#edit nevermind. 8 hours

[kudzucataclysm]

official first day of job….good god…

[fundieshaderoom]

Alyssa Webster QnA Rundown

Fave and least fave thing about filming BUB:

Fave: ability to do things they usually wouldn't be able to do. They were able to fly to see family more often early in their marriage.

Least: People assuming things about them basically. Sometimes she felt she wasn't accurately portrayed due to editing long hours down.

When did you wear pants for the first time:

She got a pair of goodwill jeans. She wore pants for the first time on her honeymoon.

Did you always know you would have a large family:

They always knew they wanted a large family due to their family sizes. When she first got married she wanted 10 kids.

Are you finished having children:

"I'm pretty sure." On a date with John last week, she asked how he felt about another one. He said she could do what she wanted. The next day, they go out with all 5 kids and said nevermind.

Will you ever move back to Tennessee:

Never say never but it seems like never lol.

Would you ever cut your hair to your shoulders:

She did that after having Allie but she doesn't like how her face looks with short hair.

Current sibling your closest with:

She calls Addie and Ellie the most

How do you get private time with your hubby:

Maci and Rhett go to bed at 7:30 and the older girls have to go to their rooms at 7:30. They read until 8:30 or 9.

Would you allow your kids to go to secular college:

She doesn't care but they need to know what they want to do before they go so they don't switch from thing to thing.

Biggest insecurity:

Height and comparing herself to how she was before Rhett

Do you really get along with all your siblings:

No. Realistically with 18 siblings and 10ish in-laws, there will be conflict. She is "friendly and cordial with everyone".

Have you kissed anyone other than John:

No

Would you consider another denomination other than Baptist:

She doesn't care about denomination if the church teachings align with the Bible.

Are you visiting TN anytime soon:

She has loose plans to go back in Nov.

How does she deal with haters:

Ignore it

Story behind your first kiss:

It wasn't planned. He hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. She said "why don't you just kiss me?" And he did.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 01/05/2024

super mario 64 but it's in the buddy holly soundfont

Season 8 No Album Release (Read More) super mario 64 but it's in the buddy holly soundfont

Ripper Unknown

So. It's been a month now. Has it all settled yet? Have we had the time to let SiIvaGunner's April Fools 2024 event sink in, 30 days later? Speaking personally, I don't believe I have yet. Visions of Gegagedigedagedago, Pomny (digital circus), Boykisser, Brainless Kitty and all of my other favorite memes continue to haunt me to this very day - I see one of the events' rips in my recommended, and in the blink of an eye five hours will have passed. I cannot be anything but amazed at the surgical precision that the SiIva team captured the phenomena of online internet brainrot with during this event, spanning the whole range of severity levels from bad to worse. super mario 64 but it's in the buddy holly soundfont was certainly not the worst it got - yet it embodies everything the event sought to achieve through it's title alone.

But, right, the event - you'll have noticed right away that everything about the above-linked video's metadata is completely awry from typical SiIvaGunner videos. No attempt at a bait-and-switch, completely different video description, not even a thumbnail of the game used...and what the fuck is the "Buddy Holly Soundfont"???? What's going on here? Well, a lot of these traits may seem familiar to you if you've been on other corners of YouTube in the last few years - like I mentioned briefly back in we are number one but with outdated memes over it, there's been a trend in how non-SiIva audio edits are presented on YouTube as of late. There's an algorithm to appease now, after all - surprises and ambiguity only serve to ward off potential new listeners! After the explosive popularity of some of these, particularly during 2023 with videos like Nirvana's Nevermind but with the SM64 soundfont, they began feeling inescapable - often times sounding pretty low-effort to boot. I don't intend to shame anyone who's made these videos or anyone who enjoys them, of course, but...through how hard they aim to appease the algorithm that be, its difficult not to see these videos as attention-seeking first, and as creative endeavors second.

Which then brings us back to SiIvaGunner. Eight years in, and the channel's way of presenting its videos has remained thoroughly consistent, rain or shine - content in charting its own course. Narratively, this is actually playing to the channel's thematic core, something enforced all the way back in The Reboot story of Season 1, and that continues to be relevant over the years through rips like NIGHTMARESCAPE 〜Unrestrained HyperCam 2〜 (Final Boss Phase 2), and indeed through this very April Fools event. That core is simple: To never conform, to never restrict, to let the channel's team of artist continue doing what they love purely for love's sake, rather than to appease a crowd or a system. Throughout this April Fools day event, then, it was as if we were shown the twisted view on that core, the channel's rippers following the opposite creed - clickbaity titles and thumbnails, no core theme, often even lacking any regard for the tracks being remixed - several times the Wii Shop Channel theme was simply called "The Wii Theme", and of course the very notion of games having "soundfonts" is something that's woefully misinformed to begin with. Opening the entire event with Buddy Holly by Weezer but in the Mario 64 Soundfont set the stage perfectly - after all, what game more overused in "soundfont" edits than Super Mario 64, what album more trendy to playfully make fun of in 2024 than Weezer's Blue album, and what song from said album is more memed than its hit single, Buddy Holly?

Except, of course, this whole thing went one layer deeper. Throughout the four months that the season has been running for thus far, Season 8's running theme above all else has been pure silliness - everything from a Justin Bieber takeover, to an MLG day, to the currently-ongoing SpongeBob day embodies that theme perfectly. And at the helm of it all sits the Joke-Explainer 7000, the current in-universe manager of the channel. Her name doesn't lie: as we saw back in Magolor's Shoppe Fusion Collab she do be Explaining the Jokes, and that was initially assumed to be the bit of this very April Fools bit, the titles like super mario 64 but it's in the buddy holly soundfont explaining the jokes of the event immediately. But forget not the point of April Fools as a holiday - to deceive. Indeed, though the titles suggest that the team are spending the day just explaining the joke of every rip uploaded, they're in reality just spoiling the supposed "premise". Listen to any one of them yourself, and you'll be given a bait-and-switch surprise which completely transforms the rip of choice. And as the day went on, these surprises only grew stranger and stranger...

SiIvaGunner's April Fools events have an incredible track record, as I've hopefully made clear in Our Sweet Parsley and Your Best Nightmario - but I think I can safely say this year's bit was at least the FUNNIEST one of them all. Every minute of the day felt like slipping deeper into insanity, made all the more clear the moment super mario 64 but it's in the buddy holly soundfont was uploaded - in a matter of hours, the event had gone from making fun of low-effort soundfont edits that very much DO exist on YouTube, to completely making up an entirely new tier of slop through the very idea of a "Buddy Holly Soundfont". In case it needs to be explained, "soundfonts" are used to refer to video games using sequenced music, wherein individual instruments are played note-by-note through data sent by the game, rather than being streamed from a recording - it is IMPOSSIBLE to derive a "soundfont" from songs like Buddy Holly, played on live instruments and saved as masters back in the 90s. That is the gag that super mario 64 but it's in the buddy holly soundfont is built on - the "instruments" used to recreate Bob-Omb Battlefield from Super Mario 64 are intentionally low-quality snippets taken from Buddy Holly, used just the same as Super Mario 64's sequenced instruments are used within soundfont edits.

The end result feels like getting splashed with cold water at every part of listening. Rivers' repeating "Whut" voiceline being used as the main melody for the first 40 seconds, for instance, is the kind of obviously "wrong" thing one would never seriously do in this sort of arrangement, yet it only serves to add to the joke here, of just how far we've fallen so deep into the event. The tinny guitar shredding, the low-effort thumbnail edit, the vocals suddenly being added onto the track, the bass being far deeper in the mix than it reasonably should be...it's an experience to behold, and just as you're letting it all sink in, the vocals are suddenly pitch-shifted to the quintessential SiIva meme, Grand Dad himself The Flintstones - its like the rip is poking fun at your misery, as to remind you that this IS indeed still SiIvaGunner, the bit is still going, you are merely along for SiIva's wild ride.

The entire event was RELENTLESSLY funny to see unfold from every angle. Be it experiencing every rip as it was uploaded, or seeing the comments' reactions to the gradual spiral of rot we were being taken on, or most importantly - realizing just how much fun the team must've still had finding ways to subvert expectations at every turn. Season 8 has been an absolute blast so far, and I cannot wait to see where its patented silliness takes us next - even if it'll be hard to surpass the shit we saw on this day, and the absolute state of things that super mario 64 but it's in the buddy holly soundfont represents. Truly one of the SiIvaGunner rips of all time.

[vincentern]

guess who just rewatched their favorite childhood show and accidentally made it their new hyperfixation (its yappin time)

i just rewatched Running Man Animation because i was bored and had nothing to do, i thought that i would get bored in the next 30 minutes but hey guess what i stayed watching the ENTIRE SEASON ONE IN 8 HOURS NONSTOP.

I ALSO FELL IN LOVE WITH MY CHILDHOOD CRUSH AGAIN AND ITS LIU 😭😭 hes probably my third favorite character of all time and i love this silly bug with all my heart

Running Man Animation imo is a pretty great show despite having a few scenes that i cringed at, i also overanalyzed the show and they have SO MANY LITTLE DETAILS in their animation and its really amazing

i was so sad that theres very little RMA content now until i redownloaded tumblr and found out that theres a few RMA content thats pretty recent (this is great news to me bc i always get into the fandoms that are old as time itself and is as empty as the fucking void)

(edit: nevermind)

so uh.. hi, RMA fandom

[hoodiehydra]

@lightgriffinsect @taterswithranch @shippin-my-sanses @arzyn @jinxic @utter-tomfoolery @thearomanticsnake @inkyantace7 @woody-dave

I like this new font whoa. Not gonna use it permanently but imma use it just for this one reminder because yes (edit: nevermind, I might stick to this cuz it’s kinda cute damn-)

As you can probably see, I like these typewriter fonts. Don’t ask why I just do-

Aaaaaaaa I know I’m technically supposed to have 8 hours of sleep, but forget that imma just aim for 6 and a half if I’m lucky

REMINDER THAT YOU ARE LOVED BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME MOOTS AND EVEN IF YOU FEEL SAD SOMETIMES YOU CAN ALWAYS FIND A FRIEND OR A FAMILY MEMBER TO TURN TO.

