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[samandcolbyownme]

Hey Gurl. 🥰 Can you do one at a Halloween Party with The Sturniolo Triplets. You are best friends with all off them but have feelings for Matt. You two got drunk af and fuck in a random bathroom. (make it super duper smutty please.) And suddenly Chris and Nick walk in bc they were in search of Matt. Nick has one of his trantrums and Chris just smirked and turned around pulling Nick with him. The next they they tease you about this. Pleaseeeee 🥰🥰

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, drinking, party vibes, flirting, kissing, hair pulling, biting, scratching, unprotected slightly drunk sex, general filth

Word Count: 2059 | unedited

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“Are you almost ready?”

You glance back as Tiff walks into your room, “Yeah, just need to..” you lean forward, painting your lips with your red lipstick and you sigh, “There. Done.”

You stand up, smoothing out your dress, “How do I look?”

Tiff raises her brows and smirks, “Yeah, if this doesn’t catch Matt’s attention then I-“

“I do not..” you cut her off, “I do not want Matt’s attention.”

She rolls her eyes, “Yeah, okay. Say that again when you’re drunk and whispering to me about being too scared to talk to him.”

You sigh, “I’m not scared.” You pick up your bag, “And I will prove it, later on.”

“Yeah, okay.” She laughs, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

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You walk into the Sturniolo house. It’s decked out with Halloween decor, music is blasting, and there was a lot of people.

“I didn’t even know they had this many friends.” Tiff mumbles as she moves to stand next to you. You shrug, “I guess they do, oh. There’s Nick.”

You hold your hand up, waving to him as he walks over, “Hey, hey. Glad you could make it.” He leans in to hug you, “Drinks are over there, food is right next to it. Have a spook-tacular night.”

“Good one.” You laugh and he shrugs, “It’s the Halloween spirit.”

You nod, giving him a smile, “I’m going to go get a drink.” You look at Tiff and she nods, “Yes, me too!”

She follows you over to the table and you pour yourself a drink.

“Oh.” She elbows you, but causes you to spill some of the soda and you huff, “Tiff.” You glance up at her, “You just made me-“

“Yeah, yeah. Look.” She subtly points and you look around until you see Matt, “Matt?”

She nods, “Yeah, you gonna prove that you’re not scared to talk to him?”

You take a sip of your mixed drink and sigh, “Maybe when I have a few more of these in my system.”

“I don’t think you’ll have that much time, babe.” Tiff mumbles and as you turn to throw the paper towel away, Matt grabs your biceps, “Spill a drink already?”

“No.” You laugh, “Tiff bumped me and I missed the cup.”

“Ahh, I see.” He glances at Tiff who’s walking away, “Well, thanks for wiping that up. Most people would have left it.”

You lean around him, tossing the towel into the trash bin, “It’s not a problem, I wasn’t raised in a barn or anything.”

He laughs and you feel your knees buckle, but you keep cool, “So, um. What are you supposed to be?” He shrugs, “Vampire.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out plastic fangs.

He pops them into his mouth, giving you a slightly muffled, “See?”

You smile and shake your head, “Can’t even tell you have them in.”

He takes them out and licks his lips, “Thanks, that really helps.” He reaches out, pinching the hem of your short dress, “You’re not here to arrest anyone are you?”

You glance down at the fake SWAT badge on your chest and you shrug, looking up at him, “Only if it’s truly necessary.”

He nods, “Mm, well let’s hope it don’t come to that, yeah?” He smirks and gives you a wink, “I’ll find you later, gotta make my way around and thank people for coming.” He rolls his eyes, “Nick says it’s polite or whatever for hosting a party.”

You tilt your head, “I mean, yeah, he’s kind of right, but I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He smirks, “I’ll be back.”

You watch him walk away, smiling as he glances back before stopping to talk to some other people.

Tiff walks up to you, her mouth open, “Wooow. I’ll find you later… he’s so interested in you.”

“No.. he was just..” you sigh, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“The way he grabbed your dress, girl. He’s in. To. you.”

“We’ll see.” You laugh and down your first drink.

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You were drunk, laughing and dancing with Tiff.

The place was packed.

The music seemed louder in a way.

You were overall having so much fun.

You seen Tiff’s lips move, like she was saying something, but you didn’t hear her. She took your hand and spun you around and Matt’s hands were on your waist.

He gave you a smirk and you went with it.

You spun around, your ass pressing against his crotch and your back against his chest. His hands were guiding you with the beat of the song.

His lips right next to your ear, a low groan ringing through them as you grinding a little harder.

You spin around, your arms moving around his neck as you look up at him.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his hands move up to the small of your back, “You wanna go somewhere?”

You furrow your brows and tilt your head, “What?”

He leans down, his lips right by your ear, “I asked if you wanna go somewhere with me.”

That’s what you thought he said.

“Yes.” You breathe out, your hands sliding to his chest, “Please.”

He brings a hand up, taking it into his, “Come with me.” He leads you through the crowd, and down the hall to a room.

You walk in, your eyes scanning quickly over the decorated bathroom, but you don’t really care about that right now.

You lean against the counter, reaching out to pull him towards you by his jacket as he walks over to you. His hands slide down your thighs, stopping to lift you up onto the counter and your lips were glued to his.

He swallows your moans, giving your hips a squeeze before sliding them down to push up your dress, “You look so fuckin’ hot in this outfit, ma..” He leans back, his eyes scanning over your face, “Been wanting to rip it off of you all night.”

“Well…” you giggle, “You can’t rip it off of me just yet, but you can lift it up for now.”

He pulls you off of the counter and spins you around, your eyes locking onto his in the mirror.

His hands pull the skirt part of your dress up over your was and he pulls your panties down. His fingers dip down to drag over your wet cunt and you gasp, pushing your hips back more, “Fuck, Matt. Please!”

He smirks, biting his lip as he undoes his jeans.

You watch him in the mirror, your jaw dropping slightly as you see his cock get freed from his boxers. You look back up at him and he tilts his head, “Eyes on me, baby, okay?”

You nod, fighting to not roll your eyes back as he slips into you slowly with a groan of his own, “Fuck.”

You grip the edge of the counter, your brows furrowing as he slowly pulls out, and you moan loudly as he thrusts back in.

His eyes stay on you, his head tilting back just slightly as his jaw clenches tightly.

“M-Matt.” You gasp out, eyes rolling shut just for a split second. He thrusts stop and he pulls out, spinning you around to lift you back onto the counter, “Eyes on me. I wanna watch that pretty face while I fuck you.”

You nod, gasping loudly as his cock slips back into you and his thrusts resume.

He slides a hand up to the back of your neck as he leans in to guide your lips in a heated make out.

Your hands slide up his chest to his neck, moaning out as his teeth clamp down onto your bottom lip. He gasps, quickly following up with a groan as your nails drag down his skin, leaving red lines in their path, “Showin’ everyone I’m yours, huh, ma?”

“Didn’t.. know you were mine.”

He smirks, tilting his head as he brushes hair from your face, “You’ve had me under your spell since day one, baby.”

“Would have been nice to know.” You bite your lip in attempt to hide your smirk, but fail.

“Not my fault you took this long.” He laughs lowly and leans back in to kiss you as his thrust pick up, “You feel so good.”

You tilt your eyes to the side, your eyes staying on him as yours walls squeeze around him, “F-fuck.. I’m.. so close.”

He nods, his grip on your hips tightening as he tilts your face back towards him with his fingers on your chin, “Go on.”

You wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him in to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss as you moan.

“I’m gonna Che-“ the door opens and there stands Nick, “Jesus fuck! You really couldn’t have locked the door? Like is it really that fucking hard to twist the little thing on the knob? Seriously guys?”

Matt tries his best to keep you both covered and all you can do is laugh.

“Can you, just.. get the fuck out?” Matt scoffs, “kinda in the middle of something here.” He glances down and you cover your face as you keep laughing.

“Alright..” Chris smirks, “Come on, Nick. You can lecture them later.”

“We have a house full of people, a house full of rooms, even.” Nick bitches as he’s pulled away by Chris, “And they chose the downstairs fucking bathroom…”

The door is pulled closed and you look from the door to Matt, “You gonna lock that now?”

“Fuck no, I have something more important to tend to.” Matt crashes his lips back onto yours and his thrusts resume, desperate to get you back to where you were before the previous interruption - and it didn’t take long.

Your fingers tangled within his hair at the the nape of his neck, moaning loudly as your legs tighten around his waist, “Fuckfuckfuck, yes yes, right there.”

He lean forward, his lips attaching to the skin of your neck as he guides you through your high, “Such a pretty girl.”

He groans lowly as he kisses up your jaw to your lips, “I hope you don’t plan on going home after this.”

You shake your head slightly, “Not unless you’re coming with me.” You smirk against his lips and moan as he wraps his arm around you to thrust into you deeper.

He mumbles against your lips, “You’re not going anywhere.” He smirks and kisses you against, his thrusts growing sloppy rather quickly.

You loosen your legs, just in time for him to pull out and spill his cum onto your thigh. You kiss him through it, swallowing each of his moans and groans as he comes down.

He slides his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks as he kisses your lips one last time before stepping back to grab the towel.

He wipes off your leg, cleans himself up and redresses as you slide down off the counter and pull your panties back up.

You glance over at him as you fix your dress and smirk as you see he’s staring at you, “What?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing.” He chuckles, “Just thinking of how we can sneak to my room without Nick lecturing us again.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh, “I think if we just make a run for it, we’ll be good.”

Matt laughs and walks over to you, he presses his lips to yours and you let out a sigh, “I may be a little drunk right now, but this wasn’t a one time thing was it?”

He furrows his brows and shakes his head, “I meant what I said, baby.” He pulls you in by the waist and smirks, “You’re not going anywhere, and neither am I.”

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I haven’t really been in a writing mood, but I’ve been forcing myself to work through it so I don’t fall deeper in the slump, my apologies if this sucks. Thank you for reading anyway! I love you so much and I will catch you in the next one 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[thewalrusespublicist]

Two of Us Play: Thoughts or 'This Could Mean Nothing: The Play'

I saw Two of Us and I have thoughts. and feelings. Frustrated feelings.

What I liked: the mental health angle, the details, the research, the bones of the story and the acting for the most part (good actors, poor direction basically).

What I didn't like: First off the script needs work. At the minute it plays more as a spot the reference rather than one coherent story. This doesen't feel like convo between friends but a recap of Beatles lore with no train of thought that gets satisfyingly resolved and whilst hitting off the movie beats rather than building to them. The pay off feels less like a cathartic journey and more 'cool it's Mclennon I guess..'. Next the chemistry is off, the two leads don't feel like platonic soulmates/best frenemies and they don't fly off of each other as John and Paul did. Instead the energy is super low, even in their heightened fight scenes it doesn't feel like two people duking it out. There's no screaming and shouting, it's like two old but never that close friends going from awkward to semi awkward and back again repeatedly without ever hitting any moments of sizzling connection. This I think is partially to do with the 'nice Paul' characterization, which please lord can it end! Let our beloved alpha bitch be beloved and alpha bitchy, it's good for his skin AND MORE REAL.

I think the chemistry/energy problem is linked though to the main problem and the elephant in the room: the 'latent' homosexuality. Latent is probably the best word for it, but that's only because of the play's fear of its own implications. To be clear, with a slightly more daring director unafraid of the material, the latent would be BLATANT. The dialogue is BLATANT. John's wordplay is loaded with suggestion: 'best fuck you've ever had', 'you should have married me' and there's a closeness when they are singing on the piano which was 👀👀. The 'I love Paul' badge is also there with a 'lucky Paul' comment that COULD have built to a potentially interesting character moment. But they just fly over these bits like they haven't been said. The candlelight dinner as well that John puts on for Paul is by its nature loaded, as is John offhandedly calling him 'my love' when fiddling with the stereo during that scene.It's so casual that it feels like an accidental slip on John's part. But nothing is made of this, no pause, shift in the air, comments, nothing. This was the worst with the KISS which was initiated by John and yes, way way way too long for it to mean nothing and the Epstein jokes are completely omitted. Its a wild moment, but the play can't seem to handle what they've just laid down so just ... skates past it. Its like HAHA WEIRD RIGHT THEY JUST KISSED ANYWAY ROOF SCENE.

But the implications also aren't consistent as the whole thing is too attached to the 'Paul is a jilted victim' angle. It's Paul who is jealous of Yoko, but save a line about being surprised about Linda, John seems neutral (weird considering its JOHN making the overtures and was IRL not Linda's biggest fan). The ending is the strangest for this. They have the SNL thing like in the movie but it's weirder as Paul is CRYING. OBVIOUSLY CRYING. CAN HEAR AUDIBLY FROM A DISTANCE CRYING. The whiplash of John throwing down these implications and suggestions to just ... nonchalantly giving a hand grip goodbye and ignoring Paul's tears after going on this whole journey together is WEIRD and makes him look like a user and a selfish, insensitive prick. Like bestie your bestie is crying you can call Yoko back??? Also the end is meant to be a love you to both each other and their wives but Paul's is clearly to mostly John and John's feels mostly to Yoko. It's not a good look on John and its not a good look on his relationship with Yoko (yh John could free himself from the prison he's made for himself and was about to but the darn Yoko pull is just too strong guys). Again this would be sort of sad but fine if it was Paul making the overtures or there were no overtures but it isn't and there are! John is both the mooning would be romancer and the unavailable ex. Once again nuance and coherency (as well as Paul and Linda!) are sacrificed for the traditional John and Yoko angle. Wholeheartedly, it feels like there has been a layer of implication added onto the script, a layer which means that the original elements of the script would need to change to work but they haven't done it so you have this Frankenstein's monster of a traditionalist narrative fused with loaded suggestion.

So yeah, I think the whole thing had a lot of potential as a play but the script needs an overhaul, the actors need better chemistry and if you are going to go there, for gods sake GO THERE.

