you had moved in together after meeting through a mutual friend. You were in need of a place to stay with somewhat cheap rent, Xyx was in need of a roommate. It all worked out perfectly. That was, until you realised just how much of a menace Xyx liked to be sometimes. He was forever doing whatever he could to torment you. Whether that be hacking into your speakers to play some loud and obnoxious song at 3am or putting the exact ingredients you needed for your lunch on a shelf you couldn't reach. Currently, his personal favourite was to find some way to sneak up on you and scare you, cackling as you clutched your chest or let out a cry of shock.

"Well maybe you should be nicer to me before I decide to move out," you retorted, folding your arms across your chest and pretending to resume watching the tv channel you'd flicked to earlier.

A poke to the cheek threatened to shatter your façade. "You'd never move out. You love me too much," Xyx commented, continuing his ministrations as he poked and prodded at you until you turned to look back at him.

"Stop poking me or I'm cutting holes in all of your socks."

"What is this awful treatment I get? So boring aren't you, doll?" Xyx's face was the epitome of cocky smugness as he watched you fluster and flounder at the nickname. Ever since you'd moved in, he'd used his own special name for you at every opportunity. That's not to say you hated it, of course, but rather that it caught you off guard nigh on every time he said it.

"One day you'll actually date someone and then you'll finally have to stop calling me doll."

"And what makes you think that would happen, doll?" His arm then slid from the back of the sofa to fully rest on your shoulders.

"I hardly doubt your future partner wants you being all...like this," you said as you waved in his general direction. It was hard to formulate thoughts, let alone entire coherent sentences at this point.

"Like what?"

"Like...You know what I mean!" You launched a cushion at his head, watching him attempt to block it in time. Thankfully due to your close proximity, his reflexes weren't quite fast enough and the cushion hit him square in the face.

"Going to pretend that didn't happen. Anyway, about this future partner of mine—Hey don't pull that face this is a genuine topic here! I'm being sincere for once and look where it gets me!"

You narrowed your eyes, watching Xyx closely. "Fine, I'll bite. Go on."

"Well, you said my future partner wouldn't like me calling you doll, right? But you seem to be missing a vital piece of information here," Xyx said, his voice lowering as he inched closer and closer.

"What's that?" You managed to stutter out, feeling your heart racing faster and faster with each second that passed.

"You're leaving out the part where I want you to be my future partner, doll." Xyx's fingers gently traced your jawline, slowly moving to cup your chin. His gaze burned your skin, his touch leaving scorched marks in their wake. Your entire body felt like it had been consumed in Xyx's personal shade of flame. "Awfully quiet now, aren't we, doll? Cat got your tongue?"

"Just shut up and kiss me already."

♡ nakedtoaster ♡

"Mind if I take that seat?" The unfamiliar voice pulled you directly out of your distracted thoughts, reminding you that yes, you were here to study and not daydream. The stranger who'd approached your table was significantly tall with light pink hair that sat in a loose bun atop their head. The casual messiness paired with the oversized cardigan they wore truly made them look at home in the campus library. They even had a cup of coffee from the student café next door in hand.

"Of course, please feel free to sit there." They nodded and took up the seat opposite, sitting and proceeding with their work in silence. Having another so distinctly close by meant that you couldn't really procrastinate much more, especially considering how hard they were working themselves. Still, if it encouraged at least some degree of motivation to work and study then perhaps the unknown study buddy might be one to thank at the end of the day.

Once that afternoon passed, you expected to never see the pink haired student again. Yet, somehow, he continued to make an appearance on many of your visits to the library. Sometimes he'd already be sat there, working away with only a small glance and smile when you approached the table and took up your own seat. Other times he'd come rushing in, looking as though he'd been desperate to get there as soon as he possibly could. They were truly a mystery to behold. But, mystery aside, you rather quite liked the company. Their presence was soothing. Serene. Like the all-encompassing warmth you get from sitting beside an open fireplace, or the relief of waking up before your alarms signalled the start of your day. They were truly personified contentment and calmness.

One afternoon, you had planned to take another trip to the library to finish working on an assignment that was due in a few days time, but sudden meetings and last minute requests from classmates meant you never got the chance to actually go and study. It was a Thursday afternoon which was usually allocated toward silent studying with your mystery companion but, as it happened, this week was not granting you with its good grace to offer that small window of salvation.

A few days later you were sat at the usual table, head sufficiently buried in a book and working away, furiously taking notes when that hesitant voice sounded in your ears.

"I missed you the other day," they said as they unloaded their study materials and sat down in their usual seat.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. Got caught up with a lot of other stuff that I didn't have the time to come down here like usual."

"Thought you might have gotten bored of me for a second," he joked, smiling as he opened a textbook.

You gasped in feigned offence. "Bored? I'm offended you'd think so poorly of yourself. But no, I could never get bored of my favourite study companion."

"Your favourite?" He questioned, pausing his page turning for a moment to stare questioningly at you, cheeks aflame.

You wouldn't have been surprised if your cheeks were the same colour at this point. "Well, yeah. I suppose you are."

"Good, because you're mine too. I love our little study dates."

"Me too—Wait, did you say...dates?"

He smiled to himself, eyes flickering the pages in an attempt to distract himself long enough so as not to sabotage the sudden confidence. "I did. Why, would you rather I take you out somewhere?"

♡ onionthief ♡

Another assignment season rolled by again, deadlines galore as students from all different subjects and specialties scrambled to get everything finished and submitted on time. It was a constant dance each semester that made for stressful times. Though, of course, there was the added stress shortly after deadlines when results were posted. Typically, most students just glanced at the grade and maybe skimmed through the notes to look for any major improvements. You, on the other hand, had gotten into the routine of saving your result reveal for a special someone in your life.

Onionthief was another student in your classes, studying the same subject as you and so generally completed the same assignments. All thanks to one afternoon discussing grades, it became the norm to wait and look at your assignment results together to compare and compete as to who did better. This had gone on since the very first semester of your degree, right through the way to now, the very last assignment of both the semester and your degrees. It was almost bittersweet simply because while graduating meant no more assignments and studying, it also meant you didn't have any other reasons to see Onionthief and compare with one another. It was difficult not to feel even a little bit down about it. After all, Onionthief's incessant pushing and presence right at your back spurred you on to get higher and higher grades; it was a mutually beneficial experience that you were sad to be saying goodbye to. Still, for now there was still one more assignment and one more grade to receive.