And as stupid as that reminder may have sounded, I also love you guys /p

I am DIGGING THIS NEW FONT DAMN

Incorrect quotes

A: you have been deez’d

B: What is deez- *realisation*

B: A, NO.

B: A, WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, WE CAN SOLVE THIS PEACEFULLY-

A: DEEZ NUTS IN YO MOUT-

B: AAAAAAAAA

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Incorrect Quotes: TWST Edition

I'm just gonna put down some I find funny. I may do this a lot so expect some part 2s or more.

(Edit from queue: Nevermind I got distracted and haven't made any more of these. My bad)

Btw, these won't be perfect character matchups, so don't get on my ass about that.

Ace: Hold on, I can explain! Riddle: Really? Can you now? Ace I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

Idia I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and I feel like that’s more accurate.

Deuce: I’m going to get so much done today. Trey: I’ll hold you to that. *8 hours later* Trey: So how much did you get done? Deuce: One thing. Trey: Well, that’s one more than usual.

Trey: I believe in you, Idia! Idia, to themself: God, I must suck. The nicest thing Trey can think to say to me is that they don’t doubt my existence.

Ace: Social distancing says you shouldn't be within an elbow's distance of each other. *later, in a barfight* Ace: Social distancing doesn't say nothing about feet! *kicks opponent in the face*

Lemme know if you want more. I'll do this and maybe Genshin Impact or Obey Me.

[quibbs126]

I finished the second book! Took about 2 hours

So this late at night I’m not gonna find any buses, but my friend sometimes studies at this one place with couches so I went there, pretty easy time reading. Maybe in previous scenarios I was just having trouble reading. Though I suppose granted it did take a while for me to get into the swing of reading

But I still have two quizzes due by midnight, so I can’t spend time reading the other two. Also the library that had one of them won’t be open till 8, and my test is at 9:30, and also I feel like the other book will have more importance (considering my teacher didn’t shut up about “singularities” or whatever and I just sort of tuned it out), so I’ll have to save the third book for tomorrow morning and the last one for a summary

But still, I did things today! Maybe not as much as I would have liked, but regardless!

Edit: nevermind, the quizzes were due yesterday, but I should still do them when I can. Maybe I’ll leave that for tomorrow after my test though

[mitigatingacademics]

{10.13.2024}

'Snackle' boxes because vacation priorities.

Law school applications are DONE.

[I didn't get to cross this off the list as soon as anticipated because I failed to realize that the third of the three remaining applications *also* required a supplemental writing submission. Not to panic, though, as it was merely an inquiry about how one would make online classes work for them. A few edits to the document prepared for another school asking how one would make time for 30 hours of study a week and we were good to go.]

Issue 5 is completed.

[Thank God, because I can't handle any more of John Marshall and friends *actually* trying to argue that 'necessary' is definitionally interchangeable with 'convenient,' 'beneficial,' and 'useful.' Words have MEANINGS, sir. There's literally nothing to prevent you from handing down whatever stretch of judicial interpretation makes the Constitution say what you want it to say. So just do that. There's no need for this insulting gaslighting re: 'Does 'necessary' really imply 'necessary'? ...indeed it does?? ...and, like, when you talk about these 'approved authors' who have a 'common use' of 'necessary' to mean 'merely' 'convenient' *or* 'essential' (which are FAR from the same thing!)...who are these people?! ... Nevermind. It doesn't matter.

Issue 6 calls upon Wickard v. Filburn which is one of the first foundational SCOTUS cases that really got me interested in Constitutional law. It will be nice to have something I'm looking forward to in order to help motivate me post-vacation.]

Robespierre is packed.

I owe one to my regular coworker who, back from his own vacation this week, consented to stay over and wait for a very late train when *I* was actually working the shift that would usually be the one to stay. We hadn't seen railroad drama like that in quite awhile. The scheduled 3am got in about 8'oclock. It sat behind a freight train with cars on fire - cars once removed, toppled over and blocked the main - requiring heavy equipment to clear the right of way.

This caused *all kinds* of problems for us and our passengers, not the least of which was what to do about the connecting bus that takes connections from three different trains. Coworker was the real MVP. It's because of him that I was able to get all of the things accomplished.

Super honorable mention goes to fav coworker who sent, via her husband, a souvenir for me from Disneyland! It's this *STUPID CUTE* Mickey ears train conductor hat. As much as was possible at that given moment, my day was absolutely made. Pics to follow.

Was so busy with aforementioned accomplishments this morning that I missed Liz on Meet The Press. She was fantastic, per usual. I love her the way she loves that blouse she's worn at her last five public appearances. 😂

I so appreciate her tenacity and consistency both for all the good her work is doing generally and so as I have no reason to be embarrassed about the personal statement I submitted to five different law schools telling them she’s my inspiration.

I've packed enough clothes to be away for a month and snacks like they don't have food in Tennessee.

Must be time for a road trip!

[gimblegamble]

Wait why did I private this, this shit is hilarious.

OUAW posting don't mind me.

Why did... why did we leave Witchlight Carnival only to drown in the swamp of sorrow-- I already hate Prismere I wanna go home. 🥲

edit 1: nevermind Gideon is peeing everywhere

edit 2: STOP PEEING ON EVERYONE

edit 3: oh my god his fucking legs

edit 4: 3 points of dick damage

edit 5: hell yeah back in the game anyways fetish swamp

edit 6: I love it when ✨something happens✨ and Derek gets to act like he has rabies

edit 7: ah, they've killed him

edit 8: I'm gonna throw up, he gave her the signal whistle

edit 9: I like DM Andy but I just realized how bro him and Mace sounds like IRL. Also like how feral Twig is for Nikkie

edit 10: [Nikkie creating Twig]: these bitches ain't going nowhere without an NPC to drag them along, time to take this in my own hands.

edit 11: [Nikkie]: can I, as a DM, use the word 'hole'? [Everyone]: NO

edit 12: Dang, I can't even imagine how hard it would be to simultaneously DM and be a player character in a DnD session Nikkie is so cool

edit 13: jesus Twig is OP, she killed like 50 rabbits while semi concious

edit 14: I can't wait until OUAW blasts me with sadness while also telling me about piss and nudist cats with fused legs

edit 15: [Mikey]: can I draw on this? [Derek, without an ounce of hesitation]: I'll kill you

edit 16: Derek setting up a future werecat fight

edit 17: Torbek 🥺

edit 18: Nikkie's 'yes, and?' game is fucking phenomenal

edit 19: [Derek not having any enrichment for an hour and a half]: time for curses?

edit 20: its so funny they all just looks so much happier whenever they get cursed

edit 21: despite all the shittalking they all still care about eachother so very much I'm gonna cry

edit 22: Kremmy's eldritch blast hasn't hit an enemy in a while

edit 23: "It didn't ask for this" the funniest fuckin phrase so far (in context)

edit 24: the penis nose curse is always so funny

edit 25: "no he didn't give me a condom, he gave me a folded up piece of paper! probably some resistance code-- oh, no there's the condom" - Kremy

edit 26: Torbek's back! :D

edit 27: proud nudism is contagious.

edit 28: ITS FRIGHTENINGLY CONTAGIOUS

edit 29: JESUS GIDEON IN LOVE IS 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

edit 30: its always ironic 😔

edit 31: It'd funny because, out of all of the party, it's usually Torbek who keeps track of lore things with the fairy dragon and ClapperClaw

edit 32: NEW CURSE TABLE

edit 33: got my hands on the unedited stuff and????? they're pretty ship friendly??????

edit 34: everyone's clown-sonas are turning out pretty nice

edit 35: " YOU CLOWN BACK UP YOU SILLY FUCK, LET'S GO!"

edit 36: "Torbek just wants to go home" "you are home, you're with us" Immediate waterworks, I'm sobbing

edit 37: something about nickles and Kremy finding silicon breast forms that somehow fit perfectly.

edit 38: my favourite part of the whole play was Hootsie.

edit: 39 the Gideon taking damage every time Mace laughs IRL bit damn near killed me

edit 39.5: Kremy's condom collection grows

edit 40: oh my god NIKKIE! The lore drop from what's basically a comedic bit. AAAAAAA

edit 41: nooooo I love Torbek 🥺🥺🥺🥺

edit 42: say what you want, they really know how to break tension in a good way

edit 43: not the carlfish nooooooooo

edit 44: my head hurts from laughing too hard, I think I'm having heart problems (in a funny way)

edit 45: I'm gonna burst a blood vessel laughing too hard.

edit 46: When will Gideon realize that flirting with Frost is like flirting with a brick wall

edit 47: please stop giving Torbek the bananyas, I cannot think about his long fingers pushing bananyas down anyone's throat again.

