#even tho it aligns with the trusted reader readings that i had

[mercurytrinemoon]

Okay okay whenever I do a tarot reading for myself and it's negative I get frustrated and angry but ONCE IN A WHILE when it's positive I'm like "naahhhh, this is sus, I bet they're trolling... or they are not talking about me... I bet there's a catch to this 10 of cups and 4 of wands!!!"

Like????

How do I cope with that lol

[dreamywriter143]

Request for a jealous Neteyam x reader? Or maybe a jealous Lo'ak x reader??

Jealously

Status: Request By Anon/Scenario

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, tiniest bit of Angst, some mentions of violence and possessiveness.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Thank you for your request Anon!! I loved the idea but I was conflicted on who should I choose. And then I thought of the brilliant idea to to do both of them in a scenario setting. So I ended up doing it, got kinda carried away tho……I hope you enjoy!

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Neteyam

(Romantic Jealousy)

Neteyam is fully confident and trusting of his mate. He would never get jealous over meaningless situations or a mere glance here and there. He understands how beautiful his mate is and how that would gain attention from time to time.

In fact it’s when he catches someone gawking at her is when he realizes how lucky he is to have landed such a perfect mate. It’s just when any Na’vi men approach her with deeper intentions, that’s when his jealousy kicks in. He doesn’t like when other men think they have a shot as what is rightfully his, what he worked so hard for.

Neteyam is fully aware of where his mate's heart resides, but that doesn’t stop the burning jealousy that twists along his guts as he watches from afar. His tail swishes behind him violently as his eyes train onto whoever dares to approach his mate.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Short Secenario~~~~~~~~~~~~

Neteyam’s eyes glared into Ao’nung who had approached Y/n earlier. His ears twitched uneasily as he strained to hear what Ao’nung had been whispering into his mate's ear. He was able to catch a few words here and there, none of which settled the feeling inside.

Y/n giggles at a stupid joke the male Na’vi says that further angers Neteyam. How dare he? Ao’nung knew who Y/n belonged to. Yet he still persisted much to Neteyam’s dismay.

Neteyam’s nose flares as he watches the way Ao’nung gazed at Y/n. It wasn't like how other men glanced at her, appreciating her beauty. No. It was a gaze of longing, a gaze of lust.

Of wanting to take her from him. And that didn’t sit well with Neteyam. Before Neteyam could hold himself back his feet carry him across the beach and beside his mate in a matter of seconds. His tail gave away how agitated he felt despite the forced smile along his lips.

“Ao’nung, if you don’t mind I need to take my mate somewhere. I do believe you have duties aligned for you today?” Neteyam says politely despite the rage behind his eyes, keeping the sharp tone under wraps. Even though he was well acquainted with Ao’nung, even becoming close friends. Neteyam didn’t trust him with his mate. He had faith and trust in Y/n. Just not in him.

Ao’nung nods at his words before sending a playful wink to Y/n. Neteyam’s glare seems to harden as he catches the gesture. He clenches his jaw holding back to urge to punch some respect into the Metkayina boy as he retreats. Y/n peers up at her mate, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Are you mad?” Y/n asks, watching Neteyam gulps audibly. His clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows was not fooling anyone.

“No, I’m not mad Y/n” he replies stiffly, opting not to turn to his mate knowing full well she would be able to read him like a book.

“Then why is your tail twitching?” Y/n asks, feeling his tail twitch behind him violently, brushing against her lower back every so often.

“It’s by reflex. An automatic response” Neteyam shrugs, wrapping his arm across Y/n’s shoulder, Y/n snickers, finding amusement in the whole ordeal.

“Hm? An automatic response to…..?” Y/n smiles wide when her mate turns to her. Even though Neteyam made it very clear he wasn't the possessive type, priding himself on not getting jealous often. Y/n loved the moments when he couldn’t control it. You could see the battle rage between his irises as he tried to control the feelings within him,

“I'd rather not say.”

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Lo’ak

(Possessive Jealousy)

Lo’ak has always been a shadow to his brother who outshined him in everything. He was invisible and when he was the center of attention it was only for when he would get teased , or when he would get in trouble. That’s why when he landed Y/n he was cautious and careful. He treated her like a queen, placing her on a pedestal. He finally received the one thing in his life that gave it meaning.

Lo’ak immediately became possessive over her. He was never first for anything in his life so when he became Y/n’s first he became obsessed. He’s the type to coddle his mate, always staying by her side showering her with love while keeping anyone and everyone away. Why should the world see what belongs to him?

Why should any other male Na’vi have the privilege to talk, let alone gaze at what gave his entire being meaning? He’s not the type to restrict his mate to her freedom, he’s just the type to make sure no one gets the chance to get near her with ill intentions. To even try to attempt anything with her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Short Secenario~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Baby, I told you it's ok! I can carry them just fine, they're not even heavy!!” Y/n argues, failing miserably as she tries to grab the basket Lo’ak held against him tightly. It was true that the basket wasn't heavy, it wasn't even filled to the top.

But, while Lo’ak was keeping Y/n company as she forged for herbs, he caught the gaze of the men around her. Eyeing the basket as a means to get near her. It was as if Lo’ak could hear all of them think of openings to get near her, start a conversation with her. And Lo’ak wouldn’t let that happen.

“It’s fine baby. Let me help you! Let’s get these to Mo’at” Lo’ak says smiling down at his petite angel. Y/n pouts cutely grabbing onto his arm. She presses herself against him as they walk through the forest. Lo’ak turns his head to glance at where they had been earlier. He felt a smirk play along his lips as he watches some of the warriors stare at them, stare at how Y/n held Lo’ak.

‘That’s right, she mine and mine alone’

“Oh! Y/n!” A males voice pipes up making Lo’ak’s head snap forward. His eyes harden as he takes in the male Na’vi in front of him. His ears flattening against his head as he feels a threatening hiss nearly break through.

“Oh, Ika’lu. What are you doing here?” Y/n asks in confusion. Ika’lu was her childhood friend, someone she felt a bit uncomfortable with due to how often she would run into him. It was as if he followed her.

Unfortunately Lo’ak knew for a fact that he did, it wasn't a mere coincidence that he was always present where Y/n was. Lo’ak would know, because he is always watching her.

“I heard you were picking some herbs. Thought I could help” Ika’lu replies, completely ignoring Lo’ak’s presence which further angers him. How dare he act like Lo’ak didn’t exist.

“I’m fine, thanks! I should drop them off to Mo’at. She must be waiting” Y/n says quickly, trying to pull Lo’ak along who doesn’t budge.

“Are you sure-“

“She said it’s fine!” Lo’ak hisses, taking a threatening step forward. This time Y/n tries pulling Lo’ak back from getting closer to Ika’lu, noting how stiffly he stood. Ika’lu eyes widen at his tone, turning to Lo’ak with a hint of fear behind his eyes.

“I assisted Y/n the other day, I know the best spots fo-”

“You weren’t needed then, you’re not needed now. So back off” Lo’ak gently pulls himself from Y/n. He steps closer to the male , coming face to face. Lo’ak’s eyes watches gleefully how the taller boy seems to cower under Lo’ak’s intense glare. His bares his teeth, growling threateningly.

“Before I make you” Lo’ak whispers. His eyes squint , possessiveness dripping from his words. The unsaid words being heard loud and clear. ‘She is mine’

His tone alone made the boy's eyes widen in fear. He nods before sprinting away with his tail between his legs. Y/n pokes Lo’ak’s shoulder, her pout growing.

“What was that for!!” Y/n whines, eyeing her mate who smiles at her. His demeanor changed the instant he looked her way. His eyes soften as he glances down at her pouty lips.

“What? I didn’t say anything. He’s just a wuss!”

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A/N: I’m sorry for not following the affluence I posted! I need a bit more time for the pt 2’s that I’m currently working on, this scenario was so I could buy myself some time. 😂😂

[cherie-doll]

Can you please pretty please do lots of Horangix reader?? Headcanons, nsfw, whatever, I don't care I need some more Horangi omg

Love your headcanons by the way

aw tysm!! it encourages me to keep writing him bc im not sure if ppl read fics abt him as much as i like to <33 and ofc, here's a sfw alphabet for now, i'll keep writing him in my other hcs too

𓆩♡𓆪 Horangi SFW Alphabet

𖧧 template here

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

That man is loud about it, showy with it, flaunting you and loves intensely.

