#but AFTER the final problem they fused ok?

[soulmatesyuumori]

Something that I love about sherliam is that they’re not your conventional ship that you can easily put in situations with out-of-nowhere cheap drama. 

They won’t let you, they are too smart and connected for that, and if you dare to do it, they wouldn’t be the same characters.

Like, Person B sees Person A too close to a girl and misunderstands and gets angry/runs away in tears? Not sherliam. They would know what’s up, the only upsetting thing about it would be that random girl bothering their babe.

Person A lies to Person B saying they don’t love them in order to “protect them”? Not sherliam. They would know the other is lying and any of them wouldn’t even try to do something that dumb in the first place.

Person A feels they don’t deserve Person B and leaves them for Person B to find someone better? Not sherliam. They know they mean each other’s happiness, why would they cause the other such despair?

Person A is too proud and can’t stand recieving things from Person B? Not sherliam.They’re reasonable, they take in consideration the other’s feelings, they would understand and appreciate the other’s efforts, and they’d be happy to recieve any kind of love and worry the other offers. 

[yanderefairyangel]

Engage, 3 Houses and the "aesthetic of deep"

Alright, so this post will be comparing the uncomparable in order to make a point about how this fandom can easily be fooled by appearances and first impressions

So recently on TwittX I made a post asking

for context I made this after someone told me about the story establishing that Sombron raised Zephia....(no comment) and I got some interesting answers

Basically saying that the reason why people managed to misunderstand some plot point if not the entire story it was because "Engage had a "too simple" aesthetic opposed to 3H's "too complex" aesthetic".

For example, I received one answer saying this

I'll spare you the big details of this conversation but I choose this quote cause it was what stuck me the most. Alright, let's sum up what happened in the begining of 3H and Engage ok ?

3H : dream of Rhea/Seiros killing Nemesis, you chose you Avatar after talking with Sothie, you meet the Lords who need to defeat a bandit named Kostas, you get nearly killed, Sothie save you and give you the power to rewind time, you do it, you save the kids, they immediately tell you they want to hire you, you go to Garrech March and get hired as a teacher and got to choose one class. By 3 chapters, all you do is essentially mission and at some points, Jeratl dies, you fused with Sothie to escape a trap set by Solon and the war begins in chapter 11-12 where Eddie declares war.

Engage : you make a dream that will be explained by a time loop in chapter 24 where you fight the final boss and that you save the world. You wake up surrounded by Stewards telling you you are a dragon revered as a deity, you encounter monster, you try to run away but have to save the twins who risked their life to help you escape, Marth lend you a hand, you beat them and as more appears, your mother arrives to help you. She takes you to the castle where she explains to you that the Dragon that tried to destroy the world might have awoken and that you have to prepare yourself. You train. You go sleep and boom, people attack by surprise and steal the rings, killed your mother and you end up with the fate of the whole world relying on your shoulder when you are amnesiac, woke up from coma and just lost your mother that you didn't even had the time to properly mourn. By the time of chapter 10, the stakes were already established : Alear as the fate of an entire world on their shoulder, they are aware of it, they lost their mother, are amnesiac, weak and dependant. Byleth on the other hand has a new job and have to choose a class. Which one has bigger stakes ? Well according to the one who made the comment, it's 3H

"saving the world is pretty boring to me now".

Somehow, fans will find the premise of saving the world boring compared to choosing your class.

And reading more of the OP's answer made it clear why he thinks like that. It's all because of the aesthetic.

3H has the aesthetic of deep. Engage has the aesthetic of something that is just "silly" or simple.

This means that 3H, no matter what it does will be seen as having a deep story because it has the looks of it. And that Engage, no matter what it does, will be seen as no more then what it present on first glance because it doesn't have the "aesthetic of deep".

3H looks more mature from a art direction point of view, it has darker colors and strives to be an adult war chronicle

Engage has a more colorful artstyle that is perceived as childish because "anime" and strives to be a tradtional hero saves the world journey.

One sounds more complex with the several route, the other too simple. So, as a result, the fans never tries to go look beyond that.

They won't question 3H's depth or Engage's simplicity. And it is a problem.

The two are not comparable because of those precisely very different aesthetic but 3H's story makes it even more of an outlier as every story as always been like Engage's about a hero's journey. The devs said as much in the Engage interview. The only difference is that Engage never tries to wear the political make up that some game could use : FE 1/11/3/12 ? Marth's adventures. FE2/15 : Alm and Celica (mostly Alm's) adventures. FE 4 ? In reality, it's about Sigurd and then Seliph's struggling to save the world. FE5 ? Leif's journey. FE 6 ? Roy's. FE7 ? Eliwood's and his friends. FE 8 ? The Renais twins's. The Tellius game ? About Ike and then Micaiah's journey. Awakening ? About Chrom, Lucina and Robin's journey. Fates ? Corrin's journey.

3H is the only game that actually tries to deal with the war in a way that is not a make up, but even that is not true when Edelgard and Dimitri's route are about their journey in growing as a person.

Engage is following the pattern here. Thus 3H, no matter how light the stakes are (choosing a class) will always seems deeper and higher then the one set by Engage, because saving the world has become such a common scenario people don't even question the gravity of it anymore. This aesthetic of simplicity that Engage is considered to have make it impossible for them to actually pause and try to consider what it feels to be in Alear's shoes : to be amnesiac, having woke from coma, knowing nothing from the world, being scared by everything, being unable to manage the fights without exterior aid and having lost your mother. And it's not even thinking about the implications of this scene once you know about the whole story, that makes this begining a lot more darker.

If you put your shoes in Byleth's... you don't even know what consequences you choice will have because you just choose your class based on which one appealed to you the most. That"s all. The divorce between the player and the self insert couldn't be higher cause no matter how much foreshadowing 3H has when it comes to this decision.... nothing changes the fact that Byleth will never knew nor expect the consequences of their action, which makes the stakes rather flat in contrast to Engage's where you are facing someone who is mourning and has to safe the world, a 17 year old who just woke up and will have to mature up quickly to become a hero. Really, which stakes are higher when you look deeper into it ?

And that's not getting into how replaying changes the perception of most of Engage's first moment. Chapter 2 was at first a very light hearted chapter, but when you realize it was written to parallel with chapter 25, what it represent to Lumera and Alear, the evolution... all of this elevate a fun chapter 2 into a tragic bounding between mother and child making the light hearted of this moment shines even brighter, cause you know that you will lose Lumera, that Alear will lose their mother even though they don't know yet that it was their very first time in being family with Lumera and the tragedy repeats each time you replay.

In 3H, this doesn't exist. Take for example the one moment that happens at least thrice ; the battle between the three lords. It happens in the first chapter of White Clouds, the chapter 7 and... in one of the chapter of AM. So basically, you have all those infor about the Battle of the Lion and the Eagle and for some reason this chapter doesn't exist in CF and SS ? And unlike in Engage where the response to Lumera's death from Alear was very different and meant to showcase their developpement... the reaction from your students remains the same in chapter 1 and 7. So... no progression. Byleth will smile but ... that's it. Just that. And I know, they don't emote often but ... that's just it. This doesn't help when this reaction doesn't really matter in route that don't have the chapter supposed to parallel with that one. And also, you are supposed to have a feast after the battle where all the students bond together... you see nothing of it. You just spend time with your students, whom are perfectly safe on the route cause none of them will die....let's say, this doesn't make this moment as striking as Engage's chapter 2 cause in chapter 2 you don't just see, you PARTICIPATE at what is supposed to be Lumera and Alear's first and last moment as family. So which balancing between dark and light is stronger ?

3H's deep aesthetic will lead people to not question some of the game's event to judge it as what it is and that's why most people are more forgivng of it's flaws such as style over substance, something that seems deep turning out to be rather shallow etc.

Engage doesn't have this aesthetic so it leads people to not try to look past its simple, to insist on it flaws and exagerate them and to not try to understand the depth hidden behing small things.

To put it simple people think 3H is deeper because it does big and Engage is bare bones cause it has the look of it bcause it does smaller.

And this mindest is actually misguided cause it's not quantity that matters but quality. The talent of a good writers isn't in "I am gonna make a lot of big things to make it seems deep and complex" it's being able to put a lot of subltely and nuancing in very small things or even obvious one just for you to realize the deeper meaning of it.

Take Sombron's name for example. People mock it as being generic cause it's dark in French. But how many of them will look into the actual etymology of Sombre ? How many will find out that its' based on a verb in old french which means to enshade and reflect his role as being the one who corrupts everything and plunged the world into darnkness ? How many will realize that his weapon, Obscurité is deepening this concept as it is supposed to show that the darkness he cast are deadly ? How many will look at his design to reason "ah yes, he looks like that cause he is meant to reprsent Alear's trauma" ?

This is the same mindset as people who won't look at Grima past evil dragon when he is the refletion of Robin's despair and fear.

This isn't just Engage. All the game that are considered "bad" by the fandom cause simple don't try to look anydeeper then this, but when it has the look of something dark, greedy, and complex it checks the box of the "aesthetic of deep" and therefore people will consider it to be deep, doesn' matter if in reality it isn't

Likewise if a media doesn't check the boxes, they will look at it as simply what it appears and not search any deeper

That's ultimately the reason why people were disappointed by Engage after 3H : it refused to embrace the same "aesthetic" as 3H. So it doesn't matter that the story is actually deeper then it is, they won't believe it because the aesthetic doesn't appeal to them.

[the-archangel]

Fragile Things

Cyber Hanami event Day 2 - Delicate

The flip-side to Sense

“What are you doing here Johnny?” “Whaddya mean?” “At my house, why are you at my house?” “Oh right yeah,” Johnny replies absentmindedly lighting a cigarette, “V asked me to come.” Kerry crosses his arms, anger flashing in his eyes, “And why can’t he fucking come himself?” “Look Ker,” the pet name earns the dark-haired rocker a dirty look, Johnny plunges on regardless, “you gonna let me in or what? We can talk inside.” Kerry weighs up the possibility of just slamming the door in the other man’s face, but decides he’ll get just as much satisfaction from throwing him out after he’s heard what he has to say.

The two men sit facing each other; Kerry feigning relaxation, legs crossed, arms stretched over the back of the seat and Johnny in his usual intense, forward-leaning pose.

Kerry hadn’t seen V since that morning on the balcony of the condo, and that was nearly 5 months ago. There wasn’t a day since than that he hadn’t regretted letting him go so easily, or being so off-hand with his problems. For the first few days he was angry as fuck, there’s another thing he regretted, sending those shitty messages, then for a couple more months he was just really sad, came close a couple of times to making stupid decisions but was always pulled back with the thought that, by some miracle, V would come back to him. He got it together after a fashion, hid in the villa and finished the songs he was writing, made plans for a tour he wasn’t sure he’d really be up for doing, and then a few weeks ago he gets a call, hears a voice that he thought was lost to him over fifty years ago. “Kerry?” “Shit, Johnny? How….shit…Where are you? No, fuck… V, Where’s V?” “He’s here, he…can’t really talk yet and he’s pretty fucked up, but yeah, he’s here.” The Rockerboy leapt off the couch towards the door, “I’m coming, where are you?”

Silence on the other end, until the sound of laboured breathing and a single syllable in a broken voice, “Ker…”

For a few days after that, Kerry’s fury at Johnny’s refusal to tell Kerry where they were, was tempered by his elation at knowing V was alive. He was productive, made it out of the house even a couple of times, once to give Vik and Misty an update, once just to drive around and feel the City around him, but he was becoming increasingly frustrated. When Johnny called again, he was in no mood to be jerked around. He listened long enough to be told that V was sitting up, could manage sipping water and was looking forward to getting back… “Back from where? Shit Johnny tell me now or I swear…” “OK, OK, we’re… in Switzerland….” Kerry takes a moment to process that, “….Switzerland?… OK, fine. I’m coming over I can be there in like….” “Stop, no you’re not. V’s been too fragile to move til now, but in a couple of days they’re bringin us back over…” “Who is?” “Don’t matter…. it’s gonna be a couple of weeks til he can come home, so chill.” The cold ball of rage in Kerry’s chest is barely being contained, “Fucking chill?” he hisses, “How can I chill when the love of my life is stuck in another country with a self-centred asswipe for company and I can’t even talk to him??” A moment’s silence on the other end, “Congrats Ker, you’ve made him smile for the first time since this shit storm happened.” The absolute fury subsides somewhat at that, replaced by his earlier frustration, “I get that he can’t talk, but why hasn’t he messaged me, written an email, fuck… just anything?” Johnny sighs, “I told you Ker, he was fucked up, his fuses blew, got crisped up pretty bad – not a pretty sight…” “He just gave you the bird didn’t he?” Kerry asked, tension finally easing.

Johnny snorts, “Ha! You know him nearly as well as I do.”

For the thirteen days, seven hours and fifty-six minutes since then, Kerry felt like a ghost, drifting through the rooms of the villa, unable to make even the most basic of decisions, not remembering to eat, not even getting drunk, sleeping fitfully and surviving on uppers, downers and fizzy water. All calls were ignored, requests went unanswered while he waited for his life to be able to start again. He knew this isn’t what V would be wanting him to do, he knew he should probably find someone to talk to about what he was feeling, but the truth was, he wasn’t feeling anything at all.