edit 48: waiting for a confrontation where the other person doesn't silence Gricko

edit 49: wheres Torbek 🥺🥺🥺

edit 50: "I'M NOT GONNA MISS YOU YOU LITTLE BITCH!" - Twig

edit 51: taking a peek in saltmarsh and-- MUMBO JUMBO MENTION LFGGG

edit 52: why does andy sound like a twink

edit 53: me every time I see my name in the patreons list

edit 54: Derek's Monty voice scratches an itch in my brain I never knew I had.

edit 55: back to OUAW, I really can't get over Mace's regular speaking voice, he has such a jock voice and he says shit like 'jujutsu kaisen' like nothing else... like a jock otaku, a jotaku

edit 56: you know it's back when even Nikkie goes "NOOOO 😭😭"

edit 57: the universal fear of accidentally destroying a bag of holding... Frog of holding?

edit 58: I don't like the shadow demon :( I don't like the frog of holding :(

edit 59: oh its not a frog of holding?

edit 60: I'M SCREAMING, CALL THEIR NAMES KREMY CALL THEM RIGHT NOW

edit 61: TORBEK NO

edit 62: yeah no, I wouldn't be able to watch this without the twists, I'm sorry, I don't- I can't with the fails I'm gonna eat concrete

edit 63: TWIGSIE NO

edit 64: TWIGSIE PLEASE

edit 65: I can't do this tonight man

edit 66: TORBEK NO

EDIT 67: THE WIKI LIED TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

edit 68:

edit 69: nice

edit 70: Kremy... Kremy Kremy Kremy... you are such a simp for your husband. Down horrendous. Down appalling even. I once knew someone like you, I put him in ✨situations✨.

edit 71: wait is there some Briggsy/Torbek stuff anywhere? genuinely curious because of their connection in that oneshot 👀

edit 72: can we not let Torbek end a fight ever again? I don't like being lightly misted by blood and gore everytime he shifts

edit 73: alright alright, listen I'm in it deep enough that I will definitely watch prime okay? I'm doing it piss backwards though and will maybe watch it when I'm done catching up with everything else. I'm trying to speedrun OUAW (badly because I watch the unedited shit + avantris and chill stuff) and I thing I plan on watching Uprooted or Edge of Midnight next. A lot of my motivation for all of this is because of EVERYONE at the table's enthusiasm with their lore like Andy theory crafting at the mere mention of prime plot points? Mace's general everything with anything??? I'm just... in it you know? I love them. I'll watch prime Richie I will. dw about it

edit 74: ASS BACKWARDS NOT PISS

edit 75: LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE

edit 76: I need somebody to look at me the way Mace looks at anyone on the table who drops lore unfamiliar to him. Curious, focused, a bit apprehensive, staring you down as if he wants to bore holes on your forehead.

edit 77: whiplash again... my neck will never be the same

edit 78: I... CANNOT do this... not again. I"M NOT FUCKING STRONG ENOOOOUUUUUUUGH

edit 79: what the fuck even. NOT HOOTSIE MOTHERFUCKER

edit 80: jesus fucking christ

edit 81: I have recovered

edit 81: Torbek 😭

[mythicalartisttm]

ok u know what? sure, I'll share what my brain was doing

Spoilers for what I'll be talking about, read as far as you dare!

so there's this webcomic that I like, yeah? it's called Jupiter-Men. Teen superhero story with a saturday-morning cartoon feel to it. Been reading for almost a year now, would recommend.

Over the past few days the author (@/actionkiddy) has been posting artwork leading up to the season 1 finale that drops next week, and strangely, the countdown started on day 10. This gave me a pause, bc wouldn't a 14-day or 7-day countdown make more sense? And why are the protagonists sitting on an L-looking shape?

The days come, and so do the artworks.

9 days left. Background looks like a blob of color. Maybe what I thought I saw was nothing?

8 days left. Still looks like a blob of color, I was probably tripping out at first. But hey, the panels that make up the backgrounds are summarizing the comic's arcs up until now, that's pretty cool!

7 days left. Definitely just the panels being shaped into cool shapes (I also like this art a lot)

6 days le- NEVERMIND THERE'S SOMETHING BEING SPELLED HERE.

I go back and review the shapes again, and sure enough:

L-U-P-I-T

Ten days. Ten letters. What could it spell? Is it an anagram? There's no "L" in "Jupiter-Men" though......

wait.

The character on the 7-days-left artwork.... his name is Arrio McKay, and his late mom is from another dimension, called Magi. People from other dimensions are not allowed onto Earth - or "Prime" as the dimension is known as - under normal circumstances, and his mother is no exception.

But... she stayed. Mrs. McKay stayed on Prime for several years, at LEAST 11, because that's how old Arrio was when she died.

Now, crash course on a small bit of JM lore:

(both panels are from ch. 46, second image edited for relevant info)

In Jupiter-Men, when one from a foreign dimension crosses into Prime, they require an item called an anchor in order to stay on Prime, lest they get forced off by the laws of the multiverse and its' relation to Prime specifically. The average anchor can only hold its' bearer to Prime for a couple hours before it breaks, maybe a day or two from what little we've seen so far.

But a special anchor, made by Prime's protector, the Star Guardian? It can last for however long the Star Guardian wishes.

This means that L-U-P-I-T-a McKay was not only in contact with the Star Guardian, she got special permission from him to stay. This honor is usually only given to people with connections to the highest levels of government in a particular dimension, and the trips are usually (?) short. It seems to be implied that any anchors created by anyone other than the Star Guardian are the ones in the black market, so Arrio's mother being allowed to stay on Prime for a whole 11 YEARS AND COUNTING is a VERY BIG DEAL.

But she's dead. Arrio is haunted by her death; poor boy has nightmares on the subject even 5 years later.

And that's just it. That was 5 years ago at the time of the comic's events, but she started haunting the narrative Arrio's part of the narrative after he learned of his heritage. Arrio is technically half banished from Prime, so the fact that he can stay on Prime seemingly without an anchor is... interesting to say the least.

Perhaps Lupita will start haunting more than just a tiny part of the narrative now.

Of course, there's also the possibility that her grave is empty, since uh.

That explanation is very dodgy.

There's more suspicious things in Arrio's story in the actual comic of course, but I have neither the time nor the energy to go over them right now. (The comment section did most of the heavy lifting for those other points anyways, so just. Read the comic ;))

👀

obscure fandom thing that has since burned me out in the hour I posted that

[mystxmomo]

"Oh!" Sonia's gaze lights up, "I see!" She makes an attempt to follow his lead, grin threatening to slip across her face, “This is exciting! I have never gotten the chance to do anything like it before.”

“Really? That sucks,” Owari props her legs up, adds to her chain, “My lil’sis use to make ‘em for me all the time. We had like? This abandoned plot of land near our house we’d go to. Lot’s’a pretty weed’s and flowers grew along the edge of it,” She rubs the back of her neck, “I stopped takin’ her there when she cut her foot open on some glass. But it was nice while it lasted, ya know?”

Kuzyryu hums in acknowledgement. Sonia nods along, more focus on her project then the story.

---

Update.

[daisyful-gvf]

sweet as berries (part 8)

18+

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pairings: josh x reader

word count: 3.6k

notes: merry christmas!! i know it’s super late in the day (technically the next day), and that this part is a little disjointed, but i had to get this to y’all. love u all very much and i love berries josh. also there’s a lot of smut in here lmao enjoy

*very minimally edited sorry 🤪*

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-❄️🍓❄️-

He made good on his word—after you’d said ‘i love you’, the sex was somehow even better.

It was like he couldn’t stop saying it, between your thighs, into the crook of your neck, against your lips as he rolled himself against you. It poured from him, and he meant it every time.

You were no different, letting it gasp out of you every time his hands touched you a certain way, or when the dim light caught the highlights of his face, making him look like an angel.

You finally felt very close to him; some invisible boundary had been knocked down, and there was no shame, no hesitancy. When he fucked you, your skin touched everywhere, hot and electric. Your breath tangled with one another’s, his sweat dampened your hair, his tongue was learning you inside and out.

All the while, between gasps and groans and curses, now you could both say what you really felt— i love you. That night, he said it as he came, hips rolling hard against you, and you felt something shift. You needed him like water, now. There was really no point of return, and you were fine with it.

-❄️-

Josh didn’t really care for the cold. Ironic, being from Michigan, sure. True, nonetheless. He hated the way his teeth would chatter, how his skin felt sore from the bitter wind.

You were able to convince him to drive around and look at Christmas lights, though, as long as you let him keep the heat on full blast.

You’d each finished up the respective traditions with your family before he had picked you up. He met you at your family’s porch and walked you across the slick driveway, letting you clutch his arm. He was in sweats, dark green sweater, and a black, fuzzy scarf. You were glad he went the casual route, as you had too, opting for a large sweatshirt and yoga pants.

“Made us some spiced hot chocolates, sweet girl,” he pointed to them as he shut his door. You thanked him and took a sip, enjoying the trail of warmth it left through your body as you swallowed.

Despite the heater and the seat warmers, the Jeep was frigid. He breathed into his hands and rubbed them together. Quickly, you reached over and grabbed them, holding them in yours and breathing on them. He smiled.

“I missed you,” he grinned, leaning in for a long kiss.

“Saw you yesterday,” you said between kisses.

“Too long,” he answered back.

You chuckled, finally separating.

“Where to, little snowflake?” He smiled.

“Oh really?” you blushed, “Snowflake?”

“Mmhm,” he put the car in drive, “You’re special, remember? Like a snowflake.”

“S’cute,” you murmured, “Um, we can just drive through some neighborhoods nearby. I think most people have lights up by now,”

He nodded. “My hands are still fucking freezing,” he shivered.