"Ready to lose for the final time, Onion?"

He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Please, we both know how this is going to go. I'm fairly sure you never once listened to a thing the professor talked at us about."

"Ah, but not listening does not a bad student make," you retorted, waving a finger in his face with overconfidence. He was right that you hadn't always listened particularly intently, but you'd grasped the material easily and so didn't find the assignment to bring too many challenges along for the ride.

"No but doing that does."

"How? I'm literally just waving my finger in your face."

"Keep doing it and I'll break it so you'll never see your grade."

You raised an eyebrow, sitting back in your chair. "Oh please as if that'll stop me from looking. You know, now that we're about done with university why don't we work on your people skills next?"

Onionthief threw an obscene gesture your way, not deigning the question fit to answer. Instead he opened his phone to check the assignment board. "Results are up." He glanced back at you, noting the sudden concern etched across your features. "Hey, stop worrying. You'll be fine. Not as good as me, of course, but you'll have done as well as you always do."

"Rare comfort from Onionthief I hear? Someone buy me a lottery ticket, I want to see how far my luck goes."

"Never being nice to you again."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Now, what's the wager here? What are we getting if we win?"

Onionthief paused for a moment to think, contemplating all the ways in which he could extort this final gamble. "You win and I'll be at your beck and call for a week, no complaints. Well, maybe some, but not many."

"And if you win?"

"You let me take you on a date." He watched you double take, finding amusement in the surprised reaction. "What? You thought all this rivalry wasn't because I was obsessed with you? And there I thought you were smart."

As it turned out, the two of you had gotten the exact same grade down to the specific digit. There hadn't been an option in the initial clause as to what happened in case of a tie, but the two of you still went on that date anyway. And many more after the fact.

[moonlight-prose]

ETERNALLY YOURS | COSMIC IMBALANCES

a/n: i originally was going to post this only on ao3, but i figured why not here too. this is something i've been working on a lot lately and have been keeping it to myself. mainly because i was too excited to just stop writing it and post, but hopefully you enjoy this story! i waited to post it until eternals was officially out on disney+ and IT IS!! so hopefully this series doesn't spoil it for you. it's not edited fully so there's probably a few mistakes.

note: reader has a name and that's asteria based on greek mythology, but other than that there's no descriptions about them at all.

summary: there was much to be said about the planet earth, but you never did think that you'd be making a home there after leaving the one you knew so well.

word count: 5.6k+

pairing: druig x fem!reader

warnings: not explicit yet, violence, cussing, some angsty ass scenes regarding farewells, some anticipation, and a small dash of an not quite enemies but strangers to lovers trope.

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“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒆’𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆.” -𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝑵. 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏

Eternity is a long time to love someone.

You never did quite get eternity. Not yet at least, but you did get more than that. Days turned to months which turned to years and eventually you realized how long you had inhabited the place you once refused to call your home. Fate had a cruel way of doing just that. Placing you in a situation where you knew you didn’t quite belong, and yet something - or someone - kept you there.

For you it was him.

Unable to leave his side even though he chose a path you didn’t wish to follow. Yet there was that constant ache that continued to fester like an open wound, growing until it consumed you whole. Until there was nothing but the blood that he had spilled, poisoning your veins and forcing you to remain right where you were.

Waiting for him to come back to you.

One day.

Eternity was a long time to love someone and yet you had promised to do just that. Love him until each star in the universe faded away, till each planet no longer remained intact. If only he had made the same vow as you, then perhaps you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.

Perhaps you wouldn’t have become lost.

985 BC; 3,000 Years Ago

“You mean to tell me that you’ve visited this planet?” you asked, gazing at the map that gathered together in the air. Bits and pieces floating past your face caught your attention as he turned to the next page, shifting the view until you were staring at the land of this place you’d never heard of until now.

Slopes and valleys became mountain ranges; expanses of crystal blue water with waves that crashed to the shores of sandy beaches showed. It was a planet with little intelligence, something that he had called human, but still you remained fascinated by it all. Each myth, mystery, and tale that you discovered you devoured as if you’d never heard of something so interesting. For someone who had been raised in a palace as a warrior, you’d seen your share of things, but this...a planet that housed a people who were still developing.

That procured an emotion within you that you had never felt before.

It wasn’t curiosity. Far from it. Yet you couldn’t get it out of your mind that you knew this place would be far different than what you’d seen before. Call it an inkling or even a vision, but you felt something pulling you there and perhaps it was a mistake. You very well might have finally lost it, yet that was something you had to figure out for yourself. A discovery that would force you into a new state of mind.

One you were willing to go to extreme lengths to find out.

“It’s not much,” he said, turning to yet another page. “I’ve heard things since the last time I set foot on that land, but I can’t say for certain if any of it is correct.”

“Odin,” you said with a smile, pulling the book in your direction to go back to the image of the oceans. “You say that about each planet. As if that will make me lose my interest.”

He paused, regarding you with a look you’d seen a thousand times before. “I can see what you are after..”

“And what is that?”

“Purpose.” His words jarred you in a way they hadn’t before, because he was more correct than you would ever admit. Although something told you that he knew why you visited multiple planets, why you searched the realms for things unknown to even him. “You may not find it there.”

“What if I do?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from the page before you.

“That is for you to determine on your own,” he replied, setting something down onto the table before him. A piece of jewelry you’d seen him wear before and yet you never asked him about it - figuring the answer would be far too mundane for the likes of your mind.

“I’m not sure if going is the best option for me,” you whispered, shutting the book and latching it shut. “I search for it and yet...nothing seems to hold my attention.”

“Is it supposed to?” Settling into the chair he focused on the way you held yourself. Shoulders straight like a warrior, like he had taught you, but there was something within your stance that told more than you liked. “You’re afraid.”

“That obvious?”

“Why?”