[reidreaders]

A Very Strange Night

Poorly Kept Secrets: Part 1

Summary: An already awkward night gets weirder when an unexpected guest arrives at Spencer's apartment.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: implied smut, a quick mention of throwing up, use of y/n, kissing, and I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: I'm thinking of making this a series about how each of the BAU members find out about you and Spencer, so lmk if you want a part 2!

Part 2!

You and Spencer had been dating for a couple weeks when he called and invited you over for dinner. You knew that he didn’t often invite people into his space, let alone try to romance them with a home cooked meal, so you were excited to say the least. It felt like things were starting to move forward from just talking to actually dating. 

When you pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building, you started to get nervous. You really liked him, even though you’d only known him a short time. But what if he was messy? What if he cooked you something disgusting and you had to sit there and eat it? Or, worst possible case scenario, what if he was a murderer trying to lure you into his apartment? You wouldn’t normally go into the home of someone you didn’t know all that well, but the fact that he was an FBI agent made you feel safe. I mean, what are odds that an FBI agent was a murderer? That thought comforted you until you realized that you had never actually seen the badge and he could just be making the whole thing up. It didn’t matter anymore though, as you were already knocking on his door; your fate had been sealed. He opened the door and gave you a shy smile that said he was just as nervous as you were.

“Hey!” You said, trying to seem calm, cool, and collected.

“Hi.” He responded as the two of you sat in the awkward silence that followed. 

“Are you going to invite me in? Or are we just going to stand in the doorway for the rest of night?” You chuckled, trying to make the situation a little less uncomfortable.

“Oh! R-right sorry,” He sputtered as he fumbled to open the door a little wider, “Please come in.”

You entered the apartment and he closed the door behind you before leaning in to give you a quick kiss. The two of you had shared much more passionate kisses in your short time together; it was obvious that you were both nervous to scare the other away. As soon as he pulled away, you heard something sizzling from the kitchen. 

“I should probably go check on that,” He said as he made a bee line for what you assumed was his kitchen, “Make yourself at home.”

You stood still for a minute before wandering into his living room. His apartment was small, but cozy, the kind of place that made you feel warm and fuzzy and like you were at home. You thought that you could see yourself coming over here more often. You looked around at the bookshelves full of titles you’d never heard of, some of them in languages you didn’t speak. You looked at little tchotchkes you presumed he picked up on his travels for work, and you saw photos of him with people you assumed were his friends, and a couple with a woman who you assumed was his mother. Your snooping was interrupted by the feeling of a hand on the small of your back. 

“Dinner’s ready, if you want to go eat?” Spencer asked you shyly.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You responded.

Spencer had set the table and already dished out the food, some sort of pasta dish that smelled amazing. He had even ordained the table with a bouquet of flowers, clearly trying to garner up some romance. 

As the two of you ate, you both started to feel less awkward and nervous. You told him about the latest office drama and he told you about his latest case, sparing you the gory details of course. As the two of you began to feel more comfortable in each other’s presence, things started to go a little deeper. You talked about your childhoods and what college was like, you even told him about that time that you got so drunk on Halloween that you threw up all over yourself in front of your crush. 

After dinner was over, Spencer asked if you wanted to stay a while longer and watch a movie. So, the two of you sat on the couch, not totally watching the movie and things started to heat up pretty quickly. He got up from the couch, telling you he had to run to the bathroom for a second. As he closed the bathroom door, you heard someone knock on the door to his apartment. You waited a minute, thinking that it was probably the apartment next door, but sure enough, another knock rang out and it was definitely someone looking for Spencer. You stood up from the couch and crept halfway down the hallway towards the bathroom.

“Spence,” You shouted, not wanting to interrupt whatever he was doing in there to psych himself up, “I think someone’s at your door.”

“It’s probably just Mrs. Booker from downstairs, you can open it.” He shouted back.

You had heard stories of Mrs. Booker, the little old lady who lived underneath Spencer. She routinely brought him baked goods because she thought he was too skinny. You whipped open the door to Spencer's apartment, excited at the prospect of a delicious treat, but instead you were met by a very tall, stern looking man with dark hair. 

“Spenc-” He started, “Oh-oh I’m sorry. I must have the wrong apartment,” The man said as he glanced at the number on the door, “Is this Spencer Reid’s apartment?”

“Uh yeah.” You sputtered, unsure of what to say. You turned to face the bathroom and yelled, “Hey Spence! Someone’s here for you and it’s not Mrs. Booker!” 

Spencer scrambled down the hallway, shirtless and confused by who could possibly be at his door. 

“H-Hotch! I’m sorry, can you just give me one minute please.” He panicked as he slammed the door. He raced down the hallway to his bedroom and began to fumble through his dresser drawers looking for a shirt. 

“Who is that? Why are you freaking out?” You questioned. 

“My boss. I’m freaking out because my boss just saw me half naked.” He spoke even toned, but even that couldn’t hide the panic exuding from him.

He raced back down the hallway, leaving you standing alone in his bedroom. You skulked halfway back down towards the door, not wanting to eavesdrop, but not wanting to stay in his bedroom, such a personal space. 

Spencer started, “Hotch, I’m sorry, I had no idea you were coming, and-” He was cut off.

“Reid, really, it’s okay. I don’t usually make a habit of showing up at my co-workers' houses unannounced, but I got called in at the last minute to consult on a case and I can’t find anyone to watch Jack. I was hoping you might be able to keep an eye on him for a few hours.”

“Uh,” Spencer started to speak as he peered back at you, “Um, I guess I could do that? But I do have company, I don’t know how you feel about Jack being around strangers like that.”

“Well, you could introduce me to her.” Hotch smirked. 

You headed towards the door and waited for Spencer to introduce you. “Uh Hotch, this is Y/N, my, uh my- this Y/N.” He stuttered, not yet knowing what you are to him or how to introduce you. 

“I’m Aaron,” The man said, reaching out to shake your hand, “And this is my son, Jack.” The small blonde boy sheepishly waved at you as Spencer welcomed him into the apartment. Hotch thanked the both of you and apologized for ruining your evening before heading out. Once Spencer got Jack squared away in front of the TV, you moved to put your shoes on. 

“Well, I guess I should head out then, huh?” You chuckled, but it wasn’t enough to mask your disappointment. 

Spencer met you at your place by the door, peered over his shoulder, and when he noticed that Jack was too preoccupied by TV to pay any attention to the two of you, he put his hands on your waist, pulling you close. 

“I mean, you don’t have to go,” He stated, “Hotch will only be gone a couple hours and we can pick up right where we left off?” He said it more like a question.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to make anything weird.” 

“Oh I’m positive. I’m never going to hear the end of this at work so I might as well get to enjoy the rest of my night.” The more he spoke, the closer he got to your face, his lips just millimeters from yours. Finally, he closed the gap, giving you more than enough reason to stay. 

As you made your way back into the living room, you and Spencer laughed a little, as if the night couldn’t have been more awkward. But hey, at least you know for sure that he’s not a serial killer, right?

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! My requests are open so lmk if there's anything you wanna see :)

MASTERLIST

[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

I'm not even a narumitsu girly, but if you're doing the sun/moon pair thing with them and making edgeworth the moon, then i think you might find intrigue in rethinking that. like. if you want the one who hangs on to his convictions so tightly it burns and blinds everyone, even himself, to its effects, that's edgeworth. if you want the one who isn't afraid of slipping into shadows and wandering in the darkness while still holding onto his own glow, regardless of how dim or clouded that may seem to an outsider, that's phoenix. if you want the one whose driving force to doing anything is the pursuit of truth, metaphorically running and always moving towards the light, that's edgeworth. if you want the one whose motivation for fighting is to defend those who cannot defend themselves, a reflection of the injustice that exists in the world, that's phoenix. edgeworth's suit is a blazing, fiery red. phoenix's suit is a deep cool blue. the prosecutor's badge is all sharp edges, shaped like a star. the defence attorney's badge is a rounded flower, concaved like a cup. phoenix has been saved by and swallowed the light of two people in his life, giving it back to the world as his own, an alteration of what was gifted, and one of them was edgeworth.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Badge and Medics

𖤐Pairing: Cop! Gaz x Doctor! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, heavy language, mention of needles, OD’s (overdose) and some violence, some sexism, married couple, kissing, drug usage, medical terminology,

𖤐Summary: Being married to a cop is one thing but married to a cop who somehow always gets the calls about people on drugs and he brings them to his wife’s place of work is another

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"2-Adam-23, there is a potential illegal drug usage in downtown Manchester."

"Another one?"

"2-Adam-23, responding," Gaz flipped the lights on after responding to the radio. Price then drove to the address given by dispatch.

Beep, beep, beep, beep

"Heart is steady...keep an eye on him just in case."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Druggy coming through," Price announced as he held a guy by his left arm and Gaz on his right.

"Officers, what's going on?"

"Someone used an illegal drug, and now here we are," short and sweet, Price.

"We usually see Doctor Y/n."

"I'm here, I'm here," Y/n came walking to the two officers, she looks at the man sweating profusely. "Get him into room 6," she tells the officers who moved him to the room.

The man was shouting profanities at Gaz and Price, spitting which caused Gaz to shove the mans head to his stomach.

"You are not going to spit," Gaz warns him.

"Oh fuck you, you bitch! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE! TAKE ME TO JAIL!"

"The jail won't accept you high off your mind," Price tells him as they cuffed both of his wrists on both sides of the railing and Gaz grabbed the spit hood putting it over the mans face to keep him from spitting.

"Okay, so what am I doing?" Y/n asked, she was joking, she knew what she was doing, this is the 5th person high off their mind on some kind of substance.

"I WANT A DOCTOR NOT A NURSE!!"

"I am a doctor-"

"FINE BITCH, I WANT A MALE DOCTOR!! NOT SOME WHORE IN A WHITE COAT!!"

"Watch it," Gaz says through gritted teeth.

"Easy, tiger...well no male wants to deal with you ass, so they sent me in because you...don't scare me, I'm not stuck in cuffs right now," she says, taking a needle and sticking it in the mans arm, he squirms and shouts and slowly starts to drift off to sleep.

Price was impressed with Y/n along with Gaz, he smirks and looks down at his wife.

"Woah." Y/n then uncapped another needle sucking the blood from the drugged mans veins.

"Give him a few minutes of sleep and it should be done and over with, we've seen him before, so I'm aware of his history, I'll also be giving this to the lab to let you know what he's on, but I think I have a sense on what he might be on." Y/n says, disposing her gloves and needles. "Anyways, come find me if anything happens," she gives them both a smile and a wink at Gaz as she walks away.

Gaz looks at his partner who motioned his head to follow you. "Go on, I've got it from here," Gaz takes off down the hall seeing you go into a room.

He acted cool, walking by and seeing you bending down on your knees talking with a child patient. Gaz leans on the door as you talked so gently with the child. Giving the child a stuff animal to hold as you pricked their shoulder.

"There, all done," Y/n says. She looks at the parents. "I'll have her blood tested and I'll be back with the results."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Of course, now...Olivia, I want you to hold on to this bear, he will help you with every Doctor appointment, just squeeze him and everything will be okay."

"Okay!" She gives Y/n a smile.

"Good...I'll be back," she turns and Gaz steps from the doorway.

"You spying, Kyle?" Y/n asked.

"No...just came to see if we are still having dinner at Sanders?" He asked.

"Yep, nothing has changed as far as I'm aware," she smiles up at her husband.

"Okay good...ummm~ sorry for bring another druggy."

"No, you're not, it's your way of saying I love you and it's an excuse to come and see me."

"....Yeah~ you're right," he says with an awkward smile.

"Oh, Aubrey can you take this blood sample to the lab please?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you, I also need the results by 12!"

"GOT IT!"

"Busy day?" Gaz asked her.

"Just a bit," she says, she looked around and stood on her tippy toes and kissed her husbands lips. "I'll see you in a little bit, go watch your suspect, officer Garrick."

"I will, Doctor Garrick." He says as they both walked away from each other.

Gaz was swooned seeing his wife for the millionth time this week. As he made it back to the room, Price could see cupids above Gaz's head.

"Hey, calm down now, you'll see the missus when you get home, Garrick," Price says as he stood with his arms still cross over his chest watching the drugged man.

"Doctor Y/n, your patient in room 5's blood is back..."

"What is he on?"

"He is running on many...drugs ma'am."

"Name them and tell me what his blood level is at."

"Heroin, meth and we think cocaine, he also has some pills in his diet, looks like anti-depressants, and Ibuprofen, and his blood level he is over 4 times the legal limit...ma'am I think he was trying to overdose..."

"I see..." Y/n took the test from her assistants hands and walks back to the room. "I have your tests," she flashes the clipboard to both officers looking at the man.

"Goddamn," Price says, reading the chart.

"We think he might have been trying to overdose."

"Oh without a doubt," Price says.

"If you two weren't there to control the situation, I think if he would have taken one more thing, he would have died, I mean, he's on the verge with the amount of shit in his blood right now."

"Agreed, we'll have to place him under arrest and send him to the Prison and he'll have to wait for a judge to see him."

"It's the weekend, so he'll be in there till Monday," Gaz says.

"Yep," Price pops the 'P'. The man stirs in his sleep and looks at Y/n and the two officers.

"Where am I?"

"The hospital," Y/n says.

Then all of sudden Price and Gaz walk over to him placing his hands behind his back and cuffing him.

"W-W-Wait, what's going on? I haven't done, anything-"

"Illegal usage of drugs, misconduct, battery on an officer, illegal possession of illegal narcotics." Price cuts him off to tell him everything he's been charged with.

"Doc, come on now, you can't let them take me-"

"Your chart says how many drugs were in your system, you were trying to overdose, and if these officers didn't get to you in time, you would be dead by now, unfortunately there is nothing I can do," Y/n tells him as Price walks him out of the hospital and to the cruiser.

