#but yes it's important to discuss why they get pushed to the side but its also important for us to love them

[daisyofwaterdeep]

theres a certain character whose name i shan't say (but you'll probably know who im talking about) that gets the short end of the stick in both game and fandom content. and i get it: we should absolutely talk about the fact that this character gets less content, and why this is the case. but also...this discussion has taken up everything about this character. you can't talk about how you love them without every single comment begrudging the lack of content. every post about them has to mention it. rather than celebrating this really cool character and talking and hc'ing about them, the conversation stops dead in the water bc ppl would rather mention (not discuss: bc it's never a discussion, it's just commented on) the lack of content rather then, you know...talk and share and discuss this character.

if i have to see another fanart/post about them that starts with a "they have little content so i'm here to fix that!" im gonna explode. make art for the love of this character, not to meet some quota, please. we can (and should!) aknowledge that they're screwed by the creators and fandom, absolutely. but also...we need to celebrate them too. we deserve to enjoy them with our whole heart. can't we have some fun with them too, like all the other characters?

only talking about this character in negative contexts is doing exactly what ppl are complaining about: making less content for the character.

[ssaeri]

count my blessings

☆ tags: lucifer x gn!reader, finally giving him a factory tour since the anime won't, lucifer is like me—doesn't do well with surprises at first, i like him a lot because he deserves to be happy, referred to as MC (not Y/N) ☆

The door to Lucifer's study is heavy and impressive—nearly as impressive as the demon it houses. The first time you tried to push it open, you were surprised by its weight. Normally one of the brothers would open it and you'd trail in before or after them, depending on who was in trouble. But when you struggled to push it, you realized that it made perfect sense. Nothing less for Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. A title with as much heft as this slab of mahogany.

You're standing before the door once again, hand poised to knock, and you wonder if you should just turn back and abandon your plan.

"If your intention is to replicate a statue, I suggest you choose another place to settle," an amused voice says from behind you.

Lucifer's glove appears in the corner of your eye, reaching around you for the door knob. He opens it easily, waiting until you step in to the room. In the fireplace, flames lick at the protective mesh screen, cracking and twisting around stacked logs. He takes a seat at his desk and gestures to one of the plush armchairs.

"Should I assume that you wanted to discuss something?"

Suddenly, at the prospect of speaking, your tongue turns to cotton in your mouth.

"I did—do, I mean. I do want to talk about something. Are you almost done your work for the week?"

He glances at the stack of papers by his side. "Just about. I should be done in a few days, but Diavolo likely has more for me to do," he says, a minuscule sigh escaping between his words. "Why?"

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Diavolo is a fair demon, you reminded yourself as you followed Barbatos through the winding halls. You recognized the path to the pavilion after all this time. He's a reasonable one...most of the time.

More importantly, Diavolo had told you to not be shy. He was the Devildom prince, yes, but he was also your acquaintance, ready to help whenever he could. Surely, with this blanket statement of approval, you would be safe from being struck where you stood.

"Oh, MC, what a surprise!" Diavolo greeted you with a tight hug before ushering you into an empty chair. The table already had an extra plate and steaming cup of tea. "Come, come, Barbatos said that the cake is a new flavor. You should try it."

The cake was good, you assumed, as it always was. Something about passion fruit and newt tail worked well, but your tiny bites tasted dull as you waited for Diavolo to ask the reason for your visit. Luckily, you didn't have to wait long. He took a delicate sip from his own cup and settled into his chair with folded hands.

"I'm guessing you didn't come here to have cake," he said gently, taking note of your bouncing knees. You shook your head.

"I'm here for a favor, actually."

"I'm not a genie, but if it's within my power," he said, amber eyes crinkling as he laughed, "I'll do my best to grant it."

"Right," you breathed and scrunched the material of your pants into sweating fists. "My first question is, am I allowed to return to the human world during the break?"

"Of course, MC. You're an exchange student here, not a prisoner." He looked over his shoulder at Barbatos, who nodded. "Taking the portal by yourself might be difficult, but we could arrange something."

"Right, right. The next thing is, can Lucifer accompany me for that weekend? Without having to worry about any work?" You scooted to the edge of your chair. "I know he does a lot of necessary and important work, but I'd like for Lucifer to have a break—a genuine one—for the surprise I'm planning."

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"A surprise?" At the word, Lucifer's expression hardens.

"Yes!" you say, hands coming up to reassure him. "But Diavolo said he wouldn't assign you any work for the next week, so once you're done, you can get ready for the human world—"

"Who put you up to this? Mammon? Satan? Belphegor?" He bites on a gloved thumb, muttering, "Things have been suspiciously quiet lately. I should have suspected something, but I didn't think that they would use you."

Your smile falters, and your mood goes up in smoke. "Excuse me?"

"If they want to set me up, they should've been less obvious," he scoffs. "I'm not going with you, MC."

You expected a variety of reactions. Hesitation, for one. He hasn't had a true break from errands in a long time; at least, not for as long as you've known him. Relief, possibly, at putting distance between himself and his responsibilities. Maybe even excitement at the prospect of having a solo trip with you without interruption. But outright suspicion and refusal? This, you weren't prepared for.

"It's not..." you trail off, tightening your jaw as if the pressure could hold together your disappointed heart. "It's not a plot."

And the change in your tone must finally break through his musing because he looks up and sees your crumpled posture, your furrowed brows. With a murmur of your name, he comes around the desk and kneels in front of your seat, taking both your hands in his.

"I'm really planning a surprise for you," you insist. "In the human world. That's why I made sure to clear your schedule."

"I realize that now," he says, pressing his lips to your fingers. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not—I'm not conspiring or anything."

"I know, love. I apologize for the baseless accusation."

"If you don't want to come with me, that's a different matter, but you can just say no. I'd be less upset if you—"

"No, I was merely quick to assume the worst." He squeezes your hands for the briefest moment. "I'm sorry, dear. It's just that, in my experience, surprises rarely end well. I appreciate the reprieve from work."

A beat of silence passes before you take a deep breath and withdraw from his hold. He returns to his seat.

"So where are we heading?"

"Telling you would defeat the purpose of it being a surprise, Lucifer," you say with a roll of your eyes. "Just make sure to pack something...casual by your standards."

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow. "What's considered casual by your standards, then?"

"A raggedy t-shirt and sweatpants."

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Lucifer does not show up in a raggedy t-shirt and sweatpants, and neither do you, to his obvious relief. He shows up, as you pretty much expected, in a turtleneck sweater and pinstripe pants, whose matching blazer you confiscated. For reasons, you told him vaguely, also removing his various hanging jewelry. Telling him that it was a safety violation would've given it away.

Once you usher him into the waiting taxi, you ask the driver to keep the destination a secret, but it's hard to hide the truth for long as you make your way to the edge of the city where an impressive brick building sits, whirring with all the machines inside.

"Is that..." He nearly presses his face against the window. "Is that an industrial laundry facility?"

His head whips to you when you don't say anything. Your answering smile is enough, and you have to remind him to keep moving. The view from the outside is impressive, but the tour starts at the door, not in the parking lot. You plant your hands on his back and push him along.

"Come on," you say. "If we don't finish this tour in time, we'll be late for our appointment at the local distillery."

The sound that escapes him is indescribable, but from the way he takes your hand and pulls you forward, it's safe to say that he's happy about this trip.

[fizzyfizu]

Accursed in the Lake’s Depths

Chapter 4.2 : Discussions with Dumbledore

Harry J. Potter / reader

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      From the other side of the door, you could hear a muffled voice: “Come in,” the voice clearly belonged to none other than Albus Dumbledore.  Pushing open the heavy, wooden door, you were greeted by three large stone arches.  Above the arches were the portraits of previous Hogwarts headmasters, in the middle of the room was a circular table full of antiques and gadgets, and on the left and right of the room were shelves full of books and artefacts of what not; whatever they were, they looked important.  The arches led into another room, a room that featured a wooden desk right in the centre. It was full of clutter such as: ink pots, quills, parchment, letters, books, and other items that you couldn't put a name to no matter how hard you tried.

      But it was the person who sat in the chair behind the desk that mattered the most right now: Albus Dumbledore.  He was staring at you, his face calm and serene, and a soft smile graced his face.  “Good evening professor–sorry excuse me–headmaster.” You made sure to greet him first, hoping that it conveyed your respect to him.  “Good day to you too Ms. Fawley..ah it has been quite some time indeed, since we last met of course.  But that is not why you are here, I hope we both understand that?” “Yes of course.”  “Even though you invited me headmaster, I do hope that we can discuss what..what exactly happened.  And also what we’ll do next as ah–as a response.” “I do think that you will be glad to find that we have the same goal here, Ms. Fawley.”

      “Let us start then, yes?  Harry potter—I do hope you know him?” Dumbledore immediately got to the point, “Yeah, I know him.” you replied.  “Very well, Harry Potter has freed you from your temporary stay in the Black Lake.  Now, I must ask, do you wish to return?  Or do you wish to stay where you are right now?” He is asking a lot of questions..rightfully so honestly.  “I want to stay.  I remember our discussion regarding the reason behind my..imprisonment very vividly–don't get me wrong, headmaster.  But, as of now, my decision since then has changed and I wish to stay above the water’s surface.” Freedom has been feeling so good, there's no way you would throw that away right now, you would choose freedom over safety any day.  “Understood.  I do hope you know the risks that come with that decision Ms. Fawley..” 

      You nodded in response.  You knew very well the risks.  You’ve been keeping up with the recent news after all.  Through plenty of different wizards sent by Dumbledore to you, you knew all about what happened with Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort.  During your stay in the Black Lake, your consciousness had merged with the water, even though your physical body was inactive and unmoving, your consciousness was very much awake.  It felt as if your hearing had expanded its reach to wherever the Black Lake touched.  And thankfully Dippet and Dumbledore encouraged the students to hangout near the lake more..

      But regarding the risks: during a past meeting, before your imprisonment, you were warned of the possibility that Riddle may try to hunt you down as a way to rid off any possible assets that Dumbledore could use.

      “Alright.  For now, let us sort out your school-related matters.  You of course, as I take it, will now continue your education at Hogwarts where you left off, yes?” Oh dear..you were now rethinking your past sentiment of missing lessons as soon as he said that.  “That is right, yeah..” Hopefully the new teachers aren't that harsh.  “That can be arranged then.  You still remember your house then I hope?”

      You simply nod, how could you forget?  You found a lot of yourself in Hufflepuff qualities, you could never forget.  You embody the Hufflepuff qualities a little too much, which also caused this whole thing..if only you weren't such a sucker for fairness.

      “I’ll be sure to inform the elves to prepare a few new sets for you then.  I’ll hold a meeting with the faculty regarding your classes, rest assured they will have no problem fitting you into the rest of your fellow 4th year Hufflepuffs.  You will need to choose an elective though, unless you wish to stick to your original selection.”  Right, electives..what were your old ones again?  Arithmancy and…muggle studies was it?  “I’d like to think over my electives please.” You muttered a thank you when he handed over a list of the elective subjects, skimming through it, 2 subjects caught your eye.  Divination and Care of Magical Creatures.  Runes seemed like too much work, and you wanted to try something new.  Care of magical creatures seems fun, and divination..er–it was definitely somewhat interesting.  Whatever, all you could do is hope that the teachers make it bearable..Merlin please.

A/N: theres still some things to be elaborated on but ill get to it in the future..dont want to think abt that rn 😭😭 : also, I promise you I didnt want to pick the same subjects as Harry and Ron but from a student's standpoint divination and CoMC was seriously the best choices apart from muggle studies

[curio-queries]

FACE, LETTER, & CLOSER THAN THIS

Disclaimer: The following post is full of my own opinions and interpretations. I do not share this with the intent to convince anyone else that this meaning upholds for all. My interpretations are also limited to English and that is an important distinction to make when accessing art from another language and culture. There are absolutely intentions and meanings that won't translate. Art is beautifully subjective, and I hope you all find your own reasons to love Jimin's music.