He doesn't necessarily tell you he's head over heels for you, but he loves showing you how much he loves touching you, caressing you, and wants to be draped all over you. Seriously, his hands never leave you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's the friend you know you're going to have the best time of your life with. Even if his idea of fun can be a little reckless and dangerous you know you can trust that nothing bad will ever happen.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He can't just lie there, he has to be touching you constantly. Smooth gliding his hands over you, following your body like a map. OOOH, I hc he has tattoos and adores it when you trace them, all over his thick, muscly arms and back. All in mutual, enjoyable silence.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yeah he does, I can't imagine him cooking much other than simple meals. Like you know, when he's hungry and you're busy so you can't cook for him. He can make the simplest things taste the best tho, like for some reason his eggs are so appetizing.

Y'all imagine him in an apron with nothing underneath but boxers and tell me you wouldn't breed that man.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would have to be on your own accord because it would take a LOT for him to get over you, he would never be able to forget you. He'd take the last chance he'd have memorizing you, the way you feel under his palm, the way you taste on his lips, the feelings you've ignited, the memories you've gifted him, and so on. Would truly try to make you stay and not leave, placing heated and passionate kisses just like the first time he'd been graced by your lips. Just know you'll receive constant phone calls and messages from him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He's with you most of the time, and if being married means you'll live together with no restrictions then he's all in. Pulling out the ring soon.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He loves aggressively but can be gentle when he pleases in small gestures on the day to day basis.

His emotions don't differ much from the regular, and on the rare chance that he's not teasing you he won't say a thing. Just sitting next to you and lifting you up to sit on his lap. More because he needs it, holding you when he's softer.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Sneaks up behind you and tickles your sides before hugging you. Sometimes he'll "pounce" on you and hold you tight in his arms, it makes you all giggly and squirming which makes him grin. Likes feeling as if he has you trapped within his arms, that nothing can take you away from him and you're secure with him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Maybe in a moment when he's lost in ecstasy, in an ardent moment. A feeling that just so happens to be aligned with someone he can be sincere towards, not something everyone has and doesn't happen twice in a lifetime. In short he says it while you're having sex. And he'll keep whispering it against your ear, murmuring it against your skin, breathing it against your lips.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Idk you tell me from this scenario:

He watches from a few paces back as someone talks to you, except he doesn't like their body language towards you. He comes closer to stand behind you, eyeing the other person suspiciously, and just rolling his eyes and sighing exasperatedly. Visibly in a bad mood which usually scares off the other person.

Yeah, he can be quite possessive (not in a toxic way). Let me explain, he likes calling you his but not in an object is mine kind of way, instead you're his for only him to give you that special love of care no one else could give, his to tend to.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

When he has you enveloped in a hug from behind, he'll start placing small kisses on your nape until his lips are barely parting from your skin and he's moved down to your shoulders, keeping his mouth so close as he murmurs into your skin.

Once he captures your mouth in a kiss, it'll be a while before you can catch your breath as your chest heaves. Longing to feel your lips on his as he desperately kisses you that he almost merges with you. Holding you closely, encasing your body against a couch, wall or whatever as he leans over you, breath caressing your lips for a mere moment as his eyes connect with yours. He's observing you with passion burning in his eyes, both of you watching one another trying not to be the first to give in.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He likes children enough to ruffle his friend's kid hair playfully, maybe calm a crying baby at a grocery store, spoiling a niece/nephew or cousin he's babysitting.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Won't let you out of bed until he's kissed you, held you, felt you. So rushed mornings are a no for him, he greatly dislikes them. The type to set the alarm earlier than when he has to get up just to enjoy having you next to him. Knows when you wake up from subtle body signs, a change in your breathing rhythm, feeling as you burrow closer into him, your hands wrapping around his torso seeking that comfort as he relishes in it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Night is the only time he can unwind and catch up on some much needed rest. Sometimes you joke and call him and old man for his remedies but you end up helping him relieve his back or knee pain, loosen his knotted muscles, or massage him after he's gone hard on a work out.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Maybe when he knows the probability of marriage is around the corner. He starts getting pretty serious because he'll want you to know his faults before your relationship deepens. Things are revealed as you go, he wouldn't drop a bomb on you either.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It's pretty hard for you to actually anger him, most of the time when you're nagging at him he'll just piss you off more by having a smug grin or smirk on his face. Most you'll do is annoy him at which he feels the need to annoy you more when getting back at you. He avoids giving you looks but will always have a bothersome look in his eyes, sighing loud enough to irritate you and giving you smart comebacks to any question you direct at him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I'm sorry but I feel like he tends to be forgetful about some things. Like on the first date he makes such a conscious effort to remember which flowers you like best, what food you prefer and such that on the way back home he's repeating these things over and over again so he won't forget.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

This one date that went kinda wrong because the car broke down on a backroad with barely any cars or people to come by. It was late at night too, but you both sat on the hood of the car, gazing at the starry night sky and just talking. The ambience felt so different, there was no logic in the words you exchanged as you talked the night away yet you were on the same wavelength. It was hours before someone passed by and were able to provide transportation but neither of you had taken notice of the time that had passed.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He don't keep up with his workouts for nothing.

Although you have surprised him before by defending yourself, which he commended you for.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The effort he may not always put into everyday tasks goes into anniversary and dates. Ofc, he tries to but it is forgettable when it's day to day stuff.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's left behind his gambling habits and tries to keep away from it. Yet, he still resorts to bad coping mechanisms, usually tied to his impulsiveness.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

The average ig. He's neglected his skin before but thanks to the rise in skincare for guys he's got a simple routine that you help him keep up with.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Literally and figuratively. Physically and emotionally.

Cannot run an errand without you, not that he would ever admit it though. Your presence is the only remedy he needs.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He's into motorcycles. As a teen, instead of his first vehicle being a car it was a motorcycle. He used to spend a lot of time with groups of motorcyclists when he wanted to occupy his mind. After settling down, he remembered his first motorcycle he had to part with when he joined the military and decided to purchase one of the same model to keep beside the newer one in the garage.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Trying to hold him back or tell him to 'slow down' on things he wants to have fun on. Like he needs his adrenaline rush and although his decisions may seem careless he's made sure the consequences aren't too dire. He doesn't see himself getting along with a boring person or a buzzkill.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Will not go to sleep if you're not in bed with him. Don't try to stay up late and tell him to not stay up waiting for you, that's unacceptable to him. He could try but he feels as if he needs something to hold, feels as if his chest is concave from where your head should be resting on right now. He can only get up and cling to you like a toddler except he's bigger than you and now you can't do anything.

[tonberry-yoda]

Ok so like i said before

Would you please make headcanons of the part 6 gang reacting to a male reader who is an alien like mikitaka

And who uses his ability to turn into jotaros disc and stop pucci

oh this is such a fun idea! it was super difficult to think of though, really gave me a challenge lol. i really loved it though and i hope you enjoy!!

Stone Ocean gang reacting to a reader who is an alien

Warnings - none!

Notes - none of the images below are mine. I really hope you like this and have a great day! this was a little difficult, so I hope i did okay!! FF is my favorite on here lol thanks for the request @lazyandannoying !!

