#don't understand why either of those forms came out before it???

[s1llydr3amscape]

LET ME OUT

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Anyways I always wanted to doodle this specific pose from Toyless' animation why because I can :]

Extras under the cut :

This was the specific screenshot I based the pose off I love hands grabbing head!!! :

The original video ^ (I'll be real with yall I was shocked the original song was poppy playtime because my only experience with it was that all my baby cousins loved that franchise. And they would show me vids off it at family gatherings because I was the babysitter. One of em even debated me abt fnaf like chill out bro you weren't even born when it came out!!!!!)

Glitchtrap rambling time woohoo let's go!!!!

-I redrew em again because I think I'm almost 100% happy with its design!!!! Like I don't wanna change their face so much because the way his face is shaped is my fave!!! Like they have the same style of muzzle as sonic characters!!!!!! I just made it rounder cuz its their early days before this au lore

-I just wanna achieve the unnaturalness with their design. Like they don't belong here. They want to get out. LET HIM OUT. type vibe basically like that's why it has like those kind off teeth instead off the rabbit ones. They get those later in the au.

-I fucking love Glitchtrap so much you don't understand they're so peak!!!!!! I jokingly hate him because I despise what it did to Vanny.

-I was a fan since day 1 bro is just so unique like woah a non animatronic for a change?!?!? STRAIGHT UP A FURSUIT!??!?! Color me impressed!!! I love zooming on it its model and seeing everyy little detail!!! Like omg bro is crying and drooling on the suit!!!!! There's also a patch of uneven stitching pattern on the top of their head compared to their mostly symmetrical design!!!

-I was so fixated on em like my level of obsession for him was bad bad!!!! Like yeah it was still there when Vanny came around during the curse of Dreadbear DLC but you don't understand it surpassed all my Foxy art!!! The first fnaf character I fixated on!?!?? Like what and yall can ask my IRLS bro had lots n lots of art!!!!! I have so much trad art of glitchy it's embarassing!!! Atleast I improved tbh!!

-I just really really loved the fan animations were bro got to time travel to the older fnaf animations and fuck em up!!!! Causing them all to glitch out like hello PEAK!?!?!?! No im not biased to rabbit characters with whiskers shhhhh... SHHH...

-Because I know all those animations already and it's like omg omg OMG Glitchtrap kinda expanded my music taste imma be fr... Fnaf autism is so bad I omfg I only listened to fnaf songs and the only time I listened to other franchises songs is because someone animated fnaf over it... like yeah I was an animation meme kid but even then I only remember the lyrics and titles to songs if I saw fnaf on them (cringe!!!!) So yeah thank u Glitchtrap <33333

-I think Malhare is the cooler name but the Glitchtrap name is cool too because when the names end in trap like this it makes me think they're like warrior cats adjacent. So in this one they just fluctuate between either Malhare or Glitchtrap

-Also another reason he's my super fave is because my brain predicted it's gloop form!!!!

-Like no joke literally the same character I dreamt about during the early days before Princess Quest.

-Except mine was a shadow like the shadow animatronics. More wispy than gloopy. I think the reason I dreamt it was because Shadow Toy Chica and fan made shadow animatronics were getting popular!! But legit same character and colors!!!!!!!

-Just a big dark mass with purple eyes surrounding it like literally the same character my brain came up with and I'm just wow <3333 minus the fact my design had really big giant swirly white eyebrows

-However my Shadow Glitchtrap was kinda more wack to say the least. Like heheheh cuz Glitchtraps a fursuit there's no denying that I changed the dream design a bit. In my old Glitchtrap designs they'd have a zipper and so what would happen was they'd unzip and flip their insides into outsides to reveal the Shadow Glitchtrap thing which was hiding inside them.

-Like those plushies that you can unzip to reveal a different plushie design basically!!!!

-TBH I prefer Glooptrap because yeah!!!!! Amalgamation of hate let's go!!!!!! I think with how gloopy he is its just fun to draw I love the fact that the weird Glitchtrap blockers look like that it fits too much with my own preestablished AU lore.

-I feel like Glitchtrap turns into Glooptrap from like the seams of their suit. Like you see that each part the suit got stitched just turn black as black liquid pours out like ohhh that shit haunted!!!! Bursting outta the seams like oh this guy has no one inside they're all just black sludge!!!!

-In this AU specifically (The one with my millions of Vanny designs) is actually a spoof fnaf AU where everyone lives!!! Like I have 3 AUs technically one of them being the fnaf cast in my oc world where they become my ocs basically called Rabbit City. My other one which is my more serious canon adjacent fnaf AU where no silly stuff or shipping happens, and it's just more overall following my own formed understanding of the canonicity and the series of events with me trying to keep the animatronics more game accurate (I dont think ive posted any of that here due to me feeling like my style limits the nit and grit I wanna go with it). And this one I mainly post on here where everything is just silly and bends to my command and everyone lives because I love everyone <333333 Literally playing with my toys type AU where I do what I want which is why a million vanny designs are in this AU specifically. I usually tag it as this 🦭🩷🐇🐰🐇🐰🐇🐰🐯 because the original name of this au is self indulgent and I'm embarrassed but it's too iconic to change it.

-Glitchtrap in this AU is just much more goofy and silly infecting people like a zombie virus and possessing them for his own gain. Weird eldritch horror that came out of a fnaf fangame. Anything goes in this AU so if I wanna make Glitchtrap a mind controlling zombie warlock wizard so be it!!!! Sorry I love zombies soo much you will have to take this trope out of my cold dead hands!!!!! I love rot!!!

-That's why it's wrinkly because they too me are like a rotten banana (Even though his associated smell to me is lemongrass). Imagine squeezing a banana still with it's skin on. That's how I imagine bro turns into glooptrap if they didn't open the zipper in time. Also because I love the design trope of rotting and withering sue me. I love when the flesh sags across the body. Wrinkles are great bro theyre so real!!!!! Also because back then people kept drawing him as skinny as a twig??? Even though they have fat??? So I made them fatter mostly because like I love the gloop part of it hiding inside <3333

-They're more green pink and purple because imma be real my fave color combo ever <33333

-I wanna do an xray piece with them soon to show their insides but I'm still uncertain if I have the art prowess to concoct it exactly like how I envision it yet. Like I need to squash and scretch them more. They need to look more decrepit and horrible!!!!! something like the unknown from dbd!!!!

-They can't actually emote properly stuck in a permanent smile

-Glithctrap and Vanny’s dynamic is like Lord Hater and Commander Peepers in this one. There's more character adjacent to the dynamic between them concocted in my head but I wanna draw a comic abt it :]

-Like yeah one second they're besties and the next they're at each other's throats ready to strangle eachother. Vanny reluctantly trying to help him at first like how she was first called.

-Oh also in this specific AU Glitchtrap isn't connected to William in the slightest more just it's own thing!!!!

-He's like an AI that wants to be human. It believes it is human. They've mimicked people too much that they don't know what they are anymore. Or what it wants anymore. What do they want.

[xuterboo]

Good time everyone!

The cutting and analysis of images continues, and today my hands finally reached the Lost Paradise.

Let's meet our beauties!

Let's start with the broken king. Lost Paradise has quite a motley crew. Also, everything on the clothes is very scattered. Lucifer is wearing a strict black suit and a white striped shirt. An interesting observation: for Luci, both when he was still an angel and when he fell, The chest is open, emphasizing the scar. And he did not appear because of a fall from heaven. The scar was probably received before these events. (Fight for Seraphim's place?)

As shown in Liouifer's stories, his snake is alive, or rather, can come to life and move on its own.

I just want to throw in one thought: the biblical seraphim were created only to fly next to God and sing into his ears that he is so wonderful. This means that all Seraphim, including Luci, have a beautiful voice)

Well first of all, gooooospaby, how I love this dragon!!

And secondly, doesn’t it seem strange to anyone that the staff of Gamigin (the dragon) are different from Gamigin (the demon)? As you know, Gamigin (dragon) devoured the demon who slept with him, and apparently the dragon's pearl greatly changed the staff.

The gamigin himself is dressed in formal attire. But the casual look of directional sleeves makes the look looser. And also sneakers. Sneakers, damn it. Okay, if he likes it, then I won't mind. Blue color evokes pleasant and gentle sensations, but also helps reduce the desire to sleep. Nice contrast between Gamigin's activity and tenderness

Marbas... His clothes are more like ordinary clothes in a mental hospital, but the factory did not have white fabric, and they took some kind of black one. I still don’t quite understand why he would chain himself in this during a fight. This is inconvenient and even dangerous. Either I don't understand something, or I don't understand something. But nevertheless, he has a very interesting design.

No shoes. My pants are constantly falling down (my friend: Was it too weak to lower my pants any lower?) I have a long-sleeve shirt that reveals my shoulders almost completely. Acts as a straitjacket, but looks good in everyday life. (I hope it doesn't hurt for him to walk😔)

My sunshine Morax!☺️ I love him so much, I just can’t 🥹

He already has a more strict form of someone like a general. It can be assumed that he is more responsible for the military part of Lost Paradise .

He is probably in the same position as Glasialabolas (I hope I wrote it correctly), but as we have already noticed, PL is a more modest country than in Hades. Origin unknown. Most likely born in LP

He's covered in bandages. God, please give him a rest. Tie him down, but let him recover.

Next up is Buer. One of two demons, behind which there is some kind of creature. You can guess from his clothes that he is from Tartarus. But with feet stained with the gold of the Tartarus River, his origins are confirmed.

Dressed in a kimono of gold, red and black. In China these colors mean wealth (who would doubt it), joy and prosperity. (Buer makes me feel like he is a Chinese healer living high in the mountains. Healing, only those who have a pure soul, hee hee hee)

Also, according to official data from the Belphegor event, I am adding Batin to this collection, since he was born in the Lost Paradise.

He is a laid back lover of travel. Like most of the demons of Paradise Lost, he is dressed in black. Apparently in Nifelheim, Batin is also something of a general. In every country, one way or another there is a demon responsible for the troops, but in Gehenna this is not visible, since everyone has the same uniform.

I'm not entirely sure what culture Paradise Lost represents, as there's a lot going on there. I think this is the people who came together piece by piece from other countries. They brought something of their own to the new lands, combining knowledge with others, and this is how they turned out to be a unique nation. Friendly and quiet by nature. But as soon as you get to know them better, you will immediately see the warmth,which they emit. Although there is another facet that is in the shadows - their cruelty and indifference. It is shown when Adu or their loved ones.

The text turned out longer than I thought. OK...Thank you for reading! Write your interesting observations or thoughts about Paradise Lost!

[colleendoran]

Misunderstanding

I received a note from someone who was upset I “failed to cite Scott McCloud’s Understanding Comics” in my research for my work on Neil Gaiman's Chivalry and the essays I wrote about it. 

I really appreciate that people want to make sure credit goes where it's due, and I have a lot of respect for Scott McCloud's accomplishment with his wonderful book.  

I haven't read it myself in some years, and didn't cite it in my articles because I didn't reference it. I don't even know where my copy is so I don't know what McCloud referenced, either. 

The information in my articles re: illuminated manuscripts and the Bayeux Tapestry, as well as other theories about the development of sequential art from prehistory, not only predate McCloud's work (and in fact, predate McCloud's birth,) but they are so common and so well known in comics circles that asking me to cite them seems as weird to me as asking me to cite the information that George Washington was the first President of the United States.

A part of me wonders if someone is trying to play, "Let's you and him fight." 

No.

But I’m happy to bring to your attention some reading material.

Stephen Becker in his 1959 work Comic Art in America: A Social History of the Funnies, the Political Cartoons, Magazine Humor, Sporting Cartoons, and Animated Cartoons was among the first to discuss the Bayeux Tapestry as comic art. I read that book sometime in the 1980’s. I think a lot of people assume the Bayeux tapestry as comic art was McCloud’s idea, but we don’t all walk around with a reference library in our heads, so there you go. I can’t find my copy of Becker’s work to quote, but I did find an article by Arthur Asa Berger with a mention of the Bayeux Tapestry as comic art in the summer 1978 issue of The Wilson Quarterly.

My first exposure to the idea of comics as descendant of fine art was Maurice Horn’s 1976 The World Encyclopedia of Comics which was my first read re: comics history. I still have my tattered 1976 edition. 

While Horn scorned the idea that tapestries and manuscripts could be comic art (see, it was a matter of discussion way back then, so much so that authors were writing snarky asides to one another about it,) he believed the origin of sequential art was in the Renaissance sketches of Leonardo da Vinci - which I think everyone now agrees is kind of a bonkers idea.

I think Horn was just intent on elevating the comic art form by hooking up with da Vinci.

You go, boi.

Comics as descendant of art on scrolls is a very common theory, the easiest to trace being in Manga! Manga! The World of Japanese Comics by Fred Schodt published in 1983 when I was still a teenager. I can't find my copy to show examples, but this text is still in print and you can go read it for yourself. 

I was introduced to manga by cartoonist Leslie Sternbergh and bought Schodt’s book at Books Kinokuniya on (I think) a trip to New York around the time of first publication of Schodt’s work. And years later took a trip to Japan with Fred Schodt and a group of cartoonists including Jeff Smith and Jules Fieffer, Nicole Hollander, and Denys Cowan as the guests of Tezuka Productions.

Here we all are.

So, I’m familiar with manga, see.

As for comics as descendant of cave paintings, hieroglyphics and ancient art in general, Will Eisner’s 1985 Comics and Sequential Art not only made all of those points, but made those points with comic art examples. Like these.

And this.

And this.

And more than a few words on this:

I find it amusing that someone is questioning why I didn’t cite McCloud when what you should probably be questioning is why more people don’t cite Eisner who produced his book eight years before McCloud published his and who is well known to have influenced McCloud.

Whatever. My book's autographed.

I also danced with Eisner. Eat your heart out.

Understanding Comics is a terrific work with huge advantages over every book (that I know of) about comics that came before: it taught comics entirely in the language of comics. 

But the discussion in it about the origins of comics and my work especially re: illuminated manuscripts/tapestries, did not originate with McCloud. I research illuminated manuscripts because it’s my hobby and it informs my art. 

