#everyone. every single person is just the What you gonna do huh? you gonna hit me w your car? Try it.

[faerociousbeast]

today there was a cockroach

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #10

synopsis: how the characters react when you, their s/o, gets hurt. 🩹

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: i am cooking up a storm, so watch out for that & also hit double digits!!

☆ eren jaeger

bro is INFURIATED

“WHO DID IT HUH?! ILL KILL THEM WITH MY BARE HANDS-”

oh.. you got injured in training? poor babyyy☹️

he’s super sweet and gentle with you.

if anyone tries to go near you though.. he’s super scared they’re gonna accidentally hurt you😭.

so he’s always at the edge of his seat ready to rescue you if needs be.

he gets all of your food, water, clothes, bandages etc.

then the nurses catch him doing it and have to YANK him off of you, once again.

☆ mikasa ackerman

so incredibly caring and concerned 🤍

she was the one who found you on the expedition with a broken leg

she refuses you to the hospital

lets the nurses do their jobs (thank god)

she really wants to be able to help nurse you back to health as well though..

she gives you the next best thing aka massages.

she literally comes in everyday and gives you 3 massages minimum a day

she’ll also sleep in the hospital with you most days.

☆ armin arlert

nothing less than an angel.

for however long you’re in the hospital, he’ll bring you flowers

in there for 3 weeks? new flowers every week.

in there for a week? new flowers every other day.

reads you books every night to help you sleep

sleeps there EVERY single night

always gives good morning and good night kisses

keeps you updated with what’s going on with everyone and training to make sure you don’t miss out.

makes sure to surprise you by bringing your friends there too!! it was a super sweet surprise.

when you’re sleeping, he goes around asking nurses if they need help😖.

☆ jean kirstein

UGH TERRIFIED FOR YOUUU

he has to hype himself up before going to see you in hospital because it just breaks his heart.

but being able to see you, hug you, know that you’re being taken care of makes him feel wayy better.

he’s just happy to see that you’re not too badly injured.

just a sprain from training!

he likes to draw things for you from the outside

or you guys draw together.

yk that cute game where one person draws a squiggle and the other person has to make into a drawing?

yeah, you guys do that. and it’s frickin adorbs😡

☆ connie springer

you went to do some late night training by yourself

and cornelius found you on the ground. in a lot of pain.

he rushed you to the first aid

fastest anyone has EVER seen that man run

you got cleaned up but had to take a break from training until you were better.

definitely tries to make you laugh all the time

even with your injury, he still wants to see you happy and smiling 🤍

☆ sasha braus

aw bless her cotton socks.

your injury wasn’t fatal enough to warrant a hospital stay

but the nurses said to stay home and rest up!

you had to take care of your scar

in her own time, sasha headed over to first aid to ask the nurses how to help you properly☹️.

you literally do not lift a finger!!

she does everything for you, like cleaning it up, wrapping it up etc.

and she’s really good at it and all…

☆ reiner braun

he’s like a scared little boy.

he’ll sit by your side and tell you it’s all okay

but when he’s alone.. HE GETS SO UPSET

sometimes he’ll take ‘bathroom breaks’ just to pull himself together because he hates seeing you in this state :(.

really affects his everyday life

but he hides it well.

BIGG celebrations as soon as you’re out of hospital

is literally like a servant, will get you everything and anything you want.

☆ bertolt hoover

GAH SO ANXIOUS!!

he bakes you cookies for being so brave☹️.

he stays with you all day long until the nurse finally tells him he has to go.

it breaks his heart leaving you but he gets up bright and bloody early to see you in the morning

like i’m talking the second the hospital opens up.

☆ annie leonhart

she’s not nervous,

your injury wasn’t fatal or anything.

she’ll still visit you, of course ;)

she also makes sure to tell you how brave you are

since you are scared of hospitals.

she’ll giggle at your wimpy-ness though.

like you were getting patched up and you were just like trying not to scream

and she was just standing there chuckling at you.

☆ levi ackerman

so so so scared, secretly.

he has lost one too many people

but to lose you? that would completely and utterly BREAK him.

it was a pretty gnarly injury as well…

which was rather terrifying for both you and him

but he’ll keep a cool persona around you.

if he’s unable to visit due to work, he’ll ring the hospital and asks how you are.

he’ll always make time to come see you though, no matter what!!

☆ erwin smith

he hears from his assistant that you’ve been put into hospital

he runs STRAIGHT over and makes sure to comfort you.

he’ll stay till dark when you’re asleep and pay the nurses a visit too

he asks them to take extra good care of you.

if he’s unable to see you, he makes sure to call you up every single day

or at least have SOMEONE come check on you.

☆ hange zoë

GAH!! FREAKS OUT!

hange has seen it all at this rate

but doesn’t seem to heavily affected.

they’ve never really had anyone close to them be extremely injured

they were sooo scared though :(.

it was really sad for everyone to see hange’s energy so low but

they couldn’t help it!!

all they could think about was their poor love in hospital :(.

when they’re around you though, they try to stay positive! and tells you all about their work to keep you both distracted.

[thefemmefatalexo]

Toji SMAU - When love was always there

Chapter 5 - Lines in the Sand

Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.

warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying

an: don’t get used to this my lovelies we’re not there yet💋

{chapter 4} ; {next}

taglist: @jinxiewritings

You walk into the library and immediately spot Toji, who’s already at the table, arms crossed, staring at his phone. He doesn’t even look up as you sit down, his posture still relaxed like he owns the place.

“Bout time,” Toji muttered, not bothering to look up.

You didn’t respond, your fingers clicking away on the keyboard as you tried to focus on opening the project file.

After a beat, Toji leaned back and said, “What, you not talkin’ to me now?”

You finally looked up, your expression neutral. “Didn’t realize you wanted small talk.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but there was something sharp behind it. “Didn’t realize you were the type to sulk. Or are you still mad about the other night?”

You blinked at him, confused for a second before his meaning hit you. “You mean at Gojo’s party?” you asked, voice flat.

Toji’s smirk deepened. “Yeah. Seemed like you and your boy had a real nice time.”

You frowned, already annoyed. “Gojo’s just a friend, Toji.”

“Sure,” he said, dragging out the word like he didn’t believe a single syllable of it. “Real friendly, huh? Touchin’ you, whisperin’ in your ear all night.”

You felt your irritation spike as you leaned forward, your eyes narrowing. “I’m not explaining myself to you. Gojo’s not my boyfriend. What I do or who I talk to has nothing to do with you.”

Toji leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Never said it did. Just funny, though.”

“What’s funny?” you snapped.

“That you’ve always been like this,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “Always needin’ attention, always makin’ sure people notice you. And now you’ve got Gojo all over you? Guess you really are his type.”

The way he said it, like it was some kind of insult, made your chest tighten. You sat up straighter, your hands gripping the edge of the table. “What the hell is your problem, Toji?”

His smirk didn’t waver, but his eyes sharpened. “Ain’t got one. Just callin’ it how I see it.”

That was the last straw. You slammed your laptop shut, the sound loud enough to make him blink.

“You’ve been a jerk to me for years,” you hissed, keeping your voice low despite the anger bubbling inside you. “Fifteen years, Toji. Fifteen years of you pushing me, mocking me, tearing me down every chance you get. And for what? What did I ever do to you? Huh?”

Toji’s expression faltered for the briefest second, but he quickly recovered, leaning back in his chair like your words didn’t faze him. “I don’t know,” he said with a shrug, his voice casual but his tone forced. “Maybe it’s ‘cause you act like you’re better than everyone. Like you’re so nice, so perfect, like you’re doin’ people a favor just by bein’ in the same room.”

Your jaw dropped. “You think I act like that?”