The question was something you didn’t hold an answer for and yet even as you stood there, a hand still pressed to the book’s leather bound cover, you knew that you had made up your mind long ago. Long before you learned of this planet called Earth. Why were you afraid? It seemed like such a simple answer. You didn’t want to lose any more hope that there was no purpose to your life. That you did everything you could to end up with empty hands and an even emptier heart.

“What if - what if after all of this...I don’t find what I’m searching for?”

He heaved a sigh of exasperation. One you’d grown fond of hearing and yet it didn’t make you feel any better, because it meant he had grown tired of hearing about your worries. Which was something you understood. The worries you housed within your body seemed to eat away at your soul - tearing you to pieces from the inside out until nothing remained but a lifeless form of you.

“Purpose is not something you find,” he said as if he were merely telling you the details of the weather. “You may search for it, but you will never find it that way.”

“So what?” You tugged at the sleeve of your dress. “I’m supposed to let it find me?”

“If you wish to figure out what that purpose is then yes. You allow it to find you.”

Things seemed so simple when he explained them to you, but of course they would be. Odin had been a father to you for far longer than even you could remember. You understood that you were not born of his blood, knew that Hela was not your sister, but something deep down within you told you he saw you as his child. Just as you saw him as your father. He raised you, taught you the ways of ruling - even if you were to never acquire the throne - and loved you as a father would love his daughter.

“I have to go,” you said softly, brushing your finger down the front of the book, feeling the vibrations of its powers flow beneath your palm.

In a way you understood what his next words would be, but you blame that on your powers peeking their head out. Even though you had promised to never use them against people you couldn’t quite stop them from showing themselves every now and then. He could tell - felt your presence in his mind just like a slight pressure in the back of his head - and he let out yet another sigh.

“You already know what my words will be. Do not pry into my head to search for them.”

“I want to make sure you-”

“You may not be my child, but I will treat you as such. Do what you must to figure out where you lie in this universe, but don’t search for a guide.”

“I just don’t know if this is the right path to take,” you said, pulling your powers back into their space within your head.

“Then find that out for yourself. I cannot tell you.”

The longer you put off the choice of leaving home one more time, the more you would regret never having left sooner. You knew that. Could feel the stirring in your veins at the thought of exploring new terrain and you had even locked away your powers for this decision. If you were to see what came next you would never leave and perhaps that was what spurred your choice to follow your heart so quickly. You wanted to experience this adventure without knowing.

Without the fear of the future looming over you.

“Will Asgard be safe if I leave?” you asked, following Odin out into the halls and hearing the sounds of life outside of the palace echoing back to you.

“You are not the only protector we have.”

“But I am the only one who knows-”

He held up a hand, stopping you in your path. “Do not forget Heimdall. The one who trained you to use the powers that you possess. Your leaving has not hindered us before. I doubt it will now.”

Smiling, you continued down the hall until you reached the already open doors. Watching as Hela trained with a group of warriors that she had been known to fight with - Fenris lazily gazing at her from the sidelines. You would miss her while you were gone as a sister misses her kin and yet it was more than that. She was your friend.

“Give me a moment to say goodbye,” you said, leaving Odin at the top of the steps and heading in her direction.

It took her nearly running you through with a sword, but eventually she stopped mere inches from your chest. Her hair falling around her shoulders and a playful look in her eyes. That is until she saw the melancholy in yours, an expression you’d word before except this time was different. This time you would not see her again after a short trip away from home.

No, somehow you knew deep in your bones that this was it.

Once you left Asgard you would not return and while that terrified you, it also brought a sense of peace you didn’t think you’d get again. You wanted to go. Needed to venture outside of the realms of your comfort and discover another place that could be your home. Except you had your doubts about leaving the people who were your family - who were all you knew.

“It’s time?” she asked, the sword vanishing within her cloak, hand waving to the soldiers that paused their fighting. Within moments they resumed as she walked away, you right beside her. “Will you not stay till tonight?”

You shook your head, the echo of people shuffling away from the both of you echoing off the walls. The palace carried quite a bit of noise and you didn’t think people knew. Or perhaps that was just your senses picking up on the amount of people that were around you at each time.

“I need to go,” you replied, pausing at the balcony that overlooked a majority of Asgard. The mountains in the distance allowed you to see what you were leaving behind, what you would not be returning to. A sight that you wished to burn into the back of your mind - something to keep while you were away. Just another relic that would fade in time, but yours nevertheless.

To remember those that made you into the warrior you were today.

“Where are you off to this time?”

Glancing at her you watched her dig her nails into the cracked stone of the balcony railing. “Earth.”

“That pile of dirt?” You heard the undertones within her question, what she wouldn’t tell you.

Pressing her wouldn’t give you answers, but nonetheless you wished to know what was bothering her. Slowly you reached out towards her mind, attempting to delve into the caves she had let you in once before. However this time you felt the resistance within her body. Knew that to go any further would bring the wrath of Hela upon you and that was something you wished to avoid.

“You can say you’ll miss me,” you said, teasing her in the hopes of helping her to forget whatever darkness plagued her mind. “I know I’m your favorite sister.”

She scoffed, nudging your shoulder with her own. “You’re my only sister.”

“Then it should be easy to say-”

“Asteria.” That name had been given to you as a child here growing up in the world of gods, but you supposed they saw you as one of them. A god who controlled her own fate.

Who would bear witness to acts before they ever took place.

“Of course I’m going to miss you.” She let out a breath, her shoulders dropping as she continued to stare at the sight of Asgard rather than you. “You are all I have here.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” she asked, finally meeting your eyes. You wanted to see them clear of any emotion like always, and yet all that was reflected back towards you was pain. The pain of losing a sister. “I don’t make friends easily and part of why he still speaks to me is because he needs me.”

“You don’t need me to live, Hela,” you replied, resting a hand on her shoulder in the hopes that it would bring her a small amount of comfort. “You are stronger than me, than Odin and you know it. I know you do.”

“Will you ever return?”

You didn’t have to answer her to respond. She could tell by just a glance in your direction; the decision in your mind had been made up and there would be no going back on it. You had to do this. Without the support and help of your family. There were no more words that needed to be said aloud at a time like this, because what more could you say? No amount of reassurance in the world would convince her of the fact that she would survive without you.

