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Ok but imagine Knox's dad adoring Phoebe upon first meeting and Knox bonding with him over how much they both love her I -
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throam take: im glad that the author never finished rewriting it into an original series cause can you imagine if it got popular on booktok or something
i both agree and disagree: yes, it would have been bonkers, but also, imagine the drama
#i wonder what the finished product would be like fr#i remember anna saying she condensed the trilogy down to just one hefty book and the snippets she posted were very different from throam#partly because she had an extra ten years of writing experience but still#for all we know she coulda written it tho. and released it under yet another pen name#depending on how thoroughly she reworked it we would never be able to tell#ask#throam#the heart rate of a mouse
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My dad: you'll be nothing without me! I'll leave all you kids behind and never speak to you again! I don't need anyone, I'm smarter than you all! No one can compare to me!
Me: i mean ig because your two adult children from two separate mothers respectively and their families also don't vibe with you and only regularly started speaking to you recently right? Because you're too much of a coward and self-centered man to keep in touch with them right?
Him:........ *Walks off and locks his door*
#summary of what happened wtvr#coulda kept my mouth shut if it was just the two of us but he had to get all the kids involved too#like nigga if you're gonna threaten my younger siblings I'm gonna call you out on all your shortcomings and insecurities#musty bitch#like congrats now that you've shown your true feelings toward us on multiple occasions#I'm sure the kids will feel inclined to keep communicating with you#see how being a conservative leaves you constantly angry and alone? if that's what you want#i am glad that I've been able to let him go as a loved one. like obvs i still love him but I'm positive i can cut him off when I'm able#he'll be without me. I'll be without him. everything comes up roses#i won't dictate whether or not the kids stay. that's up to them. but I'll leave in time.#the crazy thing is like he wants me to leave so badly but they purposely find ways to keep me in the house with them#don't go to school in person- that's 3 hours away! we won't see you most of the year!#don't work in person- you need to help at home constantly! the streets are dangerous!#don't go out and do wtvr activities for too long- everything u need is here!#but then when i fall short of my peers in all social aspects it's my fault. acting like a caged bird and recluse is my fault.#shits crazy fr but at least all my children don't secretly resent me.#at least I'm making a conscious effort to be a more empathetic person and also sharpen my skills in wtvr aspects i prefer#like he's even laughing in his room now scrolling facebook- he can do that without us here too. no difference#he just can't leave the family because of the social scorn it'll bring him- and ain't that a damn shame? well.#he screamed for all the neighbors to hear (hope child services comes so he can shut his fucking mouth in front of the kids)#yeah but that whole speech exhausted me? I'm kinda tired now so ig I'll just eat ORV then sleep#I'm a little upset bc i thought the jjk leaks would be out now but that's in a few hrs. well.#vent post
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jojo’s bizarre fantasy au BECAUSE I LOVE PART 5 AUGHHHHHHHHH
i rewatched the entirety of part five in the span it took to make this. Details about the lore and characters below the cut ^_^
Ok. I will be separating this based on character… in an attempt to be more organized. Included will also be my friend’s description that she gave for each character upon seeing the drawing.
Giorno Giovanna — Race, half vampire. Stand name, Gaia. Unfortunately lost his silly victory rolls, which have been replaced with donut shaped curls. Has a dream of usurping the Crimson King and ending his oppressive reign.
Friend’s Description: “‘pink is still manly for this era guys trust’”
Trish Una — Race, human(?). Stand name, Spice. I like to think she tries to maintain an air of elegance and superiority, but she’s just a kid who doesn’t particularly want to be in the situation she’s in. The princess of an underground kingdom? No way. She just wants to be Trish.
Friend’s Description: “Noblelady”
Guido Mista — Race, human. Stand name, Coitus Cluster (good god the creative juices are NOT flowing). Best archer, like, ever. Probably enjoys animal furs but is too broke to get any. Stinky loser.
Friend’s Description: “Robin hood.”
Pannacotta Fugo — Race, elf. Stand name, Purple Death. Former nobleman and still dresses like it. Had to limit the holes in his clothes because he is, unfortunately, not immune to being sunburn.
Friend’s Description: “totally not a vampire”
Bruno Bucciarati — Race, human. Stand name, Strings of Fate. I love him. He’s the love of my life. I may or may not have put the most effort into his outfit. He’s so beautiful. No notes. Also, since zippers weren’t invented till like… mid 1800’s, rather than zippers, he uses strings!!! Tugs on ‘em the way you would a loose hem…
Friend’s Description: “Italian nobleman”
Leone Abbacchio — Race, drow. Stand name, Rewind. It takes the form of a snake!! Because Moody Blues had them.. neck thangs. I don’t know. Anyways. Abbacchio coulda been drippier, but at the time of drawing I was running low on brain power.
Friend’s Description: “TOTALLY NOT A VAMPIRE”
Narancia Ghirga — Race, human. Stand name, Pheonix. Due to the fact that airplanes did NOT exist prior to some point in the 1900’s, Narancia’s stand is a bird. Probably breathes fire and can detect carbon dioxide… cannot come back from the dead though. Sorry buddy. Also, his left eye is blind from his eye infection. Sorry again buddy.
Friend’s Description: “peasant working on a merchant ship”
AND FINALLY:
Diavolo — Race, Demon. The Crimson King. He took FOREVER to draw. Especially those tattoos. I tried to make his color scheme salvageable, but seeing as I was working with Diavolo’s actual color scheme… it is not the best. Diavolo used to have wings as well, but after an incident that prompted him to go underground, they’re gone. He hides in the body of a halfling named Vinegar Doppio… though they are two completely separate entities.