“Here,” you took his right hand in yours and guided it to your thigh, just between your knees.

“Ooooh,” he sighed, “How are you so warm? You’re like a furnace,”

“Feminine power,” you laughed, “I dunno, my thighs are always warm.”

“Mm,” he rubbed his thumb against your leg, “I like it,”

His voice was low in a way you recognized.

“Christmas lights, Josh. Innocent, pretty Christmas lights.”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, “It’s just really warm between your legs. Makes me wanna…” he bit his lip, cutting himself off with a soft groan, “Nevermind. Christmas lights. Christmas lights.”

“Exactly,” you grinned.

He drove around for the better part of an hour, winding in and out of Frankenmuth’s charming neighborhoods. There was snow everywhere, and plenty of festive decor, and truly, you felt warm and fuzzy with it all.

“Look at those,” he would point out at certain lights, eyes gleaming like a child’s. His hand stayed buried between your knees for warmth, and you rubbed his forearm gently. You couldn’t imagine a better way to spend Christmas Eve.

Finally, after you’d seen just about all of the lights you could find in the suburb, he began to make his way back to your apartment.

His hand squirmed slightly between your knees, and you began to wonder if it was really even cold anymore or if he just wanted to keep it there.

You didn’t have to wonder for long, because at a stop sign just outside of the neighborhood you’d left, he snuck a glance over to you and swallowed back a whine just late enough for you to hear it.

“Josh?” You asked softly. His head turned quickly to you, eyes slightly hooded.

“Yeah?” He breathed out.

You looked at his hand between your legs and then looked back silently inquiring.

“What?” he asked, voice low again.

“Are…”

“Berry, I’m sorry, I can’t—“ he gripped the innermost part of your thigh hard and looked at you with pathetic need, “You’re so warm here, I wanna touch you. Can I?”

Oh, he was impossible to resist. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Baby,” you said, “we’re like twenty minutes from my place, can you—“

“Please don’t make me wait, sweetheart, please,” he nudged his hand further up your thigh. “I will if you want, of course, I just…”

You knew he would never push you, and his begging was born solely of built up need. And god, did the thought of that make you positively crave him.

Wordlessly, you let your legs fall open for him.

“Oh, thank you, sweet girl, I…”

A whine sounded from the back of his throat and his hand slid slowly up to caress you. He sighed heavily as he cupped you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “Make out with me, come here,” he pulled your head in with his free hand and you whimpered against the kiss.

Eagerly, you slid your tongue against his as he began to rub over you with some amount of pressure. You couldn’t feel anything too closely with the fabric between his hand and your body, but the touch still made your face flush. He was kissing back just as greedy, his lips quickly becoming slick and swollen.

“Back seat?” he whined into the kiss.

“Not here,” you breathed back, “We’re too close to houses“

“Fuck,” he sighed, “Okay, let me—“ he kissed you hard, “Let me pull off somewhere,”

You pulled away as he began to put the car in drive.

“You sure you don’t just wanna go to my place? It’s not—“

“Berry, I love you and I’m sorry to cut you off, but I’m so sure. I need you too bad to wait.”

He drove with his left hand and kept his right cupped against you, rubbing softly every so often as he would drive. He didn’t go too far, maybe two minutes away, but it was a much more secluded road.

The moment the car rolled to a stop, he put it in park and pulled you back against his mouth.

You were groaning now too, both at the electric brush of his soft lips and with the way he was coming apart.

“Back seat?” He asked again.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Yeah.”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned against your lips before breaking away hard and fast, wasting no time exiting the car and re-entering to the back seat.

You followed his lead, making your way out and back into the vehicle.

He helped you into his lap in the backseat, and immediately you could feel the hard outline of him against you as he pulled you into a kiss.

His hand—the warm one—flirted with your waistband.

“Can I?” he asked. You nodded against him and he nodded back, softly sliding his hand into the front of your pants, under your cotton underwear. As his finger slipped against you, a groan vibrated from his chest.

“Fuck me, you’re so warm,” he wasted no time slipping two fingers inside you, curling them as he stared into your eyes. His were half-lidded and dark, his jaw slack as he fucked them slowly into you.

The fullness of his fingers made your head fall back, and a drawn out moan escaped you as he worked.

“Why’s my pretty girl so wet, hm?” He breathed into the crease of your neck. He peppered soft kisses to the fragile skin.

“You,” you rasped out.

“Mm, have you been waiting for this?”

You kept your head back, letting him lick at your neck.

“Maybe,” you breathed.

“Yeah?” he sounded cocky, and you hated that you loved it, “You just love my fingers, don’t you, pretty snowflake?”

“Fuck,” you hissed out. He was working quickly now, and the wet sounds of it filled the car, making you blush.

“Kiss me,” he said, tilting your chin to him with his free hand.

You kissed him hard, teeth bumping together. He groaned against you and gripped the back of your neck with a firm pressure.

“You think you can cum from just my fingers, Berry?” he breathed into your mouth.

You pulled and pressed your forehead to his. His fingers had you writhing and your vision blurring.

“Think so,” you nodded, “I’ll try,”

“Don’t try, sweetheart,” he kissed your cheek, “Just let it feel good. And tell me if you want something different,”

You nodded and let your head rest on his shoulder.

“Here,” he murmured, and brought his free hand to his mouth. He licked his thumb and brought it down to swirl easy circles over your clit. Your stomach tensed as the jolt of pleasure coursed through you.

“How’s that?” he murmured.

“Yeah,” you sighed against him, “Keep going,”

“Oh I will,” he kissed your cheek again, “Pretty girl is soaking my fingers,”

“Josh,” your voice was pitched high and almost whiney, “Faster,”

He nodded and listened, quickening the pace of the fingers inside you. In a few moments, you felt breathless, teetering on the edge.

“Come on,” he rumbled near your ear, “Cum on my fingers, little snowflake. You know I love you. Know I just want you to feel good,”

With much too loud of a yelp, you were trembling and collapsing into him.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he removed his thumb and brought his hand up to your face, holding it gently so he could press kisses to your cheek and jaw.

You came back to him after a few deep breaths. He watched you with rapt attention, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Good?” he asked softly. You nodded dazedly and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I wanna be inside of you so bad, sweetheart,” He spoke quietly, lips brushing yours.

“Please,” you breathed.

“You’re too fucking sweet,” he sucked on your lower lip, “I should be the one begging, with how good you feel,” he curled his fingers, making his point. “C’mere,” he slid you back a couple inches on his lap, his fingers still inside you, allowing him to push his sweats down and pull himself free.

With some amount of struggling, you tugged your pants off so they hung only on one of your legs by the ankle.

As soon as you were settled, your hand wrapped around him almost on instinct, touching him languidly and pulling a shaky exhale from his chest.

For a moment, he continued dragging his fingers in and out of you as you stroked him slowly.

“When you’re ready, Berry,” he said, brows furrowed as he watched your hand over him.

You were very ready—you leaned forward and let him withdraw his fingers as you lined him up, sinking down and letting him stretch you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “Mm, warm me up, sweetheart,”

Your jaw dropped open as you ground against him. He cursed again and you whimpered at the full feeling. His hands gripped your ass as you began to move.

“Feels so good,” he breathed, looking up at you, “You’re so hot,”

A bashful laugh escaped you, but quickly you were cut off with a groan as he hit a spot deep in you.

“Sweet girl loves this, huh?” he grinned, “You like my cock, sweetheart?”

“Fuck, Josh,” you huffed out, “Talk to me,”

“Mm, and say what, babe?” his lips dragged along your jaw line, “That you’re so fucking tight and warm I feel like I could cum already if I wanted to?”

“Yeah…” you breathed. You felt dizzy, and his words made the heat in your belly stronger.

“Or that I love how pretty and fucked out you look?” he stroked your hair, “Cause I do. You look so pretty, babe, riding me,”

“Jesus christ…” your breath was heavy as you slammed yourself down into him again and again.

“You wanna make me cum, huh sweetheart?” He thumbed over your lip, “Fucking me so good,”

“Josh, I—please,” you groaned. You had no idea what you were asking for, but the way he was speaking to you was driving you insane.

“I’ll cum for you, babe, just keep—“ his breath hitched, “—Fuck, just like that, Berry. Kiss me.”

Your mouth crashed into his, urgent and messy. Soon, he was death gripping your hips, releasing into you and bringing you along with him.

Through the steamed up windows, you could still see the glow of Christmas lights in the distance.

-❄️-

Waking up to Josh, all soft brown curls, creamy skin, dark eyelashes—was single handedly better than any Christmas present. As you came out of sleep, you watched him, and you ran a finger through the ringlet curl at his forehead.

Your parents had agreed to let you both do your own Christmas festivities as long as it was early enough in the morning to still make it to breakfast at their house. And you were grateful, because what a fucking way to start one of your favorite days of the year.

“Merry Christmas,” you spoke softly against his cheek, pressing a kiss to it after. His lashes fluttered as he stirred slightly, slowly blinking open his eyes. Your chest physically ached as they focused on you, warm amber gaze.

“Hey,” he said back, voice rasping from sleep, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,”

His lips tugged into a sleepy smile and suddenly you had to kiss him. You straddled him, careful not to be too rough with him just waking up, and settled against his lips. He hummed against you, arms wrapping around your torso, letting you lean against him fully.

“Love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“Oh, I love you,” he said back, holding your face in his hands and pressing kisses to it, “What a nice way to wake up, hmm?”

You nodded and kissed him again.

“Wanna make coffee and do presents?” You asked against his cheek.