This is quite a lengthy post. Thank you to anyone who reads. I'd love to hear your thoughts as well, so don't feel shy to share! 💜

So FACE has been out for nearly a year, why am I making this post now? Honestly, it's all because of Closer Than This and the few nuggets we can glean from the music video. The very first clip of the mv is of Jimin's team discussing the lyrics and then Jimin's recording session. Honestly, I was quite surprised CTT was written at the same time as all of the FACE songs.

So the question then rises: Why wasn't CTT included in FACE? The answer I've arrived at is because CTT is not part of the journey Jimin was describing with FACE. More on CTT below but first, we need to revisit FACE:

TIMELINE

(US dates - I have to do too much timezone manipulation in my job, I'm not spending the time here):

30 DEC 2018 : Promise Release on SoundCloud

21 FEB 2023 : FACE announcement

16 MAR 2023 : Set Me Free pt.2 Release

23 MAR 2023 : FACE Release

22 DEC 2023 : Closer Than This Release

And here's the FACE schedule:

MOTTO-THEME-GUIDE

These phrases are ALL OVER the FACE project! They're in the digital media that was released, on pretty much every side of the physical albums, on the back of the photocards and postcards... They're pretty much on everything official connected to FACE. They're not just fluff included to fill up space; these words have MEANING in this project. I've been using these phrases as guide posts to help me interpret some of the meanings behind FACE recently, and I would encourage anyone interested in Jimin's deeper message to do the same. I've highlighted my references below.

Circles of Resonance Reflection of vulnerable minds and unexposed wounds. An echo, tremor and small movement to reach you. Face of facing the deepest part of inner-self. Face, the reflection of myself in an unfamiliar appearance. Waves originated from the deepest invisible inner world, pass through the face on the surface and reach others to resonate while transmitting the inner voice. Waves spread beautifully, finding its own flow despite wounds and distortions from a smallest scratch. The face of unwavering effort despite repeated falls and pain.

When asked what the album was about, Jimin freely shares that it relates to the events during the pandemic...and then the conversation usually moves on without any deeper discussion. This interview is probably the most verbose Jimin was any time he described the meaning behind FACE. If you haven't watched it recently, I highly recommend it.

We know that Jimin rarely shares the problems he's having whilst he's going through them (with us at least). He always waits until after he's moved on so that he can tell us not to worry, that it's in the past. (This concept comes up again in this post so keep it in mind.)

The distinction that I think is important to make is that, yes, FACE is about the pandemic, but it's not a straightforward diary of events. It's about how those events affected him. How the waves caused by the pandemic RESONATE, ECHO, and TREMOR through him - effecting the UNEXPOSED WOUNDS. Jimin found something in himself through this experience and had no choice but to FACE it. There were no distractions anymore, no pushing it to the side to deal with later. And he was able to share that journey with us in such a tragically beautiful way.

THE TRACKS

I made the below gifs for each track but I think they look best as a set without the tags so you can get the full effect of the differing ripples. Check out this post to see what I mean. ☺️

FACE-OFF

I know everyone likes to meme about Face-Off and trying to find who hurt Jimin to make them pay...but I really don't associate Face-Off with an external person. You can betray yourself in much worse ways than anyone else can because you know exactly all of your own weaknesses. You know exactly what pretty lies to tell yourself. And honestly, the source of the event doesn't really matter in the context of FACE. I view Face-Off as the initial incident. The SMALLEST SCRATCH that pushes the waves to spread.

There's also a lovely bit of foreshadowing with the lyric "Like crazy, everyone shout out, yeah yeah". CIRCLES OF RESONANCE. Not singular, multiple; we are in for a bumpy ride.

INTERLUDE : DIVE

I admit, I only listen to this track when I'm doing a full album listen. I love instrumental tracks but this isn't instrumental to me, it's sound effects. And I just personally have a sensory issue that comes out to play here BUT it's important to include in our discussion so don't skip it when you're trying to delve into the meanings!

The message I glean here is just how pervasive the issue is becoming. Jimin can be going about his life, trying to disregard it but the UNEXPOSED WOUNDS are there lurking underneath it all.

The pretty music overlaying the track may sound like glitz and glam, but this is just the beginning of the WAVES SPREADING BEAUTIFULLY, FINDING ITS OWN FLOW DESPITE WOUNDS AND DISTORTIONS...

LIKE CRAZY

I've been promising a post on Like Crazy for ages and this may be the closest I get to it. Let me know if any of you are interested in a more in-depth discussion on how the movie and the song work together. My short summary for both is this: there are moments when you willfully take actions that you KNOW are against your best interest. Not in a fleeting eats-too-many-cookies way. In a I-know-putting-my-hand-on-the-stove-and-turning-it-on-will-burn-me way.

I hope none of you experience this to such a damning extent. I have. Despite being the kind of person who I thought would never venture down such a path. It's not something I wish upon anyone. This is the WAVES ORIGINATED FROM THE DEEPEST INVISIBLE INNER WORLD, PASS THROUGH THE FACE ON THE SURFACE...

ALONE

Have you ever repeated a word enough that it starts to sound bizzare? What if you got the point where you thought the weird sound was reality? And then you were confronted with the truth. This song is that point. Where you are left with the sober understanding of yourself. FACE, THE REFLECTION OF MYSELF IN AN UNFAMILIAR APPEARANCE.

SET ME FREE pt.2

The rise! Jimin was able to find a way to push himself beyond the betrayal of himself. It absolutely wasn't easy and there were setbacks, but this is a clear call to any who find themselves in similar circumstances: you CAN overcome. THE FACE OF UNWAVERING EFFORT DESPITE REPEATED FALLS AND PAIN.

Remember when I said earlier that Jimin only tells us about his struggle once it's over? I honestly believe that's why SMF was the pre-release track. He needed us to know that there was a happy ending before he would tell us about the pain he went through.

LIKE CRAZY (English Version)

As I mentioned my sensory issue above, I cannot talk about Like Crazy without mentioning the whispered English at the beginning/end. I HATE it sooooo much! It just twigs my brain in all the wrong ways. It's a huge part of why it took me a long time to appreciate LC. As much as I hate it though, it's absolutely necessary for the interpretation of LC. It firmly gives us a landmark into where and how the song relates to the movie. It also creates a bookend structure that gives the original and the English versions their own rightful places to exist.

LETTER

My very first post on this blog was a simple comparison of the lyrics in Like Crazy from the translation on the original music video to the english version. There is absolutely a difference here and I think it's a very important distinction that there are two versions of Like Crazy in the album. One is AN ECHO, TREMOR AND SMALL MOVEMENT TO REACH YOU. This phrase is for us, the audience. None of the other phrases use "you". Even though Jimin has set himself free, there are still CIRCLES RESONATING.

If you have seen any of my posts prior to this, you likely know how obsessed with Letter I am. I have the hardest time naming anything as a favorite (even favorite colour, there's just sooo many good uses of different colors) so I hope you understand how revolutionary it is for me to unequivocally state that Letter is my favorite song. Like ever. For all of my (cough*decades*cough) of music-listening, opinion-having life. Letter is THE ONE. Letter is it. I probably have stronger feelings about Letter than any relationship I've been in (but I'm aspec so take that with a grain of salt...)

I listen to Letter A LOT (sometimes on literal repeat - there's a video on YouTube that loops it for over an hour and I've definitely contributed several of those listens) and while working on this post, I would still get emotional hearing it at the end of FACE. This song is the absolute definition of the beauty that can only truly be understood after utter tragedy.

To me, Letter is about how this experience has effected Jimin to the point where there's a noticeable difference in the way he interacts with and appreciates those he loves, in all interpretations of the word love. WAVES...REACH OTHERS TO RESONATE WHILE TRANSMITTING THE INNER VOICE.

I am not using this post to debate the merits of exactly who Letter is for: a significant other, ARMY, or Jimin himself. Frankly, I don't think it matters to the meaning of the song. Use whatever flavour most appeals to you. That's the real genius and gift of Jimin's music imo. He creates it in such a way that we can fold it around our own personal stories and needs.

WHAT WAS THIS POST ABOUT AGAIN?

Right, so rewind to the release of Closer Than This. I'd had very little sleep as I traveled for the holidays and was absolutely feeling the timezone difference. But I stayed up to hear Jimin's new song. I listened to it first in Spotify and thought it sounded like a beautiful, happy, well-produced gift of a song - perfect for the end of the year and to comfort us with his departure for military service. Then I watched the mv to read the subtitles... Y'all, I absolutely was NOT expecting to see clips from the time covered in Jimin's Production Diary! I wouldn't have been surprised if it was the same team that Jimin worked with before but at a later time - he trusts them artisically after all. BUT these clips were the same angles and same conversations we saw from the development of FACE.

So I started my due diligence. Is it possible CTT was supposed to be part of FACE but they held it specifically to release when it did? I listened to FACE multiple times trying to insert CTT into the narrative. And it just doesn't fit this journey...at all. Like not in the slightest. I thought maybe immediately after Letter or even replacing Letter but no. I even tried inserting Promise as a bridge and it just doesn't work in the context of FACE.

CTT has a pretty literal storytelling narrative. It describes the journey WE have been on with Jimin. It lists his promises to US going forward. The music video being an album of memories, supports the nostalgic and loving viewpoint of the song. It has absolutely nothing to do with how Jimin was affected by the events of the pandemic or anything he found inside himself because of it.

Both songs have been described by Jimin as a 'fan song' and as I described in this post, there are many reasons that support both of them falling into this categorization. To me, Letter is more about Jimin having a deep intimate conversation with us because he trusts us. While CTT is literally about the relationship between ARMY and Jimin.

Anyway, I think that's all I've got to say about it for now. What are your thoughts? Should Closer Than This have been included in FACE? Was it just a marketing ploy to keep generating our interest after Jimin left?

(BTW I'm really happy with those FACE gifs and how the ripples look when they're together. They took some time to figure out. I just wish I had some better software to turn them into gifs so the colours display better, but alas, beggars can't be choosers. They look really great in the ppt that I made them in but I guess that's just for me to enjoy!)

[artmunstudios]

Your springs are reacting. You feel...embarassed.

I don't have the time to draw this out in a complete comic like I'd like to, so enjoy the drabble below in its stead! I was inspired from this scene from Hellboy. Also...a mild excuse just to write these two idiots at their peak dynamic. (to sum up: Pinocchio, a good influence on P? Questionable. A good brother from another reality? Perhaps. The Lampwick they are discussing is not the canon one, but @/wildartsstuff’s)

"Alright, let's see it," Pinocchio waved a hand out as he stepped into the room. "It is nothing," Pino had insisted yet again. His springs reacted to the lie, he thinks, but he was too distracted by the approaching puppet. “It is just a record.” “Nothing, huh?” Pinocchio pressed. “Yes. I enjoy listening to them?” “Yeah—and you always listen to them downstairs in the lobby, not in one of the furthest rooms away from where everyone else sleeps. You don’t even have Gemini on your belt.” “He is resting.” “Right.”

A long silence passed between them.

Wood was lighter than metal—that was just a simple fact. While Pino had become very light on his feet, the weight difference could not be ignored as he tried to keep the record album cover out of reach. Standing up only helped so much, despite the height difference. Instead, Pinocchio simply jumped on the bed, and without hesitation snatched the record album cover from Pino’s hand.

“…’Love Sonnets of Krat”…?” Pinocchio squinted as he read the title out loud. The two puppets exchanged looks. “Oh…buddy…” his brows raised as Pino shrunk back a little. “…don’t tell me this is about Lampwick.” At that, Pino finally slumped back to sit on the bed again. Pinocchio plopped down beside him. “He…makes me feel. He has been kind…and he teaches me things I never thought I would learn.” “You really need to get out more,” Pinocchio sighed as he lounged back. He grimaced. “Oh…fuck me, I’m starting to talk like Anthony.” He hung his head back with a groan. “Great…” Something about the look Pinocchio gave him made his springs and gears tighten. He assumed this was…irritation? “I really care about him.” They stared at each other. Pinocchio nodded, sympathetically. He pushed himself off the bed, and Pino watched the puppet rummage through the drawers and cupboards of the extravagant room. He made a satisfied sound at some point, pulling out a bottle of…if he recalled, the old woman by Venigni’s factory called it a ‘tipple’…?