I encourage everyone to read Understanding Comics because it is an outstanding work.

But it’s not the book that introduced me to the concepts of the development of comic art. It’s not even the point of origin of those concepts. So, there is no reason to cite it.

Also, shocking as it may seem, I occasionally come up with ideas on my own. While I'm younger than McCloud, I've actually been a comics pro longer than he has. So I've had plenty of opportunity to, you know, read things and toss things around, and decide for myself.

When I first read Chivalry and first begged Neil Gaiman to let me adapt it, my head full of the work of Alberto Sangorski and his art for Tennyson’s Le Morte D’Arthur, Understanding Comics hadn’t been published yet.

It's been a good twelve years since I last read McCloud's work, and I don't think I've spoken to him five times in the last three decades. But I'm pretty sure he never mentioned Sangorski.

I hope that clears everything up, and maybe introduces some of you to some works you might not be aware of.

Have a great day.

[koolades-world]

Hi i don't know if anyone else gave this idea but i'm saying it anyway. I like Satan x MC stories and i was thinking about...what if MC has anger issues and because of that they recived horrible comments?.

I like to think that MC doesn't have many friends because of that and because people don't understand them, It makes MC even more upset with others and themselves but everything changes when they meet Satan and see that they are not alone.

MC would spend a lot of time with him so they can both help each other and grow together, of course at first the brothers didn't care because they didn't understand them very well either but over time they began to feel jealous.

I think this Is a great idea for an MC and Satan angst/fluff story but feel free to write It or not, Hope you like this ♥️

hi!

you're so right, this has great hurt/comfort potential! i love anything satan and i love the dynamic these two would have!! the day i stop loving satan is the day i die. i'll be in the nursing home and still talking about my little pookie LOL

enjoy <3

understanding

If you would've told your past self where you were now, you would have laughed. You would've never guessed that it would taking going to hell and back, literally, to find someone you could be yourself around.

The day you arrived in the Devildom, it had just been another day. You were getting ready to wind down for the evening when you were swept away and planted in front of who you later got to know as Diavolo. Since you were half asleep, you thought what you were experiencing was a dream, so you went along with everything with no questions. When you awoke the next morning, it was a different story. The only one who was able to get through to you was Satan, who you'd only met briefly the previous day. After that, it was all history.

Before you'd met Satan, forming relationships had been somewhat of an endeavor. You struggled to get close to those around you without scaring them away by accident. You wished they would just stick around to hear you out. Satan did just that because he understood where you were coming from. It was refreshing. The two of you became fast friends and helped each other grow. You exchanged tips and tricks, as well as always being there for the other. Your bond was only strengthened when the two of you formed a pact to the point where the two of you were essentially inseparable.

However, while you grew closer to Satan, you grew more distant from the other brothers. It wasn't unexpected since Satan was the only one who'd truly understood you, but that didn't mean it wasn't upsetting. Just because you knew the pain didn't mean that it didn't hurt. You weren't all that sure why though. You'd been getting much better with keeping yourself in check, and they were used to your tendencies since they'd know Satan since arriving in the Devildom. You thought things might have been different this time.

But, insanity was doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result.

After another long day at RAD, you arrived home and sat in the living room by the fire. You were doing the work you'd been assigned earlier that day. You heard someone enter the room, and take a seat on the sofa behind you. Paying them no mind, you kept working. The longer you sat there, the more you felt their eyes boring a hole in the back of your head. You tried your best to keep your focus on your work, since you lived there too and had just as much of a right as they did to sit in common space.

But, as things usually went, you struggled to ignore the eyes trained on you. So, the moment they dared to utter a word, you blew up. You hadn't had a fit of rage that intense since you came to the Devildom. Of course, it wasn't just the staring that got to you. It was all the pent up emotions you'd accrued over the course of months. At some point, you felt tears slip down your face as you shouted whoever happened to was sitting there. They decorated your face as a display of your unspoken feelings. To you, there was no point in wiping them away when more were just going to fall. Through the blur of tears, you couldn't tell and you didn't bother to try to figure out.

You threw down your work on the coffee table, and stormed out of the room. You let your feet take you to where ever they wanted to, which is how you found yourself outside of Satan's door. But, your arms wouldn't move, so you just let your head hit the door. You heard Satan within, moving to the door. He cracked it, and upon seeing the state you were in, ushered you in.

For a bit, the two of you just sat in silence. You sat side by side on his bed, his arm around your shoulders. He offered you a tissue, which you simply balled up in your hand.

"What's wrong?" He finally spoke.

"It's dumb." You responsded.

"Nothing is dumb. This is a safe space. You can tell me." He reassured you. You were quiet again for a little bit, trying to gather your thoughts and put them into words.

"I don't know why, but I hate your brothers. Not in a hatred way, but they infuriate me. I can't describe it." You spat out the words like they were bitter in your mouth. Satan pondered your words for a moment. You were a little afraid to look at him, but you were greeted with his beautiful green eyes searching you.

"You just want them to like you, don't you?" He said. You slowly nodded, thinking about his words. "I was in the same position once. I was afraid they were going to hate me for what I was, so I tried to change." He looked as if he wanted to say more, but stopped himself.

"What did you do?" You weren't sure why exactly you were asking. To get advice for your current situation or to hear the end of the story, you were unsure.

"I stopped pretending to be something I wasn't, and just became me. Yes, I did learn to control my wrath, but I was myself." Satan had a far off look in his eyes, likely reminicing.

"Is that why they hate me?" You gnawed at your lip at the prospect of them hating the mask you tried to present to the outside world.

"No. I don't think they actually dislike you. I know them. It may not be as well as they know each other, but it's enough to know they don't distain you." He refocused his gaze on you again.

"Then what is it?" You felt a slight rage simmering again. Just the thought of the brothers was sending you into a tizzy.

"I think they're jealous." He stated.

"Of what? My anger issues?" You scoffed at yourself.

"Of us." He presented this as if it was common knowledge, leaving you a little puzzled.

"What do you mean?" Time felt like it slowed down when you heard his words.

"I think they envy the bond that we have. They see the you that you are around me, and wish they could have the same. Since they were so cold to you at first, however, they're finding it hard to break the ice." Satan spoke slowly, each word deliberate. "No pun intended." You let out a little snort at that.

"Do you really think that?" You could feel the rage begin to dissipate as you let his words sink in.

"I do." The two of you sat without exchanging words again as you digested the information. A small grin formed on your face. "There's that smile." He beamed.

"Thank you. Sorry for not telling you sooner." You hung your head a little, almost ashamed of your actions.

"No need to apologize. But, next time, do come to me. Even if I don't have the answer, you shouldn't keep it all in like that." Satan lightly ruffled your hair affectionately.

"I'm glad to have met you."

"Me too."

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

"You're staying here."

A/N: Spoilers for Prologue, Books 1-6, and certain events. Sorry! I've had this story in my drafts for so many months. I hope ya'll enjoy it and please let me know what you think.

EDIT: I accidentally posted this while in the middle of editing and decided to still work on it while it was posted XD

". . . What? Hang on--"

"Calm down, we just need you to be our in-between in case the beast gets to us. Having you up here means you can get to the Headmaster faster--"

"Wait, stop. Stop." Yuu squinted at Leona, incredulous. "You could have one of your dormmates do that. Your dorm is based on athletics, I'm pretty sure whoever he is could get to the Headmaster faster than me. Not to mention, I'm a Beast Tamer, I should be going with you guys!"

"You're also magicless." Leona was mercilessly blunt with that fact. The words reminded Yuu of all the jabs of random bullies throughout the schoolyear, and they gritted their teeth. Before they could argue back, Leona said, "I'm not saying that that makes you useless, but let's face it: you're not going to survive that oversized house cat unless you can put up a barrier or counter a spell."

"I probably wasn't meant to survive a lot of things since coming here, but look what happened--" Yuu spread their arms out--"I'm alive anyways."

"It's probably because you had one of us or Grim with you," Ace said. "Dealing with the ghosts at Ramshackle the first night and every other thing after that, Grim. Fighting the Phantom in the mines, the three of us. All of the Overblots, a group of us." He was counting off each instance with his fingers, clearly not sorry for making a case against Yuu. "I know you're not thrilled about being left out of something as big as this, but without Grim, you're not going to be able to do much, let alone protect yourself. We can't keep an eye on you either, so it's basically better if you stay here."

He didn't shrink away from the look of betrayal and anger on Yuu's face and stood still when they marched up to him. "Okay, first of all, when have I ever asked any of you to keep an eye on me? Yeah, never. And second in case you forgot, I've handled myself pretty damn well when it came to random magic crap. I literally can't count how many times I almost got burnt by fireballs, impaled by ice, and struck by lightning by people that can't aim, and there are a lot of them at this school. Yeah, Vargas's 'catch-up' lessons helped with my speed, but my point still stands."

They held up a hand, stopping Ace from rebutting. "And if you're going to bring up Grim probably throwing out spells with weird side effects, don't. I've suffered enough curses getting thrown at me and potions being snuck into my food to get used to weird effects."

"Wait, people have been doing those things?!" Kalim's eyes were wide in disbelief and shock. "Why?"

Yuu half-heartedly tossed their arms, palms turning upward, as a form of a shrug. "Probably because they're assholes and I'm an easy guinea pig. If we're being a little pessimistic, it's probably also because no one would miss me. Magicless nobody from another world and all that."

"That's a horrible thing to think about!" Kalim cried. The Ramshackle Prefect was a helpful person and tried avoiding trouble the best they could. Not to mention, they weren't in line for something major like a merchant business or a throne. How could anyone want to trouble Yuu? (And how could Yuu think no one would miss them?)

"No surprise they'd think that," Idia mumbled.

"Hate to break it to you, but even if you got potioned and cursed a lot, there's still going to be something you won't be able to handle," Ruggie said. "I get what you mean, though. I got cursed and potioned a bunch of times before I started working for Leona and still a little after. At some point, you're more annoyed than bothered by whatever happens to you."

There were times he saw his freshman self in Yuu. Struggling to understand the lessons, having to bear with a handful of cruel upperclassmen or fellow classmates, left to carry out a difficult task on their own... he sometimes may or may not have been at the right place at the right time to offer help--in exchange for a favor, of course.

"That still doesn't mean you should throw yourself into a fight without knowing what could happen to you," he added, almost scolding.

"I know, but I still helped with the Overblots, didn't I? I think that's enough proof that I can handle being in dangerous fights," Yuu said, crossing their arms. Their sleeve got pushed up and a healing scar on the back of their wrist was revealed, which caught multiple eyes.

Savanaclaw and the Leech Twins remembered the cry of fear and pain when the Octopus Phantom's tentacle snatched their arm, right after they had stepped out of the way of a funnel of water. Octavinelle and Kalim remembered Yuu being sent flying after the Genie Phantom shot a spell that created a force upon impact. They would have hit the wall like a rag doll if Azul didn't catch them with wind magic. The VDC group members remembered them on the ground, twitching sporadically as one of the Hag Phantom's regular sized apples innocently rolled away like it didn't poison them through touch. (Deuce panicked so hard he summoned a cauldron to crush it even though just stepping on the apple was all that was needed.) And who could forget Yuu yanking their arm out of a nest of thorny branches that had been summoned by the Dragon Phantom? They had scars from thorns that got particularly stuck.

After realizing they were staring, Yuu followed the gazes and put their hands in their pockets as casually as they could.

"If you're worried about us thinking less of you, I assure you we wouldn't," Azul said. "There's nothing about the offer that you should be worried about. Again, it's not because your magiclessness makes you less valuable. It's simply letting you avoid another troublesome fight."

He didn't turn on the charm; no smiles or overly fawning words. He was dead serious and it made Yuu uneasy. Why did he want them to take the offer? Although--and this uneased them much more--it was starting to feel like most of the boys were conspiring to keep them out of the fight.

"After everything you've gone through, you pretty much deserve this. Don't worry about Grim, either." Deuce pounded his chest. "We'll be sure to bring him back in one piece."

"I. . . appreciate. . ." Yuu gestured vaguely while also feeling that 'appreciate' was a strange thing to say. They didn't appreciate being pushed out of something important without being heard, and they weren't sure how to feel about the unexpected concern for their wellbeing, especially at a time like this. "I appreciate you guys wanting to give me a break, but I really am serious about coming with to save Grim."

They saw shoulders slumping and heard frustrated huffs. "Listen!" they yelled, starting to feel frustrated themself. "I almost lost Grim once! I need to be there to make sure I don't lose him again. I know you guys can do what I can't, I've seen you all fight before, and I know you all will be able to handle what's coming, but I can't stand being on the side again! So, like it or not, I'm coming with. And why do any of you care about me getting a few scratches or hits from magic, anyway? It's not like it hasn't happened before."

No one responded.

". . . Guys?"

Finally, Leona clicked his tongue. "So annoying. I told you all it would've been pointless to do this."

"What's going on?" Yuu scanned the faces around them, noticing how uneasy Jack and Riddle looked, how Ace and Deuce seemed to have something to say, how irritated or hesitant everyone else appeared. Malleus approached them and they immediately noticed his brows furrowed in concern. "Tsunotaro. . . ?"

"Two night ago, we all shared a prophetic vision, likely similar to what you have been experiencing as of late. All of us were gathered together battling the chimera form of Grim in the same area as the current one. He casted spells that were beyond his usual abilities, including one that made it hard to breathe. Somehow, in the blink of a moment, you ended up alone with him trying to get him to come to his senses."

Yuu held their breath as Malleus said, "But then he opened his mouth and lunged towards you, and the vision ended. Forgive us for not telling you sooner. It is difficult speaking of someone's prophesied death and we did not want you to lose your confidence."

Multiple eyes carefully watched Yuu process everything he said. Some wondered how this would affect their character (Malleus admired them for their courage, considering their circumstances, and Ace liked them for their gutsy and surprising moments; hopefully nothing would change).

Others hoped that Yuu would relent and let the group fight Grim without them (Rook was regretful of leaving Yuu behind, but someone as special as them needed to be kept safe; Riddle simply didn't want to lose a dear friend).