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Jolyne Cujoh

miss gurl is baffled

at first she doesnt believe you

alien??? yeah right.

it takes a super flippin long time for her to believe you until y'all meet FF, who is a literal plankton and then everyone's like, 'oh yeah, they're definitely an alien' lolol

she would always ask you about other planets and why you came to earth

she would ask what stars are like and honestly, a lot of your conversations with her are super duper wholesome and it makes you a lot less homesick

i think because she's a girlboss (and a smart one too), she would come up with the idea for you to turn into a disk to trick Pucci and get her dad back, and its flawless

you honestly love jolyne (platonic or not, up to you) so much and are so thankful that she stepped into your life, even if the whole thing was crazy. you had some fun adventures together and you want to tell her all about the stars above

Ermes Costello

she thinks it's awesome

she definitely believed you right when you told her

at this point, nothing phases her

she thinks you're cool

she doesnt ask too many questions because to each their own honestly

she would just kinda find out new things about you along the way

when you end up saving everyone's asses, she is forever thankful to you, and honestly becomes the closest thing you have to family on Earth

Narciso Anasui

i think you would be a little ghost room rat with these hotties

emporio would've found you and let you live with Anasui and Weather, so you all became pretty close

anasui would ask you questions about the stars and let's be real, he's a zodiac gurl for sure, so he would ask you if the stars align for him and jolyne lmaoooo

at first tho, he thought you were messing with him because you were just another crazy prisoner

until you show off your powers and he's like woah, that aint no stand

he would love that you saved everyone because if it werent for you, he wouldnt have been able to get Jotaro's blessing

what a little rat omg

Weather Report

y'all become close

you're both quiet and weird, so it just fits

you plan on how you're gonna get out of jail together and stay up at night talking for hours

he asks about your old planet and is mesmerized by your powers

watching you trick pucci really showed how awesome you were and he knew he could trust you with anything

you guys have a crazy awesome bond

you two would protect emporio with your lives

Foo Fighters

TWINZZZZ

y'all would get along crazy well

doing weird stuff together

yall would probably try a napkin together and find out that it definitely isnt edible

they think you're so funny

you two would ask about each other's old lives and compare how weird it is

"maybe im an alien too" FF would giggle and just pull you close calling you their "alien twin"

its nice to find someone as equally weird so besides weather report, yall are stuck together for life

[deepdonutkid]

Can I ask for multiple character break downs?👀

Well if I can, then would you please do one for Ada and one for Tommy and one for John

But if only one has to be done, then you can choose any one of these.

Thanks! <3

Thanks for the ask! 💞

Ada Thorne nee Shelby

How I feel about this character

Just love for her! She is adorable, strong, fierce, absolutely amazing! Ada and Polly are the best developed female character on the show. Mainly, because Tommy can’t fuck them, so they can’t be reduced to his love interest, which is such a good thing, because I love strong women. Makes me weak in my knees.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Freddie Thorne, Ben Younger, Jessie Eden, because Ada is bi, she just gives off that vibe, u know.

Somehow I prefer to read stuff with a female reader for her, more than a male reader for her. Because it’s either Freddie x Ada for me or Ada x female reader.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Lizzie, Polly, Ada and Linda are an amazing combination! She and Tommy have an interesting dynamic as well! I would have loved to see more John and Ada interactions, because they have not such a big age gap inbetween, so I think they are close. Especially after Ada got her child and John got married with Esme. Oh, Ada and Esme would have sooo much fun together. Esme would be like the sister Ada never had.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I think her character changed a lot between season 1 and 2, because of Freddie’s death and also after she joined the business again. Sometimes when I make memes or the alignment charts, I have two icons for her, one from first season and one from third season, because I think she is one of the characters who changed the most through the series. First season Ada would do a lot of things different and more naive than third season Ada. Mainly, because she still believed in communism in season 1 and she somehow lost her faith after losing Freddie. Which is super understandable tho.

She acutally becomes wiser with age... unlike her brothers, who just do the same shit over and over again.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wished Ben hadn’t died, because they kill her lovers even fast than Tommys. WTF, right?

On the other hand I wished Ada talked some sense into Jessie, to NOT SLEEP WITH TOMMY THE WHORE SHELBY! Because Ada knows her brother very well and I think she genuinely liked Jessie, or she liked her enough to save her from the pain of being Tommy’s toy or pleasure doll.

And I’m still bitter about the way they killed of Freddie... but more about that later...

Tommy Shelby

How I feel about this character

Relationship status: It’s complicated!

Yes, well, I ramble about Tommy’s shit a lot. I know! He is still an intersting character and it’s so tempting to think about his actions in certain situations, but if I would meet him as a person- I would hate him from the bottom of my heart! <3

He is such an asshole all the time and when I first watched the show, I forgave him a lot he did to his siblings, because I was caught up with his good looks and the presentation of him being the good guy who does bad things to survive. But I spend some time to think about his actions and I noticed, he is an awful human being... to Polly, to his siblings, to his lover and actually to everyone. He might think he does all those mean things to archive a bigger goal, but he is just a gambling addict who can’t stop taking risks he isn’t even prepared for.

Shitty things Tommy has done over time:

Forcing his brother to marry somebody, John didn’t even know at that time, to end a feud, Tommy had started himself and only when it was in his favour to end it, he used John as pawn, so he could archive his plan. HOW FUCKED UP WAS THAT? Nobody seems to talk about this. It was fucking awful! And the way he did it was horrible to! Tommy said nothing to John until the very last moment, when they were already surrounded by enemies, so John couldn’t said no. It also shows, that Tommy thinks he is above his siblings. Tommy thought John wasn’t capable of chosing a wife for himself, so Tommy did that for him too. Even when John didn’t ask for this at all!

Destroying Ada’s relationship with Freddie and chasing his best friend out of town, just because... TOMMY WAS AGAINGST HIS SISTER HAVING A RELATIONSHIP. and yet he proclaimes to listen to woman and to give them a fair change. Maybe just not for our dear Ada!

Destroying Arthur’s marriage, because he kept dragging Arthur into shit, he wasn’t mentally stable enough for. Putting thoughts of rejecting Linda into Arthur’s head, by talking bad about Linda and making jokes about her any given time.

Sleeping with Lizzie over and over again, even when he knew she loved him and when she tried to get over him by dating someone new, he made the order to burn down the pub of Angel, humilated his family, and have him killed later.

Sleeping with Jessie, so he could use her

Humiliate Polly, when she was at her lowest, after Rueben had left her

Drag Michael into the illegal business after Polly begged him not to

Dragging Finn into all this shit after John died, because John wasn’t avaiable anymore

Calling Grace a whore, when they first met

Paying Lizzie in his head, even after she stopped being a sex worker

Helping a fascist

I could go on for a while, but you see my point here!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Nobody! I want to see him miserable and alone! Honestly I’m never going to read all these soft!Tommy fics or whatever, because they really don’t interest me. I don’t want to see him happy.

But go have fun people and write and read whatever you want!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Tommy and Lizzie, because they have a sexual relationship, which is not based on romance and I love this sad and depressing dynamic between them. It’s so interesting to write and read about.

Tommy and Ada are great in the show. I love their talks and Ada actually points out when Tommy is acting like a douche again.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I have a lot... where should I start?

I get so annoyed, when I see Tommy shown as a twink, because the actor is just 1,70m... which is not small to me. I know a lot of men around that height and I think they are average and not small. Also a lot of men feel bad for not being tall enough, because everywhere in our society it’s normal to have a tall man and a small woman. And the way tall man or small man are sexualized in this alpha/omega thing or in a top/bottom dynamic is so... meh. It’s really uncomfortable to see how people try to push the patriarchal man-woman dynamic into same-sex relationships.

Tommy is a class traitor and a horrible husband.

Man, I could rant for hours, but I stop right here. Just remember, please don’t feel attacked, I don’t mean to attack you. Even if you write or draw... whatever with Tommy, I would never say something bad about this. Enjoy creating Tommy content, I will love to ignore it!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I was so disappointed when they killed Freddie, because those two could have had an interesting and compelling relationship. Freddie could have been a great frenemie. I put this here and on on Ada, because their marriage wouldn’t changed the plot as much as Freddies and Tommys friendship. Tommy would have been a way better person, if Freddie was around.

John Shelby

How I feel about this character

MY HUSBAND! I love him and he has never done anything wrong in his life.

Nah, John has many faults, but I still adore him as a character, because his faults are actually making the plot more interesting. I also read, that he and Tommy fight a lot, because John is more moral and has way more integrity than his older brother. It was just hinted in the show, but I love this side fact and I will base my whole characterisation this.

I love to write, draw and read stuff with him. He is my favorite character from Peaky blinders and my love will never die, even though he did.

Funny tho, when I first watched PB, I adored Tommy and was annoyed by John, but as I rewatched it I changed my mind about those two.

He had so much potential and I would spend all my money, which is not much, but the devotions counts, to see a spin-off with just John and his army of children.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Esme, because they are sooo cute together!