“Yeah,” he said bluntly, meeting your glare with one of his own. “Like every little thing you do’s for show. Like you’re playin’ charity to make yourself look good.”

You stared at him, stunned. “You really think that’s who I am?”

He didn’t answer, his jaw tight as he looked away.

For a moment, you couldn’t even speak. But then you took a deep breath and stood up, grabbing your bag.

“You know what, Toji? I’m done. I don’t care what you think about me. You wanna hate me, fine. But I’m not gonna sit here and take it anymore.”

He looked up at you, something unreadable flashing across his face.

“Here’s the deal,” you said firmly. “We’re working on this project together, but that’s it. I don’t wanna hear another insult or backhanded comment from you. We’re not kids anymore. Grow up, or I’ll do this project myself.”

Toji didn’t say anything as you sat back down, your hands trembling slightly as you reopened your laptop. The air between you was thick, tense, and for the first time, he looked almost… unsure.

Finally, he let out a sharp exhale and leaned forward again, his voice quieter but still rough around the edges. “Fine. No more bullshit.”

You glanced at him, your eyes narrowing. “You mean it?”

“Yeah,” he said, his tone clipped. “Whatever. Let’s just get this done.”

It wasn’t exactly an apology, and it definitely wasn’t a truce in the usual sense. But for now, it was enough.

As you started working, the tension began to fade, replaced by a tentative silence. Neither of you said anything for a while, but there was a strange sense of understanding settling between you.

For the first time in years, it felt like you weren’t fighting. Not entirely, anyway.

[mulletmitsuya]

Tokyo Revengers Groupchat (not everyone, also random combinations, no specific gang)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, homophobia by a gay person (just sillies), mentions of vomit and poison, mentions of drugs

Desc: placenta, placebo, or gazebo? 🤔

Rindou: yk when you tell someone something then they believe it and it works?

Rindou: like what you're saying isn't true but cause they think it is, it works

Ran: yes

Ran: the placenta effect

Izana: here we fucking go

Smiley: you're kidding right?😁

Ran: are you going to put a Smiley face after every single thing you text?

Ran: we get it, you smile really wide 👍

Smiley: kys

Ran: so hostile and for what

Mikey: idk what the word is but it's definitely not placenta

Izana: how even?

Mitsuya: ...the placebo effect??

Ran: isn't that those huge tent things

Mitsuya: that's a gazebo

Ran: oh

Ran: same thing

Smiley: you dumb as hell

Hakkai: you'd think that big ass forhead of yours would be worth something

Hakkai: smh

Ran: and you'd think after 10 years you'd get over whatever grudge you have against me

Hakkai: you literally hit my best friend (future bf) over the head with a brick

Chifuyu: thought you could sneak that in huh

Hakkai: he could have died

Ran: but he didn't?

Ran: i was just being silly and having fun

Ran: is that such a crime🙄

Hakkai: ITS FUCKING ATTEMPTED MURDER

Rindou: so is it placebo, placenta, or gazebo?

Mitsuya: it's placebo

Kazutora: placenta's are in females stomachs for pregnancy i think

Baji: that's the uterus (i'm so fucking smart)

Chifuyu: none of those are correct

Draken: google exists also

Draken: why are you asking us

Rindou: shut up for a sec

Rindou: would the placenta effect potentially kill someone

Rindou: like if you told someone that you poisoned them and then after a while they start frothing at the mouth and shit, could they die?

Rindou: or are they being a little bitch and faking lol

Rindou: i didn't actually put the rat poison in his drink (i think)

Rindou: but it kinda seems like he's dying or smth

Mikey: what the fuck is this situation

Mikey: is this real?💀

Rindou: nah

Rindou: hypothetically

Ran: does this have to do with the ambulance being here

Rindou: nah

Rindou: can y'all just answer me

Rindou: hurry before the "poison", does it's job or whatever

Rindou: guys he's throwing up pretty violently

Rindou: there's blood

Rindou: hypothetically

Izana: who would you have "hypothetically" poisoned?😐

Rindou: bro that's not the point, sir

Izana: stop calling me sir in normal situations

Izana: we're normal now and not in a gang and i'm a normal person not a gang leader

Mochi: so we don't have to call you Izana-sama anymore?

Ran: what if it turns us on

Izana: uhm

Kakucho: fuck off

Kakucho: sorry

Ran: Kaku give it up, he's way too old for you

Rindou: so y'all just gonna let the hypothetical person die? ayt

Rindou: i'm on my way to the hospital for unrelated reasons

Kakucho: who's the hypothetical victim of the placebo

Rindou: uhhh Sanzu

Kakucho: LMAO

Kakucho: let him hypothetically die then 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Mitsuya: punch him in the stomach

Rindou: i know a lot of y'all don't like him but we're friends now and i don't want him to die also he has the best drugs so i'd rather he stay alive so that i can enjoy them recreationally

Rindou: but i'll do it anyway

Mitsuya: stfu for a sex, punching him will make him throw up, and he'll vomit most of the poison out

Rindou: oh like in the stomach?

Rindou: he's gonna be so mad at me, damn

Baji: "shut up for a sex" lmaoooooo🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Baji: and you guys say I'M diabetic💀💀

Mikey: bro what?😭

Kakucho: you mean dyslexic?

Kakucho: nvm the situation speaks for itself

Smiley: the irony of this is crazy

Draken: that got a chuckle outta me 😂

Chifuyu: why you text like a 40 year old dad💀

Ran: i never went to school but even i know that's incorrect

Hakkai: "i never went to school but even i know that's incorrect 🤓👆"

Hakkai: jump into oncoming tragic you f slur🖕

Smiley: aur naur you done made Hakkai homophobic

Ran: you need to fucking chill omg

Mitsuya: are you five years old, Baji

Baji: nah i'm 24 dumbness🤨

Baji: *dumbass

Izana: my oath for not using violence anymore might have to be on hold cause you guys are pissing me the fuck off you fucking incompetent fools useless excuses of human beings

Smiley: bro called us fools

Ran: that's a bit much, sir

Baji: bet you're typing with your left hand

Ran: uh huh <3

Rindou: get some fucking bitches, damn

Ran: where are your bitches, Rindou

Rindou: on my dick

Ran: oh you're talking about the femboys?

Ran: ohh ok i thought you weren't gay but whatever

Mikey: yo is haruchiyo alive?

Rindou: they're pumping his stomach, he'll be fine

Rindou: liking femboys isn't gay

Smiley: 🤨

Angry: 🤨

Rindou: don't act dumb because it's literally in the term 'fem'

Draken: uh, what about the 'boy' part

Rindou: don't twist my words

Rindou: how is liking something that looks like a girl, gay??

Mitsuya: bffr 😐

Rindou: y'all telling me if i fuck haruchiyo i'm gay???

Hakkai: he's a boy?

Rindou: he looks like a woman

Rindou: have you seen his body? tiny ass waist headass. y'all come to the onsen next time you'll see what i mean

Chifuyu: you're being weird rn

Ran: what about his penis, Rindou

Rindou: that's irrelevant

Rindou: besides it's barely noticeable

Draken: people like you and Koko are the fucking problem, get some therapy

Smiley: Rindou thinks fucking a guy in the ass isn't gay 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rindou: "FEM"

Draken: BOY???? MALE??? MAN??? DICK???

Rindou: ok who's gay now, weirdo🤨

Draken: kys (kill yourself)

[glytrp]

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

fem!Dabi 

headcanons (18+)

❥ fem!Dabi is a chronic cheater and she will hurt your feelings more than Dabi ever could.

❥ her body count is criminal, she gets around town.

❥ does not have a single ‘modest’ article of clothing in her wardrobe. her tits are out and so is everyone’s shame the second she steps into the room.

