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magics-neptunes-things · 5 months ago

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Cheetah

Hello everyone!

So for once this isn't a request, but more something who was walking in my head rent free and I just had to write it.

I don't know a lot about motorcycle to be honest but i made some research, so if there is some incoherence, I'm sorry!

Also I start to translate the English in Spanish before stopping, because in the end almost everyone is supposed to talk in Spanish and I'm really bad at it (I only can command something to eat and drink).

Please let me know what you think about it and enjoy ♥

TW : Moto accident, Angst, Injuries and a little bit of autodestruction maybe.

“Come on Cheetah, everyone’s waiting for you!”

You sigh softly, putting the picture you were looking at in your bag. It’s a picture of your ex-girlfriend and yourself, during your happy days. It’s been three months since the breakup and you are still mourning the end of your relationship like if it was the first hours. You still feel numb and if like someone is constantly crushing your heart in their iron grip. It’s not getting better, and it probably never will. Ona was, is, the love of your life and it’s just impossible for you to recover from it.

Falling for Ona was easy. You met her when you were both 20, even if you come from Palma de Mallorca and not Barcelona. You are a athlete too, so it wasn’t hard to cross her path at one of the Spanish awards. Patri Guijarro was there too and like you she comes from Mallorca, so she introduced you both and the rest is history.

When Ona moved to Manchester, you follow her. You find a team to train your motorcycle and your skills there. You were still young but promising on the circuit and you didn’t have trouble the find someone to help you getting better. And better you get. Just like Ona in Manchester United, you easily improve your skills and became one of the best in the world. Sure, you were sometimes away from home and Ona for your competitions, but everything was perfect.

When Ona came back to Barcelona, you flow back with her too. Some of your team came with you, some other didn’t but you can’t hold it against them. You find people to replace them and continue to race on the top of the leader boards.

The breakup didn’t come from nowhere, you can’t say that. You knew how much Ona was worried when you race, scared that you hurt yourself. You never had a big injury until now. But just after Christmas, you were implicated in an accident and Ona had trouble to concentrate in something else than that since that day.

It wasn’t your fault honestly; you just weren’t able to avoid the motorcycles already lying on the road. So, you made a gliding flight and had a concussion and a dislocated shoulder, nothing too serious. But Ona was in Barcelona while you were in Qatar, and it took almost two hours for you to be able to call her, even if you make everything possible to have your phone back.

That’s what pushed Ona to break up with you.

“I can’t keep focusing on your future death while I’m in training or supposed to be concentrated on something important, Y/N/N. I’m so sorry.” was what she told you.

Can you blame her? No. Did she told you it was because she doesn’t love you anymore? No. Did you try everything to make her change her mind? Yes. You even told her that you will stop your sport. But she’s not with you anymore and it hurt like hell.

“Hi Cheetah!” make one of your opponent when you arrive in the garage, where the motorcycles are stored.

“Hola” you mumble back.

Cheetah is your nickname, because of your speed and the feline way you stand on your bike. But it’s especially Ona’s favorite animal. You wonder if she’s still looking at your race sometimes. Probably not. You never asked Patri who became your friend with the years, the girl never talked about your breakup either. You like it that way.

One hour after, you are on your bike, ready to start your race. Your helmet is a notch off from what security recommends, but you prefer to wear it like that. Ona had forbidden you to do so and you had accepted her request without flinching. But Ona isn’t here anymore, and you have no one to care about.

Well, your brother who is in your team maybe. And probably your parents, but even if you love them, they aren’t Ona.

The qualifying rounds put you in fourth place at the start, but after a daring overtaking you manage to get gain the third place. The weather is great honestly, a little bit sunny maybe but it’s better than the rain. You are in Italy after all.

The fight for the second place is hard, your opponent always manages to stand in your way to keep you from reaching it. It starts to frustrate you, even if your team keeps telling you in the helmet to take no risks. You don’t listen to them, still being careful not to make faults though, you don’t want to have any penalty against you.

“Lenta, hermanita por favor!” (Slower, my little sister please!)

You hear your brother’s voice but don’t listen to him either. He will probably kill you for it after the race , but if you manage to get the second place, it’s worth it right? Winning is the only thing that you have left. The only thing that makes you feel a little alive.

That’s why you don’t hesitate to take other risks to get the second place. Plot twist, you shouldn’t have.

It’s the first time since you’re a teenager that you lose the control of your motorcycle, but it’s a strange feeling. You feel yourself flying and the helmet getting ripped off your head during the crash. After that it’s all black, you just have little moments of consciousness from time to time.

“No no no no no! ¡ Y/N No me hagas esto! Respira por favor!” (Don’t do that! Breath please!”)

That’s your brother voice. You don’t know where you are, you hear people screaming and probably running next to you. But you are too tired. Falling asleep now probably will help you feel better, right?

“Sigue luchando. Piensa en Ona." (Keep fighting. Think about Ona.)

Ona? You think about her every single second of the day. You are surprised by this statement, but it has the advantage to wake you up a little. Your brother usually never mention your ex-girlfriend, knowing how much the breakup is destroying you.

“Alright we take her to the ambulance, now!”

If you were able, you probably would have rolled your eyes because of the strength that this man screamed with. You are not even able to open your eyes though, and you hate the way you feel your body not responding to what you want. But your head hurt and soon you are asleep again.

The next time you are awake, it was way quiet. You hear your parents and your brother, but you have to make a big effort to understand what they are saying.

“She called her name several times in the ambulance, but she’s asleep since”

Well, that’s embarrassing. It’s useless to wonder which name you called, there only is one woman in your head after all.

“Did you call her?”

Your mother.

“No. Y/N would have probably hated me if I did.”

Is he right? Maybe. You’ll think about it later.

“She has the right to know how Y/N is.”

Point for your father.

“I’ll call Patri instead.”

Well, it’s probably better that way. Patri is one of your best friends and if Ona wants to have news of you, she will ask Patri. But once again, she probably has no interest about your health anymore.

You fall back asleep again soon after that.

Patri’s face is white when she reaches the gym of FC Barcelona Femeni. It’s not Ona who realized it first, your ex-girlfriend is focused on her exercises next to Mariona.

“Patri you alright?” Pina asks, looking at her friend with worry.

Everyone raises their gaze on the girl, but she’s only looking at Ona. And Ona knows, right there. She gulps and stand up, her hand shaking.

“What happened?” Ona asks quietly.

But Patri takes her by the hand to take her out. She doesn’t want to explain to Ona what happened in front of the others. She doesn’t know how the younger one will react at the news, and she’s scared of her reaction to be honest. Every single person in the team know how much Ona is sad about your breakup, even if she’s the one who chose to have it that way.

“Y/N had an accident during the race” Patri starts, looking at Ona with attention. “I don’t know what her injuries are or anything else. But she has that awful crash, and they came with the ambulance and those kinds of white curtains.”

Ona knows what the curtains are for. It’s to protect the dignity of the runner in the case of a serious injury… or worse. Very worse. Her face passes from white to green.

“Is there a video from the crash?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to…”

But Ona doesn’t listen. Like you, she’s stubborn. She wants to know. She needs to know. She doesn’t know when the accident happened, but the video of it is easy to find on social media. She doesn’t react at all during several seconds and Patri wondered if Ona’s mind crashed, too.

“She loosened her helmet” Ona whispers at first.

“What?” Patri frowned.

“She loosened her helmet! She loosened her helmet and now she’s probably dead!”

Ona’s shouting and Patri prefer that, but it’s surprising. Ona isn’t the kind of girl who shout usually. She puts a comforting hand on Ona’s arm before talking.

“We don’t know that for now” she tries, with a comforting voice.

“Haven’t you seen the crash? Haven’t you seen of hard her head hit the ground? She didn’t move after that! At all!”

Patri doesn’t know what to answer at that. Ona’s right and she regrets to have inform her so soon, without having news of you. Or your brother, who had kind of a crush for Patri before realizing that she’s as gay as you are. You still tease him about it years later.

“I’ll try to call her brother, ok? But for now, let’s get out of here.”

When you wake up next time, you have enough strength to be able to open your eyes. You don’t know what time it is, but the sun is shining behind almost closed blinds. There is someone on a chair next to you, but you are disappointed to realize that it’s only your brother. Not Ona.

“Hola” he whispers when he realizes that your awake.

You only answer with a grunt, unable to talk for now. You feel sleepy again, but you want to talk with him a little bit.

“We are at the hospital. Do you remember what happened?”

You close your eyes briefly to make him understand that you remember. Your throat feels too scratchy to talk for now. You’ll learn later that they have to intubate you to keep you alive.

“You’re lucky you’re alive, I’ll kill you a second time if you weren’t. They want to get you back in Barcelona tonight, are you okay with that?”

You don’t answer right away. Why can’t they keep you here?

“The team think it would be easier to be somewhere where they speak Spanish. And we will be closer to Mama and Papi.”

Your brother seems to understand your questions. It’s a great thing that you are both so close. You close your eyes again now and he nods before taking your hand in his. You don’t really care where you are taking care off after all.

“You can sleep now. You need to rest to get better, ok?”

You squeeze his finger softly before closing your eyes for good now, falling asleep again. You are still asleep during the transfer to Barcelona and when you wake up again you are in the Spanish’s city hospital.

Once again, it’s your brother who is here when you open your eyes. He changed his clothes but he’s still here, reading a newspaper with his feet on your bed.

“Don’t you have a house?” you groan.

He rolls his eyes after having looked at you for two seconds. Maybe to realize that he wasn’t dreaming. He threw carefully the journal next to you without putting his feet down, but everything is still blur.

“I can’t read it” you whisper.

“The Spanish’ motorcycle prodigy almost died in an awful crash yesterday. Her condition remains alarming” your brother read for you.

He’s angry. You don’t answer anything, what should you say anyway? You know that it’s your fault, if you were a little more careful nothing of that would have happened. You know too that you aren’t on the point to die, your brother wouldn’t have scolded you if that was the case.

“What are my injuries?” you ask without looking at him.

He sighs loudly before answering.