My OFC, because I love writing them.

Any reader, because I’m a sucker for John.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

All kinds of interactions with other characters and John are great! My favorite is John and Ada to be honest. But here are other dynamics I adore as well:

John & Polly, (she would help him a lot with the kids)

John & Arthur (they come to the garrison to drink and play cards, they talk a lot about their problems, deep bond here)

John & Tommy (in my head they are always fighting)

John & Lizzie, because they have a great friendship, and they helped each other a lot. She spend time with the kids and he gave her financial support, so she would quit her job, which she didn’t do, because she feared being all alone again, and she has trust issues) (I’m actually writing a fic about these two)

John & his kids (I’m soft for dad!John)

John & Michael (especially in season three, because John seems to be jealous of Michael)

My unpopular opinion about this character

John is not completely stupid. Well, he is certainly not smart, but he works in the betting shop, and Arthur does not, or not really, because Arthur is bad at math... John at least knows his numbers. And also Tommy chose him to be the legal bookie over the others, so John must do a good job there. He just never got a degree or something similar like Michael. Which is also a reason, why John seems to be bitter about Michael joining the business. Michael was put in a higher position than he did.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

This one is obvious... John should have survived.

[n3verending16]

you were good to me - Oikawa Tooru x Reader

So, this is my first ever fanfic! Aah! Writing this was 100% a daunting experience for me, but I largely enjoyed writing it (posting it tho? *rapidly spams space button to align lyrics with the middle* *posts* *formatting is completely off and i have to do it all over again* *screams*). If you have any constructive criticism/ formatting tips, please comment it or send me a message ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

Not requested, but certainly inspired by all the other oikawa x reader writer-chans out there (and a good friend of mine, yejin if you're reading this ily smkamsjskamssjk)!

caitlin and cindy ily too uwu

Based off "you were good to me"

All credits belong to their rightful owners

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Lying, isn't better than silence

"I don't love you anymore."

Oikawa Tooru could feel the bitter aftertaste of his own words to you that night.

Floating, but I feel like I'm dying

One year later, and he still couldn't break off the chains that anchored him down every time he jumped for the ball in a match. He couldn't fly like he used to, the guilt in his gut pressing him down every time he looked towards the stands and you weren't there, cheering for him as you usually did. It was his choice, his fault. And he regretted it, although he wished he didn't.

Still, no matter where I go

At the end of every road

You had always been there for him before, whenever he felt he wasn't good enough. The gentle caress of your fingers through his hair and your soft eyes peering into his own chocolate irises had helped him get over the loss of the match and focus on getting even better than he was. On particularly harsh days, you sang him to sleep, the dulcet tones and lull of your voice relaxing him as he passed into a gentle slumber.

You were good to me

You were good to me, yeah

You had always been understanding of him whenever he ended his practice sessions late. You never asked for his time, knowing his passion for volleyball burned brighter than anything you'd ever seen before, and you wanted to support him. You hugged and congratulated him with a smile on your face when he won, and you comforted him when he lost, but most importantly, you were always there in his life. A constant he could trust, someone he could rely on, someone he could love. He'd been thankful for it. And yet, when he saw the successful application to the Argentinian Volleyball Team, he was hit with the truth. Oikawa was moving to a country on the other side of the world, and things would've gotten so much harder for the both of you. You deserved someone that was so much more than him, someone who would hold you at night, someone who could go on real dates with you, someone who could, and would, put their own time away for you. As much as it hurt him, he knew for your own good, he had to let you go. So he did it the way he hoped would hurt you the least.

I know it's easier to run

After everything I've done

Cut it off. Keep your emotions away from this. This is what's best for them.

"I'm moving to Argentina, and I think it's time I tell you something..."

"I don't love you anymore. We should end things."

You were good to me

Yeah, you were good to me

He still hears your quiet sobs that night sometimes.

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Leaving, isn't better than trying

You'd spent that night lying on the couch, crying to yourself over your boyfriend who'd just walked out on you. What had you done wrong? Were you still not good enough for him? As soon as you had began to stop, reduced to sniffles, images of his silhouetted back as he walked out the front door and the cold glint in his brown eyes as he said the words that broke your heart flashed through your mind made you start bawling all over again. Had everything that had happened between the two of you been a lie? Had your presence in his life not mattered to him as much as his presence in yours?

Growing, but I'm just growing tired

You would've liked to say you were a different person than you had been one year ago. You would've liked to be spiteful and show Oikawa Tooru, international volleyball star, that you had outgrown being lovesick and was now independent and successful, with people who truly loved you. You would've liked to tell yourself that you were so, so much better off without him. But that was a lie, and you were not one to lie to yourself.

Now I'm worried for my soul

And I'm still scared of growing old

You had, honestly, tried to get over him though. You'd made yourself pass out from drunkenness only to wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and the incident more ingrained into your head. You'd busied yourself with cooking, gaming and knitting, and when that hadn't worked, considered a one-night stand from an overly amiable guy you'd just met at the corner café, after deciding against it when one of the girls standing in front of the window outside sent you two a deathly stare. You'd stacked all of his belongings and tried to burn them, until you realised your shaky hands couldn't start the lighter properly.

Even if you had forgotten him for a while, a dull, grey, reprieve from the emotions in your head, it wouldn't have been for long; the memories were everywhere. There was the book he'd accidentally spilt his bubble tea in when you snuck up behind him. There was the somewhat-lopsided drawer, a result of when it got stuck and he'd tried to force it in anyway, ending up in the sides breaking. There was the red christmas mug you'd gotten for him; only to realise he'd given you the exact same one, but green. The small bin in your room was full of milk bread wrappers. Even the study desk in the corner reminded you of days where he would try to draw something cute for you- you'd laughed and told him he had all the time in the world to improve.

You were good to me

You were good to me, yeah

That had clearly been a lie. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to believe the words he'd said to you before he left a year ago were the truth. You had been sure that your relationship was pure, built from the ground on trust and a mutual understanding of each other- you'd respect his love for volleyball, he'd respect your desire to work harder in your career. Sure, he didn't sound like he was lying, but he was THE Oikawa Tooru- a man who held his confident and flippant façade up to the spotlights, letting the light shine on him however he pleased. You needed to know the truth, and like a burning question at the back of your mind, it never disappeared- before you contacted Iwaizumi Hajime, his best friend and your former close classmate, who told you "It was about time you knew the truth". You were glad to have heard those words.

After having a long conversation with Haji (most of it was you cussing), you wanted to hug Oikawa and punch him at the same time.

One decision led to another and the next day, you were standing on an airplane one year after the breakup with a plane ticket clutched in your hands, and a ticket to the Argentina vs Spain match folded up neatly in your purse.

"Try to let him off easy, yeah? He hasn't been at his best ever since he left you. I think he still regrets it."

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And I'm so used to letting go

But I don't wanna be alone

There's noise in the stadium, filled with the audience's cheers and camera shutters going off, but drowned out by the silence in his own head. Oikawa lines the ball up to serve, watching the other team, analysing their positions. "Where should I hit?" he thinks to himself. This is his chance to take another set against Spain. If he misses this one, they will have lost the match 3-1, and it would've been his fault. He can't let that happen. The whistle blows, the ball goes up, and he's doing his jump-serve again, feeling the chains around his feet ready to snap taut like always.

But then amidst the bright lights, among the screaming crowd, he sees a flash of white and teal. Time seems to stop, and he floats in the air.

Was't that his Aoba Johsai volleyball jacket from high school? The one that he'd left behind at your house?

At first, he dismissed it quickly, thinking it was another die-hard fangirl who had one made or maybe even someone from his old team, because no way in hell could you be here right now watching him play when he'd walked out of your life and caused you so much pain and heartbreak one year ago. But then he saw the black purse, with a delicate pink floral pattern and gold highlights. The one he'd gotten for you on your birthday. He meets your wide eyes, your name is on his lips as he stares at your form.

But time moves again. And he grunts as his palm makes contact with the ball, making it fly into the corner and the other team turns and gapes at where surely there was a dent in the ground from the impact. They'd taken back a set, the score was 2-2. His team cheers wildly around him. The commentators rapidly fire off about the service ace- something he hadn't been able to do for a long time.