Friend’s Description: “Dante’s homosexual Inferno”
idk if ill elaborate more on this au. depends on the reception of this…!! this is all just for fun… goofs and gaffs… love u sorry for only posting wips for months before this
also in this au i think stands would be called spirits/be spirits ok that’s all fr now bye love u
#nmonarch art#fanart#jjba#jjba fanart#jjba part 5#jojo fanart#jojo part 5#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo au#giorno giovanna#trish una#guido mista#pannacotta fugo#bruno bucciarati#leone abbacchio#narancia ghirga#diavolo#vento aureo#golden wind
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Your body flaws — that JJK men are obsessed with
Featuring : Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro
A/N : Had so much fun writing this one im surprised with my level of fluff tolerance fr.
WARNINGS : body insecurities, mentions of make-out sessions
Itadori Yuji :
your teeth ain't the prettiest
a few of them are crooked, and both your front rows are pointy and sharp
and getting yourself a boyfriend who smiles ridiculously sweet 24/7? yeah you thought that's a great idea
when you told him about your insecurity, he tilted his head to the side asking why you were because that was the part of your charm????
makes you laugh and smile as a way to distract you from the mindset you have
you unconsciously cover your mouth while laughing so sometimes he just pulls your wrists away to a steal a kiss
makes a habit of buying you adorable masks so you can smile comfortably
even if he doesn't get to see it everytime
you earn yourself the nickname "baby tiga" (& you lowkey want him to call you that often)
alternatively if you have an oral fixation along with it he'd ask you to nibble on his fingers or biceps
Megumi Fushiguro :
when he accidentally sees your youtube history about ‘how to get rid of hip dips’ he's like what???
you were sitting right beside him and oh did you want to evaporate into thin air
the half dumbfounded and half offended face he made was laughable, but you start to panic
"y/n, is that something you eat? you don't have to.."
Megumi is just so unpredictable hfdksk
by the time you're done with your explanation, his expression changes into a more serious one
he's okay if you have insecurities maybe he has a couple too
but thinking about yourself so lowly that you hid them all the time he's not okay with that
once back home he researches about the 'hip dips'
texts you, "babe, look"
and sends an article named 'Hip Dips Are Totally Normal, So Focus on These Exercises Instead '
your face blooms into a giddy smile helplessly, he's so cute
after you told him you're fine with him touching you there, he wouldn't hesitate
sacrificing his big fluffy hoodies so you don't need to hide your sides
special attention to your curves while you cuddle
Gojo Satoru :
moles. if there’s one thing you wish you could change, it’s the moles on your face
there's four of them — two on the underside of your left eye, one under the nose and one on your bottom lip
and Gojo thinks he has never seen a prettier face than yours
if you're sleeping he'd trace his fingers gently across them
and if you're making out, he'd enjoy giving little licks to the twin moles under your eyes and tiny bites on the rest two
you'd whine. you think he's about to kiss you, but he would go for the mole on your nose instead
once you mentioned about getting your moles removed, and god he almost JUMPED you
he'd say your moles (or alternatively freckles) look like stars scattered across, making a beautiful constellation on your face
you have quite a few on your other body parts too
and don't be surprised if he has a total count of them
sometimes you feel less insecure and more jealous of your four moles
Toji Fushiguro :
you're not a fan of the stretch marks and scars spread on your limbs
oh but Toji is
once you were on a call with your friend complaining about how Toji might ditch you 'cus of your body when he overhears the conversation
you cut the phone abruptly after realizing his presence and god you had no idea since when was he there
"y/n, you coulda told me right?" he says after a moment with an unreadable expression which he has mastered
the unnerving feeling doesn't go away as you try to lessen the tension with your whiny voice, "Tojiii... i.. i'm sorry. It just annoys me... and- and i'm embarassed."
"No, I thought you were honest with me"
your stuttering words gets saved as he begins again without waiting for a reply "I'm sorry you have to be be embarassed about me"
huh what? WAIT? you're confused asf
"They're bad.. fuck, you're right eh? should've done something about it. I'm getting em removed." he checks his face in the mirror, touching his lip scar which you very much loved.
you just stare at him, frozen, as he turns away from the mirror and reaches your side to lift your chin with two fingers
"then y/n, would you love me more?" there's this sly grin he has on his face, but you think just how that scar makes it better, hotter. "ya won't leave me right?"
it takes you time to process and then you chuckle. that's silly. "Toji, why would I leave you for something so stupid?" he's silly.
"Hmm, so why would I care bout somethin like that baby?" he asks lifting his brows
you finally realize why he did all of this
"god, i love you" you crack a smile, Toji tackled down on the bed
and now you know he loves your scars as much as you love his
enjoys resting his head on your tummy besides your stretch marks
can be very intimate with them too, trapping you on bed, licking the expanse of the marks slowly as his eyes never leaves yours and you're reminded of a predatory beast
A/N : fin♡! hope y'all enjoyed this one ^^ reblogs are always appreciated !
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CHAPTER 4 - The Vibrancy of Hope
When Raph blinked, he was back in his bedroom, crouched down on the floor next to his twin.
Through the storms of his horrible memories, a single cloud parted by a small, shaking voice. It reached out to Raph like a lifeline, pulling him out of the raging waves of his past.
“I-I’m sorry..”
Don groaned through his clenched teeth. “I-I didn’t know what else to do.” His hunched-over form shifted as he lifted his gaze to meet his brother’s. A mental message pricked at the corner of Raph’s mind from his twin.
(They wouldn’t stop... I couldn’t control it.)
