#but i mean who hasn't had a crush on jack

[peachhcs]

hughes brothers just seeing sam and will acting all couply and seeing how much the two are really in love

watching their baby sister fall in love

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

summary: the hughes brothers realize their baby sister finally found the guy for her + watch her fall in love

2.4k words

this request was so cutie and i enjoyed writing it :) pls send it anymore requests you guys have for samy and will!

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for some reason, the hughes brothers never saw their baby sister's relationship with will coming except luke who was the one still around as the feelings grew and the relationship developed—of course he picked up on all of the signs the younger smith sibling gave samy. him and will were almost the same age, so the teenage pining was all too familiar to the middle hughes.

quinn and jack on the other hand? oh forget about them knowing until the summer they came home after samy finished up her senior year. with them being away for most of the year, they missed every single gaze, touch, and stolen glances between the teenagers as the year went on. plus, luke's not one to talk about his crushes in general, so why would he mention anything about his sister's love life to the two older siblings?

the entire relationship left all three of them speechless when it finally happened. watching samy and will interact at the draft in nashville was the brothers' first indication something was happening. they looked way too close than usual considering will's always been attached to luke or jack growing up. he'd just naturally gravitate towards the boys as they grew up in the summer months together pushing each other off the dock, having diving competitions, and playing hockey in the driveway. neither jack nor luke noticed will slowly attaching himself to their sister instead as the years went on.

when samy and will's first date came a month later, the boys were skeptical. of course they knew will and how he was the sweetest soul on the planet—it was their older brother instincts kicking in. samy was their baby sister and it took a certain guy to be the right one for her and neither of the brothers wanted her to get hurt. sure, will was family, but that didn't mean he couldn't fuck something up.

their teasing was relentless before they let the young couple leave, but really it was all a tactic to see how well will held up under this new dynamic.

"can you guys shut up?" samy eyed luke standing against the wall before glancing at their mom for help.

"what? we're just saying. mom never let us go out to ann arbor by ourselves when we were yoyr age," jack piped in from the couch. will stood beside samy in a nervous mess, unaware of the brothers (mostly jack and luke) eyeing him down.

"guys, just cool it, okay? let your sister be," jim stepped in because he was probably the only one that could shut jack and luke up. the boys shut their mouths after that and samy dragged will out of the house before anymore comments could be made.

"seriously?" ellen eyed her boys.

"what? we gotta poke fun at her too," luke defended.

"you were gonna give will a nervous breakdown," the older woman rolled her eyes.

"it's nothing he hasn't heard before. just gotta make sure he's up to our standards for our sister," jack shrugged.

they were still up when samy came back through the door at around 10:30. they all perked up when she walked into the kitchen with the biggest smile on her lips.

"someone's smiley," jack commented.

"maybe it's too early to say this, but i really think it's gonna work out between us. at least, i really hope it does," samy gushed, a lovesick expression on her features that her brothers had never seen before.

her words turned a gear in their brains. they've never heard her talk about a guy like that before nor had they seen a look like that on her face after she came back from a date. that stuck out to them and for a split second, they thought that maybe will was the right guy for her. maybe.

the start of the new school year had the hughes siblings breaking up until summer again. samy headed off to umich for her first semester, luke flew out to jersey with jack to really begin his rookie year, and quinn headed back out west to vancouver—a captaincy in his near future. with the brothers not there, they didn't see the development of will and samy's new relationship. yes, the siblings were close, but there were some things they didn't talk about in detail with one another. one of them being their relationships and love life.

anytime the youngest hughes was on facetime with her brothers, she only briefly mentioned will and they also never really asked. when summer quickly came back around and the gang reunited, they were still skeptical of will. was he really the guy for samy? was he becoming like every other jerk hockey player the boys knew all too well because well, they were once that guy too.

their relationship was approaching one year and the brothers finally got to see and understand that yes, will was the perfect guy for their sister.

lazy lake days were everyone's favorites because people went and did their own thing whether it was nap all day, tan, or just mess around. luke immersed himself with a conversation with some of his old umich friends. ethan and mark yapped on and on about their hockey season while luke chimed in with details from his rookie year. the boy missed being in michigan everyday, but he was glad he could reconnect with everyone during the summer months for a few weeks.

after awhile, luke needed to go inside to get a new drink. he nodded to some of his brother's friends on his way up the yard before sliding the glass doors open. relief filled his body as the cold ac air hit his skin and cooled him down from the burning 90 degree temperatures outside. he was about to head back outside until voices caught his attention in the living room.

he shuffled that way, not quite recognizing who was talking until he saw the faces. luke met samy and will's friends a few times, but he didn't know them that well. two boys stood by the couch snickering to one another with their phone cameras out. luke raised his eyebrow, trying to peer over them to see what had their attention.

he finally spotted his sister and will curled up on the couch together. samy's head was tucked into the crook of will's neck while his own head laid atop hers. her legs were thrown over his lap and his arm draped over her shoulders. seeing them in that position was still so foreign to the middle hughes.

"gonna have a whole album by the time summer's over," luke was pretty sure his name was ryan. ryan showed him the photo album on his phone titled smitty's so whippedwhich made luke laugh.

"god, they were so insufferable over the phone and even worse in person," gabe teased.

"will was always calling samy like at any chance he got. pretty sure we tried throwing will's phone out the window one time because he wouldn't stop calling her," ryan snickered.

luke's expression settled a bit the more he stared at his sister and will. it almost softened for a second thinking about will constantly calling her to hear her voice. that wasn't something a jerky hockey player did, luke thought in his head.

"they were annoying, but it was cute i suppose. never seen smitty act like this before, it's kind of nice seeing a different side of him," gabe added with a tiny smile.

the boys' words left luke thinking. he thought back to when samy came home after their first date last year and the look on her face he'd never seen before. hearing about will's change too made the hughes brother think maybe will wasn't like every other guy.

later that day, luke crowded around the kitchen island with quinn and jack as the three discussed when they wanted to go golfing and if they wanted to invite anyone. samy shuffled into the kitchen, sleep laced in her eyes still with will right behind her.

"morning," luke laughed a little seeing his sister.

"morning," the girl grumbled back obviously not in the mood for any teasing.

"heard you two had a pretty sound nap," jack chuckled.

"yeah, it was really nice actually. thanks for asking," samy's voice dripped with sarcasm towards her brother.

"jeez, someone's grumpy," the older brunette laughed which made quinn and luke chuckle too. all samy did was give him the middle finger as she bent down to pick up the bottle cap she dropped.

instinctively, will wrapped his hand around the counter edge so samy wouldn't hit her head when she came back up. the gesture went unnoticed by samy since it was in will's second nature to just do that, but the brothers saw it very clearly. they saw how will didn't even think when he did it, he just did.

neither of them mentioned it when they left, but all three of them thought about the gesture for awhile after.

jack wasn't good at falling asleep. his parents liked calling him the night owl in the family since they could never put him down for bed. he'd just jump right back up, his energy bursting to get out.

the middle hughes tiptoed around the guys asleep on air mattresses scattered across the house. he thought maybe some food could make him sleepy, so he started searching the fridge for a snack.

the guy didn't notice samy and will until he let his gaze drift to the backyard while he cut up some apples. his eyes stopped on the gently swinging hammock on the deck and the two people inside. he immediately recognized samy's frizzy curls—very much taking after luke with that gene.

jack wasn't meaning to be creepy, but he crept a bit closer to the back doors to get a better look. will's arm was draped around her shoulder and samy's head was on his chest. he could hear their faint voices through the door and small giggles at whatever they were talking about.

the older brunette smiled to himself briefly before a few tears edged their way to jack's eyes. seeing his sister in love was not something he thought would make him emotional, but after watching her grow up, it all felt bittersweet in jack's mind.

he was always the one samy would go to first after luke if she needed something. he was closer to her age and while she didn't think quinn couldn't give advice, he was six years older. jack and luke were and have always been samy's go to's. jack was emotional in the fact that his baby sister finally found someone who sat in a hammock with her late at night to look at the stars—especially someone she already knew so well.

he left them be after he cut up his apples, retreating back to his room where he'd go to sleep knowing samy was in the right hands.

water guns were most definitely the worst investment for the lake house. the hockey boys went crazy with them full and armed like they were going to squirt anyone who walked by them. somehow, some of the guys and the girls managed to get themselves into a mini water gun fight.

gabe and ryan teamed up against samy and hannah originally. their squealing caught the attention of some of the other guys who quickly ran to join gabe and ryan against the girls. rutger aided in throwing water balloons at them while mark and moldy chased them with water buckets. poor samy and hannah were severely out numbered.

"hey! you can't run forever!" moldy yelled as he chased after the youngest hughes with an entire bucket of water.

"i can and i will!" samy yelled back at him. the brothers found it amusing and endearing that a lot of their friends saw samy as their own little sister they could constantly tease.

will walked onto the deck where samy immediately ran to him as a shield. the blonde grew confused before he saw nick with the largest water bucket he'd ever seen.

"hey, woah. you can't dump that on me," will said as he held his arm out, shielding samy from the impending water.

"i will if you don't move so i can get samy," moldy laughed.

"i'm not a part of this, so technically, i'm a safe spot," will tried negotiating.

"i'm not sure it works like that, smitty. she runs to you, you're on her side," nick shrugged, smirking still.

"get her!" mark yelled as he ran towards the deck with his own water bucket. nick took that as a signal he could dump his water.

samy screamed as will quickly shoved her out of the way and took the hit as two buckets of water drenched him from head to toe. the boys broke out into laughter while samy stared in disbelief that her boyfriend was now dripping wet and she was perfectly dry.

"oh shit. i'm sorry will," the girl couldn't hold her giggles as she covered her mouth.

the blonde shook his hair out like a dog before breaking a tiny smile. "you're taking the hit next time," he mumbled, placing a chaste kiss to her lips.

quinn, jack, and luke had watched the entire interaction from where they sat together at their fire pit. the three of them were laughing watching poor will get soaked for samy.

"he's so whipped if he just took two buckets of water for her," jack mumbled with a smile.

luke and quinn looked his way. it was the first time one of them had ever said something about samy and will to one another since their entire relationship started.

"they're cute. makes me miss being a teenager in love," quinn muttered. "plus, i've never seen her so happy before nor have i seen will so happy either," the oldest hughes added.

their eyes flicked back towards the couple where will was now trying to dry himself off.