“You have broken ribs, a broken tibia, your cheekbone too, your elbow is in pieces, your shoulder has been dislocated again and you have a massive concussion. They thought that you have something broken in your spine, but it’s just a massive bruise. Oh, and you have other bruises almost on every part of your body, when it’s not burn because of the asphalt. They had to put stitches somewhere on your head and your brow bone too.”

you stay silence for several seconds, completely stunned. These are massive injuries, you know it. It will probably need a lot of time to heal all of them and that mean that you will miss the end of the championship. You were on the top 3, and it’s an awful disillusionment for you. You were already picturing yourself on the podium at the end of the season.

“How many time am I supposed to stay in bed? Before starting my rehab?”

He frowns softly, not expecting this question.

“They don’t know for now if you elbow will be well enough to start racing again”

“Of course it will be” you snort.

“No” your brother answer. “It’s serious, Y/N. You maybe won’t be able to drive a motorcycle again. On a circuit at least.”

“You don’t understand. I don’t have the choice. This is all I have left now.”

Your breakup was awful for you, but it was for your family too. You weren’t always careful with you, but Ona pushed you to be reasonable and stayed in the track. Now you don’t have anyone to hold you back. Ona was the only one you were listening. You don’t listen to anyone now. Only your Abuela when she when she emotional blackmails you. But your loved ones try not to use that card too much to not burn it.

“You have to stop that. You still have people who care for you. The Oldies do, I do, your friends do. I know that the breakup sucks, but you can’t play with your life like you do.”

“Piss off” is all you mumble back.

Because you know he’s right, but what are you supposed to do now that he’s here with you and you would give ten years of your life to swap him with Ona? He doesn’t answer anything, knowing that you’re out of arguments and that you know he’s right.

“Did she… Did she call you?”

“She didn’t have to” he answers after a moment of hesitation. “I called Patri as soon as we were in your hospital room in Italy.”

This hurt a little more, to be honest. You are not aware that Ona was with Patri every time she received a call or a message from your brother. You sight softly before closing your eyes. Your head starts to hurt like hell, which is probably normal for a concussion.

You wake up several hours later and you already know that it’s the night. There isn’t any noise coming from outside your room and no light from outside. But there is someone sitting on the chair next to you.

“Ona?”

It’s seems almost impossible, but it’s definitively Ona. You are able to recognize her silhouette in the dark after all these years passed with her. Even if you haven’t seen her in the last three months.

“It’s worse than anything” she mumbles, looking somewhere near your broken leg.

“What?”

“Not knowing how you are. I thought that break up with you will help me to stop worrying about your races, but it’s worse every time. I almost called you or messaged you before every race just to hear your voice, but I just couldn’t. And then I learned about your accident, and I have to live with the thought that you were dead for several hours.”

She raises her eyes on you, and you have trouble to support her gaze, even if you are in the dark.

“I’m sorry” you finally say.

“Really?”

She seems unconvinced and she has every right to be. She knows you, better than anyone.

“Well, I’m sorry that you were worried because of me. But as you see, I’m alive.”

She rolls her eyes and let her back go against the chair she is sitting on. You still feel strange, without knowing if it’s because of the drugs or because you are dreaming. You don’t have really anything to lose, so you ask.

“Is it real life?”

Ona looked at you with an obvious surprise on her beautiful face. God you missed her so damn much.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it real or am I dreaming?”

“Are you making the move where you ask me if I am an angel?”

You stupidly laugh before regretting it, your ribs protesting hardly. Ona seems alarmed when you groan in pain, putting your non-injured hand on it.

“I’m ok” you whisper, taking several small breaths, the big one would have been too hurtful.

“You are not” Ona mumbles.

She’s right.

“It’s less painful than the thought that I lost you.”

She sighs once again and looks at her fingers before shaking her head softly. You wanted to grab her hand, but she’s on your bad side and your arm is in that awful cast.

“Tell me what I have to do to have a second chance, Oni. I’ll do every single thing you’ll ask me. I swear. Please” you beg when she stays silence for several seconds.

“What if I ask you to stop your stupid moto?”

There is a challenge in her voice, and you know why. One time, she told you that she’s not even sure that if she asks you to choose between her and your sport, you’ll chose her. At that time, you didn’t know that she was serious, you thought that it was something she wasn’t thinking and said due to the fight. How wrong you were.

“I’ll do it” you answer without any doubt.

She seems surprised, looking at you with two big eyes. You have always loved Ona’s eyes, some people said that brown eyes are the most common and expressionless. They never have crossed Ona’s gaze.

“I saw what a life without you is Ona and I don’t want that life. I want you and if I have to stop my sport, I’ll do it if you still want me.”

She sighs and rubs her eyes. She seems tired to be honest, but maybe because it’s the middle of the night and that she’s supposed to be asleep right now.

“I didn’t break up with you because I don’t love you anymore. I still do and I think I will for all my life. I need you to be a part of my life too.”

Her words are melody in your ears, but you feel like there still is something else. Like if something was restraining her.

“But…?” you mumble, looking for her eyes.

“But I can’t continue like this. I thought you were dead.”

She’s crying now and your heart hurt like if someone just punch it. You move in the bed, trying desperately to touch her or anything to try to comfort her. Your ribs and your legs burn awfully, and you ignore your elbow hurting in protest.

“Ona I’m so sorry, I swear” you say, managing to take her hand in yours.

The position is awful, and you wonder briefly if you can throw up even if you haven’t eaten anything since almost two days.

“I didn’t think it will hurt you that way. Please don’t cry” you continue.

She shakes her head softly, kind of laughing between her tears.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you left me. And you blocked me everywhere.”

That point hurts, too. You weren’t even able to look at her social media to have news of her, you were reduced to follow fan’s account of her.

“I just couldn’t live with you popping randomly on my timelines. It hurts too much every time.”

You nod and that the gesture who make your position too hurtful. You roll on your back, trying to hold your whine of pain. But Ona sees it anyway and frown almost instantly.

“Do you want me to call them to have more painkillers?”

“Are they ok with you being here? I don’t want them to make you leave” you admit with a law voice.

There is a beam of silence.

“I won’t leave your side” she says in a comforting voice.

You want to believe that she means it for like all your life. But having her tonight is what you have best for now. So, you nod, closing shortly your eyes when she rings the nurses. The door is open only a minute after and you open your eyes again when you hear Ona’s voice.

“I think she’s ready for more painkillers” the brunette says.

“I will give some to you” the nurse says to you before adding something in your intravenous. “What hurts?”

“Everything” you admit softly.

She nods and gives you a smile in sympathy. You look at her doing her things, missing Ona’s small winces at your admission. The nurse starts to talk again when she’s at the door, ready to leave.

“You will feel better like this. After that it will be great if you try to eat something. You will be sleepy for now though.”

Your eyes fly to Ona who is already looking at you. She said that she will stay by your side, but does she meant while you sleep too? She probably has training or somewhere to go. A match to play? You don’t know which day is it anymore, the painkillers are starting to kick already, making you confuse.

“Ona” you manage to say.

“Sleep, Hermosa. I’ll be here when you wake up, ok?”

Two weeks after, you are finally leaving the hospital. You still have to leave in a wheelchair, much to your disappointment. But with almost half of your body injured, there is no way that you are able to walk with crutches.

The only positive thing is that the person who is pushing the wheelchair is Ona and that she managed to make it funny, sliding on it in the hospital’s floor. Your brother is following with your suitcases, smiling softly while watching both of you.

After learning that you will be alright, you parents went home in Mallorca two days before you were authorized to go home. They proposed to you to come back to Mallorca with them and you have to admit that you miss your island, but there is no way that you are somewhere Ona isn’t.

When you felt better, you had a very intense and long discussion about your relationship, both of your feelings, what you both expect from that said relationship and where you want it to go.

Ona is the one who will look after you on daily basis, but sometimes your brother will need to take you to your appointment when Ona is away or training. The end of the season is soon here, but there still is the Olympics this Summer so she has to prepare herself intensively.

Your girlfriend’s here, one month after, when you are in the doctor’s office for the worst moment of your professional life. Sitting next to you, she’s holding your hand when the doctor looks at you with an awful sorry face.

“I don’t know where to start” he begins, playing with the sheets on his desk.

“Just go straight into it, Doc” you sigh softly.

You know already that you will hate what is going to be say. Ona’s fingers stroking your hand help, but your heart is still beating faster than ever.

“You are making good progress, I saw that they removed your cast on your feet, but we are really concerned about your elbow. We don’t think it will be fit enough for you to be able to start motorcycle in a professional way anymore.”

You were waiting for it, but it’s still hurt to hear that. Motorcycle is the only thing you knew since you were a teenager, you never thought about doing anything else in your life. You swallow softly before passing a hand on your face. You did everything you can to be able to start again, followed every advice your team gave you. But it’s not enough.

“I don’t know what to say” you finally mumble, looking at an imaginary point somewhere on the desk. “It’s all I know; I don't know how to do anything else.”

“I can pick you an appointment with our psychotherapist if you want to. It can help.”

“Can we leave? I’ll tell you if I want one”

For now, you just want to get out of this office and be able to breath some fresh air. Ona helps you to get up even if you don’t need help anymore. You suppose it’s a way to comfort you. You are glad for her. She doesn’t say anything while you are getting out of the building, but she doesn’t let your hand go when you lean against the railing once outside.

“What am I going to do, Ona?” you whisper softly.

She let go of your hand now, but it’s only to pass her arm around your waist and hold you close.

“Whatever you want mi Amor. It’s ok not to know now, but you still have a bunch of possibilities. We will figure it out together, yeah?”

She kisses your cheek, and you close your eyes, letting yourself being cuddle a little more. It’s not the same feeling that the one when you lost Ona. You know there is different exit doors, you just have to find the good one. Ona will be your light in the dark.

Several weeks later, you are in France. Not for a race, but for playing the WAG for your girlfriend who is playing the final today. She introduces you to others girlfriends/wife of her teammates and you get along great with everyone. You watched every single game in the stadium, and you were able to see Ona several times in between. You missed her and she was worried sick to let you alone at home, but you are pretty fine.

You are famous in the world of sport so it’s not a surprise that you are not able to skip some interviews while going to the stand to attend the finale.