“Yeah,” he agreed, nuzzling his face to yours, “Wanna do other things too, but that can wait,”

You laughed, “Yeah, it’ll have to wait. We have places to be, sweet boy,”

He gave a full grin at the name, “Alright,” he sighed, “Kiss me slow one more time, Berry,”

Without a moment of hesitation, you leaned forward and kissed him, slotting your lips together. His hand settled on the back of your head and kept you pressed to him, and the slow drag of his tongue over your bottom lip was addicting.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay in bed for a bit?” He asked, his voice a low buzz against your mouth.

Your breath was shaky as his other hand trailed slowly down your waist, over your ass. He gripped gently, rolling you down into him, making his breath stutter.

“We shouldn’t, babe, we have to…” you whimpered as he sucked on your bottom lip.

“I know,” he kissed you again, “But doesn’t it sound nice?”

His voice was working and he knew it; so low and sleepy and turned on. He was coaxing you into the idea even though you were serious—there was no extra time.

The hand he had on your ass trailed around to the front of you, pressing against the front of your sleep shorts. Your eyes rolled at the contact.

“You don’t wanna come sit on my face for a little bit?” He murmured, “I’ll treat her so sweet,”

“Josh…” it left you in a shaky breath.

“I know, baby. Come here. Let me,” he lifted himself up so he could slide down the bed, reclining fully. He motioned you upwards and you hesitated only a moment, considering the scolding you’d get for being late to family breakfast.

But his eyes, god, how they looked when he was aroused. And his flushed cheeks, and his messy hair—

You slid your shorts off and climbed up on him.

“Look at you,” he kissed your thighs as you settled over his face, “This is the best present you could give me, sweetheart,” he murmured, gripping the tops of your thighs, asking you to lower yourself.

Immediately, his velvet tongue made you whimper. He laughed softly at the pathetic noise, and lapped at you again.

You came apart for him like that, thighs shaking as he got you there. Then, he fucked you slow, in the daze and glow of the morning light filtering through the blinds.

-❄️-

After a quick shower and more making out, you settled in the living room, on the soft carpet near the christmas tree. You each donned a cup of coffee and matching christmas pajamas that you’d picked up the week prior. A vintage holiday vinyl you’d thrifted crooned low in the background.

You’d agreed to keep presents small—with Josh primarily making his money from a gig here and there, and you working off tips from a coffee shop, there was no need for extravagance.

“Look at Pepper,” he smiled, nodding towards your cat. She was swatting at a golden bulb of an ornament, nearly knocking it off the tree. You giggled at it, watching her play.

“She’s easily entertained,”

“Pepper and I have that in common, I guess,” he grinned, sipping his coffee. “Here, Berry, you start,”

He reached for one of the few presents under the tree. It was wrapped in a snowflake-covered paper, a small box about the size of your palm.

You unwrapped it with an exciting sort of anxiety buzzing in your fingertips, wondering what sorts of things he’d picked out—you didn’t have lists to go off of.

Quickly, you could tell it was jewelry. You opened the small gold box to reveal a dainty gold toned necklace with a small, tear dropped shaped pendant.

“It’s, um,” he smiled, “It’s strawberry quartz. Ya know, cause,” he flipped his hand up in a shrugging motion and giggled.

Your smile spread wide all on its own.

“I love you,” you breathed, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was mostly just smiling with your lips barely pressed together, but you didn’t mind.

“Your turn,” you grinned, passing him one of the presents.

He ripped open the paper after complimenting you on the wrapping job.

“Berry!” he exclaimed, “How’d you find this?”

He spun the John Denver vinyl around in his hands, reading over the back of it in awe.

“Luck,” you smiled.

“Ah, Rocky Mountain Christmas. How perfect,” he grinned, “Thank you, sweetheart,” he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Alright,” he handed you the next gift and sipped his coffee as you opened it.

It was another smaller package, a little bigger than your hand. You unwrapped it carefully, revealing a small, cream-colored photo album. Your breath hitched even before you opened it.

The inner cover had a message written in gold pen.

To my Berry,

Merry Christmas. I love you and cherish you always.

-Josh

“Babe…” you smiled wildly.

“I actually had written that before you said ‘i love you’ the other day,” he grinned, “So technically, I beat you to it.”

You laughed and began to turn the pages.

He watched you closely, face full of affection, as you flipped through it. Even before he explained, you understood.

“They’re from the disposable camera,” he said softly, “From Halloween.”

You nodded, taking it in. The photo of him holding your hand in the pumpkin patch, of your bracelets from the gift shop, of you smiling. The way he saw you seemed so pure, you could not help the tears in your eyes.

“You like it?” He smiled.

“Yeah,” you breathed, setting it down to wrap him in a hug as you blinked away the tears, “I love it. Thank you,”

He hummed and kissed your cheek.

“Okay, babe, we probably need to hurry,” you handed him his other present. He nodded, tearing it open.

“Oh, wow,” he smiled, holding up the bandana.

“It’s vintage,” you smiled.

“This is so cool, Berry,” he turned the burnt orange fabric over gently in his hands, tracing over the paisley pattern, “Thank you,” he pulled your face in for another kiss, “I love it.”

“One more,” you handed him the last present.

“You got me three, Berry? Trying to make me feel bad?”

“Oh hush,” you smiled, “This one didn’t cost money, so we’re even.”

He bit his lip as he opened the gift. He gasped softly as he revealed it.

“Oh, you know me well,” he smiled, holding up the CD, “My girl made me a mixtape, huh?”

You nodded, grinning, “You are a musician, Josh, don’t give me too much credit.”

“That I am,” he grinned. He read the handwritten tracklist you’d written on it, “How’d I get a hot girlfriend that also has great taste in music?”

“I dunno,” you hugged him, toppling him over to the ground. He giggled and set the CD down, “Guess you better keep treating her nice and maybe she’ll stay.”

“You just use me for orgasms and I know it, Berry.”

“I can do that on my own, Josh,” you kissed his cheek, “You are pretty good for that, though,”

“Oh, shut up,” he laughed, pulling you in against his lips.

“Merry Christmas,” he said softly, “This has been the best Christmas morning I’ve had in a while,”

“Me too,” you kissed him softly, “Merry Christmas, babe.”

-❄️🍓❄️-

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[taliaquinn]

Why Me!? Chapter 15

A/N: Sorry I took a while to update my peeps. Fun fact this chapter was originally over 2,500 words so I split it. After going through a massive edit it was still long anyways:). So Enjoy the fact that Chapter 16 is going to come out very soon, also more one shots will be posted. Check out the most recent one if you guys haven’t :)

“NO WAY,NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT,” Marinette yelped “SCREW SOCIAL INTERACTION!!!” leaping from the chair she immediately started pacing around.

“Marinette you have to go to School, you’re too smart and can't always be cooped up here.” As much as Bruce would love having his children to stay in the relative safety of the house “Besides you wouldn’t be alone Tim and Damian both go to Gotham Academy”

“B-but Bruce” he allowed shock to flood his body because finally his daughter wasn’t calling him Mr.Wayne. Uck. He knew Stark was still dealing with that problem with his own protege. “Gotham Academy is one of the most prestigious schools in the States not to mention expensive”

“Marinette, do you realize that the cost is nothing to me?” Oh god he went through this with most of his children, the whole "please don’t waste your money on me” routine. “it’s my job as a father to make sure my kids are safe AND are receiving a great education”

“The cost means a lot to me-hold up don’t they offer scholarships?” She asked a glimmer of hope in her eyes

“Yes but they are mostly for kids who otherwise wouldn’t be able to attend, The Wayne foundation offers a few, anyways you won’t be completely alone Tim and Damian both go to Gotham Academy” Bruce explained, Jesus all of his kids were so weird about money, well most of them, Damian and Tim were something else.

“Ugh Fine, what about my parents? Will they be okay with it?” No way would Maman and Papa allow it.

“Oh they already enrolled you, your mother just thought that I deserved the honor of telling you” he said rolling his eyes.

“WHAT!!!!”

Oh boy maybe he should have let Dick and Alfred handle this.

Cesaire Apartment                                                                                      Paris, France                                                                                            5:00pm

“Come on Think about it Nino, Marinette’s gone what could she do anyways?” Alya asked her boyfriend on facetime, unfortunately she and Nino couldn’t go out, both were stuck taking care of their siblings. Joy.

“Alya im not sure…... the article seems a bit too far, I mean Chat Noir hasn’t exactly been helpful lately, plus he HAS been acting rather childish lately,” Nino Responded, He might need glasses but that doesn't mean he was blind to the Chat Noir situation. He’s been distracting Ladybug and he hasn’t bothered showing up a few times to the Akuma Battles!!! Some hero. “Why not post the video of your interview with Adrien? That will instantly attract all of his uh eager fangirls” he offered

“Apparently sunshine boy has to ask his Dad for permission, so this article is the next best thing” The article she was referring to was in response to the video of Marinette lecturing Chat Noir. It wasn't as much fact based but opinion based

“Why are you still hung up on Marinette so much? She used to be our best friend”

“She's a bully, who constantly attacks Lila, and still hasn’t confessed to what she has done”

“What if it’s Lila who is lying?” Nino asked cautiously, he never knew what would set Alya off these days.

“Not you too, you know what? Maybe you should just switch classes like the rest of the traitors if you believe that” she scowled. “Go be on their side”

“Sides What sides? Alya there isn’t any sides”

“Yes there's the right side and the wrong side”

“What makes you so sure that we're on the right side?” Nino finally asked. He has been having his doubts. Something about Lila’s stories just wasn't adding up.