"it's a good look for them, isn't it?" luke said after a moment.

"she's happy. like really happy," jack nodded.

"i think he really cares about her. he's definitely sticking around," luke said.

"i mean wasn't he already? he's like family," jack laughed making quinn laugh too.

"i'm just happy she's found someone. i totally saw it coming by the way, so you all owe me still," luke muttered and the brothers rolled their eyes.

[twstyuna]

Scary Night

Characters: Skully J. Graves, Yuu, (brief mentions of the Pomefiores)

Summary: In the depths of Tartarus, a Phantom prepares for Halloween.

Notes: Intrusive thoughts go brr anyway the mystery of Skully being an invisible ghost plagues me to this day. This takes place during the Tartarus Descent. I forgot to post it here after ao3.

Warnings: Well Skully's dead. So that. Also delusions and questionable likely non-canon Phantom Lucidity. I would say this fic is bittersweet but you might say I'm chugging poison

Ao3 Mirror

. . .

. . .cold. . . it's cold. . .

. . .it's dark too. . .

. . .that's not right. . .one must to keep vigil, during times like these. . .keep a lantern lit through the night. . .keep it bright in the midst of darkness. . .

. . .there is noise, beyond the room, beyond the cold, cramped space he is in. Is it not a room? Why is it so-

Sounds, again. Noises, again.

One should be silent, on Halloween night, to let terror and dreads seep into one's bones. 

How bothersome. How disrespectful, to cause a ruckus.

He cannot stand for it.

He stretches, something breaks, and the noise and light pierce his skull-

Terrible. How terrible, horrible, unacceptable-

Isn't it enough? Hasn't there been enough of this? Could he not have a moment of peace? To have just one Halloween for himself, dark and solemn as it once was? Hasn't he done enough? 

The room is red and bright and dark shapes scurry all about, clawing at the walls, and making noise and it is wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong-!

Unruly. Ungrateful. Ugly, inconsiderate hoodlums!

He crushes something beneath his hand, something like pleasure drips into him. It's a little more quiet now. And how lovely! There is black paint here already. He can fix it then. He can-

He cannot change what he has done. He cannot extinguish the flames he has set throughout Wonderland. He cannot ruin all that joy and revelry-

But here-

Oh, here he can have it again, if only for a moment! The Halloween he loved and still loves. . . the one Jack Skellington began. . .his Halloween, simple and solemn, eerie and elegant, the one he-

New traditions have eclipsed the old. Even so, he can enjoy that darkness, that old custom, that old love, even if he must do it himself.

Glass shards bite into his palm, but there is so much to cover and so little time to find a brush. What useful little bugs these are, so full of such lovely, pitch-black paint. They fall apart like bruised fruit, and make themselves useful upon the walls.

It's a lovely thing, his Halloween. Those comforting shadows, that flickering lantern flame through the night. The quiet company, as one remembers what has passed and what is to come. He never stopped loving it, not once. Of course he loved it. He never traded it for the new, the bright, the sweet and dazzling. Is it so difficult, to hold many loves in one's heart? He could love the new and old. He loved that Halloween, the first. He never meant to. . .to. . .

How could he? 

He couldn't have murdered it with own two hands.

How could he?

He couldn't have. He never meant to. He only wanted others to love Halloween. To love a different way, if they had to, so they could delight in it as he had. It didn't mean he ever thought poorly of the first. 

Who could ever despise their first love?

. . .so why? Why would nobody care for it, anymore? Why was only he alone gathering black paint now? He could understand lands and towns beyond preferring the festive they saw first, but even in his own home. . . did no one care anymore?

The noise, the lights-

They were beautiful, but wasn't there beauty in the dark and silence too? In a solitary lantern rather than rows of them all about? In the intimate dark of a room than the open night sky? There is a time and a place for everything. . . that's what he told himself when he began. So why couldn't there be a place for his Halloween too?

Thank you, they said, smiling like ghouls. For what you've done. The old Halloween was-

Dull!

Unfashionable-

Dreary��          

Boring!         

Morbid-

But what was wrong with that? 

This new Halloween is so much better.

But it wasn't meant to be better, just different. Just- just another way, not the only way, he never meant to-

He can fix it. Let them have their Halloween.

A room. Just a room. Just himself. He can fix this much. Let him have his own. Just by himself, as before. As he had, before, only his room alone would be dark. Only he would truly be alone, now-

That- he could be alright with that. He could live with that. 

He would love his Halloween, and he would honor its death by mourning it with itself. He had to. He has to, he can't let it die, because of him-

But he needs a room first. A dark room, the walls inked black. He could make a lantern, later on. But first, the paint-

Red light pulses in the chamber. An eyesore. There is plenty of paint to use though. Boxes and boxes and boxes stacked up high. Some vials are so eager they open themselves up! And the silence is so, so lovely, every time he-

. . .he cannot help but pause, at this sound, even though he knows he must hurry and have the room painted black-

"Skully. . .?"

There it is again. A soft noise. A soft voice. That sound. . .it's important, isn't it? He knows that sound, that word, that name-

A vial skitters towards the noise, screeching-

But he is faster, his reach longer. 

There is that satisfying crunch, and he looks at his hand. It looks odd, but no matter. It drips black. Right. He must paint the walls, to have his-

"Skully." 

Oh. That voice, again. That was. . .rude, of him. . .to ignore. . .Skellington was a gentleman, a gentleman should-

"Skully, is that you?"

. . .is that him? Is that his name? There's something delightful about the thought, how his name might sound even a little bit like his idol's.

There is a hand against his face then, and it feels so small. The voice is so small. Should they be this small?

"Oh Skully, what happened to you?"

. . .what happened to him? Did something. . .? 

Oh. Why are they crying? Crying should come later, during the vigil, the reflection. If they cry all those tears now-

"Yuu, get away from-! "

L o u d . 

He turns-

But they- Yuu - they're faster.

They turn and they hiss, they shush, despite wearing the same robes as the others, and something flutters in his chest.

"You're. . .you should be quiet. Halloween's supposed to be quiet right?" Their own voice is quiet, so soft he has to lean closer to hear right. "Is that what you're doing here? Painting the walls black. . . you're preparing for Halloween. . ."

. . .they know. They know-

Oh he wants to embrace them, but his hands are just so messy. He lowers his head instead, to kiss them, to see them better, to keep this one's face in mind, but his head's so much bigger and heavier than he remembers, he can't feel his lips and it's like his thoughts are sloshing about. He has to kneel to get close enough-

Yuu throws their arms around his neck.

"Potato, what are you-"

Yuu turns their head and shushes. It's louder than it should be, but they have the spirit.

"Go," they say.

"Trickster-"

"Yuu, yer -!"

They hiss, and the two fall silent.

"Go," they whisper. "I'll. . .I'll catch up. . ."

"Yuu-"

"Please, Vil."

Vil. . .something about the sound. . .like Yuu, it-

Yuu turns back to him, and smiles. "Do you need help? I'm sure you're capable, but it seems like a lot of trouble to do, by yourself. . .not to mention, you've missed a bunch of spots down here. The problem of being too tall I guess. . ."

They're right. There are small spots left unpainted, lower than his line of sight. 

How clumsy of me, he wants to say, but he can't find the words. His throat is clogged with syrup. Must be from all the sweets.

Yuu pulls at their sleeves and gathers its cords until they hold the tassel of their robes like a brush between their fingers. They swipe at the wall, smearing the spaces he neglected. He makes a pleased hum at the sight, even as the others leave noisily, as one makes a sound and drops something before the door.

"Like this?"

Yes, just like that! He can't quite kiss them still, he can't feel his lips, but he can bend low, and press his head against theirs. He hopes they can feel his gratitude. How lovely to have someone to help-

Yuu makes a sound, soft and sad, despite the laugh of it. Their hand shakes.

"I promised. I promised I'd try it- your Halloween."

He can't form their name, though he wants to call it. He shifts to see their face, and oh dear, those tears again-

"I'm sorry, Skully. I'm so sorry I forgot."

Forget? What did they forget? They're the only other one not to forget.

Yet they cry, and the tears drip into the ink. His useless mouth won't open, only gurgles rise from his throat. He wants to touch them, but there is so much broken glass-

They wipe their eyes. They smile at him.

"Do you remember Grim?"

Grim. . .something small and warm. Fluffy. A mischievous little creature, he vowed-

"You said you'd be his hands and feet, a long time ago. Do you remember?"

. . .something like that, he said something of the sort, yes-

"Could you do that again, please? Paint for him? He hates chores. He ran away, you know. I'm looking for him now. I'm looking for a switch too. It will stop this room from being so red. You'd like that, right?"

. . .yes, yes, the room ought to be black-

"I'll go turn the lights off then. And I'll go get Grim, he can light a lantern, and we'll have a nice, proper Halloween together. How about it?"

That sounds splendid, Yuu, but he must have been so passionate in his painting that the stuff got in his mouth. He can't tell if he beams, but Yuu certainly does.

He feels their arms about him again, their lips against his face-

"I'll be right back, okay Skully? "

He hums. It's a delightful thought- sharing his lovely Halloween with someone lovely enough to appreciate it-

Yuu pulls away too soon.

They head for the door.

So do some fiendish, blabbering things. He crushes them, before the beasts can follow Yuu. They have something important to do. Yuu is going to help darken the room, and they're going to find Grim. 

Such a noisy thing, silencing is. Yuu turns back at the commotion and he feels almost ashamed.

But Yuu only smiles at him, so terribly teary still.

"Thank you, Skully," they say.

They press a card to the door, and the brightness beyond swallows them up.

. . .red light flashes, in this horrid room. There is so much to paint, and so much to silence. So much to do. It is worth it though, as the room turns dark and quiet. . .

The room is perfectly dark now. Perhaps Yuu found a way to do away with the light. Perhaps they found Grim too, and are hurrying back this very second-

Oh, but the lantern! He's forgotten all about it. Will Yuu bring a pumpkin? He can make one, certainly, but he doesn't want to use them for it. 

His hand flies to his head, to tap at his chin, but isn't that strange?

His other hand rises, and he'd laugh if he could. How silly of him, to wear the lantern like this. No wonder he couldn't feel his head.  No wonder Yuu was crying. What a sight he must have been. 