“Y/N” said one journalist when he puts her microphone under your mouth, with an awful French accent. “You announced your retirement sooner this month because of your massive injuries. How are you feeling?”

“I’m still sad about it, of course. It wasn’t my choice and I think it makes it harder but I didn’t have the choice. I’m sad not to be able to finish the championship this year, I was really well ranked, but you know…”

You shrug, thinking that’s between his accent and yours, people on social media will have a great fun.

“Do you think you will come back in the motorcycle world one day?”

“Not as a racer obviously, but why not. I still need to figure what to do with my life, but first I have to heal correctly.”

“Thanks for your answers” he smiles. “Do you have a favorite for today?”

“Spain, obviously” you smile back.

“Have you a favorite player?”

You almost roll your eyes at that. Your relationship with Ona is a common knowledge for everyone, you are not hiding yourself. You both weren’t as famous before and you were posting without really thinking about it.

“Oh, I don’t know… Number two is pretty great” you smirk, looking at the jersey you are wearing.

You hear someone giggle in the background, and you are pretty sure to recognize Irene’s wife waiting for you with Mateo. You soon say goodbye to the journalist to find your place in the stand. You are sitting next to Ona’s family obviously and your family made the travel too. They are sitting next to other Majorcans people, Cata’s family and Mariona’s brother and mother aren’t far away neither.

When Ona smiles at you during the national anthem after looking around to find you, you smile back and say “T’estimo” to her. You know that she can’t hear you, but she easily can read it on your lips.

You don’t know what the results of this game will be, like you don’t know what you will do in several months. But you know you will be fine, because you will be with her.

Ona is your forever and you don’t want another.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #woso one shot

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mooniel · 16 days ago

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Cherik hidden gems - part 2

It took me a while but here are some more nice fics with under 10k hits!

(part 1)

Closer (to God) by dsrobertson; 64k:

Political journalist and editor, Erik Lehnsherr, has just lost £150,000 in a libel case against businessman, Kurt Marko. Down on his luck and in need of money, Erik is approached by the Metropolitan Police’s Detective Inspector Charles Xavier. Well-known for his investigative journalism, Erik is asked to help in the search for a serial killer in return for £200,000 if the killer is caught.

Wrapped up in murder, religion, and sex, Erik gets more than he bargained for.

lucky, lucky you (i am fortune’s fool) by roachvibes; 17k:

Charles buys a houseplant to prove to his therapist that he can take care of something. Single father Erik sells them at the local farmer’s market every Saturday.

to put a world between us by populuxe; 25k:

Erik Lehnsherr is one of the hottest actors in Hollywood: fresh off an Academy Award nomination, he’s about to star in HBO’s most anticipated show of the year. And even though online chatter about his recent string of queer roles keeps getting louder, his personal life remains personal—just as it always has, and just as his manager and publicist continue to advise.

But when he winds up at the same wedding as his college best friend, Charles Xavier—and when they quickly fall into bed together—he’s forced to revisit the past he’s been trying to get away from for years. The pull between them has always been magnetic, but so has the weight of secrecy. Can they keep from repeating the same mistakes, or will the price of the truth be too high?

Stars Will Tumble From The Blue by Baamon5evr; 11k:

“Just one night, no fear, no shame, no blame or rage. Just serenity. Just us. Just one night to acknowledge that there is more here and then we go our separate ways and you go back to being angry and hating me.”

5 Times The Students Figured Something Out about their Professor (and one time they learned the full story) by ladanse; 14k:

Six months after Apocalypse, things are looking up. Magneto seems to be appearing more and more at the manor, and as the mutants adjust to their life at Westchester, they dig up long-concealed secrets that, honestly, Professor Charles Xavier would rather stay buried.

connecting the dots by joshriku; 7k:

As students of both Professor Xavier and Professor Lehnsherr, the students notice they only know one thing for certain about Professor Lehnsherr: he's married. Nothing beyond that.

They take it upon themselves to find out more about him after that slip of information. Perhaps Professor Xavier knows more about his mysterious spouse?

we might just be hollywood material, baby by ikeracity, midrashic; 15k:

Ten years ago, Charles and Erik co-starred on the explosively popular animated show Greenkeep, where they first earned their big breaks — and where they fell in love. Now, at a cast reunion a decade later, they've made careful, PR-vetted plans to reveal their relationship to the fans with minimal fuss.

Of course — easier said than done.

The Wurst Case Scenario by sareyen; 12k:

If anyone asked why Charles, come rain, wind or shine, made the significant trek during his dismal lunch hour to dine at "Edie's Kosher Delicatessen", he would stubbornly say that it was because their pastrami on rye and potato knishes were absolutely to die for. He wasn't completely lying, because the deli's namesake, Edie Lehnsherr, made the best matzah ball soup Charles has ever had in his life. Still, Charles would rather shave his full head of hair off than admit that the real reason he would willingly walk through hail and fire to get to the corner deli was because of Erik, the insanely attractive man working the counter.

Sure, Erik has barely spoken two words to Charles other than "Hello, what can I get you?" or, after the third day in a row that Charles came to the deli, "Welcome back, what can I get you?", but Charles was more than happy to just ogle at the man from afar while devouring the juicy wurst Erik had put together with his (large and very capable) hands.

But, little does Charles know, Erik doesn't usually work the front counter. He only does it when he knows the cute blue-eyed man will be dining in.

just remember you are standing on a planet that’s evolving by populuxe; 17k:

On some level, he knew he was doomed the moment Charles Xavier rolled into the first debate team meeting of the semester and gave them all a sunny grin.

Erik is so busy he barely has time for partying, let alone dating. But as he gets to know the newest member of the debate team—and as the political climate for mutants shifts significantly around them—everything starts to change.

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmen #ao3 #cherik fanfic #cherik fic #cherik fic rec #xmen fic #xmen fic rec #cherik rec #ill post a part 3 later byeeeeee

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futurepastme · 28 days ago

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I'm all for the "hates killing animals" Merlin (and that can still be true), but a conversation at work today made me realize that Merlin is a peasant and I don't remember cannon enough but if he's not also a farmer (even if a small one) he's definitely had to kill and prepare animals to eat before, either just for himself and his mom or to help people around in Ealdor.

Now, consider Arthur and the rest of the knights of Camelot. Before Arthur started to knight common men, they were all nobles. They were taught how to hunt, of course, but they never really needed to prepare the game they'd caught before, they all had servants and cooks to do that. They had learned how to hunt for sport and that was it.

All that to present the concept that: Before Merlin came to Camelot, Arthur and the knights (reminder: not our knights, the noble ones that Uther approved of and were already there before cannon started) had to survive quests mostly with the rations they took with them, only turning to hunting as a last resort because they all suck at preparing their catch.

They'll either skin them wrong, losing a lot of meat in the process or will simply be bad at cooking it, most times burning it a little. And the flavour, of course, sucks.

Arthur, I think, would be the only one to be half decent at that because I like to believe Uther would like to have him ready for any outcome, but he was the prince and nobody would dare to ask him to cook for them and we're talking about a before-Merlin Arthur, so I don't believe he would volunteer because at this point he's a prat.

Then comes Merlin, the idiot that was recently awarded the position as Arthur's servant. And the knights all know that Merlin is useless because Arthur's been complaining about him since day one.

Now the bumbling fool is following them to some mission somewhere and they have no hopes that he'll be of any use at all. That won't stop them to order Merlin around like the inferior peasant that he is, though.

But then.

Then they get delayed and have to hunt for food.

And of course Merlin is in charge of cooking it, because now that they have a servant there, there's no way any of those nobles will get their hands dirty with such an inferior task such as cooking.

They catch an animal (any animal, honestly. I don't care, from a mouse to a bear, it's up to you) and promptly shove it towards Merlin with no hopes of a good meal, but with the assurance that at least this time it would be bad because of a servant and they all would be allowed to complain about it with no reservations.

Then Merlin sits there by the fire, with a barely sharp enough knife and whatever animal they had caught, and seamlessly and smoothly skins the thing.

It takes him no time at all and there are no chunks of meat missing. Clumsy, idiot and useless Merlin had perfectly skinned the creature in a matter of seconds, like it was the easiest thing in the world, and had not damaged neither the meat nor the pelt.

They all kind of stop what they are doing to watch Merlin as he starts to cook the perfectly skinned meat. They stare as the boy seems to put green plants on it and some type of powders he had in his satchel, befuddled and confused.

And when they finally get to eat it, by the gods, if it isn't the best thing they have ever eaten outside of Camelot.

Slowly, the rumors of Merlin's skills start to spread amongst the knights and soon enough all of them are dying to try it.

In a matter of weeks all knights of Camelot agree that if you happened to end up in some type of quest with the prince, you're the luckiest bastard to ever live, not because of the honour to fight along the prince, but for the chance to eat a meal prepared by Merlin.

By the sixth month of Merlin tagging along with Arthur, the rations they bring to quests and such become the last resort food or maybe just side dishes, because if Merlin is at the party then hunting is mandatory, for every knight of Camelot loves Merlin's food. (Arthur is chef Merlin's number one fan, btw)

#bbc merlin #Merlin #character concept #chef Merlin #he might not like hunting for sport but he wouldn't even blink before killing one for food

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bteezxyewriter12 · 5 months ago

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Massage

Pairing- Jin x Named Reader

Word count- 4.1k

Includes- Cock massage, sex, missionary, sex from behind, cock riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jin POV

“You ok Jinnie?”, Joanne asks me, pausing the movie we’re watching

I’m stretching because my back and shoulders are killing me

Too much practicing

“Yeah Jo. I’m ok. My back just hurts”

“That sucks", she comments then moves behind me on my bed

"What are you doing?”, I ask a bit alarmed

“Fucking relax Jin. I’m just gonna give you a massage.”, she says and I know by her tone she’s rolling her eyes

“You don’t have to”, I answer although I really want her too

She's my best friend since I was little

We grew up together and have been inseparable since then

She’s a veterinarian for the zoo here in Seoul

How she goes near those wild animals that can eat her, I’ll never know but she loves her job

Sometimes we don’t have time to see each other because of our schedules We try to hang out once a week if I’m here and not on tour

“Oh shut up Jin”, she answers

I feel her hands start moving on my shoulders and it feels good

She rubs her thumbs in my shoulder blades and it hurts but in a good way

“Damn Jinnie, you weren’t kidding. You’re so stiff”, she says, using both hands on one of my shoulders

“Yeah. We’re practicing so much. All the award shows are coming up and we’re performing at almost every one.”, I answer

“You’re being worked to death, you know that right?”, she says as she switches to my other shoulder

“It’s ok. I can handle it. BigHit is better than some of the other companies. We’re given a lot more freedom”

“Sure Jinnie. Whatever you say”, she answers

She doesn’t like that I’m an idol

Don’t get me wrong, she’s super proud of me and all I’ve accomplished with BTS

But she hates that I have to work all the time, that I have to practice and perform show after show

She hates that I really don’t have time to do what I want to do

It’s always work

She also hates how the media misrepresents us sometimes, how I can’t go down the street without being recognized, how our privacy is always invaded and how some fans can get She hates the sasaengs with a passion

I swear she’d kick one’s ass if she ever met one

I love that she cares about me and my well being

She’s always there for me whenever I need her even though I’m not always there for her

She really is the best friend I could ever ask for

“Take you’re shirt off and lay face down”, she orders

“What?”