❥ because of the edgy appearance, she would get hit on by men more often than women but she definitely has a preference for women.

❥ if you tell her you’re straight she’ll probably laugh and tell you to call her when that ‘changes.’

❥ she’d work as either a mechanic or some other blue collar job, maybe a tattoo artist. 

❥ don’t ask her to stay the night, she won’t do it.

❥ likewise, she’ll kick you out in the morning. her only exception is if you need a ride home, otherwise, you better be gone before she starts insulting you.

❥ speaking of, she has a major degradation kink. 

❥ ‘well lucky you because desperate girls are my favorite. bet you’d fuck just about anyone that gave you lick of attention, huh?’

❥ doesn’t know what privacy is. will make out with you in parking lots, the club, etc. doesn’t care if your friends are watching. 

❥ if she catches you texting some other chick or batting your eyes at a man, she’ll make you regret it. <3 

❥ she’s relatively reserved and likes to keep to herself but will go out of her way to bother you if she needs a bed warmer for the night.

❥ covered in tattoos, has damn near every piercing you could imagine and my favorite one personally is her belly button because she loves crop tops. a runner up is her tongue and lip piercings. perfect for all that head she’s gonna give ya. 

❥ she cuts her own hair and it’s shaggy asf but she’s pretty so it never looks ugly somehow? 

❥ way easier to cuff than Dabi. much more low maintenance and easier to get along with. but don’t get it twisted, she ain’t the best girlfriend either.

❥ not really the controlling type but she loves telling you what to wear and what not to wear. 

❥bonus, she herself doesn’t like wearing panties. occasionally wears a thong and they’re always peaking out of her damn jeans. 

[razorblade180]

Safe Bet

[Swarm Disaster V]

Qingque:I heard you like to gamble?

Aventurine:You could call it the spice of my life. Let me guess, you’re betting I will do well?

Qingque:Oh that’s way too simple. We will have no healer.

Aventurine:…What?

Qingque:I tend to try to take things easy but after numerous failures here it’s only natural to form plans. I’m not betting on you doing well, I’m wagering your ability to protect us long enough for us to gather blessing I need plus curios.

Aventurine:And how long to you typically last in here?

Silver Wolf: The first elite. Sometimes we make it.

Sparkle:If we get resonance. Though your fellow gambler over here has gotten much more reliable since our last attempt.

Aventurine:..Alright. Let’s do it. Should be fun. Let’s see what’s about curio option number one!

Nullify attacks

QASS: (Oh shit this might actually be the run…)

Floor 2

Aventurine:Little lady, is there any reason why you refuse to keep a shield?

Silver Wolf: It’s not my fault these enemies understand who the real threat is. I’m alive aren’t I? Good job, but I recommend investing in speed.

Aventurine:Learn to take a hit.

Qingque:Don’t sweat it guys. It’s time for the easier part. *presses downloader*

Acheron:Hey. Oh, it’s you.

Aventurine:I think that’s my line. To think I’d get your aid in a place like this.

Acheron:I’m just here to cut through the fodder and potentially give you a chance to win it big. Consider me your guide.

Aventurine:We’re bound to get lost then.

Acheron:Heh, then I guess you’ll be getting enough blessings. Stay close.

xxxxx

Knight of beauty appears

Aventurine:Well would you look at that!

Sparkle:Okay, so I typically don’t care how far these runs go, but if you somehow ruin this I’m actually going to be disappointed.

Aventurine:Oh you know a situation is dire if I have a Fool acting serious. I was already planning on proving my value anyway.

Floor 3

Silver Wolf: Well it’s be real everyone. Don’t really need me for that oversized bug. It’s got every weakness you need.

Sparkle:What an interesting way of saying “I am a liability.”

Silver Wolf:It’s simple strategy. We didn’t come all this way to gain nothing. I’ll just cheer from the bench. Qingque, don’t miss your crits. *

Qingque:I literally can’t.

Silver Wolf:And don’t eat too many points. *leaves*

Qingque:…No promise. *hits downloader*

Ruan Mei: Shall we begin?

Aventurine:All this talent and you needed my help?

Ruan Mei:Have you ever felt the wind shear of a Swarm Disaster? Some people say it’s like a personal hurricane on your body.

Qingque:I’m “some people”

xxxxxx

20+ Propagation blessings. Various Curios, interplays achieved, and additional blessings gained. Danger level Eight

Swarm buzzing violently

Qingque:I’m gonna be honest guys, I don’t know if I’m trembling because I’m nervous, or because this is about to be pretty spectacular. Aventurine, if you would? *holds out tiles*

Aventurine:Heh, you really want all the luck possible huh? Alright then, strut yourself.

He leans over to his left and gently blows on the pieces.

“Let’s play a game!” Qingque tosses them into the air and twirls as metamorphosis begins; catching the pieces as they fell. Without stopping, she throws out a four of kind then immediately flicks her wrist like a slite of hand trick to reveal another set of tiles to throw.

The experienced gambler watches the girl pass the tiles between her hands twice before throwing another eight, killing a bug and keeping the pace by tossing a new set once before suddenly slamming down a tile that shakes everything and hands her another four of a kind she quickly turned into eight. It’s still her turn. Gambling is partly a numbers game, and Qingque has clearly crunched them.

Aventurine:(Oh shit…)

Sparkle:Wooooo! Don’t stop the fireworks!

Three more tosses before another hit! No worries! Qingque happily took a single tile and beamed it another insect before slamming down another that caused it to explode. She tossed her set to a corner bug as she took another break turn to eat up all four points before hearing Sparkle laughing as she topped off the difference.

Qingque: Can’t stop won’t stop!

Another eight tiles exploded and knocked the main bug down briefly. Aventurine was thinking he didn’t need to be here, until it got back up and tore through the shield like paper. Without hesitation he let his wealth pour down like rain and redeployed a shield. He confidently scoffed, but Ruan Mei could see his hand twitch in his pocket.

Ruan Mei:Fear is a healthy way of understanding your current situation as well providing alertness. Are you alert?

Aventurine: Vividly. *stacks shield*

Ruan Mei:Welcome to the Swarm Disaster.

Qingque:You get a front row seat to VICTORY!

1,500,000

[qqtxt]

[🌸] shut up and kiss me w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 1,015 words ✿ when you kiss them to shut them up (for a good reason) [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet​ ✨

normally, you wouldn’t resort to this sort of... tactic. but listen, it was for his own good. sometimes, when his mind spirals, he spirals to the abyss and the multiverses beyond that. once in a blue hour moon, in the midst of his ramblings that does him absolutely no good, you get to make him stop with a kiss to his lips.

[🐰] soobin soobin’s train of thought has officially left the building, unable to remember what was making him frustrated in the first place the second he feels your lips on his. it was like a reset button. initially, he’s flustered. a blabbering mess that can’t form coherent sentences until he sees how wide you’re smiling and he’s in a trance. now, he demands more kisses and follows you around until you oblige and give into him. ah... more! you can’t just give one and stop there, you cold-blooded person! later, he thanks you because he knows why you did what you did and is grateful you managed to stop him before he spiralled out of control.

tl;dr: since he knows it’s not a common way of how you get him to shut up, 10/10 would want it to happen again. he’s appreciative of how you’re able to get him out of his endless loop of overthinking, and it’s not easy to do that. would end up asking you to cuddle him instead and see if he wants to talk more of what he’s thinking, or if he wanted to just watch a show or stay like that to take his mind off of things.