And others prepared to rebut Yuu if they were still stubborn about going (Leona was mentally groaning and Vil shared his sentiment; aside from the Freshman Squad's reputation for having hard-heads, the two understood how much Grim meant to Yuu).

The Ramshackle Prefect started to observe them in turn with an unreadable expression.

Then they scowled. "You all realize how fucked up it is to keep that a secret, right? I mean, shouldn't I be told I might be walking to my death? Or is it--I don't know. You all think I can't make my own decisions?"

"That's the thing, Yuu. You care a lot about the people around you, and when it comes to Grim, you'd do anything to keep him safe. Even if we told you about the vision, I'm willing to bet you'd try to convince us to let you come anyway," Ace said. "You're right, it was fucked up to keep the vision from you, but we can't let you be so careless about yourself, especially since it's basically confirmed you might die."

"That cat has no idea how lucky he is to have a patient and caring person like yourself," Sebek said. "It wouldn't do for him to learn it through severely injuring you."

"And actually, none of us would be able to stand it if you got hurt or worse and we had the opportunity to prevent it," Ortho said. "You've done a lot already. Just this once, we want to handle this without troubling you."

Yuu silently stared at their Squad, mouth agape.

"When we found out you had gone with Epel and Hunt to find S.T.Y.X.'s headquarters, we seriously thought wouldn't see you again," Deuce said. "You gave us a heart attack with what happened in Scarabia. What you did then was unbearable."

"I know it's pointless to think about, but I sometimes worry over what would have happened if I didn't get my Unique Magic in time," Epel said. "Seeing that vision of Grim pouncing on you, though. . . it's made it harder to sleep at night."

"Frankly, the headmaster could be more considerate of you," Jack said. "Having to take care of Grim and being a Prefect can't be easy. Not to mention, what was he thinking tasking you with stopping Azul?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the side. "On top of being a little reckless, it makes it hard to not want to pull you back from any trouble."

"So, whatever you tell us, we're not taking no for an answer," Ace concluded.

The anger they had towards everyone for their audacity to keep the vision a secret was dimmed a little (just a little) by their friends' worry for their well-being. At the same time, the worrying made their heart tremble and throat tighten. They closed their eyes and took a deep breath. "You know, this whole time I was expected to be a stone wall. I forgot what it felt like to be cared about."

"Huh?" multiple voices chorused.

"What do you mean by that?" Deuce asked.

"Well, I was pretty much thrown into a lion's den and expected to survive it. I wasn't given much sympathy either by nearly everyone I met, especially during the first month." (A few of the boys internally cringed, remembering the hurtful words he had said.) "There's also the fact that most of the school consists of pricks who are self-absorbed year-round. It's not very comforting to know that if something happens to me, there's a good chance no one's going to give me a hand, except if it's people I get along with or people who can benefit from my suffering."

"I don't blame you for wanting certain attitudes to change, but you know as well as I do that you'll encounter pricks and predators anyway beyond the school walls," Vil said but not without some sympathy.

"I do," they said bitterly. "Look, I get it. I shouldn't expect the world to hold my hand or offer me everything on a silver platter. But--god damn it, would it have killed anyone or even any of you guys to have some sympathy? To be a little more decent?”

"I was able to bear the atmosphere of NRC for a while, but at some point, it gets so fucking tiring. A student population that can't be a smidge nicer unless they're beaten up or more upfront about their actual intentions." They shook their head, then made a derisive sound. "That's why I'm having a hard time processing this. I'm sorry, but I can't wrap my head around the fact that you guys, who come from Night Raven College, are actually showing that you care."

The corner of their lip twitched upward, forming a broken smile. Concern was visible on everyone's faces.

"Yuu," Ace said, "are you okay?"

". . . No. I haven't been okay since coming here, or maybe I wasn't okay before coming here and it just got worse. I don't really know."

They turned their face to the side, but it was too late: everyone saw a tear slide down their cheek. Except for Grim and the rest of the First Year Squad, no one ever saw the Ramshackle Prefect cry. It strangely made everyone concerned, and some reached out a hand.

"Yuu..."

"Prefect..."

They raised a fist to their face, as though it could stop the tears before they could spill. They took a slow, deep breath to calm themself, but they never let that breath go in fear a sob would escape.

"Yuu." A hand gently touched their shoulder. "It's all right."

They shoved the person away. They couldn't see who it was from the torrent of tears that suddenly spilled and blinded their sight. "It's not!"

"I was starting to believe people when they said I wouldn't be anything! They told me I was useless and dumb and a nobody. They told me I should've stayed a janitor because I couldn't do anything right. They'd try to beat me up for some etiquette I didn't know or for some stupid reason."

Insulting Yuu's parents and them. . .

Riddle noticed Trey setting aside a big cookie during preparations for the Unbirthday Party. It was for Yuu. Earlier that day, someone or some people had stolen their bag and stuffed it with crumpled paper and empty food wrappers. Their notebooks--thankfully still in tact--had been tossed haphazardly around the school and led to the field where the bag was left. Trey found all this out when Ace and Deuce returned to Heartslabyul dorm scowling. The Unbirthday Party went on as usual, and Yuu seemed cheered up by the cookie and receiving the honors of petting a hedgehog. Much, much later, Riddle caught a bully red-handed and dished out the consequences for breaking Rule #53: You must replace anything you steal. Sadly, it didn't deter other bullies from stealing Yuu's bag, but Riddle still punished whoever he could for breaking an important rule and troubling someone so undeserving.

Threatening to take a tooth. . .

Leona overheard a conversation while napping in the botanical garden. In between sleep and waking, he initially thought he was dreaming the times he overheard the servants whispering disapprovingly about him. What made him wake up was hearing plots to get Yuu kicked out. He couldn't be bothered to care what ridiculous crap the herbivores in the other dorms or his juniors in Savanaclaw got caught up in, but this was something different. Joke or not, someone had to step in before either party gets kicked out--and that's what he did, telling the students off for planning something ridiculous and highly risky (and glaring harshly when he recognized some of the students as members of the Magift Club). After the students scrammed, he settled back down to sleep and his mind wandered to Yuu. He felt a little deja vu when he thought how they needed a tutor to keep themself from failing (and Grim too even though that fur ball could pay to be less annoying). It would dig into his rest time, but he had an idea for what Yuu could do to make up for that. Say, help a certain hyena finish his given tasks quicker.

"It feels like I'm only here for people to use or take from. I keep wondering why it always happens. Is there something wrong with me? Was there some invisible sign telling people I was a tool that didn't need repairs? Was I cheap labor because I'm on the bottom of some hierarchy?"

Taking Ramshackle Dorm away. . .

Once, Azul came across a group of students playing 'keep away' with Yuu and their lunch box. For a moment, he was reminded of his child self, trying to get back a seashell from a couple of bullies who were tossing it to each other over his head and taunting his slowness. He snapped out of his memories when Ace, Deuce, and Grim entered the scene, magic ablazed and yelling. It wouldn't be the first time he would see this happen: anytime anyone picked on Yuu while using magic, their friends would come to their aid. (If Azul had to be honest, he envied the Ramshackle Prefect for having people like the First Year Squad look out for them.) But then, some time after his Overblot, he came across a couple of students on brooms waving Yuu's homework from their perch. The sight particularly irked him, but before he could step in, one of the bullies lost his grip and a couple of papers got blown away. The rest of the homework got lost when he and his accomplice tried grabbing the sheets. It all drifted onto the wet grass below or sailed over the trees, and the bullies, suddenly remembering they had something more important to do, left Yuu scrambling to salvage what they could. Azul wouldn't forget the Prefect's face when they asked, defeated, what he wanted in exchange for helping them with the missing papers. He neither wouldn't forget their face when they asked how he had been able to deal with being picked on so much. For once, he didn't feel the urge to strike a deal.

Using them for a plan. . .

When the high of partying in the desert died down, all Jamil could think about was how he would tell his family that he Overblotted and why. It churned his stomach picturing their horrified faces, and it was made worse when he wondered what the Al-Asim family would do if they heard that their heir had been caught in a dangerous situation by none other than the loyal best friend. What would happen to him and his family then? Amidst the inner turmoil, the Ramshackle Prefect and Grim were far from his mind until he and Kalim found them practicing for the VDC tryouts. A proper apology was due, but he didn't have one prepared. It didn't seem to matter to the two, though, as they acted like nothing happened. As though he didn't force them to "solve" another dorm problem right after Grim expressed not wanting to. When Vil Overblotted, he saw Grim rearing to fight while voicing how troublesome it was to deal with yet another Overblot. His eyes slid over to Yuu. . . and it was crystal clear they didn't want to deal with anything anymore. They stared at Vil's cackling, levitating figure with despair, eyes telling of exhaustion and mouth tugging into a grimace, a sign of reluctant acceptance. He tried to protect them when he could from poisonous spells--emphasis on tried, since he still had Kalim to keep safe--and afterwards, offered leftover food whenever Scarabia had parties.

"Was an Overblot all it took for people to see me differently? I can't control how other people act, only how I respond. All I can do is take things easy and forgive, but I don't know if I can keep doing it. It's just. . ."

Their voice trembled. "So hard to keep going when it seems like barely anyone wants to consider you."

Word spread fast around Night Raven College and it wasn't long before Vil recognized that Yuu was in a challenging position: they lived in a literal ramshackle dorm, had to live on a small budget, and were entirely new to this world. He had to hand it to them, they possessed quite the will and backbone. After all they experienced, he counted himself lucky that they warmed up to him rather quickly--which was why he noticed how tensely quiet they became the night after their friends snuck a bite of unknowingly cursed dessert. When asked, they told him bluntly that it was painful seeing food used like that. They were struggling to pay off lunch debts and it was made much worse when already broken windows broke a little more or parts of the roof had to be patched up after a short downpour. Vil could see a little hunger in their eyes as they talked of instances where they had to decide between repairs and eating dinner that night, even the next two nights. He didn't know about their struggles in the first place, but he nonetheless felt terrible about what he did and deeply apologized. For the rest of the VDC training camp, he ignored any footsteps that came from the Prefect's bedroom and headed downstairs, even as they made the floorboard creak loudly.

Idia sometimes thought about how the Prefect looked when they thanked him for listening to their rambles of all the anime they watched back on Earth. The two of them were sitting in Ramshackle Dorm's lounge, waiting for the next level of the game to finish loading, when he glanced over. Serene and distant, like they had recounted a fond memory. He thought back to all the isekai manga, anime, and video games he consumed. Some protagonists seemed pretty eager to be in another world, others were immediately wishing to go back home, but those who expressed homesickness did it in a cool way, like staring at a moon while sitting next to a best friend (he did remember reading fanfiction where it was more emotional, though.) None had a protagonist talk about something as mundane as the shows they loved to watch, let alone a protagonist who would talk to someone awkward like him. Didn't Yuu have their squad for these sort of heart to heart things? But they insisted that he was the guy they wanted to talk to; according to them, he was the most similar to the friends they rambled to about anime and would very likely 'get' what they would be talking about. Idia was simultaneously flattered and frightened: flattered because his expertise in the media was recognized and frightened because he was in a position reserved for those with high relationship levels. In fact, he panicked when Yuu suddenly got teary-eyed. The saving grace was the next level finishing loading and the characters getting thrown into chaos. The next time he came to Ramshackle Dorm, he brought with him some anime he thought Yuu would appreciate.

"And that's the thing. I don't understand how people forget there's more to a person than whether they have magic. There were times I wished no one had magic so they'd just shut up and stop acting like they're better than me or anyone else. It's like having magic is an excuse to be an ass."

Yuu sometimes joined Malleus on his nighttime strolls. Most nights they would be sound asleep, which was why he treasured the times they were awake enough to walk with him. The two talked about anything that came to mind: gargoyles, schoolwork, differences between Earth and Twisted Wonderland. Then one night, Yuu casually mentioned that many of the students were rather. . . unwelcoming. "Some of them act like I don't exist, but it's better than getting my homework stolen and thrown to the wind." He was surprised, but not unfamiliar with bullying from Lilia's recollection of cruel humans and various history lessons. He asked why. They shrugged, answering, "Probably because I'm low on the hierarchy. I don't have basic knowledge on magic on top of being magicless." When he said it still didn't warrant such behavior, they smiled sadly and replied, "Well, that's how it goes when you got something another person doesn't, and that other person just so happens to not really fit in a certain place." Later, Malleus was distraught to hear from Lilia that some of the students who were unkind to Yuu were of Diasomnia. The dorm was founded on the elegance of the Thorn Witch, surely the students would act with decor. But Lilia told him not to worry, he had a word with those students on being more open. But Malleus still wondered if there was something he could do. It turns out the answer was simple (even though it took place after his Overblot): hang out with Yuu during the daytime. They were a fellow student, were they not? So why should they be treated any different?

"Sometimes, I wonder if anything would change if I Overblotted. Would anyone wonder then why it happened and be nicer? Or. . ." Yuu let out a bitter scoff. "Would nothing change and people just see me more as an alien freak?"

They scrubbed the tears in their eyes. "Maybe I'm just a dumb ass and my Phantom would just eat me. It's not like I have anything else to offer it. God, what am I doing?"

The weight of what they had spilled for the past couple of minutes started crashing down like a crumbling shelf. They didn't want to see what the others' reactions were and continued to wipe their eyes with their hands and sleeves, even if there wasn't much to wipe. Their mind cycled through anything they could say to escape such an embarrassing situation. So sorry, I didn't know where it came from. Let's go back to arguing why I can't come with you guys to save my cat. He has been nothing but a pain in the ass, I should know, but he's become nicer and been my primary protector. He keeps insisting he'd protect me because he's the boss and I'm his henchman, and it's so endearing sometimes. And he's comforted me when I become so sick and just need someone to hold me--

"How long has this been going on for?" It was a gentle question. Yuu lowered their hand and found Ace and Deuce standing before them, the worry on their faces making their heart clench.

"A long time."

"Why didn't you say anything? We could have done something, you know," Deuce said.

Yuu shook their head. "This school runs on sink or swim. 'Losers don't have the right to complain.' And did you guys forget that we're freshmen? What can you guys do against the whole school? I actually talked about this with the school counselor and all he could do was apologize and tell me he'll put in a note for the headmaster."