Understanding sparked in his green and hazel eyes, making them grow in empathy.
Raph sighed as he reached his arms over his twin. Don’s body tensed at first, becoming rigid and tight at the sudden physical contact from his normally emotionally-inept brother. The shivers that rattled through Don’s arms slowly melted away as he hesitantly accepted Raph’s embrace, leaning further into his brother’s steady heartbeat pulsing through his plastron. The rhythm, warmth, and pressure proved to be just what the freckled brother needed to ground himself.
(I’m sorry, Don.)
The shuddering wheezes hitting Raph’s neck eventually evened out into shaky, but stable breaths. Don’s arms wrapped tight around Raph’s shell, reciprocating the welcomed grounding pressure to his twin. The brother’s hearts harmonized, making both their plastrons rise and fall in sync.
For the first time in days, the silence that spread through the room was welcomed. Instead of blanketing the brothers with anxiety or discomfort, it brought a sense of calm; peace. An ice-like void transformed into a warm haven, re-igniting the brothers with a soft, shimmering flame of safety in their hearts.
(We are home, brother.)
(We…are h-home.)
Raph remained still as his twin took one last deep breath. Neither brother moved away from their embrace.
But despite the tender moment shared by the brothers, Raph couldn’t help being himself.
“Do ya think you can make it to my bed, or are you gonna fall over like an old lady again?”
Despite his disheveled state, Don didn’t skip a beat as he scoffed and retorted back in a thin voice, ��Oh yeah, that’s it- shame the guy who nearly passed out. Great bedside manner, brother. I would recommend your services as much as I’d encourage sleeping with a lit match in a building made of drywood.”
Raph shrugged, letting out a playful chuckle.
“Heheh- Aw come on, Interi. You know what Mikey always says. The whole ‘laughing is better than medicine thing’. I’m doin’ ya a favor.”
“Oh yeah, sure. Ha ha.” Don drawled, his words dripping with sass.
“HA! See? You’re feelin’ better already.”
Don let out his own snicker as he smirked antagonistically.
“Oh I wasn’t laughing at the joke you made, I was laughing at the joke that you are.”
Raph sputtered indignantly as an offended grin shined on his face.
“Dude- I just saved your stinkin’ life! You coulda hit the floor and then *poof!* NO MORE EGGHEAD.”
“Least then I wouldn’t be here listening to your pathetic excuses for jokes.”
A’ight. You asked for this, ya punk.
Before Don had the chance to protest, Raph leaned over and lifted his twin into his arms. He could’ve chosen to hold his brother in a more dignified manner, like the fireman-hold across his shoulders, but instead decided to carry his flailing twin in a princess-carry, making Don’s cheeks burn bright with embarrassment and anger.
“R-RAPHAEL!!! This is NOT necessary!!!” Don screeched as he flung his arms and legs with as much grace as a drunk hummingbird. “YOU BIG OAF! LET ME GO!!!!!”
Raph just smiled in victory as he walked his squirming brother to his nook. The bed creaked extra loud when Raph unceremoniously dropped Don’s wriggling body onto the mattress.
“-Oof! …Raphael… Kisho… Hamat- HEUGH!”
With an even louder groan of the mattress, and a squeezed groan from Don, Raph flopped his whole body on top of his twin, sprawling out all his limbs like a starfish. Don let out a frustrated growl, muffled by his brother’s shell pressing into his face.
“OH F’R H’VN’S SAKE, R’PH.”
Don pushed and squirmed with all his might trying to buck off his brother, but to no avail.
“Can’t you just feel the healin’? I’m a total pro at this.”
“G’T OFF!!”
Don tried reaching to the edge of the bed to get leverage in pulling himself away from Raph, but he couldn’t reach.
Raph let out an exaggerated yawn, stretching out his limbs further. “Ya know…” He smacked his lips. “I think imma take a nap. This is way too cozy to pass up.”
“D’N’T YOU D’RE.”
With a smirk the size of the sun Raph went fully limp, adding to the growing pressure on top of Don.
“Gnight.”
“R’PHAEL YOU L’TTLE TW’RP!!!!!”
. . .
Lotus watched in curious silence as Don kicked, clawed and screeched from underneath his brother. After he bit out a particular word that Lotus had never heard before, Raph tsked and flicked his freckled twin square in the nose.
“Language, Don! Do I need to get Dad~?”
More muffled shouts reverberated from under Raph, each one getting more and more annoyed. Lotus couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement at the two brothers’ antics.
She wasn’t quite sure what she should be doing right now... Should she try to intervene? Maybe egg Don on? Or should she be quiet? Just try to… become invisible?
She doesn’t really have a place to say anything, so she decides to just watch with a smile.
Over time, Don’s muffled shouts slurred into snoring.
Lotus let out a soft snicker at the sight of both brothers sound asleep on top of each other. Don’s face was completely smushed in between the mattress and Raph’s shell, while Raph’s limbs draped limply off the sides of his brother. A small thread of spit had slowly made its way from the edge of Raph’s gaping mouth.
What a lovely sight.
Lotus softly chuckled to herself as she laid her head back on her pillow, its soft fabric welcoming her into its embrace. However, the comfort was quickly pushed aside by the unsettling feeling of something still being wrapped around her. The blanket remained laid over her torso, its linen fibers soft and heavy. The sensation made her legs itch as she tried to slide them out from underneath it, her right leg moving slow but steadily, still weighed down by the exhaustion plaguing her muscles and bones. With a few weak kicks, the weight of the comforter disappeared over her right leg. The cold air of the room enveloped her skin, making her body tingle.