“It’s good to see you,” Johnny tells his old friend, “but you look like shit. When’s the last time you showered? Ate? Fuck, have you even left this couch?” “Two weeks you said. He’ll be home in two weeks, so where the fuck is he?” Johnny looks into Kerry’s eyes, he figures he must’ve caught a dose of V’s empathy, cuz the look on Kerry’s face almost makes him cry – almost. “There’s been a, erm…setback. He’s mostly fixed, kinda anyway, but his mind it’s … dunno, broken or something. He mostly just sleeps and stares at shadows, can’t get a word out of him ‘cept for one, I guess he wants to see you.” Kerry is almost in the shower before Johnny has finished his sentence, within ten minutes they’re in a cab, moving towards the facility where V is being looked after and in under an hour they’re there. Kerry’s mind is whirling, he can’t believe that he’s finally going to see his V, the things he’s going to show him, the stuff he needs to tell him – sorry being top of the list, but Johnny has warned him not to expect too much and to brace himself for V’s appearance, he’s light-headed with the emotion of it all. The guard waves them through, a supercilious doctor in a white coat welcomes them and leads them down a warren of corridors to a sparsely furnished industrial-white room, Kerry’s breath catches in his throat as he realises that what he had taken to be a pile of blankets is in fact V, curled up at the end of the bed. He hesitates to move towards him, noting from a distance how very fragile he looks, not just because about half his bodyweight is missing what with the illness and missing chrome, but also the lost look on his face, brows knitted and eyes staring at nothing, eyes which he notices are now emerald green, instead of grey. “I told you everything blew yeah? Well that included his optical implants, he only got these like a week ago.” Kerry looks up at Johnny, devastation clear in every word, “Fuck Johnny, so on top of everything else he’s been blind for the last five months?” “Yeah, they didn’t know what to go with so I said emerald cuz I know you like green, it’s easy enough to change though if…” It’s too much to process, a sob escapes from Kerry’s throat, V’s eyes dart over towards the noise and something approaching a smile transforms his face. “Ker….” Rushing towards his man and bundling him up in a hug, Kerry’s tears flow freely. He strokes the hair now growing back in after mostly being lost and caresses the clammy skin of his back, wincing as his fingers glide over ribs previously hidden by chrome and muscle. He’s got so much to say, but can’t speak for sobbing and so buries his face in V’s neck taking deep breaths until he feels calmer. “I thought I’d lost you Vince, shit, I nearly lost my mind,” he moves back to look into V’s eyes, wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb, “I was so scared of losing you I started pushing you away, I’m a fucking idiot, I’m so sorry….” V gives him a smile, a slight but genuine, happy smile, Kerry climbs onto the bed curling around his mainline protectively, “I’m going to be right here for as long as it takes for you to be ready to come home, I’m going to look after you.”

[cavefilllingcorporation]

The Scrolls, the sheep, and a new situation

It was the start of another workday, and Jannet had headed over to her station. She was… well, she wouldn’t call herself excited, but she was semi-eager to get to her post. After all, with technology like this, who wouldn’t be excited!

You see, today she was processing the doomsday scrolls. The process of processing these was fascinating, and the work was stimulating too, at least more so than carrying gold ingots to a conveyor belt.

Each scroll was brought in a crate at a time, least that an accidental detonation would destroy the rest of the merchandise. (The crew was paid handsomely to watch over this dangerous cargo.) Then the machines would break apart the scroll remotely, safely removing the magic inside, which manifested itself as a sandy/wooly residue. This took the form of some sheep demon being summoned, before the entity started spinning uncontrollably, unraveling itself into sand and wool. The leftovers would then be blown away and sorted automatically, probably using filters and/or suctions. Jannet and the others would then remotely use robotic arms to pick away at the new sand piles to find shining particles of explosive potential. These particles apparently were very special, with a single gram having the explosive power of a nuclear bomb. It would sell for a lot she knew, though she hoped that the Corporation had the care to sell them to reasonable people. Wasn’t her problem though.

The sand leftovers were still useful, even though they had nowhere near the explosive potential as the glowing orbs. Most of the explosive power clumped together, leaving the sand to be mostly inert and safe to handle. This was good, as it allowed for the forging of what was being called: “explosive glass.” When given a major impact, the glass would violently shatter. She wasn’t quite sure what use this had, but it had to have a use somehow. Finally, the new wool was basically steel wool on steroids. It was a perfect fuse, fast lighter, and more.

She was still unnerved by the fact that this came from some sort of demon sheep though… she had to wonder about that.

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When the bell sounded for lunch, she walked back, just to see Johan heading towards the direction of the bathroom. He clearly needed one, as he was coated in what she could only assume was coal dust.

“So, you got coal duty huh?”

Johan sighed. “Yep. I guess life is like that sometimes. I get to drive the big machine last time while you carry gold, and you get to mess with robot arms while I shovel coal.”

“By the way, where’s Crok?”

“In the infirmary again. There was a mix-up with who was qualified to work with the magical gear and not, and some people who weren’t qualified were assigned to deal with the ranged weapons.”

“Oh no! Did anybody get- ok, somebody got hurt obviously, but was it bad?”

“No deaths thankfully, though they got banged up quite badly. I’m sure some higher up is going to face a demotion.”

“Well, if anybody is going to patch them up, its Crok. Still though, it’s a shame that he’s not here. Anybody would be excited to see their work pay off. At least I know I would.”

“Not so sure about that. He was muttering to himself about stuff, and didn’t really look very happy. I also think he said something about something not being right with the warping eyes, though he wouldn’t elaborate.”

Right, those. The work was less involved than dealing with the doomsday scrolls, that was for sure. Instead of maintaining their warping properties, they seemed to use their magic to multiply into crystal balls, some form of purple magic ooze, and radioactive dust. The dust was sucked and condensed into rods, the ooze was drained and collected, and the orbs were collected, cleaned, and sold to whatever wizard or fortune teller would want them. Maybe they had magical properties? She wouldn’t know.

“Hmm… well, I guess we’ll just have to ask him when he gets out. In the meantime, I’m going to go get some food. You go ahead and get cleaned up.”

With that, the two parted ways, ready to refresh and get back to work.

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The Lieutenant of Arms was frustrated. She looked at the recent catalog of the items that were able to be absenced, and then looked at her computer containing the catalog of the items they had when they left the Solar Isles. Not good. After confirming what she suspected and hoped wasn’t the case, she then picked up the phone.

“Hello? Yes, get me in contact with the board. We may have a problem on our hands.”

[pulsar0024]

i find the solar neutrino problem absolutely hysterical. now thats not just because my humour got completely and utterly eviscerated by the release of hit 2020 mobile game among-us, but its just because i find it hard to comprehend how stupid the entire thing is. Before we get to the meat of the thingamajigy, theres some stuff we should know. One thing is neutrino oscillation, where neutrinos oscillate between 3 lepton flavours (yes thats what they're really called). Basically where a neutrino created with one lepton family number may have another when measured later in its life. with the 3 main lepton flavours being electron, muon and tau. And the other thing we need to know about is the proposed existence of primordial black holes. which are hypothetical black holes said to be created in the early stages of the universe. It's hypothesised that during the early stages of the universe there was a rapid inflationary period, where the universe was hypothesised to expand faster than the speed of light. This created pockets of spacetime that were denser than others, collapsing and forming primordial black holes. Now, the sun does hydrogen nuclear fusion in it's core through a proton-proton chain reaction, which is how main sequence stars fuse their hydrogen shells to helium and maintain hydrostatic equilibrium. This creates only electron neutrinos and a bunch of tools to measure these were created. So, they measured the stuff using their fancy math and fancier instruments and they found that there were a bunch of electron neutrinos missing *gasp for effect*. Pop quiz time, what do you think scientists thought:

a) theres something wrong with our scientific model and neutrinos have mass, meaning they can oscillate, as theorised by another physics guy

b) THE CORE OF OUR SUN HAS STOPPED WORKING AHHHHHHHH c) THERES A BLACK HOLE IN OUR SUN, OH MY GOD, THERES A BLACK HOLE IN OUR SUN

d) both b and c are correct.

If you said a, you would be wrong. In fact, the answer is d. Scientists, unwilling to change their standard model (after all changing the standard model is blasphemy) came up with 2 theories, the core of our sun has stopped working or that a FREAKING BLACK HOLE GOT SWEPT UP IN THE GAS CLUMP THAT MADE OUR SUN. mind you, primordial black holes are very tiny, so tiny that they fizzle out in seconds, unless they have stuff to eat. Like gas per se. This phenomenon was labelled a hawking star, after stephen hawking, who did a bunch of research about primordial black holes. After the readings were taken in 1960, it took scientists 42 YEARS to go "um maybe we were wrong guys" and look at neutrino oscillation in the context of the solar neutrino problem. Finally debunking it. Because what was happening was that a bunch of neutrinos were just changing flavour on their way to earth.

ok thanks for reading my massive ass text wall,

thanks byeeee

[bearpillowmonster]

Ultimate Spider-Man

Why read all this? Because I have the video game and I always regarded its style but I always resented its "play"style. It seems like you finally get to do something aannndd another chase mission- but this time with barriers! Plus the covers are cool and I grew addicted to reading it. So Peter's not young young but it sure seems like it to me, almost like a 12 year old batty tween, maybe because he was voiced by Phineas and I just read it that way most of the time but they point it out. Mary Jane is his cool nerd friend, so it's not as linear as a lot of other Spider-Man media, she goes to school with him and shows the relationship she has learning his identity early on and not just becoming someone he can confide in but always being that person from the get-go, this is also where she becomes a reporter and a real childhood friend taking the place of Gwen. 

Wait- Gwen's in this?! Spectacular Spider-Man is one of those shows I hold nearest and dearest in terms of Spider-Man quality, it kept Gwen the way she is and allows Peter to be his nerdy self while eventually introducing Mary Jane as a late year student, not to mention the design being deliciously derivative of its name. But with Mary Jane acting out Gwen's role, Gwen comes in later, she doesn't take Mary's role either, she's a freak. In a way, when Peter gets his powers, he stops being the freak so that's what Gwen's here to replace. It certainly takes some liberties with that as well, having her carry a knife in school and act out because she's the police chief's daughter and then Peter acting open but bratty, it's more trying to fulfill what a kid of this era would do and feel rather than follow the guidelines of the original runs so there were some times when I would think "That would never happen" but it also would at the same time.

Gwen also takes a more sister role as time goes on with her family complications, this unfortunately leads to a falling out with Mary Jane as well as addresses a problem with her but I'll leave the relationship stuff alone. I was disappointed with their treatment of Gwen though, it just seemed like beyond what I described, they didn't know what to do with her and made more room for Mary Jane once her fight was over.

I'm not sure I can accept what Ultimate did to Green Goblin though because from here, it's only been picked up as the "modern design" I miss his glider and mean lean conniving green face with purple clothes complete with elf hat and pumpkin bombs. He's treated more as the Lizard without motivation, instead of replacing his arm...he's just doing it, idk, money I guess.

And now he can use fire. Ok, a bit more monster-y than previous iterations, and that's with most of the cast too. Oc having his arms literally fused to his skin, he wears shades because they're blinders from the light that's now sensitive to his eyes as well as to cover the damage the accident did to him.

You don't reach the events of the game until the 30s which actually didn't take a whole lot from the comics, the game just kind of wanted to expand the comic's lore which it successfully seemed to do but then it sort of got retconned in the comic...is it coherent or not?

Now Venom in itself, is one of those differences I was talking about. Eddie is like- not sure how to describe that- a Kyle looking nerd. We dig into what Peter's parents were researching (with Eddie's) which happened to be a way to create the symbiote rather than have it be an alien. You see, Venom heals wounds as we know, so this was their cure for cancer but it was shut down because apparently Reed Richards saw its potential as a weapon. And yes, I said Reed, while we don't see superheroes all that often, they make guest appearances and are referenced plenty of times to make that world more fleshed out, this is the "Ultimate" line after all, a lot of these characters already have their own comics in this universe. I don't normally read a whole line in Marvel because of how long winded they can be. With that said, it can be read as a singular line, no "visit Amazing #421 to find out more" or anything so it's easier to follow. There are some instances where it'll show something that didnt happen in the mainline though like a random flashback of Blade or Lizard or Daredevil for starters but its not hard to pick up on what happened there. It's just good to see them acknowledge the mutant crisis second hand, like hey, this is happening in the world, some people are for it, some people are against it. 

There're some really good scenes that I think I'll take with me though like one where he's just Peter and instead of taking every punch without complaint, he takes a verbal beating from all ends, even Mary starts arguing with everyone because of it. Just the thought of all this chaos around him that even his friends aren't immune is really a picture to paint. That's the thing though, he does flip out by the end but this comic lets him do that. He has temper tantrums and makes mistakes that I never would've written in because they're annoying and make you ask "why are you doing that?" That's not one of those moments, he's well within his right that time but it's a case by case basis, it's almost this comic's quirk, that yeah he does the fight thing and has responsibility in the end but there's a journey to get there, he explores the instinctive advantages first before he learns it, it's not just Uncle Ben dies and suddenly he's the 'ultimate' right minded individual.

It shows parts where he butts heads with people though, like a mutant that the X-Men want to use for their gain to show mankind what they're doing to them but Peter sees it as "he's not a pawn in your game, he's a person." It becomes sort of liberating to see him finally on top and fight for the underdog of whatever fight even if they're technically on the same side, it just goes to show that he's a different superhero and is how I've always felt.

There's even a part where they're filming the Spider-Man movie. Yeah, I'm not exaggerating, Tobey Maguire, Sam Raimi, the whole shabang. Firestar appears with Iceman to make the Amazing Friends but it's Liza Allen? Ok. And her dad is…Blob?? What? We get her disinclined nature towards mutants and that's supposedly why but they never mention Blob until after, which until her mother revealed it, she believed was her uncle so why wouldn't she mention it?

(that's an actual panel) Reed turns piss to water and that…well, I don't know if he's trying to start a recycling campaign or sell it-

And it uh-

It- remember the clone saga and how poorly it was received? Well, for some reason they felt a need to keep trying to redo it and they do it here but I'm not sure how to feel about it. Amazing Spider-Man 3 had rumors that it was going to do some really weird things that I figured out actually came from this book but who's idea was it to do that AND make it the 100 issue spectacular, it's crude.

I'm about to spoil it now but you shouldn't care.

The Gwen being Carnage thing is actually kind of cool, I always looked at this series as half Spider-Man half Venom even though it didn't end up being that way when I read it, just the game. So it's sort of an anomaly because they also dig deeper into Peter's parents as I was saying earlier and I was alright with the whole thing previously but it got way too involved because his dad ended up being alive aaaannnndddd he's a clone too. Too many people are too caught up in trying to get his Spider powers then some of those villains are literally Peter. I thought Superior Spider-Man started all that with Oc making a Peter body to host but no, we have all kinds here, just not Oc. But Oc's here because he made the clones. 

But it's not just that because one of the clones captures Mary Jane and wants to make her like Captain America, a supersoldier so that she can stay safe. She doesn't adhere to it and becomes a red furry monster. Now the Cap stuff is actually a plotline in the 90s animated series and I was alright with it there because it makes sense if they make the original success story into a blueprint for all these failed attempts, I think that's even what they did with Hulk in the MCU but when you're already doing that with Spider-Man in this series, it just seems like "make everyone who's not super, super." by whomever they feel has the coolest powers at the time.