He heard a popping sound, and Pinocchio walked back to sit beside him again.

“You’re in love,” Pinocchio concurred, and he held the bottle in his direction. “—have a drink.” Pino shook his head. “Can you drink?” “Yes—I can drink things, it’s the eating that I can’t really do.” “Do you wanna try?” His gaze shifted. “…I don’t think Father would approve,” “You have to go anywhere?” “Well…no, Venigni has to decode a—” “Just take a swig.”

He took the bottle, looking over the label before hesitantly raising the bottle to his lips. The flavor was strong, strong enough to make his joints jolt. He looked at the label again, quietly feeling a warmth fill his stomach. It felt somewhat similar to the warmth that would come when his springs would react to a lie, but…something told him this was different. “Good, yeah?” He stared at the bottle in wonder. “An old woman asked me to bring her some, once,” “She said that it was important for her to have.” Pinocchio snorted. “Oh yeah? “…Why not talk to your Geppetto about…what you’re feeling?” “…I…do not think Father would approve…” “Yeah? That a fact…” Pinocchio watched as he took another sip from the bottle before scooting back to lean against the pillows. Pino mimicked him, and the two sat side by side. “…Which song was it?” “The last one, I think.” Pinocchio flipped the album cover over in his hands, looking through the lists of songs. He looked up at Pino as though he were a sodding wet puppy lost in the storm that currently raged outside the hotel. “…’Aimer’…?” When he got a nod for an answer, Pinocchio heaved a long sigh. “Yeap, I’m gonna need a drink, too.” “It’s a nice song,” Pino insisted as he watched Pinocchio stand and walk over to the record player to place the needle at the beginning again. “I like it a lot.” “Ain’t that just the way,” Pinocchio sighed. “What way?” “It’s a metaphor, kid. Grimme that bottle.” Pino silently handed the bottle over to Pinocchio as he plopped back down on the bed. It surprised him, a little, that he could handle such a thing so palatable despite being a puppet. Wasn’t the feeling overwhelming?

The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the music that played while passing the bottle between each other.

By halfway through the second listen-through of the album, only a little less than a third was left. “Have you ever been in love…?” “Oh yeah,” Pinocchio scoffed loudly. “Lots’a times.” He took a long drink. “Fuckin’…fuckin’ sucks,” he said as he passed the bottle. “What did it feel like, for you?” “Like…like…you’re gonna throw up your insides,” Pinocchio gestured vaguely. “Your insides an’ butterflies an’ flowers…get all…warm ‘n fuzzy—just wanna curl in their arms all the time, feelin’ safe ‘n warm…” Pino was thoroughly confused, and he frowned. “But that doesn’t sound bad at all…” “You ever throw up before?” “No…I don’t think so,” Pinocchio was insulted. “Oh—oh he jus’ keeps on winnin, don’tcha?!” He said, snatching the bottle when it was held out to him. He glared into it. “Get to look all…human on the outside, like a…perfect pretty-boy,” he turned the bottle end upright when he drank. “—even the  people tryin’a kill you think yer…all hot, an’ now he’s sayin’ he never even…puked on the sidewalk,” he slumped back in a huff, and considered. “Well…just wait ‘till mornin’—you’ll change your tune then. Probably, if you actually can,” Pinocchio grumbled, absently tugging at the necklace under his shirt. “‘Ssat…?” Pino asked, gingerly taking back the bottle. “Whus what?” “Ssat—“ Pino poked at Pinocchio’s chest. “Keep my ‘gagement ring on a necklace,” Pinocchio said, pulling on the chain to hold up the plain gold ring attached to it. “Lose it if I didn’t—doin all…flips an’ stuff fightin…” “Who is she?” Pinocchio snorted. “His name is Razel. Think you’re the only gay…puppet twink?” He waved Pino over. “Gimme that, ‘m gettin ‘nother sip,” Pino pouted as he handed Pinocchio the bottle. “Don’t gimme that look,” “You…don’t like me, do you.” It came out more like a statement than a question. And for what it was worth, it did catch Pinocchio off guard. He stared at the automation for a long while. Eventually, he sighed. “No, I…didn’ ever say that—I don’t…not like you?” “You get angry at me all the time…and…everything about my…being, seems to upset you,” Pinocchio hung his head with an even longer sigh. “No, I…fuck, okay, look,” he pacifyingly handed the wine to Pino. “—allathat…it’s…that all ‘cause’of my own problems, got nothing to do with you,” he watched as Pino took a tentative sip before glancing away. “Ah…I dunno…jus’…jealous of you, guess...even if it’s all gone to hell here, you’ve still got it somehow made here!” He gestured widely. “You live in this fancy five-star hotel, you’ve…got friends, and actually manage to keep ‘em, your papa actually seems to like you…you didn’t even really have to learn to fight, allathat came natural!” He grimaced at the ceiling. “Then…there’s me—stuck in this…block’a wood, just about every friend I came across as a kid pretty much died…an’…papa…my papa’s…gone. Not that he liked me much, anyway…” Pino looked around the extravagant bedroom, his gaze settling on the window. He stared quietly at the raindrops that slid down the glass. “…You…can feel things,” Pino said, his voice quiet. “You always could have…you never needed to learn. You…can get angry, frown, and smile,” “You can do that too, though,” “Not smile. Smiling is…difficult. It looks…’uncanny’, that’s what I heard.” Pino looked down at his legion arm, flexing his fingers. “Appearances only go so far…when people hear my gears…they usually turn. I’m…not a who—I’m a what.” "'...s'all stuff you can learn, though..." "You can cry." "Can't you?" "I don't think so—I don't think I have tear ducts." They looked at each other, something in that silence making the two sober up a little. Pinocchio glanced away. “Right…guess…there’s always gotta be somethin’,” he mumbled. “I don’t like killing things, all the time…” “Preachin’ to the choir,” Pinocchio said. “What do I do after this is done…?” “Fuck if I know that answer—I barely knew what I was doing when I was actually a human.” They both grew silent again, somehow feeling drunker in those few minutes than when they had gotten halfway through the wine bottle.

“Bah, that’s it—sober moment over. Where…where is your lover-boat, anyways?” Pinocchio snuck in an extra sip before Pino had clumsily taken the bottle. “He…he’s…he…” Pino struggled to finish the thought. “Treasure.” He decided on. Pinocchio hummed. “Right, yeah…s’a…thing here, yeah…” Pino peeked into the bottle, fascinated by the way the red liquid rolled inside. He swayed side to side. He looked at Pinocchio as though he had suddenly sprouted butterfly wings from his ears. “…Huh?” “I said—” Pinocchio stopped, briefly forgetting just what he had said. “I said—what kind of market does this place even have?” “Oh, it’s…it’s…it’s…” Pino’s brows furled as he absently drank from the bottle. He had downed half of what was left without even realizing he had done it, for he was too focused on thinking. “Hey, hey—” Pinocchio swatted at his hands, managing to pry the bottle away when they became unsteady. “—you gotta…gotta take it easy, you can’t jus’ go an’—” “…s’like…jus’ one…” Pinocchio squinted at Pino as if he had suddenly sprouted the ears of a jackass. “Huh?” “Only…really…see one…” Pino motioned vaguely. “’ryone’s…i’side—inside…houses,” he made a box shaped gesture. “Windows’all…shut…’cept for…sometimes,” “Like tipple lady,” Pinocchio concluded. “Yes,” “Yeah,” “Mmhm.” “Got it.” Pinocchio took a sip, and then another. “Okay so…treasure…guy…” “Lam’wick,” “Yeah, that guy,” Pinocchio passed the bottle back, and heaved a deep sigh. “I wish Anthony were here…he’d know what to do—what to tell ya. He’s’a cricket, so ya know he’s real smart an'all, an’ gives good advice an’ stuff…” “Cricket…” Pino said, moodily staring down the bottle. “…Glow.” “Nope, not mine,” “No glow?” “No glow. He’s…” Pinocchio gestured high above his head. “..s’all tall an’…an’ he’s a doctor, he's…doctor, so all extra-smart…” They both grew quiet. “…I don’t…think he’d…like me,” “Wick,” “Mm-mm. Doesn’t like…puppets. Calls Father an me…devil,” Pino frowned. “’M notta devil, m' a…puppet,” “Preachin’ to the choir,” Pinocchio chorused. “Cross a bingo, take a shot—nobody ever likes us wherever we are,” Pino turned the empty bottle upside down. “Fox…an’ cat,” “Oh you got a pair too, huh,” “Cat…called me…dumbass,” “’bout right.” “Wick wouldn’…want a dumbass,” “Fuck that cat,” Pinocchio slurred aggressively. “You’re not—you’re…smarter n’…probably any version of us out there,” he shook Pino, drawing his attention away when the automation tried to use the wine bottle like a telescope. “’Sides, bein’…bein’ kinda a dumbass is our personal brand’a specialty. If Wick don’t want that then…then…he can…stick…” he squinted, trying to concentrate. “…’m too drunk to think of a insult, but…but that’s what you should think if that’s how he gets,” Pinocchio concluded as he flopped onto his back. He waved a finger in the air, mumbling something, but Pino was having a hard time concentrating on much else, at this point. He blew into the bottle, the loud sound coming from it startling him.

Polendina knocked before entering the room, Gemini in hand. “Excuse me, but your lantern keeps requesting to be with you, and it is important to not leave your items unattended…” he stopped short, watching the pair of raven-haired puppets snooze away while slumped over one another. “What the heck happened here?!” Gemini cried as Polendina stepped around to get a closer look. “Ah.” He picked up the empty bottle, having long since been abandoned at the bedside. “Ohh, I don’t think Geppetto would like this one bit,” Gemini said. “There is no need to say anything,” Polendina concluded. He set the empty bottle on the dresser, and placed Gemini at the bedside table. “After all, there are seldom moments of rest.” “True…I’ll keep an eye on them, regardless.” “I shall come by later to check in.” Polendina said, leaving for the door. He stopped, thinking for a moment before closing it.

Perhaps he should prepare some hot towels for when they wake.

[mamasplat]

Well.....you said calem's mom could be abusive. Hit us with your worst because I'm so invested in calem right now.

(This is referring to my past discussions on Calem’s parents and this post specifically)

I’ve been workshopping this idea for a while as in my read and characterizations of the kalos cast I had one important question, “why is rival Calem so shut off?”

He’s afraid and defensive with any signs of his own vulnerability, he has the pride and ego of a damp masquerain, and he’s shown to find an odd sense of solace in characters like AZ, Emma, and even Lysandre because of it.

And while it’s easy to blame it on a societal system and naturally bred misogyny from his environment that makes him such a mess emotionally, I wanted another possibility. His father who is an npc you can speak to when in snowbelle city, sings nothing but jolly high praises of the boy…so i started looking at the other veteran trainer, his mom.

(Continue on below the cut at your own discretion, I’m not talking about anything too intense or explicit, but I am talking about abusive tendencies in parental bonds.)

Calem’s mother isn’t evil, she doesn’t hate her son, but she’s the furthest thing from maternal and when his father starts traveling again there’s no one to balance out his moms more…negative behaviors.

She’s a strong battler, entitled and not accepting of anything lower. Even from her own son when he was learning to battle. From his childhood to his late teens she’s a fearsome force buzzing in his ear. Hands gripping at his chin in his moments of simple losses, nails biting into his skin, making him look her in the eye. Making him admit failure with the phrase “boys don’t cry” muttered through gritted teeth as he bites his tongue to not admit she’s hurting him. Don’t make a fool of yourself, don’t fail me, don’t ruin our happy family because you can’t counter your type disadvantage. It pushed him to get better yes, but at a cost.

He never learns that it’s okay to lose, he never learns how to lose. His first loss in years comes by the hands of Serena, it makes him feel unaccomplished and defenseless, ready to write off every excuse for his earned loss he’s caught off guard when she smiles at him and truthfully says he fought well. Words he’s never heard when on the losing end of a battle.