[🦊] yeonjun on instinct alone, he’d pull you back for another kiss and put his arms around you to keep you close. if he was on the sofa, he’d pull you to his lap. if you two were standing, he’d lock you with his arms around you, refusing to let you go. then, he’d let everything sink in of what had happened and would be able to understand that huh, i guess that was really all for nothing. (referring to his rambles) and would now take this new opportunity to kiss you senseless instead. (win-win solution for everyone)

tl;dr: this guy is living and loving every single kiss you give him; doesn’t matter what the situation is. kiss him, hug him, show him any form of affection and he’ll gladly take it. (well unless it’s a zombie apocalypse then maybe rethink it–) he might be whiny at first like great! now i can’t remember what i was talking about because you kissed me! but when he realises you did him a favour, he’ll be all oh my, i think i’m gonna need a couple more kisses to make sure i don’t think about it.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu would let out a sound crossing between frustrated and loving it; don’t ask, the mix is indistinguishable. it sounds like he lost a game but it also sounds like he won the grand final. he’ll be conflicted because he loves your kisses, but he wanted to talk through what he was thinking, too. you give him another kiss again and this time, it hits him that hey, i’m not thinking about it anymore... and would give himself another thing to think about: how to get more kisses from you. would put his thoughts on you now and chase you around until you give in to give him more kisses. 

tl;dr: his mind processes it quicker than his body, letting him know that this is a good thing, it’s making you shut up and not think too much. once his mind processes it, though, game over. beomgyu is gonna be all over you and wanting your affection in any way possible. play with his hair, kiss him again, let him hug you close and bury his face in your chest; all of it. give it to this man.

[🐿] taehyun  taehyun would be a little stunned, but after being stunned, he might look like he’s annoyed because he was trying to piece together what he’s thinking. at your silence, he’s able to decipher why you did it because it does look like he’s losing his mind (he was) and you were just trying to get him to stop (you were). he would do the i guess i am feeling a bit better now... i wonder if there’s more where that came from... ruse with you in order to get more kisses without directly asking for it. 

tl;dr: a bit torn here because i think it could go one of two ways. one, he’d be frustrated and would try to get you to listen to him because he wants to talk it out; kisses later. two, he’d indulge and allow his mind to rest because talking about it in circles wouldn’t do him any good. either one, it ends with you kissing him again and comforting him with your actions and soft words of encouragement and listening to him if he needed to talk more about it.

[🐧] kai  introducing flustered bean pt.2. he’ll stop speaking, kai.exe has stopped working and you’ve managed to get him to stop thinking about what he was talking about earlier. blinks at you in a confused state, but his hands automatically draw you back to give him more kisses until he completely forgets about it. later, though, he might bring it up if he’s still thinking about it but for the most part, consider the deed sealed and done because he ain’t thinking about it anymore; all he’s thinking about is you.

tl;dr: oof, get ready because once he gets past the thought of talking about something that didn’t matter as much, he’ll fill his thoughts all about you and here we go, he’s gonna ask for lots of love and affection. kisses, rub his tummy, play with his hair, cuddle him until he can’t think about anything else other than you. would be shy initially, though but when he sees that you’re more than willing to spoil him with affections, he’ll gladly take all he can get.

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  Penny00Dreadful! @penny00dreadful has 29 fics in the Stranger Things fandom with 25 of them being in the Steddie Tag!

@hbyrde36 recommends the following works by @penny00dreadful:

Crossroads

Cat and Mouse

I'll Tell You My Sins and You Can Sharpen Your Knife

And They Were Roommates!

The Parting Glass

Sam, on top of being an absolutely amazing writer (AND artist!), is one of the brightest lights in this fandom (in my humble opinion). She is incredibly kind and encouraging, always ready to uplift other authors in the Steddie and ST fanfic worlds. I have had the incredible pleasure of being her beta reader for quite some time now, and am consistently blown away by her talent. There isn't a single one of her works that I wouldn't recommend, they are all fantastic reads. -- @hbyrde36

Below the cut, @penny00dreadful answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Opposites attract has always been a major draw for me, especially in my fandoms. Every pairing I’ve ever gotten into in every fandom I’ve been in have all been opposites attract and I’m not going to lie to you, I did not make that realization until this question. 😅 I had a very “Huh… that tracks” moment about it. 🤣 So the opposites attract factor is definitely big for me and while I suppose you could say that’s true for many, many pairings in fandom, there’s something about the complete opposite of both Steve and Eddie that is just enrapturing. From their aesthetic, to their personalities, to their upbringing, it creates such incredibly interesting parallels and options for building stories around them. On top of that, the two of them are so compelling as characters. Their various hang ups and traumas, their loves and hates, the time period and the genre of work they originated in all coalesce into something so captivating. I adore the two of them so much, they’re so fascinating. I think everyone can find a little bit of themselves in either one of them, but especially with the addition of Eddie into the series we got a character who was ‘other’, in the same way so many of us feel and are seen, he speaks to us on such a personal level. So, yeah. I love them.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Oh boy. There are so many. Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff. But if I had to pick one that has been my longest standing love, it would have to be a slow burn. Like, when it hits, it hits. And it hits hard.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I looooove writing some tasty hurt/comfort. There’s just something so addictive about someone needing to be taken care of after something bad or traumatic happens or they’ve just had a really shitty day. It’s so cathartic. And also, I cannot like, I love getting comments screaming at me that I’ve made people hurt or cry or feel things because I know I’m going to make it better, I’m gonna give them that comfort. And it’s such an incredible compliment from people when they tell me that my writing has made them feel feelings. Like it is the highest praise possible that I could induce that in someone. It feels amazing.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

Oh my god, that is such a difficult question to answer. I have read so many that have left a permanent mark on my heart or completely rewired my brain. I had to go look through my bookmarks to narrow it down because my god, there are so many talented people in this fandom and even then I was attempted to just give a list of all my top ones because, god they make me feel so many things, people are so fucking talented, I love them. But I would say if I had to choose one, there’s one that lives rent free in my brain. I think of it all the time, it is so god damn special to me and if I’m being honest with myself, it’s the first one that came to mind, It would have to be wouldn’t it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas  kissesforcas I have talked about this fic on my blog before but it just hits me in the right way every time I read it, it’s absolutely magical. I can’t recommend it enough, please go read it. It changed me completely.  There’s so many beautiful moments in it, the two boys are so protective of each other in it, but they also adore their found family and will defend them at any cost, the two of them feel real, their communication feels genuine and honest and realistic while also being true to their characters, I just adore it.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

YES. FANTASY. It is wild to me that I have not done a fully fledged fantasy AU at all yet. Like I adore fantasy, what gives? Why have I not done it yet? Omg ALSO, historical. Like a lot of my special interests are historical based, WHY have I not done that yet?? AND, AND horror maybe? Like a psychological or zombie or paranormal/supernatural or slasher. So many things I haven’t explored that I want to do, and I can’t wait!

What is your writing process like?

Okay, so first things first, I get an idea.  Kind of obvious, I know, but yeah, the idea stage. Usually it’ll be something that hit out of nowhere, I’ll write down one line in the ideas doc and then pretend I won’t be thinking of it for the rest of the day. Then when I admit to myself I want to expand on it, I’ll take all of the brain worms attached to that idea and put them in their own doc. It’ll all be VERY disjointed at this stage, just a stream of consciousness of different situations/conversations/plot bunnies that popped into my head. Once I feel like I have enough of a concept through that, I begin to put them in order, maybe add a few more. Then I outline. I’m an outline kinda gal.  Over a page or two I’ll give a bare bones outline of what the fic will be, almost like it’s a short story? But still very rough.  Then I’ll start writing, usually in chronological order, I find that makes it easier to plant seeds and foreshadow and create consistency with the voice of the fic. Sometimes I will jump ahead if I’m really excited about a particular part of the fic, I’ll get it out before I lose steam on it. HOWEVER, I find that I almost ALWAYS diverge from the outline. If, as I’m writing, things start going in a different direction, I go with the flow, I don’t fight it. Fighting it, I feel is detrimental to my writing, trying to force myself into a box and hey, going with the flow has been working out pretty well for me so far. 🤣

Do you have any writing quirks?