He's still staring at you in mid-air, but then he falls, meets the ground, his legs give out from under him and everything blurs.

You were good to me

You were good to me, yeah

You stare, lips parted as he collapses, slightly rising from your seat from worry. Had his knee gotten any better from before? Would he still be okay? Surely everything he'd worked for couldn't just end from a fall... but you realised if it did, it would've been your fault. You were, after all, the one who distracted him. Something punches you in the gut as you watch him get up, and he looks at you, the expression on his face one of pure shock and something you can't quite decipher. He keeps his eyes on yours as they shrug on his national sports jacket and carry him off, and you stare into his milky chocolate irises until the doors close behind him. Then you're pushing yourself through the crowd of seated anxious girls to find him again.

God only knows where our fears go

Hearts I've broke, now my tears flow

Oikawa finds himself in the hallway staring at the azure blue sky outside the window as a flock of birds soars past. The medics fuss over him, lifting his mildly sore leg and checking it once, twice, and he absentmindedly nods at their questions. There's a commotion at the door at the end of the hallway and he hears your muffled, strained voice. "No, please! I need to see him... you don't understand..." Eyes widening, he lifts himself up and hobbles over to the door at the end of the hallway, ignoring the protests of the baffled medics and guards. He puts his hand on the handle of the door and pushes, finding you arguing with a guard on the other side of the door. He hears his name from you, your voice giving him comfort. He smiles, albeit a broken one but still, a genuine smile, before he falls, his knee giving out again.

But this time, you're there to catch him.

You'll see that I'm sorry

Cause you were good to me

You were good to me

You hold Tooru as he sobs onto your shoulder. His tears cascade down his face as he clings to you, and he knows he doesn't deserve this, doesn't deserve you. Why had you tried to find him, after he broke your heart a year ago? You realise you're crying too when your vision blurs and all you can sense is the warmth from his skin on yours, his smell filtering the air around you. You take a deep breath in, honey vanilla with slight mint curling into your nose. People awkwardly stand by as they watch the reunion, mindful of the emotions and rawness in the air but also aware of the need to relieve pressure from his leg a bit. Eventually, someone bites the bullet and Oikawa sits down against the wall with you on his right. "You came here from Japan." Tooru hoarsely whispers. "Why?"

Before you could answer, the door opens and his teammate pops his head in, taking note of the people standing uncomfortably around.

"Hey Tooru, are you gonna be able to play?" he speaks in Spanish. He takes sight of you, a girl he's seen somewhere before, sitting next to his friend, and pauses.

"Wait, isn't that the girl on your wallpaper? I thought you said- never mind." He carefully speaks in broken English.

"Anyways, coach says if you're still fine we can send you in." You blink as Tooru puts his arm around you, a pout evident on his face. "I'm pretty sure I'll be able to play (the medic nods along in agreement), just give me a few moments." he answers. His teammate hesitates, nods, and closes the door. Tooru turns his head and rests his head on your shoulder, his fluffy brown hair tickling your neck. You nearly want to cry at what his teammate just told said. "Oh, Tooru..."

"You still haven't answered the question," he tells you. "Iwa-chan must've told you that I left because you deserved more than someone who couldn't be here for you. I don't deserve you, y/n-chan. You deserve to be happy, and... I'm not the one." He tucks away your air behind your ear. "But now that you're here, I can't help but want to be selfish. I want us to be together. I still want you."

You can't help laughing quietly at him, the little pout forming on his face again. "Oh Tooru... you wanted me to be happy. And you thought leaving me so brashly would achieve that? You forgot one very, very important thing." You lean into his shoulder, and play with his calloused fingers.

And now I'm closing every door

Cause I'm sick of wanting more

"If I'm ever to be truly happy..." You tell him, shifting yourself so you're cupping his soft cheeks and looking into his chocolate eyes. "Then you are, absolutely, essential in my life." His heart leaps, soaring at your words. After all that time, you still...

You tut at the dreamlike, adorable expression on his face. "C'mon, Tooru. Don't cry on me now. You've still got a match to win, don't you?" He breaks himself out of his reverie as you lightly pinch his cheeks, and grins ear to ear as you begin to move back to the stands. "Wait, wait." He shrugs his volleyball jacket off his shoulders and hands it to you. "Wear this over that, I want everyone to know you're still mine." You rolls your eyes at his childish request, "Your fangirls are going to kill me, I swear," but comply nevertheless. He's still smiling as he watches his oversized jacket swish around at your mid-thigh as you walk towards the doors. Anything else could come after the match, but for now, this was good enough for him.

You were good to me

You were good to me, yeah

For the rest of that match, for the first time, Oikawa Tooru flies. They do eventually win, 3-2. He's never felt more ecstatic as he pulls you in happily, kissing all over your face and handing you his Most Valuable Player award as you giggle from his childlike antics. The reporters rapidly take note of everything and theres a collective groan from the gaggle of fangirls somewhere, but it's you and him both in your own little world.

Swear I'm different than before

I won't hurt you anymore

Life goes on. You fly back to Japan, with a promise that he would never shut you out again. Sure, you would've preferred it if he was next to you, but you called and messaged each other so frequently that you found you had little to worry about. In rare spaces of time, he flew back to Japan to meet family and friends before spoiling you on dates, decorating your house ("Hey, we need to retake this photo! I'm even better looking now!") or cuddling on the couch together. Every relationship had its downsides, and long-distance relationships were even more a pain, but you were more than ready to take the troubles on if it meant you could still see his smiling face through the messenger call at 1am in the morning.

And you knew this time, he wouldn't stop you from trying.

Cause you were good to me

[troofless]

Just finished watching a walkthrough of Tales of Zestiria, and I must say it is as HYPE as its opening.

My favourite parts:

Sorey and Mikleo bickering — actually, every sormik scene

I swear 99.9% of Mikleo revolves around Sorey, the other 0.1% is him getting teased by everyone (this could be his biggest writing strength and flaw depending on who you ask)

The opening song. A BANGERRRRRR

The different branching routes you can take in Ladylake. Sell the knife? The pipe? Don’t sell both? Sell the pipe later on to get a cool hat as well? How do you enter the Sacred Blade ceremony? YOU CAN CHOOSE

Mikleo leaving Sorey, in the game: Oh don’t worry, Mikleo will be fine, I trust Mikleo to take care of himself :) :)

In the anime: dkjasfnlD MIKLEO DID WHAT??! LAILAH WE MUST GO AFTER MIKLEO RIGHT AWAY

Tbh the argument ‘arc’ he has with Sorey? One of the best parts of the game.

'Does a frog think of getting rid of snakes?’ ‘OH SO AM I A FROG NOW?’ ‘Your LIABILITY will be waiting in the inn’

When in the manga this slow burn (JUST GET CONTRACTED WITH MIKLEO ALREADY) gets extended to after Sorey contracts with Edna

When Mikleo calls Sorey out on his blindness in a skit THEY NOTICE EVERYTHING ABOUT EACH OTHER OKAY

Yeah also, just thinking about how Sorey’s known Mikleo’s true name for a long time now HNNNRNNHSDGGGGGHHHH

Mikleo using his rod not as a conduit for magic but as a whacking tool. He has a mystic arte Crystal Rod where he throws his rod at the enemy saying NOPE (best...) and a mystic arte Final Player where he uses it like a hammer saying “I’ll crush you! Again! Again and again!!” smacking the enemy into the ground LOLLLL

That One Mystic Arte where Edna rides on her umbrella like it’s a flying broomstick and shoots out earth rocks with a finger gun

Zaveid coming out of nowhere at random times, busting out his persona shooting himself in the head and demanding that they fight him

Rose shaking her hands with Sorey at supersonic speed when Sorey gets her to hear the seraphim and she thinks she’s hearing ghosts

The whole ‘we’re married’ scene when they get to Rolance, and the whole joke of Sergei continuing to think Rose and Sorey are married

Dezel laughing at Lailah’s lame animal jokes in the background

Dezel not being able to see, but that’s okay… because he can read the wind!