His mom is an entitled woman, her kindness rarely seen nor earned even by her own bloodline. Without her husband, Calem’s father, by her side to help Calem grow and mature; she guides with a hand that’s far too heavy and leaves marks and bruises in its wake. Forming a depressive insecure shut in of a son who’s only true reason for going on his journey was to meet his neighbor and perfecting his tactics.

But he’s just a boy. A human boy. A human boy who should never be punished for losing or learning. And he learns that having feelings or expressing weakness is a bad thing that will only get him chastised and punished with no good reason.

As he finds some semblance of peace and self worth on his journey in the patient hands of his friends, he finds him and his mother may never see eye to eye. As she will never admit fault for his fragile mental past nor his dependency on winning for his life to have meaning. He was a sore loser heading down a path of shame before a graceful twist of fate sent a neighbor his way perfect to patch the void his upbringing left. Even if he often finds himself relapsed into old tendencies.

His father knows his mom’s hard on him, he tries to make up for it by spoiling his son at the drop of a hat. his mom wears the pants in her relationship and it’s likely she may never change.

If you hug Calem and tell him everything is okay there’s a solid chance he will break- he always strikes me as touch staved since he refused to let anyone truly get to know him until starting his journey.

[final-fantasy-imagines]

For the Valentines event can I request this prompt with Rufus Shinra as a drabble 💕

♡ “i don’t know what kind of wine you’re meant to have with takeout, so i got both.”

I think this suits him because he doesn't seem like the type to get takeout, but he'd try to have the wine down for it.

Also, lovely to talk to you again! It's been a while 🥹💕 hope you're doing well since I last messaged.

You're right, this prompt is absolutely perfect for Rufus, so thank you for requesting it. <3 I hope you enjoy the fic! And yes, I'm doing great, thank you. It still feels awesome to be back on this blog.

Prompt: “I don’t know what kind of wine you’re meant to have with takeout, so I got both."

Pairing: Rufus Shinra x gn!reader

All I Need – Rufus Shinra x gn!reader

Spending Valentine’s Day at your fiancé’s office definitely isn’t something you’ve had on your bucket list, you think to yourself as you cross the imposive entrance area of the even more impressive Shinra building that towers over Midgar like an ominous guard. But, and you have to admit that too, it’s one hundred times better than spending Valentine’s Day alone. (You did that once, and after that you told Rufus that you would break off your engagement if he ever made you spend Valentine’s Day on your own again.)

You greet the two receptionists as you pass them by and step into the elevator that takes you up to the 70thfloor after you have scanned the ID card Rufus has given to you a while ago. It grants you direct access to his office premises, an honor not given to many, and a major proof that he trusts you unconditionally – because, after all, it’s no secret that there are quite a few people who would like to see him dead. You don’t even want to think about what could happen if you were to lose that card, so after every use, you make sure that it’s securely stored in the pocket of your jacket.

A soft ping indicates that the elevator has reached its destination, snapping you out of your thoughts, and when the doors open to reveal the impressive Executive Office that grants a spectacular view over Midgar, you have successfully pushed your concerns aside. This is a day to celebrate, not to worry. Nothing is going to happen to Rufus, not today and not on any other day. 

He’s on the phone when you step into his office, putting a finger to his lips as soon as he spots you. “Yes, I understand. But I actually do have another appointment now, so I’m afraid we have to postpone this discussion until tomorrow,” he says and rolls his eyes at something the person on the other side of the line is replying, and you grin, “yes, I am well aware that you think of this as an important matter, hence why we will continue to talk about this as soon as possible. And that will be tomorrow.”

Rufus doesn’t wait for another reply before he hangs up, pinching the bridge of his nose. When he looks up you can’t help but notice the exhausted expression in his eyes – but only a second later, it is replaced by genuine delight when he smiles at you. “You saved me from a very tiring conversation with Hojo,” he says as he pushes his chair back and makes his way over to you to greet you with a kiss. His lips are warm and soft, and you let out a helpless sigh when he pulls back way too soon for your liking. 

“What did he want?”

“Oh, he’s just taking himself and his research way more seriously than he should,” Rufus explains and wraps an arm around your shoulder to guide you to the large conference table that’s set up in front of the curved floor length windows to the left of his desk. “But you’re not here to talk about Hojo, are you?”

You laugh. “Absolutely not. You know I can’t stand him.”

Rufus hums in response. “Sit down,” he says. “I’ll get the wine and glasses.”

“I didn’t know you had wine glasses in your office. Do you often meet up with others to drink wine at your office?”

“I brought them from home, silly. Now, what else do we need? Plates, silverware?”

You eye the white plastic bag you have put on the table. “I think the restaurant staff packed disposable cutlery and chopsticks. And if you don’t mind eating straight out of the container we don’t need plates either.”

With a frown, Rufus turns around to face you. “Don’t be ridiculous, darling. This is supposed to be our Valentine’s Day date, no? It’s bad enough that I don’t have the time to take you out, so at least allow me to make this whole situation at least somewhat fancy.”

You can’t help but smile at his words. It’s true that his workload rarely allows you to go out together but you have to admit that it’s cute how he tries to make up for it. “Okay. Let me help.”

“No way.”

So, you sit back and watch your fiancé as he sets up the table and takes the boxed food from the bag, examining the different dishes. “You really brought half a chocolate cake?” he asks, clearly amused about the dessert of your choice. “(Y/N), honey, do you plan on feeding the entire company?”

You giggle. “Of course not. But they were only selling it per halves, not slices. And we can eat the rest for breakfast tomorrow.”

“If you want me to die of sugar rush, yes, we can do that,” he jokes and looks around the table, “oh. I forgot the wine.”

He rushes back to the bar cart, the very same one his father has used to store the fancy liqueurs before he died whereas Rufus has converted it into some sort of universal shelf space. Then, he returns to the table, a bottle of wine in each hand, one red, one white but both very expensive, judging from the label. “I don’t know what kind of wine you’re meant to have with takeout,” he explains as he sets the bottles down, and it almost sounds like an apology, “so I got both.”

“You know that I know next to nothing about wine.”

There’s a moment of silence, then. 

“I’m sorry,” Rufus sighs eventually. “That’s probably not how you envisioned your Valentine’s Day.”

“Nonsense,” you reply with a soft smile, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “You’re all I need and there’s truly nowhere I’d rather be right now.”

Rufus brings your hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “I love you,” he says quietly, the tone of his voice so earnest that it sends a shiver down your spine. “And I promise I will take you out on a proper date as soon as possible.”

“That honestly sounds amazing.”

“Then we have a deal.”

“Yes. And I believe on Valentine’s Day, you’re supposed to seal it with a kiss.”

Rufus laughs. “Your wish is my command, darling.”

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[shivunin]

20 for elowen, 19 for maria, 23 for arianwen! (and if this is too many just pick whichever ones you want)

Thank you for the prompts!! Not too many at all, I greatly appreciate them :) I will tag you when I post the others! 20. Clumsy attempts at flirting (Elowen/Cullen) (786 words)

A Storm's Aftermath

Elowen stood before the door to Cullen’s office, her hands curled into loose fists. 

Last night in the training ring—it played on a loop in her head. The sudden storm, the way he’d shielded her from the rain with his cloak, the…the kiss they’d almost exchanged. How did one move forward after that? Three days ago she’d been all but certain he had no feelings for her at all, save those of coworkers and friends. 

Now, she couldn’t stop thinking about the way the scar over his lip stretched when he smiled at her. 

No, no; she was going to be normal when she walked into this office. Surely there was something they could discuss. Something—something important and businesslike. Inquisitorial, even.

Lavellan shook her hands out and pushed the door open, wincing as it made its usual painful squeal. Surely they could assign someone to oil those; it must be miserable to sleep and work through that sound constantly. 

Cullen was bent over something on his desk, and he didn’t look up as she walked in. Lavellan debated walking away, but thought better of it. They would have to see each other later for sword practice regardless; it would be best to get this conversation out of the way first. 

“Hi!” she said, far too cheerfully. 

Cullen straightened abruptly, staring hard at the quill in his hand for a moment before tossing it down on the desk.

“Inquisitor!” he said, resting a hand on the hilt of his sword, “You’re—hello. Are—I—” 

He cleared his throat and frowned for a moment before trying again. Elowen waited, crossing her arms and then propping them on her hips. Could he tell she was trying not to look at his lips? Last night they’d almost—was he also thinking about—

“I…wasn’t expecting you until later,” the Commander said, shifting from foot to foot, “Is there something….anything wrong?”

Lavellan moved closer, stopping on the other side of the desk and setting her fingertips against the top. 

“No,” she said, losing the battle to not look at his lips, “I—how are you?”

“I am…well,” he said, “Are you…well?” 

“Yes,” Elowen said. 

They stood in silence for a moment. 

“You seem—that is—” 

Creators, what could she say? Why was this suddenly so difficult? 

Grasping for anything, Elowen soldiered on:

“You look good in red,” she said, and watched the color in question climb his cheeks. 

“I—thank you,” he cleared his throat and ran a hand along the back of his neck, “...thank you. I…wear it often.” 

“I’d noticed.” 

They stared at each other for another moment. Cullen lifted a stack of paper without looking at it and set it down on the still-inked quill. Elowen decided not to tell him he might have just ruined the bottom sheet. He seemed—jumpy. 

“You’re—”

“Do you—”

They both stopped, Cullen chuckling uncomfortably and Elowen releasing a panicked wheeze that might, to someone panicking, have sounded like a laugh. 

Sylaise’enaste, she had to get out of here before she did something dire. Like drag him across the desk to find out if his mouth tasted as good as it looked. Do not say that out loud, she willed herself. 

“I will see you later,” she said. 

“Thank you,” Cullen said with relief. His eyes widened and he shook his head. 

“No! I mean—not thank you. Yes, I’ll—I will see you there.”

“Yes, see you later,” she said, belatedly remembering that she’d already said that. 

Cullen opened his mouth and closed it again. 

Why did his mouth have to look so kissable? 

Why hadn’t she kissed him last night, when there’d been no one else around and they’d been covered in his mantle? It had been—it had been romantic, even, so close to each other like that.

“Right,” she said, sharply enough that his head jerked back, “Later.”

“...yes,” he said, but Elowen was already jogging for the door before she could think about why he sounded so faint. 

The door shut behind her with a squeal and a bang. Elowen leaned back against it, arms spread slightly, and peered up at the puffy white clouds in the sky. 

“I am doomed,” she told them, with all the gravitas of one who’d been condemned to death. 

In the office behind her, Cullen hunched over the desk, his forehead inches from the wooden surface. 

“I wear it often,” he groaned in an undertone, “Maker preserve me; this is beyond bearing.” 

It might be said, to his credit, that at least his reports were not permanently damaged by his inattention—though more than one had been stained with ink in a manner that might have resembled a stylized heart. 

Not that he was looking for something like that. 

That would be silly.

[sweetkakashihatake47]

Hello! I love thinking that Kakashi really loves Sakura, even now in Boruto. Your posts make me so happy! But I often think about the fact that Kakashi maybe sees Rin in Sakura, and so maybe canonically he has been loving Rin and not Sakura. That’s why he pushes for Sasuke and Sakura being together. On the other hand, even if Sakura really cares of Kakashi, she can not be over her teenage crush for Sasuke. That’s why Kakashi and Sakura didn’t happen. And Kishi needed Sakura for Sasuke redemption. Do you think this is correct? Thank you.