"Thank you for your help, love."

"Of course," she leans forward kissing his lips. "Be safe."

"I always am."

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3 Weeks Later

Price and Gaz walk into the hospital, Price and Gaz were not happy campers right now. They had gotten a call from the hospital saying that there was man asking for narcotics that only the hospital can supply.

He's been harassing the staff since 10 in the morning, and Price and Gaz have dealt with this guy before in the past always jumping from hospitals to hospitals always asking them them to supply him with random drugs.

This time it was-

"MORPHINE!!! I NEED MORPHINE!!" He yells.

"Hey! Austin!" Price yells catching his attention. "We've talked about this bud, no hospital is going to supply you with any sort of drug, that you don't need-"

"I AM A PATIENT HERE, I NEED MORPHINE!!"

"You are not a patient here, Austin," Gaz jumps in. "Are you high again?"

"NO!"

"Then come on, let's leave and let these nice people do their jobs-"

"THEY CAN DO THEIR JOBS BY GIVING ME MORPHINE!!" Austin raised his hand slamming them on the desk scaring the woman behind it, she shakes and both Gaz and Price pull out their tasers.

"On the floor Austin! You've overstepped your welcome, now on your knees now!" Price yells at him.

Austin soon turns and starts to charge at both of them, they both released their tasers making Austin fall to the ground. Price jumping on his back and putting his hands behind his back and Gaz gave him cuffs for Austin.

"KYLE! Y/N WAS HURT!!" A nurse yells for Gaz. Price nods allowing him to go check on his wife.

Y/n sat on an empty patients bed, gripping the thin bedsheet as a nurse of hers was stitching up her arm.

"Love," Gaz comes in, hugging her side.

"Ow, easy."

"I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine."

"What the hell happened?" Gaz turns to the nurses but Y/n started to talk.

"I thought he was regular patient, I've never seen him before, so I wanted to know if he needed help with anything, and he was...acting normal and then when he told me, he was here for a physical and I was getting everything I need, he then just started to shout 'I need morphine' over and over. When I tried to die down the situation, he grabbed a blade, like a razorblade from his coat pocket and sliced my arm pretty good."

"She didn't lose too much blood," a nurse tried to reassure.

"His name is Austin Hill, he's known for going around random hospitals always asking for a random narcotic you can't get from the streets, just last week he went to Downtown Abby and asked a nurse for Majorana and when she told him she couldn't do that for him, he went ape-shit, now he'll be under careful watch," Gaz said.

"Come on, Gaz we've got some booking to do-Y/n you wanna make a statement?"

"Yes, please," she says as Gaz gave her a pen and paper waiting for her to be done writing. He takes the paper and pen from her leaning down to kiss her and rushing out of the room.

"I'll see you later love!"

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An Hour Later

"Got another one for you, love," Gaz says as him and Price held up a woman who seemed to be...limp.

"Umm~ can she walk?" Y/n asked.

"She did..." Price starts.

"She collapsed on her way in," Gaz ends.

"Jesus-okay, get her to room 8," Y/n says.

The officers placed her on the bed, she has this...sort of creepy smile on her face, eyes widened and haven't blinked so far, she was still limp as Y/n did her usual exams on her.

"Umm~ a-are you guys sure she's not dead?" Y/n asked, writing everything down.

"Pretty sure," Price grabs her wrist feeling for a pulse. "It's slow," he says, dropping her wrist.

"Miss? Ma'am...are you okay? Hello?" Y/n asked, the woman's head turned to look at Y/n she jumps a bit from how creepy this woman was.

"You have a horn coming from your forehead."

"Edibles," Y/n immediately says with a straight and serious look on her face.

"I knew it," Gaz says, poking at Price's chest.

"Do you need any blood samples to convict?"

"Nah, we'll let her off with a warning," Gaz says. "Go ahead and knock her, love," he says, placing his hands on his belt.

"Will do," she uncapped a needle sticking it into the woman's arm, she slowly started to drift to sleep. "She'll wake up in an hour or so," Y/n tells both officers.

"Good-how's your arm, love?" Gaz asked, gently taking her hand.

"It's fine, I just can't do a whole lot at the moment."

"When's your break?"

"In 20 minutes."

Gaz looks at his partner and Price nods letting him know, he can take a break with his wife.

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Y/n and Gaz sat outside in the courtyard eating some sandwiches, and chips. She giggled at Gaz's comments about the people he works with along with some random drama at the station, one being a cop and a possible inmate having an affair together.

"That's crazy," Y/n says.

"I know, so they are talking about transferring her to another station away from the jail," Gaz says.

"Good, you don't know what she could do for him while he's in jail."

"They've already confiscated two phones, toothpicks he could easily stab someone with, and a few shanks, he was in solitary confinement for 3 months," Gaz takes a chip in his mouth. "Anything crazy here, besides your arm?"

She just giggles. "Not really...so, I have a question?"

"Go ahead," he chuckles.

"When you're on patrol, and you get the call to go check up on something?" She questions her wording. "Why do you and Price always get the narcotics calls?"

"I don't know? I can do others like traffic stops, domestic violence cases, and others, but I'm not sure why we always get the narcotics calls," Gaz says.

"Well, my breaks almost up," she says.

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Later That Night

Y/n was clocking out, telling her collogues 'goodbye' and 'have a good night.' She walks out of the hospital and looks around for her husbands car, she soon sees it pulling up to the sidewalk where she stood.

"Kyle," she coos and opens the passenger side door.

"I wish you'd let me open the door for you, so I can be a true gentleman."

"I am an independent woman," she says, moving the seat belt over her body.

"Oh I know, baby," he says, leaning forward and kissing her lips. "Let's go home, I want you to rest after what happened today, I know you pushed yourself today."

"Just a bit, I am tired," she yawns and let her head rest on the window as she watched the pretty lights of lit up building, apartment complex's pass by her window.

Soon her eyes were closed as Gaz drove them to their shared home. The golden lit up street lamps lit up the neighborhood and Gaz pulls into the driveway, gently shaking her thighs waking her up, she yawns and lets out a soft moan. Making grabby hands towards her husband.

"Hang on, baby," he says, going around the car and opening it, unbuckling his wife from her seat, and he bridal carries her into the house. "An independent woman, huh?"

"Shut up," Y/n says, snuggling into her husbands neck and giving her some soft kisses making him shutter.

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A Few Days Later

Y/n had stayed home from work since the incident, she stayed on the couch most of her time, her husband working, and coming home every break just to come and check up on her.

"Baby, I brought you some sushi," Gaz says, coming into the house, Y/n peaking over the back of the couch with a big smile.

"Thank you, Kyle. When is your break over?"

"In a few minutes, I brought Price with me, so we can head out immediately," Y/n stood up off the couch seeing Price sitting in the cruiser in the driveway. She waves to him and he waves back.

"Thank you again, Kyle, but I'll be okay, no need to come and check on me, I have your number if anything happens, and I have Price's number in case I get ahold of you, I promise, okay?"

"I know, baby, but I just want to make sure nothing happens while I'm gone on duty and something does happen."

"I'll be fine," Y/n kissed her husband, letting him get back to work, she ate her lunch and thanked him again for her food.

[earthstellar]

what are some other nice moments from Rescue bots?

This show is loaded with them!!! :)

Here we go, some nice moments in Rescue Bots!!

I'm going to write this with the assumption that some people reading this may not have ever seen Rescue Bots or might only be somewhat familiar, as I realise the target audience skews much younger than most Transformers media does, so I'm not 100% sure how popular it was outside of that demographic in total.

Off the top of my head:

-There is an in-universe VR game called Element Quest that has a couple really good episodes, the design is cute and there are tons of meme references. Blades, at one point, goes "I used to like video games. Then I took an arrow to the knee." LOL

-I think it's cool how they actually do tie in their continuity with TFP's continuity. For example, "What Rises Above" (RB) canonically comes before "Nemesis Prime" (TFP), and this is directly referenced in the dialogue in TFP when Optimus says that he is late arriving to the base as he was exploring an underground energon deposit-- This is the deposit he explores with the Rescue Bots.

-THERE IS A MUSICAL EPISODE. IT IS EXTREMELY GOOD

-Woodrow Burns, the Chief's brother, is kind of an idiot asshole, although he's not actively malicious. But he is great with the kids and for whatever reason the only thing I can ever remember about this character is when he goes up to Cody after it's been a long time since he saw him last and says "You've grown a whole foot since the last time I saw you-- Now you'll need three socks!" IDK I just think that's a real cute dad joke thing to say to a little kid lol :')

-There is an episode where they explore the local folklore of Griffin Rock, and TL;DR the local lore is that their island is where literal griffins used to nest seasonally. So throughout the episode, there's this kind of vibe of "OK are these electrical magnetic pulses or whatever like a science problem or a magic problem" and it's actually a very cute and fun vibe, especially since Cody is talking about the lore in the first place as part of his work towards a Scouts badge and Blades is very cute in this episode, the bots are all like "okay magic isn't real but uhhh what if magic's real?" for a minute and it's great :')

-Doc Greene/Green creates a ton of fun science devices throughout the show, but the names of some are just so doofy and fun. I love the "Torna-Don't", which is a thing designed to dispel tornados. Of course. lmao

-All the weird small town local events are also very silly and cute, and weirdly realistic for those of us who are familiar with this kind of local event thing, lmao. One of my favourite concepts is one of what seems to be several crawdad-related festivals, in which there is apparently a televised crawdad race. It's a bunch of shrimps put on a tiny racetrack, like Olympic runners. LOL

-At one point, Blurr shows up, and when the Rescue Bots are trying to acclimate him to working with humans, Chase is like "Humans seem to have two genders, which are defined by how many cooties they have." This implies that as far as the Rescue Bots are aware, 1) cooties are real and 2) human gender is defined solely by how many cooties a person has, and not by anything else, thus leaving their understanding of human gender fairly open (and it is also clear they have solely learned about gender from young kids in a small town which is likely why they state there are two genders but then make it clear that gender is a cooties thing and not an inherently physical thing, which makes sense in context and is kind of great because it gives more leeway for gender diversity than I expected) and I love this a lot. What is human gender? Cooties. That's all. So someone with a particularly high number of cooties could be another gender altogether, because why not?

-There is a body swap episode, which treats us to Blades in Dani's body trying on dresses in her room. He picks an orange and white one, which matches his paint job. I also love this a lot.

-Heatwave is gruff as hell especially at the start of the series and constantly starts shit or perpetuates shit with Kade, which is super funny. Just this centuries old Cybertronian fucking with this doofus boy who keeps leaving donuts in his cab. God dammit Kade, lmao.

-There is an episode where Cody is aged up via Science Device, and we get to see an older Cody, who more closely resembles his father than his older brother does. It's cute that he'll look like his dad when he's older. :')

During this episode, he assists in a rescue, and the girl his brother has a crush on tries to hit on him, but he clearly doesn't get what's happening and thinks it's icky because of course he does, he's a kid. I just think this scene is handled well and it's cute that his reaction to being hit on is still "ewww girls" but his brother is still absolutely pissed off about it anyway LMAO like jesus Kade, relax

-Kade's mostly an asshole but he's shown to be a really good rescuer who genuinely cares about people, and he has moments where he really comes through for his family and realises on his own that he should shut up and back down on his bullshit, thus making him a better developed and more realistic asshole brother character than 99% of asshole brother characters in most shows. I think this is pretty solid because it does lead to effective character development here and there, and it makes his positive moments with his family and the bots that much nicer. :)

-Cody is such a good kid. He is often willing to give people or ideas a chance when nobody else will, and even though he's too young to actively participate in most missions, he stays involved by helping at their dispatch centre. He's a smart little dude, who has a lot of heart and a ton of potential. One of the few child characters in anything that I actually like, because I think they write him extremely well: He is young, but he is not stupid. He is not treated like an accessory or like the property of his family, he's his own person with a distinct personality within his family, with a reasonable amount of autonomy. And he's a person who is still learning and has valuable contributions while also needing guidance or support at times. 10/10

-Dani gradually gets better at helping Blades deal with his flight anxiety (and sticks up for him when the others might mock him a little for it), and this is not only inherently very nice and cute, but it also makes a lot of sense as she is a first responder/medic and we see her offer the same reassurances towards the people she helps to rescue.

-The writing for the Burns Family in general is some of the best family group character writing in anything tbh, they handle the family dynamic so well in this show, and it's extra cute as the Rescue Bots all learn a lot from observing how the family takes care of one another and the townspeople they rescue. :')

-Blades has anxiety. I also have anxiety, so I am biased and clearly love this dude, lmao. He's so fucking relatable and even though sometimes the others rip on him, it is clear that they're also very proud of him for trying his best to deal with a situation which for him is particularly difficult (he was forced to take a flight capable alt-mode when this is something he is explicitly not comfortable with) and his team mates do support him, even though Heatwave is a douche sometimes (although it is clear this is usually due to stress or something else and that the actual problem isn't Blades). Over the course of the series, Blades does develop a little more confidence, and it's very cute and nice to see him puffing himself up a little more. :)

-The overall attitudes the bots have towards humans in this show is sweet. It's clear they don't really understand humanity or humans as a whole, but it also doesn't really matter because they are so specifically oriented to their local population on the island and their focus is a relatively small community of humans. They take their duties seriously and will protect this population, even if they don't really understand the people outright. They gradually start to respect the locals (and the Burns Family) more and more as they work with them, and get acclimated to Earth. They love their dumbass weird little humans :')

This leads to a lot of fun shenanigans with the bots not understanding things, or only understanding things as they have been explained by the children, which is hilarious.