The room is ready, and he's only waiting for Yuu and Grim for a fire. He can light it all on his own, but he'd like to share it with them. It would be rude to start early, but he ought to have the lantern ready as well.

He makes sure he has a good grip on the pumpkin on his shoulders.

He pulls, and pulls, and he must be smiling.

He feels so very light, as he sets it down, as he waits in the dark.

He is so glad, he must be smiling. 

After all, it will be simply wonderful to have a proper Halloween again.  

[yuri-is-online]

Congratulations on your 500 Followers!🎉 Hope you will grow more! I would like to choose the number 1 prompt, "Someone decides to ask you for your opinion about someone, and you decide to take advantage of your anonymity to admit your feelings. For some reason this flusters them."

For Jack, Sebek and Silver please

1. Someone decides to ask you for your opinion about someone, and you decide to take advantage of your anonymity to admit your feelings. For some reason this flusters them.

Thank you very much friend! I really hope this is to your liking, and I really hope that you continue to find things that entertain you posted to this account.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, mutual pining, I find Jack really hard to write for because of his whole soulmate thing but please know he loves Yuu so fucking much he is in pain, Sebek thinks he's slick, and Silver is oblivious to a lot. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Jack

There is a distressing lack of fluffy tails within your line of sight in the ballroom this evening. A feeling has been growing within you these past few months, similar to a crush but so intense it makes you want to fall over with the strength of your longing. You have no idea if Jack feels the same, he has continued to treat you with the same degree of feigned indifference he's held you at since the day you met.

And now he has left you all alone in the middle of a ballroom full of people that very much aren't him. Well that's how you feel it's not like you made any sort of concrete agreement to meet up beyond the typical first year friend group "hey let's all get together" texts that always populated your group chat when the school hosted events like this. You suppose your feet were always going to hurt at an event like this, but you had been hopeful that your heart wouldn't ache as well.

"Come here often?" A strange strangled voice asks, clearly trying to break the ice and not at all serious. You are both leaning against a pillar after all.

"Not really." Your stomach is still firmly in your throat, this person is massive and you see no sign of the comforting ears and tail of a wolf. "You?"

"Nope." And though neither of you make much a move to keep the conversation moving, you don't move to leave either despite the growing awkward aura around you both. You look out across the ballroom, eyes drawn towards Leona desperately searching for a sign. Your strange new friend takes note, he also seems to be looking at Leona. "Not afraid of staring are, you?"

"Is that what it looks like?" You ask slightly distressed.

"Most people just tuck tail and run when they see Savanaclaw." He almost sounds disgusted, but you can't quite tell with who. "I'm surprised you can stand to look."

"I've got good friends in Savanaclaw." You huff. Sure there's a chance this guy doesn't mean anything by what he's saying, but this is NRC. There is a much bigger chance that he does.

"Oh? Like who, Jack Howl?" This bitch-

"No." You cross your arms. "Friends don't make you want to explode."

"... I'm sorry?" The strange man apologizes, and it really does sound like he means it if the way he's scratching the back of his head is anything to go by. Unfortunately you have been sitting on these stupid feelings all night and really need them out in front of someone who isn't Grim, seven knows he doesn't care.

"Seriously like- wolf beastmen have only one soulmate? Forever? So it doesn't matter how I feel I just- never have a chance like ever. Ever ever ever, he's just always going to see me as some annoying hanger on- well maybe not annoying because I actually put in an effort you know?" The captive audience doesn't nod but that's ok, you just keep charging on. "And I know he appreciates that because his tail wags every time one of us do and it's so cute to watch."

"'m not cute."

"But that just doesn't matter he's got somebody already he just hasn't met them yet and I don't even know the right music to try and get rid of my feelings to. It's not like I can just ask him out and hope rejection will make the feelings go away because there is just no way he would be like in anyway nice about it-"

"What if you were that person though?" The stranger's voice is so strangled it's almost recognizable, and it successfully snaps you out of your stupor.

"But I'm not." You want to scream it, but it comes out so very quietly. "He was really clear about that, he'd just know."

"I'm stupid. I mean he is. Stupid. And you're human, maybe the feeling's different because there's a chance for rejection. It's not like humans always have soul mates." A dull silence falls over you both. Unease working it's pesky way back into both of your minds.

Not all humans have soul mates, but you most certainly do. Just... give him a moment, a ball is not his scene. But later when you're all alone, traipsing your way through the woods towards that lonely cottage there will be a wolf primed to strike. Just why did he ever worry Jack wonders, glad for the mask hiding his grin, he knew he only needed to be lucky once.

Sebek

"Just what is your opinion on Malleus anyway?" Sebek tells himself he is asking you this for safety reasons. It's a question he has asked you before, just louder and with force enough to "blow down a barn door" to quote Epel, but this damn mask had a mockingly fitting enchantment that pitched his voice down and quieted it the more he tried yelling. He almost sounded like he was impersonating Jade, something that would likely deeply amuse the strange upperclassmen and seems to have a soothing effect on you. Not that he was jealous!

"Tsunotarou and I are bros." Yuu puts up what Master Lilia had told him was a "peace sign" and "extremely cute" but makes him seethe with rage and actual jealousy, not whatever that sickening feeling he'd had before was.

"You are not." The mask makes his dull roar sound like a middle aged mother gleefully scolding her friend for buying a particularly saucy pair of heels and not the justified rage of a royal retainer. "If you are bros just what does that make you to his retainers hmmmm?" That makes Yuu falter for some reason, mouth moving before the words are fully formed like they are considering hiding something.

That scares him. Because it compromises his lord's safety. Obviously.

"Well, I think Lilia's super cool." An objectively true statement human. A bit sparse on the praise but then what use would Master Lilia have for a human's praise? It would be better spent on him anyway. "He's really smart and happy to talk about what he knows, even if he lies about things sometimes, gotta have fun with yourself sometimes I guess. Silver is a bit dense, but he tries so hard you have to respect him for it." Again Sebek finds himself agreeing with Yuu, but the praise stings for some reason. It's minimal, but he supposes Yuu's avoidance of addressing the issue- not that they are he supposes, they may have stopped speaking but he doesn't think they intend to not give an opinion about him.

"And Sebek?" But he prods for it anyway because he wants it. He knows himself, he is not exactly ashamed of himself but Sebek knows you would never tell him the full truth of your opinion to his face. He can't even call Yuu by their name, why should they-

Sigh, like a besotted Princess in a fairy tale, play with the edges of their cape like a Prince questioning his propriety in voicing his desires but unable to swallow their emotion-

"He's really something else." You mean it, not that you are too sure why you feel like telling this stranger your deepest secret or why you chose to phrase it like a complaint. But the compliment suits Sebek like that you think. And the stranger doesn't stop you. "Knights are sort of out of fashion where I'm from but I've always liked them, and Sebek's the perfect image of one you know? I just wish there was some room in his heart for someone other than Malleus... not that I think his devotion's a bad thing y'know? I just- want to be treasured by a knight too."

"Just a knight?" The stranger asks. "Silver's there too I suppose."

"Nah he's not really my type." You shrug. "I like my guys a little pathetic. Look-" You barely notice the familiar way the stranger splutters as you bow to signal your exit. "I gotta go get Grim before he lights the place on fire, if you see Sebek tell him I'm looking for him? I want to dance with him at least once I just know he's good at it." And with that they're gone leaving an extremely competent and not at all pathetic thank you very much! Flustered mess of a man behind them.

Silver

"Oh hello Prefect." You have no idea who this student is but it is not unusual for people to know who you are given everything that's happened at this stupid school since you accidentally enrolled. "Nice to see you are enjoying yourself, the rolls are really good." And he is not judging you for the amount of bread you have in front of you so as far as you are concerned he can stay.

"They really are." You nod sagely, offering your new friend some of your hoard which he happily accepts as you both turn towards the ballroom to people watch. "I shouldn't be surprised at how good the food is, but somehow I always am." The stranger nods ruefully.

"I know what you mean. After eating so much of fa- Lillia's cooking you forget what things are supposed to taste like sometimes." Oh so this guy is in Diasomnia then? You'll have to compliment Tsunotarou later, this guy is super polite.

"Yeah I can see that, it makes feel bad for Silver sometimes what with how close those two are." You continue munch on your bread, too caught up in the fluffiness of it to notice how the "stranger" pauses, a thought forming in his mind he is sure to regret later but is unable to fully resist.

To long is human, which he is, painfully so.

"Do you think about Silver often?" He hopes he sounds playful, you fluster, looking the man up and down wondering if maybe Lilia has decided to alter his appearance to tease you some.

"More often than I should." Even if this is Lilia, it's not like anyone can really mock you for this can you? It's a Masquerade Ball, you're allowed to spill your guts to a stranger and reasonably expect nothing to come of it. Hell, just because this guy's in Diasomnia doesn't mean he'll say anything. "He's hard to ignore you know?"

"Not really." Silver picks at the bread, half hoping you will drop the topic, half agonizing about how to feel if you do. "He... doesn't have the best reputation in our dorm. People think he's too intense."

"Hmmm." You can see why, people who lack facial expressions often find themselves failing to express their intent. "That doesn't bother me." Oh he could practically soar, his whole body straightens in pride when you say that. "Silver is one of the few people I feel truly safe and... well sometimes I feel cherished around him. But I don't want to put pressure on him since we aren't even really friends I don't think."

"Why wouldn't you be?" He is deeply confused, he knows Lilia's advice is always coached in jokes but Silver didn't think the flowers he asked his animal friends to find would hinder his progress too badly. You were even wearing them tonight, it was how he found you, so it's not like you hated them... right? "I- He cares about you, I mean you know that right?"

"Maybe." Is all you say, eyes looking for someone in the crowd that's sat right next to you oh so painfully unaware- "But if I said I liked him would he even know what I meant? Would he still want to be friends... if..."

"Of course he would." Silver means it, but somehow he feels like he is missing something. The weight of your hand maybe, as you leave the "stranger" in search of... well he hopes "Silver" because if he knew you loved him, because he thinks that was what you meant maybe he wouldn't want to be just friends.

Best friends maybe? He'll have to ask Li- his father later.