“You’re being Ridiculous Nino, You know what? I don't want to talk to you right now, you obviously won't listen” Alya screeched ending the call. Nino Stared at the dark screen with his jaw open in shock.

He’s being ridiculous?

It's his fault?

These last few weeks, Alya has been borderline unbearable. Nino found himself having to resist calling Marinette and asking her for advice.

On one hand it was out of guilt on the other hand some part of Nino already knew what she would say. She would tell him to break up with Alya. The relationship was getting far too toxic. He turned on his phone and clicked on Alyas contact. Thinking out his Message he finally typed the message he's been wanting to send for the last few days

Nino: Hey, I just don’t think this is working. This relationship is bad for the both of us. Ask Lila for help instead. Goodbye Al

Message Sent

Message Received

Wayne Manor                                                                                      Gotham,USA                                                                                                      8 pm

“Trust me Pixiepop Dick is the last person to ask for advice concerning school, Dickhead was smart, sure, but he also dropped out of college ” Jason explained to Marinette, who was mopping about school “He decided to enroll in the Police Academy instead, believe me Bruce was pretty pissed about that”

“B-ut it he quit to do something he actually likes, I doubt he actually wanted to be a businessman,” Marinette retorted. “speaking of which do you think he’s doing alright in Bludhaven?” She asked her voice laced with concern.

Jason knew for a fact that Dick wasn’t doing that great, he was pulling overtime as Officer Grayson and working the night as Nightwing, Bruce and Tim weren’t fairing that great either. The impending gang war was keeping most of the local vigilante community busy.

“I’m sure he’s fine pixie pop”

He was absolutely not fine.

Unbeknownst to them, Nightwing had walked right into an ambush inside a warehouse right next to Bludhaven Bay. With a few more hours of sleep Nightwing might’ve had a higher chance of winning , unfortunately he was running on 3 hours of sleep a night so he was getting quickly overwhelmed.

After one too many punches Nightwing finally put out a distress alert.

“Master Jason, You have a Call from Bludhaven Bay, Your friend there seems to be in need of your help”

“I’ll take it, Sorry Maribug seems like I have to head out right about now.” Jason he quickly answered. Fuck. Dick was in danger.

“Why?” Marinette asked puzzled, why not just take the call here? “Cause This dingwatt friend of mines only calls me if he’s in trouble or about to be”

“Can I come w-” Marinette was cut off by her phone chirping crap akuma.

“Actually you know what? Better not keep you” she said walking backwards towards the door “Stay safe Jay, see ya, toodles~”. She quickly exited and quickly walked towards her room.

“She's hiding something isn’t she Alfie?” Jason said after witnessing Marinette's strange departure

“It is blatantly obvious Master Jason, although I do believe she is permitted to do so seeing as how we all have our small secrets” Alfred said with a huff. His hopes for a normal grandchild have just been dashed. Maybe he will have better luck with great-children? Shaking his heads to clear his thought he and Jason quickly made their way towards the Batcaves entrance,

Jason stopped mid stride an odd feeling overcoming him “You feel that?” Jason asked feeling a rush of warmth

“Feel what Master Jason?”

“Nevermind let's go save Dickie-bird”

Welp I hoped you enjoyed today’s update :). Also I hope you guys have been taking care of yourselves. I know that it has been a bit different lately due to well everything. Please feel free to message me if you guys need to. Stay safe and healthy ❤️

Also if the text is a bit wonky i’m sorry, still learning all the tips and tricks

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So I was listening to mr lover man by Ricky Montgomery (AMAZING SONG) and I thought omg, what if Genos got hurt so badly that he had to stay a year with kuseno to get repairs. Of course Saitama could visit, but couldn’t take Genos home, not even for holidays. And poor pining Saitama is all depressed and Genos hates himself for getting hurt and AAA the angst~

Hhhhhhhh

Tags: hurt/comfort, mild angst with happy ending, established relationship, G-rated

Genos had had several close calls. It wasn’t always easy to tell, ’cause the guy would do everything to hide it, like a sick animal pretending it was feeling fine. And it was hard sometimes to even tell what was serious when it came to him - losing an arm or a leg or both was annoying, but not life threatening in the least, like it would be for a regular person.

There was no denying it this time, though. When Saitama found him in the rubble, he felt his stomach drop. The image haunted him even days after. He didn’t even dare pick Genos up from where he laid, he was scared of making it worse, with all those... bits exposed. He just guarded him until the drones arrived and then he went home, unable to eat or read or do anything, so he went to bed at 8 pm and tried desperately to forget this day had even happened.

The phone didn’t ring until almost a full day later and when Saitama picked it up, it wasn’t Genos on the other end but his doc. Saitama had never heard him sound so grim before.

”How is he? Itching to get back up yet?”

”Saitama-kun, are you sitting down?”

It was bad. Really bad.

Kuseno had a bunch of complicated terms for it, but from what Saitama gathered basically the connection between Genos’ brain and his body had been severed, which was really dangerous, for obvious reasons. There was a risk of brain damage, but there was also apparently a risk that his brain wouldn’t correct right to his cyborg body again, or any cyborg body, if those connection points had been too badly damaged. Which would be really, really bad. Brain damage would be kinder. Without a body, there would barely be any life left for Genos, he’d be little more than a brain in a jar.

The doctor kept him in a medically induced coma for what felt like forever. At least Genos didn’t have muscles that would atrophy from lack of use in the meantime.

When he finally woke up again, they had no idea what to expect. Kuseno had warned Saitama that Genos probably wouldn’t move or say much, if anything at all. He’d been put in a new body, one that was set up more for people undergoing full body modification surgery for the first time - kinda like a bubble-wrapped edition. No weapons, no fancy scanners - as little as possible for a badly jostled brain to deal with. Just enough to be a person.

”Hey, bud, how are you feeling?”

Genos just looked at him, not moving as much as a muscle. His face looked the same as before... all this. His hair might have been a bit shorter, Saitama thought. Easier to care for while he recovered. And of course, all the cables and wires connected at the back of his neck, so thick they almost formed a pillow under his head where he laid on the table, covered only with a thin blanket.

Genos could be stoic, but he rarely tried to hide his feelings around Saitama. It was unnerving to see him so still. Saitama couldn’t even tell if he recognized him or not.

Kuseno clapped Saitama’s shoulder as he made his way towards the exit later, but he couldn’t make any hopeful promises.

The next time Saitama came to visit, things were better, thank goodness. Genos could move now, a little bit. Mostly his facial muscles, but enough that Saitama could tell he was happy to see him. Over a month since the accident had already passed at this point, so he was happy to finally see some improvement.

The third visit, Genos was in a foul mood already by the time Saitama arrived. That was unlike him (at least around Saitama). Kuseno explained he was upset because of how long his recovery was predicted to take, which he’d just been informed of.

A year.

If they were lucky.

No monster fighting. No shopping. No tracking the mad cyborg. Genos was going to be stuck in the lab for months and months, watching the world go on without him while he struggled to even move his toes.

Genos could be stoic. He wasn’t that day. Nor was he raging, though. He couldn’t control his body enough to be. The tears flowed quietly as Saitama held his head in his lap and tried to tell him that it would be okay. That his stuff would be waiting for him until he was ready. Saitama too. And he’d visit, as often as he could and Genos wanted him to. He’d bring him his favourite stuff, his notebooks and the chocolate he had hid among the frozen peas back home. The stupid plushie version of himself that Saitama suspected Genos had commissioned someone to make for him. By the fourth visit, all the things he’d brought last time were lined up so Genos could look at them whenever he wanted. He looked pleased at that, at least.

He still wasn’t speaking, couldn’t move anything below the neck. Didn’t even have his own room - lab wasn’t set up like that - but they’d made this one corner all his. Kuseno had pulled down a TV, a radio, audiobooks. A potted plant, though Saitama had no idea what kind it was. At least it added a bit of life. This portion of the lab didn’t have windows, so the doc had hung up a poster of a forest instead. It was as nice as you could make such a place. And in the middle of it all laid Genos, propped up like a grumpy-looking doll, probably wishing he was anywhere else.

About four months in, he started to talk again, which was nice, though it was hard to understand what he was trying to say most of the time. At first it was mostly grunts and sighs, he struggled to form actual words. But at least he could point and make gestures now, if you gave him time, so he could point at what he wanted. He couldn’t write yet, but he could flip the TV channels and change the radio station, giving him at least that little bit of control of his life. And he could eat and drink again, even if he spilled a lot. Must be nice though, to be able to finally do some stuff on his own at least. Saitama couldn’t imagine how bored and frustrated he must be, he was normally so active.

They celebrated Christmas down in the lab that year. Saitama had asked Kuseno if he couldn’t at least take Genos to the nearest town, just for a couple hours, but doc said it was essential Genos was hooked up to all those cables 24/7. Poor guy. But they had cake together and Genos even managed to murmur a ’murry chrysmaz’, which was both sad and cute.

Saitama got him gifts too, a book about space that looked cool and a Gudetama plushie and a hoodie that was really warm and soft. Genos gestured that he wanted to wear it immediately, so Saitama helped him out of the Qseno Tech one and pulled the hoodie over his head.

It contrasted nicely with his arms, which Saitama told him. These arms weren’t polished grey or black like most of Genos’ designs, but white with black accents. They looked so... peaceful, by comparison. Didn’t even have blasters, just soft pads for grip, almost like pawpads. Genos sat completely still as he let Saitama feel his hand over, interlacing their fingers.