Gathering her in your arms you held her close in an attempt to remember how hugging your sister felt. What she smelled like, how she sounded, every detail you could grasp onto you tightly clutched until they melted into your mind. Permanently etching themselves into your brain. You would not forget this place, her, everything that had shaped you. You couldn’t.

“Be well my sister,” you whispered, cupping her cheek and leaving her to watch over Asgard as she was destined to.

“We’ll meet again in the stars. One day.” She nodded, the words leaving her throat in a choked manner as she held back the tears.

“I hope so,” you replied, turning away from a life you had known so long - a family you love so dearly - and began to follow a new path. One that seemed to be carved from the very stars themselves.

Eventually you’d return here, see what you had left behind, but that would not happen for years to come. You only hoped that the future you had glimpsed was not as dark as it seemed. For if it was you weren’t sure how you’d handle it. Ignoring the pain that violently twisted your heart, you continued onwards. Heading towards your room to gather what you needed for the venture to a different planet.

There would be guards that came with you, no protection from what lived within the nine realms. No, this venture would be one you made on your own.

You clasped the cloak shut around your throat, the bag strapped to your shoulder along with a sword and knives that you kept with you at all times. Call it a warriors worry, but you weren’t quite sure what lay within the confines of Earth. You certainly didn’t wish to find out the hard way with nothing to defend yourself. The words of Heimdall rang in your ears as you rode the horse down the bridge towards your last stop on Asgard.

After having bid your goodbyes to Frigga and Odin you left through the back entrance, doing your best to avoid any interactions with those who would try to convince you to stay. You’d gone over every possibility of staying, of visiting when you could, and none of them bode well for your future. There would be a day when Asgard would call you home. When a new king sat on the throne, but for now you would have to say goodbye to those who would remain there.

Inhaling a deep breath as the horse continued to gallop towards the bifrost, you took in the sight of the palace growing smaller in the distance behind you. A home you once knew would now become a distant land and yet somehow...you weren’t afraid anymore. Through it all you knew that this was the right choice you were making. Wiping away a few stray tears that fell down your face you called out to the horse, stopping it’s movements and giving you a chance to leap down to the ground.

“It’s been nice knowing you Delos,” you said softly, patting his head and feeling him nudge your shoulder. A sign that he understood what you were saying - that this would be the last time you saw one another. “Serve your next companion well.”

A neigh was all you received in response, but it was enough for you to turn away and head towards the entrance of the bifrost. Where a man stood, sword placed in front of him and eyes watchful of everything that went on around him - everything that happened within the cosmos before him. You smiled, drawing back the hood of your cloak and stepped forward to bow your head in greeting to the warrior who you knew as your leader. Your guide in this place.

“So,” he said, shifting to focus his golden eyes upon you. “The time has come for you to leave us.”

“It has.” There wasn’t much to be said between the two of you, because he already knew what would happen. Understanding that to ask you to stay would go against the entirety of your relationship - your friendship. “I think I’ll miss you most, Heimdall.”

His lips quirked upwards in a barely there smile. “Don’t tell Hela that. She will have my head.”

“Somehow I think she knows.”

All you expected from him was a warm goodbye, a promise that he would be watching over you always, but as he lowered to one knee, sword still propped in his hands you understood this was much more than a goodbye. To have a watchman of Asgard kneel before another was considered treason unless that watchman was of royal family lineage. You weren’t blood born to Odin and Frigga but you were from an Asgardian bloodline. That you knew.

“Asteria goddess of the stars-”

“Heimdall why do you kneel?”

“I kneel to remind you that I will be here if you ever need my help.”

Crouching down you brought him up until you were able to wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly to you in order to remember him as well. Just as it was with Hela you knew that the memory of him would never fade, would never grow old, because he meant far too much to you. An arm went around your waist as he pressed his cheek against your head, letting go of a breath that you knew he’d been holding for far too long.

“It’s me that will be offering my help,” you whispered. “I shall be on Earth, but do not refrain from finding me if Asgard is in need of another protector. Promise me you’ll do that.”

He nodded, pulling away and grasping onto your armor clad forearm, keeping you close and pressing his forehead to yours. “I promise. Be well Asteria.”

“Be well Heimdall,” you replied. “I shall see you again one day.”

You weren’t sure if it was your eyes playing tricks on you or if you saw him smile briefly, the shine of tears gone as he blinked. Odin may call himself your father, but it was Heimdall who raised you. Teaching you the ways of the sight you possessed and how to wield them for your own safety and the safety of others. Heimdall...your family. How just that he was the one to send you off. How tragic.

“You know the rules of the bifrost already,” he said. “I will not be able to keep it open for you, but I will be listening if you need to be called back.”

Nodding you stepped towards the very edge of the bifrost. The endless expanse of space greeting you, but there was one star you kept your eyes on. Your new home - hopefully. Tightening the straps of your sword and bag you prepared yourself to land quite hard on the ground. It always jarred you when traveling by way of the bifrost, but this would be one of the last times you partook in such an act.

“Are you ready?”

Were you? Ready to say goodbye to all you’ve ever known.

You said yes without hesitation in your voice, the feeling of certainty curling low in the base of your stomach, because this had always been what your life would lead to. What you were destined to do. Glancing back one last time at Heimdall you smiled, tilted your head towards him, and watched as he turned the sword. Bringing the bifrost to life and leading you towards another planet entirely.

Travelling through it felt as if you were sprinting past the stars; a bright light encasing you with an array of colors - your feet leaving the ground. You got the urge to tighten up your body, to tense your muscles almost like you were preparing for a fight, but there was no fight to be had. Instead you inhaled deeply, allowing the push of the bifrost to guide your movements until you were hurtling towards a ground made of dust and dirt.

Clenching your fists you braced for impact, feeling your feet slam to the ground - the light still shrouding your view of where you were. Except you could feel the difference the second you landed. The scent of soil and trees far more prominent than they were on Asgard, and the hum of an energy unlike any you’d ever known began to thrum a constant beat in your veins. While Asgard allowed you to connect to the home when you focused enough, this was instant.

A sensation telling you that you belonged here.