Yuu almost laughed at the faces Ace and Deuce made. "I'm pretty sure I'm his first case for something like this."

"Still, you shouldn't just take everything lying down," Deuce said.

"I don't want to anymore, but I'm so tired of fighting. At what point can I stop?"

Yuu was once again seen under a new light. The viewpoint was different for each boy: from magicless outlier to honorary dorm member, notorious problem solver to exhausted errand runner, doe-eyed student to determined but kind mastermind, just to name a few. Yuu had laid bare wounds previously covered up by uniform sleeves, things they couldn't talk about or didn't feel comfortable sharing because otherwise they'd go against the school norm and grab negative attention to themself. Their closest friends knew of these wounds; others caught glimpses of certain parts. With the revelation, they all shared a similar viewpoint: an ordinary person so far from home, dropped into a magical, chaotic world and more vulnerable than what anyone realized. More exhausted and heavily scarred than what anyone realized.

"When Leona told me to stay here, I thought all along you guys didn't think of me as someone who could stand beside you and that everything had just been you all tolerating me." Yuu's voice dropped to a whisper. "That had hurt me more than any of you could know."

". . . Anyone who thinks you're undeserving of your position knows absolutely nothing," Riddle said. "Not counting your grades, you've proven yourself enough to have a place in this school."

Yuu gave Riddle a wobbly smile and he found himself feeling a little bashful. "Thanks, Riddle."

The smile suddenly became strained and they looked away. "I'm sorry. I know I said I took things easy and forgave, but--" they grimaced--"I can't bring myself to let go of some things you and the others did."

A/N: This accidentally became a two parter

EDIT: I forgot to add the link to part 2. Here it is

[fluff-n-cookies]

the Baby Cat pt.1

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shout out to @hinari27 who practically begged me for this, sorry it came out so late.

( here's some Context) please read, you will be VERY confused without it but do come back.

and here's my masterlist and the baby cat series masterlist.

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TW: MURDER, LIGHT SWEARING.

it all seemed so fast. one moment he was reaching for the knife, and at the time it all seemed like so much, So terrifying, so complicated. the voices practically Screamed in his head as Aizawa Reveled in the feeling of freedom as he finally finished the job, ending your mothers life. he did what his brother failed to do. Aizawa managed to finally have you all to himself.

the pounding rain outside didn't help either, the inconsistent beat only added to the already howling voices.

but much like the rain, the headaches, the stress, the pain, won't last forever. But it will come back .

as the rain slowed down, so did the high of murder.

so for now, he could love you without the problem of your mother or your father standing in the way.

but now that the deed was done, it all seemed so Simple!

his life's purpose wasn't to be a hero, it was to be a hero to you! his sweet baby! the voices simmered down, before going away completely. now the next order of buisness. making sure you haven't woken up from your nap, it took him Forever to get you to sleep, especially since that Bitch-of-a-mother didn't help at all.

Aizawa sneaked into his once a guest room that had now been turned into a nursery and bedroom for you and your now dead mother. and as Aizawa peered down at your tiny sleeping form a strange feeling of calm washed over him, a feeling of... rest? how odd. he hasn't felt this in years. something about having you all to himself, having you all safe and cozy protected from the cruel world out there, gave him peace of mind.

he spent some time, about 20 minutes, looking over you, calming you down every time you stirred in your sleep. the feeling growing in his chest.

he then went to go get you some formula from the kitchen (where your mother was brutally murdered) but them it dawned on him that

there is a dead body on the floor.

THE BLOOD IS SEEPING INTO THE CARPET NOOO

ERI IS HOME

THEY RAN OUT OF FORMULA

now, Aizawa is a man of many talents but this is too much for one man alone, but it is not too much for the duo of a life time! EraserMic!

because when there is a dead body on the floor it is best to get the walking microphone that you tell all your secrets to to help you clean up.

of course. there is the problem of Eri, eh, Eri will understand, Eri is a good girl. Eri loves you too <3.

Aizawa made his way to Eri's room, knocking on the door until he heard the little girl squeak out a "Come in!" the little girl whipped her head around to face Aizawa before running up to him to hug his legs.

"hi." she said in a small voice, looking up at him with those big red eyes of her's.

"hey. Listen, you know your baby sis (y/n)?" Aizawa asked crouching down to do so. "She's gonna be staying with us! her momma left her with us."

Eri Gasped in Excitement, "Really! She's staying?!"

"mmhm! why don't you go to her room and wake her up to play, Uncle Mic is going to be helping clean the kitchen with some chemicals so don't go there for some time, and show (y/n) the rain will you-"

Aizawa didn't even get to finish his sentence, for Eri was already out the door, running to her sister's room, and aizawa chuckled, maybe, maybe, this wouldn't be so bad.

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Stay tuned! I'll be doing Part 2 of this soon! where present mic and Eri hang out with (y/n) and Aizawa encounters a Karen shaming him for being in the Formula aisle saying "he probably couldn't keep a wife and now has to do it himself." Aizawa is going to sucker punch someone.

[wr1t3w1tm3]

More unsolicited thoughts on The Outsiders a New Musical.

Tw: mention of suicide in some of the last paragraphs. If you've read the book/watched the movie, ya know.

Contains spoilers for all forms of The Outsiders (book, movie, and musical). All spoilers are below the cut.

I figured out why some of the songs in the new Outsiders musical didn't make as much sense.

They changed several plot points!!!

Most aren't egregious and I'm cool with them, but there are a couple they got me some kinda way.

(This is based if the plot synopsis on Wikipedia. It could be wrong but it's all I've got cause im a broke pleb).

In Chronological Order:

Obviously there is no Steve. Personally don't care either way. Like him and Soda's platonic relationship, particilarly what we see in the movie, but otherwise I understand why it was easier to cut his role.

Johnny only got jumped a week before the musical (but then Justice for Tulsa sounds weird because Cherry suggests Johhny killed because of how Bob treated him and she implies that he was hurt a while ago...? IDK man. Not to big a gripe but it's just weird).

Grease got a Hold is essentially a ritual initiation because Ponyboy survived getting jumped (they skip his getting saved by the gang by having Pony get knocked out) so him surviving makes him a Greaser? I don't understand and frankly I would've preferred slightly less deviation from the source material here but again, I don't mind this change, it's all down to preference.

I almost don't like how much of a main character Darry has become? Like I like him in the adaptation, but I feel like his upgrade came at the cost of the downgrade of Soda and Two-Bit. I love both those characters and from what I've read/heard they both had there roles reduced, Soda it seems almost severely. But typical middle child shit I guess. Again, he could have a lot of speaking bits because I'm going off a couple synonpses and the cast album, but man I miss him. And Two Bit. I hope that they at least had him and Pony together going to visit Johnny. That's one of my favorite parts of the book and movie.

They add a scene between Johnny and Dally where Dally sees Johnny outside his house. I'm out of order here bit it's the night before the Drive In. Johnny says he's afraid to leave because his dad could kill his mom? Interesting take on that relationship but okay. I do love this scene personally.

I don't know if we get the Two Bit and Marcia fling. It didn't get mentioned in the plot synopsis so I won't comment further.

The addition of Ponyboy going unconcscious during the first fight means I get a two nickles meme about Ponyboy blacking out during fights in this musical.

There's no Randy?!?!? @annacatbeth13 said he got cut for the Broadway run and I'm sorry. He is a hella good character and even though his movie role is reduced, he's so good. I kinda feel like the musical suffers by having only Cherry as the oposition to Soc POV when you've got minimum of Pony and Johnny verbally against the Greaser POV and Darry is very much contrary in action during the book/movie and verbally here.

B/c there's no Randy a lot of Bob and Randy scenes are just Bob and Soc scenes.

I'm sorry, the fact that the guy who plays Bob plays the cop that investigates Bob's murder is sending me. MF rolls up like "yeah, I didn't just die here. This is fine" and everyone rolls with it. It's show business, I understand, but I feel like if I saw this show in person I'd notice and I'd lose it.

Also, I'm gonna note here that Brent Comer played Paul in La Jolla and now plays Darry. Ironic. Speaking of Paul and Darry as much as I don't like them removing Randy using Paul to fill his role as Bob's friend works quiet well. However, isn't Paul 20? And wasn't Bob like 17 or 18? I have questions that I'm not sure I can answer so I'm just gonna assume they were friends in high school and Paul stayed local for college.

I also don't know if they end up going to the Dairy Queen? Like the synopsis says that Dally comes up to see them and that it's Pony's discarded cigarette that starts the fire... but then the kids show up out of nowhere so where the hell did they come from? This entire incident is assumedly spoken so all I've got's the synopsis.

I was told again by @annacatbeth13 that Randy sang Hopeless War with Cherry and Pony and dammit, they took out that entire thing and that is such a catalyst for Ponyboy seeing the world in shades of gray like Cherry mentions in Hopeless War and I'm... I'm sorry. It just feels kinda wrong. I understand why they had to cut him but dammit it doesn't mean I'm not sad.

Everything in the hospital feels rushed. It does seem like they cut the Two-Bit taking Pony to the hospital bit (which makes sense, still sort of makes me mad). It also sounds like they upped Johnny's charge to first degree murder!! Like that doesn't make sense to me. He didn't premeditate shit. I honestly don't even think you could get second degree murder to stick. They then just mention and drop the charges in like the same song? Or in pretty rapid succession because it seems like the cut the juvenile court and Darry having to be checked on by the state storylines. Again, I understand having to strip a musical down to be a bit more barebones because of time contsraints but, like, if Fiddler can have four different plot lines within the same family, you can have the main issue, the sibling fight, and the Pony/Cherry/Randy bit. It's only three plotlines. I don't know why this makes me so mad but it does and IDK why?

I love Trouble. I love Darry in that song. And Dally. But also... Pony in the book and movie has been in multiple rumbles. It is mentioned in greater detail in the book and I don't know how I feel about them making Ponyboy so innocent. Like. He was never innocent, in the book and the movie. Everyone just thought he was? Again, simplifying for time constraints but I do miss it.

I like what they did with Paul. He's always felt very flat, more of a mirror to reflect Darry against same as Steve reflected Soda and Cherry/Randy/Johnny reflected Pony. But I do like the sort of righteous indignation they gave this version of Paul. It gives him that little bit of motivation to convince me that he should be at the rumble, despite being 20. Because in the book we get told that Darry is there specifically as the leader of Pony's "gang" but we don't get told why Paul is there so it feels odd. The musical does rectify that, which I kind of like.

However, I have to say I love Dally and Johnny's relationship in this musical. Just based on what I've seen they made it the most clear and concise interpretation of all versions of this story. Both songs where Dally talks to Johnny he refers to him as little brother, which cements that relationship and helps us understand why he eventually snaps. Which I will be talking about but I cannot give enough praise for their relationship.

I also cannot give enough praise for Cherry. I don't know exactly what they did, and they really ramped up Cherry's invovlement because she had to take some of Randy's place but they did such a good job with her. I like how they put her in the middle of all the conflicts (mostly with the Justice for Tulsa number) and I think seeing how she reacts really cemented this version as my favorite. I think they manage to get across that she actually does care about Johnny and Pony as people. All the other versions she comes off as pitying them which I don't like because it feels fake. And I understand why Pony doesn't like her. I kind of like that her relationship with him extends to her giving him Johnny's clothes because she starts volunteering at the hospital. I think that also helps humanize her too.

Alright, this is the most egrious change, in my humble opinion. They change how Dally dies. I think that him commiting suicide is necessary to the story, but in the musical he JUMPS IN FRONT OF A TRAIN!! You could argue that this is because a train killed the Curtis Parents (as seen in the complete novel edition of the movie) and you could argue that it's a symbol of death or of constancy for the Curtis' as they lose people to trains (technically Pony and Johnny are taken away to Windrixville via train). However... I think it still would've made more sense to stick to Dally dying via suicide by cop. It seems like they cut the Dairy Queen scene and if they did they probably cut Dally carrying a heater, which then makes the suicide by cop not work so they have him jump in front of a train... but that still feels out of character to me. I could be wrong, but when Pony talks about how Dally would go, he says Dally would die young and violent and angry. Him jumping in front of a train doesn't tell me he was angry. It tells me he was depressed. While you still get desperation, it's sad desperation. Not the angry desperation that you get with him doing the suicide by cop.

It would not surprise me in the slightest if they choose not to use Dally's original death because of the police discourse in the media. I want to say now that I have several cops/ex-cops in my family and from what they have told me, if someone pulled a stunt like what Dally did in the movie/book, they would be forced to shoot. It becomes a kill or be killed situation because they don't know if the gun is loaded. Now, the offending officer would be tried later on for manslaughter or related crimes but probably acquitted because they couldn't have known (in the movie it's debatable because the gang yells that the gun isn't loaded, but the police still probably wouldn't have listened). I think that the writers probably wanted to avoid having that controversy drum up. I can't blame them, still pisses me off.

All that being said, I do like this adaptation. But of the three versions of this piece of media, it's my least favorite. Love all the songs, love what characters we do have, and this is by far my favorite Cherry and my favorite portrayal of Johnny and Dally's relationship, but I don't like what they did to Dally in the end. No hard feelings against anyone who likes this or the creatives behind it, but it's just not my favorite and I don't know how faithful I would consider this adaptation.

[yuseirra]

onk spoilers (161)

Sorry, I really can't keep quiet about this because this series has been my brainrot for the past couple months and this is pretty..;; hehe.. depending on how it plays out, it will determine how I'll feel about this entire work completely. So bear with me for the next few weeks!

There are a few panels that really stand out in terms of expressions that really bug me, this guy could be acting. Putting the rest in the read-more, I'm vagueposting but still, I feel it's better manners to do so.. I'm sorry for being unable to keep to myself. I hope you understand though, I've been drawing something for this series almost every single day!