Is she serious?

“Oh c'mon Jin, get your mind outta the gutter. I need to get to your back and I can’t if you’re sitting up. And your shirt’s in the way. Just do it”, she explains

I sigh

I know she’s not going to do anything

We don’t see each other that way

It’s just different

But I trust her

She moves from behind me and waits

Oh what the hell

Taking my shirt off, I turn and lay down on my stomach

She gets up and sits on my ass

“Joanne!”, I yell

What? I need to get close to you and I have no where to sit.”

“Yeah but for you have to sit right on my ass?”

“Where do you want me to sit? I can sit on you’re lower back while I massage your shoulders but I still need to sit somewhere to get your lower back”, she asks

I think but honestly there’s no where else

“Fine, do that then”, I agree

She moves and sits on my back, her legs on either side of me. Her hands go back to my shoulders and she starts rubbing, sliding her fingers on my neck and massaging there too

Her hands move all over my back, making my muscles putty under her hands

She massages me hard at first to get the knots out, then she lightens up, the massage becoming gentle

She’s so fucking good at this

She’s never massaged me before so I never knew she was good at it Honestly she’s better than most professionals

She moves again and sits back on my behind

Her hands slide down and she massages my lower back

“Fuck Jo. It feels so good”

“Good Jinnie. You’re body is so fucking tense. When was the last time you had a massage?”, she asks

“Uh…like a year ago, I think”

“That’s to long Jinnie. You gotta get it more often or you’ll fuck up your body. With how much you have to dance, you need it a lot.”

I know she’s right but there’s no time

When she finishes my back she gets off and says, “Turn around”

I turn and lay on my back. She climbs and sits on my stomach

Leaning over she starts rubbing my shoulders and then moves to my chest

Jesus I didn’t know that can feel so good.

I watch her while she massages me and her face is in such concentration at what she’s doing

Why haven’t I noticed how beautiful she is?

‘Stop it’, I think

She’s your best friend, nothing else

She takes my arm and massages down my arm, starting from my bicep to my wrist and then my hand and fingers

She’s really going all out

She switches to the other arm and does the same thing

When she finishes, she moves and sits on my thighs, completely avoiding my lap

She leans over, rubbing and squeezing my sides and stomach

God my body hasn’t felt this good and relaxed in a long time

When she’s finished she asks “Do your legs hurt too? If you change into sweats or pjs, I can massage you through the pants”

I want her too but I’m too lazy and comfortable to get up. What do I do?

Swallowing hard, I make a decision

“You can uh take them off”, I stutter

Her eyebrow shoots up

“Take you’re pants off?”, she repeats

“Uh yeah”, I blush

She shrugs, “Fine but your boxers are staying on”

I nod

She stands and takes off my belt

She unbuttons and unzips my jeans

I lift myself up so she can pull the jeans down

She gets them off and then moves my legs, opening them

She sits in the spaces between them and starts squeezing my thighs

“You and you’re thunder thighs”, she mutters

“Hey!”, I protest

“Sorry. They’re just big”, she smirks

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Yeah”

“Nice Jo”

“You’re welcome”

While she touches my thighs, I realize with horror that I’m getting hard

This entire thing, her massaging me is turning me on

Shit

What do I do?

She’s not paying attention but she’ll see it eventually

'Don’t freak out’, I tell myself

If I freak out she’ll definitely freak out Just don’t draw her attention to it

She moves down my legs, still massaging and making me more hard

I’m so scared of what she’s gonna say

When she’s done, she looks up and her eyes widen

Shit

“Oh”, is all she says

I look down

I can’t meet her eyes

“I’m sorry, it’s just all the touching-”

“I can fix it if you want”

My head snaps up to her

What?

Is she serious?

“Whh….what?”

“Not sex Jin. But I can make you cum if you want”

How is she talking about this like it’s nothing?

She’s gonna make me cum?

How?

“You don’t have to Jinnie. I’m just offering. You don’t have to take it”

“Yes”, I blurt

I don’t know why but I want her to

I want to know how she’s going to do it

How it’s going to feel

“Oh uh ok.”

She gets off the bed and stands

She pulls my boxers down to my ankles

“Do you trust me Jinnie?”, she asks

“Yeah Jo. Of course”

She nods

Then she pulls her pants and panties off

What?

I thought she said no sex

She climbs back on me

She touches my cock and pumps it a few times then lays it flat on my stomach

I’m so fucking horny and I want to know what she’s going to do

She moves up and I suck in a breath when I see her pussy

I want to touch her

Reaching out, I touch her and shit she’s wet

She breathes harder and I move my fingers on her clit

She lets out a little whimper and fuck I love it

I slide my fingers inside her, her pussy clenchjng hard around them

Jesus, she’s so wet

She gently takes my fingers out of her, then moves down and puts her wet pussy right on my cock

Fuck, it feels good

Slowly she starts moving, sliding along my shaft

I moan from the pleasure that hits my body

How is this feeling so good?

She’s just rubbing herself on my cock and it feels this good

“Jo-”

“Shhh Jinnie. Just feel ok? Just let me massage you and make you feel good ok?”, she whispers

I moan and nod

She changes the way she moves

First she presses hard on me and moves up and down slowly on my entire length

I can’t tear my eyes away from her pussy on me

Then she starts moving faster still pressing hard

“Oh my god”, I moan

Her pussy leaves my cock so slick with her juice and honestly I just want more on me

Then she presses lightly and moves slow again for awhile until she starts to move fast

But the best and what drives me crazy is when she slides up and rubs right on the sensitive underside of my head

She changes her speed a lot as I watch her

First fast, then slow, then fast again and somewhere in between

The pleasure is so fucking intense, running up and down my spine

“You gonna cum Jinnie?”, she asks, starting to move faster

Watching her pussy glide over my head and leaving me soaking wet, pushes me over the edge

“Fuck fuck fuck”, I yell, coming on my stomach

Oh god it feels so fucking good

She keeps rubbing on me until I finish then gets off and sits next to me

She touches my cock, wiping the cum from my tip

I watch as she puts her fingers in her mouth

Oh my god

Did she just?

She leans over me and licks my cum from my stomach

Holy shit, she did

My mouth drops open as I watch her lick all the cum from my body and swallow

It’s so fucking hot

When she’s done, she just says, “You taste good Jinnie”

Holy fuck

She’s going to kill me

She’s going to get me hard again

She glances at my clock and says, “I gotta go Jin

I have to get up early

A tiger is supposed give birth tomorrow and I have to be there”

Wait what?

That’s it?

She just made me feel incredible and she’s just going to leave?

Did she even cum?

She climbs over me and starts pulling her panties on

“Wait Jo…..did you c-”

“No Jinnie. It’s ok. Don’t worry about me. Everything was just for you”

“But Jo”

“It’s ok Jin. I really have to go. Call me when you wanna hang out again ok?”, she smiles at me

Uh....

“Ok”, I answer at a loss for words

She waves and leaves

What the fuck just happened?

My best friend massaged my cock…with her pussy?

And she made me cum

And she didn’t want anything back

And why do I want her to do it again?

'Because it felt so goddamn good’, I tell myself

I can’t wrap my head around this

🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹

Four Months Later

Jin POV

“Hey Jo. Can you uh massage me later?”, I ask her

“Sure Jinnie”, she answers then goes back to the couch, next to Tae, puts her head on his shoulder and watches the movie

And I instantly get jealous

Ever since that day, she used herself to massage me to cum, I’ve asked her to do it a lot

And she always says yes

She comes to the dorm or I go to her apartment

We both undress from the bottom down, then she climbs on me and rubs me with her pussy until I cum

Then she licks my cum off me

After that we hang out like normal

Like we didn’t just do something sexual

We watch movies, get food, play games and talk

I’m with her as much as I can be

The only thing that bothers me is that she doesn’t cum

I mean she’s so soaked everytime but she doesn’t cum or let me make her cum

When I brought it up to her, she just shrugged and said that she’s happy to just do it for me and that she doesn’t need to cum

I accepted that at first but now it’s different

Because I’m not with her all the time just to cum

I actually haven’t asked her to do it for awhile except for today

She does it on her own

She takes me to whatever bed we’re near and she does it

And I fucking love it, love being with her so I give in

Because I’m in love with her

I’m in love with my best friend

I’m with her all the time because I want to spend time with her

Once I realized I fell in love, I stopped asking her to massage me

I just want to be with her, doing whatever

Just sitting next to her and looking at her is enough

And honestly that’s what I’ve been doing- all the time

When we watch movies, tv or play video games all I do is stare at her

She doesn’t notice and I always avert my eyes quickly when she looks over at me

She hasn’t shown any sign of feeling anything more for me than friendship

She never holds my hand, never lays with me after she makes me feel good, never puts her head on my shoulder when we’re watching tv like she’s doing with Tae now, never kissed me

She’ll do something sexual with me but she hasn’t kissed me once

I can’t take it anymore

I want her

I want to be with her in every way

I asked her to be with me to get her alone, because I’m going to tell her I love her

I’m terrified but I need to tell her

--------------------------------

She follows me to my room

I sit on the bed and she sits next to me

“Jo-”, I start

“Shh Jinnie. I’m going to make you feel so good”

“But Jo.”