Eventually the bifrost vanished altogether, leaving you to stand upon a ground that was burned with runes and finally give you a chance to take in the world around you. The first thing you noticed was the darkened night sky. You weren’t sure of the time of day, or whether or not the sun would rise in a few hours like the book had said, but you did know this. Even throughout the nine realms, Asgard shone dimly in the sky above you - a star that would probably never be seen by humans. Yet you could see it as clearly as if you were there.

“Thank you Heimdall,” you whispered, stepping away from where you landed and venturing even further into the forest.

If you were lucky you would find a good place to hunt for food. Shelter was your first priority though and so you traipsed through fallen leaves and thickets of bushes to find a place that would serve its purpose for the night. You didn’t hear the rustling behind you. Or maybe you did and assumed it was an animal that had found you interesting enough to follow. Either way you paid no mind to the creature and continued on your way.

That is until the rustling soon ceased altogether and nothing but silence remained. Noise you could handle. That you were able to track, but it’s when said sounds ceased altogether did you feel unnerved. Something had found you within this forest and deemed you fit for prey rather than interest, and so you paused your movements. Inhaling breaths when you needed to in order to create as little sound as possible.

Drawing the short sword gifted to you from Hela you listened for what might be in the area. Attempting to reach out and find a mind to connect with, even if it was an animal you would be able to see where you resided. Easier to locate them first than run head first into a fight you were blind to in more ways than one. That is until you felt the vibration from them stop and a pressure in your mind start.

They were blocking themselves from you.

How would an animal know how to do such a thing?

The growl pushed air in your direction, sending a chill down your spine, but you refused to let that place fear into your veins. Not when you were being hunted for what you assumed was a meal. Turning quickly you leaped into the air, right as a creature came barreling in your direction only to slam head first into a tree. You landed on your knee, the sword going into the ground in order to slow your movements and give you a chance to get back up quicker.

“You’re a new one,” you said, already feeling the adrenaline in your veins begin to bring out the sharpness of your powers. Killing this alien-like creature would be easy enough if you were to use what you had, but you weren’t sure what exactly it was.

For all you knew whatever this thing was, needed to live in the forest to help bring forth evolution.

“Alright,” you said, sliding the other sword attached to your back out of its sheath and dropping your cloak to the ground.

Unbeknownst to you a group of people had been hunting this very creature down from the very village it attacked and could feel a shift in power from the surrounding area. You however felt nothing. Almost as if they weren’t there to begin with although that might have been due to them being masked by a particular individual. Sprinting forward you slid beneath the creature’s legs, swiping at whatever flesh you could get to before running towards the tree and using that as leverage to jump atop the thing’s back.

It would have taken you seconds to jam your sword into the back of its neck, effectively killing it, but something latched onto your back and yanked you off. A sharp pain went through your spine as you hit the tree with a strong impact. Forcing you to stay on the ground for a few seconds before stumbling back to your feet. The sword being called back to your hand as you rushed at the creature one more time.

Now you were pissed.

It took you yet another try of taking out it’s legs to get back onto it’s back but you managed with some struggle. A man came running through the forest, freezing at the sight of you lifting what looked like a black sword and driving it home into the creature’s neck. It collapsed within seconds, falling to the ground with a loud thud and jolting you forward. Grabbing the sword you yanked it out of the thing’s neck, flipping off of it and landing on the ground with ease.

You still felt the pain in your side from where you had been stabbed by whatever the fuck was attached to it’s back, but you could stand. That meant you had won the battle. With a groan you returned to your full height, the sword coated in what you assumed to be blood still in your hands. What should have taken you seconds to notice, took you much longer than that, but within moments you were pointing the sword at a different thing altogether.

A man.

“Are you of Earth?” It was more of a demand than a question, but the adrenaline was still coursing through your veins.

He didn’t move, barely even flinched, and if it wasn’t for the shift in his eye color you would have thought him to be dead. Gold filled his irises until the blue no longer remained and instead you were standing there waiting for him to do something. While you would have leapt into an attack already you felt as though you should remain in place. Watching as he exhibited a type of power you’d never seen before.

“What are you doing?” you asked, lowering your sword slightly. You figured he wouldn’t respond, but then you felt it. A pressure in the back of your head that tried to force its way into you forced a searing pain to spread from your temples to the very back of your head.

Clutching your forehead you shut your eyes and searched for the source of that affliction until you realized what exactly he was doing. Dropping your sword you brought your hand up, gathering the energy that seemed to emit from his very body into the palm of your hand and dragged it towards you before slamming a foot to the ground and shoving him away.

“How?” he exclaimed, stumbling back until he hit a tree and attempted to catch his balance.

“You were trying to get into my mind,” you replied, seeing the slight glow of blues form from your hands until they were encasing the very ground beneath your feet. While you held the capability to see what happened in the future you also held yet another power, one much stronger than you knew.

For so long you had locked it away, forcing it to the back of your mind so as not to lash out and hurt anyone with it.

Except now you weren’t home and this man was not here to befriend you.

His eyes - now blue - met yours once more. “You’re not human.”

“Clearly not,” you said, regarding him with a look of fury. “Why were you trying to get into my mind?”

“I’ve never met someone like-”

The sword kissed the skin of his throat as you moved faster than he could have anticipated. His eyes holding yours in a steady and unwavering gaze let you know he wasn’t afraid of what might come of this altercation. In fact, he seemed intrigued. Almost - impressed by your skill to take down a creature he was clearly after before you involved yourself into the mix. You should have kept walking, but now it was too late and there you were. In need of answers from a man who seemed content with staying silent.

“Answer my question.”

His lips tilted upwards, eyes squinting at you as if he could see right through your stance of bravery. “Where do you come from?” he asked, eyes glancing down at the blue, almost black and silver armor you wore.

His attire was different, a type of armor that didn’t look to be of any planet you’d been to before. You wondered if perhaps this was what they wore on Earth, but as far as you could tell this planet did not have life this intelligent. Let alone life that held powers beyond what you knew. The answer to his question lay on the tip of your tongue, ready to be said aloud and yet you couldn’t get the words out. You didn’t know this man, had no idea if he was even from this planet. So with a stubbornness many said you learned from Frigga herself you stood strong and pressed the sharp blade even further into his throat.