But there's just so much crap piled on top with everything else here. It gets nuttier, Jessica Drew is one of the clones, completely undermining her character. That's a good representation for that arc, it undermines all the characters. May for example, knew that Peter's dad was 'alive', but just decided not to tell him and when she realizes Gwen is alive, Peter has no choice but to reveal he's Spider-Man, no more lies. Her response is to kick him out, wants nothing to do with him and never wants to see him again. I didn't like this Aunt May but I understood her concept because it aligns with everything else, how do you expect an average person to act? The thing is, Aunt May isn't really an average person in my book, she's more than that, she's Peter's reason for so much in his life, probably even more than his Uncle and that's saying something. Look at all of his greatest moments, sure Mary Jane was there but the trapped under the rubble?

That was to get a cure for Aunt May. Spider-Man PS4, sure NY is at stake because of the virus but he goes ape on Oc because his aunt specifically is in danger. Spider-Man 2, who told him what Spider-Man meant despite becoming victim to his villains. I could go on but even beyond that! She's more because of what she represents, she's like the perfect parent in some books, would Peter be the same he is if he was raised by anyone different? She's the moral compass and without that- ok. Hoomph! Breathe.

It's just all so condensed because that's right when Peter finds out his dad is alive, just walking through the door. Nothing has room to settle or stomach, it's a crap shoot. Now let's finish this.

Around 110, the artist changes and one of the other Ultimate series artists comes in, in a way, it's better but it's less stylized so idk, that was part of why I started it but it wasn't as good as I was hoping after seeing it so it's a change of pace.

Issue 133 is where the issues stop because, well, that's the end technically, the Ultimate universe was ending and it was an attempt to throw that contained thing out the window as it was already doing by this point and just morph it. It had a cool relationship with Hulk and Peter though and the cool but weird thing about 133 is that it has no dialogue, it's just art. So you could argue that it's silent without Spider-Man around but, idk. I didn't "like" the ending but I was done...

Wait, that's not it? Ultimate Fallout, Death of Spider-Man, Ultimate Comics Spider-Man...what is this? Well that's where Miles Morales comes in.

1–53 Ultimate Spider-Man (vol. 1) #1–53

54–60 Ultimate Six #1-7

61–140 Ultimate Spider-Man (vol. 1) #54–133

141–142 Ultimatum Spider-Man: Requiem (vol. 1) #1–2

143–157 Ultimate Comics Spider-Man (vol. 1) #1–15

158–168 Ultimate Spider-Man (vol. 1) #150–160

So there is an order...but then what's this?

It's called ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN? But I just read that. What? A volume 2? Wait and this came out BEFORE 133?

I thought Peter died and Miles took over? Yeah I only fini- no, not ONLY, I read 133 issues, that's no understatement, but you mean to tell me that that wasn't enough, that there's more just because and it seems totally different, Peter having a relationship with Gwen after...he came back somehow? What did I miss and I don't even know where I missed it at because it was in another comic.

My head hurts. Get me away from here. I'm glad it's over. It wasn't fun. I ruined it for myself. This is why I don't read Marvel comics. If you're a comic nerd, I NEVER want to hear you complain about Kingdom Hearts being complicated or on too many systems ever again, people rag so hard on the wrong things.

[laresearchette]

Sunday, April 09, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: RAVEN’S HOME (Disney Channel Canada) 8:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: A GRAMMY SALUTE TO THE BEACH BOYS (CBS Feed) HAPPY TO BE HOME WITH THE BENKOS (Premiering on April 12 on Magnolia Canada at 10:00pm) THE BLESSING BRACELET (Premiering on April 14 on W Network at 8:00pm) GIVING HOPE: THE NI’COLA MITCHEL STORY (Premiering on April 15 on Lifetime Canada at 8:00pm)

MASTERS GOLF (TSN) 8:30am: Third Round (TSN4) 3:00pm: Final Round (TSN4/TSN5) 8:00pm: Final Round

IIHF WOMEN’S HOCKEY (TSN3) 11:00am: Finland vs. Sweden (TSN3) 3:00pm: USA vs. Czechia (TSN) 7:00pm: Germany vs. France

BKT TIRES & OK TIRE WORLD MEN’S CURLING CHAMPIONSHIP (TSN2) 11:00am: Bronze Medal Game (TSN) 4:00pm: Final

NBA BASKETBALL (SN/SN1) 1:00pm: Bucks vs. Raptors (TSN) 1:00pm: Pistons vs. Bulls (SN Now) 3:30pm: Clippers vs. Suns (SN Now) 3:30pm: Jazz vs. Lakers (TSN2) 3:30pm: Pelicans vs. Timberwolves (SN1) 4:00pm: Warriors vs. Trailblazers

MLB BASEBALL (SN Now) 1:30pm: Yankees vs. Orioles (SN) 4:00pm: Jays vs. Angels (TSN2) 7:00pm: Padres vs. Braves

NHL HOCKEY (SN1) 6:00pm: Bruins vs. Flyers (TSN5) 6:00pm: Sens vs. Blue Jackets (SN/SN1) 8:30pm: Avalanche vs. Ducks

BEST IN MINIATURE (CBC) 7:00pm: It’s the semifinals and the top four miniaturists let their imaginations run wild turning trash into treasure and building a room of their choice.

SULLIVAN'S CROSSING (CTV) 7:00pm: Maggie and Cal find themselves facing a dire situation as they look for a missing camper.

DEADLY MOM RETREAT (Super Channel Fuse) 7:00pm: Struggling to move on since her divorce, Jules jumps at the chance to go to a singles retreat with her new friend, Marissa. However, almost immediately upon arrival, she has a series of near-fatal accidents that seem to involve a fellow visitor.

A YEAR ON PLANET EARTH (CBC) 8:00pm: An explosion of colour signals that times are changing, but with winter fast approaching, preparedness is key.

ESSEX COUNTY (CBC) 9:00pm: Lester runs away from the farm, but Jimmy struggles to be there when Lester needs him most. Ken makes demands so he can get on with his life. Cheered on by his old pals, Lou escapes his care home.

RENOVATION RESORT (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm: With the interiors complete, Scott and Bryan get the teams to head outside to take on the exteriors; Rotem and Troy turn up the heat; Jena and Sean counter with another custom build; Savannah and Kyle encounter pergola problems.

THE CURSE OF OAK ISLAND (History Canada) 10:00pm: After a long wait, the Fellowship gets permission to return to their excavation in the swamp; almost immediately, they make a discovery that could connect all the cobblestone dots in the mysterious bog.

PORTRAIT ARTIST OF THE YEAR (Makeful) 10:00pm: Henning Wehn, Lemar, Candice Carty-Williams

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

NSFW Alphabet- Joe Toye

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 Ok, so here’s the 411- Joe gives it his all when y’all are fucking. He’s flipping you around into different positions, he’s gripping whatever part of your body he can get his hands so he can reach deeper faster harder better, Joe is fully prepared to do all the work. 

That being said, the boy’s EXHAUSTED by the time he’s done with you. You’re lucky if he doesn’t collapse on you in a sweaty, sleepy mess. But after he’s had a second to regroup and rally- he’s totally down for some pillow talk. 

WARNING: it’s going to be in that sexy husky voice of his, which means round two is imminent.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 Ok, so our Joe’s hot. Like, really hot. He is fully aware of how good he looks- sometimes to the point of arrogance. If he had to pick just one part of himself, it’d probably be his arms. He likes knowing that he can always fight his way out of a sticky situation, but what he really likes is how your hands feel when they clutch at his biceps while getting sexy. (He also really gets soft when you run your fingers up and down his arms/forearms while sitting around and talking with the guys shh shh shh)

On you? Your hands- this boy never thought of hands being sexy until he watched yours dance across a map while discussing plans of action. His eyes followed their motions like a moth follows a flame- and when they touched HIS HAND for the first time? Boner city. Population: this guy.

 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

MESSY BOY. OH MY GOD.

He’s BIG into marking you, and if you gave him the ok (he always checks first) he’d gladly paint you in it (he gets very caveman when it comes to marking you as his ffs what a horndog). 

But if you aren’t into that? Not a problem. Simply seeing his cum on your hands (which we’ve established he’s super into) is enough for him. Inside of you works too, FYI. He’s very accommodating.

 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He once secretly got off in class while watching you disassemble and reassemble your rifle. Your fingers moved so fast and confidently that he couldn’t help but wonder what ~other~ confident things they could do (his mind instantly pictured you fingering yourself and he’s only a little bit sorry about how depraved he is). He’d kneaded the heel of his hand against his cock under the table and to this day he has no idea how he wasn’t caught.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced is a good way to describe Joe, bc in cruder company he’d be called a fuckboy. He’s had more partners than the average Joe (lol sorry) but not nearly as many as someone like Tab or Nix or Liebgott have had. He just lived a full-ass life and, due to him being a stud, he’s never been wanting for company.

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

 Anything with him on top is his comfort zone. He likes feeling in control, and he really likes being able to see how good he’s making you feel. 

Bonus points if he can grip your neck a lil bit.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

 Joe is goofy in the sense that he likes to tease you, maybe antagonize you a lil. He knows that you get off on it- that you like when he points out how good he’s making you feel, or lightly chastising you for how quickly you’re going to cum. He doesn’t mean it, and if you were ever to tell him to back off he’d be totally down.

 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

 Dark, curly, trimmed but not ~groomed~, you know?

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

 Personally, He seeks to establish intimacy during the afterglow, curling around you once the sweat has cooled and your breathing has evened out. Face touches, greedy but sweet kisses? Joe Toye’s your guy.

HOWEVER!: If he thinks you could use some during the act, he’s game. If you ask for it? HE’S WHATEVER MORE THAN BEING GAME IS. Get over here, hot stuff.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 He does it whenever he feels the urge. It’s not a huge deal for him. 

He’d prefer sex with you obviously, but if you’re not feeling it or it’s not a good time then he’ll take care of himself. In a perfect world, you could both do some mutual masturbation. He absolutely thinks of you while he does it, tho.

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

 Choking kink. Wow wow wow. Nothing extreme- he doesn’t feel comfortable cutting off your airflow or anything, but a hand around the throat certainly adds a nice primitiveness to the experience. 

If you choke him, however: different story.

Joe finds that EXTREMELY hot. Oh my God. It plays into his weird obsession with your hands/touch. It reminds him that you’re just as into him as he is with you, and he is a big fan of you getting a lil rough with him now and again. 

Pin him down by his throat as you ride him? He’s done for.

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 Any time, anywhere- as long as he can be sure that you won’t be interrupted. There are exceptions to this (see Risk). 

 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 Little touches from you can really get him going. Lacing your fingers with his as you both ride in a truck from location to location. Your eyes finding his as you talk business with someone else. The gentle scratch of your fingernails through the shorter hairs at the base of his skull. You also get a certain look in your eyes when you’re feeling frisky, and the moment he sees that, sexy with you is all that he can think about.

 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Doing anything to you that leaves more than a bruise. Hickeys? Awesome. Speckles of bruises on your hips from where his fingertips dug into your skin a bit too hard? Hot.

Deep shadows around your throat left behind from him holding you a little too hard? NO NO NOPE THAT’S NOT OKAY.

It reminds him too much of violence, of someone trying to escape the touch of another and being denied freedom. Once, a German soldier had tried to choke you out so you wouldn’t alert anyone of his presence and Joe. Fucking. Lost it. His brass knuckles were nearly fused to his skin by the time Joe was done with them.

Tl;dr- deep marks on his girl? He’ll kick someone's ass. He’ll kick my ass. He’ll kick his own ass

 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 He’s a fan of both! When he’s going down on you, he’s all about results- what will get you off the quickest and hardest. Overstimulation King (but in a good way).

When you go down on him and make a point to draw the process out as long as you possibly can, he just about cries with need. He’ll beg you to give him more so he can finally cum, but secretly he’s hoping that you’ll keep edging him bc dear god you’re so beautiful and evil and wow your nails scratching down his stomach feels good.

 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 FAST. Like I said before, he’s all for getting you off quick and hard. He likes the feeling of his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he pistons into you with ruthless speed, likes the way it makes your body shake and bounce and sheen with sweat. He really likes being able to just fall asleep with you afterwards, so his goal is to tire out the both of you.

 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

 Ok, so here’s the thing- before you, most of his sexual history could be considered quickies. He didn’t like the idea of lingering too long after doing the do, so a quick fuck in the closet of a bar was his bread and butter. Remember: the quicker the better.

But since you, he’s decided that he’s good with both quickies and...slowies(?). If he’s feeling frisky while you both are out or just about to go out or in any sort of time crunch, he lets you know by coming up to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, gently pulling you back until you can feel his hardening cock against your backside. 

If you rest one of your hands on his forearm and squeeze it- then you’re not feeling it rn and he backs off (or excuses himself to take care of it bc he’s practical like that). If you lean back into him or turn your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek- it’s go time. Meet him in the bathroom, bc someone’s about to get their world rocked.

 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 JOe is fine with public sex as long as he knows/can predict who or what could possibly figure out what the two of you are doing. And even then, it’s going to be sneaky. You sitting on his lap with his dick in your pussy? Nice. pretending to lean over and whisper something to you while sitting at a booth (but actually fingering you? Dope.

He’ll basically go as far as you let him, but his big thing is not letting the two of you get caught by someone who will hold it over your ehad. Do’t fuck with his girl.

 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

 Two and a half rounds- he always starts with getting you off with his hands, thigh, tongue (that’s the half round), then he cranks out the next two fast and unwaveringly. Ideally, the outcome for him is two orgasms for him and three for you. Bonus points if he can wring four out of you, but he’s not going to push it.

 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

 Probably didn’t own any of his own, but if you have a vibrator or something he’ll definitely use it on you. Would probably consider letting you use it on him, but only once he’s used it on you a couple times.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 Not very much in terms of edging teasing, but verbally he can be very antagonistic. 

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

 Loud and proud, but tries to keep the sounds in for as long as he can. You can always tell when he’s close by how vocal he’ll become. Huge whiner whenever you suck his cock or give him a handjob, bc you are so perfect and wicked that it literally overwhelms him.

 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 Has at least one copy of the Kama Sutra. Bill gave it to him as a joke gift but Joe absolutely uses it for inspiration.

 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 Average length but girthy. He’s pretty proud of it. 