Without warning, Saitama felt his eyes starting to burn. He took a deep breath, trying to will it away, but that only made it worse. He looked away, until he felt Genos’ fingers squeezing his.

”Shen...shei.”

He broke down.

It was Genos’ turn to comfort Saitama, which felt wrong, but he was so good at it. He held Saitama in his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder, until he got it all out, which took forever.

”It’s not the same without you there. It’s so lonely...”

”Clean-n?”

”If I’ve... kept it tidy?”

”Yus.”

”Uhh...”

”Shenshei!”

When Saitama dared meet Genos’ eyes, he was giving him that disapproving stare that he knew well from when he was slacking off.

”I’ll make sure the place is spotless when you return home.”

”Goo. Call Kin.”

”I guess I can invite King over.”

”Foobooki. Ban. Moomen.”

”Fine, I do have friends.”

Genos reached up to wipe a tear off his cheek. ”Yus.”

-

Inviting people over meant he had to tidy up. It was a lot and he completely misjudged how long it would take. He was only halfway done when King showed up and he tried to apologize, but King didn’t say much, just helped him with the rest. They got pizza and played video games and it was almost like normal. Apartment looked a lot less glum now, too. Wouldn’t need to be embarrassed when Genos got back home. If he could keep it up for another six months.

”I’d come earlier, if you’d only let me in, Saitama.”

”Yeah, I know.”

”You’re welcome to visit me too.”

”Yeah yeah.”

They played in silence for a while.

”You wanna talk about it?”

”It’s lonely without him.”

”Yeah. But he’s doing better, right?”

”Yeah. He can sit up now.”

”Is it taking that long to fix his body?”

”S’not his body, it’s his brain.”

”Oh.”

They went back to being quiet. After Saitama’s character had gotten his ass kicked half a dozen times, he told King to go home. He was hesitant, asking Saitama twice if he’d be okay. He promised he would be. Besides, Fubuki was coming over the next day. They were going to sort the mountains of get well-letters Genos’ fans had sent him after word finally got out that Demon Cyborg was on extended sick leave. He’d asked them to keep that stuff at the HA, but apparently they had had enough of that and were going to dump the boxes at the apartment the next morning. Saitama didn’t look forward to it.

Fubuki showed up looking very casual, for being her. Saitama wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen her in pants before, nevermind sweats, even if they were brand name. She brought food too, fruit and bread and stuff like that. But she didn’t ask any stupid questions, just shook her head at the stack of boxes of fanmail.

”We’ve got our work cut out for us.”

”Yup.”

”If you’d started months ago, it wouldn’t be this much work now.”

”Yup.”

Still, it wasn’t that bad once they got started. Most of the stuff they threw away, but they kept the treats and a few of the plushies. Saitama helped himself to one box of chocolate, but put the rest aside for Genos. Some kids had sent in drawings and those they kept too. They ate while they worked, taking care to not stain the letters.

”This one’s for you,” Fubuki said suddenly.

”Hate mail again.”

”No, nothing like that.”

”...”

”Listen. ’I read about Demon Cyborg and they say you’ve been seen walking alone in City Z. It breaks me heart to think of you being separated, you seem so close in all the photos. Please know that both of you are in our hearts. Best wishes.”

”Oh, well, that’s new.”

”We’ve all been worried, you know. For both of you.”

Saitama fiddled with the letter in his hands. ”It’s been rough. But it will be okay.”

Before he had the chance to stop her, Fubuki engulfed him in a hug.

-

He’d warned Genos that he was bringing him fan stuff today. Kuseno had encouraged Genos to read some of the letters, but he didn’t show much interest. They split the treats though and piled the plushies up on the least full shelf above the bed. The smallest one, a fuzzy cat, Saitama placed carefully on top of the potted plant. It was blooming, tiny delicate pink flowers.

”You know, I’ve never seen my cactus bloom, even after all these years,” Saitama remarked.

”Too bad,” Genos replied. His speech was getting clearer and clearer. He wasn’t chatting quite as much as he did… before all this, because it still required a fair deal of effort from him, but it was still a big improvement.

”Maybe I’ll bring cake, next time.”

”If you want.”

Genos didn’t remember his real birthdate. He didn’t remember much of the day his doctor found him either, but Kuseno did, of course. They’d picked that date as a stand-in birthday. They kept it simple, cause Genos didn’t like being surrounded by too many people and all, but they’d eat cake and Saitama always got him a little gift, usually slippers or oven mitts or something else that was practical. He’d waffled for like a week what to go for this time, especially with it being such a weird year and all. He still hadn't made up his mind .

Saitama took another letter from the pile and read it aloud. Reading vetted fanmail wasn’t so bad. They didn’t have to worry about weird or gross stuff, though Fubuki’s tolerance for allowing that had proven higher than Saitama’s.

”’In conclusion, get well soon’. That one was sweet, right?”

”I guess.”

”Oh come on, Demon Cyborg, with your ’hard exterior but fragile self within, so barely contained’.”

Genos snorted. It was like a balm, seeing him slowly return to his old self. That also meant he was getting increasingly restless, though. He’d already left his bed three times, now that Kuseno let him go without all the neck cables, once dutifully during physical therapy while supervised, twice at night when neither Saitama nor Kuseno were there to reel him in. The first of those times he didn’t get far, didn’t even leave the room, but the second he fell down a flight of stairs.

Thank goodness for his exceptionally hard head, or they might have had to put a helmet on him.

Saitama got it, though. Genos hadn’t like, lost any intelligence, or forgotten more stuff than, well, he already had. He still had his goals and interests and all that. And his body was still state of the art and ready to rock. The problem was getting the two - his brain and his body - to work together again. It was all way too complicated for Saitama, even when the doc tried to dumb it down for him, but at least Genos was going in the right direction.

The day came when Kuseno said it was okay for Genos to leave the lab for a few hours. They made a birthday date out of it, since they hadn’t had a proper date in nearly a year and his stand-in birthday was so close. It was hard to be left alone, though. People kept pointing and whispering and Genos didn’t want to deal with any of that. In the end, they bought tea and fancy cupcakes to go and then clambered into the nearest woods. Saitama had a bench or something in mind, or even just finding a nice patch of grass, but Genos had other plans.

”No, stop that.”

No response.

”Oi! Don’t!”

”Don’t worry, Sensei.”

He kept going higher. Into the damned tree.

”Genos! If you fall down your old man’s gonna skin me alive!”

”I will not fall.”

The next branch creaked worryingly under Genos’ weight, but he kept going. Slowly, but with great determination. What had gotten into the guy’s head?

There was nothing for it, then. With a great sigh, Saitama put the paper bag to his mouth, grabbing the edge with his teeth so he’d have his hands free. Branch by branch, he followed Genos up the tree.

About ten metres up, the stem of the tree split into two, leaving enough room for the two of them. With an exaggerated show of pretend-annoyance, Saitama made himself comfortable, placing the bag between them. Peering inside, he was pleased to note he hadn’t spilled anything. He looked up again. Genos was sitting with his eyes closed, hair moving in the breeze. He looked like an animal that had been released into the wild after a life of captivity. Maybe you wouldn’t think so looking at him, but Saitama knew Genos much preferred this environment to a busy city.

”Are you happy now, nature boy?” He nudged his companion in the side and handed him his paper cup. It couldn’t be more than lukewarm at this point, but his tea smelled real nice when Genos took off the lid to drink.

”Very pleased,” he all but purred.

”Can’t blame you, I guess.” And then, after a brief pause, ”I’m glad to see it. I’m glad you’re okay. You scared us, you know.”

”I know. I was scared too. And frustrated.”

”Don’t blame you.”

They didn’t say anything else. They didn’t need to. They said the rest through their actions, the held hands, the lingering gazes. The kiss, tasting of tea and pastries.

Saitama had no idea when he woke up that morning that he’d spend his afternoon kissing in a tree, but he had no complaints. Not until it was time to get down, anyway.

”We can jump.”

”Kuseno made me promise I’d return you without as much as a scratch and you already have a patch of mud on your shoulder. We’re not taking chances.”

”It will be fine.”

Somehow, it had escaped Saitama’s mind how goddamn stubborn his boyfriend was.

”How about I hold you and we jump together.”

”Sensei…”

”It’ll be like, romantic.”

”...Alright.”

Fortunately, Saitama hadn’t forgotten how much of a sap he could be.

It was a mess to stand up in the tree, nevermind getting into position, but eventually they figured it out. Genos grabbed Saitama’s shoulders and latched on, piggyback style, making sure to hold on to the bag as well, so it could be recycled back in town. Like that, they jumped down, and then continued. Apparently Genos couldn’t walk, now. Or rather, he’d decided he didn’t want to, that latching on to Saitama like a koala was better. Give that guy an inch…

When they got back inside the lab, Kuseno instantly looked worried upon seeing Genos being carried, but Saitama assured him that he was fine. He didn’t mention the tree climbing.

He was tempted to stay the night, but Genos was already really tired from the day out. Tussling his hair, he gave him a peck on the forehead and said his goodbyes, promising to be back soon.

That turned out to not be the case, but only because Genos was allowed to go home first. He called Saitama two days later, letting him know he’d be home soon. He sounded so happy, like an excited puppy. He just wanted to stop on the way and shop some stuff, so they could have a nice meal together once he was back.

Saitama never fury-cleaned the apartment with as much intensity as he did that morning.

And then, Genos stood there, wearing that baggy Qseno Tech hoodie and shining like the sun itself. He’d still need frequent checkups for a while and no monster fights for another month, at least, but he was back.