Quirks? I dunno about that. I think I’m a pretty standard writer, but I do end up writing across three devices a lot of the time depending on where’s more comfortable. PC, tablet and phone. I’ll always stick to writing whatever my brain is focusing on at that time, but if I know I need to get a fic out and I’m not really feeling the inspo anymore, I’ll give myself an extra boost by watching movies with similar themes, listening to music related to it, or even just searching the trope on Pinterest can help me generate excitement about it again.Also do yourself a favor and get yourself a Bluetooth keyboard. It’s a game changer for writing on your phone.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I’ve done both and I much prefer posting on a set schedule. I always try to get the fic at least 50% finished before I start posting to give myself a nice cushion. Yeah, the immediate endorphin hit of posting once I’m done is great, but I much prefer the option to have a fic mostly or completely done before I post, so I can go back in and tweak things to make a theme hit harder or stick in a tad more foreshadowing or even just to edit.

Which fic are you most proud of?

I love all of my works, honestly. I write for me. I write the things I want to read. I think it would be difficult to narrow down a fic that I am the most proud of. Like I’m actually having a really difficult time picking one and saying “This one. This is the one I am most proud of.” Because I am proud of all of them and it’s for each of their own reasons. Like, some are very, very personal to me, some are stories that made me feel completely unhinged and obsessed(affectionately) and some are stories that touched people in very real ways, or made them feel safe and seen and that is so incredibly special to me. It’s a bit of a cop out to say that I can’t pick one, I can’t choose between my children, but I really can’t, they’re all so special, at least to me, in their own ways.

How did you get the idea for Crossroads?

So I have never seen the movie The Old Guard, but I have heard of it and while I know that reincarnation is not an aspect of that movie, I was struck with the idea of someone going through life over, and over, and over again, just to be close to the one they love the most. Like that kind of time bending devotion. And I had a brain worm of various historical ways of dying and I couldn’t figure out a way to write all of them into one fic before the idea of reincarnation hit. The very first image I had in my head of Eddie dying was being burned at the stake, so I had to work my way up to that time period and beyond. I knew I didn’t want it to be something that had only happened a few times over a couple of hundred years.  I knew I wanted it to be an ancient, centuries spanning kind of devoted love which is what led me to Ancient Greece, and in leading me there, I had to figure out why this was happening. Why Steve was traversing time just to be next to his boy again. Hecate appeared out of the mist and invaded my brain and it all kind of spilled out onto the page after that. 

When writing Cat and Mouse, what was something you didn’t expect?

I gotta be honest, the whole fic was unexpected. 😅 It was one of those stories when I originally thought of it, it was only gonna be a short little thing, maybe one or two chapters. By the end of it we were at 16 chapters and over 70K. Apparently I have no idea how to write anything short. But I think what also took me by surprise was how feral the two of them were for each other even though they didn't actually get together until later. I knew I wanted to have them being snappy and flirtatious for the whole thing and it evolved into the two of them being so dedicated to each other after only meeting a few times. I also didn’t expect the wild reaction I got to the fic, people loved it and were chomping for more and I was floored by it, it made me so incandescently happy!

What inspired Cat and Mouse?

So, the short answer is I saw this post from steddielations and it burrowed so deep into my brain, I had to get it out! Long answer is it was a mix of that post, and then a bit of Mr & Mrs. Smith mixed in along with John Wick. I just loved the idea of two deadly people being so soft for each other they’d be willing to burn the world for each other, do anything at any cost to keep the other safe.

What was your favorite part to write from And They Were Roommates!?

Oh my god, the banter. The banter was loaded with bitching and queerspeak and jabs, it was so much fun. I hadn’t really seen a story where the steddie boys had been bitchy queers before, like leaning into it and I just had to, I had to. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up and I could have gone on for ages just the two of them biting back and forth.

How do/did you feel writing I'll Tell You My Sins and You Can Sharpen Your Knife?

Conflicted, honestly. I was worried the POV I was writing from would be a little too out there, you know? There were a few times throughout writing where I thought I’d have to go back and change it out to be more of a standard fic but at the end of the day it felt so right to have the story told the way it was and it also felt very in line with Take Me To Church as well. It’s also the most poetic piece of writing I have done to date and while it’s not something I can see myself revisiting too often, it was a fantastic exercise in moving out of my comfort zone. It got me, right in the heart.

What was the most difficult part of writing The Parting Glass?

Oh boy. The whole fic was an exercise in catharsis. It was a way of processing my own grief after losing a family member and getting it all out into words was very, very helpful. I think the hardest part was just putting down into words how Eddie was feeling right in the aftermath, you know? Like grief is such a personal thing, everyone experiences it differently, so I wanted to try to figure out how Eddie would respond to it, especially considering it was the death of someone so important to him. So to have him looking around the trailer and it being empty but still with bits of Wayne dotted around like he was about to walk back through the door was probably the realest and most difficult part for me.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Oh god there’s so many! I could pick so many! But the first thing that came to mind is the small interaction between Eddie and Robin in Return of The King, when Steve is demonstrating his newly acquired vampire strength for the kids and Eddie has to hold onto Robin to keep himself from melting into a puddle: “Down boy.” She muttered. “Me next.” He practically whimpered right back. “Oh god, Robbie, I wanna be that stump. Tell him to do me next.” “You’re pathetic.” “What about it?” [...] Robin leaned in close to his ear but continued to stare at Steve. “If you two don’t calm the fuck down I’m going to get the hose.” Wet Steve. “Please get the hose.” I love Robin and Eddie together whenever I can get them snarking at each other, it’s just so entertaining. 

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Oh yeah! A good few things. I’m coming back from my writing break and I’m going to be working on the final two fics for my anniversary event, Through The Valley and Devotion.  I also have a Summer Exchange Fic in the works along with starting on my Steddie Big Bang piece that I am also signed up for as an artist, I’m so excited to start them!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

I think I would just like to add that this blog, this concept is such a wonderful idea, you’re doing great work here to bring people and fics to new eyes and it has been an honor and a privilege to be put forward the way I have, I’m so so so thankful. 🖤

Thank you to our author, @penny00dreadful, and our nominator, @hbyrde36! See more of Penny00Dreadful's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

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Me & You Together | Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin x reader

words 2,1k

modern!au, fluff, Remus' POV, language, friends to lovers

a/n: spontaneous one, hope you'll enjoy <3

MASTERLIST || REQUESTS

And there's been no way for me to say That I felt a certain way In stages, oh I think the story needs more pages, yes

Every single time I see that girl — swear, every single time — I tell myself 'I need to talk to her', and somehow I never do. I'm not even sure for how long I've been looking forward to see Her at all those parties — always hated them, but not anymore.

Don't remember how we met, but that's unimportant, we did nonetheless. Couldn't be happier for James finally seeing Lily, well, because The Girl is her friend, so now we are friends.

Honestly, that's even worse. Why didn't I ask her out when I first saw her? This will forever be the mystery to me. Because now she only sees me as a friend.

"Didn't take you for a jokester, Remus," she cooed from behind, patting my shoulder.

"Well, I am a man of many talents, thank you very much," I answered. That was weird, right? Stop being weird.

"I figured," she chuckled, fixing herself a drink.

"I can help you with that," I got her the whiskey from the top shelf, gently tapping her hip with mine.

"Oh, wow, thank you," she was looking at my hands as I was mixing the only cocktail I knew — it was her favourite. "Always the gentelmen."