 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

 Pretty high, but something he can control. He knows it’s unrealistic to be able to fuck you whenever he wants (bc otherwise, you’d never leave his bed), so he’s able to channel that desire into anticipation for the next time he gets the chance to fuck you.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 SO FAST, OH MY GOD. But he doesn’t sleep long- it’s more like a power nap and then he wakes up and helps you clean up/cleans you up himself and then gets cuddly. Then he sleeps again. What a nerd.

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[kationella]

Is there a consistent through line between every strength arcana character. They honestly feel pretty random to me.

Let's see:

First, who are our Strenght Arcana so far?

Yuko Nishiwaki (P3), Koromaru (P3), Kou Ichijo (P4), Daisuke Nagase (P3) Caroline and Justine (P5). This Arcana has no character representation in P1 nor P2.

Cool. Spill some wisdom, Nyx Avatar.

The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed...

Yeah, we know that. Anything more specific?

Only with strength can one endure suffering and torment.

Now that's more like it.

See, when one first thinks about the Strenght Arcana, their thoughts go immediatly to their ability to pack a good punch or protect others. In this case, it may look a bit random. However, strenght isn't merely physical. There's also strenght of heart.

You may say "that's cool. But almost every Persona character has strenght of heart. That's why they have Personas." The difference is the same as willpower and strenght of heart. At least, in the Amala Multiverse. Here, willpower is the ability to do something. Strenght of heart is the ability to overcome something. It would be the difference between getting out of bed despite the fact that you're tired and getting out of bed knowing today is going to be a hard day. Sometimes these two mix to become an adrenaline rush.

Not every Strenght character has an identity crisis, since that's not what their storyline is about. They already know themselves and their situation pretty well, but are looking for inspiration to take that final jump to happiness once their hard decision comes. They don't need to be told to "be themselves". They already know how to do that and the only one who will decide who they are is themselves.

If Yuko was from any other Arcana, then surely her Social Link would have focused on any insecurities she may have about playing basketball, the bullying she sometimes recieves from other girls or her problems with her food intake. But no. She knows she eats much due to being active. She knows those girls are jerks. She knows she's good at basketball and it shouldn't affect her how others think. Yuko just wants to sort out her future plans. A bit of help to figure out where to go from here.

Koromaru is not Hachiko. He's far more intelligent. He knows the priest is dead and never coming back. He knows it's ok to kill a shadow threatening his shrine but not a human who might do the same. For some reason he knows how to use a knife (still can't get over the fact that SEES just strapped a knife to a dog). You only need to help Koromaru through the stages of grief as he mourns his previous owner in his own doggy way.

Kou alreadt had expectations of his birth parents being dead and his family favoring his sister. It was you who helped him take that final step to look info about his birth parents anyway and ask his family what they truly felt for him.

It was Daisuke who decided to speak to his ex and resolve their misunderstandings.

C&J follow the "attendants want to discover the human dimension" storyline. But I seriously doubt Akira knew that they needed to fuse to become themselves again. No. C&J realized the truth on their own after kicking the shit out of Akira and asked him to execute them.

In the end, you only gave them the push they needed to solve their problems themselves. These characters already have the strenght of heart and the courage to be themselves. They may be going through a rough emotional patch right now, so they need to take a break to figure out their future. They don't change anything about their personalities, sincw it isn't needed. Just how they approach their problem. You gave them a new perspective. Strenght is one of the few Arcana that give the impression they would have resolved their issues on their own given more time. They needed that extra push, tho.

You helped them realize "oh, yeah. I guess the solution really was obvious, huh? Gosh I'm so stupid, haha".

Thanks for the ask!

[bettysgay]

A lyric analysis of Sad Beautiful Tragic by Taylor Swift but it's about Hannigram

I'm not going over every lyric cuz of course they all don't fit and it repeats but stay along for the ride, this really hits all the marks for Hannigram and I think I broke halfway through.

"Long handwritten note deep in your pocket"

Immediately, the first line reminds me of Hannibal and his silly little handwritten letters, esp of course the one he sends to Jack after Bella's death, which is then given to Will.

"words, how little they mean when you're a little too late"

The second line is about when Will says he forgives Hannibal for everything. Hannibal struggles with how to deal with this and of course tries to get rid of this problem in his own cannibalistic way but we love our meow meow <3

"good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait"

For three whole years Hannibal sits in the BSHCI just waiting for Will to need him again because Will is the one thing in his life that he loves more than anything else. Fuck I feel lonely.

"cuz we had a beautiful magic love there"

*through sobs and sniffles* um yeah they did

"what a sad beautiful tragic love affair"

*bawling now* WHYYYY IS THIS SHOW CANCELLED WHYYYYY

"in dreams I meet you in warm conversation"

Idk if it's exactly warm conversation but Will's dreams about Hannibal, or the wendigo, or both just have to be mentioned with this lyric. And have I headcanoned that Will also dreams about Hannibal in a sweet way? maaaybe

"we both wake in lonely beds in different cities"

ok so this SCREAMS early s3 (even though Hannibal is with Bedelia at this time shussshhhh). I can just imagine Will missing Hannibal, alone in his house with nothing but a scar. And Hannibal, wandering around trying to find some echo of Will in another person (we all know who).

"and time is taking its sweet time erasing you"

gOD just thinking about Hannibal drawing Will over and over and over again while at the BSHCI just so he can keep his face memorized is painful. AND WHEN HE DOES IT WITH THE PAINTING IN FLORENCE AH. But time could never erase the marks they have left on each other, physical and emotional.

"and you've got your demons and darlin' they all look like me"

THE FUCKING WENDIGO SHDVAGDVGADFS. The way Hannibal fuses with Will's mental representation of evil and yet Will misses him and yearns for him GOD this fucking ship.

"distance, timing, breakdown, fighting"

The fucking season 2 finale. The way if they had met earlier in their lives maybe it would have been different. The way they betrayed each other in a way they knew would hurt the most, the way only divorced couples do. The way no matter how much Will denies it to himself, he knows he hates being without Hannibal. They aren't truly themselves without one another.

"what a sad beautiful tragic love affair"

GUYS IM CRYING AGAIN FUUUUCK THIS SHIP

anyways I hope you liked me slipping into madness and if you've seen any hannigram edits to sbt pls send them my way <333

[munstysmind]

ATLANTA PD - Maddison - An Original Story

WARNING/S: Mentions of assault, PTSD, nightmares, police, bruise, language

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

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After close to an hour, Maddie had finally calmed down and fallen asleep buried in Sebastian’s chest. He’s about to follow her into unconsciousness when there’s a loud banging on the front door.

He ignores it, hoping whoever it is will just leave. Unfortunately this isn't the case because about a minute later whoever it is bangs on the door again, much louder this time. It’s obvious they aren't leaving.

Determined not to wake her if it’s the last thing he does, he carefully untangles himself from her tiny body before gently placing her head on a pillow.

Whoever is at the door starts banging yet again and he nearly blows a fuse. If they wake her up he is going to completely lose his shit.

"Ok, ok. I'm coming" he grows, throwing on Maddie's giant dressing gown as he stomps to the front door, letting out a growl as whoever is at the door start banging yet again.

"For fucks sake, it two in the morning" he snaps as he yanks open the door. His stomach drops when he sees two Atlanta PD officers standing there.

"Evening sir" one of the officers says, his hands tucked in his vest

"Hi... um, is there a problem?" Sebastian asks, wondering why there’s two cops at his door

"We had a report of a disturbance at this address" the officer tells him

"What?!" Sebastian says, extremely confused what they’re talking about.

"We've received multiple calls about a woman screaming" the officer says making Sebastian’s heart sink as he puts two and two together.

"Oh god" Sebastian groans, rubbing his face. The neighbours must have heard Maddie's screams and called 911. He doesn't really feel like dealing with this right now but he doesn't have much of a choice.

"Sir, may we come in?" the officer says, not really asking at all.

"Yeah" Sebastian sighs, standing aside to let the officers in, brain scrambling to think of how he's going to explain the situation.

"Look, before you ask... yes, someone was screaming. It was Maddie, but I promise you she is OK" he tells them, closing the door behind him.

He realises pretty much instantly that saying this was a bad idea because he sees both officers body language change completely, like they're on alert.

"Sir, do you have any ID on you?"

"Uh yeah"

He goes to the entry table and takes his licence out of his wallet. He also gets Maddie's out of her purse just to be safe and hands them both to one of the officers who takes down their details before handing them back to him.

"Sir, what is your relationship to her?"

"She's family"

"Why was she screaming?"

"She was having a nightmare. She has PTSD"

"OK, and where is she now?"

"In her room"

"Can you please get her?"

"She's asleep"

"Then unfortunately we're going to have to ask you to wake her"

"Look, I know you've got a job to do but I'd really prefer not to. It's just taken me an hour to calm her down and get her back to sleep"

"I understand that but we have to confirm your story which means we need to speak with her. If not, we may have to take you in until we can"

Sebastian lets out a long frustrated sigh, this is the last thing he fucking needed.

"Fine, I'll wake her but fair warning she's going to be angry"

The male officer nods and they pair follow Sebastian to Maddie's room, standing just inside the door as he goes and sits on the edge of her bed.

She’s still curled up the way she was when he left her. He lets out a deep sigh, she looks so peaceful. He knows that that's about to change, she's about to be furious.

"Fuck Mads, I'm sorry" he whispers as he starts to rub her back. He’s found this is the best way to wake her without scaring her.

After a few minutes she starts to stir, quietly groaning as she returns to consciousness. When a slight frown appears on her face, he knows she's starting to become alert.

"Mads, you gotta wake up"

"mmmmm"

"That's it, come on"

"Why..."

"I'm sorry"

"Sleep..."

"I know you're tired but I really need you to wake up"

"What time is it?"

"2am"

She lets out a growl and rolls over, turning away from him in hopes that he will go away and leave her alone to sleep. He knows she's angry with him, he doesn’t blame her.

He gently weaves his hand into her hair and starts to massage her scalp causing her to angrily groan at him.

"Fuck off Sebastian!"

"You really do have to wake up Maddie, I'm sorry"

"Someone better be dead or you will be" she huffs, rolling onto her back and stretching out. She glares at Sebastian, rubbing her eyes before looking around the room.

"Why the fuck did you wake me?" she growls before her eyes almost come out of her head when she sees the two officers standing in her room. She quickly sits up, almost knocking Sebastian off the bed in the process as she starts to panic.

"Hey hey, it's OK" he says, hoping to reassure her

"Seb..." she whispers, her voice breaking as tears beginning to form in her eyes. He takes her face, gently forcing her to look at him and not the two police officers that are in her room.

"It's OK"

"Why are they here, what's going on?"

She's scared and confused. Her brain going to the worst possible scenario, that this has something to do with Travis, that he's found a way of getting to her without leaving New York.

"Hey, you're not in trouble. They just need to ask you some questions"

"But why..."

"I can't tell you"

"Sir, let's go into the living room" one of the officers says, trying to gets them separated so that they can confirm Sebastian's story.

"NO!"

"Hey, It's OK"

"I don't want you to go"

"I know... but I have to"

She looks at him, silently begging him not to leave her. He knows she's scared. He hates that this is happening, especially after he nightmare she's just had but they don't have a choice.

"Mads, it is OK, I promise"

She gives him a tiny smile and nods, trusting him that it really is OK like he says it is. He kisses the top of her head and gives her shoulders a gentle squeeze before he gets up.

She watches him leave the room with one of the officers before turning her attention to the one still in her room.

"Can I sit?"

"Yeah"

"Maddie, my name's Jo"

"Why are you here?"

"We had multiple reports of a distance, someone screaming. People thought someone was getting hurt"

"Oh... I'm sorry... had a nightmare... my ex..." she says looking down, trying not to cry

"OK, that's ok, you don't have to explain it. We just had to check, make sure your stories matched, that's all"

Maddie nods and brings her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. 

"How did you get that bruise?"

"What?"

"On your arm"

Maddie looks and sees the bruise on the inside of her upper arm that the officer is talking about

"Oh that, it's from work"

She got it a few days prior when she was grappling with John, Sebastian's stunt double, during some down time on set.

She had taken him down from a standing position but she somehow managed to trap her arm in the process. It’s nothing new though, she always has a few bruises from stunts on Supernatural.

"Nobody's hurt you?" the officer asks, something in her voice not sitting right with Maddie.

"What..." she says, confused. The office gives her a questioning look and she instantly puts pieces together. Her eyes go wide in shock and anger.

This woman thinks Sebastian hurt her. How dare she.

"NO"

"Are you sure?"

"YES, I'M SURE... SEB"

"OK, let's calm down, there's no need to yell"

"Calm down?! No, I don't need to calm down, you need to fuck off"

"Mads..." Sebastian says calmly, he's in the doorway with the other officer, they heard Maddie call out to him.

"No, she's asking if you hurt me"

"She's just doing her job Mads"

"I don't care. I want them to leave"

Sebastian can sense the anger and hurt radiating off Maddie. He knows she about ready to break and silently begs her not to lash out anymore than she already has.

He looks at the officer standing next to him who gives him a very sympathetic look. It’s clear that the officer knows they’re telling the truth, Maddie had a nightmare and that's why she was screaming.

"We'll get out of your hair" the officer tells them, motioning to his partner with his head to leave the room.

"Good" Maddie snaps, curling up in a ball and covering herself with the blankets, head included, as Sebastian follows the officers back to the front door.

"We're sorry for the misunderstanding. It was not our intention to upset anyone"

"Look, I get it, you were just doing you job"

"Please pass on our apologies"

"I will"

"We'll make a note in our report of the situation in case we get a call like this again"

"That would be great, thank you"

"Try to have a good night, again we're sorry for the upset"

"I'll do my best"

Sebastian lets out a frustrated groan, resting his forehead against the door as soon as it closes. He takes a few minutes to gather his thoughts before going back to Maddie's room to calm her down all over again. It’s going to be a long night.

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@littleone65

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 14

Word Count: 3,417

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders

Notes: Well, here we are onto another part of Bubble Wrapped. When we last left this story, our reader had just had a magical date with Matt Barzal. Will she stick with him of go looking for someone new to hook up. So I’m hoping the wrap this story up in a couple more parts. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all! Also sorry for posting this late. I’ll queue for tomorrow afternoon as well.