-There is an episode where local thieves steal Chase, and inspired by Cody's school drama project, he decides to go undercover after watching a bunch of old detective movies. This includes him narrating things to himself, which he is called on when Dani enters the garage and asks him "Why are the lights off? Are you talking to yourself?" lmao

-Although it isn't explicitly canonical, it's easy to interpret both Chase and Blades as being neurodivergent. Both of them display various behaviours and traits which can potentially be understood in this way, and I'm just glad that there's a show for kids where two of the main characters, who are rescue workers, are shown to be competent and skilled at their jobs and accepted by the community for who they are while also being neurodivergent. <3 It's such a good vibe when the other characters support or defend these two in particular, especially when Chase or Blades might be confused or upset about something. Chief Burns is especially great working with Chase.

-Any episode where Optimus shows up in Rescue Bots usually has some gems of cuteness/silliness. The Elvis line still takes me out, LMAO. "You're bigger than Elvis!" "I have not met this Elvis, and I am unaware of his size." 10/10 writing, I fucking love Rescue Bots

-The bots constantly call out a bunch of details that are entirely appropriate for robots from space to notice and recognise as somewhat weird, whereas a lot of the human characters are so used to 1) being human and 2) living on this incredibly weird little technologically advanced island that nothing really phases them anymore. So we can actually identify more with the bots at time, despite the fact that they are also providing an outsider point of view, which is really clever! :)

-The theme song is a fucking banger. It's so good. I love this song so much. I wish we got a full version of it, but this is the best extended version of it that I've been able to find. Enjoy!!!

-There's a lot of fairly adult stuff in the show, more than I think people realise! The tone can never get too dark outright as it is intended for young kids as the primary demographic, but there's a lot of situations, conversations, etc. that are genuinely engaging and interesting from an adult perspective, which is a large part of what makes it a great watch for all ages.

Some situational examples include scenarios where children are imperilled in natural disasters, accidents, even kidnapping at one point.

Non-kid related situations include risks and threat to civilians from AI development and the dangers that uncontrolled or poorly thought out technology can cause or exacerbate, which is significant in context and also interesting to think about given our current relationship IRL with rapid tech development and concerns around how that technology is being made and applied, either in reality or in theory.

Some dialogue examples include scenes where the bots mention their grief over being unable to save Cybertron, a sense of guilt that they were in stasis for so long even though this was beyond their control, awareness that they may be the last Rescue Bots team in operation on Earth or anywhere else in the universe (a sense of loneliness and a responsibility as the last upholders of their specific creed), struggles with their sense of duty and concerns around their ability to fulfil their expectations for themselves and meet the expectations of others while rising to the demands of their unique situation, and so on.

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this is already pretty long lmao, there's a ton of stuff I really like about Rescue Bots, but I hope this might encourage others to check out the show if you haven't before, it's well worth a watch! :)

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

its time. KAM HEADCANONS

Keefe and tam totally started dating but like. no one knew. they thought that they were best friends or already dating (linh is the only who falls into the latter)

Keefe tries to mess with tams hair. he's in awe about it. like, what does that mf put in it. and why's it so stiff-

They totally wear each other's iconic colours. keefe wears silver jewelley, belts, accessories even if it doesnt fully suit him, and tam just has ice blue stuff on him. im talking. pins and badges, stickers and a pair of earrings.

Keefe is such a swiftie. not up for debate. he just is.

Keefe is bi, and i mean the most useless bisexual ever. he finger guns at everyone. he makes bi jokes. he has frog EVERYTHING. everyone is his type and he is everyones type,

tam is gay and ace. he's totally cool with keefe's flirty/dirty jokes because tam knows and consents to them.

They are the most. physically affectionate people ever. especially keefe with tam. im thinking. the classic boyfriend hug (i like to call it the partner hug), squeezing tam way too tight hugs, lifting tam up hugs. as well as kisses everywhere. like you could map out where keefe has kissed tam and its a whole adventure.

keefe and tam totally have a matching sweater and pj set. its something totally obnoxious and they love it.

THEY. HAVE. HAIRCARE. NIGHTS. these two shits totally exchange hair products and keefe is like "what even is this" and tam is all "this would take like give hours" "beauty takes time." "and money i see"

as for surnames, i cant imagine them taking their parents. especially tam. if at all, they'd both have sencen. but i feel they'd come up with their own surnames. maybe "sensong" or even "samsung" without knowing about the brand (sophie makes fun of them)

sophie was the first to accept them. shes been around humans and understands how hard coming out is because of her highschool classmates (there was 100% gay kids in her class). the rest of them are confused and are like "whats gay" but they support their friend (and learn a bit about them too.........)

sophie 100% takes them both to the forbidden cities after they come out. to buy pride pins. keefe is absolutely enamoured by them and tam is more worried about the environment.

on this fateful trip, keefe learns about different human aesthetics. and it becomes his everything. one day a vsco girl. one day emo. one day barbiecore.

keefe uses the word coquette frequently without knowing what it means. like hed just point and say "thats coquette" and its a crushed soda can.

tam eventually tells him about coquette. does not stop keefe.

tam and keefe are not picky eaters. these two mfs will guzzle anything down

but sophie and fitz are, so when they visit, they just eat mallowmelt. just. mallowment.

kam, fedex, linhella and jenstina. sosingle and marusingle.

cassius didnt know about kam until their wedding day. and boy that was DRAMA

when kam wanted to get married, they went to the council, half of whom freaked out and half of whom applauded. it was a lot of battle, but eventually, a year later, the definition of marriage was changed in the law.

so obviously these two made headlines for being like. the first gay marriage in the lost cities. and lo and behold, cassius finds out.

hes so against it, but he doesnt show it to people in public. ofc, keefe got an angry imparter call from him that he laughed off.

quan however. oh dude was raging. he tried to call tam but BLOCKED.

then fedex and linhella got married and everyone was wth. did the human kid just bring the gay with her?? and not be gay herself??

anywho, on the topic of marriage. keefe totally proposed.

keefe was sick of waiting for tam to propose and caved and bought a ring. it was silver with a blue stone in it in the shape of a kite.

keefe brought tam to a cliff and proposed to him there (saying that if tam said no, its alright bcuz he could jump off)

tam was competely pink and told keefe to "shut the fuck up" and pulled out a ring. BECAUSE TAM WAS PLANNING TO PROPOSE (at a later date)

okay im sucked dry of HCs. lmk if yall have any

[paeries]

~ spyrry sneak peek~

disclaimer; contents are subject to change once fully edited and posted

cw; swearing, spy!reader x spy!harry, enemies to lovers??

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“I don’t care what the conditions are, Terrance! I’m not doing it! Get someone else for it this time.” Y/N barked, doing her best to keep in stride with her boss, who regrettably ruined her otherwise great morning with quite possibly the worst news of her life.

“There is no one else, dammit! You two are the most qualified for this exact job. You’re doing it.” The director glared, “You and Styles both cryin’ about it every morning, I don’t care! If there was another way, don’t you think I’d try and spare myself the agony of hearing you two argue?” he finished, practically out of breath, the poor thing. She rolled her eyes at the mention of his name, and she was sure she was scowling, with the way people were scrambling to get out of the way.

“That’s all good and well, but I am physically not going to do it.” She reiterated, effectively putting her foot down on the matter once they reached the debriefing hall.

“I had a feeling it’d come down to this,” Terrance sighed, and subtly nodded to a few others behind her. “Sorry, Y/N, it’s only for a little while.”

“What are you tal- Hey!” She shrieked as she was grabbed and cuffed to the chair. “Come on! I’ll get out of these!” She huffed, tugging at the silicone covered chains.

“Yes, but it’ll hold you till he gets here.” He answered before stepping out into the hallway and shut the heavy door between them. Her jaw fell open, before anger taking over her, a growl leaving her lips as she pulled at the cuffs. “Cool it, cool it…” She whispered to herself, relaxing as best she could, what with her fists clenched tightly.

She couldn’t believe this, of all the people that work in this god forsaken building, not a single one of them could train well enough to give Harry some better competition as number two. (Because let's face it, she's number one because she is the best, and if they couldn’t beat out Harry, they certainly weren't coming very close to her spot.) And now, because the insufferable prick can’t ever keep his mouth shut, she’s got to be the one cuffed to a chair that's bolted into the damn floor. After all the hard work, and dedication she’s given the agency, everything she’s done to keep money in their pockets, and this is how they treat her? They let one stray dog in, just to muck it up. All the mistakes he’s made that they’ve had to rip her out of her home or training to fix his problems, now they want them to double a mission together? She’d sooner quit.

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“No, no fucking way.” Harry huffed, slowing his steps down the hallway once he realised he recognised the head of hair waiting in the room they were headed to. “You’re absolutely insane if you think there's any way I’m agreeing to this.” He argued, extending his arm out to gesture to the door. “This isn’t up for discussion, Agent.” The director calmly said, as he had already prepared for another round. Terrance took a steady breath before scanning his badge and the door separating them opened again. There she was, legs crossed over one another, looking totally unamused as she sat at the table while twirling around the cuffs she managed herself out of. “Oh, look, visiting hours.” She deadpanned, rolling her eyes. “What, he doesn’t get cuffs?”

“I don’t believe this! You can’t seriously tell me that no one here is better than her besides me?” He huffed and Y/N rolled her eyes, tossing the cuffs to the table. “No one here is better than me, period. You’re nowhere close to what I bring in.” A snicker falling past her lips as she watched Harry get visibly worked up. “You took out one man, and you think we all have to bow down to you !” Y/N laughed, pleased at his reaction. “It wasn’t one man, it was the man, and there’s no rea-,” She started before the director shut the argument down. “S’enough already. I’d get rid of both of you if there were anyone better. Fact of the matter is, for some reason, your competitiveness against one another, makes the other better. Christ, y’don’t even know what you have to do yet.” Terrance sighed, pinching the nerves at the top of his nose after the pair glared again at one another.

“Now, are we ready to listen?”

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“That’s even worse than before, T!” She cried, bringing her hands to her face. “We’ll never be able to pass off as a loving couple, are you crazy?!” Harry groaned, “We’ll be killed.”

“Speak for yourself, m’not stupid enough to get myself killed. It’ll be you that does it because you can’t keep y’mouth-,” She was seething, but thankfully the director stepped in once again with a slam of the rather hefty dossier on the table. “That is the brief, moving on.” He breathed, going to the screen to pull up the pictures. “I don’t care how you do it, when you do it, where you do it, just don’t use a gun. Ballistics tells too much about our whereabouts. Locate, and disarm the bomb, Harry, and Y/N, hack into his servers after the two of you infiltrate. Planes ready, pack up and go. It’ll be a while.”

“Terran-“ “Wait a second!” The two spoke at once, trying their best to squeeze in their complaints and concerns in a last ditch effort.

“Go! Get out of here, you’ve given me a headache in the fifteen minutes you've been around each other. Argue on the plane and annoy the pilot for all I care. Just, don’t kill each other.” The director left quickly, desperate to get away from the ticking time bomb as fast as he could.

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After the initial wave of disappointment ebbed away, she decided she’d better get to packing and quickly, if she was going to catch the flight. “Move,” She huffed, rolling her eyes at him as he continued to stand in the way of the door. “You move.” He breathed back, shouldering past her as he grabbed the rather weighty accordion file that held all the information about their mission. After briefly turning through a few pages, he glanced up to see that she had already started down the hall. Her strides quick and strong but focused; one of her angry walks. “Wait!” He called, jogging after her until he caught up. “Y’really gonna leave without even looking at it?” He asked in near disbelief, it was very unlike her to not want to know everything.

She turned the corner sharply, leaving Harry to stumble as he missed the turn. After correcting, he stopped at her desk, waiting for his answer as she rummaged through the drawers. Finally, her head snapped up at him as if questioning what he was still doing there. “Well?” Harry repeated while holding the file up, frustrated that she’d completely ignored him. “S’what the fucking plane is for, Harry. Of course m’not spending 2 hours on a plane, then driving another 5 and a half without some reading material.” Oh. Harry kept quiet, grumbling some sort of a ‘whatever’ before going to collect his own belongings to pack up.

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(there’s the sneakerrr, i literally have been having the hardest time NOT thinking about these two because i’ve been in a very argumentative mood, call it the gemini in me but it is what it is)

[crystalelemental]

Full tierlist is here, breakdown of the S-tier. As the youth say, these are my blorbos. The kids still say blorbo, right?

In all seriousness, this is going to be the longest part by far.  The major difference between A-tiers, who are largely some of my favorites you may have seen me talk about a lot, and the S-tiers here, is that S-tiers are so personally compelling they define my attachment to the series. I am going to talk A Lot.  So, reverse order, let's talk about S-tier.

Clair Crystal Lore: I am a younger cousin of a particularly talented older cousin.  I'm sure this immediately sets the stage for why I like Clair so much.  Having her try so hard to be stronger than the talented older cousin, and being Very Angry that she can't seem to be no matter what she does, resonated with me profoundly.  The very first fanfiction I wrote was as a roughly ten year old child, giving her the victory over Lance I felt she deserved, and nearly two decades later I recreated it in one of my personal favorite fics.  Clair just got me.

In terms of what she is within the series, Clair, like Whitney, exudes personality in a short window of time.  Uniquely, Clair refuses to give you a badge after you beat her, demanding you go through an additional trial.  Notably, this mimics modern games giving their pre-match trials that feel completely pointless, but instead of a time waster, Clair's actions define who she is.  She's a sore loser who cannot stand when others are recognized as being more capable than her.  She hates that Lance seems to be the favorite, she hates that the Elder doesn't recognize her, she hates that this random challenger can waltz in and beat her.  She's set to refuse accepting you passed the trial, until threatened with consequences of...telling Lance.  Which she considers a big enough deal to relent.  She hates that he's the favorite...but she does respect him.  It's an absolutely divine presentation of this kind of dynamic, for a hot-headed character seeking recognition, feeling like they're overshadowed.