Dezel being the walking encyclopaedia for all animals and plants bc he’s been everywhere

Rose wants to catch a butterfly and sell it for money, but Dezel interjects and tells her it’s a ‘shae monyurose’ moth, so Rose gives up on catching it, saying people don’t pay a lot for moths

Another skit where Sorey and Rose want to catch these rabbits to eat, (they’re cute... AND delicious.) Dezel is horrified and chases them away by shouting really loudly (HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT??!!)

Everyone who plays Zestiria complaining about how Alisha isn’t a permanent team member, then having mixed debates about whether the anime saved or broke the story with Alisha-Armatization

ZAVEID RUNNING DOWN A WALL

“My way is to put the hellions back in hell” Zaveid says while doing the Dio pose

WRYYYYYYY

I love how he just appears out of nowhere and gets him to fight you, multiple times, in both Zestiria AND Berseria

Dezel suggesting they could just fly all the way to the top but Sorey and Mikleo go “But we WANT to see the ruins...!”

In the bad ending Heldalf is just like ‘nothin doing… just standing here…’ when the team goes in and slays him

Heldalf: You want to defeat me, right? But if you do, you can’t get the TRUE ending… bitch

Sorey:

I love how Rose and Alisha are uncommon heroines, using lances and twin blades instead of magic (Mikleo takes that one, hah). 

It’s like the writers of Zestiria were like Hmm. How do we explore the dark elements in this game by showing how people in Age of Chaos possess immense malevolence in their hearts and align it to the main story, and then went, Got it. Assassins. (Story of how Shepherd Sorey went gallivanting around with a princess *cough cough redactedbecauseshedoesn’texistinthegame* and an assassin~~)

Mikleo: Zaveid, there is literally NO REASON for us to fight. At all.

Zaveid: You gotta beat this ass first

And I think that is very sexy of him

Apparently if you take Dezel out of your team during the third fight with Zaveid, he will yell at you

Zaveid, T-posing on the ground: oh don’t mind me, just setting death flags for the only other wind seraph in this game so I can fill the XXX-shaped hole in your team later on in the game. Also here, take my glock

Dezel 🤝Eizen

    being the same person

GIVE ME THE HIDDEN DEZEL AND ZAVEID LORE (but Dezel doesn’t appear in Berseria…)

Rose “I just noticed, whenever Mikleo gets angry, it always has something to do with Sorey” after merchants look at Sorey and think he’s a con artist Shepherd, then in a later skit comments that No, that’s not true Mikleo does get angry even when it doesn’t involve Sorey, then Sorey says, Nah, he’s not angry, just overreacting.

When the plot says Sorey and Mikleo were destined to be the Shepherd and Sub Lord all along :o :v :O

THEY ARE FRIGGIN MARRIED OKAY

BOTH OF THEM. FROM THE SAME VILLAGE. BABIES. RED STRING OF FATE AAAAAA

Sorey and Mikleo in a skit talking about how they’re not really affected by their past bc their real family now is Elysia. It’s a really quiet and sweet moment.

Zaveid in a skit doing flower fortune readings bc he’s worried that the group hates him bc he was all FIGHT ME! before, but Lailah cheers him up with her own flower fortune telling (‘Uh, your origami flower only has... one petal Lailah’) saying Zaveid is their friend AWWWW

GIVE ME THE HIDDEN LAILAH AND ZAVEID LOREEEEEE

gdi I know we see more Pacifist!Zaveid in Berseria but I want a sequel nowwwwww

Sorey and Mikleo having a final conversation under the stars

SOREY FILLS IN MIKLEO ON HIS PLAN breaking the trope of not telling his team that he’s going to save the world by disappearing

One of the main messages Zestiria delivers is how one person shouldn’t take all the burden on themselves and how Sorey learns to rely on other people

Like Lailah staying silent bc of her oath and how that pains her

Like Mikleo... forming a pact with Sorey.....

God I love Zestiria for breaking tropes everywhere

Did I mention how Alisha and Rose have such good platonic relationships with Sorey? Yeah and you can take out the romantic hinting and it is still a good relationship? Without any shoehorning of ‘forced het couple’?

Sorey calling back to the time he had to close his senses to get Alisha to hear Lailah, tying it back into the main plot!!!! :o GALAXY BRAIN

SOREY PUTTING DEZEL’S HAT ON IN THE STARRY SKY CUTSCENE AND ROSE AND ZAVEID TRYING TO TAKE IT BACK

How the hell is Muse alive and not, like, a hag

Love how the final part is Sorey going “I’ll defeat you with the power of friendship!! And this gun I found”

*flashback to AFOvsAll Might* Sorey: You thought it was over with that punch? I have TWO HANDS!!!!

Ok no lie the final fight was epic

THIS... IS MY EVERYTHING!!!!!!

fsdljfnsdkflsfs;fsf look all the seraphim went into the battle not expecting to live and Sorey went in fully expecting to kill his seraphim friends and prepared to KILL

Compared to the start when Sorey was full-out 'don’t kill hellions Zaveid how could you!!!!’, you can see how the darker themes shine here

What I wouldn’t give for a corrupted!Sorey though, I was expecting it bc of clips I saw on Youtube BUT IT NEVER HAPPENED!!! Lowkey sad tho. Would love an arc where Sorey gets overcome by malevolence and becomes, like a jerk, but as like a morally grey character not fully blown evil (like Jerk Rose ig)

The epilogue with everyone!!! The Lord of the Lands (yeah Uno is very pretty)!!! Lucas!!!! Sergei and Alisha!!! The little drawings in the credits detailing Sorey’s journey!!!! Awwww

Overall a happy ending for Sorey and friends which is GREAT

SMOL SOREY AND MIKLEO EXPLORING RUIN TRAPS AT THE END

oh god I swear they are lowkey married they just don’t mention it to anyone look if you go back and play the whole thing with that in mind NOTHING ABOUT THE PLOT CHANGES

Mikleo my friend you have too many cape thingys on your back PLEASE

The callback to Sorey catching Mikleo though is so cute. In the anime we get the callback to “So this is the world!” htgdgmfgmmmmgfg idk the anime is one hole I don’t want to explore rn

sfaljdfsdlf but yeah though the epilogue was nice and clean and up to reader’s imagination, I wished they expanded more on the epilogue (LET US SEE SOREY..... *fighting back tears*), at least THANKS TO THE ANIME we get to see post-Heldalf Alisha and Rose tho hnggggrrgh

*chanting* D-L-C, didn’t know they had a D-L-C

DLC

ROSALI VIBES jkahdfjksdfs give it all to meeeee

Rose and Alisha catfighting sjdnflsjdfadfhgnfghth THIS IS THE ICONIC ROSALI VIBE I SWEAR

Because of this, this DLC is now elevated to god standards

Edna and Lailah casually talking while Rose and Alisha roll in the background LMAOOOO

Rose must be the most unconventional Shepherd ever and that is GREAT

Bruh is Alisha wearing an abbreviated costume of Mikleo’s

Anyway she’s so cute in her DLC outfit!!!

Alisha ditching keigo is so. Very. Cute.

Alisha and Sorey: :) :D :)))

Alisha and Rose: Bitch. }:(  >:V

Love the girl’s party vibe, and how we get cameos of Zaveid and Mikleo (LET US SEE MORE DEVASTATED MIKLEO PLEASE....) along the way

Sadly no more DLC episodes :( wonder why that got axed, bc fans didn’t like it?

Overall I must say the Zestiria cast is awesome, I really like all the characters and how they are fleshed out very neatly with their own quirks and goals. Edna being god tier with her monotone sarcasm (she is QUEEN....), Zaveid being that dumbass that looks like a stripper (HIM.... baby...), Mikleo being ultimate waifu and how his comedic moments shine with Edna and everyone else when he’s being teased, Sorey being so pure and cute when he geeks out with Mikleo and how his character arc is just such a refreshing take on the hero archetype, Dezel with his stoicness Imma Get Revenge but also his cast knowledge and love for animals, Rose for exploring the side of reality in the malevolence in people’s hearts and her :3 smile and her determination to get things done and how she’s so different from Sorey which only brings out her charm, Lailah with her awful puns and eccentricity and quiet compassion. And uh, Alisha for being the bait-and-switch heroine but a decent character with her own personal goals that are separate from the main character. Sergei and Lucas are also very lovable.