Hi Anon,

thanks so much for your question....for me personally SasuSaku feels as if pushed ...I feel its a fanservice. Nothing more. I call it the irony pairing. I dont consider them husband and wife ..since they did not have a official wedding. Like Naruto and Hinata had! Sakura has gotten what she feared the most ..and why she ..in my opinion ..did choose Sasuke! Yes ..I get it ..she likes him still because he is cool and such. But ..I feel ..that the main purpose why Sakura has chosen Sasuke is ..what Kakashi has said to Sasuke at the end of the great fourth Ninja war. Yes ...exactly ..she does not want to win his heart over ...but she wants to save him. She has chosen him out of fear of loosing him again ..and out of fear ..that he could choose the dark path again. That is what I am convinced of. Kakashi knows Sakura so well ..it baffles me ..to be honest! And that is also why I believe that she is so important to him! Dont know what Kishi had in mind. But for me there is no doubt. If a man ..can read a woman so well ...understands her ...this is ..a sign ..that he loves her ..cares for her. Sakura spent 10 to 12 years ..mostly alone ...and Sasuke has helped the Hokage and the village ...from outside. Sasuke prefered loneliness over his family and his relationship with Sakura. And still ...he rather spends time with Naruto ...to discuss matters of political interest ...than greeting Sakura. In my opinion ..Sakura has not much grown over the years. Mainly ....her massive bursts of tantrums. I tolerated her behaviour ..when she was younger ..but now ...I find it rather a sign of childish immature behaviour on her part. In my opinion ..Kakashi at her side ..she would have overcome ...this traits. I feel the same as you do ...Kakashi saw Sakura often as Rin...but I dont think over all. I believe he knew ..how different they both were. I also think ..yes indeed ..Sakura was chosen for Sasuke ...for redemption...its exactly what Kakashi has stated to Sasuke ...and has rooted for them both. But I also believe ..Kishi did a fanservice here! And ..the irony is ..I dont believe ..that this pairing is all that happy I am stunned ...that in Boruto ..there are still those subtle hints ..of Kakashi being ...worried about a Sakura ..and jealous and angry at Sasuke. At how Sasuke lacks ...social skills ..doesnt know how to treat daughter and wife and abandones them. I dont think ..that Kakashi would have wished that to happen for Sakura. I come to think of the expression Kakashi makes ...when Sasuke says good bye to Sakura and her ..willing to go with Sasuke again! Kakashi clearly points out to Sasuke ..that by law ...he now would see the prison walls. That is a fact and also Canon ..plus his facial expression he makes ...when seeing her all over Sasuke again. I am more than convinced ..that it did hurt him ...deep down ..but Kakashi is sooo good in supressing his feelings his wishes and his longings. I hope you are satisfied with my answer....🥰

[system-of-a-feather]

I was gonna put this in the tags but like

Honestly I was talking about this with my fiance and honestly I have never actually been so optimistic about anything related to american politics like... ever excluding the period when I was a right wing MURICAN

And honestly, while it absolutely wasnt JUST Hasan like Hasan served a similar role in the later end of me flipping from Hard right wing MURICAN who didnt feel they fit in with the left wing culture.

You really do have to be able to give the more moderate people who were raised a specific way and have their hobbies and interests tied to right wing perspectives and values a safe place to see that they can still Be Themselves and Have Their Hobbies without necessarily having to be a rightwing nutbag

And honestly even if the hobbies are inherently on the sketchier end for one reason or the next, some of those hobbies and interests are things they can look at once they don't feel they are forced to reshape their personality to be on the left side.

Cause honestly ive seen leftist start to consider turning to a right wing again because of how aggressive the left can be in making sure everyone conforms to the perfect image of a perfectly moral perfectly inclusive perfectly aware individual and how deeply they punish those that might just be struggling to keep up or feel accepted

Theres a large "if you don't get all of the leftist views 100% and agree with it 100% and don't perform leftism correctly, then you are a bigot basically like the rest of the right wing" and a "you have to have the same opinions as everyone else otherwise you should leave" that can be found in leftist circles that really can push a lot of people away.

When I was a teen and a right wing, I know one of the many factors that put me there other than how I was raised and what not, was that it didn't seem like the left wing CARED about my opinion and didn't seem like there was any real conversation to be had about things I either didn't agree with or understand at the time. The left seemed as though they demanded everyone to conform to the collectively agreed perfect image without question while the right was open to debating things with "facts and logic". The left was "emotionally driven and non-communicative" and "highly judgemental" and made "everything political and incorrect" and that there was "no pleasing them." And while I understand how that is really ironic in the moment, no one really provided me an avenue to explore the topics without immediately branding me as Evil and Wrong. The only people that would consider actually having a discussion with me were other right wingers

Its why its important, in the pursuit of reform and improvement, to actually leave space for people who disagree to actually have a place to feel heard and respected while they look at topics they probably never got much of an opportunity to explore OUTSIDE of right wing spaces.

Yes, white tears, yes fuck homophobes, yes fuck zionists, yes fuck terfs and transphobes, yada yada, its fair and understandable, but drawing an us vs them with people that are NOT insane Trumpies but still on the right wing / republican side as a default does NOT help the cause as much as it just radicalizes others.

And honestly iirc I heard from my fiance that Walz is actually also being combative and calling dumb right wing shit out or something of the sorts like Harris has at Trump and I'm really glad to actually see that the Democrats are ACTUALLY realizing that modern politics - at least with Trump - has no space for dancing around the bush and trying to be the "more mature and sophisticated diplomats" cause GOD have they been having this shit pushed in with letting right wing nutbags just say Whatever The Fuck They Want

Like, assuming we don't somehow MAJORLY throw the election, I'm actually looking forward to what the first black-asian woman president and Everyones Favorite White Uncle will do which... for those that might know our extreme distaste for America is a REALLY new experience for us honestly.

So, I really love the selection of Tim Walz for VP and it’s taken me a moment to articulate why. I mean, obviously, Dem bonafides, he’s sharp, he’s funny, etc etc. But everyone in the Veepstakes fits that bill, Harris was spoiled for good choices.

But Walz offers something that the other men in contention don’t that I think will be incredibly useful in combating Trumpism.

He offers an example and an off ramp to the section of men who felt like they were Republicans by default, and so support Trump by default. There are a lot of Trump voters who are full on obsessive, but that’s not who we’re talking to. We’re talking to folks who grew up in Republican areas, or felt their hobbies didn’t line up with who a Democrat was, or didn’t feel represented by their image of a Democrat. You want to see it so you can be it, you know? Which is why Harris is so inspirational to a lot of segments of folks, but Walz is too.

He served in the military. He went to a state college. He’s your favorite teacher from your public high school. He’s your football coach who actually cared if you were passing your math class. He’s the guy you looked up to at school when your family sucked but this guy cared, and he helped you get out and make something of yourself.

He’s the neighbor who helps you jump your car. He’s your uncle who takes you hunting. He’s your Dad who loves teasing you at the Stare Fair. He’s you when he makes a mistake like his DUI and takes responsibility for it, and when he has the chance makes sure other can come back from similar mistakes. He’s you when you and your wife want so badly to be parents and IVF gives you the family you wanted. He’s you when he says ‘it had to be me’ and used his standing and power to protect vulnerable kids sponsoring the GSA at his school.

He gives the real life example to these men that they can be that football, fishing, hunting family man who wants to provide for his family, be that powerful, respected member of the community and use that power to feed kids in school. That it’s normal to enthusiastically work for a boss like Harris. That yeah those other guys are fucking weirdos, and you’re not a weirdo, are you?

That there’s a place in the Democratic Party for them. That they don’t have to default to being fucking weird.

I hope those guys see this example of masculinity and go… yeah, that’s me. That’s who I’m gonna be.

[goblin-enjoyer]

why must twitter be my main source for meme harvesting. so much doom scrolling, i get why but also i kind of wish I could get some relief from it all before the big day. Like either way its gonna be worse tomorrow I just want some nice funny memes,jokes and posts in general. It doesn't help that I have no clue on how to vote in the slightest, like it seems like its handwriting stuff, but also fill in the dots?? From what i can gather from vaguely worded garbo commercials that constantly air it seems like its formatted as "question [NUMBER] yes or no" without much actual detail on the specifics of the question. I wouldn't know because literally everything i see seems to contradict each other! How in the world is a git with little to no political knowledge supposed to figure this out?? Everytime I see anything on the voting process it always seems almost intended to not make any sense on purpose! Its always discussed online about policies and how to get your vote to the right place (which its important! very much so, i am not downplaying the import of that) not on the actual format of the voting pamphlet-thing! I don't even know what form it takes! Is it a MCAS style giga packet? Is it a single sheet of paper with bubbles to fill in? is it threw a machine? is it something you have to get printed and mail out or is it something i could just find online and put my ID into? I JUST GOT MY ID LITERALLY ONLY A FEW MONTHS AGO. I swear it feels like I wasn't supposed to progress as a person this far and the universe just gave up with my character progression after the final school arc. like it was support to be another few month hiatus before the next school arc started back up but it got delayed so far that nobody knows if its still coming or just cancelled so its in a limbo of minor basic arcs about a background side character the writers never planned on having a story for. so they never put any motivations for them and just had them be a school setting only character. no extended roster of interactions with other more well written characters that build up both characters arcs. no bothering with writing in skills that all the other characters earn, why bother this character isn't meant to go past this series, no use in having to write explanations for knowing how to drive or having a job. ugh this post is deteriorating, why must the only way to explain how i feel about my life sometimes be through media tropes and crap. while i'm happier with my life now and enjoy living as i do, there's nothing really for me. I can't drive as i suck with directions and am afraid i can't handle all the buttons and rules all while dealing with other drivers while going around in a death fast metal box fuelled by explosions, i'm not built for having any conventional job as im too autistic (to put it simply) to or weak/low energy to be doing stuff like that. I have no motivation to do anything, I cant even ask my dad for a SITUATIONAL raise on my maybe 20 dollars a week allowance. it feels like my life wasn't supposed to get this far. i feel like a useless pile of biomass rotting around stale while everyone who knows me slowly loses hope in me amounting to anything. my parents know it,my friends know it, my younger brother is the only one foolish enough to still seem to me like they have hope in my future. he has been pushing me to vote on his behalf as he cant vote yet and that's been putting on so much pressure on me to get everything right that I just slink away and compress and wrap around myself in what feels like a dark corner of being. everything feels bad because I want to vote somewhat, my closest compatriots are LGBTQ+ i am a autistic person! I should be voting against the tigers eat your face party! but i just can't, it feels like the weight of deep sea pressure on me making me unable to move. it feels awful, i can't even do this one basic thing that everyone else can, why do i even still exist? Maybe young me was right, maybe i was meant to die before adulthood.

[powerbankcharger]

Power Bank Vs Portable Power Charger

An electric car is a very important asset.

It reduces the number of automobiles you have to buy in order to travel anywhere you need to.

Your next question is, can you charge an electric car with a power bank?

The answer to this is yes.

What is a power bank?

A power bank is a battery operated device that takes in electric power and stores it in a compact manner.

It is quite small, even when compared to a smartphone.

A power bank is normally used for two things.

First, it is used to power up a smartphone or other electronics.

Second, it is also used to store energy such as for charging a battery, a cell phone, laptop or car battery.

Now, let us discuss the main features of power banks.

Size: One important feature is the size of the power bank.

In a mobile phone, one can get an idea of its size and hence can be able to buy the exact same in case of power banks.

A power bank’s size helps in determining its portability and ease of carry.

Capacity: The capacity of the power bank plays a major role in determining the amount of energy it can store.

The higher the capacity, the more the energy that the power bank can hold.

There are power banks which have very high capacities.

One such example is the Power Bank 1000.

It can store 100,000 mAh and this is a very high capacity.

If you compare it to the typical capacity of power banks, it is about 1000-2000 mAh.

Battery: There is a very common misconception that power banks have batteries.

It is not true.

Power banks use a bank of cells to store energy.

The cells hold charge, store the power and this is stored in the battery.

They are actually much smaller than a battery.

Power banks are smaller and can easily be carried inside a backpack or in a pocket.

USB Connection: While it is a battery type device, it is not a USB device.

It has a USB port on it.

In order to charge the device, you have to connect it to a USB charging port.

When it is charging, you can then attach the other device which is being charged to it.

How does a power bank work?

When a power bank charges, it can recharge either a battery or an external device.

How to recharge an electric car

It is very easy to recharge an electric car using a power bank.

You can do this by following the instructions below [you can see more at https://www.gocharge.tech].

Step 1: Make sure that your electric car is charging.

The charging process is same for all electric cars.

Just make sure that your electric car is charging.

If it is not, charge it first.