The fun is that Clair, at least visually and in team composition, is highly distinct from Lance despite both being dragon tamers.  This is something HGSS loses a bit given evolutions and team expansions, but Clair is defined as someone aligned to the sea, while Lance is defined as someone aligned to the skies.  It's a common joke that Lance is secretly a Flying trainer, but that's by design.  He is master of the skies, high above the rest of the world.  And in contrast, Clair belongs to the seas, with an ace defined by its presence deep below the waves, and a typing that leaves its sole vulnerability as other Dragons.  Symbolically, this is an excellent presentation of how she perceives her relationship to Lance.  That sense of inferiority in comparison to him is, quite literally, her core weakness.

When I write Clair, I like to think a lot about what she'd be with age.  As the cools off, I imagine her to be more introspective and reflective, moving from the external comparison to the people she respects but feels she cannot measure up to, to comparison to her past self and where she's going in her own life.  This is undoubtedly projection, but Clair has always been a profoundly important character to me because of that personal connection.

Cynthia Perhaps my most normie opinion of the entire tier list: Cynthia is really cool actually.  I feel like there are not many people willing to argue this, save to be contrarian.  Which, mood, I'll get to that, but call it what it is.  Cynthia's an excellent design, and a notoriously difficult challenge that keeps her ranked as a favorite for most.  Yet at the same time, I am also part of the group that gets really frustrated with the general fan perception of Cynthia.  Part of that is...too much waifu-ing of a character who Does Not Look LIke That, but in equal measure, people tend to over-emphasize the coolness of Cynthia and ignore that she's kind of a massive dork.

What's presented in-game is honestly fascinating in comparison to her predecessors.  Consider previous champions.  Blue is the son of Professor Oak, the most esteemed researcher in the series.  Lance is the prodigy son of a prestigious line of dragon tamers.  Steven is the son of a powerful CEO of the foremost company in Hoenn.  By comparison, Cynthia is the granddaughter of the chief of a podunk village in the middle of bumfuck nowhere mountain.  Cynthia's rise is from relative obscurity, and what she does with this fame is...kinda wander around pursuing her personal interests.  She takes after Steven in this way, being a recurring presence in the player's adventure, but never really taking over the spotlight.

Much like Dawn, her personality is solidified by her contrast to Cyrus, who exists in opposition to human spirit, and more thematically, to emotion.  Like Volo and Cogita, her namesake can align to the "I think/wish/feel, therefore I am," with Cynthia being the "feel."  She is wholly emotional, driven by her internal whims and what captures her interest.  She's open and earnest, almost to a fault, being willing to address Cyrus' philosophical inquiries with "If you hate people so much, just go live by yourself, I don't care about your tantrum."  

Following her feelings is what leads to her arrival in Unova.  She literally spends half a year, every year given she's in both games, just hanging out at the beach with her girlfriend/wife Caitlin, and exploring ruins.  At no point is the question of whether whether she should spend so long away from her job important to her.  Cynthia travels when and where she wants, and more importantly, crashes at a "friend's" place while doing it.  Masters expands on this a bit, confirming that part of her reason is that Darach tidies up for her.  She's bad at housekeeping, tends to make a mess of everything, and she likes having someone help take care of it for her.  The illustrious Champion of Sinnoh cannot clean her room.  That's endearing to me.

Cynthia, for all her perceived polish, is a massive nerd and a domestic disaster, and that's fantastic.  I love a character that can present as effortlessly cool and a complete dweeb depending on circumstance.  The level of excitement and whimsy she expresses about legends and myths and her research, before she goes into Serious Battle Mode and stomps your shit in, is the sauce that makes her so appealing.  I don't think you can have a truly engaging Cynthia without both sides in play.

Geeta In very provable terms, Geeta is the least popular champion in the series.  People, broadly, Do Not Like Her.  Part of this is comparative.  In a game that introduced a ton of strong and present personalities, Geeta does fail to stand out, being more downplayed and seemingly all business polish.  When you're surrounded by lunatics, being the "normal" one is less appealing (see my stance on Larry).  Part of this is fan response to the concept of having a boss, actively vilifying her for incredibly benign actions, and making absolutely wild assumptions about her leadership style and capabilities based on incomplete information.  I'm not beating around the bush on this one, I think people are overtly hostile to Geeta for no reason, and it's become a self-reinforcing stance in fandom as people flock to the general consensus.  And me?  I am many things.  A massive hater, deeply biased by aesthetics, possibly too old to write this many words about a children's series for children.  But the very core of my being, is being contrarian.  And damn if her spot here isn't everyone else's fault.

Let's address the former issue.  Geeta, in presentation, comes off very down-played, being the polished and calm business woman who, by appearance, exudes too little to stand out.  This is facade.  Just like Larry, Geeta self-identifies as fairly normal, but is possibly the least hinged of any particular group.  When Penny hacks into the League system and embezzles tens of thousands of dollars in funds, her response is "That's awesome.  Buff up our security system and we won't tell the feds."  I have seen people spin this to "Geeta is blackmailing Penny," in case we want to keep counting of meaningless vilification attempts. Geeta is lackadaisical about rules and, apparently, legality.  When you go into Area Zero without permission, it's Rika that snaps at you about breaking rules.  Geeta thinks it's fine, and is giving special permission to people outside her institution to explore.

Her battle also highlights a lot of how she is as a person.  Like okay, I'm assuming everyone landed critical hits, or had her get a lucky shot in, right?  If you didn't, the short is that Geeta comments on everything, but it comes across as wildly condescending.  "Surely this isn't enough to deter you," "Yes, that's the correct move in this situation."  She seems really smug, but the thing is...she's being genuine.  She's clapping for you, smiling the same way she always does.  She does think you're doing a good job and is trying to be encouraging, and is so so bad at it.  I think there's a reason she considers Nemona her sort of successor; she likely sees a lot of herself in Nemona's complete lack of social grace.  She is singularly driven to make Paldea's league exceptional, and despite her efforts to be encouraging and enthusiastic, comes across as condescending or insincere, and I don't read that as intentional from her at all.  Despite claims that they were obviously setting up Villain Geeta, she's been on the level the whole time.  She's just awkward, guys.

When I write her, this is what I like to lean into.  She is deeply awkward, and has no idea what she's supposed to be doing outside of her job.  She runs two organizations, and has zero known personal hobbies.  In many ways, she's a foil to Larry.  Larry doesn't like his position, but as a means to an end, has thrown his entire life into work in hopes of an early escape, with nothing to fall back on.  Geeta knows nothing but her work, and is likely to die at her desk.  She knows what she likes, but doesn't know how to act outside of that, and it rubs people wildly the wrong way.

Which leads to the second issue.  Fan perception of her is starkly negative, and this personal friction leads to assessments of her abilities that are wildly critical given that we don't know what she stepped into.  Consider Paldea as a whole.  This is the only region where we have a legitimate, fully funded Academy for research.  Trainer Schools in other regions are exclusively for battling, but Paldea, uniquely, has Pokemon Biology, Home Ec, Mathematics, as if any ten year old needs to know that shit when you have dinosaurs that are your friend.  No other region provides such a robust set of studies for future career paths.  Paldea's League, then, is in direct competition with all of these other fields of study, in a way other regions are not.  Of course there's not as much money behind it, it has significant competition.

Despite this, people will assert that it is Geeta's poor management that results in Gym Leaders taking a second job, when...Unova.  Unova also has Gym Leaders take on secondary, more lucrative positions, and no one criticizes Alder's management skills.  If anything, Geeta is keenly aware of the fact the League doesn't pay well, but still expects her Leaders to at least care about their job.  Notably, no one gets fired.  The Leaders remain despite the performance review, and despite many showing outright apathy about the position.  Moreover, while it's not necessarily her doing (though I assume it is), the LP system subsidizes pay.  This one gets her a lot of flak too, calling LP a form of company scrip (Vilification Count: 2), but last I checked, company scrip cannot be used at your local independent hot dog stand, with a 1:1 ratio for actual cash.  If anything it's the polar opposite; lacking in direct funding to pay better, a system was implemented in which League members, in addition to their actual wages, receive LP that operates, somehow, at a 1:1 value with proper currency.  This is both a brilliant move to incentivize people to take the positions, and an outright miracle of bureaucracy that she got nearly every organization in the country to agree to it.

I can go on about her battle being badmouthed as poor design, and how that's really just game design failing an otherwise competent team, but I've done that before and I don't want to spend forever one one character.  My point is, Geeta is the closest I come to "Everyone else is interpreting this character wrong."  Geeta is absolutely fascinating to me.  She wants so badly to make the League as grand as any other, and in the face of massive competition that puts them in a less favorable position, has largely risen to the occasion.  She's not perfect.  She makes Katy hold back so challengers experience early success, which is behaviorally sound for competitors, but unsatisfying to her employee.  She's not infallible.

But she cares deeply for her people, and wants the best for them.  That's why she doesn't just ignore Penny's actions, she offers her a job putting her known skills to positive use and guiding a career.  That's why she "forces" Larry to use Flying types; she's aware he's in a rut and doesn't love what he does, and is nudging him to expand his interests and horizons.  That's why she has Nemona sit out of the Academy Ace Tournament; difficult as it is for her, Nemona is gearing up to take her place as Top Champion, and needs practice organizing the event rather than being its top competitor.  People don't really like her for it.  Again, social graces are nonexistent, and her sense of what's right to do isn't always what people want.  But there's a reason those performance reviews end with everyone showing renewed interest and investment in their positions.  Contrary to popular belief, Geeta knows what she's doing, and is damned good at it.

Valerie Aesthetically perfect, I adore Valerie's design.  What pushed her over the edge is a particular bit of dialogue from someone in the hotels who talks about various characters.  He tells you that "Miss Valerie"  is actually from Johto.  Her fashion is largely centered on Johto fashion, but she came to Kalos for reasons we don't really know.  Which should get the brain juices flowing.  For me, the connection was obvious: from Johto, kimono-based attire, mains an Eeveelution.  That is a Kimono Girl.  Formerly, at least, but that is a Kimono Girl, you cannot convince me otherwise.

So then Masters jumps in, produces the Silver and Ho-oh event where she knows all about Ho-oh...only for them to have her say "Sorry, I'm not, I just know a lot about it."  Which...okay.  I'm choosing to interpret that as strictly literal.  She is not, in this iteration, a Kimono Girl.  But either she was and is no longer, or wanted to be.  This is fan speculation in spades at this point, but that's half the fun, right?

In the former case, it's...kind of whatever.  It implies that she got bored or something, but the conclusion is she left of her own accord.  Perhaps to pursue fashion, who knows.  But I find these conclusions relatively boring.  They don't really lead you anywhere.  The latter case, however, has implications.  Did she want to become one but couldn't?  Why couldn't she?  Did she fail out?  That seems unlikely, given her knowledge of relevant Johto mythology and working understanding of Johto fashion.  Was she not allowed to become one?  Why not?  Is the position something you're born into, and despite how much she admired them, she just couldn't follow those footsteps?  Or was something else in play?  I have an answer, but I'm literally in process writing a fic with my answer and don't want to spoil that, so look forward to it, shameless plug.

My point is that, very succinctly, Valerie is the kind of character who is sprinkled with just enough connected dots that you can really run wild with speculation about what her deal is.  And her deal becomes exponentially more fascinating when she talks about wanting to literally become a Pokemon, Mystery Dungeon style.  Valerie, what in god's name does that mean?  Like you want to look like one?  Your clothes do weight thirty-three pounds, apparently, so dedication to the need for fairy wings.  Or do you want to physically metamorphose into a fairy?  Do you assume that's possible based on the forbidden Sinnoh deeplore we're all now privy to?  How do you expect to...actually, talk to Opal, she may know a thing or two.

Valerie just winds up being a favorite off of aesthetic preference, and finding her really interesting to speculate about. I can safely say she's probably the "shallow" favorite of the seven, but there's a reason she's #4. I think there's a lot of enjoyment to be had with speculation about a character, where canon doesn't answer too much for you but gives just enough to really get you thinking about it. Also I think all gym leaders should be completely unhinged, my biggest criticism of Galar is that everyone's kinda downplayed, and Valerie is one of the least hinged characters we get in the series. I love her dearly.

Roxanne I have a strong affinity for the straight-laced, serious, studious types.  Needless to say, Roxanne is so in this category that, when I first played Sapphire, Roxanne was my favorite instantly.  There is a cute bookworm girl who is really into cool rocks?  I like cool rocks!  Attachment established.

The core of "cute nerd who is deeply fixated on her interest" is the appeal.  Roxanne is an absolute treasure, being deeply invested in rocks because she is a lover of history, and rocks (specifically, fossils and such) tell a story about the ancient past.  She'd get along well with Cynthia, is all I'm saying.  But within her own region, she has the closest connection to Steven, her Rock Pal, who she talks with endlessly about different rocks and stones.  What's fun is the contrast.  Steven's appeal to rocks seems to be that he finds them pretty and likes the rare ones.  He's the equivalent of a card collector who likes showing off the shiny reverse holo foil he pulled.  Roxanne, however, is about story.  She actually knows how to play the game and maybe this common isn't flashy and impressive, but she loves the tricks it can pull and thinks the art really captures the story they're telling through the flavor text.

There's also her teacher/tutor angle, depending on perceived age (recently leaked documents state 14, though your stance on unreleased internal documents that have very evidently changed is up to you).  Roxanne knows a lot, but is also someone who wants to share that knowledge with others.  She seems to like working with kids, doing so voluntarily and, presumably, does a good job.  Her younger gym trainers all seem to look up to her, anyway.  She is admired for her skills and knowledge, if nothing else.

Fan perception, but it's her social relationships I think bear examination.  She has Steven, who...we never see directly interact with her in the series proper.  And she allegedly has Brawly, who she interacted with in the demo of ORAS but again, never in series.  She just mentions getting your number from him, so we know they're in communication, but nothing else.  And the thing is, while she is admired for being the top of the class student, that tends to come with some social distance, as she may seem more unapproachable.  Add in a tendency to start monologuing in really technical detail about her specific area of interest that not many others are going to reciprocate, and you have a good recipe for a character who is, at some level, rather isolated.  There's a reason that, even within Masters, her only close associations seem to be other Rock-type trainers, who share her fervor for rocks.