After a crackling burn ending with a harsh yelp, she was reminded to not move her left leg.
At all.
EVER.
Using her right leg, she proceeded to slowly kick off the rest of the blanket. Her whole body immediately relaxed and sunk deeper into the mattress as she let out a thankful sigh. The cold surrounded her, sending a gentle wave of refreshment through her body.
That’s better…
Somehow the loud snores of Donatello quickly became background static as Lotus was left to her thoughts.
Images flashed through her unfocused irises as she revisited the past twenty four hours. Waking up in a random bedroom, meeting the brothers…and…
A deep burn ignited inside the wound in her left leg. She hissed as she slowly leaned over to reach the offending appendage. Her shoulders and neck ached in protest with each movement as she rubbed up and down to hopefully relieve some of the tenseness in her muscles. The pain of her wound sparked a wisp of bitterness in her soul, melding with and growing the shadows over her recovering heart. With a defensive scowl, she remembered who it was to blame for what had happened.
Her mind coursed with the images of Leo’s tear filled eyes. The fear echoed through his trembling hands. His words…
His promise.
A whimper escaped her lips as her wounded leg once again crackled with bolts of fire under her skin. She was then reminded of the pills that Raph had ordered her to take before he went to help Don. As she extended her arm to reach for the edge of the bed to pull herself up, another pang twisted in the muscles of her arms, making her let out a sharp hiss through her teeth. Nervous she might’ve woken the slumbering twins, she turned her head to them with her face in a squinting grimace. Her shoulders fell with relief when she saw that neither brother had moved an inch.
Phew. Okay- feel pain quieter please.
She tried again, this time successfully reaching and grasping the edge of the bed. Her feeble fingers tightened their grip as she slowly hunched her torso up. More scattered sparks twisted the muscles between her neck and shoulders, but she was determined to stay as silent as possible.
At the record pace of a sleep-deprived sloth, she finally reached the two pills on the side table. Her brows cinched together when she saw there was no water or cup, so she guessed she had to take them dry. They were small enough, so it shouldn’t be a problem.
Her fingers froze just as they were about to place the set of pills in her mouth.
...Will these do anything?
If the injection had barely made a dent in her pain, then why would these pills be any different? What if they had done something to her that would make her react badly to the medication?
Hesitation and fear cinched every muscle in her arm as she held the pills mere inches from her mouth.
I could be allergic to it.
It might make me sick.
It could hurt me.
She peered down at the deep bruises splotched over the crooks of her arms.
NO.
No- It's f-fine. Even if these don't do anything.. At least it won't cause me any pain like the needle did. It's fine.
I can do this.
I can DO THIS.
She shakily placed them in her mouth and forced herself to swallow.
The pills, however small, did not want to go down her throat. The bitter taste of the outside coating made her choke out a small gag, but she persisted. She dropped her head down to make the now melting pills fall to the back of her teeth. Then in one quick motion, she yanked her head up, craning her neck, and shooting the pills to the back of her throat. The bitter taste had now been thoroughly smeared all throughout her mouth, but the pills thankfully went down.
Definitely using water next time…Yech.
She tried her best to ignore the chalky textures plastered on her tongue and between her teeth, as she carefully lowered herself back down onto the mattress. Apparently her fingers were officially out of commission, cause right before her head gracefully landed on her pillow, they released their grip, making her jerk back onto the mattress with a loud *FLOP*.
Her head rang with disorientation as she tried to distract herself from the bitter taste in her mouth and the swelling headache in her temples. She laid still, not daring to move in order to prevent any more discomfort.
Lotus looked back to the time she had spent with Leonardo. She recalled the kindness in his gentle tone, and the grace and care he gave her despite her stupid phobias. She had never seen such tenderness.
But one specific image remained burned into her heart, flickering with the opaque shadows of distrust.
The moment she looked into his eyes.
He lied to me.
He acted as though he knew what he was doing with the procedure. How he spoke with her in seasoned authority had begun to give her a sense of relief. But then things quickly started going wrong. Unlike them, who would just continue on as if nothing happened and finish no matter her discomfort, Leo froze. He panicked. His hands shook and his face pinched into a tense frown. He began mumbling incoherently to himself, and it made Lotus’ stomach twist with fear that she really wasn’t safe.
All the doctors or nurses she had been brought to didn’t look any older than thirty. So how old was he?? How much experience could this kid really have if he looked like he wasn’t even in his TWENTIES?
He probably had no idea what he was doing. He did say that he was new at it, though..
I guess all that confidence was just talk.
Distrust creeped its shadow further over Lotus’ questioning heart. Her stomach twisted.
Maybe I can’t trust him.
More of Leo’s words echoed back to her in thin wisps. They softly flowed through her mind, alighting the darker, frozen corners with a small glint of something warm.
“I’M SORRY LOTUS! I’M SO SORRY!!”
Her mind rang with the cries of Leo’s apology, and her eyes filled with the image of his tears and quivering lip. He never yelled at her to ‘toughen up’, or ‘hold still’ or…anything like that. He never once snapped at her or shamed her for being weak.
He listened… and did whatever he could to help.
More of Leo’s words echoed back, making the shadow over her heart retreat just a little bit more.
“That’s ok. I bet Don could figure it out! He’s really smart, and I’m sure he could help.”
She had owed him. And yet he was willing to help her more than he already had, guiding her to go to Don to find answers she never once believed would be given. And on top of that… he, and his whole family had welcomed her into their home with no strings attached.
Or at least none that she’s spotted yet.
Shadow slowly crept back up the walls of her heart, fighting against the warmth and light. With each dig of its claw, another question of doubt began to infect her mind.