[azurefaire]

(LONG) an interesting and funny Pepper Ann live chat on Disney's Blast from 1998

What I find interesting about a lot of older TV shows is they had live chats with someone in character. I remember finding ones for Winx Club on the 4kids site when I used to go on Internet Archive a lot. What's funny about they committed to Pepper Ann responding in chararacter and she even interact with the chat mod. I think Disney's Blast is a paid subscription game/social thing? You'd have to pay to have access to it I think. This is called "Disney's Daily Blast"... queuing for April 8th. 27 year old ass chat just like Pepper Ann in the finale...

"Give or take a few"... "worldwide" alright moderator! off to a supportive start

Mod eventually gets the hang of it

"da bomb diggety" and the bomb diggety squared.

also confirmation for my headcanon that many characters want to have their own "signature look" and that's why they don't change clothes

What's it like to be one of the coolest saturday morning shows?!

"It's cool. It's just my life."

Trying to sound modest or secretly insecure that your awful tween life is broadcasted to millions of people every day? That you are a cartoon?

It cut off in the screencap but ria11 says "Why are you nervous??? It's just a couple of kids asking you some neat questions."

"with someone" you can feel her resentment, jealousy and fear of reputational damage she had behind the screen

omg the typos and the reference to "In Support Of" I can't 😔😭

Two times six... I can't... that's so cute

I thought her name was Penelope or something (source: ginger tumblr poll said so) I don't recall this lol

Didn't think you were the magenta purple type anyway PA

and the funniest part "SHUT UP MODERATOR"

Moose thought Steve was a dog... allegedly (I mean she was like... 1 year old probably)

She's right she looks so weird without her glasses and no contacts... not beating the allegations she's "evil Daria" tbh

she is NOT taking off her glasses for vanity

who's your best friend... milo or nicky... philosophers ask this question every day (i'm team nicky. even if milo and pa have more in common on the surface)

Moderator being my worst enemy here: (also calling her PEPPER no one calls her that)

This is the funniest part "scrooge mcWHO". She would have loved to be apart of Stan's 11 in Chibiverse if she wasn't under the freaking ground.

he'll be chatting about his adventures *Sighs*

Then we get Pepper Ann's secret rap career featuring cheesehead187:

"I want to rap but what rhymes with orange..."

She can't stop with her crush on Leonardo Dicaprio... lmao and googling his name that username is based on is the Jack from Titanic 😭😭😭

Not her calling out Nicky too

Why hasn't she asked out Craig... cause she likes Nicky...

they all had their chances....

"who always hangs around you" the kids knew how much dieder stole precious screentime....

THANKS!! god... free my baby from hazelnut.

also love this acknowledgement...and then we get weird wording about your teachers being a freak

Fight the Power!!

Staystaystaystay

YOU ARE COOL CAUSE YOU USE THE WORD FREAK LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!

now i want to thank every one of the pepper ann community one at a time but mostly @kidsnextdoorsoopersecretpage thank you for sending me this

[milkytheholy1]

The big screen

Request: Hello ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

Can You do a Rise Leo x a crush fem reader were the reader is an actor for a movie as the maniac villan but she is very shy irl (maybe Leo finds a fan fiction about reader, would he read it? XD) Is ok if you don't want to do this 😅

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The air felt thick with the amount of smoke flourishing out of the toppled-over buildings, the outlandish sounds of innocent screams and car horns were blaring in the distance. You stood there, in a circle of broken glass and debris, smirking. Your hands twisted in an unnatural way, wavering around a deep red magic, glaring with dead eyes at those who crossed your path.

"This is your last chance," you all but hissed, fingers rigid and teeth bared, "Leave me alone!"

"Annnd cut! Alright everyone, let's do a reset! (Y/N) head to make-up for some touch-ups." yelled the director, swivelling back in his chair to face the monitors. The illusion of the fake world you played in dissipated as the green screens became more apparent, the smoke machine was turned off and the speakers blaring screams was muted. With a quick sigh and a sip of water, you headed back to your trailer, awaiting your turn for make-up.

The moment you saw your trailer come into view you let out a small smile, just a few minutes' rest would feel heavenly after such a long shoot. The second the door closed you let out a long sigh, the scarlet leather of your costume moving stiffly as you flopped onto the small bed.

Unbeknownst to you there was a figure sitting on the opposite side of the van, lounging on the sofas and making himself rather comfortable, "You. Were. Amazing!" he beamed, slamming his comic book down on the counter. You jumped, completely forgetting that you had invited, well snuck, Leo onto set today. Your cheeks soon matched your coat, as you started twirling strands of hair with your finger, "You really think so?"

"Uhhh, think so? I know so!" he beamed, "I was watching the whole thing from the catwalk, you were so cool!" he stood up and posed in front of you, "This is your last chance," he crooned, trying his best to repeat the line with the same delivery as you.

You couldn't help the giggle that slipped past your lips, "Perhaps you should go back out there instead of me, you're much more suited for this role than I am." you wanted it to sound like a joke, but deep down you knew there was a lingering feeling of truth in your words. Leo groaned, "I wish I could perform out there, but I would never be able to capture the unique beauty that is you."

God you almost wanted to swoon with how gentlemen-like he was being, "What if I wasn't meant for this role, we've already done so many retakes, I just don't think I'm getting this right." you looked down towards your knees, drawing patterns in the fake dried blood and dirt. Leonardo frowned, moving to sit by you and your extremely delicate costume; which he made a note to avoid touching.

"It's normal to have reshoots and whatnot, that's show business, baby!" he keened, jazz hands reluctantly following closely behind him. But when you didn't smile he knew he needed to jack up the sincerity.  

"Heeey, you're doing amazing! There's not another actor or actress who could nail a role like that, other than you, of course." he brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, willing you to look at him.

"Besides, they choose you, after all. Right? You were asked to audition by the director, they chose you to play this part! That's got to mean something hasn't it?" his wide smile was infectious, it slowly but surely made its way onto your face too, "I guess you're right?" you mewled.

A knock at the door broke you both apart, Leo inclined to hide in the shadows of your trailer. With a timid voice, you spoke up "Who is it?"

"It's Tyler, the intern, I'm here to take you to hair and make-up."

You nodded your head, not like this Tyler was going to see it anyway. You turned to Leo with a grimace evident on your face, "I have to go now, I wish I didn't have to though."

"Hey, you're gonna make a killer movie!" Leo bribed, "Plus you're gonna win so many awards, maybe even an Oscar! Which I'm totally tagging along with, by the way."

You couldn't help the snort, "Go get 'em, tiger." Leo smiled, giving you an earnest thumbs up. You nodded your head, took a deep breath and swung the door to your trailer open. You were ready and you were gonna nail this. And who knows, maybe you will win an award or two?

"And the winner for best actress of the 2024 Oscars, goes to....(Y/N)!"

[bluecatwriter]

28. How they feel about [insert character]

Jack -> Jonathan, Mina, Lucy

each he hasn't known for ages like he does the others! hope this isn't lots!

Ooh, thank you! I love getting lots of asks— it's enrichment for my enclosure. ;)

Jonathan: Jack first meets Jonathan the way we do, through reading his words, and he is smitten. He rightly sees and appreciates how incredibly brave Jonathan was during his time at the castle, and Jack is ready to meet the true embodiment of Strong Young Manhood. He's surprised when Jonathan turns out to be a "quiet, businesslike gentleman," but is already using physiognomy to determine that Jonathan is "uncommonly clever, if one can judge from his face." He's surprised, but not disappointed, and his admiration steadily grows over the course of the canon events as Jonathan proves himself to be everything Jack wishes he could be: singlemindedly devoted to an unselfish cause, passionate, fighting for his true love. I like to think that Jack's hero-worship hits an almost unbearable peak during their week waiting in Varna— with Jack crushing on Jonathan and badly flirting all the time (with neither him nor Jonathan realizing that his weird behavior is crushing/flirting) to the point where Jonathan wants to strangle him. I don't think Jack ever loses his starry-eyed view of Jonathan, no matter how many years pass.

Mina: Ah, Mina! She is the first female friend Jack has ever had, and so his mind keeps wildly trying to categorize her into a box that fits. They are best friends; they are soulmates; they are siblings; they are spouses from another timeline— his mind keeps rattling between all these options, with none of them quite fitting the intensity of his feelings for her. They get along great and trust each other with their hearts right from the beginning, but Jack also has a lot of patriarchal attitudes ingrained in him, and so his natural leaning toward treating her as an equal keeps getting sidetracked by his idea that she must be "protected." He would gladly die for her, or kill for her. He also would kind of like to be her...

Lucy: Jack's relationship with Lucy is one of my favorite character arcs of the whole book! I like to think there was a certain spark between them when they met, but it mostly took the form of Lucy being intrigued by him and Jack being amazed that a young woman was paying any attention to him (rather than doing what others had done, which was awkwardly excuse themselves from the conversation when he started staring at them). He immediately jumped from, "We can have a conversation" to "She should be my wife," and decided to propose while he had the courage, since he knew that she wouldn't be free for long. Getting rejected was devastating, but not unexpected; to him at this point, Lucy is more of an idea than a person: a chance at the heterosexually-married life he thinks he's "supposed" to have. The longer he's away from her, the more abstract she becomes in his mind. But then, but then! Arthur calls for his help, and he has to decide whether or not he meant it to Lucy when he said he'd be a friend to her. And he did mean it, and for the first time, he is seeing Lucy as a person, not as a hope for his own future. He's definitely not perfect in the way he handles every situation, but he sacrifices a lot of his time, effort, emotion, expertise, and blood in order to help her. He checks in on her between his full-time job; he sits with her while she sleeps to keep her from nightmares; he helps bridge the gap between Arthur, who's torn between Lucy and his father; he keeps silent vigil when Lucy breaks down crying. I think in a very meaningful way, Lucy is the one who teaches Jack how to love. I think that in time, they could have been really good friends. :'(

Thanks for giving me the chance to ramble!

(Ask game here)

[pinky27freak]

Hello!! I got a couple of asks about the sisters!

Z- zest: what excites them? Do they easily get excited or does it happen once in a blue moon?

J- jealousy: is there someone they envy? Why do they envy them?

And also, which student do they like the most (platonic or romantic) and which do they hate the most?

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME! (or how much it made me smile and giggle) Thank you for taking an interest in the sisters!

Starting from oldest to youngest, here we go.