“Yeah?”, she asks as she reaches over me and palms me through my pants

Fuck

Any touch she gives me makes me so hard

And shuts my brain off

I want her so fucking much

And I give in

I pull her up and pull her pants and panties down

She takes my pants and boxers off

She pushes me on my back and immediately climbs on me

She lays my cock on my stomach again and puts herself on me

She starts sliding up and down and I moan so loudly

“You like it Jinnie?”

“Yes. Always”, I answer

“I like making you feel good”, she answers, moving to my head and sliding her wet pussy on it

She likes to tease me because she knows that’s my favorite spot

So she’ll do it there for awhile then move off

I can’t fucking take it

I want her

“Jo…ccc….can I go inside?”, I stutter

“What?”, she asks but doesn’t stop moving

“I wwww…..want you. I want to be inside you”

“You want sex?”, she asks, stopping

“No Jo. Not just sex. I want to be with you. I want to make you feel good, I want to make you cum, I want to kiss you, hold you. That’s what I want”, I admit sitting up with her still on me

“Jinnie…”

My heart constricts in my chest and I look down

She doesn’t want me

That kills me

But I’m not going to force her

I would never hurt her

“Yes Jinnie”, she says, lifting my face to hers

“Yes?”, I repeat

“Jinnie, I want you. I…”, she trails off

She what?

I want to know

What is she going to say?

That it’s just this once?

That she’s going to want it all the time?

I don’t care, I’ll give it to her

“What Jo?”

“Jinnie, I….I…..”,

She looks down, takes a deep breath and looks back at me

“Jinnie I love you”, she says softly

She…she loves me?

I let it sink in

She loves me!

“I’m in love with you Jinnie. Since we started this and we’ve been together all the time, I’ve fallen in love with you. I love spending time with you and I do love making you feel good. I wasn’t going to tell you but I…shit…I don’t know why I told you. Shit…I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry Jo.”, I interrupt, “Please don’t be sorry”

I can’t let her apologize for loving me when I love her so much

She looks away but I gently turn her face back to me

“I love you too”, I tell her

“Www…what?”

“Jo, the reason I asked you to my room wasn’t to do this. It was to tell you I love, that I’m in love with you and to ask you to be mine. But then you touched me and anytime you touch me anywhere you get me hard and I just went with it”

She’s staring at me wide eyed and I can’t get over how beautiful she is

“I love you so much Jo. Can you please be mine?”, I ask

She nods immediately, “Yes Jinnie, yes”

She moves closer and kisses me

Oh god, her kiss is everything

It fucking blows my mind

I wrap my arms around her, my hand sliding in her hair and her arms going around my neck

She pulls away and says, “I love you Jin”

The biggest smile burst on my face, “I love you Joanne”

I pull her back to me in a heated kiss

She pulls my shirt up and I let go of her lips so she can take it off

I grab her shirt and have it off in a second

She kisses me passionately again, her tongue going in my mouth and making me moan

I reach around her and unclasp her bra, taking it off

She pushes me back and starts moving her hips, sliding herself on me again

“Oh fuck!”, I yell

When she slides up to my head, I move a little and slide inside her

“Oh shit”, she yells as I get all the way in

“Oh my god Joanne! Fuck me, you feel so good”

She feels so tight and so fucking wet. She fits around me perfectly

She leans down and kisses me again, then sits back up and starts bouncing on me

Sheer pleasure runs through my veins

“Oh Jinnie! Oh god!”, she moans, moving rapidly on me

She’s so fucking sexy and watching her ride me is such a turn on

She leans back, putting her arms behind her on my thighs and moves so much harder and faster

I thrust up, watching my cock go in and out of her and hitting so deep

I slam a spot in her and she yells, “There Jinnie. Oh fuck baby, don’t stop”

“I won’t princess, I won’t not until you cum”

I love listening to her moaning

I feel her throbbing on me and I know she’s close

I slam her in her spot again and again making her scream

And my door opens just as she cums

“Jin what’s-”

“Jin! Oh god Jin! Yes Seokjin!”, she screams, coming hard, body shaking hard and feeling so goddamn incredible

I had no idea it could feel so fucking pleasurable to be cummed on

“Baby, Jinnie, more Jin, please baby”, she begs

“Anything you want Jo.”, I answer

I pull out pick her up and throw her to the foot of my bed on her back

Opening her legs again I bury myself in her

“Yes!”, she cries

I lean over and kiss her lips, then move down, kissing her neck and moving hard in her

“Oh god”, I hear a gasp

Shit.

I vaguely remember the door being opened

I look up at the door, still slamming in her and see all the guys staring at us in various stages stages of shock

“Get the fuck out!”, I growl

“Jin harder, Jin”, she moans, oblivious to the guys watching

She’s gripping my upper arm so tightly and moaning

I snap my hips harder, driving myself in her as hard as I can

“Yes yes yes!”, she cries

“I said get out!”, I yell at them

They all jump, close the door and I go back to her

I kiss her again, then move on my knees, one of her legs wrapped around me and I grab the other holding it out wide

“Jin, fuck Jin, you’re cock feels so good baby.”

“It’s all for you, my beautiful princess. You can have me anytime you want”

I feel her getting ready

“Cum Joanne. I want you to cum right now!”

“Fffff……Fuck!”, she cries, pussy clenching me as she releases all over me

“Jin! Fuck Seokjin!”

“Yes princess, fuck yes. Again baby. Give it to me again”, I order

I slam her and find her spot again

“Oh god!”, she screams in ecstacy

I turn her on her side and hold one leg up, pounding into her spot over and over

“Cum now!”, I demand and she listens, orgasming again, legs shaking

“Fuck Jo, you’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum. I want to watch you some more. Can you give me more princess?”, I plead

“Yes Jin. I’ll give you whatever you want”, she answers, shouting

“Good girl. My good girl”, I praise her, “My princess”

Moving again, she screams while another orgasm rips through her

“Good girl”, I repeat, fucking her hard through her orgasm

I pull out, get her on her hands and knees and plunge back in

“Yes oh fuck yes!”, she shouts, “Fuck Jin, I love you’re cock baby. I love you’re big, hard cock fucking me”

Yes, I love that she loves my cock and how good I fuck her

Gripping her hips, I move her on and off me hard

“Yes Jinnie, yes baby. Give it to me baby”, she moans

“Are you gonna cum princess? Or do I have to stop?”, I tease her, pounding away in her tight pussy

“No don’t stop Jin. I’ll cum. I promise, just don’t stop”

“Ok princess but I want it”

“Yes Jinnie”

I drive my cock against her spot again and again, her screaming incoherently

I need more

I fucking need it

“Again Joanne. Now”, I hit her spot again, “Again princess. I need it, one more time so I can cum”

Another slam

“Seokjin!”, she screams at the top of her lungs, her whole body shaking violently as she struggles to keep herself up

I watch her cum coat my cock, more going on me the longer her orgasm lasts

I slam in her once more and cum, screaming her name from the intense pleasure I’m feeling

I pull out of her just as she collapses on the bed

I need to fucking lay down

My body isn’t used to this kind of pleasure

But I need her in my arms

I pick her up and settle her on me as I lay back

I move her sweaty hair from her face and run my fingers in it

I feel her heart beating so rapidly against my skin

“Jin, fuck Jin. That was amazing. You were amazing”, she breathes

“You were too princess. It wasn’t just me”

She lifts her head tiredly and smiles at me shyly, “I like when you call me princess”

I smile, “You are Jo. You’re my princess”

She touches my face, stroking my cheek, “You my worldwide handsome prince”, she says softly

I like that, a lot

She moves a little closer and kisses my lips, so softly and lovingly

“I love you Jinnie”

“I love you Jo”, I answer, “Can you stay with me tonight princess? I don’t want to sleep without you”

“Yeah Jinnie. I want to stay with you. All the time”

“You can princess. You can stay with me all the time”

She kisses me again and lays back down on me

“I love you”, she sighs

“I love you”, I tell her

I play with her hair, closing my eyes and fall asleep with her in my arms

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Random headcanon, but I think Saphira would be enamored by drag culture. Honestly I think a lot of dragons would be but Saphira in particular is a) fascinated by ✨Shinies✨ and b) notably preoccupied with her own appearance. She would be FASCINATED by people who take fashion and gender to extraordinary exaggerated heights.

Honestly Alagaësian drag culture would probably have a ton of influence from dragons—you know, the bright, colorful, gem-like manifestations of magic incarnate. There’s definitely a trend to wear slit-pupil contacts and paint scale patterns with tiny glued-on crystals into their eyeshadow, and wear those claw finger cap things. There’s probably awards for “most creative integration of wings and/or tail into hair or outfit” given at any drag show that has more than one dragon-inspired look, with solutions ranging from long ponytail or lifted cape (basic) to fully articulated extra limbs (no magic, because that would be cheating) to wild abstract interpretations (someone once walked onstage with just pieces of paper tied to their back with “wings” and “tail” written on them in like five different languages. yes this one won the award.).

And that’s not even touching on elf drag, elf drag is a whole other beast, elf drag has elves like Blödgharm who normally look absolutely wild walking the runway in normal human cosplay, but with exaggerated features like extremely round human ears or extremely square human jawlines. In other circles you’ve got elf drag shows that ramp up in stages of “oh yeah this is a regular drag show” to “oh my god the trees that have been here the whole time and which i assumed were part of the forest have started walking the runway” to “that is a deer. that is straight up just a deer that wandered into the show. whatdoyoumeanit’sgettinganaward-”

Urgal drag involves exaggerating their horns with intricately carved extensions, often wood or bone, but sometimes the horn of another animal or even another Urgal—one famous Kull Urgal drag king used his late father’s horns to great effect. Their competitions also usually involve combat in some form. Basically it combines drag shows and wrestling into the ultimate “dress up in elaborate looks with elaborate personas and over-exaggerated rivalries and throw down about it” pastime. They also tend to focus on makeup rather than clothes—obviously what they do wear is still intricate and beautiful, often woven to tell a story or represent a clan or idea, but the REAL visual focus is the exaggeration of the physical form, turning a broad muscled chest into that of a bear or bird, or even a mountain, animated into a humanoid form. Basically imagine if the colossi from Shadow of the Colossus were drag personas, you’d be pretty close to what I’m envisioning here.