There has to be a catch…Why would they help me escape? I did nothing to earn it. I didn’t ask for help.
They must want something.
Maybe they’ll have me clean in order to stay. Or cook. Or help with.. whatever they do all day. I bet I can learn to do those things. They’ll…they’ll have to train me, but I’m a fast learner.
Being born and raised in a lab didn’t really help with her understanding of how to do chores. They never taught her how to care for herself, or keep a living space, so she was pretty clueless as to what to do. But she could learn. Didn’t seem all that hard. Sometimes she would watch as the janitor would do his rounds cleaning the hall outside of her cell. He’d swipe down the floor with a stick that had some weird looking hair attached to it, and he would spray an airy solution on the clear glass of her wall. She had to admit it was pretty satisfying to see the glass go from speckled and wet to clear and pristine. It was the closest thing to entertainment that she had, so she would keep tabs on whenever the janitor appeared on her floor.
As long as they show me what to do, I’ll be able to help out as best I can. And when I’m strong enough, I can go find my own place. I’ll be out of their hair.
Her heart beat faster as realization blossomed inside of it. Her mind pulled to light a long forgotten memory, faded from time, but still slightly aglow with importance.
Shimmering blurs of a kind face with soft hair filled her vision. The gentle voice told her stories of the world, filling her little imagination to overflowing. Sometimes the woman would sneak a children’s book into her cell, secretly teaching her how to read whenever there was time. Slender painted nails would point at the pages, explaining the names and colors of the items. The woman would have Lotus read out the words as best as she could, and then a gentle finger would tap her nose playfully, quietly announcing “That’s right, Lotus!!”
The beautiful memory continued to fade. But even in the darkness of her mind, it still emitted a faint, but thriving glow.
The pictures in that children’s book of her past came to life before her, beckoning her to them. Calling out to her that this was her chance. She could go see skyscrapers, bridges, farms, and the countryside. She could experience the nature around her, meeting the various fauna, and gazing at the beautiful flora.
She could finally see the majesty of a sunset.
Colors were drained from every room and surface back at the labs. Every wall was either an empty gray or a piercing white. The cabinets and doors were dull with no textures. The lights didn’t even vary, always glowing a pale, sickly yellow. Except for the surgical room light, that would always give her a horrible headache with how bright its white rays were set. She would always need to shut her eyes tight in order to not get dizzy.
She turned her head to look around the bedroom. The whole wall surrounding where Don and Raph were laying was splashed with all kinds of vibrant colors. Blues, yellows, reds, oranges… She caught sight of some small hand prints too, splattered randomly throughout the whole art piece.
Her head turned further, surveying more of the bedroom.
More and more colors seemed to pop up all over the living space, from the teals and reds of the books stacked haphazardly in the bookshelf, to the dirty orange jackets piled in the corner, to the soft blue sheets covering the mattress she was laying on. Her eyes indulged themselves with the vibrancy scattered all throughout the room, inspiring a fragile smile to grace her face.
Her past’s hollow smears of gray vanished as her present alighted with vibrant hues of hope.
She was truly free.
That's it for this chapter! :)
FINALLY we get to see more perspective and thoughts from Lotus. This poor girl has been through a lot, but I wanted a lot of what happened to her to be in subtle small details. Things you have to catch in context rather than just being told it out front.
And then the twins~ Oh MAN was it FUN to just write these two bickering and making a scene together. I'll admit, a lot of their dialogue and actions are inspired by me and my older sisters past experiences. And even now. ;) They're such chaotic goobers and I love them dearly. <3
Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to reblog and share this story if it touched your heart. :)
To God be the glory!
~ Melissa
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nick is kinda right about everyone babying matt because we’re all here like :( he had a bad day but he could literally have just been a bit of an ass today because he was annoyed LOL
not saying chris and nick weren’t acting silly but everyone’s mood was def off today
no fr 😭😭 i like by no means try to baby any of them but like if theirs moods r ever off im like :((( someone had a bad day. like literally my maternal instinct i feel so bad when ppl r upset but matt very much coulda just been an asshole for no reason! but i agree everyone was a little off
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Phoebe and Knox deserved a Gilbert and Anne kinda arc
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uggghh dude in spop s5e6 'taking control' tho
when adora basically tells catra "look ok fine, we're removing the chip forsure cause if we don't, i know horde prime will inevitably find you eventually and tbh i just dunno if i can live w worrying about that ok but also afterwards, if you really wanna be dropped off on the next planet - then alright i guess."
just omfg tho, the fact that what finally snaps catra in half but in regards to breaking her walls down i guess - what gets this gurl to finally be vulnerable w adora after all this time - what leaves her feeling absolutely defeated but in doing so, also forces her to give in and just fucking say how she feels/what she wants - something adora kinda needs tbh as the emotionally oblivious (but also very lovable) dummy she can often be - is simply just adora saying "you'll never have to see me again."
cause like, same as adora couldn't fucking handle fathoming losing catra for life when she thought she was straight gonna die in her arms during save the cat - catra couldn't conceive of an existence that didn't include adora in some way either. i mean, imo it's even why catra kept her close as an enemy in their time at odds w each other lol.
i think it's in the og script for save the cat - something i def rec looking up if you haven't read it btw - before bringing out catra, prime says something to adora along the lines of,
"of course. you're catra. bitter enemies, and yet, the two of you can never seem to stay away from from each other, can you?"