“I’d answer my question if I were you,” you said, voice eerily calm given the situation at hand.

He merely smirked, eyes regarding you with a look that sent your mind into overdrive. “My name is Druig.”

“That’s not-”

“And I would leave if I were you. My family was right behind me. Really any second now-”

You yanked the sword away from his throat and stepped back, sensing the presence of several other beings like him. Powerful enough to overtake you and with a huff of frustration you gathered your cloak, drawing the hood over your face once more. If you could get away from his forest you’d be free to do as you wished, but it was the lingering curiosity of who this man really was that kept you from leaving immediately.

“Druig,” you said softly, latching the straps to your sword closed and adjusting it to a much more comfortable position. “What are you?”

For a brief moment you caught the slight smile on his face. “I believe I asked you first…”

“Asteria.” Was it dangerous to give a complete stranger your actual name? Absolutely, but in the end what harm could he do to you? He had yet to alert his family of your presence and there was the matter of making sure you remained in one spot. He could barely get past the first barriers in your mind, let alone any of the others. “I’m-”

“Druig?” A voice called from only a few feet away, forcing you to move and gather the other sword that had fallen mid-battle.

He watched, unmoving and emotionless, as you vanished into the thicket of trees, sparing him one last glance before moving on. You ignored the incessant pressure in your mind, informing you of yet another view into the future and instead focused on the task at hand. Whoever he was, you would make sure to put as much distance between you as possible. No matter the cost. He may not know what you were yet, but then of course, that made you even.

You had no clue what he was either.

What you didn’t know was that above, lightyears away standing on the edge of the bifrost Heimdall stood, watching as two stars collided within the nine realms.

Setting a course of destruction for one another.

[fruggo]

the boys x tough f!reader (part 2)

requested by : @dranonymous

i love this idea and i hope you all enjoy part two! :D here’s part 1 with the original request.

warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, dwight is really cute, danny is an asshole, jake is that cute “stoic man who is actually caring and thoughtful” trope because i say so

𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ��𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

you are so cool. like ,,,,,so cool

dwight admires you so much. you just got here and yet you are breaking pyramid head’s ankles—dodging his trail of torment left and right, the killer just can’t touch you.

and how did you feel about everything? terrified, honestly, but nobody would ever be able to tell because you didn’t let it get to you. it was like you had already been here before, because the second you learned how to do something, you had it down no problem. fixing generators came naturally, and you could also run the killer for the whole trial if you had to. teammates could easily rely on you to do whatever needed to be done.

that was what made you and dwight such a powerful duo. from the moment you met, you knew you felt comfortable around this guy. he was sweet, maybe a little timid sometimes, but he knew how to step up and be a leader for everyone despite his fears.

you both knew what to do, and you fit together like a glove. your minds worked in very similar ways, which made communicating that much easier and efficient; the second a decision needed to be made, dwight was on top of it, encouraging the teammates and helping them get on their feet. you were already ahead of them, so dwight would just nod to you, knowing you could do your job well.

of course, there were times when dwight’s anxiety got the better of him, and you had to be the one encouraging him.

dwight hated the hag. despised her. he could not stand her jumpscares when a trap was triggered, he would swear he was about to have a heart attack. he couldn’t admit this at first, but you figured it out when feng min was hooked and dwight stuck to the generator, nervously glancing over his shoulder every few seconds. he always went for the saves, so something was obviously wrong.

“dwight? why don’t you go save her?” you asked, eyeing him from your side of the generator.

he didn’t respond, looking over his shoulder again.

you decided to rescue min, but when you got back, you were going to chew dwight out until he gave you a straight answer.

you crawled up to the hook to avoid triggering a trap and gently lowered min to the ground. the two of you inched away carefully until you were far enough away to patch her wound.

“dwight, get off your ass and answer me,” you demanded (affectionately) once you were back at the generator, which was nearly finished. “what’s wrong?”

his eyes conveyed nervousness in every sense of the word; they darted all around, searching for any incoming danger. this was your first time seeing him like this, so you were confused. was he alright?

“it’s just…the hag,” he started, still fiddling with the wires. “her traps, i can’t…”

oh. was he anxious about the traps?

“i just can’t deal with them,” he finally said with difficulty. that was understandable; when they caught you off guard it definitely made you leap out of your skin.

“dwight, listen,” you said. “you’ve dealt with every other killer in this realm, haven’t you? you’ve bested the nurse, the huntress, micky myers, and even the spirit, who’s a bitch. i know hag’s traps are fucking terrifying, but you’re dwight! you are a leader, and you are good at being a leader. you can get out of here, i promise. and besides, with me here, you have nothing to worry about. i’ll kick that witch’s ass, got it?”

your very inspirational speech got him to smile. you were right, anyways—you could definitely kick the hag’s ass. what could go wrong?

nothing, actually. genuinely nothing went wrong. you took chase for the rest of the trial so that dwight didn’t have to worry about a thing, and everybody escaped with no problem. he didn’t understand how you were so good at evading capture—but perhaps you would tell him about your past eventually. you hadn’t yet decided.

back at the campfire, you and dwight comfortably sat side-by-side, patiently waiting until your next trials.

“thanks,” he said.

“for what?”

“for that very motivational speech you gave me,” he laughed.

you wiped imaginary dust off of your shoulder, giving him a confident smile. “i got your back. and man, that hag lady really is a bitch, huh? i can see why you hate her.”

that comment unintentionally caused one of dwight’s long, angry rants about his least favorite killer, and all you could do was watch him and listen with a soft grin on your lips. you’d never seen him angry before—it was adorable. made you wonder if you should just piss him off for fun sometimes.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

this guy has hella respect for you

you’re independent and easy to teach, and that’s everything he could ask for.

now and then, the other survivors basically gave newbies to jake to teach them everything about the realm—they considered him the expert on all things survival. you were one of those newbies he was forced to take care of.

jake normally hated teaching new survivors more than anything, because it was never his choice and they were all so difficult. but you were different. you were responsible, reliable, and smart, and it made his job so much easier. as time went on, he grew to be quite fond of you.

word eventually got out that the new girl had managed to charm jake out of his “hermit ways,” but he insisted that it was not true (he also disagreed about the “hermit ways” part). it was never spoken of between the two of you, but it definitely floated around in the air waiting to be addressed.