There are a few really genuine-looking ones and those.. could be interpreted as him being concerned over Aqua, it's not really my wishful thinking because he's actually persuading his son to think of things he must live for, regardless of what thoughts and intent he has behind it. He DOES want Aqua to live, and when Aqua says he'd give up on that, he has the exact same face he had when he fell in despair in the movie arc (when Ai said she'd leave him/when Airi gaslit him). I think that expression IS real. And he's really shocked when Aqua.. yeah, does what he does. So I don't think he likes the idea of Aqua dying.

I've been looking at this character a lot, and came to a conclusion that his smiles are masks. I've mentioned this a few times in my earlier analyses regarding him and in one post, I wrote:

That smile he floats is consistent through the entire time he's shown in the story and the only times it breaks is when it has to do with Ai and when she sees him through. And it starts to break the moment he sees her talking about him. Every expression he makes when he sees Ai in the video are his true feelings. His smiles, on the other hand, are his coping mechanism and are all masks.

so I actually feel this is the case this time too, the author wouldn't have made this guy a genius actor who's TAUGHT Ai to act for nothing... The whole chapter starts out with his expression being expressionless, then forming a smile, just before he starts saying everything onwards. And by doing this, he IS actually talking to his son to forget about killing him and go on living his own life while sounding pretty evil...

but that means we can't believe the god or whatever she says either, so that's why I don't know. She was wrong about Ryosuke and "a middle school boy" having gone to the hospital once if Kamiki never went and it was really Nino, but would she be TOTALLY off in this case? I have no idea. That's what makes it confusing for me and have a lot less hope on how things will unveil, but the expression cues do say something... if it weren't for her, I'd say he's acting.. but the things she mentions about him are just too...that of a third-rate villain and it's so nonredeemable. If that is right, the whole idea of Ai having wanted to help him is sort of thrown out the window. They DIDN'T need to make her say that... it was so WISE of her to leave a guy like him, and all her visions of him were wrong, you know?

So I'm just.. wondering how much we need to trust the crow.

I thought I could trust her, but how much does she actually know?;

Or maybe it IS true that Kamiki's done some hideous things the way she's depicted it, and yet he doesn't want his SON to be the same way.

If there's one thing I can pick up from this chapter that's going to be released... it'd be that Kamiki doesn't want Aqua to die. He thinks there's many reasons for Aqua to go on living. If you pay careful attention to his speech, that's what he's actually talking about... he actually looked a little relieved when Aqua agrees he has a lot to live for and that breaks when Aqua still refuses.

Yeah.. I think.. I'll stick around a bit more actually. The part that REALLY bothers me is what Tsukuyomi says, if that's really true.. ehh.....it's a huge let-down for me I don't like that. It's not a very good way to use this character. It's really dumb and I don't think it works but if the author says so; okay?? but I won't feel the need to collect the physical volumes any further if that's true. That's just me though.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Mother's love

Summary:Raphael makes a deal, but you can't believe him

Type:Scenario:Angst:Raphael & M!Reader

Version:Bg3

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"There you are! I was worried you wouldn't show up," Raphael stared down at you, smirking at the glare on your face.

You frowned, knowing why he summoned you hear. He wanted to make a deal, he must have a proposal if he summoned you hear all of a sudden. But, at this point, their might be nothing that could convince you, right?

"What do you want, Devil," You spat out harshly, not truly caring what he wanted.

He tsked at your words, shaking his head at your impatient. But his grin came back, more devilish than before.

"I have a proposal, you get me the Karus crown. And I'll get you what you most desire in return" he stepped closer, a knowing look in his eye

You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes at his confidence.

"Really? And what would that be? Some coin won't cut it either," Raphael grinned even wider, stepping closer

He chuckled darkly, the look on his face sending unease down your spine.

"Well...there's a few things. I could kill your worst enemy, I could finally show you what true love is....or" He tapped his chin like he was in thought.

Rolling your eyes you mocked him with your hand, mumbling out blah blahs before crossing your arms.

"Oh please, I don't need a devil to do that for me, your just wasting my time" As soon as you turned to leave he spoke up.

"Or! Your mother's love, didn't you always want to feel her warm embrace? Her soft touch and motherly love?" His words taunted you.

Your companions glared at Raphael, only Astarion noticing how you froze, your eyes wide with regret and fear.

"You were so jealous of your sister you grew to hate her, hated her so much you tried to kill her. Did you not? I could give you her place!" His arms shot up as if he won you over.

"Oh please, Devil. Tav is better than that, he's not gonna get you the crown for that!" Wyll shouted out, he was mad, everyone could tell.

You were still frozen. Astarion was tempted to help you, but he couldn't bare to get close. The look in your eyes devastated him. Raphael snickered darkly, pushing your companions away to get to you. His hands grabbed your shoulders, leaning down to whisper to you.

"Think about it...You'll get your mom, and she'll get her son. Imagine it, you'll feel her love, and she'll feel your grief" Raphael smirked, knowing he was only rubbing salt into the wound.

Promising the impossible. Your companions tried to get closer, but only got their feet chained to the ground by a burning chain so he could taunt you more.

"No...s-she'll never... never love me again" Your head dropped, your body shaking with grief, but also desperation.

Raphael moved to stand infront of you, causing you to instinctively look up at him as he leaned down again to hold you eye contact.

"Oh but she will, all those night you dreamt of hugging her rather than yourself, feeling her tuck you in, have brunch, have that family meeting in school." Raphael grinned, knowing he was getting under your skin.

But he was right, you spent sleepless nights begging, praying, pleading for your mother to forgive you for whatever you did. Begging for you and your sister to swap places. Jahire was probably the closed person you've seen like a mother. And it hurt having a mother figure but no mother. No one to write to, no one to cry to, no one to hug you and comfort you through things. Everytime Gale talked about his mother it hurt you. And when Shadowheart reconnected with her mother you only wished you were her. You and Wyll understand eachother, not like he knows. No one does.

"Come on now, all those tears, pleads, jealousy, grudges. They'll all be gone, just sigh the contract. And you'll know what it feels like to be welcomed into a mother's arms, your mothers arms" The paper formed in his hands.

And as you read it, the more you wanted to cry. It said he'd do it, but can a devil completely change the views a person sees? You highly doubt it. A faucet seemed to turn in your head, your shaky hands tried to shove him away as tears flowed down your face. Quickly backing away wasn't a smart chance, all it did was land you on your butt. You couldn't stop the tears, sobbing into your hand at his promise. It held so much truth, or maybe you just wanted to see the smile on your mother's face when she looked at you, rather than fear or a scold. All you could imagine was her arms wrapping around you, holding you close, and it was actually Astarion and Wyll. Pulling you to your feet as Lae'zel stood infront of you, ready to attack the devil.

"We're done here, send us back now you devil!" Wyll shouted.

"Think about it, tav. I'll be there when you make up your mind" Raphael laughed loudly as he snapped his fingers.

The moment you got back to camp you collapsed. All your other companions rushed over to you. All raphael did was remind you of your mother. The last moment she hugged you, and smiled at you, and even looked at you. You couldn't stop the way your body shook. Your mother broke you like no other, she's haunted you since you were a child. And yet, even now, when you think she's gone, someone has to bring her up.

"What happened?"

"Soldier! Hey, we're here. Don't cry"

"Oh my...Tav? Hey, Tav!"

"Tav! Shit! Tav!"

Your companions voices were drowned out as you started hyperventilating. Raphael was abusing your mind, his laugh echoing through your mind, sending flashes of promises and lies, the promises that'll break you like no other. Or maybe you just finally hit your breaking point, you could only handle so much stress. Hands grabbed your from all over, but it ended so quickly as your vision blurred and your senses froze. Your body hit the ground from the overwhelming feeling moving throughout your body. So many emotions and feelings going through you at once, your body couldn't handle it. The last thing you heard was Gale screaming over everyone else, and Jahire ordering people around. Maybe when you woke it'd all be a dream, or even better. Silence, it'd be better than your companions screaming at you.

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[A/n:I'm debating if I like this. I hope you enjoyed]

[bloggingboutburgers]

cw: discussions of bullying and aphobia

Hearing aroace peoples' existential crises over their friends discussing crushes, as someone who was socially isolated and severly bullied for their whole childhood and most of their adolescence so had NO friendgroup until adulthood and NO community or inclusion in literally anything (and when it came to sex and romance the other kids explicitly considered my potential involvement in either to be impossible / laughible because of how "weird" they found me (my autistic traits before I even realised I'm autistic)), felt like starving while listening to someone else complain about the food they're actively eating.

Food intolerances and dislike of different foods (as metaphor for being aro/ace) ARE important and difficult to grapple with when you're expected to eat specific foods in specific proportions at different times - but man did it sting until I realised why I felt that way and gave myself a talking to since my trauma doesn't justify belittling the very real struggles of aroace people.

I guess since the choice between 'stay alone or conform' was never really a choice because I was rejected no matter how cis straight or allo I was it taught me to go "fuck it" and accept myself regardless of what other people do or say (which ironically has lead to me becoming dramatically popular all of a sudden at uni, which has been weird to get used to since I have literally no experience with any of this - platonic or otherwise - which did lead to some advantage being taken of me but f*ck it we ball ^^'). And I guess it's just been difficult understanding why anyone would care so much about whether they're "normal" or not? You really have nothing to gain from that, safety is not guaranteed in conformity so best to live aroace and damn all aphobes to hell if they have a problem with that.

It's a mindset I'll never understand and that's only ok now insofar as that lack of understanding no longer results in misplaced anger at people who, for a time, I had once considered spoilt, ungrateful and out of touch. Basically, I'm full of sh*t and to every aroace person reading this you deserve good friends that actually respect you for who you are and do not even TRY to get you to change your mind about sex or romance. Have a lovely day x

Sincerely,

An aggressive emotional support anon

I'm genuinely sorry for all the hardships you went through. I don't mean to equate at all, truthfully from reading you and considering I WAS asked some of those questions as a kid regardless (the "who's your crush" bullshit and whatnot), it definitely sounds like I had it less hard than you did, but... I was bullied in elementary school and middle school, also not necessarily because I was aroace (I don't know why it happened really, I don't know if anyone ever knows, I boil it down to... me being me and there being something fundamentally wrong with me ig), and I definitely also get some of those feelings of "oh boo hoo you call that struggle" boiling in me when people discuss their own past struggles sometimes, so... Yeah, every one person's experience is unique, but I can at the very least very much sympathize.

I think a way it manifests in me is that I now have that compulsive, debilitating fear of being "othered" in any way, shape, or form, so I guess being aroace doesn't help my case. But at the same time... Well, like you brilliantly put it, when you're in a situation like that, no matter what you do, you won't be accepted anyway, and having that knowledge back then is probably also what lead me to figure myself out as aroace so early in life. Because I was treated as this much of an outsider, I ironically had that much room in my own head to form my own identity, far apart from others and the need to conform. Yeah, that identity may include a "piece of shit that doesn't deserve to be supported of part of a group" side that's been forced in, buried deep down and can't be erased, but... It also includes asexual and aromantic, and it's been cemented so hard from so early with such self-affirmation that later down the line, it saved me from a lot of stuff. I never had to force myself into a romantic or sexual relationship because I was undoubtably aroace – and people saw me as an outsider and an eyesore anyway. I spent years of being scared to go to school or out in the street every day, but later down the line, somehow, I feel it saved me from doing so many things I wouldn't have wanted to do.

...Bleh, sorry, didn't mean to turn this into me-me-me crap when you had the courage and sincerity of not only showing your experience, but finding the strength to show more love, understanding and support than a lot of people probably cared to give you for so long, despite all the pain you felt for so long. I guess I just wanna say... This take is definitely inspiring, so thank you on behalf of myself and others I'm sure, but also... I hope that, for yourself, you're also managing to own what you lived through in a way that allowed you to affirm yourself more strongly (it sounds like you are, I hope it IS the case), and most importantly, I hope you're in a much better place in your life now and you'll never have to return to that level of loneliness again.

[satrs]

hi lec, how are you? ^^ i hope everything treats you well. can i request bllk characters reacting to reader's pre-menstrual mood (sad, sensitive, depressed to an extent but do it however you want!) the specific scenario would be the reader being sad, short tempered & stuff just to have period few days later. also if i could request the characters, may i request for shidou and nagi?

i love your take on sfw bllk stuff and the way your story tell, it's just so real & i'm IMMERSED in everything you wrote. you have a knack for sfw slice of life genre & i hope you would consider my request! fank yewwww ily

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ HEY NONNIE I'm doing fine tysm!!! I hope you do too^^ I'm thankful for the request and very grateful how you feel about my work. It really means the world to me and makes my motivation shoot up! I decided to add two more characters, I hope that's alrightttt and I hope I'm fulfilling your expectations!

*+:｡.｡　𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬　｡.｡:+*

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Nagi Seishiro. Shidou Ryusei. Itoshi Rin. Barou Shoei. ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.0k

TAGS; fluff. mentions of period/cramps. hurt to comfort(kinda?).

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+(proplayers)!

NAGI SEISHIRO.

"Not right now Sei'." He was visibly displeased, showcasing it by a pout that adored his face, dropping the second controller in his hand onto the bed. "C'monnn, we always play this together."

You were not in the mood for any games, not if those pre-period cramps were almost killing you right now. Plus, the pill and the heat pad did a terrible job at soothing the pain.

His continuous pleas only imitated you further, causing you to blow his top. "I said not now. What the fuck can't you understand about that, huh?" He was surprised by your outburst, the room falling silent and the only thing that could be heard was the gaming sounds from the TV and your ragged breathing.

You immediately regretted your harsh words, an apologetic look washing over your face as you saw your boyfriend's startled expression. "I'm so sorry, I'm just- I don't exactly feel well right now."

He didn't say a word, turning off the television before putting the gaming controllers away, crawling up to you on your side of the bed and cuddling up to your side. It's probably that time of the month again. Poor you, he couldn't imagine being in your shoes.

"I figured. We can just stay in bed and cuddle if you want to." You softly nodded, turning to your side to put your arms around him, snuggling into his chest. "I'm tired anyway."

A weak chuckle escaped your lips, body moving at the action. "Of course you are."

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

"Babyyy" He giggled after entering your house, loudly announcing his presence. "Guess what I got!" He stood before you in the living room, holding out a bag of what seemed to be food out to your face, unable to recognize your frown.