(ps i truly despise the way prime says catra's name tbh like it makes me so angry esp in his interactions mentioning her to adora before she comes out in save the cat.. like w this kinda condescending, mocking inflection. i fucking hate him so much lmao but i also know ain't no one tryna argue w me on that lol)
holy shit tho fr i get the decision to opt outta prime being the one to tell adora that she broke catra's heart - so much more weighted coming to adora from catra herself tbh. and there's another line i woulda liked to see a line make it to the screen that really got to me from the og script is something like "you used to talk of ruling the world together. up on that little spot on the roof that only you knew about. then you left... you broke her heart. you always wanted more... but all she ever wanted was you."
like honestly dude, if that minus the broke heart part - given as a line to catra later on in the ep instead - had actually been included in save the cat... hahaha omg idk if i coulda survived it tbh lol
and like just dude..z it's hard to fully fathom how fucking difficult it prob was for catra in that moment to swallow her pride, shut up the dumbass fucking neg self-talk in her head, and grab adora's hand before she could walk away. and omg, so so the most vulnerable moment we've yet to see for catra, aside from i guess maybe in the Promise ep where light hope fucks w both their heads so hard that catra does legit cry in front of adora -
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Hearing Choso is our ex and realizing we lost a bad bitch 😞😞😞 we could've had it all
COULDA WOULDA SHOULDA 💔💔💔 yn fumbled fr..
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the people in charge of nutrek dont care about the ideals and premise of star trek and star trek: picard is its biggest tell. its a story that would have been much better if they hadnt brought back legacy characters but also would have been much better had it not been written at all because nobody wants more space cops
the moment picard decided to wash his hands clean of the romulan android situation was the moment i knew that oh this isnt the picard everyone has come to know and love. at his core who he is someone that would not let anyone die if he could help it. like thats his thing if he has the power to help he will!! and yeah sure thats shown in pic too but he literally was like ‘fuck you federation im not gonna help u ignore the romulans cries for help’ when he fr coulda just asked for forgiveness after helping with the power he had as a respected captain or whatever he is. something EVERY oldtrek captain has done time and time again
and yes! characters and their ideals change over time but not fucking like THAT
pic takes a tragedy, a genocide, and takes the romulans, a species that has for the most part always been the enemies of the federation and makes them easy prey. it makes them evil except for those that defected or disguised themselves (look up white passing and what it was actually for and why its a thing). and to put it into more understandable words:
lets say the federation is usamerica (bc for all intents and purposes thats literally what it represents) and that the romulans represent people of color and jews. pic serves for us on a platter that the genocide was just another thing that happened and “its okay they died anyways. romulans have never been on the side of the federation and never wanted to be anyways so no loss” this is what the federation believes
pic has been severely affected by white supremacist and antisemitic ideology and like while yeah science fiction is used to discuss and challenge the oppression we experience today, youd think a franchise that has always preached about diversity inclusion and acceptance would finally get over mass genocide of a “lesser” race as a form of storytelling. its uncomfortable and not in a way in which it makes you think but in a way that shows that even hundreds of years in the future vitriol prevails and it fucking sucks. its harmful towards people of color and jews when even in science fiction we cant escape that someone out there wants us dead
we’ve had enough of white supremacy and antisemitism taking a lil seat at the table to cause ruckus there are 100% other things that could have created and interesting dilema. the federation is literally on some cristobal colon shit n the more nutrek that gets made the less star trek holds up the ideals of diversity inclusion acceptance and love that it preached from its inception. we are instead given a narrative that yeah no matter how long you fight no matter how hard you fight you will NEVER win because systemic racism always wins in the end. its a tired and weak narrative and just goes to show if you dont have any other engaging stories to tell just stop telling the stories and stop ruining characters by making them do things they absolutely wouldnt even stand for
we r stuck with characters that suck up to other characters just because of their legacy and the writing when everyone deserves to be way more mad at picard. sidenote all of the genuine progress that has been made in television with diversity and representation has gone like 20 steps back when it comes to portraying people of color bc not ONE from the main crew passes the paper bag test (again ive only seen season one) which further goes to show white supremacist ideals subtly shining through
the point of star trek is that there will be a better more welcoming loving kinder future than the present and the past. and yeah theyve never been good at portraying that exactly because hope cannot exist without despair. but if you do not learn the mistakes of the past you are bound to repeat them and clearly these writers have not been studying the source material
hope this helps idk man i just b saying shit sometimes sorry if some stuff is repetitive
#inspired by @trillscienceofficer ‘s liveblog of stpic#havent watched since season 1 so if some stuff is inaccurate whoops#and this doesnt even cover my issue with seven as a character but#i cant really say much bc id want to watch the whole thing to make more inferences abt her#tng has also already established the whole are androids sentient thing with data which just feels redundant in pic#star trek picard
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simi fic recs pt. 1
um i wrote half of this at 2am so.. any errors mine ::::) heed the tags etc etc i think this doesnt; need to be saisd
all fics below the cut; if you enjoyed these fics, please show the authors comment and kudo love; should you be the author of a fic that's here, and don't want to be here, please reach out to me and your wish is my command :)
individual fics first as always!
maybe just a little by neonbreadsticks (G, 4.1k)
Kimi doesn’t remember much these days. Only the soft glow of the sunlight through the beige curtains, and the smell of the flowers in the garden before they bloom. The sound of a beat-up Aston Martin idling in his driveway and his dustless shelves in his living room. The curve of Seb’s lips, pulled back against his cheeks, the crows feet that only appear when he laughs at things beyond Kimi’s level of understanding. Kimi doesn’t remember much these days, but he remembers enough.
ok fr i cried (and proceeded to write this)
this is one of my all-time favourite simi fics because of how beautiful it is - their story isn't over-embellished, it's just given a lot of space to shine. there's a certain heartache that comes w/ the added complication of ferrari & discarding of naivete & us vs the world levels of heroic framing & the idea that seb isn't ok but kimi's there that makes the fic really bring on the waterworks for me.