it really couldn’t be ignored any longer. anytime you were seen anywhere within 24 feet of each other, the other survivors would give you looks and wiggle their eyebrows or shoot you a thumbs up—all of which were unwanted. it created a weird tension between you and jake that wasn’t there before, and you really didn’t like it.

you missed when you were first starting out, and jake had just realized how competent you are. those days were fun—he respected you a lot; you could see it in his face when he looked at you. you always knew when he was pleased and when you did stuff right, because he would have the tiniest, most subtle grin on his face, but you could see it, and it made you feel accomplished.

you knew he still respected you, but you had basically jumped the learning curve of the realm and quickly adapted to every killer, every challenge, and every task. how you did it, nobody could ever know. but you were almost sad, because there was kind of no reason for you and jake to spend a lot of time together anymore. if you did, then everybody would freak out for the wrong reasons, and it would ruin your friendship.

so what if you had a few small feelings for him? no one gave a shit—you knew jake probably wouldn’t give a shit. to him, you were just another annoying survivor he was forced to teach. besides, you didn’t have time for that kind of thing.

man, were you wrong, though. he really, really wanted to be around you, but you already knew everything, so he didn’t know what to do to spend time with you. his way of initial bonding was sharing knowledge, but that had already been done, so…what now?

then came the one trial that changed everything.

it was normal at first. the killer, blight, was doing well, so you had to step up your game. one generator was completed and he had 4 hooks on three different people—you were the only one not hooked yet.

he was after you, and you were expertly dodging every rush and swing he threw your way. unfortunately, you accidentally ran to the generator that jake was working on, and things got a little complicated.

when the blight rushed at the wall, then at you, jake ran towards you while you ran towards him—you were both looking over your shoulders—and alas, bonk. you crashed into each other.

oh, no!! how terrible!! looks like jake fell on top of you :/ what an unfortunate situation to be in /s /s /s /s /s

wowwww near proximity ! you’d never been so close before and it was awkward but nice (?)

then you remembered there was a crazy drug addict or whatever over there and he was chasing you, and the moment was ruined. jake quickly rose and pulled you up with him, and you went in opposite directions, both nervous and wide-eyed now.

lol

after that, the trial went quite south. everybody was sacrificed. perhaps the loss could be partly attributed to you and jake avoiding each other like the plague. but who knows, right?

back at the campfire, you began feeling overwhelmed by all the weird stuff happening lately, so you excused yourself to the edge of the woods to have some quiet time to yourself. a few minutes later, jake came to check on you bc he is a fucking gentleman and yes i will die for the “stoic man who is actually caring and thoughtful” trope. fuck you

it’s slightly awkward at first, but then you start talking like normal and things feel a lot better. a little bit of the tension eases away, but not completely. what the fuck do you do with feelings like this?????

you simply composed yourself as best you could. it would have to do.

now that you felt a little more normal (lie), you trekked back to the campfire to wait for your next trials side-by-side. there was no one you felt more comfortable with or more respected by than jake. he appreciated you for your competency, and that was one of the best things you could ask for.

and to your surprise, jake actually took your hand and laced your fingers with his own. and it felt nice. never in your existence would you have thought he would be okay with displaying public affection, but you smiled up at him and gave his hand a light squeeze.

maybe the entity gave him drugs.

or he just liked you that much. either one would make sense.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny hated you. he really did.

you were so unbothered, so calm, so good at knowing what to do. it really pissed him off.

you got so much attention from the other survivors for your skill and that really pissed him off too. it’s not like you cared or wanted it or anything, but how dare they even touch you when you so clearly belonged to danny?

…who knows wtf that even means. so anyways-

when you realized how much time danny spent chasing you in trials when he should have been patrolling generators, you began to get suspicious. especially when he would take you to the hatch and then close it in your face, watching you die to the entity. he obviously had some kind of beef with you.

you were determined to find out what he had against you, so you began to tease him a bit in chases. your favorite and most frequent phrase was something like, "can't catch me? lil baby man? lil baby? lil baby man gonna cry?" you were really testing your luck with that one, and that's why you loved it.

once, you told him his fly was down, and he actually fell for it, making you nearly keel over in laughter. you got moried without even being hooked after that.

despite the horrors that frequented this place, you were never in a crisis about it. you simply learned what had to be done, and then you did it, much to the chagrin of danny. you had skipped the big "useless baby survivor" phase, and that one was his favorite :( he loved trials with new survivors because it was so easy and fun!

but alas, from the beginning, you were always on top of things, always slamming pallets onto his head or saving teammates with a flashlight.

oh, don't even get him started on your flashlight usage. you were the absolute worst to go against--every pallet stun, boom: danny's eyes fucking burned out. every time he picks up a survivor, boom: danny's eyes fucking burned out. you were a bitch with that item.

he finally began to get so fed up with your behavior that he decided you must be taught a lesson. somehow, countless mori and tunneling and camping incidents had not even managed to bother you. you literally did not care. but he had something different in mind this time.

the realm was haddonfield, of course. all of the killers despised this map, and for good reason--you ran danny around the entire neighborhood for three generators. did he have to chase you? no. but he needed to for himself.

he finally caught you in a dead zone, rejoicing to himself as you fell to the ground in defeat. "wow, that was a good chase," you mumbled under your breath, feeling accomplished. one of your best against danny, probably.

you were expecting him to pick you up, but instead he snatched the flashlight from your grasp and chucked it as far away as he could. and before you could protest, he pulled you up to stand again and yanked you towards himself, gripping your wrists so tightly you swore it left bruises.

"what's wrong...lil baby man?" you said with a pout, trying not to laugh. "is baby man angry?"

you were slightly scared if you were being honest, but you couldn't let him know that.

danny sighed. you really didn't know when to stop, did you?

"bitch," he spat, voice dangerously quiet. "cut that shit out."

"what shit?"

he squeezed your arms tighter, provoking an "okay, okay, i get it!" from you.

"do you?"

"sure. what's the worst you could possibly do to me anyways?" after those words left your mouth, you got a weird feeling that the killer was smiling behind his mask.