Masters added dialogue about how she always wanted to train a Golem specifically.  This feels like a minor detail, but (1) Geodude is fairly common, so this isn't particularly unreasonable for most people, except that (2) it's a trade evolution.  To make that, specifically, your distant goal that you're hoping to one day achieve implies that...you don't have someone to trade with.  You're easily talented enough to train up to a Graveller.  But Golem?  That requires something that goes a step outside of your knowledge. Which is the premise of another fic I wrote, are you sensing a pattern?

Despite this, Roxanne never really seems lonely or sad, or even all that concerned about it.  She's the type to be perfectly fine with a small, close circle of friends she gets along with.  And it's not that she can't adapt to other areas of interest, she teaches for god's sake.  But she knows what she likes and stays true to that, pulling just enough competence to interface well with anyone she needs to.

Roxanne, similar to Clair, hits at a very personal level, even if some of that is due to strictly personal interpretation. While I will often bemoan fandom tendency to big up random characters that are canonically blank slates, I do at least understand the personal connection to a character based on what you've perceptually built of them. Roxanne is, in many ways, that kind of character to me.

Jasmine I am a slut for Johto.  By region, it is my favorite, it's a nostalgia thing, it is part of my soul, it will never leave me.  In particular, I attached very strongly to Olivine, a city near the sea.  While not quite the same thing, I spent a lot of my younger days near the water, and feel a profound connection to it.  Olivine felt deeply like home to me because of that.  If I were going to have my own Pokesona, which is definitely not a thing I did as a child, they'd live in Olivine.  And naturally, this meant there was connection with Jasmine.

Aesthetically, Jasmine is another that just clicks with me.  Incredibly cute design, backed by an ace that is a giant metallic snake monster.  You have no idea how much I love that Masters kept this going by giving her Celesteela.  Jasmine's just a fun and eye-catching look, especially with the HGSS redesign.

Her personality is best encapsulated in her intro.  "I use the - Clang! - Steel type!  ...do you know about Steel type?  They are very cold, sharp, and really strong.  Um...I'm not lying."  First note: Jasmine describes her type in very tactile terms.  She is someone who thrives on the sensory, and appreciates the qualities of cold, sharp, and the noise they make, with her "Clang!" in Masters' sync moves being interpretable as a vocal stim at this point.  Second note: she introduces herself and her type, and then the script falls apart, so she just starts talking about her favorite type. There's even a delay before she starts talking again, implying a bit of silence as nothing happens.  Third: following that, there's another pause, where she tries to fill the silence and what she comes up with is an incredibly awkward "I'm not lying" before giving up and just starting the fight.  Our girl is incredibly awkward, and I adore her.  Because despite this, she tries to break out of that mold.

Jasmine is very mild-mannered and soft-spoken, often apologetic and uncertain, but she tries.  Jasmine is constantly pushing herself to move out of her comfort zone.  She's one of few characters who actively travels to another region.  We find her in Sinnoh, where she's taken up Contests as well, which I always interpreted her as being particularly invested in personal experiences.  Yet where we find her is Sunyshore.  By the sea.  It's comforting to her.  It reminds her of home.  What the game shows us is a young girl who is deeply socially anxious, trying her best to push herself to get out there. She's doing it scared, but by god, she is doing it.

We also get more of her general life, given the little mini events in HGSS.  We get to know that Jasmine is a huge eater despite her slender frame (girl, same), and we get to see her talk to Erika, who she cannot socially keep up with.  Erika has her flustered in like fifteen seconds flat.  And god bless Masters, because when Jasmine talks about Erika, it is in absolutely gushing praise with literal hearts bursting over her, transitioning immediately into blushes and insistence you never tell Erika because that's really embarrassing.  Girl is down bad for the girl who...kinda teases her for giggles.  That's her best friend/girl crush.  I'm not even theorizing, Masters has basically canonized that.

Jasmine is just an entire mood, being socially withdrawn but trying to branch out, awkward but trying so hard to engage with people, pushes herself to do all the things she desperately wants to experience, and finds comfort in the ocean and her preferred sensory input.  She feels like one of the most fleshed out characters in very little time on screen, and unlike many who get development, hers is less about grand sweeping character arcs, and more about her day to day.  It's about knowing the kind of person she is. I find her deeply relatable, and delightfully charming.

Caitlin Among the many archetypes that capture my interest immediately, there is no more powerful category than "Has very strong emotions, does not understand them at all."  When you combine this with a wealthy lady who barks orders, I stand literally no chance.  Getting to know about EVs and competitive stuff was the worst thing to ever happen to me, but it did mean I challenged the Platinum Frontier, and I cannot begin to tell you what Caitlin did to me at that age.  Seeing her come back in BW1, now a member of the Elite Four using my favorite type in Psychic, was an instant kill.  No one did it like Caitlin.

Of course, this is the initial hook that would eventually drag me directly into gacha hell once again.  Seriously, I picked up Masters specifically because I wanted to play as Caitlin.  What drew me to her was the background they go in to.

See, Psychic, as a type, is often associated not with thought, but with feeling.  With empathy.  Sabrina initially asserts that everyone has some Psychic power, they just don't realize it, with the implicit lesson being that your ability to connect with others and to feel things out is a form of psychic power.  Tate and Liza show similar given their coordination tactics.  Caitlin is the next evolution of that, taking the concept of "Psychic powers as emotional strength" to a different conclusion.  Specifically, what happens when you can't control it?

In Platinum, Caitlin is forbidden from battling.  They don't really go in depth about why, just that she can't, so Darach does it for her.  When we meet in Unova, the answer is explained: "the force of my emotions shook me greatly.  When my power awoke, I came close to destroying everything around me."  She's even clear about what the emotion was, talking about how she's never beaten Cynthia, and would explode with rage.  She doesn't handle losing well, and has eruptive psychic power that make it actively dangerous for her to get mad.

Caitlin is someone with anger issues, whose understanding of elegance and poise is to just not do that at all.  Just don't get mad.  She even refers to that time as her "weak self," as if trying to distance from that part of her.  But while battling, when you get to her last Pokemon, she says she needs to stay cool and collected no matter what, as if talking herself through it.  And in her villa, she'll talk about how she thinks it's better to just have no psychic power at all, than power you can't control.  Using the "Psychic powers as channeling feeling," she's someone who thinks it's better to feel nothing than to feel out of control. There's a reason I think she and Cyrus would have stuff to talk about.

By BW2, Caitlin has dropped the "weak self" and no longer talks herself through things while on the verge of losing, instead presenting as much calmer and even enjoying the match. But that personal philosophy stays.  She pursues this notion of an ideal, elegant self, but that self is one completely divorced from the things she is feeling. And it's only through experience confronting those emotions and working through them that she actually starts to properly adapt.

Specifically, losing to Cynthia got her used to it, and helped her learn to calm down.  In her position as Elite Four, losing to the protagonists (and likely Iris) further built familiarity.  She keeps it in check now.  It's delightfully powerful, and resonates very strongly on a personal level.  As someone who has also had difficulty controlling frustration and anger, and also internalized shame over it to the point you think the only thing to expect is Never Get Mad, Caitlin lands extremely hard.

Coincidentally, this is also part of why Caitlin/Cynthia is my big pairing.  Cynthia, canonically, is part of what got Caitlin to where she is.  Their battles taught Caitlin to accept loss, and Cynthia's continued presence with her through explosive outbursts shows a level of trust and care that is, frankly, rare in the series.  Friendship is a huge thematic point of Pokemon, but in many cases it's interest in similar things, or that sort of kid friendship where you both are playing in the same sandbox and therefore are friends right now.  Caitlin and Cynthia have this incredibly fascinating backstory of a girl who could not control her power, and a girl who stuck with her until she could.  Even if you're weirded out about age gap or just don't like the ship, there's something uniquely powerful to their dynamic I don't think you can get anywhere else in the series.

Caitlin is just the most personal connection I have ever gotten out of a Pokemon character.  She is the ideal aesthetic, she mains the best type, she's a powerful temper doing her best to be composed, grappling with internalized shame and a desire to be rid of those feeling entirely, but makes her way through to better control it without suppressing who she is.  It's like I said, absolutely no one did it like Caitlin.

Shameless Self-Promotion If you read through all 39 of those paragraphs, maybe you would like to read 39 other paragraphs of fanfiction?  If so inclined, here's the link to my AO3 account, where I have written:

Several Caitlin/Cynthia fics, and some Caitlin-specific fics

Geeta-positive propaganda

General-rated Volo fic, which one comment tells me is super rare

WataOshi fic, but not a pairing anyone cares about

That one Little Goody Two Shoes fic

Among others. I also cross-post each fic under this tag on Tumblr, with some commentary if you're into that sort of thing. I've been working on new projects that should hopefully start going live by the end of the week too. I'm hoping to have one or two up tonight, we'll see.

[euclydya]

can y'all tell me about hatena? :0 i think it has something to do with flipnote animations but i never had a 3ds or anything, so i don't know much about it :'] but i see y'all talk about it sometimes!! :0

mhm! So flipnote studio was actually an app on the dsi! it was for animating indeed, and while it was very simplistic in design people made a LOT of cool animations with it! for example, a couple of flipnote artists we really looked up to back in the day were EpicGuitar and ShinyEevee:

they were SO popular on hatena dude. Epic especially, I think the two of em (they're brothers and they shared a ds to animate) were like The Most Popular animator on american hatena at one point but wdr Exactly fndndndjdjfjd

but ANYWAYS. Hatena was our first social media, it's where we met our bff of like. over 10 years? when did we meet exactly??? in 2013 I think JESUS IT'S BEEN LIKE 11 YEARS @primordial0riginator ??????????? I'm getting off topic but what the fuck time flies! so yeah hatena's pretty important to us cuz not only did it kickstart our love for animation and helping us take art seriously, we also met like. Our Best Friend In The Entire World there!

Back to hatena though it was like. Hell sometimes HDJSJSJDKDDKS you'd go to check the most popular flipnotes and of course see The Big Popular Famous Guys (Epic, ShinyEevee, Gizmo... God who else. I'm having a mind blank fbdhshxjfjdb) but also sooooo much spam because hatena worked on a. "give this flipnote Stars" system where you could just sit down and spam click a button and give a flipnote an infinite amount of gold stars? which were like... Likes fhdjsjdjdsjd.

There were other stars too though. Green stars, you got those for correctly reporting theft of flipnotes as compensation! There were also blue, red, and purple stars! Blue and red stars you had to buy, same with purple stars I think, but you could gift em all out after you bought em. Getting any coloured star was seen as a badge of honour or some shit, ESPECIALLY purple stars. If you got a purple star you were FUCKING. AMAZING. you were like, talk of the town for a bit. Those fuckers were EXTREMELY FUCKING RARE. probably because they cost a shitton.

Actually scratch that, I just googled it and apparently they were so rare because you could only get them in the most expensive stars pack (you could buy coloured stars in packs btw!) and they weren't even guaranteed to show up, what the fuck? Not to mention this app was full of children and young teens, barely any adults posting flipnotes, so you KNOW everyone's parents were like.... Nnnahhhhhhh to buying coloured stars HSDNSHSJSJDSJ. We vividly remember ShinyEevee getting a purple star and we were SO happy for him tbh

And!!! speaking of stars even more, they could be used not just on flipnotes but to buy custom themes for your creator room! A creator room was like. Your profile. You could customize it after you hit a certain milestone (something like having a registered active account for more than a week idr exactly) and good LIRD they had tons of themes to choose from HFDNDKDKDKXJZ i remember a fairly cheap one we saved up for iirc was a galaxy theme? it was. very pretty and only costed green stars. I'm sure there were themes out there that needed purple stars to be purchased but Whateverrrrr HDDHDJDHDJD

uhhhh what else. The most popular type of flipnote was the AMV, animated music video. You'd see tons of people's furry ocs lipsyncing to Whatever Popular Pop Songs have been playing on the radio recently and if you were lucky those flipnotes would be Unlocked, meaning you can download them and change them—obviously this was a huge sign of trust because people WOULD ABSOLUTELY STEAL YOUR FUCKING ART FHFHCJDJDDJFJ but anyway. People would leave their notes unlocked all the time so others could spin em off and use the audio to animate to.

There were AVs, Animated videos, which were like. not music videos obvs but short comedy tidbits? Like. using the audio from family guy or SpongeBob instead of music. Those were popular too ofc but not as much as AMVs; a few creators were known for their AVs moreso than their AMCVs though! and usually people did a mix of both cuz AVs didn't take as long to animate than AMVs did cuz people put E F F O R T into making AMVs usually JEHDJDSJDJDU

There were PVs, picture videos, where the animation was very limited. Nowadays ig those are called animatics! Usually set to music, and the music was generally vocaloid. Not much to say about em tbh

uhhhhjjj what else... We remember people would "import" flipnotes too. Usually really well animated Japanese flipnotes. Idk how they'd do it, but they'd get onto japanese hatena somehow and download tons of popular flipnotes from over there and repost them (with proper credit... sometimes.) to american hatena. those also got super popular usually!

I think that's it tbh! It was a nice and sorta niche community that made up a lotta people's childhoods. Hatena itself shut down in 2013 or 2014, and was quickly replaced with Sudomemo, which... Hoo lord. Sudomemo is its own can of worms HDDHSJDJDJDSIDK. Lotta good animators over there too but afaik it's either DEAD dead now (as in, not active at ALL) or it's also been shut down? Not sure tbh. But yeah! There's the basics of what hatena was, there's tons of video essays out there going into more depth if you're ever curious though!