Dwarf drag is heavily rooted in clan identity, rather than gender, as well as religion. Dwarven drag houses will often come together within a clan and claim a patron god, with all the hostility and rivalries that would entail. As a counter-culture to this, there’s always a few subversive houses established to welcome anyone from any clan, or for those ostracized from their clans, which often face vicious backlash and are ascribed reputations of dishonorable traitors, though they are rarely outright declared criminals. This results in a subculture of “anonymous” drag, where these subversive houses protect themselves by maintaining secrecy of their members and numbers, and craft personas and looks that also act as disguises. Though to some this only reinforces their untrustworthy reputations, these secretive houses are staunch bastions of those treated unfairly by dwarven society, with a perspective greater than clan ties, and due to their anonymity have been influential in several key moments of dwarven history in uniting the clans for crucial decisions.

Werecat drag is done entirely in cat form. It’s definitely done in the style of the “Be Best” competition from Centaurworld, ie to be your best self, whatever that is. There’s never a winner because every werecat votes for themself. Yes even the judges. Yes even the audience. It’s basically a big party of self-appreciation taken to narcissistic heights. Every participant gets a prize, and that prize is not getting mauled by the judges for not voting for the judges. When dragons start doing drag, this is the model they follow.

Alagaësian drag. I just think it’d be neat. Happy pride everybody.

#inheritance cycle #christopher paolini #saphira bjartskular #saph speaks #saph’s headcanons #it’s a life goal of mine to do drag one day #im more interested in the drag king side of things #but also i would absolutely do a drag queen saphira cosplay at some point

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brunhielda · 5 months ago

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Because this is becoming THAT blog-

The one where I review old movies we all have already seen, but I personally, have not seen for years until recently.

I just watched “An American Tale.”

If you were a child of the 90s, you just thought- “There are No Cats in America 🎶? THAT American Tale?”

Yes.

If you had that thought, you likely already know. If you have not had the absolute joy- buckle up. I am going to rant about a classic.

First of all- This is Don Bluth.

His movies do not get worse with age.

They get BETTER.

And American Tale is example number ONE.

No, it is not fond memories or nostalgia glasses, you can breath, and then go treat yourself to a viewing.

Secondly- the man did not dumb down or sanitize his history.

He said “I’m going to tell the immigrant story” and then opened with a fucking ethnic cleansing.

I said what I said.

The movie is set in the early Russian Empire, a time full of anti-Semitic sentiment and enforced laws, also seen in “Fiddler on the Roof.” Fiddler on the roof might actually be tamer on the subject.

Every other historical note in this movie is on point and easy enough to look up in a history book, if you have the common sense to realize that names have been altered.

The Statue of Liberty was not built by a pigeon, for example. It was built by a Frenchman. (Frederic Auguste Bartholdi).

I don’t know of an “honest John,” but I did guffaw out loud when he started taking names of the dead at funerals to add to his vote count. Ghost votes were very real, one of the reasons people are still so twitchy about voter fraud today.

I do not recall a moment in 1886 when the minorities of New York managed to run off prominate members of authority… but with how on point everything else is? It would not shock me.

Thirdly- Bluth DID NOT FLINCH

I don’t remember who said it first, but both Bluth and Spielberg had a belief that you could put very sad and scary things in children’s films, as long as the ending was happy.

This movie has multiple nightmare moments. Cats, monster waves, more cats, bugs and fish, and of course, the horrifying “Mouse of Minsk” (iykyk).

The thing is, it’s not even how they are drawn. Like, yes, the image is scary, but it’s the storytelling around it. It’s the lighting change. The soundtrack. The horrific sound effects. Seriously- whoever did foley on this film deserves all the awards- you make me scared of the kitty kats, and I LOVE cats. 🐈

Some people will question whether or not it is appropriate for small children. I would say maybe wait until they are six, and watch it with them, but they should watch scary things if they can. Being scared in appropriately safe space teaches you how to react to fear and handle moments when you are scared in real life. It is my major argument for Halloween. But each parent has to do as they think is best for each individual child. In any case, watch this one first before showing it to your kids- definitely more scary than you remember.

Finally- the animation on this film is a national treasure. I honestly hope this film is in the Library of Congress collection.

There are animation techniques here that don’t exist anymore.

Sparks. Sparkles. Glimmers. Stars in the Night Sky. Smoke billows.

Actually, I almost paused the film on a smoke billow. Sony is doing some things in the recent “Spiderverse” trilogy that are insane- and part of it is their mixed animation.

All the smoke billows? Hand drawn.

They look the same as Bluth’s smoke in this film, which is making me wonder if one of their artists studied under him. Maybe not- maybe they just did their homework on good hand drawn cloud formations. Either way, realizing how close they got to the master work in this film made me appreciate them even more.

Speaking of insane animation-

I don’t know WHO Bluth felt he had to show off to, but this man could DRAW WATER and he fucking knew it.

Like water is hard to do, ok? Like hands, Da Vinci had notebooks full of sketches of the substance, proving it to be the bane of the artistic existence.

Most water in hand drawn animation comes in two forms-

Flat water color with pretty things floating in it to distract you-

Or drawn over a live video of water that they spliced into the image.

Even that was hard to do, and they used a technology no longer available to us. It looks pretty cool honestly.

But no, not DON fucking BLUTH.

Not only can this man hand draw water without the underlying video, but he draws it moving in multiple different ways. He shows it from the top, side, and sinking underneath (with moving bubbles and shifting light, no flat blue for him).

He turns it into a NIGHTMARE FUEL WAVE MONSTER.

He ADDS it to SCENES it DIDNT HAVE TO BE IN!

The more I watched this film, the more I realized that if Milt Kahl had the head swaggle, Don Bluth had water, and by God was he going to use it.

He wrote plots AROUND the idea of water, so he could showcase it in every scene. “Rock-a-doodle,” and “Pebble and the Penguin” come to mind. “Anastasia,” “Thumbelina” and “All Dogs Go to Heaven” all feature action scenes in water. Heck- the one in “All Dogs Go To Heaven” came out of no where, and makes so much more sense if it was just Bluth wanting to show off.

“An American Tale” had the travel by boat sequence and our main hero being thrown over board. He could have left it there. NOPE. There were puddles and sewers and fire hoses and action scenes at the docks.

And the few scenes without water? Let’s throw some scary sparks in there. Maybe some smoke billowing. For funzies.

Also- we’re going to have a Love Song with the most incredible Night Sky you have ever seen and a Comedic song featuring fun house mirror distorted reflections because WHY NOT???

I think he was trying to make sure Disney regretted him leaving, the way you dress up when you know your toxic ex will be there, and I love that for him. 🩷

Also- the backgrounds are all beautiful water color. I love a good water color.

Also- yeah, the sound track holds up. The songs are just as catchy as they ever were- if you have ever seen this movie you WILL find yourself singing along.

As previously mentioned, when it comes to the scary parts, the composer UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT and the music easily fits into a good horror film.

And finally- the music at the finale when everything is made right, and the happy ending is finally here, is the most heart breaking thing you will ever hear. You will cry. Watch the movie, but bring the tissues. 🤧

This movie is definitely worth a watch.

This movie is more than worth a watch, it should be mandatory for elementary history and college animation classes alike.

But also it’s just fun. 🤩

#American Tale #Don Bluth #drawing water #movie review #classic animation #sometimes that movie is just as good or better than you remember #seriously- if this ISNT in the Library of Congress can we petition to get it in?#Fival Moukiwitz #Bluth said they took thier names at Ellis Island we are GIVING THEM BACK in this film #no shortcuts #the more I watch his films the more I love this man #no one tell me if he was a terrible person #My heart would shatter #He also said cultural music and traditions is how you recognize family 😭#“Keep playing! He might hear you! 😭#storytelling #one of the masters #if Miyazaki and Bluth ever met it would be the most beautiful meeting of the artistic souls

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that-one-motherfucker-airy · 7 months ago

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After a couple weeks of work, I’m finally able to post about one of my favourite art pieces of mine!!

This is my linocut print of SharkBearBerry from EEE!!

(Process under the cut)

Going into the project, I was pretty sure I wanted to do something Excellent Entities related, but I wasn’t quite sure. I was dead set on something to do with Chocolate Bar for a while, but then I realised that SBB would probably be more interesting to draw!!

This was my first thumbnail sketch, I was drawing without a reference at first so it looked pretty choppy, and I wasn’t too happy with the background.

Altered it a bit! Added more to the tail and removed the bit in the background.

Final sketch to transfer onto the block, I added an outline to SBB and attempted to make it look like he was in an animation program!! His snout got elongated at some point too, thank god.

Started using this scene in THREEEE 2 as a reference!!

Finally transferred the sketch onto the block!!

Begun carving, transferring the sketch on crooked really came back to bite me though. I had to straighten out the bars of the background as I went through with my carving.

First proof, and it was SCARYY. I don’t have photos of every single proof I did but there were at least five, did a lottt of extra carving.

After a few proofs! So. Much. Carving. Especially on his head and tail, but it turned out fine!!

One of my final proofs, over inked it a bit but I was headed in the right direction!!

My final!! It’s one of six in the run, but in my opinion it was the best quality wise! (I was technically supposed to have 10, but my teacher is a godsend and told me not to worry about it)

I also had it entered into an art competition, and funny enough I won an award of excellence!! (it’s a reference trust,,,)

My only regret is not flipping the background when doing the block honestly, it’s facing the wrong way on the print. It bugs me a little bit, but overall I’m proud for my first attempt!