"listen, uhh, danny, is it?" you said, putting as much nonchalance into your voice as you could. "i just wanna know why you hate me so much. remember that time you closed the hatch in my face? the fuck was that for?"

he frowned at the use of his name but responded regardless, "you're a little bitch, and you deserved that."

you gasped dramatically, feigning offense. "ouch. that one hurt."

"i can make you hurt a lot more," he said darkly. you probably should have been scared, but you just really couldn't take him seriously.

so you laughed. it shouldn't have been funny, but it just was and now you couldn't stop. "you're just--you--i can't--" you wheezed, shaking from the laughter. "i'm sorry, it's really not funny."

danny didn't understand you. anybody else would have been sobbing if he so much as touched them, and here you were acting like it was a joke.

what could he do if you truly were not afraid of him?

perhaps it was time to let it go.

while his guard was down, suddenly you reached above his head and plucked his mask off, revealing his face and continuing your bouts of laughter at his shocked expression.

you threw the mask in the same direction as the flashlight, composing yourself and putting your hands on your hips. "you look pretty nice," you said, nodding.

wow. what the hell was danny supposed to do with you? perhaps the only completely unbothered, completely unserious survivor? he knew you were smart, and you knew what you were doing. he didn't even want to kill you anymore, you were just that fascinating.

that trial ended in you standing at the exit gate, your finger and your thumb in the shape of an L on your forehead. danny couldn’t care less at this point--he was done with your shit. but somehow he still liked you, and this definitely would not be the last time you saw him without his mask.

[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

not jealous | jake sim

summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?

pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]

genre: angst, fluff 

warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh

wc: 3.8k

a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.) 

But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)

So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.

In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.

But he finds himself doing it anyways.

Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.

He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.

And again.

And again.

Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."

There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.

That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?

He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.

"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"

Fuck.

Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.

He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not. 

Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.

"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.

That's when he freezes. You do too.

You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.

"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"

He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.

Too many beats of silence pass by.

"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?

Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.

So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?

"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.

"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.

He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.

"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.

"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.

He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.

"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.

"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!

"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.

"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"

"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."

Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!

"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.

Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."

"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.

"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.

He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.

"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.

You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."

You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.

You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.

"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look,"  you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.

Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.

Then why does he feel so fucking awful?

He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.

Yup, he feels horrible.

"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.

"Fuck."

Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.

You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.

His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.

He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him.  First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions. 

He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”

"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.

He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.

And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.

He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.

Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.

These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.

You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.

You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.

You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.

You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.

His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.

"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."

You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.

Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.

The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him. 

"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.

"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.

"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."

As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.

After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.

"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"

"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"

"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.

"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."

You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,

"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."

Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.

"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

No, he just loves you.

A lot.

[ryansjane]

i've seen love in the air (LITA) and i would like to argue in its favor... i think in 2022 we should all be past demonizing or belittling bl shows which plot focuses mostly on sexual relationships as if they're an unimportant part of lgbt people's lives (this has happened recently with ''only friends'', just after the trailer was released, its own director had to come out and /defend/ himself against what were blatantly puritan and subtly homophobic ''bl fans'' making this same argument). first of all, LITA is a romance bl so of course, the main plot is about the main characters falling in love with all it entails. and they do a excellent, excellent job at portraying 4 very different people in 4 different stages/backgrounds in life with 4 very different life experiences and how they come together and work through all things standing between them. LITA is more than a simple romance bl that says nothing once it's done. it has incredible SA survivor representation with all that it entails (dealing with PTSD, how it affects someone's perception of love and sex, how people help victims, how to slowly heal from it, etc) and it also has a great representation of ''you're more than just someone's boyfriend and being in love is not everything in life'' in the sense of academic success, hard work, determination, etc. yeah the NC scenes are good because the chemistry between the actors is great, but there's literally 5 NC scenes in 13 episodes total and they all make sense in the totality of the TV show.

i understand romance-based bls might not be everyone's cup of tea and people would rather watch things like triage, manner of death, not me or vice versa, which are more about the storyline than the love line, but ruling out LITA just because it's got NC scenes in it is doing a disservice to the effort and talent the actors have in portraying human, real and raw lgbt love experiences.

i hope you can give it a try, especially prapai and sky's story, since it tells a very beautiful tale of care, acceptance, overcoming trauma and building a healthy support system. <3

okay, that's another way to see it. the way you describe this series makes it sound way better than the basic university bl it seemed to be, which makes it seem actually interesting. I still probably won’t watch it bc I have many other shows in store & also sa survivor storylines that are too graphic bother me. (also mame’s OBSESSION with having sa survivors in every single on of her stories is weird, I’m sorry 💀 especially considering she’s romanticized sa multiple times as well 💀) that being said, I wanna make something clear (which I thought was clear if you scrolled to my blog but anyways): I am not against sex scenes. only friends is one of the 2023 shows I'm the most excited for, and I've praised p'jojo's (the same director) works featuring sex as an important part of life like the warp effect before. my issue with sex scenes in bl comes with bl not being a genre for lgbtq+ people to start with. it suffices to look at the original novels that inspire 99% of thai bl shows: they almost all feature & excuse sa in some form, and rely heavily on stereotypes of the small feminine main character with his pushy masculine love interest to only present ONE type of relationship, when lgbtq+ people are all unique & different. sure, bl has now a huge lgbtq+ following & many of the people creating bl shows are now lgbtq+ themselves, but that doesn't mean that most bl shows aren't still mostly meant for straight women. and if anyone opens their eyes for five seconds, they will realize that there is a reason why bl shows are a thousand times more sexual than straight thai dramas: bc most of those scenes are for fanservice rather than in service of the plot. and fyi I LOVE romances. it's the reason I love thai dramas so much, bc pretty much all of them are romances in some way. and I LOVE well done sex scenes like seanwhite's first time. so to pretend I'm demonizing all bl sex scenes instead of acknowledging the truth that most bl sex scenes are unnecessary & only there to arouse its audience is misplaced. if non bl thai dramas were as sexual as american shows for example, I wouldn't say a thing bc this oversexualization would be generalized (still not sure it would be okay though.) but here it's present ONLY in bl, which tells me everything there is to know.

xxx