Do not plug a power bank in your electric car while the car is charging. 

Step 2: Insert the power bank in the electric car’s charging port.

Connect the power bank in the charging port on the side of the electric car.

The charger will have a yellow, red and green light.

If it does not light up green, then the electric car has already started to charge.

If it lights up green, then it means it is charging.

Step 3: Insert a power bank in the charger.

A power bank should be placed inside the charging port on the charger.

Make sure that it is inside the charging port.

Step 4: You can remove the power bank.

At this point, you can remove the power bank from the charger.

If you did not place it properly, you can try to push it inside the charger.

Step 5: It will take 2 to 3 hours to charge an electric car.

The time it takes to charge your electric car depends on several factors such as the charging point, its voltage, current, battery charge and environmental temperature.

It also depends on your electric car.

Why does an electric car require power banks?

The first thing we will discuss is why do electric cars need power banks?

There are three reasons why they need power banks.

These reasons are:

# An electric car needs a power bank in order to power up

# An electric car needs a power bank in order to charge its battery

# An electric car needs a power bank in order to charge a cell phone

# An electric car is powered up with a power bank

If you are planning to buy a new electric car, you will need a power bank.

The car uses a power bank in order to start it.

If you don’t have a power bank, you will need to buy one.

There are electric cars which are powered up by a power bank.

The model for this is the Ford Focus Electric. 

[cardentist]

I mean, that's probably because

1: "is the show meaningful" and "is the show good" are subjective and highly dependent on multiple things. I'm an adult now, I have had access to truly wonderful pieces of media that have changed me in significant ways that I didn't have access to when I was a kid.

but steven universe held that position When I Was That Kid. steven universe is, ultimately, not For my age bracket anymore. and I don't think "it's for kids so it doesn't have to be good" holds water, but I DO think "it's for kids and we should think about how that influences what it was allowed to do and what it was even trying to do in the first place."

was is milquetoast, or was it made for an audience where telling a story of being able to change authoritative parental figures in your life that otherwise have absolute control over you comforting to Specifically children.

I can out as trans to my parents when I was 14, my dad didn't look at me and tell me that he wanted to start doing the right thing until I was in my 20s. I lived with my parents in between those two points and experienced everything in between.

Yes there are some stories where being able to defeat the people who are hurting you unequivocally is the power fantasy, being able to Change the authority figures that you can't get rid of because they care about you is another power fantasy. and one that's, again, Extremely Relevant To Queer Children.

do I think steven universe accomplished doing this in the theoretical best way possible? do I think this is the best and only message that should be shown to people in these positions? do I think that steven universe Has to be good because I personally derived meaning from it?

no, not really. but the fact that there IS important meaning to derive from steven universe at All is really important to emphasize considering how it's been treated and its reputation as inherently garbage/unforgivable media.

"is steven universe good" is an entirely subjective question. it's very strange To Me to insist that I Should be critiquing it for not being good (rather than all of the lies that people tell about it constantly all the time and have for years), when I so clearly just don't agree. I liked it ! and I still continue to like it now even if it doesn't hold the same place for me as it did when I was kid.

that's like, Fine. just like it's Fine if someone just genuinely doesn't like the show on its own merits. there isn't a piece of art that everybody feels the same about.

but ! I do think it's worth acknowledging it's merits As A Show. the needs it was able to fill and the quality of storytelling it was able to push for an audience that didn't have access to those things before. and not to mention what it was able to pave the way for down the line.

steven universe is not a show for everybody, but it deserves recognition as a show that had that capacity to Be meaningful. which is why I call it a good show. there's lots of media that I don't like that I would still call Good because I can recognize that it does what it intends to well, I just don't like what it intends to do. and that's a perfectly fine relationship to have with something.

2: the objective fact is that the show came out in 2013, and future (it's epilogue) ended in early 2020 (with the base show ending the year before.

most people who don't already care about the show, have some connection to it on a deeper level, really aren't going to care if it was Boring or not. it's a cartoon network cartoon from the 2010s.

there's no moral incentive to discussing a show being not as good as you remembered it being when you were a kid. and if you Didn't follow steven universe when it was running and it doesn't already appeal to you then there's really no reason to go back to it Now.

some do, but it will never be to the same extent as an on-going culturally relevant show. the people who continue it's legacy now, on either side, are people who are largely deeply affected by it.

3: steven universe's reputation was so thoroughly tarnished by overt slander stemming from, upon examination, clearly bigoted and deeply problematic sources, that people still blanket believe.

it's not that Some videos exist out there, it's that there are videos with millions upon millions of views that permanently changed the way that people talk about the series Forever. changed the way the public perceived it Forever.

and they're Specific known examples. it's not a case of bigots generally being unhappy with it all at once, by and large a small handful of videos permanently painted a target on this show's back. and did so in a way that influenced how Other Shows would be taken down in similar ways in the future.

this is the blueprint, and it's still Relevant because of how it's being parroted to this day, and Not just in the case of steven universe itself.

recognizing that this very specifically stemmed from bigotry, recognizing that the arguments that were made were Wrong, and both recognizing Why they were wrong and What Trick They Were Trying To Pull to specifically work as hit pieces to culturally relevant media's reputation Is Actually Extremely Relevant to modern discourse.

to that end, I'd recommend this series of videos on the topic:

"steven universe was a good show ruined by a bad fanbase"

no, all fanbases are bad. steven universe was a good show ruined by bigots making video essays about how terrible it was because it had gay and trans people in it that people took at face value because it was the 2010s and they were 13

[caitimetravels]

she’s insignificant

chapter 2: welcome home

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of drugs and alcohol, poor parenting

masterlist

“number eight! this is serious! if you do not train properly you will not be allowed to join your siblings on missions.”

“number eight! that’s not how you behave!”

“no, number eight! how many times must you do this before you get it right?”

“no! not like that, number eight! you must be quicker, smarter, stronger! you’ll be a liability”

“no! again, number eight!” 

“number eight!”

“number eight!”

she wished it was stop. the yelling. the shouting. the insults. the pain. the training. all of it. her head hurt. she could feel the anger swirling around, growing. control. she needed control. relax.

she took a deep breath. again. again. she pushed herself over and over until she collapsed. she worked herself to the bone only to always be left with disapproving stares. the scowl. the glare. and then she was alone, forced to pick up the broken pieces and put herself together. she didn’t have her other siblings. their family dynamic wasn’t much of a family dynamic but just once she wished one of them could be there. even just to see what she was going through. it hurt that she was alone. she hated alone.

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“um..” luther slowly stood, unsure. “i guess we should get this started” he looked around at his siblings sitting in parlour. they all sat separately with klaus making drinks at the bar in the back.

“are we having a family meeting?” y/n stepped into the room, confused. she paused as realisation crossed over their faces. “..you forgot me���

“sorry, y/n, we didn’t mean-” allison started, trying to defend them. y/n shook her head.

“no, no, don’t apologise. it’s okay.. let’s just get this over with” she waved off any concern, taking a seat beside vanya. in her lap sat a familiar book. 

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“you’ll be okay” ben spoke softly, gently bandaging y/n’s arm. he gave her a small smile. the pair sat in the back of the library, secluded and separate. the others were too wrapped up in themselves to care. 

vanya stepped over a moment later. she frowned at the tears on y/n’s cheeks. taking a seat beside her she offered them the cookies she had stolen from the kitchen. they weren’t meant to have any until dessert but ben and vanya found this much more important. y/n sniffled, taking the cookie in her good arm. 

“thanks v” she gave a watery smile, eating a big bite of the cookie to stop the sobs about to escape her mouth. ben and vanya shared a frown over her head. 

“should we read something?” ben offered, pulling a random book off the shelf behind him. y/n merely nodded, she needed this to calm down her raging emotions. these two were the only two who understood. if her emotions went haywire so would her powers. 

“hm, little women? i didn’t think dad would have this” ben smiled at the cover. 

“pogo got it for me” y/n murmured softly, listening to her brother’s soothing voice as he read. she smiled, they were always able to calm her down.

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“so, i figured we could have some sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown, say a few words” luther started again, “just at dad’s favourite spot”

“dad had a favourite spot?” allison asked, confused. 

“yeah, you know. under the oak tree” luther nodded, eyebrows furrowing. “we used to sit out there all the time.. did none of you ever do that?”

“will there be refreshments? tea, scones” klaus interrupted, walking to join them with a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of alcohol in his other hand. “cucumber sandwiches are always a winner” he waltzed over beside y/n who smiled at his laid-back attitude.

“what? no” luther shook his head, “and put that out, you know dad didn’t allow smoking in here” 

“is that my skirt?” allison questioned, looking down at klaus’ attire.

“what?” he mumbled distracted. he put his glass down before turning around. “oh, yeah, this. i found it in your room. it’s a little dated but its very breathy on the.. bits” he gestured.

“listen up” luther put on his leader voice, commanding as usual. “there’s still some things we need to discuss, alright?”

“like what?” diego snapped, obviously sick of this.

“like the way he died” 

“and here we go” diego rolled his eyes and luther glared at him.

“i don’t understand.. i thought they said it was a heart attack?” vanya spoke up, confused. klaus plopped down onto the couch now, wrapping his arm around y/n.

“what? he had a heart attack?” y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, she hadn’t been told that. they all looked at her, surprised.

“you didn’t know?” allison asked softly,

“no? you did?” 

“that’s only according to the coroner” luther chipped in, still pushing his theory.

“well, wouldn’t they know?” vanya raised an eyebrow.

“theoretically”

“theoretically?” allison asked.

“look, i’m just saying at the very least something happened. the last time that i talked to dad he sounded strange” 

“oh, tell us please” klaus gurgled through his drink, not at all serious. y/n would have laughed if she didn’t see the real reason luther was bringing this up. he thought one of them did it.

“strange how?” allison continued to push, incredulous. 

“he sounded on edge, told me i should be careful who to trust” luther frantically tried to convince them.

“luther” diego sighed, standing “he was a paranoid, bitter old man. he was starting to lose what was left of his marbles”

“no” he quickly shook his head, turning to him. “he must have known something was going to happen. look” he looked over at klaus. “i know you don’t like to do it but i need you to talk to dad”

klaus rolled around, disagreeing, “i can’t just call dad in the afterlife and be like dad can you stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call” he waved his cigarette around, sitting up and letting go of y/n.

“since when? that’s your thing”

“i’m not in the right frame of mind!”

“you’re high?” allison looked up,

“yeah, yeah!” klaus laughed, nodding his head, “i mean how are not listening to this nonsense?”

“well, sober up, this is important” klaus merely sighed, “then there’s the issue of the missing monocle” 

diego scoffed, “who’s give a shit about a stupid monocle?”

“exactly, it’s worthless” luther was only digging himself a bigger hole, “so, whoever took it i think it was personal. someone close to him, someone with a grudge”

“yes, cause that’s all we need” y/n rolled her eyes, exasperated “more grudges”

“where are you going with this?” klaus narrowed his eyes, confused.

“well, isn’t it obvious, klaus?” diego sneered up at luther, “he thinks one of us killed dad”

luther opened his mouth to deny it but nothing came out. it was true.

“and i bet your top suspect is little y/n” diego pointed a finger right at the said girl. she froze.

“what?”

“you do!” klaus sat back, shocked. 

“how could you think that?” vanya stared in disbelief.

y/n stood abruptly and everyone watched as her eyes turned black. the same way they used to when she had trouble controlling her emotions. they watched as she quickly shook her head, storming out.

“great job luther” diego mocked, “way to lead” then he begun to walk away. 

“that’s not what i’m saying” he tried to defend himself but nobody listened.

“you’re crazy man, you’re crazy.. crazy” klaus stood too, picking up his drink. vanya went to walk away, following diego.

“i’m not finished” luther attempted to stop them. 

“okay well sorry, i’m just gonna go help y/n murder mom, i’ll be right back” he commented sarcastically, walking away. 

“that’s not what i’m saying-” it was no use.

y/n curled up beside ben’s statue, book pressed against her chest. she took deep breaths, trying to regain control. her breath came out shaky as she rocked slowly. eventually she relaxed, leaning into the side of the statue. her cheek pressed against the cold concrete. with a final sigh she looked up at him. 