"Anything for you, my lady," I offered her the glass.

"Oh, Remmy, you're so nice," she playfully squeezed my jaw with her small hand.

"If I'm so nice, why don't you go out with me?" I boldly stated. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Oh, God" her hand fell. "I'll have to think. Because we're mates, it doesn't feel right."

She got so serious, I panicked.

"It's cool," I answered. "I'm just messing, Y/N/N."

"Ohh," she let out a breath and a little laugh, "sorry, I thought you were serious, you didn't sound like you were jo- okay whatever, you were messing, okay- uhm- I better- uhm- go?" she gestured to the room where everyone was.

"Sure." Does it sound convincing? Yeah, it probably doesn't.

***

Have you ever felt possessive over a person that was never yours? Well, I certainly have.

Y/N was sitting across from me, reading a book I recommended, and, of course, this bloke must hit on her, right in the library. What a prat!

"I love me a smart girl," this pillock said.

"Congrats," she looked at him with disgust and quickly returned to the book.

"What're you reading?" he closed her book to see the cover.

"Listen, mate, fuck off of her," I chimed in.

"D'you mind?" he said.

"Yeah, I do," I stood up, which proofed to be the right move, because he got scared and fucked off.

"Thanks," she said sheepishly and sighed. "Are you done yet? I wanna leave."

"Yeah, I'm done," I answered putting my things in the bag.

"No, Remmy, if you're not, it's fine, I'll wait," she looked guilty. Why the hell would any of this be her fault?

"Y/N/N, I am done, don't worry, okay?" I assured her. "Let's go to mine, I'll get you some tea, huh? How does that sound?"

I came up to her side of the table to put my arm around her frame.

"That sounds lovely, thanks," she still sounded sheepish.

"Hey, c'mon, don't let this idiot ruin your mood," I led her to the exit.

"It's nothing, really," she lied. "I'm just tired."

"Darling, I'm not gonna argue with you, but just so you know, I know when you're lying."

She smiled, finally.

"What kind of tea are we having tonight?" I asked.

"I need cammomile after this."

"Okay, you will stay the night, right?"

"Oh, no, Rem, I've been staying a whole lot recently."

"Well, I'm just saying that I won't let you wander through the night, so you might as well stay."

It sounded creepy. Lord, why the hell did I put it like that?

She laughed. Thank god.

"If you're alright with that, I'd love to stay."

"Good, 'cuz we need to watch a new season, do you remember?"

"That's right," her eyes lit up, at last. "Is Siri home?"

"Yeah, he is, will it be a problem?"

We got outside.

"No, not at all," she answered simply. "Just wondering."

She has been staying a lot lately. So much that at some point we just fell asleep on the couch together — one of the best moments of my live, not gonna lie — and that from that moment on was the thing.

"Can we go straight to your room?" she asked quietly, taking off her shoes.

"Okay, but you can speak normally, Sirius isn't going to sleep any time soon," I whispered back.

"I know, just don't want to disturb him," she got so close and put her hands on my shoulders, looking up at me. I chuckled at that.

"Okay, go change, I'll get us tea," I squeezed her waist.

"Wait, I forgot to bring my clothes."

"Wear mine."

"What can I wear?"

"Anything you want," I smiled at her.

"Will you show me?" she was so timid.

"You can go through my stuff, it's fine, I trust you," I assured her.

"I dunno," she looked away from my face.

"Please, anything, surprise me, Y/N/N, okay?"

"Okay," she said, but it sounded more like a question.

We went our separate ways.

With two cups in one hand — she hates when I do it, because 'Remus, it's dangerous' — I knocked at my bedroom door.

"Come in," her voice sounded.

She was sitting on my bed, wearing my blue t-shirt and some joggers.

"Did I surprise you?" she said with a smile.

"You did," I put the cups on the bedside table.

"Please, just come here already," she patted the bed.

"Eager," I laughed. "In a second."

When I came back in the room, she was under the blanket. As soon as I got under the blanket she passed me my cup and smiled the brightest smile.

"Now, let's watch," she looked at the screen, waiting for me to hit 'play'.

Soon after she finished her tea, she dozed off on my shoulder.

***

"Ohh, here we are again," Sirius said in a raspy voice, when Y/N and I entered the kitchen in the morning. "Didn't hear you last night, don't be so shy, you can make some noice."

"Good morning to you, too," Y/N ignored Sirius' joke. If I'm being honest it probably wasn't that much of a joke, he must know I like her — probably since day one.

"Moony, I don't think you did a good job, she's not tired and still can walk, go back and finish what you started," Sirius went on. Y/N shook her head at him.

"Sit down, I'm gonna make us breakfast," I said.

"I'll help," she stood by my side.

"Darling, your lover boy can manage, sit down," Sirius sneered. She looked at him in disbelieve.

"I'm fine," I whispered to her.

"Okay," she cooed in defeat, and sat across from Sirius.

"Sooo," Sirius started, "can't get enough of my friend here."

"Ha-ha, really funny."

"It is," he continued sipping on his tea.

"No, it's not, I feel really guilty about crashing at yours so often, but I just cannot listen to James banging Lily," Y/N spoke and looked at me, when I turned to them while waiting for a pan to heat.

"Don't feel guilty, it's fine," I chimed in.

"Yeah, right, and you found solace in the arms of one and only Remmy boy," Sirius' grin just widened with every single word that left our mouths.

"What would you do if James was fucking your roommate?"

"Well, if James shagged Remus I would've been really surprised," Sirius was as calm as ever.

"Okay, great," I turned away.

"What are turning away for? I'm not James. Not gonna shag you."

"Sirius," Y/N laughed.

"My lady, do you find it disturbing, me talking about your lover boy that way?"

"Shut it," she was still laughing.

***

"Oi, Y/N, need a ride?" James came in as the three of us sat on the couch.

"Yes, thank you, let me get my stuff," she quickly headed to my room.

"Slow down, I'm not going anywhere, take your time," James shouted. "Hello, lads." He made it to the couch.

"So, did you have a good sleep?" Sirius grinned.

"Sure," James smirked.

"I bet you had it was better than your girlfriend's roommate's," Sirius looked at me.

"What are you looking at me for?" I asked.

"Oh, really?" James said. "They didn't?"

Sirius shook his head.

"But she's wearing his clothes and everything."

"I know!" Sirius exclaimed.

"What do you two know?" I said dismissively.

"Apparently more than you," Sirius started. "Why don't you ask her out?"

"Because," I said, but couldn't think of any reason. I mean, I did ask her out once. But then backpedalled. "Because, her and I are mates. That's it."

"Do you believe that?" James said to me.

"Yeah, mate, for how long you've been dreaming about her already? Two years? Three?" Sirius pressed.

"Definitely three," James helped.

"Not three, and stop it," I escaped to the kitchen.

"So, more?" Sirius followed me.

"Definitely more," James was right behind him.

"Oh my god, would you leave me alone?" I snapped.

"What's with all the fuss?" Y/N reappeared.

"Nothing," I looked at the guys and rage was making its way through my body. "It was good to see you, Y/N, 'till later."

And I just left to my room. I didn't even give her a hug. Yeah, I'm an idiot.

***

"I upset you, I'm sorry, Remmy," her voice sounded soft through the speaker. "I will not bother you again, I promise, just don't be mad at me."

How could she think I was upset with her? Never.

I should've picked up the phone when she was calling.

I'm not mad with you, Y/N. I'm in love with you — that's what I wanted to write.

Sorry if it looked like you upset me. You didn't. The guys did, but I shouldn't have acted that way towards you. I'm sorry. You aren't bothering me. I love spending time with you. Please bother me more — that's what I actually wrote.

Y/N: You're not mad? What a relief!