Zest wise, Patricia doesn't really get excited that often, or at least show it that offen. Being the more introverted of the two, her feelings (unless its anger) aren't really worn on her face or body, most of the time. Though if you watched her, you'd see her eyes light up when history or science is brought up. (Those both being her favorite subjects) But if you wanted to see her truly get physically excited, then just mention a round of volleyball. She'll be dragging you to the court in no time.

Now jealous is dangerous. Especially if it is between siblings. Unfortunately for Patricia, she does have slight jealous issues with her sister Veronica. She is jealous / envious of how easily Veronica has adjusted to Twisted Wonderland and how easily she has made friends there.

She is also a bit jealous of Vil's perfect skin. (But really, who isn't)

As for "which student she likes the most," platonically, she absolutely loves Jack and Ortho. Seeing them like little brothers more than anything.

Romantically now (though she'd never admit it unless absolutely certain the opposing party had the same feelings), she has found herself growing feelings for a certain dark fae prince that she takes walks with frequently. And then to her dismay, a certain lion has also been making feelings grow in her as well. (She prays neither find out)

As for hating someone? Sebek. Plain and simple. He rubs her the wrong way and has since day one. She hates it when he calls her "human" and puts "weak" in a sentence describing her. (She has contemplated calling him a half blood before but has never had the guys to actually say it) There have been many times where the first years, her sister or even Silver, have had to either verbally calm her or physically restrain her from going after the crocodile. She does, however, hold her tongue around Lilia and Malleus most of the time. (They're not stupid, though. They can literally see the heat rising off her head sometime)

On to Veronica!!!

As for getting excited, she is almost the opposite of her sisters. Wearing her emotions out on her shoulders and face all the time. So you can tell when she is excited. It happens a lot with the small everyday victorys, though flying on the broom sticks and getting to study and be around magic plants does make her quiet excited.

Veronica isn't really a jealous person, so there really isn't anything going on on that front.

Platonically, she loves Ace and Deuce and Grim. They are her people and really enjoy their company. Even though they are a recep for disaster and chaos, just waiting to happen.

Romantically? She has a taste for sickly Victorian style people. So Riddle and Rollo. And then also the sunshine Kalim. I mean, besides Jamil, who can hate him? He's so adorable.

Hate wise, there is only one person. And that is none other than the bird brained headmaster Crowley. She hasn't liked him from the beginning (might slightly stimulate from the fact that Crowley, through she was a boy for a hot minute) She also isn't a huge fan of Leona, and is slightly mortified by her sisters crush on him. But hay, Patricia had the same reaction to Rollo at first.

And that is pretty much it! Again, thank you so much for asking! And my apologies this is so late. I was trying to draw some comics to go along with this, but it was not going fast enough -

(I'll update this as soon as they are done)

@justyoureverydaytwstsimp

[amelias-calamity-quintet]

Ah, Marela. There is so much coming up with her in the Nayru's Temple arc. Y'all know so little about her. I promised y'all she had a full character sheet, and I still can't tell you every reason why. For folks new to MoaH, Marela is Zelda's head attendant and best friend.

We're having so much fun messing with expectations with Marela. As the first named Zora woman in the story, series expectation says she should have a crush on Link. Marela is in fact not interested in men at all. That doesn't mean she's not interested in any Marksmen.

Marela is an absolute gossip and we love her for it. She is also one of those people that ships people in real life (actively doing so in story too).

Marela and Zelda have been friends since childhood, for backstory reasons that will make more sense soon. At the very least, the two studied spellcasting together, and so Zelda has a lot of enchantments that she designed for Marela, or helped Marela research. Marela's water teleport ability is one of those.

While there hasn't been too much of Marela's magic shown off, she is a talented seamstress (for cultural reasons), and a lot of her magic manifests in her sewing. It is a specific type of magic that Zelda is actually not that good at. Currently. Mechanically, this would be largely illusion spells.

Marela's combination class is a mixture of College of Eloquence and a custom subclass I still need to build. Both the subclass and the hybrid would reveal too much, but once y'all figure out her backstory, there might be some clues.

Bard was actually a really hard pick for Marela, she was tied with another class, but there would be too many ??? for the sheet to be really intelligible at that point. Also once I did the math on Jack of All Trades and Expertise, Bard was better. Persuasion and Insight on the Expertise by the way. Only one other person who can keep up with her in that regard.

Starting feat is Actor because she's dramatic like that. +2 CHA, +1 DEX

This also becomes clearer once there are more Zora women in the story, but screw gender dymorphism in fantasy. Marela has shark teeth like we see Zora men have. There are also Zora men and women of varying heights, to include shorter Zora men and taller Zora woman (like up to the height of Sidon comparatively).

Lots of races in MoaH have wider trait variants that they can't have in games for things like asset limitation reasons. Zora are one of those and Zora have traits reflecting multiple kinds of fish besides just sharks. Marela's traits are inspired by beta fish and jellyfish.

[shallowseeker]

Can't explain it, but feeling Kaia today.

Something about not mattering. And being too weak.

Dark Kaia as a mirror for Dean's (Sam-coded) fear of his own weakness, especially post-AU Michael possession.

Dark Kaia is a survivor, a soldier.

She knows the fear.

She goads Dean about "being weak" and about "using violence, threats, whatever it takes" to get what he wants

(and what he wants is to be safe, for his loved ones to be safe).

She chides Dean about pulling a gun on other Kaia...

...but when she herself got angry, she accidentally friggin' SPEARED other Kaia!!!

Kaia wields violence like a second skin... for the many of the same reasons Dean does.

She knows Dean because she's LIKE him.

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This is heavy, because while we've seen a lot of other characters VERSUS weakness outright (s4 Sam, s12 Cas)

this hasn't been Dean's primary mode of struggle, at least not in this manner.

The Mark of Cain is adjacent to it, sure, but that's more about eliminating the enemies and eliminating the need for terrible decision-making.

This is more like the Rowena-mode of "never being weak again," and the Sam-mode of self-disgust/vulnerability.

And just like Cas's "weakness" crisis in s12 becomes inflamed post-his Lucifer possession, so too is this the fallout of Dean's post-Michael possession:

//

Dean's a little bit aware of it, too, as we see in 14x09:

By his own admission, he's ruminating on the possession of his loved ones, and he's thinking about their struggles and resultant freakouts in fresh new ways.

(Note: I think he's also SUBCONSCIOUSLY thinking about the scenarios... where his loved one DID the possessing.)

But sadly...

Like Rowena, Dean CHOKES at THE critical battle junction, and he lets his loved ones down...

... which crushes him completely. :(

Dean lost faith in himself after this.

:((((

///

And the fear, that wound, that loss of control... of not being ENOUGH on his own...

...it persists.

It's all feeding into his eventual breakdown, into his looming existential crisis.

Nick says they're alike, but Dean became a vessel to save Sam and Jack.

Nick, on the other hand, did it to avoid his own grief and to plug the lost meaning back into his life:

///

Ah, it's so painful...

And in season 15, I think Dark Kaia and Dean spiral all the way down together, too, echoing each other and understanding each other in such horrible, interesting ways...

DARK KAIA (to Jack): You can fix this. Help us. Please. Please? (15x12)

Dean, Cas, and Sam all wax and wane on the idea of Jack saving the world. (SAM: Jack, you're the only one who can.)

Later, Sam and Dean beg Chuck to fix the world. (DEAN: But, first, you got to put everything back the way it was. The people, the birds, Cas. You got to bring him back.)

And when that fails, they count on God!Jack to fix the world. (DEAN: Alright, kid, you really think you can pull this off?... Way to go!)

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ANYWAY

Kaia.

Kaia should be angry with Jack and Dean, but she isn't, because she's LIKE them. She understands them.

When Dean comes for our Kaia in The Bad Place, she collapses into his arms, and later, she cheerfully hangs out with Jack and borrows his clothes.

Charitably, Kaia was team Jack in the first place because she understood the desperation of his point of view. After all, she too was burdened with powers that tormented her, and she wanted them to mean something good.

Emotionally, she totally gets Dean, perhaps wondering if she too, would pull a gun if she could've had the chance to save her mom or aunt.

Dark Kaia, on the other hand, is a survivor. She's surprisingly ruthless and deeply desperate in very Dean- and Jack- ways. Dark Kaia fights to find a place where she belongs. She protects the people she loves, even when it costs her everything. In the end, she tragically gives in to death.

All this… it's why Kaia, Jack, and Dean get along better than they arguably should.

It's also why I think our Kaia will have both Jack and Dean eating out of the palm of her hand for the rest of time.

[jacksoneblackburn]

Because I'm bored, here's chapter 3 just because I can :)

Chapter 3

Leo gives me life advice

I know, not the best thing to say after getting re-claimed by Hades. (is it claiming or did Hades just destroy my parentage? I'm not sure. This hasn't really happened to anyone... I think.)

Leo walked up to me, placing an arm around my shoulder. 'I think you might be a kid of Hades.'

I stared at him blankly. 'What the Hade- well, my... whatever he is- is that supposed to mean?'

'I mean you got claimed. Dipstick.'

'I know what you mean Leo, but how did I get claimed if Apollo is, technically, biologically my father?'

'You're asking me like I know how humans work,' Leo said with a look that said I'm more of a machine knower, not a human knower. 'Sure. I build things with sentient consciousnesses all the time- with the help of Pipes of course- but I'm better at robo-genetics, not homeo-genetics.'

I facepalmed. A nice, loud slap to the front of my forehead. I drug my hand down my face, stretching my features before they snapped back to how the were before. 'It's not even real human genetics.'

Tyler huffed. He had a small look of jealousy on my face. Quick backstory. Tyler and me go back to the beginning of my time at camp. Me and Leo go back to a few minutes after my beginning of camp.

Now, when I saw Tyler, it wasn't love at first sight, if you can describe it that way (I am Cupioromantic, interested in dating, not really into the lovey dovey stuff. I still do it to make Tyler happy though). In fact, my first "crush," after my first boyfriend (Andy), was Leo.

Now, let me explain. After seeing a cool, good-looking guy that can talk to trees, and seeing a fire gremlin that has a sick ass (in the donkey sense) robo-dragon, covered in machine oil, burning trees- who wouldn't fall immediately?