#airys art #eee osc #excellent entities #extraordinarily excellent entities #threeee #osc

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ghostofthemost141 · 1 year ago

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Street Spirit

Pairing: Ghost x GN! Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,457

Themes: Little Angst, Little Fluff, Hints at Emotional Abuse, Both Ghost and You opening up to each other

About: During a stakeout during a mission on a cold evening, you and your little miss sunshine attitude, manage to break down Ghost's walls he has built up.

Notes: I based this one off of the song Street Spirit (Fade Out) by Radiohead. Super great song! Nickname for this fic is Robin, meaning shining and bright. I aimed for this to be gender neutral but if it doesn't seem that way then please let me know! I'd rather be told so it can be correct for future works. Enjoy!

It may be chilly out here, but I was comfortable. I love winter time, it is my favorite season in the entire year. The snow, the animals being dusted with snow frolicking through the knee deep snow, ice skating, it is truly the best season of the year.

“You payin’ attention, Robin?” Ghost’s sudden voice made me jump.

“Oh uh yes, yes sir Lieutenant.” I said, bringing my focus back to where we were looking.

“Just sir is fine.” Ghost reminded me.

“Yes, sir.”

Ghost made a quiet sigh when he heard me. I try not to annoy him really, but I look up to Ghost in an odd way. He is very strong, very brave, and can turn his emotions off. I am learning so much from him the more I do missions with him and he always insists that I do missions with him, so he can’t hate me that much, right?

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled, but he heard me.

“You don’t need to apologize every single time, alright? You’re fine.” Ghost reassured me, despite his tone remaining the same.

I didn’t say anything back as I regained my focus at the building we were scoping. I could hear Ghost mumbling something to himself.

Makes me wonder how you got into this field in the first place.

Oh.

“I want to make my parents proud.” I said out loud, letting him know that I heard him.

He didn’t say anything back but his eyes were on me.

“They never really said they were proud of me. Ever. Not when I got my first school award, not when I graduated high school, not when I graduated college, not ever. But my younger sister, she could make a B on a test and they would praise the ground she walked on. It’s not fair, you know?” I poured out, not caring whether or not he was listening.

It was silent for a moment and through the blistering cold winds I could barely feel the small tears that were falling down my face.

“Why do ‘ou want their approval so badly?” Ghost asked, surprised he was even asking.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Cause they are my parents, I guess? I don’t know.”

I honestly wasn’t even sure how to answer that.

“Why do you keep seeking validation from ‘hem when you know it’s not going to change?”

Now he was asking the real questions.

“You got me there, L.T.” I say, seeing a white rabbit hopping around through the snow.

The white rabbit dug through the snow every so few feet, looking for some food. Oh to be a white rabbit in the winter just hopping through the snow, not having a care in the world. The only thing I’d miss is being around L.T. Even though it is quite forbidden, I feel like I have begun to develop feelings for my Lieutenant. Everytime I am near him or close to him, my heart starts pounding out of my chest as if I was one of those silly cartoon characters from the 70s that was in love. Their faces turning bright red with blush and their hearts pounding out of their chests in a very cartoony and exaggerated way. That’s how I felt every time I was around Lieutenant. I most definitely looked up to Lieutenant Ghost and I wish to be like him the longer I am down the road, but I didn’t see myself developing feelings for him. I leaned my head down, in almost shame, feeling more of my tears run down my face.

Why can’t you be more like your sister?

She has better grades than you.

You’ve grown pudgy, you need to be fit like your sister.

She is picture perfect, why can’t you be like her?

Why can’t you be like her?

Why

Can’t

You

Like-

“You’ll freeze if you keep this up, love.”

I felt a soft felt get pushed up on my face by Ghost as he essentially wiped my cold tears off of my face. He is not wrong about that. I was kind of surprised he was looking out for me and he was leaning in close to me- Wait, did he just call me love?

“Thanks, L.T.” I thanked him as my face dried up from my tears.

“Just..Simon is alright.”

I turned to see if he was serious and I could just see from his eyes that he was indeed serious.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Only if it's just the ‘too’ of us.” He reiterated.

I had to hold in my chuckle hearing how he said two, and luckily I managed to keep it together.

“Yes, sir.” I said, nearly letting a chuckle out.

We were now in a comfortable silence, still waiting for our target to show up to the building that we were staking out right now. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Laswell were on the other side of the building doing what Ghost and I were doing basically. It’s just that Ghost insisted I came with him.

“Simon?”

“Hm?” He grumbled.

“Why did you insist I come with you for this and not anyone else?” I ask.

Ghost did a deep sigh, as if he was preparing the right words to say.

“Despite your, little miss sunshine attitude, I see great potential in you.” Simon confessed.

Lieutenant sees potential in me? Pinch me, I must be dreaming.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Ghost said, “I want to train you to be better than I am.”

“Why? You’re great, Simon. A great leader and person.” I told him.

Ghost did another one of those sighs, except this time the silence between us was longer than it had been. Did I say something bad?

“Well, I actually went through what you went through. Sort of.” Simon started.

And now he is opening up to me? This is kind of crazy cause I have no idea what kind of person Simon is nor who or what he was before he came to the Task Force.

“My father shouldn’t have been a father. He was a real piece of shiet. Always taunted me, made fun of me, commented everythin’ I did, it was as if my existence was just wrong in his eyes.” Simon explained to me.

I felt my heart sink as Simon told me that. I had no idea he went through something like that but I guess it explains the way that he is.

“I decided to join the military, to get away from it all. Only to come across the wrong enemy and..” Simon paused, collecting his words, “my mother, brother, and father were all murdered by the enemy. I was also tortured for hours on end. Bloody fuckers trying to break me, but they never did. I eventually blew the wanker’s brains out. But it all sticks with me.” Simon finished.

I felt a frog enter my throat, in shock from what Simon just told me. I didn’t know what to say. I can tell this has affected him greatly and it sticks with him. He has to live with something like that every single day. I couldn’t imagine. Simon was still close up next to me that our shoulders were nearly touching. Without putting too much thought into it, I raised my hand up and rested it on Simon’s shoulder. I can tell he felt it, but he didn’t turn nor acknowledge me.

“I am sorry about that, Simon. This may seem kind of silly, but if you are ever having one of those days, you know, when it is hurting you more than it should on any given day, you can come to me.” I offered.

“Thank you, Robin. You can do the same for me.” Simon offered as well.

“It will be our little secret.” I teased.

“Don’t push it, bird.”

“Hey, it's Robin to you! Price declared that as my name after all.” I taunted, earning an eye roll from Simon.

“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled.

As much as I liked our little moment together, it felt good to be back to our normal basis. From a far distance, I could see Soap’s light signal.

“That’s us.” I said as Simon quickly got up on his feet.

As I was starting to get up, Simon reached his hand down to me. I grabbed it and he lifted me up to my feet. Damn he was strong.

“On the run, Robin.”

“Yes, sir Lieutenant Simon.”

Simon sighed as we began our run to the rendezvous meeting spot for our mission. Things shall be more interesting from now on.

END

#simon ghost riley #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty #callofduty #cod modern warfare #ghost x reader #cod ghost #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare 2

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journalsouppe · 1 year ago

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Frog Detective!!!! I absolutely love this game and I highly recommend watching Snapcube play. The voice acting is immaculate and made the whole game funnier than it already is. I cannot recommend this game enough.

Here's Snapcube's video!!

Writing typed below!

Rating: 9.0 Watched: Su 2023 -> Snapcube Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y

Comments:

Games 1-3 on Midnight Snap

Snapcube's Voice Acting is so good I decided to watch instead of play

books have no place in society

love the dialogue and characters they're so weird

ground pie T^T

what was that weird thing Snap saw??

oh no I think that little creature stole the notebook

omg the crab and shrimp band I love

love the wizard outfit and disappearing poof

i love the cowboy poem

FROG ON A SCOOTER

not the actual haunted photo

HAT STEW I AM LITERALLY JOKING LOL

I am so obsessed with the art style

omg love the gay chemistry between Frog Detective and Sherman

THE EYEBROWS

They're so mean about his head shape

oh no is this a setup?

one year in the bad room???

The T^T CREDITS

MYSTERY MONKEY

MAGICAL GIRL MONKEY

LOVE THE ENDING AND CREDITS

love the creator interrupting the dialogue for questionable morals

Game dev notes

love the polygonal modeling and character designs

short stories - mostly fetch quests (fun since the dialogue is ?? (idk what i wrote here oops)

a 3d point and click mystery

silly achievements with breaking physics

I loved watching these games SO much. Not only were the games themselves so fun and charming, but the voice acting was superb and fit the characters so well. I can't imagine playing without the VA lol. The character models were super cute and very well done, each animal was designed to be very recognizable while also having a ton of personality. The dialogue is honestly my favorite dialogue of any game, It's so witty and silly and goofy and charming omg the writers deserve an award. It just fits with contemporary humor so well in the best possible way. The plots were also unique and fun. Crime doesn't exist so the mysteries were so creative like an invisible wizard. It's a shame no more frog detective games will be made but they ended the trilogy on a great note. I will have to follow the dev team to see if there are any plans for other games bc I would love to play or watch more!! A highly recommended game, def also a game to relax to and watch midnight snap's video on. Love you Frog Detective <3<3

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #frog detective #midnight snap #snapcube

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animeyanderelover · 9 months ago

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Ah yes, there is nothing more beautiful than watching the Crunchyroll Awards when I am in a masochistic mood and still come out crying. I’m not even a seasonal watcher but even I could predict all of the winners when I checked out the nominations. I didn’t vote by the way since I don’t even use Crunchyroll. Since me and my friend already complained about it, I’ll rant a bit too so please take my salt.

I don’t think that Jujutsu Kaisen should have won Anime of the Year for the simple reason that apparently the Shibuya Arc didn’t even count for this nomination since it aired in Autumn. That means that pretty much only the first 5-6 episodes were a contender for this nomination and that isn’t even half of the show. They should have either completely excluded it from the nominations this year and instead nominated it next year or should have put in all of Jujutsu Kaisen. Instead now the season was split in parts and I will bet my liver that the Shibuya Arc will be nominated next year again. 5 episodes of an incomplete season are not better than other nominated Anime like Vinland Saga or Oshi No Ko. I’m not even sure if I would put Demon Slayer as a nomination since I liked this season but it just did not reach for me the same level that previous seasons had reached and I am sure that there were other Anime that were a lot more deserving of a nomination instead of Kny.