“hey..” she spoke softly, “i brought our book” she gave a weak chuckle, showing the statue the book she had been cradling. 

“i finished again.. should i start again?” 

diego stood in the doorway, watching her talk. he frowned, she was so sweet. it wasn’t her fault she was born with such a horrible curse. he understood why she got along so well with ben, they both hated their powers. it made training unbearable for them. she begun to read aloud, still leaning into the statue as she sat on the gravel covered floor. with a sigh he walked away, she would be okay, she just needed time. 

time didn’t heal y/n, no matter how much she wished it would. she didn’t have anybody, everybody left her. she had to get over everything all by herself. her words started to come out stuttered, her voice cracked. slowly she begun to sob, tears wetting the pages of her book. she wiped them from her face, standing up. she had to be calm.

she spared one last glance at the statue before walking away.

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“number eight, you must always keep your emotions in check” reginald scolded, glancing up from his notebook. he scribbled something else, ignoring her watery eyes.

“b-but i can’t” she sobbed out, she was young. her siblings were allowed to show emotion why couldn’t she?

“then you are weak!” reginald snapped his book shut, raising his eyes to glare at her. the words shouldn’t have hurt as much as they did. she was never enough, she was always going to be weak. she needed to do better, to be better. to be strong. 

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“emotions, number eight” the girl supressed her smile at the name her mother had just given her. he wouldn’t even use it. her face fell blank.

“emotions, number eight” the girl took a deep breath, no anger. nothing. you cannot feel. she closed her eyes for a moment, controlling her urge to destroy something. she opened them to see a confused diego. this wasn’t how she was meant to react, he had stolen the ring her mother had given her. she just walked away. 

“emotions, number eight” she caught ben’s eye across the table. he nodded softly. she breathed calmly, no dessert. she was weak, she didn’t deserve dessert. five frowned from beside her, looking between her and their father. something was wrong.

“emotions, number eight” reginald turned on her. she stood, hands gripping the table until her knuckles turned pale. how could he let five go? as she raised her head she heard gasps from her siblings. pogo and reginald shared a look as she glared at the latter, taking a moment to calm herself. it wasn’t working. she was struggling to keep her emotions at bay, she couldn’t supress them. “y/n..” vanya whispered as she ran from the table. she couldn’t do it. he was gone and she hadn’t stopped him.

“emotions, number eight” she couldn’t do it. not this time. she shook her head. her eyes filled with tears. she couldn’t. “number eight! emotions!” she shook her head again, all she could feel was pain. it was her fault. she let him die. her siblings must hate her. her father hates her. ben would hate her. she let him die. she watched him die. 

“number eight! your emotions!” reginald’s voice got louder and she heard herself scream. everything was crumbling. he was gone, it was her fault. “number one, do it” 

it was all.. her fault..

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on her way to the staircase she paused. her eyes lingered on the painting. five’s painting. she felt herself move without wanting to. she stepped into the room, looking up at her brother sadly.

“i’m sorry” she frowned, “i’m so sorry, five. i shouldn’t have let you go. i should have gone after you. i’m sorry, you must be so alone and i lied. i’m sorry for lying.. i should have done better, i should have listened to dad.. i couldn’t bring you back and it’s all my fault. it’s always my fault.. i’m sorry five, i’m so sorry..” 

“sweetie?” she looked over to see grace. “who are you apologising to? did something happen to you?” the blonde robot walked over, glancing over her to see if she had hurt herself.

“oh, no, it’s okay mom” she smiled fakely, trying to reassure her mother. “i was just thinking out loud. nothing to worry about”

“oh, alright, sweetie” she smiled again, “how about something to eat?”

“i’m okay, thanks. i think i’m just going to rest” grace nodded, allowing her to leave.

she wouldn’t be okay, not until she could stop blaming herself. she took one last look at five' picture before she closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears. when she opened them she appeared in her bedroom. she quickly shut the door, locking it. at least in here she couldn’t do anymore damage.

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“number eight” reginald’s voice was disappointed but y/n couldn’t find it in herself to care. so what if she was a failure, she had always been one anyways. “you are no longer allowed to go on missions with your siblings”

she didn’t raise her head. he wasn’t done. this is what she deserved. “you will instead be working on locating number five”

she froze, staring up at him in shock.

“what?”

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a flash of blue light outside her window broke her out of her thoughts. she stood from her bed, glancing down at the courtyard. it couldn’t be..

[titanicsimp]

Mine, his, ours

Pairing: Zeke Yeager x Female!reader/Porco Galliard x reader/Reiner Braun x reader

Genres: Smut

Warnings: Sexual content including; gangbang, vaginal and anal sex, oral, cockwarming, creampies, fingering, double and triple penetration.

Summary: Zeke asks you to join him during a meeting with Porco and Reiner, but you never imagined he did so to tease you in front of them.

A/N: Shoutout to @pandorasbox126 for letting me spitball this idea to her 😌 like two weeks ago already but still

The Warriors meetings were usually a private affair, reserved only for its members, but you had just been invited.

It had surprised you when Zeke told you he would like you to come along with him to the meeting later that day. You had been going out with him for over half a year, and you had never been to one. You of course had accepted, excited to get closer to the others.

The building was almost completely cleared up when you arrived. You didn’t think anything odd of it, it was quite late after all. The Warriors had a busy schedule so late night meetings had happened once or twice before if you recalled correctly.

Zeke gives you a smile as you approach, greeting you excitedly. “There you are. Come on, the others are already waiting.” He tells you and throws an arm over your shoulder.

You glance around the empty hallways curiously as he leads you to the meeting room. It’s all pretty plain and clean, you aren’t sure what else you expected.

When you and Zeke stand outside of the door, you stop him from opening it.

“Anything I should know before we enter?” You ask him nervously, glancing up at him.

His hand on your shoulder squeezes you reassuringly. “Remember to relax.”

You nod and enter the meeting room with Zeke. Reiner and Porco are indeed already waiting, sitting on the couch that’s on the left of the big oak table in the middle.

You give them a bright smile and wave. “Hello guys.”

They both greet you back. You notice that even though they are acting nonchalantly like usual, their eyes seem to drift over you eagerly. No way, you think to yourself, you are mistaking.

Zeke pulls out a chair for you on the right side of the table and you happily sit down. He takes a seat next to you, giving you a tiny smile before he turns his attention to the rest of the Warriors.

You suddenly realize that you are missing someone. “Uhm, is Pieck not coming?”

Porco leans his arm over the backrest of the couch. “Nope. She’s not feeling well or something.”

You nod your head. Even they get sick now and then you suppose.

Silence falls over the room before Zeke clears his throat. “So, what’s on the agenda today?”

“Whether we should let Braun be eaten already.” Porco says, a grin on his face.

Reiner shakes his head, crossing his arms. “Shut up, Galliard.”

He looks at you. “We are discussing defense.”

You give Reiner a appreciative smile. Fuck though, you don’t know shit about that.

As the three of them start going over defense tactics and possible adjustments, you start feeling lost. You fiddle with your hands in your lap, grateful that Porco and Reiner can’t see your nerves.

Zeke puts a hand over yours, and you glance at him. He’s continuing their talk, but his fingers stroke over yours. He must have noticed that you were nervous.

You relax under your boyfriend’s touch, and you lean back a bit in your chair. When your fingers stop fiddling he moves his hand away from yours and instead lays it on your thigh.

You swallow as Zeke softly squeezes and strokes over your thigh through your skirt.

Reiner and Porco start arguing about something, and Zeke grabs the opportunity to lean over and whisper in your ear. “I wonder what you’re wearing underneath this.”

His hand slides up your thigh and strokes over your panties. You clench your legs together and give him a shocked look. The others are right there!

Zeke’s smirk speaks volumes. He’s more than aware that they are present.

Your face heats up as his fingers continue to stroke up and down your mount, teasing you to open your legs for him.

Reluctantly, but too curious not to, you spread your legs slightly. Zeke pushes up your skirt till he can reach your panties. Two of his fingers slide over your clothed sex, and you jump slightly in surprise of how far he is actually going.

“Are you okay?”

Your attention is drawn back to Reiner and Porco, who seized their arguing and are looking directly at you.

“Yes! Sorry, I’m just a bit tired I suppose.” You lie.

As their eyes glide over you in an assessing manner, your heart beats rapidly in your chest. It feels so dirty to have them look at you right now, especially as Zeke takes it a step further and sticks his hand into your panties.

You grind your teeth together, doing your best to tuck away any expressions or noises that will give you away.

“So, what’s your conclusion?” Zeke asks, forcing the others back to the subject as his fingers seek out the wetness he just created.

You sigh in relief as both Reiner and Porco lay down a conclusion, which still conflicts with each other. They’ll be busy a bit more, which you’ll need.

Zeke glances at you from the corner of his eye, a smirk on his face as his fingers find your entrance, and after stroking over it a few times, he enters you. Your hands grip onto the edges of your seat as his fingers stretch you out.

You feel embarrassed but at the same time thrilled about doing this so publicly. His fingers move in and out of you slowly and he draws his fingertips exactly against the spots he knows you like.

Reiner gives up and settles, bringing his and Porco’s argument to an end. Your walls clench around Zeke’s fingers when both look at you again. You avoid making eye contact. Gods, it’s so embarrassing to admit, but you’re scared you may cum if you do.

You had found Reiner and Porco attractive since the first time you had met the Warriors, so their gazes definitely have you heated.

Zeke’s fingers speed up and you grab onto his arm in response. He’s going too fast, doing too much, you won’t be able to keep quiet if he goes on.

You squeeze his arm tightly, but he pays it no attention. He chats on like nothings going on, the only thing betraying him the bulge in his pants that only you can see.

A soft moan slips from your lips when he starts curling his fingers inside of you, right against the spot that always has you cumming. You quickly cough to cover it up, but as you catch a glimpse of Reiner’s and Porco’s faces, you realize you might be busted.

You glance desperately at Zeke and tug at his sleeve. You are so close to cumming, he really needs to stop.

“Uhh Z-zeke? Sorry to interrupt but I forgot something at home, it’s pretty important.” You say and do your best to keep your voice steady.

It didn’t sound convincing at all, and Zeke shrugs it off. “I’m sure it’s fine, the meeting’s almost over.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, his fingers still moving inside you without remorse. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Focus, you tell yourself. You have to focus on not cumming.

When you glance around the room, your gaze accidentally meets Reiner’s. There’s a clear flush around his nose and cheeks, and the dark look of lust in his eyes confirms that he knows what you are doing. Seeing him like that pushes you over the edge, and you gasp as you cum around Zeke’s fingers.

You grab and claw at Zeke’s sleeve, still trying to cover your actions but tiny moans pathetically spill from your lips.

When realizing that you were still looking at Reiner while you came, you quickly avert your eyes to the floor. Your body feels like it’s on fire, a potent mix of embarrassment and lust setting it ablaze.

Even as you hear them say your name, you don’t dare look up. How can you face Reiner and Porco after this?!

Zeke’s hand leaves your panties and he grabs your face with the other. He takes in your flustered expression with a smile.

You can’t believe your eyes when he leisurely licks off his fingers, groaning at the taste of you.

You glance at the others in absolute shock, finding them both with lust-stricken smiles themselves.

“You did good, baby.” Zeke tells you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

“I-I don’t understand.” You tell Zeke and then turn to the other two. “I’m really sorry, I don’t- I never- I-“. You have no clue how you can correct this.

Porco chuckles at your embarrassed rambling. “You really should’ve told her beforehand, Yeager.”

You look at Zeke again, who gives him a casual shrug. “It’s more fun this way.”

Zeke cups your face again. “They knew they were getting a little show, that’s why they came.”

Your eyes widen in shock as you process what he just said. Reiner and Porco came so they could watch... you? Your fantasies are coming true in a way you never thought they would.

“And quite a show it was.” Porco says and Zeke let’s go of your face so you can look at him. Porco’s palming his erection through his pants eagerly, his eyes never leaving your form.