-Jimmy

[katyspersonal]

Djura x Valtr divorce thoughts

Tbh the first thing I thought about when I've learned this bit was that Valtr commissioned this weapon specifically, rather than just used one of them cool Powder Kegs inventions, but it could be even so much more!

'Old hunter' is the term referring to the Hunters of Gehrman's type, the different kind than Church's ones, and we know Djura is one of the Old Hunters as well! It would only make sense that Valtr got in Yharnam around the time when they were pretty active, especially since the pieces of Constable Set (corpses of his dead friends) are picked around Hunter's Nightmare, which is specifically built around Old Hunters era! It is also easy to assume that in that era, Powder Kegs were not active and instead it was Oto Workshop since you get Firing Hammer badge in Hunter's Nightmare, but:

It is hard to tell! The Oto Workshop badge, the Firing Hammer one, is dropped by NPC Bestial Hunter, whereas Oto Workshop did not create the Boom Hammer (funny enough!), and yet Old Hunters all over Hunter's Nightmare are using this weapon! Reasonable to assume that Hunter's Nightmare captivated the timeframe after Oto Workshop already fallen, and was replaced by Powder Kegs. And so, Djura was already a big deal!

I also love the attention to the bit that Boom Hammer entailed an especially strong vitriol towards the beasts. This attitude easily could have been Djura's past prior and during the time of Powder Kegs burning the Old Yharnam, something he came to regret (not unlike Maria). And so, Valtr had an idea for a weapon that would kill in especially twisted and aggressive way - an approach Djura could sympathise with! And moveover, sort of take Valtr under his wing, since he'd have a hard time, really:

Valtr instantly caught extreme prejudice and mockery on himself for the ""awful crime"" of not reacting in the most sane way on having his companions murdered by this beast. Valtr already has an aggressive temper, and clearly companionship means everything for this guy as his dying words are about his confederates, so of course he was more fucked than maybe even another hunter in this same situation would be. He was not even a hunter at that time! The way it is worded, in my opinion, emphasises what the Yharnamites think of him: that eating beasts is "just" what he does, or all those whacky foreigners do for that matter, rather than exceptional moment of his life. I think the nickname of beast eater got glued to him because of that, like eternal reminder that what he experienced, and how he reacted to the traumatic event, now defines him in everyone's eyes, rather than like... he made a habit of eating beasts... Heck, maybe it does define him. Maybe it did change him forever, and this "aggressive manic" character is what replaced the person that died in that day.

It is only fair that Djura would want to give a hand. I like the idea of him being the first one to try to reach out instead of being weirded out or afraid or disgusted: something that even other hunters could have felt nonetheless, as in, 'he is like a beast himself now lmao'.

It is also a no-brainer but I doubt Djura would hate Valtr for eating that beast over "beasts are people tho" sentiment (in other words, what Valtr did was cannibalism I don't see the problem lol). It doesn't feel very 'kind but foolish' person-ish to fear or hate someone for a psychotic reaction in an exceptionally extreme event even after his 'epiphany' on nature of beasts. That would also be at least two layers of hypocrisy on Djura's end then, as not only he himself had regrettable past, but also he doesn't mind "cannibalism" that much if he threatened Paleblood Hunter to leave them as food for his beasts! Three layers of hypocrisy, actually, because even under assumption that Djura did not take part in burning of Old Yharnam himself and just returned to the disaster, he forgave at least two people who did; Djura's Ally and Djura's Apprentice NPCs, who are both wearing Charred Hunter outfits:

Though if Djura was hypocritical in regards to going "actually I now find what you did inexcusable, bye ✌️", that'd be interesting reason for falling out also! It would be a cool goodbye if Valtr addressed it and rage quit, leaving Djura with feeling of shame forever! After all Djura is not only 'kind', but also 'foolish'? Lol Though I'd say Valtr's general attitude was probably the bigger factor, and he is the more likely initiator of the breakup!

Valtr outright states that nothing impure deserves to live, whereas Djura is willing to spare the surviving beasts of Old Yharnam based on the fact that they can't harm anyone outside. He is not against the hunt entirely and is reasonable enough to acknowledge that outside of Old Yharnam seclusion, beasts are roaming the streets and attacking people; he sends Paleblood Hunter off to "make the best out of the night". And Valtr, in turn, could see this as a betrayal of their previously shared still naive ideals to "exterminate all bad things to protect everyone :3". Beasts are a dark concept, they are humans that failed to uphold their willpower and fell for the darkest, dirtiest side of humanity. Even if those in Old Yharnam basically got infected, are not they still "filth" in his eyes? So, Djura suddenly sympathises with the "filth", all after having been the Old Hunter so legendary that Hunters are still modelling their caps after his to this day!

But also, Valtr turned out to be reasonable enough to leave him be. He is not summonable in Old Yharnam, unlike Alfred, who you just can tell has THE fanatical mindset. But Valtr sure could grasp the concept of being pragmatic: Old Yharnam beasts, and Djura himself, are isolated now, right? If he was willing to protect the world from the "filthy" things, as far as he was concerned, it was protected from Old Yharnam. Djura is like a gaoler and beasts are like his jailed criminals, and definitely Valtr would recognise the concept, of all people!

So he and Djura parted the ways without hate but for the same reason why Paleblood Hunter and Djura part the ways. Because there are dangerous beasts 'out there', that need to be stopped. And dangerous people, too, but for Djura there is no difference, of course. I imagine it would still be bitter. Maybe Djura would prefer Valtr to chase beasts in Old Yharnam to get isolated within instead of murdering them, but Valtr would be upset at the suggestion. Leave out the Ashen Blood patients, but the beasts outside certainly, definitely became those due to their own dark impulses. And if some asshole long ago didn't fall for the dark impulses, his companions would still be alive! So how can Djura sympathise with that? Is he implying that Valtr should be (retroactively) sympathetic towards THAT beast too? Really bitter things like this on both sides, and Valtr would have stronger grudge, but they are grown men and can agree to simply never see each other again.

[sheepstitches]

strangled red interpretation , might contain death or gore and obviously talks of possible suicide or strangulation

Also warning long ... Long post so I'll make a cut at a certain part.

Okay so,

Steven and Mike, both got abandoned by their parents a little bit pre-miki era. They were already having a hard time. The parents either were both just not good influences and just straight up decided to leave or they lost custody of Steven and Mike became the new guardian for him.

Mike and Steven only have each other and their pokemon that they grew up with. Both have teams, but they both obviously are more connected with their Blastoise and Charizard. They temporarily stopped when Mike started to realize 'oh shit I have to get a job and actually raise my brother'. So during that time Mike wasn't training. Steven was tho.

Steven would mainly focus on training, Mike would help out and do some too but Mike was mainly working at one of the Pokemarts to help with bills and get food on the table.

Steven and Mike realized later on they haven't really had time to connect, so they eventually went back to Pokemon training and gathered badges.

Sooner or later Mike actually gets to the end with Steven, they fight, yada yada, and Steven wins YAYYYY he's the champion of Kanto YAYYYY.

Then Mike's like "you know it would be super cool if I could try to train with Miki bc y'know she's super strong. Maybe you can teach Dew a few things too whaddya say"

Steven says no, then Mike says "cmon pls" then they trade and yeah Miki's dead.

Obviously as everyone else probably sees it, Miki died from a short circuit when the bros traded with their Gameboys??? Or Pokedex idk. Some sort of a device where you got a linking cable y'know? And it electrocuted Miki (IDK how the damage was done to her neck, maybe something during the process focused on that and snapped it. Steven never got to see her body until later when he uses missing no but more on that later)

My brain is super fuzzy with this, so I'm sorry if this isn't accurate with the og creepypasta but,

Steven is just, at THIS point now, where he starts to be a selective mute. Shadows over the eyes, just straight up numb to everything. He is angry, yeah, he probably lashed out at Mike after it happened but the majority of his personality is shattered. Just an empty husk, doing what he can do besides being outside and trying to compete with other people because what's the point? His favorite pokemon died.

His other pokemon, he takes care of them well, feeding them and playing with them, but rarely does Steven ever feel anything anymore.

I don't see him being full of rage or anything like that until he actually goes outside after talking to Mike

"You should try to explore. I mean, walking outside for fresh air. Might help you." - mike

And Steven does. He does and it gives him time to think.

But Steven starts to realize none of the other pokemon approaches him. Just running away, immediately.

Give him time to really think, like "there isn't anyone who cares about me more than Miki" kinda??? Like yes Mike was there but not all the time.

Mike needed to go out and work, pay bills and only came by to help out occasionally but Miki was ALWAYS there for Steven when he needed comfort or someone to just listen to him ramble.

And yeah, basically he's like "I'm not going back home, not like Mike would want me to anyway"

Aaannnddd the further down he went, the more he thinks, and I think this starts a lil era where Steven kinda just lets himself stay outside for a couple months and goes missing so he can "think" more

Okay so... Now I say maybe it's been a month or two?? Stevens just uses leftover money, going around and finding places to sleep. He just doesn't feel right about coming back home yet but he did realize something

If he didn't trade at all, and if Mike didn't constantly ask about it then maybe this never should have happened. The more he thinks about this, the more he wishes he's never talked to Mike. This is where his anger boils up more. He's constantly in an echo chamber, by himself and wandering around.

Eventually this builds up to where Steven is like "oh shit I remember this one thing that I saw a while back maybe I should visit it"

Aaaaand missingno. Uhhhh yeah :3

Thanks to a friend I have a better understanding of it so basically, I can see it where Steven flies over to that area with one of the members of his pokemon team, sees missing no, and before missing no could really like, offer a deal, Stevens just like "whatever you say I'll do it as long as you can help me bring back " like DA devil y'know.

Missing no's like ":o oh wait really fr oh shit Kay. Well it's gonna cost you maybe... Gonna hurt yourself are you sure"

And Steven is obviously like "ummm gimme mine mine mine" bc he doesn't care about his body, he's stinky and covered in dirt

and his own blood btw bc I can see him having a negative Stim where he scratches his wrists and neck with his nails

Missing no is like lol okay fine and goes into the inventory...

And when I first heard this story I thought I was missing something... Combined itself with Steven??? HajdkIskx?? So my interp is weird sorry so

Missing no combined with Steven, Steven is in pain, twitching and gets all bigger and stronger. And he uses his combined power to revive Miki from her grave. And yay! She's back... But not... It's just a husk that's moving around.

She doesn't remember Steven but she's friendly with him bc oh wow a human. But Steven doesn't care, he's just happy his corpse of a Pokemon is alive :)

Oh forgot to say but the missing no combined with Steven makes him even more feral and wants to kill and destroy everything in his path so that explains why he suddenly is like imma kill Mike

Umm Mike death imma warn you,

...

Steven comes home. He's a mess. Covered in cuts and bruises, and soaked in water.

Because REMEMBER. He had to SWIM. FROM CINNABAR ISLAND. BACK TO PALLET TOWN LMFAO.

Miki kinda was rough with him at first when he revived her so he has some fresh cuts from her. She's friendly now, but that's because Steven tamed her somehow I think???

He walks in, it's dead at night, midnight. Mike's sleeping in his bed soundly. He's actually tired, and has been setting up missing posters of his brother for the last two weeks. Was worried sick, never caught a wink so he's dead asleep until the door opens.

There's Steven. The room is so dark, Mike can only see the outlines of his brother's hat, hair, and a glint of Stevens eye.

Mike's sitting up right away, ecstatic that his brother is finally home and he's at the brink of tears. Just, he doesn't care and he isn't mad, he's just happy the only family he has left is home.

But Steven isn't moving from the doorway. Why isn't he moving? He's just staring at him.

Mike's asking what's wrong, are you hurt, did you see something.

Steven just lunges forward, faster than lightning and tackles Mile down. Mike obviously is fighting back, asking what happened and why he's doing this. And finally he feels two large, sticky hands whip to his neck.

They're tightening, grilling with such force that it just feels like a machine is doing the job. What makes it worse is that now Mike can see the cuts and blood on Stevens face. He can see a little bit of the expression. It wasn't smiling. But the eyes were dead and pin pricked.

Thumbs trap the windpipe, making it harder. Oh and bonus, a knee is digging into Mike's stomach to make it harder to breathe.

As this is going on Mike is still thrashing, nails digging into Stevens already sliced up arms and reopening wounds. And eventually, Mike reached up to swipe at Stevens face.

That immediately encouraged Steven to just jerk his hands, and snap the neck.

Mike grows limp, and Steven stays there for about a minute to process everything.

Then he leans back and stares.

Yeah. Finally it happened. He did what he wanted to do. Steven doesn't cry right away. He just slips off the bed, grabs Mike's arms, and drags the body to the backyard.

He's heading to the very same woods he disappeared off to, in the bitter cold.

There's blood that trails somehow, but it's not a lot. It's all from Steven. And finally when he finds a good place, he starts digging with his bare hands, a new grave for Mike.

...

Yay

Idk what else to say besides ummm I think Steven just ,,, goes back home, sits on the bed and stares at the wall for hours. He doesn't comprehend everything as real until he lays down on the very same area where Mike passed away.

And I think what breaks him is noticing Mike's pokeball on the nightstand, which has dew in it.

I also think he cries bc of the pokeball bc that's when he realized how much Mike did for him and this whole time Mike was thinking about Steven

Oh even worse I think is when he walks to the woods he sees the missing posters and starts to be like ".... Ohhh”

That's it, yeah. Lmk what you think, thanks for hearing me ramble.