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to survive the tides by @shih-coulda-had-it (T, 4.6k)
The surge of want nearly overwhelmed Sebastian’s impulse control, sorely tested since the beginning of their partnership in Ferrari, and now so worn and tattered that Sebastian almost said, ‘Yes, go ahead, take whatever you want, I will give it to you.’ Sebastian Vettel attends the 2018 FIA Prize Giving.
OH MY GOD i spent an embarrasingly long time making sure it was actually your tumblr hehehaha.
something really special about the way you wrote the interactions. everything is incredibly true to life (warily impressed at the amount of research you must have done)
there's a sense of restrained tension slash want slash bittersweet something that runs through this entire thing. am very compelled. every time i reread this it's a different experience.
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to the finnish line by @rosyjuly (E, 3.2k)
"It’s the perfect car to have some fun. Might even take the roof down.” They do. They also take Charles back to their hotel room.
can i just say i let out a very embarrassing noise when i realised who the author was on tumblr like oh my GOD. OH my goddd
SIMI DOMESTICITY SHINING THROUGH??? as unlikely as it seems in such a fic. inside jokes. the very questionable power dynamics lol. seriously torn about how to feel for charles. very brilliant unexpected characterisation.
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what a thing to choose by @thereisstillalifetolive (E, 2/2, 10.1k)
If someone had asked Kimi what he thought about Seb’s acting ability prior to this he would’ve laughed in their face, Iceman or not. Because while Seb’s ability to talk circles around a question he doesn’t want to answer is unparalleled, a reasonably trained goldfish could discern how he feels about it. Except. Right now, Kimi’s not entirely certain what year he’s actually in.
still don't know how to talk about this fic coherently it was one of the holyshit moments for me
there are still some tiny sweet moments that shine through. amidst all the Stuff going on. and the vulnerability becomes all the more devastating. like yes this is ageplay this is performance (to some extent) but it's also very real. characterisation is breathtaking, sex speaks for itself, possessive kimi + desperate seb is hmmmmhmmhm. rearranging my brain.
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thanks for reading, etc. there's loooots more simi fic recs coming your way if i can be bothered
as always, if you enjoyed this, or if i missed any fic, please let me know :) drop me an ask for any ship if you're dying to see something!
#thanks for the wait#f1#formula 1#claire's fic recs#kimi räikkonën#sebastian vettel#simi#charles leclerc
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so uh
it was after the game (all teams lost today hooray!!)
so basically for my little brothers team we had a good touchdown but it got taken because of a supposed holding
idk for sure i have to watch the tape
butg anyways so its after varsity's game and we're packing up
my sibling's mom had like a mini surgery on her arm so it was sore and so i picked up the pom-pom bag which is actually lowkey heavy and it doesnt have handles so thats why it was kinda hard to hold
so my older brother's mom was like take it from her and i wouldnt let him and she was like wyd take it!
and i was like no i got it and my brother said to my dad he was like what does fizzy work out everyday?
and my dad said arms LMFAO
but it was in front of al lot of people so it wasnt hard to hold the heavy ass bag anymore
BECAUSE THE BROKEN LEG KID MADE DIRECT EYE CONTACT WITH ME WHEN MY BROTHER SAID THAT
he coulda been like damn she could carry me<3
was he actually thinking that?
probably fuck no
BUT YAYA HE KNOWS IM STRONG
when i got to the car i flexed and told my mom to press it (because it was activated lol) and he was there
AHAHAHAHA
HDKWJDKWJS AHHHHHHHH
he’s probably fantasising abt you carrying him like a princess (he’s js a boy 🎀)
but fr that’s so sexy of you fizzy 🤭🙏 carry me pls 🤭
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I wondering if you can do a Crosshair Cowboy X Female Reader. Crosshair Outlaw and the reader is a singer at a bar he goes to and he falls in love with her.
Fr kicking my legs and giggling 🤭
Second Round of Whiskey
Summary: After a night of drinking and singing, your drunken self gets taken home by an odd man.
Warnings: pet names, swearing, guns, knives, alcohol, smoking,
A/n: The picture isn't mine. Got it off Pinterest and it belongs to @shyranno do check them out (thank you for reminding me those 2 ppl in the comments). I'm sorry I took forever to finish this, I got the rona and English is a pain. (don't come after me. I know that ppl were broke in the 1850s but... this is my fic >:I)
Edit: Omg- this is my first time writing for crosshair and I was not expecting it to go this well! I can't believe I got this much praise in like 2 hours... Like 😳 you silly goofy crosshair simps this up, what am I saying 🤭 thank you again guys ❤️🩹
The wind howls outside but inside the saloon is buzzing with life. The piano practically playing itself, My guitar along with it. Even when the saloons swinging doors collided with the wood behind it, everyone still sang and danced, to sloshed to notice.
Seven figures entered, one miniature and one towering. All of them shuffled past the drunk crowd and took a booth for themselves.
The cool night air drifted in, and everyone hollered as the song ended. There was a pause as me and the pianist figured out the next song. Many of the customers drifted off to find themselves another drink before the next song.
My eyes drifted around as I took a long sip from my glass of water. I locked my eyes with one of the figures that entered just a minute ago. He was a bit lanky but certainly hotter than many of the men that were in this saloon.
I cleared my throat and waited for the piano to start playing. Slowly I joined in, my voice echoing in the large saloon. As the hours passed, many drunk men stumbled out of the saloon and as the night started to get lighter, everything calmed down.