As soon as you said goodbye to Mat, you checked on how things were going at the hotel. Tomorrow would be another hectic day as the Canes would be moving out and the Islanders moving in, and you wanted to make sure everything was in order. By the time you got up to the suite, both Dougie and Svech were already upstairs in their room, though you found Joel over at the bar pouring himself a dram of one the most expensive whiskeys you had.

 “Don’t worry, you can bill me or I’ll have a bottle shipped here to replace it,” he said before taking a healthy swallow of the strong spirit.

 “I’m not worried about it. Pour me one if you don’t mind.”

 “Really? Never took you for a whiskey girl.”

 “My father taught me to appreciate it,” you told him taking the glass he offered, then sipping the amber liquid. “And well, this is something that should be appreciated. Sorry about the game.”

 “I’m not sure you are.”

 “And what does that mean exactly?”

 Joel eyed you suspiciously. “Please after that little scene downstairs. I’m sure you’ll be happy to be rid of us.”

 You knew that he had seen you with Mat. That he was taking it like this stunned you, for honestly, you thought Svech would be more of a problem than Joel. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it, you attempted to explain. “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Joel. We never promised anything or talked about anything more after that one night.”

 “I didn’t think we had to,” he said rather harshly, and you gave him a look of warning to keep it down knowing that Dougie and Svech were upstairs. “When you share something like we did, it sort of speaks for itself.”

 “Apparently, it doesn’t.” The look of hurt on his face sent a horrible twist in your gut. “I’m sorry Joel. I didn’t think that it was anything more than just a one-time thing for you.”

 He downed the rest of his whiskey, his fingers almost white as he gripped the crystal. “I guess that’s all it was for you.” You knew you’d been playing a dangerous game with these men. Which is why when you were with Mat tonight, you thought you needed to end it. This bubble would be over soon, and you knew you had some decisions to make.

 “I don’t know what you want me to say. You never asked me out. Mat did. It’s as simple as that.” You knew that really wasn’t a valid explanation but it was all you had. “Maybe if this,” you said motioning between the two of you. “Happened at a different time or a different place, but it didn’t.”

 His shoulders sagged and you could see the defeat not only from the game but you as well, in his eyes. “And now I’m leaving in the morning.”

 “Unfortunately, you are.”

 He released the glass, and moved from behind the bar, walking so that only inches separated the two of you. “Well, if you ever change your mind, let me know.” He grabbed your waist and hauled you close to his body before his lips came down on yours. The kiss was hard and punishing, one meant to leave a lasting impression and it did. There was part of you that just wanted to melt into him, but then you pushed him back, knowing that it wasn’t right when you had feelings for another. Well more than one person actually, and to throw someone else in the mix wasn’t right. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” With that he headed upstairs, leaving you to wonder if you’d ever see him again.

 You grabbed the glass of whiskey and downed the rest of its contents. The taste of the expensive alcohol lost on you. You stood by the bar wondering how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this predicament. For years you’d watched the bachelor or bachelorette wondering how their feelings could be so torn between two people in so little time. Now, you found yourself with that same dilemma. Your heart was already torn by three men and now it ached for Joel, though not in the same way it did for the other guys. You headed to your room, locking the door behind you. The last thing you needed was Svech coming to your door in the middle of the night.

 Sleep came easily, and by the time you woke in the morning the men were all packed and ready to go. You bid them all farewell, noting a hint of sadness in both Joel and Andrei, though you pushed it away and went on with your day. By the afternoon, thoughts of the Canes were starting to dwindle as you worked towards moving the New York based team into the hotel. You saw Mat wink at you, as room assignments were given, and butterflies started to churn in your stomach.

 They had a game that night, so you didn’t expect to see Mat at all. The knock on your door that evening was a surprise, and you barreled down the stairs to answer it. “Do you always answer the door in nothing but a t-shirt?” Mat asked.

 “Um…No. I actually forgot this was all I had on. I was just getting ready for bed, but I can go change.”

 “No. Don’t. I wasn’t complaining,” he told you as he finally stepped inside, and kissed your cheek. “Hope it’s not too late?”

 “It’s not.” It was then that you realized your hair was thrown up in a messy bun and you had absolutely not one drop of makeup on your face. “I’m just surprised you’re here after moving in and playing tonight. I thought you’d be exhausted.”

 Mat simply shrugged. “Not really, kind of keyed up from the win. Did you watch?”

 You had of course, but you were also watching the Stars and Tyler, or at least you had been until Mat knocked on your door. “Of course, you played well.” He had even though he didn’t score.

 “Thanks, I didn’t mean to bug you,” he told you glancing around the suite and taking everything in. “I just wanted to stop by and see you for a minute. You know…now that I’m in the building and all.”

 The two of you were standing at the door still somewhat awkwardly. Why did this man make you so nervous all of the sudden? “You’re not bugging. Did you want to stay for a while?”

 Mat had his hands in his pockets, almost as if he was trying to keep them from pulling off what little clothes you had on. “I’d like that.”

 “Have a seat. I’m just going to run upstairs, turn off the tv, and uh….” You motioned down to your attire or lack thereof. Mat stopped you though, right as you made a move to leave.

 “Seriously (Y/N), don’t change.” His hands went to your hips and he drew your body close to his. “You look sexy as hell like this, and that’s me telling you the truth. I’m not trying to make a move or something. We can just cuddle on the couch for a bit.”

 Your arms looped around his neck, enjoying the feel of his thick muscles there. “Ok.” You kissed him then, just sweet and tenderly, half hoping that it would turn into more, but Mat pulled away before that could happen and led you to the couch. He pulled you down onto his lap, curling your body into his.

 “I thought about this all day.” He confessed.

 “Did you?”

 “Mmmhmm.” His large hands began to caress your skin and you felt yourself melting into him. “So, what were you watching.”

 “I just had whatever game was on.”

 “Oh, watching the competition huh? Should I be worried?”

 “Maybe a little,” you teased though only partly considering you did have feelings for Tyler.

 “Oh, ok,” he scoffed a little. “Hand me the remote and let me see who my competition is.” It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you found yourself giving him the control to turn on the game.  The Stars were playing Calgary that night, in what appeared to be their final game of the series if the score was any indication. “Tell me you’re not talking to Tkachuk?” Mat seemed almost offended at the idea.

 “He’s a little young for me.” Matthew Tkachuk was older than Svech, though not by much. Had the opportunity ever presented itself you may have fallen in bed with the curly-haired forward, but couldn’t see anything lasting with him.

 “He’s not that much younger than me, but I like that he’s not on your radar. So, let me see who else do we have here.” You could see him watching each line change and knew that you needed to deter him before he guessed Tyler and you’d end up giving yourself away. “Is it Hanifin? He’s a year younger than me I think.” You grabbed the remote and clicked off the television. “Hey, what’d you do that for?”

 “Because I’m not going to spend all night having you guess about someone that isn’t here in this room with me.” You threaded your fingers through the longer locks at the nape of his neck. “Especially when we could be doing so many other things.” You pulled his mouth down on yours, kissing him hard and letting him know what you really wanted now that he was here.

 Mat read your cue perfectly. His tongue swept in and took control, ravaging your mouth and stealing you of your senses. He cupped both of your cheeks, practically fusing your lips to his in a breath-stealing kiss. The two of you stayed like that for some time, neither of you making a move to take it any further, but then you felt his hand slide down to your neck and over your back. The move was subtle and gentle, and Mat’s warm hand on your back had you leaning in even closer to his body; wanting and needing more. Before you knew it, you found yourself shifting, so that you straddled his hips.

 Mat’s hands stole under the hem of your shirt, to cup the globes of your ass, and a gasp left your lips causing the two of you to break apart. “I promised myself I wouldn’t take things this far tonight,” Mat whispered, his breathing harsh.

 “That’s a pretty big promise to make without even consulting me,” you teased, peppering him with kisses.

 “I just don’t want you to think that I’m only here for sex.” The look on his face, had you pulling back. “I meant what I said last night when I told you I want more.”

 You sat back on your haunches, still straddling him and feeling his erection growing. “I know Mat. Look, I can’t promise you anything…” His wounded puppy dog eyes were slowly killing you. “Yet. I still need time to think.”

 “I understand.” You weren’t entirely sure he did, for he looked like a lost puppy.

 “I can make you one promise though.” You tilted his chin up, which had fallen down in dejection moments ago. “While we’re here in Toronto, I won’t be with anyone else but you.”

 The sadness in his eyes left, replaced by a sparkle of hope. “That’s all I can ask.” Mat kissed you then, his tongue invading your mouth, swirling with yours. This time when his hands went to the hem of your shirt they didn’t stop until he had it off of your body, leaving you clad in nothing but a lacy thong. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands glided up your sides until they reached the undersides of your breasts. He cupped them both, squeezing and kneading the flesh in his hands, as your back arched into his palms. Mathew’s lips traveled down your collarbone, only stopping once he had one nipple between them. You moaned into the room, clutching at his scalp as he sucked and nibbled on the little peak.

 Your hips started to rock back and forth against Mat’s, feeling his erection grow against you. “Where’s the bedroom?” Mat hissed out lifting both of your bodies off the sofa. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively. “I’m not taking you on some couch again.”

 You softly chuckled at him. “Upstairs, on the right.” He was taking the stairs two at a time as if you weighed no more than a feather. You clutched at his neck dropping kisses to his face and collarbone along the way. Once he entered your bedroom, he slammed the door shut. “No one else is here…” You meant to tell him that there was no need to shut the door, but then he pinned you against it, his hips thrusting into yours and you moaned out.

 Mat kissed you long and hard, stealing your breath away. You could feel yourself growing wet with desire as your tongues mated together, mimicking what your bodies wanted to do. Mat finally pulled away, his eyes darting around the room in search of the bed. Once he located it, he carried you over to it, laying you down gently while his body hovered over yours. “You’re so damn beautiful.” You reached for him then, bringing his lips to yours, just needing to kiss him again. Mat’s kisses were intoxicating. They made you feel as if they were only meant for kissing you and damn if that didn’t feel amazing. But then they were gone, though still on your body making their way down to your breasts, before continuing on to your core.

 He slid your panties off and spread your legs, as he dropped kisses all around your pussy, evading that one place you yearned to have him kiss. Mat stripped off his shirt before kneeling in front of you and sliding you to the edge, so he could work his way up your inner thigh. You leaned up on your elbows watching, as a smirk crossed his face; a devilish grin transforming him into a kid that had been caught opening his Christmas presents early, right before his lips found your clit. “Ooohh,” you moaned out, your head falling back and your arms trembling with an effort to hold your upper body up, as his mouth did unholy things to you.

 “You like that baby?” Mat asked and you could feel him grinning against your cunt. His tongue flattened against you before you could answer and all you could do to reward him was moan out his name. You fell back against the bed, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

 “Fuck,” you hissed out, one hand threading into his locks and encouraging him to continue. His tongue was like magic, as he licked and sucked at your core. You couldn’t help your hips lifting up into him, as sensation after sensation started to rip through your body. Mat held you down with one strong arm across your midsection, still working his mouth over you. Pressure from his splayed hand on your mons rocketed through your body and you thought you were going to explode then and there, but then Mat dipped his finger inside you, only in to his first knuckle while he lapped at your clit. You were teetering on the edge, ready to break at any second but Mat wasn’t ready for that just yet. He removed his finger, coated with your wetness, and spread it all over your pussy.

 “You’re so damn wet, baby. Do you know what that does to me? How hard it makes me.” Fuck you loved it when he said things like this. His finger dipped back inside, this time all the way and you groaned out at how good it made you feel. He pumped it in and out of you a few times before adding another. “You’re so tight. Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby.” God, you wanted it. You wanted him to just thrust his dick inside you and fuck you for the rest of your time in the bubble. Maybe it was your hips thrusting into his hand or maybe Mat was just taking pity on you, but the next thing you knew his tongue was back on your clit and you were shattering beneath him. Your pussy convulsing around his fingers as they worked you through your orgasm.

 Mat gave you a second to recover, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes as you caught your breath. When you finally did, you made your way up the bed a little more, Mat chasing you as he hovered over your body. He kissed you, as you sunk back against the pillows; tasting yourself on his lips. His cock nudged at your entrance, and you bent your knees to give him easier access into you. Mat took his time sliding into you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. When he was buried balls deep inside you, he moaned into your mouth, loving how your pussy clenched around him. You hooked one of your legs around his hips so that he pressed even deeper into your core, only then did he release your lips. “Are you trying to kill me?” All you could do was grin up at him before he flexed his hips and started to move. You were lost then, floating on a cloud that pushed you closer to that slice of heaven that seemed to only be found when he was inside you.

 The two of you moved as one, and all that could be heard in your bedroom was the sound of your bodies coming together mixed with your moans. Mat couldn’t control himself, he knew he was close to climaxing inside you, yet he pushed himself to bring you to that brink with him; driving into you with a force he knew that would bring you pleasure. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he wedged his hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit, with the right amount of pressure that drove you wild. That was all it took. Your back arched, your legs trembled, and your pussy quivered around him as the orgasm hit you. At the first sign of you cumming, Mat was done, so far gone in his own climax he couldn’t think straight.

 His body still shivered from the force of the orgasm, as he rolled to his side taking you with him. You laid there staring into his eyes as he gazed back at you. “Can you stay or do you need to go back to your room?”

 “Oh, I can stay, as long as you want me.” His hand was idly stroking your hair as you drew lazy circles on his chest, so content and at peace just being there with him.

 “Of course, I want you to stay.” There was nothing you wanted more than to lay just like this in his arms for the rest of the night and into tomorrow. You felt him get a bit more comfortable, shifting you ever so slightly so that your head was now on his chest where you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

 “Well, then it looks like you got me.” You didn’t need to look at him to see the smile on his face. It was the same one that graced yours.

 As you lay there listening to Mat’s heartbeat you could feel yourself drifting off. “We should set the alarm,” you mumbled. “My phone is on the nightstand.” Mat grabbed it and went to hand it to you, but you were too sated to be bothered. “Just set it for whatever time you need up at.”

 Mat looked at the phone then and noticed the two missed calls and a voicemail there, both from the same number. He looked down at you resting on his chest, almost asleep. He should tell you, he really should, but then that ugly green-eyed monster reared its head and he found himself deleting both the calls. He waited until you were in a deep enough sleep before listening to the voicemail. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself. Mat now knew Tyler was his competition and there was no way he was going to let him win this game, even if it meant he had to play a little dirty.  