I ended up finding out he had a girlfriend though and cried in a pillow for two days. Not a good day in the infirmary. Especially since I was laying in a medical cot near the sick children unit with the privacy curtain surrounding me with no walls nearby. A lot of people cried that day. But that's a story for another time.

Tyler snapped me out of my flashback. Literally. Because not only was I recounting my tail, I was also staring- like HARD staring- dead at Leo's face. I shook my head when I realized that he was snapping in my face. 'Helloooooo?... Earth to Jacks...' I finally registered him saying.

'Wuh-' I noticed Tyler looked angry, and was pouting. 'What did I do?'

Leo cleared his throat. 'You were staring at me. For like, three minutes without blinking.' Leo looked like he was on the verge of laughing. I felt myself blushing in embarrassment.

'I was flashbacking, I wasn't paying attention! I swear!' I put my hands up, in a swift moment, a flick was administered to the bridge of my nose. 'Ow!- Tyler!-'

'You're still staring!' Tyler said, moving my gaze away from Leo with a finger.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose from where he flicked. 'Tyler, I swear I was flashbacking, I swear on Styx.' Tyler relented.

'Fine. But this should be the last time I see you looking at another guy for extended periods of time, okay?' He huffily (not a word) placed a small kiss on my forehead before I can say anything else. I know he got jealous, a lot, but usually it was just his weird way to flirt with me. So I assumed that was what he was doing.

'So, now that... whatever just happened has passed, does anyone know what to do now?' Connor Stoll thankfully interrupted and asked. 'I mean, since Apollo became a technically biological human, and I got poked in the eye, the Oracle hasn't been oracle-izing quite right.' Usually, I would've been severely irritated by the misuse of word creation and have the undescribable need to punch someone in the gut and correct them, but it seems my correctional wordsmithing capabilities had left with my parentage.

'"Oracle-izing" isn't a word dipstick.' Nico said for me. Nico has been slowly learning the entire english dictionary because of him spending time with- ugh, Will.

'On the contrary, fellow not-entirely-straight man.' Leo said. 'Isn't Apollo looking for new words constantly?'

'He's a 16 year old-ish teenage boy with acne, I doubt he needs to look for new words right now.' I said. 'Wait- What did you say?-'

He ignored me and went on.

'Now now, let Uncle Valdez teach you youngins something about good old machine building.' He sat down in a chair while slapping boths his hands on his repsective knees. Kinda like the southern USA way of someone slapping the knees while standing up while saying, "Welp, it's getting late. Have yerself a good time pardner," (I have no clue what the modern South was like, I was from the Nothern Colony in Pennsylvania, and the south wasn't all grammas baking you apple pies and people fighting alligators with a beer in hand back before I was stuck in the Erebo pocket space).

'We're technically the same age.' I said bluntly. Leo shushed me in response.

'I don't care. I'm Uncle Leo Valdez, Tofu Taco Expert, and Bad Boy Supreme.' He said like it gave him authority (it didn't). 'Anyways, just because you can build a whole machine, including the parts, it's not always necessary when you have other materials to help you.' Leo said with surprising maturity. I half expected a sound machine to play a loud mooing sound from somewhere in his pockets. 'Everything has a place and it's better to build a place for it, then build something that already exists.'

'As a practicing engineer, poet, artist, temporary philosopher, the designated friend therapist and farmer, that made absolutely no sense.' I said with a frog blink.

Leo shrugged. 'Not everyone's a machine builder. You should probably take the "practicing engineer" part out of your title.'

Tyler stepped in. 'Leo, not the time.' He said impatiently. 'Get to the gist, dumbass.'

Leo put his hands up with his signature impish grin. 'Hey, don't go and try to rush a master perfeccionando su oficio*.' (*To translate, he said, "perfecting his craft." You're welcome.)

Tyler rolled his eyes. 'Olvídalo, idiota. Date prisa y termina lo que estás diciendo*.' (*To translate, again, in basic, he said, "Forget about it, idiot. Just hurry up and finish what you're saying.")

Leo rolled his eyes. 'Alright, alright. I'll cut to the gist: Just because the Oracle is broken, doesn't mean Rachel can't help.'

Surprisingly, that made sense. Even for Leo. Too much sense...

'Leo, who replaced you and gave us a proper person?' I asked with twinge of confusion. 'When did you start dishing out advice as good as your Tofu Tacos?'

'It's a talent of mine.' Leo said while shrugging it off as if it was something natural. He later told me that he was high off of oil fumes and couldn't remember a single thing about what was happening. Which makes sense when he then said, 'Anyone else hungry? I ate not too long ago, but I feel starved.' He rubbed his stomach. 'Didn't I have ice cream? Where did it go?...'

Leo then wandered off to the cabin's minifridge and raided for food.

Tyler then said, "So... I guess we're going to get Red?'

'Yeah,' I said while scratching the back of my neck. 'I guess so. Would she even help?'

Tyler shrugged. 'Maybe. But we'll never know unless we ask.' And so, he gathered Katie and Connor while Leo followed us, with snacks cradled in his arms like a baby, towards the Oracle Cave of Mini Delphi.

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

What do you think of jermomi ?

A solid ship, there's definitely some basis for it.

(I have another ask in by inbox requesting my in-depth thoughts on Jermaine, so I'm going to truncate some points of analysis here.)

I definitely think they have crushes on each other.

They occasionally blush at fidget at each other, and you can really how much they want to impress each other. They care a lot what the other thinks of them.

They hit it off really well, and both represent something new and unknown for the other. Jermaine's the first friend Omi's made with no connection to any of the Xiaolin-Heylin stuff, and vice versa, and they're both amazed by the peek into the other's world that the other offers.

And Omi's also probably the first kid who actually came back and helped Jermaine after Jermaine stuck his neck out to save him from getting jumped. Jermaine's fully prepared to just accept a beating in the place of this kid, but he lights up with surprised joy when Omi saves him right back.

Their first to each other was literally rescuing each other, with both being absolutely floored with awe at the other's skill and heroism. That's a meet cute you'd find in lots of action romances.

Omi getting all three of the bullies to run away with their tails between their legs is probably the first time Jermaine ever seen anyone take down all three of them. And it's the first time anyone's ever stood up and fought them to protect Jermaine.

Omi was the first person to inspire and save Jermaine like he did, even before Omi went on to introduce Jermaine to all this magical stuff. Jermaine so readily came to join Omi's side when Jack challenged him, because Omi and Jermaine have already fallen into this fun, easy chemistry and being there for each other.

It's no wonder they mean to much to each other after their first meeting.

And they keep in contact after that, probably through letters and packages and basketball trickshots.

They're a fun team, they play off each other well and pull each other out of their comfort zones, they're very cute. They also push each other to grow, even with the rocky bumps that come at first. Through all the highs and lows, I could see it.

And speaking of lows, even when they had their fight, where Omi was absolutely in the wrong, Omi was surprisingly quick to drop it when he became concern about whatever Chase's intention with Jermaine were.

Omi's jealousy was fueled by his deep fears about losing the only place in the world he's ever been condition to think he'll have, his role as a Xiaolin dragon, and that's so deep-seeded that Omi holds onto it. Until he learns that Chase is involved.

Omi apologizes and threw the match completely when he has to measure that fear against letting Jermaine fall victim to whatever Chase was scheming. Omi's willing to lose and let Jermaine decide how things end.

Omi knows Chase very well and navigates their relationship warily. It's apparent that Chase is keeping far more from Jermaine if Jermaine hasn't even been made aware that Chase is evil in the first place.

Even at their lowest, Jermaine says that the thing Jermaine wanted most from all his training was for Omi to be happy for him. The thing that hurt Jermaine the most was that, through all the grueling training he was going through, he was looking forward to seeing Omi be happy at Jermaine finally taking up that offer he was too anxious to take before, when Omi offered to bring Jermaine back to the temple.

Jermaine loves Omi's confidence and finds his signature boasting pretty cute. He really enjoys Omi's base personality and finds his quirks endearing. It's only a problem when Omi specifically butts heads with him out of envy, and Jermaine makes it very clear in moments like that.

But outside of that, he wants Omi to be himself. Jermaine even lightly teases Omi when Omi invites Jermaine to return to the temple, and he grins when that teasing eggs Omi into adding a bit of the playful self-aggrandizement that Jermaine loves about him.

tldr; Jermaine and Omi know each other pretty well like each other for the personalities, not "despite them," we've gotten to see how they are both when they're fighting side-by-side or when they're fighting each other and there's solid chemistry either way, they both have to get better with communication but are very willing to grow there together, they inspire each other to look past what holds them back (Jermaine's hesitance about the big world, Omi's pathological fear of losing the only place he thinks he can have in the world as a tool for good), and the crushes are definitely there.

[aquaburst3]

Saw a post where OP spouted out their headcanons for Vil. Here are mine for canon Vil that I apply to my writing. So...

(I'll make another one for mine that only apply to my writing. While I try my best to keep him in character as possible, there is one major difference with how I write him that if you read my shit for a long time can guess.)

Vil damn well knows about the sorta shit that Rook gets up to, but turns a blind eye to it. He wants to keep him around thanks to him being "useful" and him being rather lonely and craving any sort of companionship, even if it's toxic.

Rook has a one-sided crush on Vil. Vil damn well knows about this, but feeds into it thanks to the above point. (Which isn't great. But it's understandable given the context, even if it's not excusable.)

Vil appericates Rook's feedback and takes it to heart more than what he wants to admit, seeing it as honest, blunt and earnest, despite it being toxic in reality.

Vil has two modes: professional and personal. When he's out in public, he slides into Professional Mode. He's charming, charismatic, while never showing his true emotions. When he's with those who he truly cares about, he goes into Personal Mode where his true self and feelings shine through more. Sometimes, especially when he's at school, he blends aspects of both.

When Vil said that he wasn't bothered by Rook's actions in Book 6, he was just being professional and suppressing his rage. In reality, he was hurt and betrayed by his actions. What hurt the most was the fact that Rook was a secret Neige stan for years and valued his love of Neige over himself.

Vil is jaded when it comes to love and romance. He grew up in the film industry, so he grew up being surrounded by others use that treat love like a tool for personal gain. So when anyone that he doesn't know well takes an interest in him, he will always be rather skeptical and question it, especially if it's coming from someone he knows is shrewd like Azul. This is also why he instantly turned down Cater in the JP version of that one vignette.