"Why do you always have to be so damn loud, Ryusei?" His giggling came to an end, a confused look on his face as the bag fell to his side, head tilting as he looked at you. Why are you mad? Did he do something wrong?

He decided to ignore your bickering, bright smile adoring his features as he opened the bag on the coffee table. "Got your favourite shake. See? The biggest size!" He lightly shook the shake in his hand, showing it off to your unimpressed form. "Oh really? The biggest size? So you're telling me I'm drinking too much of 'my favourite shake'? Is that it?"

He pouted as you mocked him, your voice laced in annoyance. A frustrated sigh left his lips as he crouched down before you, a serious look on his face and his hands on either side of your thighs. "Tell me what's wrong, Y/N. Is it me or does something bother you?"

His warm and comforting voice made your frown disappear, a regretful look on your face as you explained to him the reason for your displeased mood. He nodded in understatement, sitting down next to you and packing out the rest of the bag, taking the shake and holding it up to your lips.

"No problem. I'll pamper you the whole day, yeah? Now take the shake, I know how much you love it."

ITOSHI RIN.

"Why won't you talk to me, Y/N? What's-" Your boyfriend stood before your doorstep, silencing himself at the sight of your form - disheveled hair and dressed in long and baggy clothes, eyes swollen and some tears still visible on your lash line.

He stepped in, swiftly shutting the door behind him as he kicked off his shoes, rushing you to the couch to let you rest. "What happened?" Tears welled up at your lash line again, threatening to fall. "Everything happened. Everything is just one big mess, and I can't do anything about it. Everything I tried to do today didn't work out at all." Wait. This feels like some kind of Déjà vu.

"Did you eat already?" He sprung up to his feet when you shook your head no, headding off to the kitchen. "Let me grab you something." And he did, grabing some of the leftovers from yesterday and warming them up, taking out his phone and opening the app that showcasted your menstrual calendar, your next period was mere days away. "Oh."

"Thank Rin." Your weak smile pulled at his heartstrings. He hated seeing you so sad and frustrated. Being by your side would be the only right thing to do now. "Always. You need anything else?" You took a bite out of the food, shacking your head food as you munched it, swallowing it right after. "No, just you."

He chuckled lightly at that, scooting closer to you and sneaking his arm around your waist, planting a kiss to your temple. "I'm here."

BAROU SHOEI.

"Your room is a complete mess. What have you been doing all day? Laze around?" Your head was booming as your boyfriend came into your room, bending down to clean after your mess. You've not been feeling well today, not in the mood to get out of bed or do anything at all. He was right, and it made you mad.

"And what if I did? Don't act like you're my mom and stop cleaning my stuff. I'm alright with doing it by myself." You plopped back into bed, hiding yourself under the covers. He sighed at your child-like act, walking up to you and taking a seat at the edge of the bed, hand caressing you. "I'm not your mom, but your boyfriend. And I care about you so I can't just leave you like that. What's wrong?"

He clicked his tongue when you didn't respond, slightly shacking your form. "Y/N. Talk to me." You groaned in frustration, kicking off the covers and looking at him, frowning.

"My period is up okay?! You should know this." It was his turn to frown, flashing you a confused look. "How would I know? You're always a sloth." He chuckled as you hit him with your pillow in a playful manner, taking it from you. "Alright, let me clean up and then we'll go, get ready and grab some Thai. How's that sound?"

You sat up, stretching yourself as you made your way to the bathroom to get cleaned up, stomach growling at the thought of some delicious food. "Good."

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[deathbxnny]

Hello hello!! How are you? I hope you are doing amazing rn. ♪

I just read your HoT request and it was literally so well written I literally had my eyes bawling out 😭 . I barely find any writers that actually played or know anything about hi3 so I hope you wouldn't mind me requesting smt hehe.

Maybe a Herrscher of human or Miss pink elf (Elysia) reader with Blade and kazuha ? (I hope you don't mind writing about 2 fandoms. Tho if you do, just pick one that is a lot more easier to write) I hope it's not too much of a trouble.

Anyways please stay hydrated and look out after yourself. (I apologize for any grammar mistakes English is not my mother tongue)

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A/N: I absolutely understand what you mean, Anon! Before hsr came out, I was genuinely STARVING for hi3 content and in fact still am, as there is literally still not much on it, which is quite the shame. So I decided to finally take matters into my own hands lmao. And I don't mind writing for multiple fandoms in one post, especially not not Kazuha is involved, so thank you for the request and I hope you'll like this!<33

Content: Fluff, established relationship, tiny bit of angst?, mentions of battle, Elysia-like Reader, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Blade

You and Blade are quite the polar opposites and yet somehow work just fine together. It confuses him sometimes how he was able to get you as his s/o, especially with how he was personality wise. But you always stuck by his side no matter what he did and that was enough for him to just accept his fate.

He secretly likes how kind and cheerful you are all the time, since you often keep him sane in even his worst moments. He never admits how much he appreciates you for being there for him, but he shows it by protecting and spoiling you.

Blade is a little sceptical, when it comes to your Herrscher form. He didn't understand why humanity was so important to you, especially when he was so indifferent to it himself. Why would you care about anyone but him anyways? What's the point, when the world was so cruel?

He pushes those thoughts away, once he sees you actually using your abilities however. He's so in awe and impressed by them, that he practically forgets to fight himself. He may never understand your motivations as a Herrscher, but he can still agree that you're breathtaking.

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》Kaedehara Kazuha

Kazuha loves how cheerful and elegant you always are. You always listen to his poems about you and spend endless time watching the skies with him. He truly can't think of a single flaw, when it comes to you and that just proves how much he loves you. You're just so perfect.

He's always thinking about new poems to write for you and never runs out of ideas either. It doesn't matter, how much time passes with you, there is always something new he can appreciate and worship about you.

Once you reveal yourself as a Herrscher to him, he somehow becomes even more enamoured with you, especially after hearing your motives as one. It just makes sense to him, that someone as kind and gentle as you would want to protect humanity at all cause. It also gives him more things to write about for you.

He's in complete awe, when he watches you use your abilities for the first time in battle and he can't help but realise, that no poem or word could describe the beauty he is seeing infront of him. He'll give you endless praise once it's over and thank you endlessly for being his s/o.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! And I thank you again for the request!

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Help Me Understand - Steve Harrington x Reader

Help Me Understand (Rated T)

Request?: Yes (kinda? thank you @sattlersquarry for the idea!)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k (Yeah, whoops...)

Warnings: Slight language, Steve being hard on himself, Pining!Steve Harrington

Summary: Inspired by Iris (covered by Phoebe Bridgers and Maggie Rogers); You and Steve have been friends for a while now. You tell each other everything, from your highest to lowest moments. When you call him during the dead of night, Steve ends up learning more about your life...and his own feelings.

I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

God, it hurt him. He couldn’t bear to watch your chest expand and contract so dramatically. The sobs that gutted him to the core as they wretched themselves out of your throat. Your ability to form words had vanished five minutes ago, but it didn’t matter to either of you. Just knowing he was there listening was enough for you. For him, the shuddery breaths from your lips meant you were still alive and still safe.  

To picture you in his mind, standing against the side of a building like this, when you felt so close. He wished with all of his might that he could just reach over and pull you into his lap. He longed to be able to stick his face in your hair and rub your back, murmuring a hushed jumble of calming phrases. But Steve knew he couldn’t…

…because he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his. 

He had stumbled around his room to tug on a pair of sweatpants and his yellow sweater. Even in the pitch black darkness of his room, Steve knew where everything was. He worked on autopilot at that point, the seduction of sleep all but ignored by his body when he heard your shaky voice on the phone.  

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he mumbled into the receiver, other hand already outstretched to grab his keys. “I’m goin’ to come pick you up, okay? Can you stay there for me? Will you be okay?”

“Oh…okay…” You sounded as fragile as glass when you responded. Steve could already hear the stifled gasps of air you were attempting to force down your throat into your lungs. If only Dustin’s stupid teleportation machine was real, the boy thought to himself as his eyes scoured the room. He could be beside you in an instant. Sure, the kid was a genius, but he really did take too long when it came to actually building his inventions.

Steve’s fingers wavered with uncertainty over a clean pile of laundry before his mind shouted screw it and he grabbed his old swim team hoodie. It was cold outside for early autumn and if he remembered correctly, you were adamant about how good those shorts and tank top made you feel. It was difficult for you to admit it. You never liked attention from others. All those eyes staring made you feel cheap and everything that your parents warned you about. 

“I’m going to be right there, sweetheart,” his voice lowered as he spoke into the receiver.  

You're the closest to heaven I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

The minute he found you was the minute he tugged you into his hold after he tugged the sweatshirt over your own t-shirt. Your face was streaked with tears. It felt cold and clammy against his hand as he cradled you. Your breathing was shallow and you were shaking. When Steve attempted to lean back to give you a proper once-over, your grip was a vice in his clothing. He was trapped against you. 

On any other given day, he wouldn’t fight it. Yet seeing you like this, Steve couldn’t allow himself to be sucked in because you weren’t his. 

“Sweetheart,” he said gently, voice as sweet as honey, “what’s goin’ on? Why are you out so late?” 

This only spurred on another onslaught of salty droplets to fall down your cheeks. The tears crashed like raindrops on your skin. They pooled against his thumbs, which were positioned against the outline of your jaw. He tilted your head back to allow your gaze to lock onto his.

You were so close to him. He could feel the warm puffs of your breath as they fanned against his own face. Your chest just barely brushed against his own as you took in shaky inhale after shaky inhale. He could smell the mixture of scents from you and his sweatshirt. If he closed his eyes, it’d be like he was dreaming. It would be like every night. The two of you standing outside, alone, eyes locked in a dead staredown. If he had only just dared to lean forward…

You weren’t his, he reminded himself once again. You. Weren’t. His. 

“Please don’t take me home.” The words were whispered at such a quiet register, Steve would have thought he might have imagined them. 

“What?” His brow knit together in confusion. 

“I can’t go back there. Not now.” 

Now this didn’t entirely strike Steve as odd. Whenever you would hang out, whether it was alone or with the kids and Robin, you would always be the last to leave. You would linger at Family Video until close if you could help it, staying late to have the longest debate over milkshakes and french fries at the diner. Even if Steve needed to drive past your street in order to get Dustin home for dinner, you would dutifully sit in the passenger seat until everyone was safe and sound. 

Selfishly, he always believed that it was because you wanted to spend more time together. He was never against it. Could you blame him for not wanting to deny being with the one person that always saw past his previous mistakes and enjoyed hanging around the real Steve Harrington? The boy that knew nothing about typical pop culture, who would prefer to spend time at home than getting drunk at parties. He was the dethroned King Steve who barely survived senior year; the Steve who couldn’t get into a single college and was cut off by a jerk of a father. When he was at his lowest point after high school, pretty damn near convinced he’d never have another shot at love, you were there for him. . . 

“College girls aren’t worth it, Steve,” you had remarked after he had gotten rejected for the sixth…seventh…time (according to Robin, it was the eighth). “They’re not ready for the commitment.”

“Maybe it’s just something, I don’t know, maybe there’s something wrong with me,” he lamented. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you!” You held up a hand to silence Robin’s attempt to interrupt. “Maybe they just understand something you don’t.”

“Understand what?”   

You had never elaborated on what you meant that day…or any of the other days after it. No matter how many times he asked– begged– you to explain, it was always the same outcome. Instead of giving him an answer, you would merely shake your head with a smile and change the topic without any regard for the time. Sometimes, you’d play the guessing game, forcing him to come up with the answer he desperately craved.

“Is it my hair?” he’d ask. “My charming personality?”

You would scoff and roll your eyes every time. “Not even close, Harrington.” 

“You don’t think I have a charming personality?!”

Now here you were at the ultimate role reversal. Your chin resting in both of his hands, eyes sparkling from the wetness that gathered in the corners, and you were begging him. Why didn’t you want to go home?

“Sweetheart.” He wiped at the tears again. It was like an endless waterfall dripping from your eyes and it killed him. “Why don’t you want to go home? It’s late-”

“I can’t see them.” Your tone wavered. “You don’t understand. Steve, please don’t make me go back.” 

“Then help me understand. No more guessing.”

Steve could tell you were shocked by his tone. He hadn’t meant to sound so brash, but he was worried. He didn’t want to play the guessing game right now. All he wanted to know was what had you so afraid to go back home. If something had happened to you there… His hands fell down to his sides and clenched into fists in newly born rage.  

As he noticed your wide-eyed and jittery expression, Steve immediately tried to soften his features. He guided his hands back up to your neck, cradling your chin against his thumbs. “Sweetheart,” he tried again. “I won’t take you back there if you don’t wanna go, but you have to tell me what’s going on, okay? Can you do that when we get in the car?”

“Can I…stay with you?” A bullet landed in the center of Steve’s heart when your request reached his ears. It wouldn’t be the first time you had stayed over at his house– there were plenty of times where you had both decided it would be too late to drive home– but it was the first time you asked like this. Your eyes flashed with a flicker of fear and you had shrunk back from his hold a bit. You reached down by your feet to pull up a backpack onto your shoulder. “It- it’s fine if I can’t. I can just see if- if Nancy would mind. Or, or Robin!!”

“Sweetheart, sweetheart. It’s okay. Of course it’s okay!” He knew it was his fault you had acted as you did. You had never seen him get upset before, especially like this. He just didn’t want you to think it was because of you. He took a small step forward and wet his lips. “You can always stay with me if you need to. I just need to know what’s wrong. Can’t have you straining those beautiful eyes of yours with tears, yeah?”

You stiffened for a moment so brief, Steve would have thought he imagined it. Was that confusion or fear that crept onto your face? He couldn’t tell. With nothing more than a nod, you timidly made your way over to his BMW. You tugged the fabric of his sweatshirt over your hands and curled into the leather seating. Steve followed soon after, making sure you didn’t have any other bags to put in the car before he sat in the driver’s seat and turned the ignition. 