As for the setting, Rolance and Hyland as two kingdoms seem a little small scale compared to lets say if they added one more kingdom, but seeing as this is a 2015 game I think the exploration map is pretty good (then I compare to Xenoblade Chronicles which came out in 2010 and just change the subject). Love the outside game mechanics Giant’s Fist, Wind Stepping and Water Shield (when Mikleo protects Sorey with that!!! And Sorey calls him out by saying he’s been practicing it for a long time... And you recall every time Mikleo asks Dezel and the other older seraphim to teach him stuff so he can get stronger to help Sorey and how 99.9% of his character revolves around Sorey). ‘That spinny mist thing sure gets the job done’ haha. 

Anyway, great game and plot, please go check out if you have time, esp rn since animes and other games coming out will be stalled it is a great time to check out older games aaaaaaa

[writtingsofspn]

A Bit protective

Request: The 14ish reader who is Sams daughter is hurt so Dean and Sam take care of her

Warnings: As the cap would say “language” and a hurt reader,

A/N: So I wrote this then realized it may not have completely been what the requester wanted so if this is the case please feel free to tell me and I’ll write something new for you. Hope you like it tho!!

“How about a nine-letter word for symbolize?”

You took some time to count out the letters on your fingers before answering “represent” in between bites of cereal.

Your dad just nodded, the same small proud smile on his face that he always got whenever you did the crossword puzzle together.

“A high-pitched cry that starts with s?”

“Scream?” You asked

Your dad just shook his head “seven letters, ends with an H”

“Oh, screech”

He scribbled the word down in ink, the only man you knew who could and would do a crossword puzzle in pen. You know he knew the answers to all of these, they weren’t exactly hard clues, but as your uncle Dean explained he liked to think of it as something the two of you did together. Something that wasn’t supernatural related that is. So you did the crossword puzzle with him nearly every morning, something you didn’t necessarily dislike.

Speak of the devil your uncle walked into the kitchen just as your dad was about to ask you another question, ignoring the situation at hand as he set the laptop he was carrying down on the table in front of the two of you. “I think I found us a case”

Your dad eyed you nervously but didn’t say anything as he leaned forward to read the article. Hunting when it came to you was a very conditional thing, there was a list of rules that probably spanned six feet in length had they been written down about when you could and couldn’t hunt. Not on a school night, not if grades aren’t where they needed to be, not if you’re sick, not if you were in the demographic of people being killed, etc.

You understood why your dad was being protective, you’d been on enough hunts to know they’re a serious thing that can go wrong very easily and very quickly, but you still couldn’t help but feel frustrated by the amount of persuasion it took to get you on a case.

“group of middle-aged men and women found all mauled to death by what look like animal marks. All of them teachers at a local high school. All of them found within a three day time period within their own homes, their hearts all missing” Uncle Dean explained, looking mostly at Sam as it had yet to be decided weather or not you were tagging along on this one.

“Werewolves?” You asked, leaning forward to look at the article as well

“Bingo” Your uncle nodded “if I had to guess angry parents or even kids”

“Sweet, let’s go” You tried to rush, hoping to skip over the trial and just be able to push yourself into the car with no conversation.

“The deaths are surrounding a high school you’re not going” Your dad grunted as he stood up, sending your uncle a glare that screamed ‘back me up’.

“nothings happened in a high school” You tried to reason “the only victims are middle-aged people who happened to work there”

“Which means the kids at this high school could be the werewolves. The answer is no.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in frustration. You were on a three-day weekend from school there is no way you were just going to sit around the bunker that entire time. With a deep breath you pulled out your biggest puppy dog eyes and pouted slightly “uncle Dean”

Your uncle sighed, running a hand through his hair before glaring at your dad “you really expect me to say no to that”

“I do”

“but…she could be of some help” You could see the hesitation on your uncles face as he admitted it. Fighting off a grin from your own face as you turned your gaze to your father who stayed silent. “she’s a high schooler, she could get information more easily than we could posing as FBI agents”

“You want to send my daughter into a high school attended by werewolves?” Your father asked in disbelief. The conversation evolving before your eyes as if the two had forgotten you were in the room.

“they’re not going to attack her during a school day in front of all the other students. And as long as she stays by our side outside of school” At these words he looked in your direction, making sure you knew what was coming before continuing “she’ll be safe.”

You could have squealed at the sight of your dads face. He was actually considering it, this would be the first time you were allowed to do something on your own on a hunt.

“Not to mention” Your uncle continued “it may just be a parent of a kid”

Your dad let out an exasperated sigh, finally looking in your direction giving you a chance to use your puppy dog eyes on him. “fine”

Without any hesitation you jumped into the air and wrapped your arms around your dad, him chuckling before doing the same. “you’re way too excited about this”

“nonsense” You laughed before letting go of him and giving your uncle a hug in thanks before heading out of the room, you had some packing to do.

You’ve never been so excited to go to school before.

-

You’d practiced your story with your dad all morning in lieu of a crossword puzzle. He recently received a job offer at a law firm nearby so you moved from Idaho in the middle of the semester. It wasn’t a hard story to remember by any means but you could tell he was nervous and you were walking on thin ice so you humored him, even changing your outfit three times after he vetoed it.

He drove you to school in your uncles car, dressed for his meeting with the principle, going over even more rules as he drove. If you find one of them don’t engage, flee any dangerous situations, blah blah blah, you’d honestly stopped listening ten minutes ago, simply giving him a head nod every once in a while.

The building he pulled up to was small, significantly smaller than your current school, one story, looked as though it housed a max of eight classrooms.

“I signed you up for all of the advanced courses they offered” Your dad explained, looking through the paperwork he had to fill out to get you in “but it’s a small school, hopefully that means you can get information easily and get out”

You nodded, reaching for the door handle, eager to get started when you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N I’m serious” Your dad was all but pleading at this point, forcing you to turn around and actually pay attention, looking him in the eye as he spoke “be careful and trust your instincts. If its too much there’s no shame in telling me that”

“I know dad” You assured him with a small, sincere smile “I’ve got this”

He forced a smile back at you before getting out of the car and walking you into the building.

-

You were placed into advanced English and math, those being the only advanced courses they offered, and remedial science and history with an art extracurricular. Not too bad a schedule.

The classes roughly aligned with what you were learning at your usual school but given that you weren’t staying you didn’t put too much effort into paying attention, focusing more on talking to as many people as you could. This you were remarkably good at, it paid to be the new girl in this situation, everyone was curious about you and eager to talk, you were fresh meat.

So even though schools was by no means bad you were still eager to leave, practically running out of school up to your dad and uncle who parked out front. Your dad eagerly engulfing you into a hug, relieved to see you were, well, still alive.

“Did you find anything out?” Your uncle asked cutting right to business.

“Not yet” You shook your head, running a frustrated hand through your hair “the teachers who were killed weren’t liked by the students but none of them seemed necessarily happy that they were dead.”

“but it went ok?” Your dad asked “you can not go tomorrow if you want”

“No it went fine” You assured him with a small laugh “it was kind of fun I met a lot of people”

“Alright just try not to draw unnecessary attention to yourself” He warned as you and your uncle shared an eyeroll that was not missed by him.

“I think its too late for that Sammy” Your uncle said with a smile. The two of you followed his gaze to a kid you recognized from your math class, looking in your direction with a smirk on his face completely ignoring the conversation his friends were having around him.

“He’s probably just looking at the car” You brushed it off, hesitating as you saw your dad cross his arms and clench his jaw, maybe he was looking at you.

“just go talk to him” Your uncle pushed, enjoying the look on your dad face as he ushered you back across the street.

“I can’t believe your pimping out my daughter for information” Sam growled, watching as you walked up to the kid with a huge ass grin on his face, immediately bringing you in for a hug, a girl he knew for less than a day.

“’Pimping out’…really Sammy”

Sam looked over at Dean, hating the smirk on his face before heading back into the car mumbling that he couldn’t watch you interact with that kid anymore. Dean laughed, taking one last glance at you before following his brother into the impala.