You can barely believe this is happening.

Zeke strokes over your arm lovingly. “Why don’t you get undressed?”

His gaze shows he’s sure of what he’s asking, prompting you to go along with it. Though the situation has you rattling with nerves, you want to do this, and who knows if you would ever get a chance like this again.

You stand up and stand next to the table, your front in full display to Reiner and Porco while your backside is visible for Zeke.

You slowly undress, taking off your shoes, your sweater and skirt. Embarrassment creeps up your skin as you feel exposed before them, but Reiner and Porco embolden you with their entranced gazes.

Porco takes his cock into his hand when you take off your underwear, stroking it faster the more skin you reveal.

When you are completely naked, you glance at Zeke. He waves his hand, urging you to move towards Porco with a casual smile.

You go over to Porco, who grabs you and pulls you onto his lap, showing you a toothy smile. A mewl leaves your mouth as he places your back against his chest and spreads your legs, sliding his cock through your wetness.

Across the table, Zeke lights a cigarette, watching the scene unfold as he leans back.

“You know, I couldn’t believe it when he offered to share, but I’m glad he did.” Porco pants into your ear, his cock poking at your entrance. “I’ve wanted to know what you feel like for way too long.”

His arms hook themselves under your knees, assuring that you are on full display for Zeke to see as he slides his length into your cunt. You moan loudly when he bottoms out inside of you, your walls eagerly sucking him in.

Porco bites your neck softly when he starts fucking up into you, sucking and nibbling at the skin till you are sure he has left a mark. Zeke watches you with a small grin and you feel a shiver run over your body at the dirtiness of it all.

After Porco has been thrusting into you for a bit, Reiner speaks up. “Bend her towards me.”

Porco groans but does it nonetheless, letting go of your legs so he can position you on all fours, facing Reiner instead. You moan when Porco reenters you, his hands finding your waist and grabbing it harshly as Reiner strokes your cheek.

Reiner’s face is still flushed with lust, and as he presses his cock against your lips you happily open up for him. You moan around his cock, taking it as deep as you can without choking as Porco continues fucking you, causing your body to rock forward.

Reiner groans your name, his hands finding your hair and pulling it lightly as you suck his cock. The head soon starts hitting the back of your throat as Porco’s hard thrusts cause you to fall forward onto Reiner over and over again.

Your scream is silenced on Reiner’s cock when you cum again. It feels foreign but amazing to cum around Porco, but he pulls out almost immediately when you do. You realize why when you feel his hot seed spurt onto your ass and back.

Zeke laughs and Reiner pulls you off of his cock with a pop. He slides his cock over your lips and cheeks messily before backing off.

“Almost forgot the number one rule there, Galliard.” Zeke says and tsks at him disappointingly.

Porco groans and runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t expect her to cum, shit.”

You can hear how ragged his breathing is and you can’t help but feel proud that you took him by surprise.

“What’s the number one rule?” You ask when you find your voice.

Reiner lifts you up and drags you onto his lap, once again making you face Zeke. Your eyes roll back when Reiner slides his thick cock into you, but unlike Porco he doesn’t move.

Zeke eyes sparkle with lust and amusement as he speaks. “They can’t cum inside your cunt. I’m a generous man but that I won’t share in.”

You smile through your strained panting. You’re glad that Zeke is possessive of you in that way.

Reiner shifts slightly, causing his cock to drag against your walls. You bite your lip and he groans behind you, his hands finding your breasts.

Porco and Zeke start shedding their clothing as Reiner keeps you on his cock, playing with your breasts. You cry out his name when he tugs at your nipples and you feel his cock twitch inside of you in response.

Reiner pants your name heavily into your ear. “I heard you and Zeke, night in night out, and it made me wonder how one little girl could draw so much noise from him.”

He rolls your nipples between his fingers, making you cry out excitedly.

“Now I know how.”

You try to move on his cock, eager for more, but Reiner keeps you still.

Zeke leans against the table in front of you, stroking his cock with a grin on his face while he watches you. You already look like a wreck, and the main event hasn’t even started.

He calls out your name, causing you to look slightly more focused. “Don’t you think it’s unfair to keep one of us waiting the whole time?”

Pushing away from the table, he walks over to you. You moan loudly as he presses down on your shoulder, pressing you down harder onto Reiner’s length.

“I’m confident my little slut can please us better, can’t she?”

You nod your head desperately. Fuck, you are so sensitive after cumming twice already and you would do anything to get off again.

“Good girl.” Zeke says, lifting his hand from your shoulder and giving your forehead a quick peck.

He motions at Porco and Reiner to get up. You whine in protest when Reiner lifts you and slides his cock out of you, making you stand up with him.

Zeke lays down onto the couch, giving you a smirk before he pulls you onto him by your hand. You straddle him eagerly, grateful for the lush couch this room has.

Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth opens in an O when Zeke slides his cock into your slick cunt, your arousal coating part of your ass and thighs already from all the activity, making his entrance easy.

His hands find your ass, and your eyes open in shock when he spreads your cheeks. Are they going to?..

“Ssshhh.” He reassures you. “Breath in and relax, just like we’ve done before.”

Reiner settles behind you, having coated his cock in a generous amount of lube to make it go as smoothly as possible. You suck in a breath when you feel him position his cock at your tight hole and you grab onto Zeke’s shoulder in preparation.

Curses fall from Reiner’s mouth as he pushes into your ass, slowly spreading you out on his length. Your nails dig into Zeke’s shoulders till Reiner has completely bottomed out and you take a deep breath.

You feel so full, both of theirs cock stuffed inside you and sandwiched between their bodies. You let out a shaky moan, both of them biting back groans as well.

Reiner kisses the back of your neck comfortingly as he holds still inside of you. Zeke on the other hand, drags his cock almost completely out of you before slamming back in with an impatient look on his face.

You scream out in pleasure and squeeze hard around both of their cocks.

“Fuck, that’s what I like to see.” Zeke says as you shake slightly on top of him.

He’s such a bastard, but he knows exactly what you like.

Encouraged by Zeke, Reiner thrusts into your ass experimentally. When you moan out and his cock slides in and out with ease, he starts thrusting harder, matching his pace with Zeke’s.

Your mind is growing more and more fogged, so much pleasure coursing through you all at once. When Porco grabs you by your hair and forces your head to the side, you look up at him with watery eyes.

Porco chuckles and slides his cock against your lips, smearing your combined juices from before over them. You mewl and open your mouth for him obediently.

Knowing that you can’t focus on moving it yourself while getting fucked in both holes, he holds your head still and starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. “Fuck you look so hot.”

Zeke and Reiner continue to thrust into you, their paces starting to differ as each starts rutting away in pleasure. Your desire for all three of them is so high that you don’t protest in the slightest even as Porco starts fucking your throat roughly, his pelvis bumping against your nose with every thrust.

Reiner sputters out incoherent words as his hips slam harder against your ass, his cock twitching wildly inside of you. He’s close, and to ensure his friend feels you squeeze around him one more time, Zeke brings one hand down to your clit.

You want to move away from Zeke’s fingers, all of it becoming too much, but you have nowhere to back off to. When you thrash you only pierce yourself further onto one of their cocks.

“Fuck! Ah- God- Wait!” You try to say, but Porco’s cock muffles you. If you cum now you feel that you won’t stop till they pull out.

Nobody hears your pleas, and soon Zeke’s fingers reach their goal. You scream out around Porco’s cock as your holes clench wildly around the ones inside of you.

With a last stutter and a cry of your name, Reiner cums in your ass. You tremble from your own orgasm as he continues fucking his load into you.

“Shit, you’re still cumming huh?” Zeke says teasingly as he thrusts up into your cunt.

You wouldn’t be able to say anything even if Porco’s cock wasn’t down your throat. You moan and cry out with abandon and he groans at the vibrations it creates on his cock. His hand in your hair tightens as he reaches his own end.

Just as Zeke halts his thrusting and cums, Porco does as well. You swallow down the robes of cum Porco shoots down your throat while Zeke stuffs your cunt with his.

When Porco pulls out, cum drips from your mouth, making an even worse mess.

Zeke and Reiner continue lazily fucking their seed into you, but your body is too exhausted to keep up anymore. Your cunt throbs from cumming so much and you don’t even care about the cum that’s on your face.

Reiner catches you just in time when you fall forward, your arms giving out.

“I think she’s done for today.” He says with a chuckle.

For today? You want to question whether this is a regular thing now, but your throat is too sore from screaming and sucking.

Reiner holds you against him as he lifts you off of his and Zeke’s cocks. Cum flows out freely from your holes, leaving a mess behind on the couch.

Zeke scoots over and Reiner lays you down on the couch, half on top of Zeke. You cuddle into his form, so warm and comforting. Your eyelids feel heavy as you pant out your excitement.

Zeke strokes your hair off of your forehead. “At least tell them thank you.” He tells you smugly.

You glance at Porco and Reiner, both looking at you with desire in their eyes. You would feel flushed if you weren’t heated as hell already. “T-thank you.”

Porco grins. “No thank you, but next time I’m getting-” Reiner puts up his hand to silence him.

“Don’t say anything about a next time.”

Reiner smiles. “Zeke likes for it to be a surprise after all.”

[slutforbuck]

The Letter Part 2

p1

A bright, lively home came into view as you and Mirabel topped the hill overlooking Encanto. The shutters waved and the doors opened, welcoming the two of you in. Not wanting to keep Abuela waiting, Casita rolled its tiles, stopping only once the dining room was reached. Mirabel scurried to her chair, and you stared at the floor as you took your seat. Your body tensed as you gripped your bag strap, knowing that Abuela would scold you for being late. “Y/n.” The brown eyes of the distinguished matriarch should be shooting daggers now, but as they met yours they softened. “Dulce niña, we were beginning to worry. Is everything okay?” We don’t talk about Bruno. The thought played over and over in your mind. We don’t talk about Bruno. “Um..Yes Abuela. I suppose I just lost track of time. Lo siento mucho.” Pulling your eyes back up from your lap, they connected with Julieta across the table. She sent you a knowing, sympathetic look, knowing exactly what was wrong. “Well dear, you are here now. ¡Comienza a cavar!” The tension in the air slowly eased as the familia began to discuss Antonio’s upcoming gift ceremony. Guesses about his gift, how to decorate, and which fireworks to buy were discussed as the meal came to a close. The bottom of your skirts became heavy and swayed. Looking down, you had to muffle a scream. A small rat was making its way up your skirt, and into the bag nestled in your lap. The bag shifted as the rat dug through, seemingly looking for something. “Buenas noches, mi familia.” Abuela’s strong voice jerked you from your frozen state as she bid the family goodnight. Holding the letter you wrote in its mouth, the rat scampered back down your leg. Julieta floated by you, “Y/n? Are you—“ Before she could finish her thought, you had jumped from your chair, determined to get your letter back. “Julieta, I’ll be right back to help clean! I promise!” The words hung in the air as you darted around the corner.

The rat looked like it may take off in flight. It almost looked silly with the wide paper sticking out of either side of its mouth. Freezing, it looked down the ends of the hallways before slipping behind the painting on the wall. In the wall?? Why would Casita allow rats in the walls?? The frame of the painting was cold, and there was a draft coming from around the edges. The curiosity you felt propelled you forward, although your brain was telling you to just let the damn letter go. It wasn’t THAT important. The rats probably just needed something for their nest. Still, against your better judgement, you followed the small rodent into the walls. Pitch black. Gently, you felt your way with your feet and hands, searching for any dips or holes in the floor. This is pointless. I can’t see anything. Why did I come in here to begin with? It’s just some stupid letter.

“Thank you.” Just a whisper. Where did it come from? Outside the walls? The rustling of paper came from in front of you, and you silently moved forward. Light pooled around a makeshift door and the voice spoke again. “If only I could go back amigos..I never would have left her.” Slowly pushing the door open, a figure of a man came into view. His back was turned to you, but you could see he had your letter, Bruno’s letter, open in his hands. “She still loves me.” The door squeaked, and the man turned towards you, his eyes wide with shock and fear. “BRUNO?!”