[harmoni-me]

hi! wanted to tell you that i absolutely love your writing skills, it’s so different from the others that i've read and it makes me feel so warm inside. keep up the good work! i'm really looking forward to seeing more

if you don’t mind, i'd like to request for a poly nagito x sweetheart reader x kokichi where they’re still in the crushing/pining stage and being confused about their sexuality. thank you, have a good day/night!💙

Phew! I finally did it! My fingers kinda hurt from typing all this haha! But I loved the request a lot! I played around with the concept you gave me as well, so it’s a story that branches out into multiple styles of writing. I do have to warn you though, goodness is this one long! But I hope you enjoy it all in the same! <3

I’m so sleepy lol 

quick trigger warning beware! : There is a scene in this where a character goes through mental hysteria that contains some panic attack like symptoms. If you are sensitive to that writing, please, skip the the fluffy scene that if used for comfort right after :) (Or just don’t read it at all, don’t worry! Harmoni understands!)

Nagito Komaeda x Sweetheart Reader x Kokichi Ouma! Pt. 1

Also can we just talk about this gif? It makes me so happy...This artist is so good too like WHOA! Check them out! 

“No…“

“1, 2, 3, 4-“

“NO-“

“5, 6, 7, 8!” Nagito finished, moving the silver, dog-shaped play piece across the board in rhythmic taps.

“NOOOO! BOARDWALK, NAGITO?! FUCKING BOARDWALK?!” Kokichi shrieked in a fit of rage, slamming his Panta drink onto the table, while standing up and causing an absolute fit.

Nagito was chuckling at the enraged boy, who was now standing on the kitchen counters, stomping in pure fury. Kokichi was a huge brat. A clingy, competitive, always-begging-for-something, whole-hearted brat. Though, Nagito would have to admit that he could never stay mad at Kokichi, in fact, he would have to say that he barely gets mad at him. Ever. He reminded the white-haired boy of a playful puppy, bounding and bucking happily when getting what it wants. It made Nagito’s heart melt, evaporate, then simply melt again, even when he was a cursing mess stomping on the granite countertops, getting scratches all over it.

“Woah! Nagi, that’s amazing! You got Boardwalk really early in the game, that’s so cool!” You smiled, while also laughing at Kokichi’s ferocious cursing as ambiance. Your smile drove Nagito’s attention away from the angered boy, and his heart went through overdrive once he saw your sweet smile, radiating so much contagious joy. It’s almost as if he was on a roller coaster that contained a different track each and every time he rode it. One minute, his heart would be doing loops, and the next, it excitedly go up again.

. . .

Now, this is where the problem begins. Well, the one of three problems that plague the three individuals all playing a simple game of Monopoly on a Sunday night. This is Nagito’s problem: Whenever he has an effect on Kokichi, making him oh-so-lovable in his eyes, his heart swells and fills his chest to the brim. Oh, was this feeling that was so incredibly foreign to him feel so wonderful when it dawned upon him for the first time.

Nagito could always draw the memory back within his vision in surreal detail. Kokichi and Nagito were loitering in the hallways of Hope’s peak, with the shorter purple-haired boy dragging the pale, frizzy haired boy by the hand to apparently “Conjure up the biggest most awesome-est prank Hope’s Peak has every witnesses since built into existence”. Honestly, how could Nagito say no to something that holds so much potential hope and despair, all contained in one big gift-wrapped surprise of a prank on the whole school?

After planning for a few hours, Kokichi seemed to have a fuse broken in his brain due to thinking about a truly fool-proof plan. The somewhat drowsy prankster reached into his schoolbag and pulled out two twin bottles of grape Panta, sliding one over to an unsuspecting Nagito. The purple plastic bottle bonked into Nagito’s forearm, knocking the bottle down from the force.

“Nehehe, I guess you really are the Ultimate Lucky student, huh? It just so happens I packed an extra today, Shamrock! Make it up to me sometime soon, okaaaaay?” Kokichi giggled, teasing the lanky, somewhat socially-awkward Nagito who was sitting across from him on a desk within a totally abandoned classroom. Nagito thanked the other, though, Kokichi really couldn’t respond due to being in the middle of chugging his favorite carbonated drink.

Nagito turn to his own bottle. He wasn’t the biggest fan of old-fashioned artificial grape flavored things, but it wasn’t the worst. Plus, it would be quite rude to refuse a drink from a friend, right? So the white haired boy simply picked up the bottle, and twisted the cap off, as per usual etiquette of opening a soda bottle.

Splash

It didn’t take too long until Nagito knew what was going on. The drink had exploded everywhere. The bottle of soda was basically empty by the end of the grape-geyser showcase, and poor Nagito was left drenched in purple, sticky, sugary liquid. The drink already was starting to dry into a thin, sweet crust on his skin, making the boy on a whole other level of uncomfortable. Though, it was kind of expected that Kokichi would be absolutely laughing his butt off in the moment, sounding like some sort of hysteric hyena mixed with a duckling quacking at some breadcrumbs. It was a laughable sight, no doubt, Nagito literally looked like the embodiment of a sad, wet dog.

But then Kokichi settled down after a bit, controlling his breathing from the pathetic sight. After doing so, he got up out of his seat, and knelt down to scrummage through his bag, revealing a regular branded water bottle. He then made his way over to Nagito, and without hesitation, sat himself on his soda-soaked lap.

“Aww, really going for that kicked puppy look, are you now? Well, since I’ve had all my laughing fun from this, I guess it’s only natural that I help you out, hm? Or would you rather just stay just like this? Oh, now, I wouldn’t mind it if we did…though it seems your eyes beg to differ…well in that case, let’s clean you up, shall we?” Kokichi hummed, teasing the ever living daylights out of the wet and miserable boy.

Kokichi then did something that made Nagito’s heart pound harder than it ever had before. The teasing boy reached behind his neck, untying his beloved checkered bandana. He then carefully opened the water bottle, and poured the contents onto the fabric. Once ensuring it was thoroughly soaked, Kokichi started to wash off as much of the stickiness he could. to Ruffling Nagito’s hair, from gently washing his pale cheeks, which were now sprinkled with specks of rose, and finally gliding the cloth along Nagito’s clothes and hands.

A few things in Nagito’s mind had clicked into place after Kokichi had handled him with the care equal to that of a lover. Well, ironically, Nagito had caught feelings for his tiny little prankster brat of a friend. Was it a huge surprise? Not really, based on the track that Nagito was on.

Another piece of the puzzle had snapped: Kokichi was a a guy. That was something really to think about. Never had Nagito found men attractive, but…

Finally, the last, and most worrying puzzle piece out of them all: Kokichi wasn’t the only one he has fell for. His heart has become torn in that moment, with every day becoming more of a wrestling match to the death rather than a silly tug-of-war between feelings. The other side of his heart was unsure, and fell for another person that had lifted him up through his lowest lows, supporting him like a much needed pair of crutches when having a sprained ankle.

And that person, was you.

. . .

“Ok ok ok ok ok! Listen here you little damn shamrock you!” Kokichi huffed, now sitting back on the ground, leg crossed, “You and I both know that I have Park Place, right? Right! Now, my dear little clover, I want to make a deal with you, if you will?” Kokichi smirked with evil intent clear within his irises.

“Ooo! Deals! Nagi, I think you should listen to Kichi, making profitable partnerships is pretty much his specialty.” You giggled, basically becoming Kokichi’s personal little advocate. He let out a quick “Yeah, what she said!”, causing Nagito to laugh and nod, gesturing for an explanation of the deal.

“Well, personally, my little clover, I feel like we should team up, you know? We could completely dominate over sweet our little gumdrop over there, making them drop to their knees in submission to us. You know, I have a feeling you and I both would enjoy it...” Kokichi shuffled a little closer to the platinum blonde, voice dropping, “We could rule them over together, as equals, or even make them surrender if they ever have the chance-“

“Sure! Though, you should probably get out of jail first.” Nagito chuckled, making the other boy grumble.

“OH YOU-“

“Heeeeey! I wanna join in too! It sounds like you guys are having fun and stuff, while I’m all alone…” You puffed out your cheeks, sadness dripping in your voice.

Both of the boys shot up to look at your somewhat downcast features, and oh, how it wreaked their hearts in one fell swoop.

Kokichi automatically shot up from his position, puffing out his chest in preparation for a new speech.

“O-ok! New deal! We ALL join evil forces TOGETHER, and absolutely destroy the game with all of our property, while reaping in the greedy rewards of the capitalist regime!” Kokichi loudly proclaimed, chuckling at the end of his new deal.

You gasped, “Deal! Deal! Taking over a money-based board game with my two favorite people ever will always be a yes for me!” You laughed, smiling at the thought of the three of you taking over Hollywood streets with a pose of limos, while using bags stuffed with pure cash as weapons made it ten times funnier.

Kokichi smiled, resting his hands behind his head, “Yeah! Let’s end it here and just say that we kicked so much millionaire ass that we now have control over the whole economy!”

. . .

This is the second problem, Kokichi is so undeniably confused. About what? About himself. He was sure as all hell about how he felt about you, he always went soft and squishy for you, and not to mention he would be extra clingy when it had to do with you. Headpats? Common, and always appreciated. Cuddles? Been there, done that with you.

But, then there was Nagito. Kokichi would never say this out loud, but he thought that Nagito was so…pretty. And god, Kokichi was a huge sucker for pretty people. Though, once he realized that his feelings didn’t go to just one person, that’s when he started to panic.

He had to take in multiple things at once, trying to accept it all at once, but it was just so incredibly difficult. He has spent the whole entirety of his life to perfect the art of lying, and one thing that he learned constantly manipulated his own mind and thought process, tearing it into metaphorical shreds.

In order to pull out a lie that everyone can believe, you have to lie to yourself, and proclaim your own illusion of your truth.

Did Kokichi want to believe he was immensely attracted to Nagito, who just happened to be a guy? No, he really didn’t. It wasn’t normal.

Did Kokichi want to believe that he had fallen so fucking in love with two of his closest friends? Hell no. In society, you had to pick and choose, it’s one or the god damn other.

Right?

One night, all of these feeling and thoughts rushed into the boy’s conscious all at once, building immense pressure within his head and chest. Was this a nightmare, or-

Suddenly, his throat started to close up on him, making him gasp out in agony, wheezing on the covers of his bed, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.

Instinct kicked in within the speed of light. Kokichi shakily reached over to his phone, grasping onto it, and quickly set up a group call. Almost immediately, the two people he was panicking over had picked up.

“Hello? Kokichi? Is there anything you need?” A raspy voice rang out. It seems as if Nagito was awoken by the sudden calling.

“Yeah, Kichi? Is there anything wrong?” You softly spoke through the phone. It calmed Kokichi a little just hearing the two of you guy so worried over him.

“I-I know It’s out of the blue-“ Kokichi gasped for air “B-but can you guys please come over?”

And oh boy, did you and Nagito get there in record time.

After just a mere ten minutes, you and Nagito were outside of Kokichi’s bedroom door, and the both of you could hear the desperate hiccups and gasps of your poor friend.

The both of you had no doubts, nor questions. You just wanted the struggling boy to feel safe.

“We’re coming in.” You said, affirming your actions with light knocking on the bedroom door.

When the both of you came face to face with a Kokichi with puffy red eyes, clutching his heaving chest, and thick tears rolling down his face, it felt like the both of you just got shot in the heart, the weight of it sinking down into the stomach, emitting a feeling that could only be described as pure pity. But the two of you automatically got to work.

Sooner rather than later, You and Nagito were cuddling Kokichi from either side, supporting him, as well as being his shield for protecting his small, delicate frame from his own cruel thoughts. You had started to run your fingers through Kokichi’s hair, causing his breaths to become fuller, and not nearly as hitched. Nagito also wanted to contribute in his own way, so he decided to mindlessly draw messy shapes and squiggles into Kokichi’s side, hoping that what he was doing would be of any help.

After only a mere five minutes, Kokichi had passed out from exhaustion, but the two of you kept on doing what you were doing, wanting for the boy in-between you two to have sweet dreams about all of what he desires all night long.

Kokichi has never let go of that memory, and never will for the rest of his life, and it’s a constant reminder on how much he had lied to himself. He actually wanted the truth out of something for once in his life, and that was how long it would be in order for the loves of his life to live without restraint of societal chains. Whenever it was, he would always be ready. Always, with arms as open as the horizon.

. . .

“Why in the world are we watching Big Hero 6 again? Didn’t we watch this, like, a month ago?” Kokichi trudged from the microwave, to the plush couch, bowl of buttered popcorn in hand.

“(Y/N) wanted to watch it, is there a problem?” Nagito tilted his head, holding the remote, about to press play. You were bouncing in anticipation, because this movie was just never a disappointment.

“Hm, well, I GUESS there’s nothing wrong with it….just don’t be surprised when you hear me snoring.” Kokichi huddled up beside you, placing the bowl of popcorn on you lap.

“I deem you the popcorn peacemaker! Your job is to make sure no one’s being a pig.” Kokichi snickered, while you giggled at your new role in life.

“Nagi? You like popcorn, right? Here!” You placed the bowl on his lap, causing him to smile.

“Hey, HEY! NO! That means I have to reach my WHOLE ARM over to to Lucky boy, JUST SO I CAN GET SOME POPCO-“

“Sh sh sh! The movie is starting!” You giggled, shushing the purple haired boy, while you heard a little chuckle from the white haired boy who was next to you.

. . .

The last problem was you. Your heart bubbled up in joy whenever you where around these boys, making your face erupt like a volcano whenever something slightly suggestive is aimed at you when it has to do with either one of them. You liked both of them, a lot, and you gave everything in order for the three of you to flourish in bountiful friendship. Yeah, that’s the problem, it was friendship.

Oh, how desperately you wished that everything could be easy! If life were like an infinite rolling of crashing waves, things would be flawless, predictable even. Unfortunately, life really likes to give you the short end of the stick, and this was honestly one of the shortest sticks someone like you would have never asked for. The loving of two men, both equally, and having an intense desire to treat them as lovers. What would they do as lovers? Where would they go as lovers? The questions and possibilities are endless…

The only time where you felt as if the friendship could’ve resembled anything somewhat romantic, was a summer evening trip to the beach.

The water was the perfect temperature, the ocean was as clear as glass, and the sand didn’t burn the soles of your feet. The boy’s were in their swimming trunks, having their own little fun. Nagito was afraid of getting to deep into the ocean, so you always stayed in the shallow end, trying to capture as many tiny fishes as you could with your bare hands.