The two of you drove in silence for a while with the radio barely heard over the speakers. It was a mindless form of white noise as you watched out the front window. Steve’s right hand automatically walked over the center console to rest on your inner thigh. You flinched slightly, but didn’t tell him to move. He took that as an invitation to silently rub slow circles into the plush skin under his thumb. His eyes flickered over to you at every traffic light, which was useless given how late it was at night and there was no one else on the road. He couldn’t complain though, as it gave him an excuse to judge your emotions.

You were much calmer than you were a few minutes ago on the sidewalk. Your eyelids were drooping from a need for sleep. When you did end up nodding off, Steve made sure to take the longer way back to his house to give you a few extra minutes of bliss before he needed to wake you again. There was a phantom of a smile etched on your lips during your slumber. It reminded Steve of how you used to be every day before the incident at Star Court.

You hadn’t seemed much like yourself after that day. Sure, you smiled and cracked your same jokes. But something was off. That smile never really reached your eyes anymore. You kept near him in crowds and over thought about interactions with others far too often. This wasn’t like you, but he knew you’d come to him when you were ready to talk about it. 

As he pulled into the empty driveway of his house, Steve tried his best to rouse you as gently as possible. He reached over to adjust your hair, resisting the urge to plant a kiss at your temple…or to smell the new shampoo you had switched to upon his insistence last summer. He toyed with the hem of his sweatshirt. It wasn’t meant in a sexual way; he hoped the movement of fabric against skin would serve as a reminder of reality for you. 

“Sweetheart…” he cooed, still clinging to the nickname for reasons beyond his understanding. “Sweetheart, we’re home.”  

Steve had to try his best not to melt at your nose as it scrunched up when you dared to crack your eyelids open. You sniffed a bit to clear your airway after crying for so long. A sweatshirt covered hand slowly crawled its way up against your face and rubbed the sleep from your lashes. “H-home?” your sleep-drenched voice said, slightly fearful.

“Yeah, home.” Steve couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he unbuckled your seatbelt. It was something he could get used to the more he thought of it, calling his home yours. Now wasn’t the time to make that a reality, though. There were more important things to worry about now, like your safety. “My mom and dad are out in Atlanta again. Some stupid conference.”

Your shoulders noticeably relaxed. “Oh,” you whispered. “Okay.”

He was quick to help you get settled in the living room. Even though it was late at night and he would usually be dead asleep by now, Steve never felt more awake. He rummaged through closets to find you a change of clothes. Granted, it was more of his pajamas and a pair of boxers, but at least it was something. He set you up with some pillows and blankets before darting over to the kitchen to make you a warm cup of tea. There was a pout against your lips that soon cleared as he perched on the seat beside you, mug in hand. 

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

And sooner or later, it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

He waited a few minutes for you to drink some of the beverage before taking a breath to address the clear elephant in the room. “Can we talk about it?” he broached the subject carefully, afraid to send you into a teary fit again. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you or make you think he was mad at you again.

You cleared your throat. “I, uh, I don’t know what to tell you, Steve-”

“Oh, do not go and bullshit me!” He couldn’t help his frustration. “Something is happening. You haven’t been acting like yourself for months now and I don’t know why! I was going to say something about it, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He paused to run a hand through his hair. “Then tonight happens and I- I just, goddamnit! Why won’t you talk to me?! Don’t you trust me?”

“I do trust you!” you were quick to defend. “I just don’t…I don’t want you to see me any different if I told you, I guess.”

Steve felt his eyes widen before his lips parted in shock. You were afraid of him. You were afraid to open up to him. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry. Did he really push you away? Did something he did cause this change in attitude? “Nothing you tell me can change the way I think about you,” he said, tone serious and hands gently placed against your shoulders over the blanket. Or how I feel about you, he added in his mind.

It was at that moment Steve Harrington realized the truth. The thought of losing you scared him shitless. You were his best friend, the person who always had his back. You were the one he would go to during his highest and lowest moments. He hated to see you sad and he felt like a piece of himself was missing every time you walked away from him. He couldn’t lose you…

…because he was in love with you. Somehow he always had been, Steve realized, but he just never understood it. Now he was afraid of what would happen if he told you.      

“My parents and I…” you started, shifting awkwardly against the sofa cushions. Almost immediately, Steve’s full attention was back on you. “Well, we haven’t had the best of a relationship. It was always what they wanted. Good grades, never out past curfew if I could help it. They wanted extracurriculars, so I joined the school paper and the business club. It wasn’t enough. Then I ran for student council, applied to a bunch of colleges, got accepted into some. Then when the Dartmouth letter came-”

“You got into Dartmouth?!” He let the question of how you didn’t tell him go unsaid. It hurt how he seemed to have missed so much about your life. Did he really make all of your discussions about him and his problems? Were you trying to tell him these things and he just didn’t listen? Or did he just not care enough to ask? 

You took a long but hesitant sip of tea, mug lingering by your lips a little too long. “Yeah,” came the soft reply. “Early decision.”

“That’s amazing!!” Steve prayed his tone wasn’t as strained as he thought it was. He was happy for you, truly. Yet he still couldn’t shake the sadness that stemmed from the meaning of this announcement. You might be leaving Hawkins, leaving him. “I’m so proud of you!” 

Why didn’t you tell me?

“My parents want me to go.”

Oh. “So…” Steve moved his hands to rest against the sides of his legs. “Are you- you, uh, you’re gunna go?”

He watched you closely. You gave a heavy swallow, eyes moving from his face to the mug in your hand. Your lips were set in a tight line. “I don’t know.”

Oh. Steve knit his brow in confusion. “You don’t…you don’t know?”

A hand appeared from under the blanket cocoon to scratch at your temple, other still clutching the handle of the mug. Your teeth dug into your lower lip – a nervous habit you tended to do when you were lost in thought. “I’m just so tired of doing what they want me to,” you admitted after a moment of silence. “I don’t want to be the perfect-on-paper child they brag about. I’m not the person who wants to go to a big school on the other side of the country to learn about something I hate.”

“What kind of person are you?” It was an innocent question, but it was spoken urgently. Steve wanted to be able to learn more about you. He was desperate at this point. To know you had been uncomfortable to share what was really going 

“I don’t know,” your voice was soft again. “I tried to talk to them about it– told them I thought about going to Hawkins Community for a few years– but they didn’t want to hear it. ‘Said I was just being influenced by everyone, I’m not the same person that I was. I should be more focused on my future instead of wasting time fooling around with people like–”

Your face clenched into a grimace and Steve reached over to grab your free hand. “People like me,” he finished for you. “Someone who has done nothing in life to amount to anything, who isn’t going anywhere. I get it. It’s okay, you can say it.”

“No!!” You exclaimed. “Steve, no, no that’s not what it is. They just…they just think that I want to stay here because- because-”

“Because what?” He wanted to punch himself as he realized he had made it about himself again. In all honesty, his outburst was more of a reminder to himself than anything else. He didn’t deserve to have someone like you, who was headed down a path to make a name for themselves. He was going to be trapped in Hawkins forever, not that he really minded because it was his home. It was more that he knew one day you’d have to leave and he’d be stuck without you. He just wished it didn’t have to be that soon.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

“Because they think I’m just…I’m throwing my life away. But I’m not.” You broke your hand from his grip to wipe at your face again. Tears had started to drip down your face and Steve’s eyes scanned the streaks, practically memorizing every detail and feature against your skin. “When I tried to tell them, they didn’t want to listen. They asked me why I wanted to stay. I said it was because Hawkins was my home and I couldn’t see myself being anywhere else. They told me that if I was going to make that choice, I shouldn’t expect them to help me anymore. 

“So I,” the words came out mixed with choked cries, “so I left. I ran like an idiot because I couldn’t take it.”

Steve’s heart shattered. “You’re not an idiot, sweetheart,” he soothed. “You’re far from it. I mean, you got into freaking Dartmouth. Do you know how smart you have to be to get in there?”

“So I’m smart enough for Dartmouth, but not smart enough to go for what I want?”

“What do you want?” He hadn’t realized it, but somehow the two of you had gotten closer as you spoke. Your face was a few inches away from his own, hand on the outside of his lap. He felt your fingertips lightly scratch against the fabric of his jeans as you gripped onto him. It was a flash of a spark– an electricity he wanted to be able to feel over and over again for the rest of his life. He never wanted you to move your hand. “What…would make you happy? Not your parents – just you.” 

“What would make me happy?” Your gaze flickered for a moment down to his lips before meeting his eyes again. Steve felt his stomach do somersaults at this observation. He risked a quick glance at your own lips, which had gone back to being abused by your upper canines. “You really want to know what would make me happy?”

Steve nodded, praying he didn’t look as pathetic as he felt. “Yeah.”

“I’d really like for you to kiss me right now,” you admitted bashfully. Steve watched the flush creep up your neck and your cheeks. The color was a series of kisses made from embarrassment. It was a trail Steve found himself now desperate to follow upwards. 

“W-what?”

“You don’t have to!!” The words tumbled from your lips and you made a conscious effort to scoot back against the opposite armrest on the couch. You set the mug on the coffee table and curled your knees up into your chest in an effort to make yourself smaller. It gave Steve a flashback to how you were in his car earlier, setting off a pang in his chest. “You know what? Just, uh, just- just forget it.” 

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive

He doesn’t know how it happened. All Steve remembers is sitting by you one moment, the next he cradled the small of your back in his hand and guided you closer. His hazel eyes scanned yours, silently asking for confirmation that what he was about to do was alright. He needed you to tell him it was okay. He didn’t want to cross a line that you would regret. 

Clearly, the same thought had crossed your mind. “You wouldn’t regret it,” you asked. “Would you?” 

Steve had never been more sure of an answer in his entire life. “With you? Never.”  

The next thing he remembered feeling was your lips against his. They pressed against his own in a way that was softer than silk. Your upper lip was chapped from being out in the cold earlier, the lower swollen and plush from your nervous biting. But Steve wouldn’t change a single thing about this moment. You felt perfect against him, like a puzzle piece he had been searching for for months. Turns out you had been right in front of him the whole time, hidden in plain sight. 

As he pulled you closer, Steve felt you sigh and relax against his lips. He decided to press his luck a little bit by deepening the kiss. He put his all into it, trying to express how he felt for you. It was his hope that you would be able to understand his silent plea. Don’t leave me, it said. Don’t hide from me. I love you.

I love you, 

I love you, 

I love you. 

When you finally broke apart, your hand worked its way back into his messy hair. A smile– a real one– lit up your face in the darkness of the room. The other hand was pressed against the side of his face, thumb playing with his lower lip lazily. Your face was still coated in color, but this time for a much happier reason. Or at least, Steve hoped it was. 

“You okay?” It was a stupid thing to say, Steve knew that, but he couldn’t think of anything else. The two of you were already struggling a bit for breath. His brain had short-circuited at the thought of finally being able to hold you like he had, wondering if he’d ever have the chance to do that again. 

You laughed dryly. “Damn, Harrington,” you said, gaze still locked onto him. “You kiss everyone like that for the first time?”

A bemused smile lifted Steve’s lips and he glanced down to his lap. “Just the ones that matter,” he replied. “The people I really want to kiss like that.”

Your breath hitched briefly and you scooted closer. “You’ve wanted to kiss me?”

Steve nodded softly. “For a while now,” he admitted. “I didn’t want to mess anything up because we’re friends, ya know? And with the little shits-”

You silenced him with another soft kiss on the lips. “I guess I was wrong about you, Steve,” you said. “Maybe you do understand.”

He blinked a few times to clear the surprise of your unexpected touch. “What- what are you talking about?”

Your tongue flicked out to licks your lips nervously. “There was never anything wrong with you, Steve,” you tried to explain. “Girls did like you. They just…they figured it out pretty quickly.”

“Figured what out?” If Steve wasn’t confused already, he was pretty sure he was now. 

“That you already had someone waiting for you.” You cleared your throat and looked out at something else in the living room. “They just, uh, they just needed a little push to actually tell you how they felt.”

“...who?”

“You know, sometimes I forget how clueless you can be, Steve Harrington.” Your attention was back on him now. You ran a hand through his hair, sending more shocks through his body. He shivered in response as you leaned a bit closer to ghost your mouth over his. Steve had a rough idea of where you were going with this conversation, but like before, he wanted– needed– to hear it from your lips. 

“Who are you talking about?”

“Me,” you admitted. “I…I’ve loved you for a while now, Steve, and not just as a friend. I don’t want to leave Hawkins. I can’t.”

“Why not?” Steve couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he fought the confusion. You loved him. Those words had come from you, you said it to him and he wasn’t dreaming.  

“Because there’s too much I’d be leaving behind. No one would understand me.” You bit your lower lip again. “Not like everyone here does. It isn’t my dream to be a big shot in some city. It’s- it’s to be here, with the kids, and Robin, and…”

“And?” Steve’s smile grew.

“And with you.” 

Steve reached over and lifted your chin up again, just as he did earlier that night in the street, so he could look you in the eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to one corner of your mouth, then the other, before capturing your lips with his. He pulled you closer, a silent promise to never let you go. “If that’s what you want,” he said, “then that’s what we’ll do. And just so you know…”

He pressed another kiss to your lips. “I love you, too. Always have.”

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

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Author's Note: Well, it took me a little while, but I'm back with another Steve Harrington fic. We're just going to blame midterm week for this and not my lack of creativity or my intense writer's block. This is also my second time writing this author's note because Tumblr literally ate my post to the point it said it didn't exist. So that's great.

In all honesty, this fic kind of got away from me and turned into a self-indulgent fulfillment of a "request" (I say request, but it was really more of an inspiration based on someone else's post about wanting a certain fic). I'm a sucker for pining Steve and the thought of him thinking I was beautiful during one of the lowest points of my life just made me melt.

If you liked this fic, please do me a favor and let me know! While likes are appreciated, things like comments and reblog will really help spread the word about my writing and give me the motivation to keep this up. Want to join my taglist? Send me a message or ask about which list you want to join (general or specific-character) and I'll add you!

Until next time, my little sparks <3

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wooooooooaahh lots of ppl wanted to hear about the au so uh explanation ( also sorry it was late at a party rn)

Magical Girl Au Explanation Thinggy..