Me: I can't be mad with you

Y/N: I'll remember that

***

Y/N was dragging me outside.

"What's with you, Remus, I barely recognise you," she started, grabbing my shoulders, so I'd look at her. I couldn't.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, not daring to look at her.

"So you almost got in a fight for nothing?" she didn't stop.

"Leave it at that, Y/N," I tried to shake her off.

"At what? I don't get it! Every time a guy pays me attention, you are getting aggressive. What's up with that?"

"If you don't know, then I don't either."

She was looking at me as I lit a cigarette.

"I thought you quit," she whispered.

"I thought so too," I couldn't even imagine looking into her eyes.

"I wish you would just talk to me," she sat down on the bench. "I don't know what else I should do to make you ask me out again, and I can't ask you out myself, because I'm a coward. I'm spending so much time with you that everyone knows that I fancy you, except for you. Remus, what the fuck should I do? Please, tell me? I'll do it."

I finally looked at her, into her sad eyes, a fag just slipped out of my hand.

"I know, it's my fault, because when you asked me out, I didn't say yes right away. But in my defence I didn't know what to do, I really needed time to process it. But you said you were joking and that's it. Were you really? Was I wrong thinking that you weren't? Because if so, it is fine. It's just, Sirius was..." she went on, looking down at her lap.

"You... fancy me?" was all I could say.

"Yeah, is it so bad?" her eyes were glassy.

"Oh, I am daft then," I took her hand in mine, dropping to my knees infront of her.

"You're not daft, why'd you say that?" she was so close to panting.

"Because I was a git, a blind one too," I kissed her knuckles.

"Stop calling yourself all these names, you are incredible, Remmy," she put her free hand on my cheek, and I couldn't help leaning into her touch.

"Answering your question, you don't have to do anything. Y/N Y/L, will you go on a date with me? Forever the idiot."

"I told you, stop," she wanted to sound stern, but her smile wasn't allowing it. "Yes, Remus Lupin, please, take me on a date already."

She pressed her lips to my forehead.

All along, I should've just talked to her. Idiot.

[ask-a-bot]

Erm well apologies for that question thing about dislike I meant was like what would you like the person to improve on erm it was a rushed..

Can I just say "Megatron" generally?

Star, that's not fair, young'un. You know Megatron is doing his best and he's already improved a lot. He's becoming gentler every single day. He listens. He-

Still yells at me all the time!

Yeah, well, you're always testing his patience and pushing his limits. What d'you expect? Really?

You said he's gentle!

I haven't seen him hit you once. That's an improvement, right? Here's something you could work on: listening more and arguing less.

Huh. Fine! Well, you can work on not sucking up to Prime so much. It's disgusting!

I... is that what you think friendship is? You've got a lot to learn, my lad.

I like everyone! I don't think I want Kup or Optimus or Megatron to change.

You didn't mention me or Bumblebee.

We're still growing up. We're gonna change. At least a bit. I guess I kind of agree with Kup, though. You need to listen and at least think about why someone's telling you something. Kup tells me to do stuff I don't like, sometimes. I've learnt someone can get hurt or have stuff go wrong for them if I don't listen though. It's not worth arguing.

And Bumblebee?

I just want him to stop being mean to me. It's not my fault I'm older than him! It's not my fault I missed the war, either. Star... imagine you never knew your real parents and Megatron was really good to you, but you hardly remember him because you were too small and young to even transform and he had to send you somewhere safe with someone he trusted and then everyone thought he'd died and you never saw him again. And then someone you always looked up to is mad at you because you grew up while you were away from everyone. I mean...

You know I can't really sympathise with all that, right? I mean... I can't imagine any of that and I can't really see why you feel like life's been unfair, OK? I think you're lucky!

Lucky?

You have no idea what growing up with a dumb, cruel tyrant for a sire is like!

See? Told you he's a crybaby.

[anyaispunk]

The Last Time We Met

Pt. 2 (Last Part)

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“Me and Hellen are going to get married next month.” he said excitedly, holding back his tears.

You know, when someone’s get hurt, they express it by either crying, screaming, fighting, leaving, or even as simple as saying ‘ouch’. But what do dead people do when they get hurt? Nothing. They’re simply dead.

That was what exactly happened.

I didn’t cry, talk, nor move for an inch.

I just stood there.

The smile that was starting to form on my lips, stayed.

My grip on the box, stayed.

My dark eyes fixed on his bright brown eyes, stayed.

Because that’s what dead people do best.

They stayed still.

And he just killed me with his 10 words.

It all hit me.

It was like remembering a scene from a movie.

Except this time, rather than seeing me and him as the main characters.

It was her.

Hellen is the one he was seeing through the crowds. She was the one that take my phone to talk to Daniel’s parents after I talked to them.

She is the one he searches for a hug after bad days. Even though I’m the one he spent the night with to let out his frustrations in the form of words.

She is the one that gets all of the good news first. And I was the one who’s rushing to him no matter where I am whenever I hear a single sigh the second I picked up his call.

Now I realized that being on the top list was never enough.

Because there’s someone on top of that list.

And it’s her.

I’m not enough. I never was.

“Hey… Are you okay? It surprised you that much? You think I’m too wild to be married, huh?” Daniel joked, just like what he always does.

I wanted to take my eyes off of him.

I look at him and it feels like life is mocking me. As if life is telling me that this is the eyes that’ll never see you as something more. These are the eyes you can never have.

“Dan?….” I said with a cracked voice, surprised by my own ability to talk.

He was starting to get worried.

“Yes? Is there something wrong?”

“Have you ever thought about me?”

“What?… What do you mean?”

“Have I ever crossed your mind when you’re searching for what you’ve been longing for? or when you wanted to call someone the second after you finished the meeting of your another successful deal?” my voice was like a whisper but firm.

He was about to answer but I cut him off,

“Am I just a place for some of your ups and all of your downs? Is that what I am to you? An Alfred to your Batman?” I said harshly.

This time I’m not holding back.

I know what I said was not fair. Daniel always shares his good news with me, he never left me out, but after I already heard it from anyone else but him.

“You think it was easy to accept the fact that every single time you talked about your good news I have to act like I heard it for the first time when I already knew it from someone else? How small I feel whenever I come running to you just to hear your anger and telling me I’m the only person you told. I’m thankful that you trust me that much to share something what other people don’t know. But I want more…

I need more.” That was it. I admitted my desire to the both of us.

I can see anger in his eyes. He didn’t expect me to be this honest and blunt. He felt somehow betrayed. He knows that I know it’s hard for him to talk about his feelings other than happiness.

Happiness is something Daniel shares with everyone. But everything else inside him? It’s only me to knows.

When Daniel finally had the chance to talk, he said,

“Wow…. just… wow.”

Shame can be clearly seen on my face. I stepped too far.

Too far to be fixed but not enough to be together.

“Just forget about it. I can’t do this now. I’m sorry.” I said while heading to the door.

I felt his hand on my shoulder, preventing me from walking further.

“Let me go, Dan”

Don’t.

Pull me to your arms.

Let me feel your warmth and tell me I’m gonna have this for the rest of my life.

Love me,

more than you love her.

He did.

He let me go.

—————————————————————

I watched as the clock turned to 00:00.

I blinked.

00:01

Blinked.

00:02

I have to sleep.

“Hey? You up?”

Turning my head to the side, Charlotte greeted me with a smile.

“Is today’s my birthday? Why are you awake this early?”

Charlotte never left my side since that day. Not because I ask her to, but because she’s afraid of the things that I’m capable of doing when I’m alone with the memories of him.

“First, the sun is already shining for hours now. Second, you haven’t eaten anything since last night so you must get up now and eat. In the meantime, I’ll prepare myself and your stuff. We’ll be leaving at 4.” Charlotte said like I’m her kid.