Kokichi insisted that him and Nagito bury you in sand, leaving your head poking out of a sandy little cocoon. When the sun started to set, you got some supplies that you brought, and lit the fire that the group planned to create. Everyone gathered around it, cooking hot dogs on sticks, and crafting tasty s’mores that we fed each other.

One could say that that night might be the most casual and platonic friend trip ever, but something was off.

Everyone looked at each other differently that night. When looking into their eyes, it was oddly intimate. It was like all of the stars in the night sky reflected off their eyes conveyed so much...love.

That night, you felt so adored, so cherished and cultivated to the brim of your existence. You felt something, and maybe the other boy’s did too, but that feeling has changed your life.

Thanks to these stupid boys; These stupid boys that you’ve given so much to, you don’t think you could ever love any other.

One you’ve helped get out of a terrible degradation cycle, another you’ve helped to not lie to himself, and not as much to others.

And thanks to your down to earth humility, your heart has been stolen, and it was going to stay taken by those lovely, unique boys who have helped you out of so many ditches, and so many of life’s cracks and dents. God, how could you not fall?

Their lives were precious to you, but you had no idea how they would feel about an actual relationship, so you’ve always been terrified. Petrified and paralyzed to the bone to ever think of what may happen if you were the cause of the fracture of the friendship. You didn’t want to ruin something that has taken so long to build, yet can be torn all down due to a selfish desire.

But, maybe, just maybe, if they went to you first, confessed everything that was bottled up inside, dittoed on how you felt…

Then you might just be the luckiest person to live on this earth, there’s no doubt about that.

[lostonehero]

Becoming less human

It was a week after the near end of the world by two men who had good intentions but no common sense. The teams Aqua and Magma merged and started on trying to help without the use of extreme measures. Both teams thankfully were pardoned and nobody died, but the orbs the orbs were absorbed into both leaders flesh, and as far as anyone knows nothing came of it except the two leaders getting together.

Maxie gave a frustrated sigh as he tried to put his shoe on again, for some reason it felt too small. He was 35 he was well past growing stuck at 5ft 5in for the rest of his life. He never complained though his height never defined him, and he could beat Archie in a fist fight no problem, growing up in a orphanage where everyone hated would make someone tough. Granted Archie would never admit to loosing, well it wasn't like anyone would belive Maxie either to the world he was a weak skinny nerd. He wore the long sleeves and stocking to cover up scars from past abuse he didn't want to show the world.

"Leader Maxie? I mean Maxie." Tabitha stutters out.

Maxie sighs "Archie isn't in here Tabitha." He heard a sigh of relief as his former admin walked in. "And I told you you didn't have to stay, you can get a better job and not be stuck with the crazy man who almost ended the world." He cursed under his breath again and tossed his shoes to the side.

"Le- Maxie I want to help with your new vision, and even if it involves Aqua what you have drawn out is pretty amazing sir...." he trails off as he watches Maxie. "Sir are you alright."

Maxie sighs. "I think I must of hurt my feet and they are swollen my shoes seem too tight." His feet look perfectly fine except for his nails that look like they are turning black.

"Oh I see do you want me to call for a doctor?"

"No Tabitha I'm fine I'll just steal Archie's shoes he left here." Maxie sighs seeing Tabitha scowl at the former Aqua leader. "I don't need you judging my love life Tabitha."

Tabitha huffs. "You can do better sir."

"Tabitha I appreciate the sentiment but I'm pretty hated right now."

"W-well you are still liked."

"I know you have feelings for Matt, and besides I'm 10 years older then you and Courtney so my answer would still be no."

Tabitha tries to hide his red face, Maxie knew him too well at this point. "R-Right sir uh today is your day off I came to remind you no work."

Maxie curses under his breath Tabitha knew him well as well. "Right very well then I think I'll visit Archie."

Tabitha sighs but didn't argue he knew Maxie wouldn't overwork himself around that pirate.

.......

"If you keep staring at your hands I will smack the back of your head Archie." Shelly huffed

Archie was in casual clothes and nit his wet suit today. He felt naked without it on, but fir some reason his gloves couldn't go all the way down, and it seemed as if the webbing on his fingers had gotten deeper and his nails longer. He kept thinking back to the blue orb absorbing into his skin filing his blood with ice and the legendary beast staring at him seemingly to say "you survived you'll be rewarded" he really didn't know why that was in his head. He even asked Maxie about it and he said the same thing when in regards to his encounter.

"Archibald you're boyfriend is here." Shelly sneered rolling her eyes.

Archie sighs and gives a look to Shelly and she just raises her hands and left. Archie knew Shelly hated Maxie, and he knew Shelly didn't approve but he made him happy.

"Archie? Are you alright." Maxie asks as he plops down into a chair wearing longs sleeves and pants.

Archie frowns he knew the real reason why Maxie covered up and hell it had been only a short time but he wish he could see more of him more often then the bedroom. He shook his head. "I don't know I couldn't put on my gloves today."

Maxie leans back. "Funny I couldn't put on my shoes today I had to wear yours, well the pair you forgot to get when Courtney chased you put of my bedroom."

Archie grimaced at the memory but looked confused. "Maxie I'm like three sizes bigger then you how have you not tripped?"

"They fit perfectly." Macie says calmly but his shaking hands gave him away. "Is this the reward." He whispered fear lacing his tone.

Archie has never seen Maxie truly scared, sure he had startled him but the man was ready to punch him in the face rather then run away. His nerves were starting to eat away at his confidence. "I-i don't know Max. Are we taking there place?"

Maxie shivers. "I never wanted that, I don't think I could stand to loose you now." He frowns. "Could I stay with you tonight...." he trails off.

Archie nods frowning, Maxie never asked he always just stayed and was so dominate in his ways. He decided he didn't like seeing Maxie scared. "Have you gone back to..." he didn't finish his sentence when Maxie looked him in the eye.

"Yes once, it was for closure to make sure they were gone...." he stopped seemingly recalling something. "I heard something though."

"What?"

"Uh I think you've been blessed by the gods your body will change to accept it.... I thought I was just hearing things." He looked down biting his lip.

Archie sighs and looks at Maxie. "I don't want to talk about this anymore..."

"Neither do I." Maxie gets up and offers Archie his hand. "Shall we get some ice cream and try to forget with bad movies."

Archie smiled softly nodding getting up. "Aye that sounds great."

.....3 months later.....

Maxie tried to wrestle Archie's shoes onto his feet but he had little to no luck, it's been months and he was comfortable wearing them this was like being a teenager in a growthspurt all over. "Fuck this!" he threw the shoes across the room and finally noticed his pants were short that doused his frustration with fear.

Archie rushed in right out of the shower his towel haphazardly around his waist. "Maxie are you alright."

Maxie in a quiet voice. "My pants are too short and slightly tight."

Archie furrows his brow and actually looks down and to his astonishment Maxie was right. "I know you've gained weight Maxie, but uh you gained height."

Maxie sighs. "I thought it was I eating more I gained weight, and I didn't mind that but.... but " he stops and takes a deep breath. "Archie we never did stop did we?"

"My legs aren't fusing if that's what your asking." Archie tried to joke but he was starting to get scared too.

Maxie sat down on the bed. "I need to get new clothes." He sighs laying down. "We probably should tell Steven."

Archie frowns and moves to lay down next to him. "Maybe we should start with our former admins, or current ones they really never stopped doing their jobs."

"I don't know which one would be worse." Maxie chuckles covering his face. "Tabithia and Courtney will be the worse mother hens."

"You think that's bad Matt once carried me to bed when I had the sniffles." Archie gives a small laugh.

"When did our lives get so messed up? Wait don't answer that I know why." Maxie huffs looking at Archie.

Archie couldn't hold it in and started to laugh.

Maxie threw a pillow at him.

..... 6 months later......

Archie frowns looking at the large blanket Matt bought for him and Maxie. "Is this really necessary? Maxie only grew 6inches."

"Bro you need to think long term, you're changing too." Matt puffs out his chest. "Even if you become another kyoger I want to make sure you're warm."

Archie sighs scratching his beard. "I don't think that's what I'm becoming Matt, but uh thanks." Matt was like his brother, he was just a tad over protective.

Matt shakes his head. "No matter what happens Archie I will be by your side no matter what."

Archie smiles softly. "Thanks Matt, but uh I think we are good on blankets, Maxie is like a furnace..."

"Does he have a fever, I know I was rude and mean when you started dating but he really loves you can I help?" Matt rattles off

Archie chuckles. "No Bro like how my body temperature lowered Maxie's went up."

"Ohhh ok so you guys cancel each other out just like them. Maybe they are dating too."

Archie covers his face with his hands trying to get that image put of his head as Matt rattles on about the many plans he has to help.

.....4 months later.....

"This is insulting at this point." Archie huffs laying on his stomach.

Maxie matching Archie's position. "I didn't want a tail either but here we are. It's not even fully formed yet and it's so sensitive." He sighs. "I honestly thought you would be upset because I'm taller then you now."

"Not gonna lie Max that kinds of turns me on." Archie chuckles hearing Maxie scoff.

"We aren't even entirely human anymore and you are thinking about bedroom activities." He tries and fails to look offended. "I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind Archie but I want to wait till we are done changing."

"Agreed, so how are your feet doing I know they were killing you." Archie hums trying to keep conversation to distract from the pain.

Maxie looks away. "Scales and bone spur on my heel...they feel a lot better but I'm worried I might hurt you while we sleep."

Archie has wide eyes. "Matching your claws."

Maxie looks back raising his brow. "Seriously Archie? What about your neck?"

"Gills got matching ones on my waist as well, I don't need my wetsuit anymore." He smiles.

Maxie smiles "swimming with Bruce is in your future right." He grimaced as a soft crack is heard. "F-fun with your p-pokemon."

Archie held onto Maxie's hand. "Its ok you don't need to be tough around me I love you."

Maxie held on tightly to Archie's hand. "I love you too." It was the first time they exchanged those words.

....1 month later....

Archie was chasing down Maxie with a bucket of soapy water. "Maxie I swear to arceus that you need to stop you're shedding let me help."

"Fuck off Archie, and leave that fucking hell brush in the trash." Maxie growls a red glowed from his eyes.

"Maxie it's just a brush stop being a baby." Archie tries to tackle him but misses. "I swear I will call Courtney and Tabitha."

"You wouldn't dare." Maxie hisses.

"I would you human lizard just get in the medicated bath." Archie crosses his arms.

Maxie grumbles and walks back to the large bath with bubbles and a medical oder he hated. He got in crossing his arms. "Only because I don't want them to see me naked again."

Archie sighs and begins to scrub softly at Maxie's scales helping them shed. "Look I don't like this either but I refuse to be covered in your shed again. I don't care if we are still changing you will take a bath when you shed."

Maxie scowls. "You don't have to baby me Archie. You know why I don't like baths."

Archie pauses. "I know Max, but you'll feel better we both know that. I'm sorry but I don't want the shower spray to hurt you like last time when you first shed."

Maxie looks away and nods. "I know I know, could you.... maybe uh come in with me?"

Archie chuckles and plops into the bath with Maxie splashing him.

Maxie spits out the soapy water at Archie. "You know what I changed my mind get out."

Archie laughs harder. "Love you too Maxie."

......1 year later....

Maxie was sitting at his desk Archie was late to their meeting, Tabitha and Courtney were both waiting along with Shelly and Matt. It was an uncomfortable silence. Maxie tapped his claw against the wood not realizing he was creating a small hole. "He's the one who called the damn meeting why is he running late."

Tabitha sighs knowing Maxie's temper was high by the smell of burning coming from his tail that slapped the floor in annoyance. "Maxie he probably forgot something."

"We share a home Tabitha he seemed perfectly put together." Maxie glares at Matt who looked guilty.

Matt Maxie knew was awful at keeping secrets and a glare from Maxie was enough to set him off. "ARCHIE IS GOING TO PROPOSE." Matt yells breaking all tension. "I promised I wouldn't tell but I just can't. He is late because the ring is taking longer to make then he realized." He covers his face in shame.

Shelly curses. "Fucking hell Matt he told us in confidence."

"I know I know but Maxie looks so upset." Matt whimpers

Shelly groans and leans back.

Courtney was laughing softly a rare sound.

Tabitha gave a look to Matt saying you're on the couch tonight.

Maxie slams his hands on the table startling everyone. "That fucking bastard" he gets up quickly. "I already bought a fucking ring."

The four stared at Maxie connecting the dots and everyone realized that maybe that their collective bosses were both actually so deeply in love they had the same idea.

At that moment Archie walked in hearing Maxie yell. "You bought a ring?"

"Of course I did you dumb pirate I love you." Maxie huffs. "I was waiting for the full moon because you like the moon's reflection on the water."

Archie looks like he was about to cry. "Maxie I love you so much woukd you marry me?"

Maxie threw his own black box at Archie. "Make an educated guess you college graduate."

Archie burst out laughing and runs to tackle Maxie into a hug. "Damn right Maxie I will marry you."

"And I will marry you Archie." Maxie smiles

[im-totally-not-an-alien]

Final Fantasy prompts #48

1. Jenova moms Cloud, but he doesn't realize it's Jenova.

Everyone else recognizes her in all her purple tentacly glory, but say nothing because Cloud hasn't looked this happy in years. Maybe its OK to let him live a lie, if only for a little while...

Also, they're kinda afraid of her

2. "Why do you live all the way out in the sticks?" Cid growled, munching on an unlit cigarette.

"Cause I can do this." He said, before whistling and promptly falling onto his back.

"What the hell are you even doing-" Cid began before they were both swarmed by dogs.

Big dogs, medium dogs, fluffy dogs, dogs with small tails so many dogs. Many of whom where licking the blonds face where he lay.

Aka Cloud owns a cabin in the woods for the sole purpose of getting swarmed by wild dogs and letting them lick his depression away.

3. Time traveler Cloud, but not quite.

Its a 12 year old escaped expirement created by fusing Clouds and Sephiroths DNA. S2, as he was labeled, kidnapped Cadet Cloud and kept the struggling blond with him as he traveled to the northern crater.

He keeps referring to Cloud as Mother and Sephiroth as Father, something that freaks Cloud out and made Sephiroth highly curious.

Upon closer inspection, the silverette saw peices of himself in the boy, in his eye shape, in his fighting style, and especially in his personality.