Best Continuing Series I already suspected either One Piece or Jujutsu Kaisen to win. I can’t say much about One Piece since I am currently at the Water 7 Arc but I will take it over freaking Jjk with its 5 nominated episodes. Once again I would be hesitant to put Demon Slayer in here since for me best continuing series implies that the newest season is either on the same par or even surpasses the previous season. Demon Slayer did not do this with the Sword Smith Village Arc for me for a couple of reasons. The antagonists felt very shallow and boring, the fights weren’t as good for me and whilst the last episode was quite good, it did not reach for me what the Entertainment District Arc did. Bungo Stray Dogs would have been in my opinion a better nomination than Demon Slayer.

Not surprised with Chainsaw Man winning Best New series but since I haven’t watched any of the shows nominated, I can’t say much about it. Same goes for Best Movie with Suzume as the winner and Best Original Series with Buddy Daddies as the winner.

Is anyone surprised by Demon Slayer winning Best Animation? I’m not and that was the only thing that for me was as good as previous seasons, although I do know the whole argument of them using 3D this season for some of the demons but honestly, that was nowhere near the worst CGI that Anime has given us such as Berserk 2017. I see why people would be upset since other contestants for Best Animation were shows like Mob Psycho 100. With Jujutsu Kaisen as a nominee I am conflicted due to the whole arguments of this season having the worst Animation in comparison to the first season and the movie but the poor Mappa employees were on such a tight schedule and the fact that they still delivered such amazing fight scenes despite the terrible treatment deserves respect. Also, where is Bleach in this nomination?! You cannot tell me that they couldn’t nominate it since Disney owns it considering that there were actually some categories where Bleach was still nominated for some reason!

Best Character Design went to Jujutsu Kaisen… How??? How did school uniforms win against the character designs of Hell’s Paradise, Oshi No Ko and Demon Slayer? Is it just Gojo that carried this category?? Am I the blind one for not loving him as much as other fans do??

Best Direction went to Jujutsu Kaisen.

Best Camera Work went to Jujutsu Kaisen.

Best Art Direction went to Demon Slayer.

Best romance was won by Horimiya: The missing Pieces. I’m not sure if that’s true but isn’t this series basically some sort of flashback where the characters look back on their school time. I’m pretty sure My Happy Marriage, Insomniacs after School or Skip and Loafer can beat what, if my memory is correct, is basically a series that shows all the scenes they couldn’t feature in the first season.

Best Comedy was won by Spy x Family and my friend was quite upset by that since she is a big Bocchi The Rock fan but I haven’t watched any of those shows.

Best Action was won by Jujutsu Kaisen. Considering that only the first arc of the series was nominated, I do not agree with this win. If Shibuya Arc would have also counted, I wouldn’t have complained but as it stands I would have preferred something like One Piece or Bleach to win this award.

Best Fantasy was won by Demon Slayer… Again. Guys, what is this? I love Demon Slayer but you can’t tell me that a show playing in a real historical period of Japan with the only fantasy element being the demons as well as maybe the Breathing Forms is a better fantasy show than Mushoku Tensei or The Ancient Magus’s Bride.

Best Drama was won by Attack on Titan The Final Season Chapter 1. What does that mean? Will the second chapter be nominated again then next year?! Oh, come on. How did an incomplete season win Best Drama against Mister I have no enemies?! Vinland Saga should have won that category.

Best Slice of Life went to Bocchi the Rock and since my friend was happy, I was happy too.

Best Main character was won by Luffy. I guess I can live with that. I’m actually surprised that they didn’t nominate Gojo in here but since the whole award show was basically sucking Jujutsu Kaisen off, I am happy to have a few categories where I am not haunted by Demon Slayer and Jujutsu Kaisen. I am just more biased towards Thorfinn in this category since his character development was amazing. If they really only counted the First Chapter of Attack on Titan in these Awards, I am not sure about putting Eren as a contender in this category since he had barely any screen time.

How are you going to take Jujutsu Kaisen’s Hidden Inventory Arc for the 2024 Crunchyroll Awards and then nominate Gojo as a side character?!?! He was the bloody main character in that arc since it was his past!! And then Gojo also wins this category where he absolutely doesn’t belong!!! The same counts for Suguru!! How can you nominate two guys from Jujutsu Kaisen who were on top of that main characters in this short arc?! Why not nominate someone from another Anime instead?! What about Bungo Stray Dogs?! What about Hell’s Paradise?! What about literally every other Anime that aired this year with an actual side character?! Why did Gojo win?!

I don’t care about the Must Protect At all Costs award going to Anya Forger. It’s just a weird award in my opinion.

Best Anime Song going to Idol from Yoasobi was no surprise and was deserved for the sheer impact it had not only on the Anime community but also the international success it earned.

Best Soundtrack going to Attack on Titan is no surprise. Hiroyuki Sawano, if you worked there again I will accept it.

Best Opening and Ending go to no one’s surprise to Jujutsu Kaisen and at this point I have no energy left anymore to be angry. Congratulations…not.

Best Japanese VA performance goes to Yuichi Nakamura for voicing Gojo Satoru… Why is Eren here again? That dude barely spoke any lines in the first half of the Final Chapters. There are a ton of other Japanese Va’s that not only spoke more than Eren but were also far better. Whilst I am not really suited for picking any since I don’t watch seasonal Anime, I think Uemura Yuuto for his performance as Thorfinn or Miyano Mamoru in his role as Dazai were far more deserving of a spot in here. Yuki Kaji, I really love you but you shouldn’t have been nominated in here for your performance as Eren in here due to the lack of a performance.

#crunchyroll awards #demon slayer #jujutsu kaisen #vinland saga #i call bullshit #angry rant

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LOVE, THE SERIES: CHAPTER THREE

the love I've dreamt

╰─▸ ❝ @ idol! jaemin x gn!idol!reader

→ requests open

→ trigger warnings: none

→ genre: fluff, bestfriends to lovers

→ a/n: maybe I should make like a reader as an idol series. make you live through all- like shows, scandals, debut, predebut and all

light a flame

Jaemin didn't know how to feel about the title your fans and his fans alike gave you two as soon as you announced the fact that you two were close.

nation's best friends.

he was happy considering how he gets to see you more often, talk to you out in public without fans screwing rumours, but was he really happy? or was he disappointed that his fans considered him nothing more than just your friend. of course, being your best friend was the second best thing that happened to him.

you met when you were previously a trainee at SM, and stayed together even after when you moved to HYBE. his members often call him lucky, being your best friend and all, because once you like someone, you go to lengths for them.

the main problem here was that he didn't want to be liked by you, he didn't want you to see him the same way as you look at haechan, mark, chenle, or any of his other members for that matter. he wanted to be special for you, he wanted you look at him just like you look at a watermelon, or an award or an anime character you like because you adore them.

love them.

he wanted you to love him.

this fact hit him right now, while you were busy smiling and whining at the fact that haechan dropped the tower of Jenga you built in less than a second. he watched you- he didn't want to admit it but recently so, he's been observing a bit more than before. this only came to his attention though, when he noticed how the necklace on you never changed.

or how you made sure to wear three rings everyday, one on your right ring finger, one of you left index finger and one on your left middle finger, or how you made sure to text jeonghan everyday to inform him off your whereabouts.

It wasn't until a few days ago, he noticed how beautiful you actually were. how your eyes disappeared when you smiled reminding him of the moon in the sky, or how every time it came to haechan you did nothing but groan.

it wasn't until now, he had realised he loved you. but did you like him back? were you just seeing him as your best friend of years. honestly, you two never talked about love, assuming you had no time to engage in such activities, it was never a topic between you to gossip about, and you really gossiped about every little thing.

he watched as you stood up with your empty cup, his eyes following you as you walked to him. "come join us, what are you sitting here for?", your sweet voice fills his ear and jaemin knew he had to take a chance, he had to make it clear. there was no time in his life to be pondering over how you feel, when he could be maybe- loving you and giving you everything you wanted.

"I think I like you"

okay, you were choking, a reaction he very much expected. rubbing your back to comfort you, he waited until you've regained your composure before asking you again. you face him with wide eyes, your brain processing the information that just left you're best friend.

silence pressed over you two, completely contrasting the unearthly noises behind you. jaemin awaited rejection. reject me so I can move on, was what that was playing in his head over and over.

however, his soul left his body when you lean down, holding his cheek and turning his head to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. his eyes widen this time, how the tables have turned, but he bursts into a wild smile immediately after noticing the pink colour that tainted your cheeks.

"Y/N COME HERE", voices kept calling you out from behind excited to show you their latest creation but your eyes were glued to jaemin, you feet glued to the spot, your heart beating faster like it does every time you were around him. it wasn't a lie that you always wanted to do this, you liked him since the beginning, you were just better at hiding it. the friendship that bonded you two being more precious than your little crush- than your love that lasted longer than 7 years.

a small yelp escaped your lips when jaemin pushed you against the counter and rested his hands on either side. a smile traced your face as he cups your cheek, a look full of adoration taking over his eyes. you offer him a soft grin, giving your permission.

he wraps his arms around your waist, while you do the same around his neck. the voices behind went blur, in the moment your eyes stayed locked, but it was truly the rest of the dreamies being shocked by what was unfolding.

you pulled him closer unable to wait, the thought of his lips on your's clouding your mind, jaemin let out a low giggle which in no absolute lie, totally messed with your insides, and filled your stomach with butterflies. he leaned in closer finally placing his lips on your's.

with your feet on the verge of falling apart, and your body all warm and fuzzy, you felt every part of your body long for him, to hold him closer to you longer.

after a few seconds, you pulled away though. smiles filled both your faces, jaemin rests your foreheads together, his heart welling with happiness.

the cheers that erupt from behind being the reason you look away, jaemin faces his members with a shy smile on his face, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. the confident man from a few minutes ago, gone.

"Are you gonna come here now?", jisung asked you frustrated. you nod softly, kissing jaemin one more time.

the love you've always dreamt off, landing into your arms.

fullsunised.

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