[shamblessm]

⚠️ CW: SHIP PREFERENCES/OPINIONS. ⚠️

OPINIONATED COMMENT UNDER THE CUT. DNI IF YOU'RE GOING TO HARRASS ME OVER THIS.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I had a thought and I was like "muting posts is so cool but what if we get notifs for keywords in posts or at least put them in the timeline"

like thatd be so fucking cool bc gallagher rarepair enjoyers are so starved

and so I took a look and hey, wouldnt you know, GallaWelt is rare even though people like old man yaoi

but then i looked up ga11ah!ll and i was like ?!?!?!?!?!?!? THAT'S NOT A FUCKING RAREPAIR??!? At least gallawelt is old man yaoi so that's clearly one of the reasons why people ship them, but Ga11ah!ll? Sure,... but what's their dynamic?? I'm so lost??? I thought it was just like a couple people in the sea of Galladay shippers???

especially doesnt help that i, a person currently facing religious trauma, do NOT like Ga11ad@y. AT ALL. Like if you like the ship? Fine, whatever, Jesus/Judas or Angel/Devil dynamic, cool, but to me? That's cult leader x cult critic. Even if you argue that hey, Sunday was raised by Gopher Wood to be basically a zealot, it still rubs me the wrong way, so I mute and move

That said, i dont mind people shipping galla with welt/boothill/sunday and thats all fine, i just wish more people heard me out on gallawool, you know

LIKE.

IT'S RIGHT THERE!

Listen. Gallagher poses as a Security Officer of the Bloodhound Family right?? Even Sunday pointed it out, he even pointed out the fact that the scars are from Woolsey. Sure you could also say that he took Benny and Sir Whittaker's features and sure pop off girl but rn his "major" facade is a security officer (aside from the bartending) so please please PLEASE JUST FUCKING HEAR ME OUT. HE EVEN HAS INVERTED COLORS OF WOOLSEY'S VEST. YOU KNOW WHO ELSE HAS A HOUND BADGE AT THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE VEST'S LAPEL? WOOLSEY.

And like. Okay. You see where I'm going?

FAKE COP X REAL COP.

PLEASE.

It doesn't fucking help that pretty much a good amount of GallaWool artworks (which are rare enough already) are NSFW. Yes I know they're hot but even so it's usually that Woolsey's untagged, partially drawn, and/or out of frame completely. UGHFDF. Like yes I know!! Gallagher's practically a bottom and he deserves to be punished for being a fake Bloodhound but there can be ways to draw them fairly and also SFW ways to think about the ship too!!!! It's not always horny time yknow? Like there's so many fucking SFW ways to think of them!! There's minors who like these characters too!!

Woolsey promoting Gallagher, Gallagher leaving Penacony angst and gives his glowing scar+claw powers to Woolsey, the two having sweet SFW lovey dovey fluff moments, YOU NAME IT!!

The takeaway is that I'M TIRED OF STARVINGGGGGGG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST HEAR ME OUT

BEING THE CEO OF A RAREPAIR LET ALONE A #1 FAN OF AN NPC SUCKS SOF CUKIGN FJDSFHSDHGW5GU23UB34 WHY DO I LIKE MUSCULAR BEARDED MEN AND NOT PASTY PAPER #FFFFFF WHITE TWINKS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[kitkatopinions]

What made you don't like coco? Other than the Nazi allusion of course which is fucked. No hate btw, just curious of your opinions. I only follow RWBY proper and don't read the spinoffs, I don't give a shit about her either way.

So outside of her allusion being Coco Chanel, there are a couple of problems with Coco in the canon content of RWBY that made me think she was an over-rated character even before knowing about her allusion, reading Before the Dawn, and seeing the Chibi skits with her in them.

She told Velvet to just... not fight in season 2 when Vale was attacked by Grimm. It was a pretty serious thing where civilians could've been hurt, and it could've resulted in a much larger fight if it didn't get contained, but apparently Coco didn't care about that as much as she cared about being flashy with Velvet's weapon later for some reason.

Coco's fight with the Grimm is one of the worst fights of the first three seasons, she seemed very stationary and took like five minutes to take down one Grimm which she took her sweet time to do and like, clunkily clumsily hit it with her purse and kicked it in the crotch (which is such frat-boy humor tbh anyway.) And it was all while this really high energy song was playing and us as audience members were supposed to be like "whoa cool, look at the upperclassmen!" But like... Comparing Coco's fight to any other main character's early fights, she looks much less impressive. This wouldn't be so bad if we weren't clearly meant to think she's super cool in that moment.

Those were just a couple of small things that made me a bit annoyed with her because I just couldn't see the appeal in a character that didn't seem to take a Grimm attack seriously and then seemed to not be that good at fighting when that was like all there was to her besides a vague idea that she liked fashion and was confident, two things you could get from other characters easily.

Then there's the books. I didn't read the first one, but I read the first like fifteen chapters of Before the Dawn and tbh I thought Coco was so annoying. Here's why.

She's super judgmental towards people she doesn't even know. She basically decides she hates Sun and that he's a talentless loafer and a horrible leader the first time you ever see them interact, and every time she thinks about Sun, she takes the least generous outlook of him and is making assumptions and thinking rude things about him. She also judges a girl Reese for the way she dresses.

One of the things that Coco takes issue with in Sun was him needing help fighting off a group of like four powerful adults who he saw stalking a woman and tried to help with that to make sure she was okay, and Coco assumed he must've been like hitting on her or something? And also made fun of him for needing help instead of just beating them, which to me felt also hypocritical as well as judgmental considering we saw Coco be unable to hold her own against one teenager when she was fighting with Yatsuhashi in the Vytal Tournament, like Merc was literally running circles around them both, and then she's like 'oh the guy who went onto the finals must be so much worse than me because he can't take on four powerful adults on his own!"

She is super prideful tbh in a way that's icky for a future badge carrying law enforcement officer. Three things that come to mind is one time she stood up and people fell silent and she inwardly reflected on the fact that it felt good that people were afraid of her, another time she inwardly reflected that one of her problems with Reese was that she'd put things to a vote with her team whereas Coco just made choices and didn't need any other input, and one time she went to save a civilian and when he protested that she called him helpless Coco threatened to abandon the guy to get attacked and one of her friends proudly thought about how she was super sadistic and it was cool.

Another thing that isn't cool in a future badge carrying law enforcement officer is that Coco seemed to really detest having to follow... Any sort of rules, and in fact a 'clue' that one of her teachers was possessed or something was that the teacher was doing things like telling Coco she couldn't do things she wanted to do and didn't have the authority to just walk around doing whatever she wanted. I don't remember all the details, but there was this strong element of them not wanting accountability or rules and being frustrated every time they had to follow rules.

Also I can't remember anything specific right now, but she kind of thought some weird stuff about people from Vacuo sometimes that made me be like ??? and in the first book (though I haven't read it) she does things like name the nightvision glasses Velvet gave her 'BunnyVision' which is a yikes, and especially coupled with her Nazi allusion, it makes her venom towards Vacuo born Asian Faunus Sun seem more than a little suspicious.

So yeah, those were reasons I collected to not like Coco from the book. Then there's Chibi.

In the Chibi skits, Coco calls Velvet "Bun Bun," which just makes their already uncomfortable dynamic worse and feels very microaggression-y.

In all Coco's skits, it was painfully obvious that whoever wrote them really really REALLY wanted EVERYONE to think she was just so so so cool. Like, they read like 'everyone clapped' reddit stories, and they specifically had like 'cool' rwby characters desperately trying to be as cool as she is, and everyone was fangirling over Coco who just couldn't care less. And it was just super annoying, like the more they hype up Coco and try to convince me that she's cool, the more that I look at her stupid Nazi-themed outfit and her bad personality and go "Huh?" Like maybe instead of trying to convince me to like her, the writers should've made a better character. XD

Aaaand the last reason I don't like Coco is because she has some of the most annoying fans in the entire rwby fandom. The glorification of Coco as some girlboss queen and 'great lesbian rep' who just cannot be removed from the RWBY lineup is just wildly off the charts. One time I made this post that was like "shouldn't we want more from our queer representation than a Nazi-inspired character? Shouldn't we be trying to get Rooster Teeth to retire Coco for the sake of the Jewish fans who are rightfully uncomfortable and tell them to make Velvet openly queer so she can head this extra content instead?" And people got furious with me, and I think I might've even got death threats for that. Also, the amount of times I've seen Coco stans attack Jewish people for complaining about her being based off of a Nazi... Like the response is always "you just hate lesbians," to Jewish queer people! Also, this is less important than the antisemitism but a Coco stan once got annoyed that my sister said not only should Coco never make fun of what another girl is wearing but that it was bold coming from someone who also doesn't dress in a way that's traditionally considered fashionable, and they started picking apart my sister's fashion sense and appearance. I'm sure there are some fine people who like Coco, but on a general whole they tend to be bad news, and the venom they defend their Nazi best girl with severely put me off of the character even more than normal.

So yeah, outside of the allusion, it's a combination of her just being not well done in her first appearance and yet framed as really good, her having a bad personality in the book I read where I didn't think she was fit to be a badge carrying law enforcement officer, her Chibi skits trying to make her the coolest of the cool in a really forced way, and her fans sometimes being terrible people. XD

[simpingcowboy]

Voulez-Vous//Do You Want To?

Pairing: Javier Peña x GN!Reader, reader has prior experience with hookups

Word Count: 900+

Warnings: allusions to alcohol, semi-public, touching over clothes, heavy kissing, strangers to lovers, hookups, very brief Spanish and even briefer French

Summary: A night out in Medellin leads you to Javier Peña. Attraction and lust run heavy. Now there's only one question...

A/N: The very totally not belated April edition of Year of ABBA as part of @yearofcreation2023 !!! Who else was there to pick for the horny hookup song than Peña???

Here we go again, you say to yourself as you cross the threshold into one of the biggest clubs in Medellin. Heavy music pounds in your ears. The vibrations of which rip through your body. Darkness consumes your vision. The world robbed of light, and replaced with a red illumination. People everywhere. Your body becoming just one of many in the crowd. A cloud of smoke lingers over the room. But even that is not as heavy as the sense of expectation hangin' in the air.

You’re quick to let the drink settle in and to let music take over. Shameless in the way you move. Losing yourself in the heat of the dance floor. Exchanging glances with the strangers surrounding you. An open invitation. No need for bashful wallflowering or overthinking. You came with an intent that you planned to see through.

Giving out a spark, a man catches your eye. Across the room, his eyes are glowing in the dark. Even in the low lighting you can tell he's just your type. Dark and handsome. With a very trendy mustache that suits his pouty lips. And from the look of that undone button up shirt barely clinging to his broad frame, the rest of him isn't so bad either. A master of the scene.

You can tell what he's thinking when he grabs the bartender's attention, "They mean business so I'll offer them a drink". The gesture makes you smile. The man looks mighty proud of himself as he balances the two drinks in hand. Leaving the table, and pushing through the crowd. With one destination in mind. You. Sure enough, within a minute, he's before you. And fuck- he's perfect. Tall and tan. His open shirt looks even more inviting than before. That tight little waist looks perfect for you to straddle. Even his face is prettier up close. Big brown eyes, and a beautiful aquiline nose. As your eyes fade down over his lips, he mouths something.

“¿Toma?” Drink? he asks, offering you the cup in his left hand.

You smile up at him as you accept the drink. “¡Gracias!” Thank you! you say, grateful for the cool drink. Though you weren’t partial to accepting drinks from strangers, the badge in his jean pocket and his non-colombian accent told you there was little to worry about from this man in that regard. “So-” you start, leaning in close to his ear. “DEA or CIA?”

The question catches him off guard. Earning you a small chuckle. A smirk grows across his face as his free hand wraps around your waist. “Aren’t you a smart one?”

“This-” his eyes follow as your hand traces up his thigh, tapping on the badge in his pocket, “is hard to miss.” You finish, taking a swig of the drink.

He lowers his head in understanding. Finally he answers “DEA.”

“Well Agent…” You whisper low in his ear, pressing your body against his. “I’m really glad you came.” You tease, hand still lingering over his thigh. Your lips barely hovering over his cheek.

Thick hands press into your hips, pulling you even tighter against him. “Me too.” He practically moans in your ear. Voice low and raspy.

Soon your drinks are long forgotten. Abandoned on the side tables of the dancefloor, where the DEA agent has you in his grasp. Calloused hands touching you with an incredible softness and an undeniable need. Fingers teasing at the edges of your outfit; desperate to get under it. His lips latched onto yours. Only pulling away to nibble on your neck or jaw. His tongue explores your mouth with a fiery passion.

You’re just as greedy. Though you still may not be able to see much…you can feel. Mapping his body with your fingers. Nails digging into his flesh. Marking that beautiful strong neck with your teeth and tongue. Letting your hand fall down to his front, enjoying the obvious effect you have on him.

A deep throaty moan escapes him as your cup his bulge. “Mierda- have you done this before, Beautiful?”

You smirk at his question, “Of course, I’ve done this before.”

“And now-” he gulps, trying to retain his composure “how are you feeling?”

“Feeling like I'd like to get some more.” You purr into his ear, taking his earlobe between your teeth.

“Fuck-” He knows exactly what you mean. “Can I at least get your name first?”

You smile, offering your name to him.

The man repeats your name with a smile before introducing himself. “Javi.”

“Nice to meet you, Javi.” You say politely, grabbing his hand and slowly leading him off the dance floor. Pulling him into a quieter corner table to talk.

“Do you do this often?” Javi asks, not shaming but curiously. Obviously not a stranger to this himself.

To which you answer with a shrug, “Enough, and you?”

“More than enough.” He answers, a faint blush over his cheeks.

“I like it…” You affirm, letting your hand get lost in his messy curls. “Living in the moment. Now is all we get.” Your other hand is teasingly floating over his belt. “Nothing promised-”

“No regrets?” Javi finishes for you, letting his hips grind up into your hand.

“No regrets.” You repeat with a smile, meeting him in a soft kiss.

Javi moans into the kiss, mentally hyping himself. Ain’t no big decision. He knows what to do.

You pull yourself from his soft lips, taking his face in your hands. Admiring his big brown eyes and pouty lips. With a sweet smile you ask, “Then the question is…voulez-vous?”