After being reunited with Jack at school, he's close friends with him. He trusts him with his life and darkest secrets. He runs with him in the morning.

Jack's friendship means the world to Vil. Jack has no idea how much it does.

He hasn't had many friends growing up, so he has a harder time communicating with others. This is part of the reason why he comes off as abrasive, domineering and harsh at times. He wants to help, but he doesn't know how to get his points across without putting his foot down.

Vil has an interest in gardening and plants, especially when it comes to concocting his potions and poisons.

He's also a bit of a history buff. He's fairly knowledgeable about the Great Seven, especially the Fairest Queen.

Vil is a fairly huggy person. This side mostly pops out mostly with those he trusts and truly cares about like Rook, Epel and Jack.

On top of being a trained fencer, boxer and martial artist, he's well versed in dance and singing. Though, he's more trained in classical styles like ballet than modern ones, so he had more of a learning curb with VDC than he would admit out loud.

He hates ice water in his drinks.

He loves to hike and be outdoors, walking whenever he can.

[clericofshadows]

"Write about your ship showing each other physical affection." Regis/Zaeed :>

so I decided to write a whole little fic for this :)

prompts ask

reflections

Description: Regis reflects on the losses from the Suicide Mission.

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Garrus Vakarian.

Urdnot Grunt

Legion.

Regis stared at the names on his terminal, the three members of his squad that lost their lives on the Collector Base, whose empty coffins still layed on the cargo deck.  

Vakarian took a shot to the stomach as Regis’s team rushed to give the rest of the squad aid after the long walk through the swarms.  Grunt died while holding the line, ensuring that the Collectors couldn’t chase after Regis and his team.

And in the final battle, Regis took Miranda and Legion with him.  Legion was crushed in the rubble after the fall of the Human Reaper. 

He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about the deaths, in all honesty.  They all signed up for this fucking mission.  They all knew the score.  

And yet, Regis couldn’t bring himself to dwell on them, only looking at the names to figure out his next move.  Contacting Vakarian’s father, messaging Wrex, and wondering what the loss of the unique geth means in the end. 

He didn't want to deal with any of that shit right now.  Vakarian wasn't exactly a nobody.  Grunt was a unique krogan who Regis always felt was wasting his potential by being on this mission.  As for Legion… Regis only mourned the knowledge lost, never having any love for the geth. 

Regis was also waiting on a reply from Kaidan, a vague message about a possible mission Hackett wants them to take point on after he let him know that he and Zaeed made it out of the relay alive.  Kaidan kept on checking in on him, sending both Regis and Zaeed his love, but he hasn't brought up Hackett's request since. And Regis wasn't about to push the issue either.

Now's as good of a time as ever for that kind of request. The Collector Base is no longer a problem. 

The Alliance awaits. 

Regis heard the doors to his cabin open, and Zaeed's annoyed voice filled the air. “Goddamn, Regis, are you ever going to get off that damn terminal?” 

“Just because we won doesn't mean all my responsibilities are gone,” Regis said, spinning around in the chair. 

“Your notifications can wait. Take a fucking break.” Zaeed leaned over him to look at the screen.  Regis made no move to hide it. “Still thinking about them?”

“More like wondering why I'm not thinking about them more.”

“You knew this mission would most likely have casualties. We all knew. Don't blame any part of yourself.” Zaeed crossed his arms against his chest. "You didn't seem bothered before."

In the heat of the mission, Regis could barely spare the time to acknowledge the losses before continuing on. Knowing that each death that had sacrificed themselves for the galaxy started to weigh a little heavy on him. Yet, another part of him didn't feel much at all, his own personal opinions on those that died keep getting in the way.

Regis knew he wasn't a good man, only trying to do good when he can. He stayed with Cerberus, allowed himself to be their little poster boy as he siphoned resources and got what inofmraiton out he could.

Times like these seemed to cement that fact even more. Deaths under his command never sat well with him. Torfan always lingering like a bound spectre.

This was different, though. All under his command out of free will, more or less, or paid to do so. He offered every single person an out, a path away from the plague of Cerberus.

Not even Jack took it. So can he really fault himself for the deaths? Knowing that Vakarian was leading his own squad, Grunt defending the rest out of his own will, and Legion being an unavoidable incident?

“It’s the damn N instructor in me.  Always thinking about other outcomes.  How the mission could go differently.  How can I improve?” Regis sighed, turning off the terminal and turning back to face his lover. 

“Come to bed,” Zaeed said instead, tilting his head towards it.  

Regis shook his head, staying put.  “I’m not in the mood for–”

“Did I say that we were going to fuck?  No.  Let’s talk somewhere more comfortable for both of us.”  Regis could hear a hint of hurt in his voice.  

“Sorry, it’s just–”

“Don’t.  I’m not really in the mood for it either, in all honesty.  Not the goddamn time, really.”  He held out a hand.  “Come on, baby.”

Regis took his hand and allowed himself to be led over to the bed.  As Zaeed busied himself with pulling down the covers, he noticed he was wearing Regis’s N7 tank top.  So that’s where it went… unsurprisingly.  

He couldn’t exactly complain.  He stole Zaeed’s hoodie, taking it along with the scent of vanilla and gun oil.  

Crawling under the covers, Regis expected that Zaeed was going to wrap himself around him from behind, but instead, he lied on his side and tucked himself up against Regis, wrapping an arm around him. Regis put one hand on his arm and put the other on his back, pulling him in as tightly as he could. 

Normally, their positions were swapped. Regis loved being the little spoon. Tonight, however, Zaeed must have sensed he needed something else. 

“How do you really feel?” Zaeed asked. “No bullshit, no trying to qualify it.”

Regis closed his eyes, gently stroking Zaeed's arm, feeling skin aged by battle and years passing. Rough scars from badly cared for wounds wrapped around his arm, intersecting with his tattoos. “A whole lot of fucking relief.  The mission is over. We're one step closer to getting out of Cerberus’s clutches.”

“Not too different from what I feel myself.  So what's really bothering you?”

“I hate how well you can read me.”

He snorted. “No, you don't. Stop dodging.”

“I don't feel much at all. I can't bring myself to see them more as just expected casualties of the mission.”

“They signed up for this. You can't blame yourself for that.”

“I don't.” Regis looked down at Zaeed. “That's the thing. I feel like I should be blaming myself.”

“Why?  What could you have done differently?  Every death was out of your goddamn control.”

“I know!” Regis raised his voice. Zaeed didn't even budge. “And as I'm working out how to deal with this mess, I noticed how different I treated this command. Treated them.”

“And?  This ain't Alliance. You managed to get twelve fucking operatives from all different backgrounds to work together in a cohesive unit. By all accounts, you succeeded. It wasn't a suicide mission for fucking nothing.”

In the end, it was a victory.  The base was destroyed, and even Miranda got her last words in with The Illusive Man. 

Regis couldn't see a scenario in which they all would've gotten out alive. Perhaps in time, he could come up with the perfect scenario, but nothing about that mission was predictable. 

“I know,” Regis said again, much softer this time. 

“Blame Cerberus for putting you in this shit position.  Don't blame yourself for something that was clear right from the start. If they didn't know the risk, they were goddamn idiots.”

Regis couldn't help but let out a laugh at that. Zaeed rubbed his shoulder, a gentle, back and forth motion. “Frankly, it's been a long time since I've had people under my command that I wanted out.  Grunt… was wasting his potential by being here. He should've stayed with Wrex to learn more about his people beyond imprints. I never meshed well with Vakarian.  Too diametrically opposed.  Hell, we even passed him up on the hunt for Saren.”

“I remember that conversation you and him had on his recruitment.  He was shocked you didn't remember him at first.”

“Why would I?” Regis shrugged. “One hell of a fucking coincidence either way.” He sighed. “And Legion… I hold no love for the geth, but what a fucking waste.”

“No one said you have to spend your days grieving over them.  You weren’t close, and that’s perfectly fine,” Zaeed said with a pointed look towards him.  

“You sound remarkably like Kaidan right now.”

“Well, he isn’t here, so I have to be the reasonable one by proxy.  He told me so.”

“So, you’re only here cuddling with me because he told you to?”

“No, of course not.  I’m here because you’re a goddamn furnace and the temperature control on this ship has been fucked since we dealt with the base.”

Regis rolled his eyes but kissed the top of his forehead anyway.  “Thanks.”

Zaeed smiled at him with a gleam in his eyes and leaned up to kiss his neck at the middle of his neck tattoo.  “You can do whatever you need to later.  It can wait.”

He supposed it could.  Only a couple days out from the base.  He has plenty of time to figure out the notifications.

“Yeah, I deserve a bit of a rest.” “We all do,” he said quietly.  “And yet, Hackett’s already trying to get you back out there with the Alliance.  Heard anything more yet?”

Regis shook his head.  “Not yet.  Kaidan said they were still working out the details, but it seemed important.  I’m anxious to be back.”

“I know.  And they’ll be goddamn idiots to not let you back in.  Enough talk.  Just take a damn breather, Regis.”

“Swap with me, then.”

Zaeed let out a laugh as they rearranged themselves, Regis now in his arms and lying against his chest, listening to him breathe and his heartbeat. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t make it out alive,” Regis murmured. Zaeed shushed him.  “Don’t go there.  We won.  We succeed.  That’s all that fucking matters.”

“And Kaidan’s waiting for us.  That’s the real reward here.”

“You’re goddamn right he is.  Hey, imagine the reunion we’ll have…”

Regis silenced him with a kiss.  

Eventually, he will have to go back to being Commander Shepard and deal with the repercussions of the mission.  Knowing that Vakarian was distant with his father didn’t help, and that Wrex also took a liking to Grunt meant he had to choose his words carefully for their notifications.

Time will tell what this mission means for the galaxy and for Regis's return to the Alliance, to his home.

[thefemcelthatdeservesbetter]

Ngnhhhh whats wrong with me?!

Ah it's so hard! So so hard to not hate myself!

It's so weird. I feel somewhat inferior, like I'm crazy, like I'm not normal, like I'm a fucking retard.

Why do people change so much? I understand that becoming a teen comes with maturing and changing behavior but.... Not like that. Is it me that's odd and that doesn't grow up? Or is it them that are odd and are behaving strangely? Being a teen only means you grow older. That's all. What's wrong with them? I hate seeing people change when i don't. I feel like I'm a seed that won't sprout watch others grow as big and mature trees. But emotionally. Or psychologically or whatever!