S2 dotes on his Mother, giving him everything he desires, everything but his freedom.

Cloud just has to get used to his life of semi-luxury...and being brodal carried by S2 and every gods damned SOLDIER he meets apparently.

4. RM Cloud wacking Sephiroth in the face with a broom. The silverette just stares at his puppet and says, "Really?"

5. Cloud finding Sephiroth in a moment of weakness and deciding a bit of revenge was in order.

6. Slightly unhinged time traveler Sephiroth x Slightly unhinged time traveler Cloud

7. Yuffie stalking different members of AVALANCHE out of boredom, only to wind up saving one of thier lives

8. Reeves Cait Sith dolls go rouge and declare war on the remaining SOLDIERS, believing that the living J cells in thier bodies were harming the planet.

Reeve doesn't want to hurt his sons. But Cloud has become something of a baby brother to him, and he would never forgive himself if something were to happen to the stubborn blond

9. Time traver Cloud coming to Aerith for advice after he lands, but she immediately sensed the Calamity from the Stars in him and started screaming bloody murder.

He had to fight Reno and Rude and easily defeated them, but by the time he was done, Aerith had escaped, leaving a confused and distraught blond.

He gives Reno an alias to protect his younger self and then promptly decides to GTFO.

Aerith winds up running into Tseng and Angeal, and she spills the beans about the Cetra and her heritage, as well as the Calamity and her child.

Angeal tries not to vibrate with excitement, after all, it looks like his lifelong dream of saving the world might be coming true. It seemed further reinforced by the fact the blond broke into the tower and freed several expiraments and killed many of the scientists. He was seen running off with a red lion-wolf creature before they lost track of him.

He, Aerith, Genesis, and Sephiroth wind up joining a party together to stop him. They essentially blackmailed the company to keep them off thier backs while they saved the world.

Cloud however, joined up with Nanaki and Vincent, but was also being targeted by the AVALANCHE of this time as well as thier own mad scientist, Fuhito, who's almost giddy that three of the esteemed professor Hojo's powerful expirements have escaped and are "Up for grabs"

Cloud may or may not also have a deal going with Jenova, who is offering him guidance with his new abilities as well as love. He knows she's manipulating him, but he feels so lost and vulnerable. He let her in and he wasn't even sure if he regrets it.

Also Jenova manipulating Sephiroth and his group by convincing them that she's "The Goddess Jenova" and revealed that she's Sephiroths mom. She convices them that the blond is evil and must be stopped. No one questions why she only speaks to them when Aerith is away.

Yeah, Clouds not having a good time. Kinda based off of another prompt of mine and I felt the need to expand on it. So, yeah.

10. The president, his son and the directors are killed off by Reeve, who has finally taken a stand and did a hostile takeover of the company.

11. Time traveler Reeve?

Better, Cait Sith gains sentience and time travels

12. Sephiroth revives again after the events of DeepGround and grabs up Cloud, embracing him like a lover as he flies into the air with him.

He basically tells Cloud that he's defeated him three times in a row, he's fascinated by him, and that Clouds going to be his bride.

Cloud is not okay with this

As it turns out, neither is Tifa, Clouds girlfriend.

The ensueing catfight is glorious

13. Cloud gets catcalled more often than anyone in thier little group. Apparently, he's a living creeper magnet, he couldn't tell you how many times people have just disregarded his personal space, bought him crap expecting a 'favor' in return, randomly touched his hair, bugged him for his number or a date, strait up tried to follow him home, ect.

The sheer entitlement both men and women seem to think they have over him is astounding. It's gotten to the point everyone has noticed and became protective of him. The blond himself? He's not afraid to make someone swallow thier teeth, regardless of gender.

14. Angeal loves photography, everyone knows that.

What people don't know is that he takes pictures of anything he deems beautuful. Birds, trees, flowers, clouds...406 pictures of the moon and even more of the stars. That was fine.

The problem arose when Genesis snooped through Angeals computer/apartment and found his secret photo collection. He swiped it and brought it to Sephiroths office to go through it with him.

Everything was normal, until they found a gorgeous picture of Genesis igniting his surroundings in flame.

Then they found some pics of Sephiroth standing in the moonlight with Masamune drawn. They were both extremely flattered by how lovely these were...until it got wierder. There were pictures of monsters, Cadets, Angeal's pup, Zack, several a few pictures of a blond trooper, an anthropomorphic cat with a cape and crown and...Turks?!

The worst part, however, was when they noticed that not a single person, not even themselves, where looking at the camera.

The fact they didn't remember having thier picture taken chilled them further.

Aka Angeal might have an addiction. Or an obsession.

15. Cloud has had a crush on Zack for a long time, but when Zack starts play flirting with him he thinks he has a chance and makes his move...and is promptly rejected.

Cloud plays it off as a joke and Zack buys it. The heartbroken blond finds a place to hide and quietly sob his eyes out.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, for him, he gets found and comforted by the Lord of Loveless himself, Genesis Rhapsodos.

Genesis had followed the subtle sounds of sorrow with the intention of either taunting the individual or reciting Loveless to them, as he adored a literal captive audience...but this...this was different.

He found himself rocking the pretty lovesick fool in his arms and mentally kicked himself for winding up in this situation.

On the other hand, he managed to score a date.

Bonus: Time traveler Sephiroth causing a scene by hard core flirting with CC Cloud and destroying a building and a man with a single swipe of Masamune, thus getting the attention of the entire Shinra army.

Fortunately the battle between the Sephiroths was cut short when Time traveler Cloud intervened with a spray bottle full of Aeriths holy water and essentially held him at gunpoint (spray bottle point?) as he retreated.

He fled before anyone could do much of anything, thus leaving everyone involved with so many unanswered questions.

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder 

WARNING: Graphic depictions of death/murder

Chapter 39: Smile

You appear in what looks to be an abandoned and worn-down warehouse. Enji is hanging near one wall and you rush over to him. You place a hand to his face and see that almost the whole left half of his face covered in blood and he can’t open his left eye. He starts to wake up from your touch.

“(Y/N) …” he says in a weak voice.

“Enji, I’m so sorry. What happened?”

“I was called here for a hostage situation *cough* but it turned out I was going to be the hostage.”

“Let’s get you out of here, we don’t have much time.”

You try to teleport Enji away but you can’t. You start struggling more and more but nothing. You then look at the chains. They have similar markings on them as the chains Zaheer can make.

“Brilron is here?”

“Why yes, I am.”

You turn around you see the demon, his right horn still broken from the last time you saw him. Right as you are about to charge towards him, black chains start coming from the ground to attach to you. They latch on to your arms and legs and one goes around your neck. You begin to struggle but black electricity starts shocking you. Screaming and writhing in pain, you struggle to not black out but you manage to hold on when the demon stops. You’re just hanging there near Enji, breathing slowly.

“Looks like I get to take my revenge on you. Never have I been so humiliated by such a weakling! That demon of yours didn’t even have a name, how DARE you do that to me. He isn’t even a full….” Brilron starts walking towards you but is stopped when that man speaks.

“That’s enough, Brilron. Sorry about that (Y/N), it’s so hard to find demons that listen these days. I probably have been through 50-60 of them so far but none as easy to control as that demon inside of you.”

“Let him go!” You scream.

“My my… still so full of energy. It’s no wonder I picked you so long ago. I knew you wouldn’t listen to directions, you never do, that’s why I stayed here waiting for you.”

“You picked me? YOU MONSTER!” You try to speak more but you are shocked again.

“Now, that’s no way to talk to the man who raised you.”

Enji finally speaks. “He is the man that did everything to you?” All you do is nod in response. “(Y/N), that’s All for One.” He then gets electrocuted and is silent again.

“Oh Enji, you spoiled the surprise!”

“What?”

“I am All for One. I am also the man who started that government program, but I may have lied a little on it’s true purpose. It was to create the perfect new body for me. You see, this body is old and frail, but you are so full of life, I could just take it right now. But alas, that demon is in the way.”

“His name is Zaheer.” You interrupt.

“That’s right, you named him. When I found him, he was a nameless demon, a weakling. A demon without a purpose or home; a misfit that wondered the earth for millennia. It’s only because he had nowhere to go that I used him to try to create the perfect body. His power could transform a person’s body to handle my power but I didn’t take into account that you would grow attached to him. When you killed all of those scientists, I knew that my plan was working. So much power, much more than any of our predictions. How many did you kill? I think something over 2000.

“You put me inside of (Y/N) just so I could prep his body for you? You are worse than any demon!”

“Yes, that’s exactly my plan. I tried to get Brilron to speed it up but he disobeyed my orders and cursed you two. He was supposed to separate you before you fused completely but he failed. He did put on a great show, making that girl spit on him was a good touch to make you begin to fight and lose control. I’m surprised that you are back together after that curse. I wonder who helped you. It wasn’t Rei, was it?”

“Please! Stop it!” Is all you scream.

“You know, those are the same words that Adam said when my associate shot him.”

“What!?” you look at him in panic.

“What a shame too, I really enjoyed him, fun to talk to. But I needed him out of the way. He was the only one that could release the energy inside of you, and I couldn’t have that happening again. What were his final words to you? Oh, I think something like ‘Zaheer and Enji take care of him.’ Such an empty request, you can’t even take care of yourself let alone with the help of them.”

Your only response is to look down at the ground.

“It’s sad really. You know, I almost picked your brother but your will power is so much stronger than his, so much more drive and life. Your parents were struggling so much, selling one of you was the only thing they could do; I made sure of that.” He says with an evil grin “They didn’t want me to take you at first but I gave them no other option. That day, you kicked and screamed in the car as we left. You fought for days until we finally put that demon inside of you. After seeing the show you put on, I knew you were the one I was looking for. Speaking of family, how is Alan anyway? I heard he separated from your parents. He’s all by himself now. I wonder how he is handling being alone. He’s probably scared to death.”

There is silence for a while only to be interrupted by the sounds of dripping. Enji looks towards the sound to see it’s coming from you. You’re looking right at All for One, your mouth is a gape, breathing heavily as pure red energy has begun to drip from your mouth. The demonic tattoos on your arms are glowing bright red to match your piercing red eyes and spectral flames begin to flick off your body.

“(Y/N)?” Is all that comes from Enji’s mouth as your chains start melting. Once your feet hit the floor, the ground starts cracking and lava oozes up from the ground. Your boots melt with each step and your feet start burning from the energy as you walk towards All for One and Brilron.

“Oh, did I say something to make you mad? Good, let that anger drive you, let it consume you! Brilron, let’s make things more fun, shall we?”

“With pleasure.” He says as he cracks his knuckles. He starts running towards you but is stopped in his tracks. He is lifted up in the air and looks to be choking as you keep your gaze on him. You approach him and take your hand to his chest and push your claws in. The demon screams in pain as you continue your push towards his heart. Once you find it, you pull his still beating heart out and the demon collapses to the ground in a pool of blood. Enji falls to the ground as the chains disappear.

“(Y/N)? What did you do!?” Enji says in horror.

“He stood in our way so we eliminated the problem.”

“I see. You want to fight me directly. You know, I was saving some of these quirks for All Might but it seems to me that I need to use them know.”

All for One’s arm starts growing in to a grotesque form as more and more quirks start piling on top of each-other. You continue to walk towards him, slowly and still dripping with energy. He then goes to punch you and you raise a hand and a wall of lava forms to block the attack. He goes for another punch and you block again this time with a wall of ice, still heading towards All for One. This goes on for a while as you march forward, backing All for One into a corner.

He starts to panic as nothing he is doing is even landing. He goes for an even larger hit, using all of his power, but you quickly teleport to his side and punch him to the ground. He is knocked out flat on his back and you get on top of him, holding him down with ice as you keep punching his head. Each has your full power behind it. Tears begin to fly off your face as your emotions take over.

“You took everything from me! You took my childhood! You took my family! You killed my friend! You tortured me for years! I killed thousands of people because of you! You took so much from me; I won’t let you take anything else!”

Blood starts splattering as his skull caves in but your onslaught continues until there is nothing of his head left. You stand up, covered in blood and burns; your hands are fractured and bruised. Enji cautiously limps towards you, holding the left half of his face.

“(Y/N)?”

You curl down as the ground begins cracking more and the room begins the shake. The special flames around begin to grow larger and brighter as you lose control. You try in vain to release the energy but more and more of the power starts to build inside of you. You try to stand but can barely stumble as you try to get away from Enji to protect him. “RUN!” is all you manage to get out as you slam against the wall as the power begins to melt the concrete. The wall collapses as the flames around you grow more intense by the second. The ground outside the building starts to shake as the cracks grow hundreds of feet long. Enji doesn’t run away as he is watching this. He stands up the best he can and just looks at you. After what feels like forever, you hear those familiar words. “Prominence Burn…” is all Enji says in a low voice and flames begin to erupt from him towards him. You are surrounded by his flames as you scream in pain and begin to convulse on the ground. This continues for a while until Enji starts to overheat and his flames die down. Enji just looks at you and says your name.

You try to stand but stumble, still surrounded by the demonic energy. “It’s finally over. He can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

“You need to let that energy out. You can’t hold it for that long.”

“I can’t.” You say finally standing.

“What?”

“There is too much energy flowing. I took things too far. I wish I could release it but I can’t.”

“You have released energy before?”

“This is what we feared more than anything, the energy has fused with me and taken over my body.”

“Are you going to be ok?”

“I don’t know. I feel in control now but I can’t stop it. Who knows how long I can maintain control? I need to leave before it takes over again.”

“Where will you go?”

“Any place where I can’t hurt anyone. I’m so sorry, Enji, but I have to go.”

“Wait…” Enji then walks up to you and touches you to make sure it’s ok. The energy flows over his skin and tingles but doesn’t burn him; then he hugs you as you both start to cry.

“I don’t want to leave. I want to stop this so we can be together.”

“I know.” is all Enji says while holding you.

“I don’t want to be alone again.”

At that moment you start to feel strange, a feeling you had before as a kid. You look down at your stomach and see it’s glowing gold under your shirt. Enji looks at your eyes and they are glowing gold as well while he steps back. Your head snaps back and a large red beam of energy comes out of you and the building starts shaking again. The markings on your arms begin to lose their glow as the energy leaves your body. After it fades away, your left there standing, eyes back to white, and black and red. You fall on your knees and Enji rushes to you as you pass out.

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