“You know she gets that from my side” Dean smirked, pointing over at you as you laughed at whatever the kid said, placing your arm sweetly on his. He had to admit you were good at flirting.

“We are the same side” Sam shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose and doing anything to avoid watching you.

“You know you’re too protective of her” Dean couldn’t help but laugh “don’t pimp out my daughter, don’t use my daughter to pick up chicks”

Sam just glared at his brother, relieved to see you on your way back to the car, practically skipping.

“So how’d it go” Your uncle practically sang as you got into the backseat, urging the heat not to rush to cheeks.

“Good I think.” You said as you shut the door behind you “he said a group of them meet up every night at this place in the woods to smoke”

“So no useful information” Your father jumped in making your eyes roll.

“Well he said he must have some good stuff cause they always black out and wake up covered in random bruises”

“Sounds like they’re it” Your uncle agreed, starting the car.

“Do you know where and when”

“Of course” You winked making your uncle laugh.

“Anything else?” Your dad mumbled, not sharing in the same mood as your uncle and you.

“Yeah actually” You said as you pulled a piece of paper out of your pocket “reason number 432 I should get my own cell phone”

Your dad took the paper from you, unfolding it to see a phone number written in blue pen “reason number 432 you should not get your own cell phone”

-

Your dad held your gun out inches from your fingers “when was the last time you practiced”

“Literally yesterday” You sighed “Uncle Dean took me”

Your dad looked to his brother for confirmation, only giving you the gun after he nodded in response. You checked the clip, making sure it was packed with silver bullets.

“When were you supposed to meet them?” Your uncle asked you.

“Around ten” You answered, checking your phone “its elven now so things should be underway”

“Alright I’ll go in first” Your dad started to devise a plan before you cut him off.

“Shouldn’t I go in first?” The two men stared at you in silence, waiting for you to explain further “in case they are just getting high”

“Absolutely not” Your father brushed you aside without any thought, immediately jumping back into his original plan “Y/N follows me in and Dean you bring up the rear”

“Dad I’ll be careful, I’ll stay hidden we just don’t want to spook them if they are just kids”

“Y/N it is too dangerous you are not experienced enough to go in first end of story”

“Fuck this” You mumbled under your breath before marching up to the house without them, opening the door and walking in before either of them could stop you.

You immediately crouched behind a corner and ducked your head in, careful not to let anyone know you were inside. After clearing the area in front of you you got ready to move, grabbing the corner to steady yourself when you heard a growling from down the hallway. You turned your head, seeing nothing but a large figure and glowing eyes. Without any hesitation you fired at it, relieved to see it drop to the ground.

The door to the house immediately busted open to reveal your father looking very pissed behind it. You started to stand up straight, bracing yourself for an on slot of “Who do you think you are” and “what do you think you were doing” when out of nowhere you were hit in the side and tossed to the ground. You yelled loudly in surprise, you could hear growling and the tearing of clothing but didn’t register any feeling immediate, screaming in fear until you heard a gunshot and a large mass slump on top of you.

You looked down at your torso and could see nothing but blood, you were absolutely drenched in it and your first reaction was to freak out. Your eyes went wide, and your arms started to claw at the ground to pull you away from it.

“Y/N, Y/N!” You could hear your fathers voice, trying to catch your attention. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes as wide as yours just making you panic further. “Y/N are you ok?”

For the first time you stopped to think, staring down at the thing on top of you, you honestly weren’t sure you were ok. You knew you were struggling to breathe but you attributed it to panic. But the more you thought about it the more a pain in your torso began to register.

“my-my my stomach” You stuttered out, your hands reaching towards the area. Your hands were shaking, that had never happened before.

Your dad leaned down towards the area, carefully picking the werewolf off of you as he tried to distinguish between your blood and its.

He immediately swore under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, as he picked the thing off of you.

“Dad?”

He ignored you completely, yelling out Dean’s name before leaning down and putting his arms underneath you. “Y/N this is going to hurt”

You fought all inclinations to scream as he picked you up, tears prickling your eyes as you clenched your hands.

“I know sweetie I’m sorry” Your dad started apologizing, his voice shaking heavily as he did so.

“Dad am I going to die?” You asked him as you leaned your head against his chest, the cold air biting as you were carried outside.

“Not on my watch” You could feel that even he didn’t believe his own words, undercutting them by immediately yelling “Dean hurry the fuck up” back at the house.

Dean came running out of the house, freezing at the sight of you with wide eyes.

“Dean!” Your dad yelled again, snapping your uncle out of his trance as he unlocked the doors.

Your dad laid you carefully into the backseat and got in behind you, laying your head on his lap and taking off his shirt and pressing it onto your wound making you groan loudly.

You watched your dads expression as the impala pulled away from the house, you could see him silently will your uncle to drive faster.

“Daddy” You called out to him, using a name you hadn’t called him since you were a kid. Sam took notice of this, staring down at you with drawn brows. “Daddy I’m scared”

You could see his lip quiver at your words, he was trying to stay strong for you but the façade was quickly fading. “I know sweetheart” He silently tapped Dean’s shoulder, begging him to go faster. “I know”

You could feel your eyes getting heavier as you struggled to stay awake.

Sam watched as your eyes started to close, keeping a hand on your wrist to monitor your pulse just in case as he slowly started to break down. He fought to keep his breath steady but every time he looked at you he was sent spiraling again.

“Dean what if Cas doesn’t come?”

“Cas will come” Dean grunted as he weaved in and out of cars, ignoring the angry honks he got in response.

“But what if he doesn’t”

“We both know Cas is very protective of Y/N” Dean sighed “he’ll drop anything to come”

Sam only nodded and tried to tell himself that Dean was right, tried to tell himself that you were going to be ok, but every minute it got significantly harder. He could feel the lump in his throat threaten to burst as tears welled in his eyes. He blinked to try and get rid of them but that only caused them to spill over and run down his cheeks. “Dean I can’t lose her”

The pain in his brother’s voice killed Dean as he pushed the petal down even further. “You’re not going to Sammy”

-

Dean was right, Cas showed up immediate, not asking any questions before he pressed two fingers to your forehead and doing all that he could do. Sam just feared that it wasn’t enough.

It had taken too long to get to the bunker, your pulse was slow and weak by the time they had pulled up, you had lost way too much blood as well and Sam was covered in it. They immediately laid you in your own bed, figuring it would be the most comfortable place for you until you woke up.

For the longest time Sam had refused to change, refused to shower, refused to leave your side at any time. Only doing so when Dean promised to sit there and yell if anything changed.

Dean made him a sandwich everyday, knocking on your door before walking in to replace the plate that had food from the meal before, always practically untouched. “Sam you need to eat”

“No I need my daughter to be ok” Sam growled in response.

“How are you supposed to protect her if you’re starving” Dean tried to persuade him.

“I couldn’t protect her in the first place” Sam all but whispered “doesn’t change anything”

Dean furrowed his brow and set the plate down, sitting down beside his brother with his back resting on the wall. “Sam you know this isn’t your fault right”

Sam just grunted and stared at you, begging you to wake up.

“Sam you couldn’t have known-“

“My gut told me not to let her come on the hunt” Sam interrupted him, putting his face in his hands “I knew it was a bad idea, but I let her come anyway it’s my fault”

“But you didn’t know” His brother objected “it was a feeling, the same feeling you get every time she comes on a hunt”

Sam paused, his lip trembling “I distracted her…She was fine until I started to yell at her…She-she could have seen it coming if I hadn’t”

“Don’t do this to yourself Sammy” His brother all but begged “it’s not anyone’s fault, what happened happened and no amount of self-pity is going to change that”

Sam sniffed and wiped at his eyes, doing his best to swallow the lump in his throat “really? You’re giving me a lesson on self loathing?”

Dean chuckled softly in response. “If I get you a drink will you eat that sandwich now”

Sam paused for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Thanks Dean”

Dean just smiled in response and pushed himself off of the ground, pausing as Sam spoke again. “Dean…Do you think she’s going to be ok?” He asked, almost afraid of the answer.

Dean looked back at you, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath “She’s a fighter that kid of yours” He said with a chuckle “I really think she will”

Sam nodded and looked at you as well “god I hope so”