I hate how this boy in my class talks to so many girls and flirts with most of them. That boy is that one friend of mine that's ashamed of me. I hate what he grew up to be. We used to be such good friends. I remember always playing hide and seek, telling stories, eating some sour candies together. In elementary school he even had a crush on me but i didn't like him back. I don't understand what went wrong. I keep repeating it to him; he's changed. Highschool changed him for some reason. I hate how he's popular. I hate how he has so many female "friends", and it's not jealousy at all because i don't love him like that. I've heard that it's resentment. Resentment caused by a feeling of inferiority because of the lack of power i have over the situation. It's basically me being frustrated because things don't go the way i want them to. I think there's something wrong with me, because most of my classmates say that he hasn't changed. Because they did with him. Why's everything so different? I hate how powerless i am over... over everything.

I'm starting to think they might be right, maybe I'm autistic. But i really don't want to be! I'm not a retard. If i do have autism, or anything at all that's wrong with my mind i want to heal it as quick as possible. I just hate how i can't be enjoying teenage years like everyone else.

I'd say maybe it's an adolescent crisis, but that's just.... no. I feel like it'd be invalidating what i feel. (Even if it's not valid in the first place) I just wouldn't agree if someone told me "the way you feel is normal, it's adolescent crisis due to puberty, a phase that everyone goes through". So that'd mean I'm normal. I want to be normal! And i wish that that was true! But it's not, and I'd hate anyone who'd say it is. Because if it's so, then why am i the only one suffering?! Why am i the only loser? Why am i the only weird kid?

I think i don't even want to get raped. I watched porn this morning and the dude was really gentle, and handsome. I felt so gross after jacking off. Once i was done i felt immediately empty. I disgust myself. I looked at myself in the mirror and wanted to throw up. Wet wrinkly hands, messed up hair and blushing cheeks. That's so pathetic, to blush all alone in your room like the stupid little girl you are. But whatever, that man in the video was really cool; he'd chuckle sometimes for some reason. I think normal and consensual sex would be great... I can't believe I'm thinking about sex when i can hardly make FRIENDS.

And on top of this misery, i am sick! I catched a cold and my tonsils are swollen. My nose is running and my nostrils are burning.....

My father is so annoying. As if i wasn't feeling bad enough he has to worsen it and yell at me. I'll never take in consideration anything he says, he's the dumbest man on earth. He asks me to clean up the mess in my room; it's true that i should but i won't listen to him. Also I'm sick, I'm feeling too exhausted to do that! But the main reason is, i have nothing to learn from him. I have no reason to listen to him, i hate him. Who is he to talk? He never cleans anything, it's my mom that does all the job. I'm not gonna do what a stupid irresponsible alcoholic man tells me to do. I hate him. I'm ashamed of him. I hate his face, i hate his voice, i hate that he's the one that conceived me. I hate every little thing he does, even when he's being nice. I'm mad at him, so i don't care. But when I'm not, i feel really guilty. Because whatever he does i still hate him. And i hate myself for that. He spoils me, he buys me what i want, he does a lot for me and he loves me. Despite that, i can't bring myself to love him. I've never been able to love him. I can't see him as anything else but a monster. Somehow when you give off an image of yourself to someone, it might never change. It's not that i don't want to love him, i just can't no matter how hard he tries. And my sister said the same when she had a break down. And i know for sure that that's not because of puberty because she's an adult. After all, it's his fault. He might love us but he didn't think about us when he's done everything he has. He's selfish.

I wonder if my instagram friend will ever text me again. I know i said i would text him in a month if he doesn't text me first, but i can't stop thinking about him. I don't know why I'm so fond of him. I miss him but i know I'm just a random freak he once talked to online.

I have a lot going on in my mind. Most of it is hard to be put into words.

Ahhhh i wish i could be important to someone. I think when i say "someone" I'm mainly talking about him. I wish he'd love me just as much as i love him. It doesn't matter to me if he doesn't text me in a while (even if it hurts me) , most important to me is that we never get cut off. I don't want to rush things since we're only teenagers. Because i know that after some years he'll get heart broken by so many girls he'd be hopeless and desperate. That's when i show up and become the angel that will save him from despair. I'm not like the others, i care more about him than i care about myself. I'll love him a lot, I'll take care of him.... He might become a NEET, but it doesn't matter because i wouldn't mind handling both of our financial situations, if I'm able to. I'll tell him "so in the end, after all the time... Who never left? Who always stayed by your side?" And that'd be me. He'd fall in love, I'd get a flight ticket to his country and marry him. I hope it will happen. I think he's my first love. I want him to be the last. I want to be an angel, i really do. I want to kiss him, hug him, love him, rescue him from his own misery. I can't take care of mine but i can take care of his. I want to save him like an angel would! I want him to love me back!

[whencallstheheart]

Taking this long anon message and breaking it up so I can respond easier. Most of it's under the cut.

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I agree about the Elizabeth/Lucas storyline being a waste of time. It was obvious what the decision was.

If her Aunt said something like testing Lucas. To make sure that he had Elizabeth's and Little Jack's best interests at heart, then maybe it would redeem it a little.

Yeah, there was very little substance to it. Aunt Agatha has always bene supportive of Elizabeth and her choices so it felt really odd for this to be happening now. Surely Elizabeth has been writing to her and calling her so she knows of the relationship and what kind of guy Lucas is. She's also shown zero interest in moving back to Hamilton so to sort of ambush her with that was strange. Of course they'd like to have her home but the train goes both ways. I doubt Agatha is up to much. She could've visited several times by now.

The whole Nathan & Faith storyline is just weird. Their so called relationship happened off screen. All I saw in S9 was Doctor/Patient relationship and unrequited feelings on her part. A Nathan/Faith pairing makes no sense to me.

The fact that we're supposed to just believe all this stuff happened really doesn't work for me at all. I didn't want to see it in the first place so I definitely don't want to imagine it.

Mike is basically all puppy eyes for Faith. I wanted him to Man Up. Ned and Florence pushing(matchmaking)Nathan to escort Faith on he patient rounds. He's the town's Mountie, and is needed in town. Faith is not exactly a damsel in distress. Another missed opportunity for Mike.

Yeah, I'm hoping this means it's not 100% for Nathan and Faith now. Mike and Faith would be really cute and they'd make sense. Hopefully he'll talk to Lucas or Fiona or someone about his crush and they'll give him the push he needs to be more forward with Faith.

Then, there's Mei looking jealous/rejected. She's the one who friendzoned him. The writers/showrunner were probably going for drama/angst. But, it felt more like playing games to me.

Nathan is written as a serious character when it comes to love. I would rather he stay single or paired with Fiona.

She's an outgoing extrovert, while He's a guarded introvert.

I think it would be fun watching Fiona breakdown Nathan's walls. Maybe it's just wishful thinking.

I could definitely see Mei taking a step back to not get in Faith's way which is probably where the tension was coming from with those two. She has to still have feelings for Nathan but that hasn't been how it's been portrayed in these 2 episodes so I don't know. If it's not Mei then I'd totally love a Nathan and Fiona pairing. They'd be a lot of fun.

The preview for next week looks amusing. Rosemary is the most observant person in Hope Valley. She has a talent for finding out secrets. How will the ladies hide the surprise baby shower from her? Can't wait to see this!

Yes, looks like a comical one next week. It seems like they're just telling her it's happening on a different day so the fact that they're throwing a baby shower isn't actually a surprise. They probably know they can't pull that off.

Finally, why is Henry's storyline the only consistent storyline on this show?! I love how he just said guilty, then walked out of the room. The whole town has his back, so why isn't he fighting for his freedom?

Maybe they will bring Christopher back. His son may be the only one to get through to him, and find out why Henry is acting like this. I would love to see more Father/Son bonding between them.

We will just have to wait and see.

Henry continues to be the best. I think he's struggling to find his place in the town and doesn't think he's needed there despite everyone supporting him. He'd be content to go sit in jail because he still thinks that's where he should be. The town might have forgiven him but he hasn't forgiven himself.

It would be nice to see Christopher again but I doubt we will. Henry has a lot of people looking after him so I imagine we'll be getting more scenes with Joseph, Bill, and/or Elizabeth. It'll be interesting to see what comes next for Henry.

[hr-nm-grnd-zr]

In hindsight there were signs indeed.

Storytime or something:

When I was a child there were these movies about a child group playing football (soccer). It's called Die wilden Kerle, the wild guys.

The first movie was relatively realistic, it got a bit weirder each movie.

In the first one they established the main romantic relationship setting for all the movies, Leon and Vanessa, but they both were still too young to actually fall in love just yet. The whole movie series people were simping for Leon the whole time. 'He's so dreamy...' and all that bullshit. I never really liked him. He seemed selfish and annoying. A bit like people simping for Edward not wanting to see the red flags waving directly in their faces. Instead, later into the series I had somewhat of a crush, I guess, on some of the nicer guys. It depended on their personality.

In the second movie we were introduced to Gonzo Gonzales, aka Jack-Sparrow-wannabe. Same thing. People thought he was so cool, so tough, so hot! And I kinda have to agree with them. He did come across as hot. But it was that toxic kinda hot you should stay away from. No one wanted to talk about that though. I guess we were too young for people to actually know about toxic relationships and what that means (mind you this was in like 2007).

Recently I've been thinking about these things as maybe having been signs of me being aroace. yk. Not being affected or blinded by their attractive traits enough to still see the not so great things and thus being able to form a more realistic judgement about their character.

But yeah... that's all...

Here's some pictures for reference:

Leon (in movie 4)

Gonzo (he was only in movie 2, he had a skateboard and was doing an evil witch's bidding)

Leon stood no chance until he finally decided it was time to appreciate Vanessa for who she is (both did dumb decisions in that movie let's be honest) so good personality traits acutally DID win over physical hotness in the end.

Look at tiny Leon standing there not believing Vanessa actually could be interested in someone who hasn't said toxic shit to her (yet). Poor guy (not really) but he actually learned from that (and then forgot like 2 movies later when he fell for that bitch that lives beyond the Horizon and he had to learn that lesson again).

Happy Pride…2!!