Before everyone chose to be a magical girl, they were once all human untill meeting Caine. Caine is some magical being along his buddy Bubble who he made. Caine has good intentions but due to his lack of understanding human emotions, does intentions back fired. He seen how humans have suffered, either by pain,depression,ect. He wanted to help the humans by either turning their lives more fun n stuff. I haven't thought on what he does but the idea was there are the Abstractions and creatures (example like the gloinks) that wreck people's lives but nobody can see them. As they live in this sorta circus themed world thats you can only kinda can get there without magiccccc....n stufffffffff. Caine decided to gather people who were willing to destroy those monsters, again this au is going through construction so I haven't figured out for some parts like why Caines intentions backfired so if yall wanna give out ideas I'd be happy to hear em. Back to what I was saying, Caine manage to get a few members for his group or whatever u wanna call it. Alot on who he gathered got abstracted ( alot of this is inspired by Puella Magi Madoka Magica so alot of it will be similar to that anime) so the previous members are now Abstractions (like previous magical girls turn into witches) All of the members were once human, but apon meeting Caine. Caine came to the conclusion that the human body was just to weak for them to fight so he came with a solution. By using his power, he turned their human body to these magical forms, essential what they are in the digital circus. But these body aren't human at all, they don't have organs or look anywhere near human like that so that strikes another problem. Since they can live in the human world anymore, Caine decided to create a new home for them, The Digital Circus. All of the members were devastated to learn that their lives were taken away and now having to live in some circus well just like the show... they abstracted. I might go for an idea that Caine erases all of their old memory to help with their sadness but again with it backfiring with them going insane n stuff. Again feel free to leave out ideas.

So now we begin with our story starting with Pomni. Pomni or whatever her human name would be (Pammy? Pamantha? Poppy?) She's is a depressed,overworked, and very much hates her job, office worker. Working for a company ( maybe for a game uh again not sure) who desperately wants to change herself, to prove the people around her that she can do something, that she can make a change, to have a purpose. That goal could spark the interest of Caine, so one day appearing in front of her to make a deal. Maybe possibly one of the monsters attack her. Either by accidentally going to the magic world thingy on mistake ( she maybe noticed a weird group of them going to this portal, or by just peer dumb and bad luck...she would have lots of bad luck) Possibly Caine saves her or the group instead. Which ever I go for Caine strikes a deal with her and she goes along with it because of the desperation to be something. And once she actually learns the horror of this new body and new home, she regrets it...as all the others during there first times. Now me meet the group, starting with the oldest

Kinger, the one who's been apart of the group the longest and most wisest. He's somehow been able to stay somewhat same but due to so much time dealing with all the craziness and losing someone dear to him. The magical girl gig has kinda broken him away so especially he's the plan/ smart guy in the group. Telling information for the group for missions and strategies.

Then Ragatha who's the second oldest member. She is essentially the mom friend, who often aids her friends during battles and keeping check of anyone (especially after someone abstracts) She tries to put on a happy face and cheerfully personality to keep her sanity, as it's her way to deal with her forever situation.

Jax is the third, he's the playful and prankster as always. Often teasing and annoying his teammates whenever he has the chance to. Jax often doesn't wait to attack during missions and ignores everyone's warning, unless Caine gets him to sit down and listen. But all of the sass and humor is his way to cope with the situation.

Gangle is the fourth member of the group, she's quite soft spoken and scared. As she still struggles a bit of her situation, and relys on her mask to deal with her emotions. Although she isn't weak, she can find herself to cower over some missions if they get to much. Mostly when she doesn't have her happy mask on, and that mask helps her with confidence. Although her emotions help her boost her strength if in very strong emotions.Her coping is practically relying on her masks to keep her happy,although a certain someone keeps breaking them.

Zooble is the fifth and came not long after Gangle. They are a distant and "idgaf" type of person, often trying to not get close with anyone and to just get over with it. Zooble sorta chills there untill they go to another mission, and their distancing is their way of coping. Not wanting to make connections to people in fear of losing them, just over all wanting to do the missions and nothing else.

The basic plot of it is Pomni and everyone else going to mission while they slowly start to find out more and more about everything to who they are, Caine and his secrets,and the universe itself. Anyways that's what I'm going to leave off, have a sketch of Pomni and Ragatha designs. I do plan on finnish it aswell with everyone's else but im tired and I wanna go to bed. Also credits to @massivemilkshaketale giving me ideas for this au, ily all and gn :33

designssssssss

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First Ninja can easily defeat Chase during Heylin Eclipse. If he finds out about this phenomenon, will he take advantage of the opportunity?

Well, perhaps not easily, but his chances of winning certainly rocket from 15-25% to like, 75-85%!

The thing is, we do not know many details about Heylin Eclipse, the only sure thing is that Chase seems to be unable to use magic freely (but he still can participate in showdowns and use Wu, which imo require some?? sort of minimal magical capacity) and transform into his dragon/lizard form. It also seems that the same magic usually assists Chase in being/reacting faster, since he is easily caught by Wuya (but she is also weakened?? so). Does it just takes away that buff he acquired since becoming Heylin or is the Eclipse actively nerfing him (making him sluggish)?

However, just as Chase himself said, despite lack/suppression of Heylin magic, he is not helpless - he has strategy and experience on his side and not to mention probably 100 tricks up his sleeve AND its one of the rare instances his motto of 'using Wu as a crutch' is nowhere to be seen, because he literally had Serpent's Tail hidden in his gauntlet! (talk about aces in sleeves huh!)

(I kind of wish there was a bit more of that smart and experienced Chase in the episode, instead of what happened.)

So that's mostly the reason why I think First won't get a win too easily. But of course the main question is would he even use that opportunity? TBH I don't think he will go out of his way to do it.

(kinda radnom babbling on under cut, u can ignore it, the point of anwer was said xD)

In my mind, after First VS Chase event, First is too busy doing his stuff to actively worry about Chase. I mean, this guy still has a Sorcerer locked under his town attracting/causing chaos and monsters, and a Ninjanomicon to write and to prepare the future generations to keep Sorcerer locked and Norrisville safe, and probably other dozen things he has to worry about (and unlike Chase, First got only this mortal life and time to deal with it all, lol).

And while, sure, while Chase is a menace and a threat to any capable warrior, Chase also has been around for so long: he has clearly established his place in Hierarchy of Dark forces loooooong before Ninja came around. And yet while participating in wars and causing trouble, he is yet to be the supreme overlord of the world or whatever, so?? Chase kinda leads an existence of eternal evil final boss, doing his evil things and what not. Mostly he is too busy collecting cool warriors, like pokemons or trader cards or whatever.

I feel like in some sense First would understand the whole 'letting evil exist for the sake of the world balance' thing. Because like the XS last episodes established - Chase's existence is a sort of necessary evil that keeps balance from being upset too much on either side. Selfish and Cruel enough to be evil, but also Reasonable and Honorable enough to be sorta neutral good...-ish? I guess the right alignment would Lawful Evil? Though it doesnt really fit completely right, but it somewhere in that ballpark.

(On a side note, IMO about the Sorcerer - he is pretty much clear is not necessarily just Evil, he is more of Chaotic Evil. And Chaos is sort of also neutral, in a sense?? I mean Sorcerer was running around turning people into monsters, causing havoc across continents to gain power to... I dunno, be unstoppable? Cause more chaos and pain? Destroy everything?? Perhaps his goal was to make the World be like Chaos Realm/Land of Shadows? Who knows??? His motivation is as mysterious as his defeat in the finale, lol. But his deal feels more like those World-ending Spiders That Eat from XS, because it seems to me, he basically just gained more power for sake of more Chaos, not like... rule the world or something.)

Also while Chase is bugging First, he is kinda... not actively doing world-ending evil stuff to First's knowledge?

It's like... bothering First is distracting him from doing other evil stuff (he still probably has some schemes going on, but like in the background, not related to First), so First is like 'I could waste energy and effort to put an end to his reign of terror...but i guess i can let him bother me if it stops him from actively doing evil, just for a bit ' (but Chase is certainly doing evil, just nowhere First can see lol).

But, let's suppose First does figure out about Heylin Eclipse. For it to be of any use to First, it has to happen soon and in his lifetime, when he is still physically capable to take on Chase. He also got to plan out how he would defeat Chase (kill or capture him, how to do it and etc.). AND he also got to plan it around his duties to Norrisville. So like, if by incredible stroke of luck, all of it aligns? First might attempt it and most likely win!

But i feel if, it would take much longer (like say 30+ years) for Eclipse to arrive, First would not prioritize capturing Chase over his duties in Norrisville. This dude already wasted most of his life to defeat the Sorcerer (and like a bajillion creatures and monsters to do it), AND he is gonna waste his afterlife to keep him locked up too, just let the poor man rest! xD

(There is now an image in my head of First looking at Chase and going 'Not My Problem' and just peacing out of there.)

So, yeah, while I'm sure First can defeat Chase during Heylin Eclipse, Im not so sure he would actively dedicate himself to doing it.

On ANOTHER, much more shippy note (that u can ignore if its not ur thing), there is something very delicious in the idea that First, knowing such a blatant weakness of Chase's, and just doesn't do anything about it. Perhaps it's because, in some way, First prefers to fight Chase in full power, a much honorable battle no matter if it ends in defeat or victory. Or because it feels like such underhanded tactic of striking when his opponent is at their weakest. Maybe it feels this way because, they are enemies in name only because of their moral alignments, not because either of them actually hate each other (that much lol).

Ooooo just imagine, First and Chase confrontation during Eclipse, Chase fully expecting First to take the opportunity (because its what he will do), but First does the unexpected, and instead of ending the fight, he steps back and that stops Chase on his tracks. And somehow they end up waiting out the Eclipse together, First keeping an eye out for his weakened enemy, while Chase, despite all his previous flirting and needling, is geniuenly baffled by First's behaviour. He really did expect First to take the chance, after all the annoyance and bothering, and just generally First being exasparated with him. But here they are, with Chase at his weakest and First watching his back.... Trully strange.

*eyebrow wiggle*

but thats just silly shippy thoughts haha. I do feel like First will 100% use that opportunity to whoop Chase's ass just to vent all the frustrations about the trouble and annoyances Chase caused.

anyway ye sorry for rambling ;D

[minami97]

Kiss Me, Coward

A/N: On my birthday (UTC+8 timezone) today, I made my first attempt at writing an x Reader fic FULLY from the second person point of view! Hope you guys will like it. Also, I'm only comfortable writing modern AU fics for Aegon (For now) cause I don't condone what he did in canon as okay. Anyway, enjoy this fic. ~

Summary: After dancing around with your feelings, Aegon chickens out in giving you a kiss. But you take things into your own hands.

Pairing: Modern!Aegon x Reader

Warnings: None, but be prepared to be suffocated with fluff and mutual pining

You and Aegon danced around your mutual attraction for each other, but neither of you wanted to give in to those feelings because you did not want to destroy the existing friendship dynamic.

However, the "not being jealous” gimmick, of dates and flings that are not either of you and the lovesick look you give each other did not go unnoticed by your friends, especially Aegon's siblings, and cousins. To them, it’s like watching paint dry, it is painstakingly unbearable. 

"If they do not make out in the next second, I'll go and make them do it myself." Jace grumbled as he watched the two of you play tug-of-war with your OBVIOUS feelings for each other. "You and me both. It's just so frustrating to see her like that." Aemond grumbled as well. "I just think it's cute that they are like that." Commented Helaena with a smile.

While mocking you both as fools, your friends are done with the 'will they, will not they' between you and Aegon. The two of you are having a great time together, dancing to club music and having fun. 

"Do you want to spend the night with me?" asked Aegon as he wrapped his arm around your waist. "Can I steal your shirt?" You asked playfully, leaning against his broad chest. "Of course, Babe. I like it when you wear my clothes and lie in my bed." He playfully teased you, eliciting a laugh.

After the night you spent out with your clique, drinking more than you could handle, you spent the night at the Targaryens' expensive and luxurious home. "I can never understand why you guys are so rich~" You slur and giggle like a schoolgirl. "I don't know either, babe. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up and out of your nightclub clothes." Aegon chuckled and hoisted you into the house and into his room.

Aegon hands you a makeup remover cloth and helps you remove your makeup. He also lets you wear one of his shirts for the night. After you change into something more comfortable, you nestle on the left side of his king-sized bed. "Aeg, I want to cuddle," you call out to him with your arms outstretched, wanting to cuddle. "I'll be right there, baby." He called from the bathroom.

After doing his business in the bathroom, he came out dressed only in his sweatpants, crawled over to his side of the bed, and pulled you close for a cuddle. He gave you a look because even though you were sleepy and slightly drunk, you were still beautiful to him. Before he fell asleep, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered, "I love you." Without him realizing it, you mumbled a sleepy "I love you too" in response.

When morning came, Aegon was the first to wake up. He rolled over to your side of the bed and was overwhelmed by your beauty. He considered giving you a wake-up kiss, knowing that if he kissed you and you rebuffed his advances, the dynamic between the two of you would change forever.

With the attitude of 'fuck it, I'm a man,' he leaned over and was ready to give you a kiss, but... he hesitated inches from your lips and decided to pull back out of embarrassment. Suddenly your hand shot up and pulled him to your still-sleeping form. It shocked him, but he let it happen anyway. You opened your eyes, looked into his beautiful lilac ones and said, "If you won't kiss me, I'll do it myself," and gave him a kiss that you both won't forget. You both released the kiss and smiled at each other, "That was a great kiss, huh?" “It’s worth the wait.” 

Before the two could give each other any more kisses, there was a knock at the door. "When I open this door, you better not fuck each other." You giggled and gave your new boyfriend a chase kiss before wiggling your hips to tease him and trotting off to the bathroom. He chuckles at your new sexy side and replies to the interruption, "You can come in Aemond, we have not done anything yet."

At breakfast, Helaena was the only one happy about you two, while Aemond grumbled about losing a bet to Jace and Baela. Aegon was looking at you with love the whole time. "It's finally official, you're a couple!" Helaena cheered gleefully. "Yeah, but it was worth the wait." You replied as you rested your head against his shoulder, under the table, your hands intertwined.