I sighed and sipped away at my whiskey, zoning out. A chair beside me creaked on the hardwood floor and I glanced over to the oddly familiar man beside me.
"Your singing wasn't too bad" He spoke up from behind the brim of his glass. I hummed and smiled,
"I like to think that I'm not the worst out there."
He glanced at me, "Crosshair" I raised a brow at him, and he rolled his eyes, "M' name"
"Ah, had me lost there for a minute" I chuckled, "Nickname that became a name I'm guessing?"
"You could say that" He shrugged, staring at his golden liquor.
"Well... Crosshair," I pause and wave my hand slightly, my name falling from my loosened lips as I introduce myself. He repeated it and boy did it sound wonderful coming from him.
"'S a decent name" He mumbled, quickly downing the rest of his drink.
I giggled -my drinks only just starting to kick- taking another sip of my whiskey, "Where are your friends anyway?"
"What?" He asked sharply, prickling like an angry cat.
"Coulda Sworn they left a while back... why? They leave ya here?" I continue, slumping against him. I threw the last bit of my whiskey down and fumbled as I put the glass down.
He sighed plucking the coin out of my hand before I could even call for another drink. "You've had enough, doll, let's get you out of here."
In a blur I'm back in my room blinking away sleep only to feel a big headache strike me. I groan and fall against my bed again. A few loud bangs echo through the halls of my house and I shoot up out of the bed. Hushed and muffled voices argue from somewhere downstairs.
Much to my regret, the pounding in my head returns but I push it to the side, grabbing my knife as I creep down my stairs. I raise my hand as I whip into my kitchen only to find a barrel of a revolver pointed at my nose.
As soon as it was there it was gone, and I dragged my gaze up from the revolver and to the towering figures crowded in my kitchen. "Who the fuck are you?" I wave my knife toward the men and then hold my gaze on the lean man, 'Crosshair', whom I met last night.
"You let us in" He spoke up, hooking his thumbs on his gun belt.
I rubbed my head, my knife lowering to my side, "I barely remember anything after my second round of whiskey..."
Crosshair hummed, his gaze lowering for a moment, "Well in that case we need introductions... again."
A toothpick rolled his mouth as his brothers each introduced themselves before a girl no older than thirteen came out from behind 'Wrecker' and introduced herself as 'Omega'.
I place the knife on my wooden countertop and pull out a smoke from the opened pack. The flick of a match sounded, in amongst the chatter & banter from the others, appearing in front of the smoke.
Our gazes locked and I gave Crosshair a thankful dip of my head, trying to keep eye contact as I- he lights the smoke. I break our staring contest, seemingly crumbling under his gaze.
I take a deep drag of the smoke, breathing it out my nose as I turn to everyone else. "I'll make breakfast" I announce, shooing them out of the kitchen. I B-line for the cupboard, grabbing the wrapped-up meats and grabbing seven eggs. "Can you start the stove for me?" I ask and hear an audible sigh before his boots clacked on the wood floors.
For the next half hour, I prepared food with Crosshair hovering over my shoulder, my smoke long gone. I hand a few wooden plates to Crosshair and carry the rest out, sending him a thankful smile.
"Ooh," Wrecker started up, "What smells nice?"
"Grandmas recipe" I chime happily, placing plates in front of the others as I go around the table. I handed a plate to Omega, who excitedly took the plate, then tech who smiled up at me as he took the plate gracefully.
Hunter was the first to start and he groaned, taking a moment to compose himself. The others almost had the same reaction, Wrecker almost chocked on the food as he stuffed his face full.
"What is this? It's the best meal I've had..." Tech spoke up a while everything calmed down,
"Oh, it's just some bacon, eggs and a bit of beef sausages. Not the fanciest thing to exist." I shrug, barely noticing Techs' eyes shift to behind me then back to my eyes once again.
I put another forkful in my mouth and continued to chat with Tech. I still could sense my 'shadow' behind me as him and Hunter had some brotherly banter.
The liveliness of the house died down after everyone started to wonder around my house and Hunter decided to check out my barn. Crosshair was still on my porch, leaning on one of the beams as he watched everything pass by.
I smiled and stopped next to him, leaning over the railing. "...Is my cooking not to bad?" I ask, sparing a glance at him.
He hums, flicking the toothpick from one side to the other, and smirked, "I like to think it's not the worst,"
and thats how i met your father
again you poor thing im sorry it took so long for me to reply its just that assessments are at my throat. sorry bbg
#storm7breaker posts#star wars x reader#female reader#x reader#crosshair x reader#crosshair x you#tbb crosshair#tbb x reader#tbb#the bad batch#the bad batch x reader
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tbh the p4g anime felt more like a companion to p4's anime (there's two dif shows for some reason). that one is more focused on bonds n all that and i felt was the stronger anime
see i was really excited for that when i first started watching the p4g anime but then it became only marie focused and i got sad.... i wanna see soujis bonds with everyone...... not just marie....... and then they made marie the reason souji figured out it was adachi... they made marie the reason souji figured out the fog... it fr negates all the hard work of everyone else LMAOOO like marie is cool and she coulda still been there without becoming like.. the main character it was really weird and the p4g adachi episode was really well done! it was soo fucking good and showed him spiraling in a really cool way. but it was a single episode out of 12. deadass p4g is 11/12ths about marie and 1/12th about adachi.
now just p4 the animation fuckin slapped it was really funny and even the non canon parts were done super well, i bought the series on dvd fucking yeaaaaars ago and its still so nice... wish the p4g had more of the p4theanimation energy
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