He was back.

”Welcome home,” Saitama smiled at him.

[tostito-road]

36 for killua and gon?👀

"Everything was fine until you showed up." Gon pouted.

"Well, it would've been nice to know where you were. I called you like 5 times." Killua raised his arms in exasperation. "Why did I even give you that phone, if you don't even pick up when I call you." He scolded Gon, the way most moms would do.

"How was I supposed to know you deliberately climed the top of a mountain to fight a gigantic monkey just so that you could win a dare with a couple of 8 year olds?" He massaged his temple.

"The next time you leave to fight some mighty beast, at least leave a note."

Gon sighted and gave a nod.

"Now, let's go before it comes back."

Both boys climed down the mountain to head back to their rented room in the small village below.

"Killua, can I least go tomorrow?" Gon asked.

Killua squinted his eyes at him.

"Ok, nevermind." Gon chuckled nervously.

He knew Killua was tired, he had been training tirelessly with a nen master that also specialized in using electricity. According to Killua he was quite strict, and since they would only be in the village for a couple of weeks and then move on to meet Leorio in YorkNew, Killua resorted to using all his time and energy at the mercy of his teacher. And apparently his teacher's methods for using electricity were a bit more complex than he thought.

He would train the whole day with his master, and then he had to reluctantly spend his nights studying the more scientifical concepts of the flow of electricity. He was not content.

Gon, on the other hand didn't have much to do, at first he had tried to help killua, until he realized that he too, was not very good at math.

So he resorted to training, but it quickly got boring without Killua, so on one of the afternoons where he wondered into the village, he met a couple of kids that told him of the legendary Krosno that lived atop the mountain.

One of the kids told Gon that if he could bring back a tooth from the mighty beast, that he could exhange it in the village store for practically any item.

And so Gon began his own adventure, except he forgot to tell Killua, hence the scolding he had just recieved.

As Killua and Gon entered their room, Killua passed out almost immediately on the bed, groaning about how tired he was and how unfair it was that he would still have to wake up early the next day.

Gon on the other hand, couldn't fall asleep, he stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, only to discover that it had just been a couple of minutes. He finally decided to sneak out. Figuring that he wouldn't be able to wake Killua even if he tried to, he didn't bother to sneak around.

Gon stood at the foot of the mountain, he was entirely certain that with his abilities he would be able to face the monster at the top, and with his fishing rod on one hand he started his climb.

Killua woke up the next day when an annoying ray of sun shone on his face, he turned to face the other way to see another ray of sun grinning at him.

"Killua, wake up." Gon whispered. "Our train leaves at 11:30, it's 11 o clock."

"WHAT?!" Killua rose from the bed immediately, he and gon spent the next few minutes packing, and checking out. Killua wanted to visit his master to say his goodbyes. Gon admired the level of respect they had, they both bowed slightly and Killua's master handed him a small object, before rushing them off to catch their train.

Gon and Killua barely made it in time for last call and then finally sat down on a booth seat overlooking the village.

They both let out a sigh.

"Hey Killua, what was that he gave you?" Gon wondered.

Killua opened his palm to reveal a green card. " I dunno." He stared at it. "He said to come back once I felt ready. That he has a lot more to teach me."

"I don't wanna read books again." He groaned and sunk into his seat.

Gon laughed.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a chocorobo limited edition plushie.

Killua's eyes light up. "Is that?"

"Yes!" Gon grinned. "I wanted to give you something since you've been working so hard these past few weeks."

He turned the plushie. "Here, it has a pouch on the back to hide your stash in." He pulled out a couple of chocorobo candies and handed them to Killua. "And, it also functions as a backpack." He finished proudly.

"Whaaat?" Killua marveled. "Where did you get it?"

"At the village store, I noticed it the first time we walked in."

"But this must have cost a fortune, how did you get it?" He chewed on his half eating candy before handing the other one to Gon.

"I just traded a little something for it." Gon smiled, before biting off a piece of the chocolate too.

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This was super fun to write and I hope you like it. c:

[sleepymarmot]

The Untamed liveblog, eps. 8-15

8

The rabbit scene was already in the previous episode! What is this editing? Are these episodes from different cuts of the show or something?

Why is it unmanly to hold rabbits? Also DON'T THROW SMALL ANIMALS LIKE INANIMATE OBJECTS FOR FUCK'S SAKE

Ok but I'm getting concerned for these rabbits. Did Yi feed them before? Has WWX been feeding them since then? Are they gonna be alright? This is very important!

Does the phrase that LWJ keeps really mean "How boring"? That doesn't make much sense.

Oh so that's the name of the guy who hangs out with WWX... I've been wondering for several episodes

wtf is happening in the falling petal scene

I'm getting the feeling that a full-sized adventure got condensed into two scenes. WTF does "The Yin Iron deprived the peony, the leading flower, and the true Lady Florist was held in captivity" mean???

Anyway why are you sharing this top-secret info, that even your siblings aren't allowed to know, with a buddy from your class?

Clever trick, Wen Qing!

9

Am I finally getting a back-to-back fight?..

So, if the statues steals people's "spiritual cognition" (=souls?), and the Wen guy making them into puppets was a separate thing, then why did their spiritual cognition return not when the statue was subdued, but when Wen's bird was killed?

Wait, since when does Jiang Cheng know about the Yin Iron?

10

WWX is SO offended someone wants to be more smug and insolent than him

So now they're talking openly about the Yin Iron right in front of those two strangers...

How did they start the conversation at night in one location and continue at daytime at a different location, and not the one where the characters were heading

Seriously who tf calls their castle "The Unclean Realm"

Does Xue Yang's face not get tired from non-stop smirking? Is it frozen like this? Is he this world's Joker?

omg did LWJ just smile at hearing WWX's voice

Alright, when 10 minutes ago I thought "Meng Yao, sweetie, kill that clown", this is not what I had in mind

SOMEBODY GIVE MENG YAO A HUG (after some emergency medical care) HE HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG IN HIS LIFE. Can Xichen adopt him now?

11

Wow, the Jiangs seem to have an actually healthy family relationsh-- *the mother shows up* Uh, nevermind

Why is the Lan Grand Master suddenly dying?

LWJ gave up himself and the Iron shard just to save one traitor?!

I hope everyone enjoys their time in Morrowind! (They obviously won't)

12

*insert a quarantine joke here*

Wow, LWJ switched to the protective mode very unexpectedly (Is that because he just lost his entire clan and therefore the primary subject of his loyalty? and the next in line, to everyone’s surprise, was WWX?)

this beast is the least convincing special effect I've ever seen, including 60s Doctor Who

13

"stranded together and tending to each other's wounds while trying to repress your feelings" in a TV show instead of AO3 makes me feel like I'm in a parallel dimension

for a few wild moments I thought he was going to suck infected blood out of his leg

Just! Do! It! The long fucking stare where he's Considering killed me.

"Let's trigger your crush's PTSD to make him talk about it" and other useful therapy tricks

14

I really didn't get what LWJ was doing in the fight scene. He was describing a technique of killing with strings physically, right, not with the sound they produce? Which made me think he had a spare set of strings on his person, which would have been a refreshing change from all other fictional battle musicians who never carry backup, but from the montage sequence it was pretty clear he just collected bowstrings, and also iirc he summons his guqin anyway. But also it really doesn't look like he accomplished much behind injuring his own hand.

you can have hurt/comfort in both directions, as a treat

dude, just relax and don't try to make it less awkward

a whole-ass flashback to their Meet Cute, no less!

please do not flash back to That One Scene like it was something cute and ruin the whole montage

so he knew the main group escaped, then?

What's the cave timeline? Did it take the two of them several days to prepare the attack on the monster, and after WWX passed out, he hasn't awoken until the rescue, as the editing suggests? Or was there an unseen period of time where WWX and LWJ sat together in a cave, slowly dying from hunger and having no interesting conversations to show whatsoever? The former sounds a ton more convincing, but gathering arrows and bowstrings is a job for several hours, not several days...

I have already written a post about having mixed feelings in response to female characters written in a misogynistic way; here is just another example. Lady Jiang's shrill insults make me want to curl up, cover my ears and close my eyes to hide, or to shout back to chase her away. And at the same time I hate that someone deliberately presented a woman speaking her mind and reasserting her right as a co-lead of the household in an offputting way, to show how she's ruining the family by not being docile and submissive enough. And -- I still don't have anything to like in her to spite the misogynistic writing; should I invent something out of principle, or should I play along with the misogyny game?

As someone more familiar with Japan than China (fantasy or not), it breaks my brain every time I notice people wearing shoes inside lmao

For the first time in this show, after I thought "give him a hug already", a character actually did it on screen

15

After watching 7 episodes in one day, I am finally skipping the opening sequence for the first time

even when the mother fights the bad guys, she somehow does it in a shitty classist way. the purple whip and the combat handmaidens are cool tho

the trio screaming for their father departing to certain death was the first thing in the show to make me cry

kinda wild how the show fluctuates between: 20%: a compilation of time-tested relationship tropes :) 80%: well that was nice while it lasted but back to the plot. HELLO NAUGHTY CHILDREN IT'S PARENT DEATH AND CLAN DESTRUCTION TIME

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Unrelated to anything above, I'm still hoping for a scene (maybe near the end of the flashback for maximum dramatic irony) where WWX says jokingly to LWJ "Whose funeral have you been dressing for?", with the answer hanging in the air but remaining unsaid: "Yours, Wei Wuxian" (wouldn’t work at the point I’m at rn, for example, because he’s currently mourning his entire clan)