I glanced back at the clock.

14:03

“You’re not my mom, so stop telling me what to do.” I protested.

She rolled her eyes,

“Not that you listen to your mother either.”

Ignoring her comment, I stood up and walked past her. Maybe food wasn’t so bad. Finding a full English breakfast was not making my stomach go quieter.

“It really is my birthday, isn’t it?” lifting the fork that was already placed beside the plate and starting to dig in.

Charlotte stood across the table with her arms crossed. “Are you going to act all excited and strong throughout the entire day? If you want to do that bullshit at least don’t do it in front of me.”

With my furrowed eyebrows and slightly agape mouth, she slowly brings her hands down to her sides. “You actually forgot, don’t you?”

My brain was trying so hard to connect all the dots. But I just couldn’t remember what she was talking about.

Taking a seat beside me, Charlotte looked at me deeply in the eyes. It scares me. Her face was full of concern and sympathy, but her eyes told me more. Enough to throw me back to this hell hole I called life.

It was the day.

With all honesty, Charlotte expected me to ran and slammed the door. Crying my eyes out until I can’t, like I used to.

But no. I didn’t. I’ve done enough.

I wouldn’t let her suffer twice today.

I walked slowly to my room, lifting the box that was still beautifully tied and placed it on top of my bed.

I was standing even though I knew I didn't have the energy left to even stand perfectly still. I opened it up.

Slowly untying the white bow with mixed feelings. Wondering what was sitting on this box all this time.

‘Open it.’

His voice rang in my head.

Daniel tried to call me for the first 3 weeks after our last encounter. He even stopped by a couple of times.

I didn’t have the courage to see or hear him.

I’m trying to stop the sounds of his voice following me through every step.

I’m trying to forget the lines on his face every time he laughed.

I put the bow to the side.

What is this, Dan?

‘Can’t you just open the box and stop asking?’

A white dress.

It was a white dress on a white box with a white bow.

This box supposedly belonged to a…

bride.

I lose it. I can’t control the tears streaming down my checks.

Charlotte walked in seeing me standing in total shock.

I looked to the side and said,

“He gave me a white dress.”

Never once in one’s life has one heard broken and hurt spoken so loud in someone’s voice. When she said those words, whether you know her or not, you can feel your heart broke into a million pieces. Imagine how broken she is when you’re in so much pain just by hearing her 6 words.

Charlotte didn’t even realize she was crying herself.

•

Tears are falling as Daniel danced lovingly with his new bride. But there was just one tear that didn't resemble a happy tear, and it was mine.

My mind slowly drifted off, imagining what if things turned out differently. But the answer was clear as a cristal now.

Song after song played, everyone else already left the table for the dance floor.

I glanced around and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

No matter how miserable I’ve been these last couple of hours, seeing these people having one of the best times of their lives eased me a little bit.

They’re my friends after all.

Then I saw him. I followed his every movement, watching as he took his blazer down his shoulder and draped it over the back of his chair. I felt every crack in my heart deepen as the newlyweds smiled at each other, dancing to their heart’s content, and suddenly, I realized how misplaced I was. Ever since the day these two had met, there was no longer space in Daniel’s heart for me.

Drown to my memory lane, I failed to realize who’s approaching me.

“You know, I could feel something was missing and I couldn’t find you at the dance floor. Odd, because you dance all the time.”

It was Daniel.

He was standing in front of me, sending me his sweet smile.

I couldn’t help but returned the smile.

Like a sign of relief, he was smiling more widely. Secretly thanking God for giving him a chance to talk to me again.

“I seriously don’t know how you managed to sit still while dirty dancing was playing.”

I let out a little laugh. Shaking my head to prevent myself from laughing more.

He kneeled down,

“I miss that sound.”

Even though his face’s only a few inches away from mine, I can’t bring myself to look at him.

I hurriedly replied, “I don’t have anyone to dance with,” not wanting him to know that I couldn’t bear the idea of dancing with anyone beside him.

He tried to muffled his laugh.

I was so close to tell him to not ever hold his laugh when he’s with me. His laugh was better than anything the DJ played at the moment. His laugh was the only thing that could make my heart skipped a beat.

But the butterflies in my stomach didn’t stayed longer than his laugh.

That sound didn’t belong to me, it belonged to her.

All of him.

His smile,

his laugh,

his memories to come,

they all belonged to the woman who had taken his last name just hours ago.

He held his hand out for me to take,

“Dance with me. Like you always do.”

Hesitant to take his hand, I finally gave in to myself. Knowing what a single touch could do to my entire being. I can feel his gentle touch heavily on mine, as if he’s scared that I could break if he hold me too strong. He let go of my hand after we arrived at the dance floor.

The warmth of his hand still lingering on my skin.

The soft strum of a guitar filled the room, Kodaline’s “All I Want” beginning to play. For a second, I wondered why such a sad song was playing. I gave Daniel a questioned look. Why on earth he had requested a song that was more about heartbreak than anything else. Taking my hand again while wrapping his free arm around my waist, he began to sway to the melody, leaving my question unanswered momentarily.

“You said you like this song.” He whispered, lips right beside my ear. The sensation of his warm breath caused shivers to roll down my spine.

If the guests are not looking at my face or talking to the actual bride, I’ll be totally mistaken as his bride.

The white dress was perfectly fit to my figure, making it more difficult for Charlotte to zipped the dress back home because I was sobbing too hard.

As the song continued, I closed my eyes.

When you said you last goodbye

I died a little bit inside

I lay in tears in bed all night

Alone without you by my side

This feeling, this moment, this man was something I couldn’t dare let go of. Yet, everything Daniel was doing was in order for me to let him go.

But if you loved me,

Why did you leave me?

The words are pierced to my heart. Setting fire to my emotions with no beginning and no end.

When would I be ready to let go?

I exhaled a breath that I had been holding for far too long. A breath that had taken years to let out.

I took a step back from him. Retreating my head that was previously placed on his shoulder.

Daniel’s heart stung after he saw my face. My eyes and cheeks were glossed over with tears,

“Why did you give me a white dress?”

How can you have the heart to make me suffer this much?

Imprinted false hope to my soul.

Letting yourself run through every bit of my body. Leaving hunger that can be only fed by you.

He just smiled sadly.

It was a look I never wanted to see, but I knew I had to see it. The saddest smile graced his near perfect features.

Daniel’s lips brushed my forehead, planting a gentle kiss to it. The sensation was one you would never forget. His words were quiet as he spoke, “I love you.”

A hand landed on Dan’s shoulder, turning him to look at a young bridesmaid with an all too happy smile on her face. She giddily grabbed Dan’s hand, dragging him along with her as she informed him of the bouquet toss that was about to take place.

I find my way back to the table to grab my things. The music was once again blaring as I walked towards Daniel’s mother who was sitting with some of her other relatives. She spotted me walking towards her, a gentle smile on her face as I pulled her into a farewell hug.

“Are you leaving already, darling?” His mother asked.

“Unfortunately, yes, I have a lot of things to do tomorrow.” My excuse made me shudder. I hated lying, especially to one of the most wonderful women I had ever met.

“Please send my regards to the newlyweds, I’d hate to interrupt.”

Daniel’s mother nodded, saying one last farewell as I made my way. Each step was a jab in the heart, and when I had reached outside, the tears truly began to spill. My hand covered my mouth, attempting to silence the heart wrenching sobs that would not stop coming.

“Wait!,” a voice called out.

I turned to see Daniel running towards me at full speed. When his eyes found mine, he opened his mouth to speak. No words came out, he had nothing to say. There was nothing in this world that he could say that would heal the hurt I was going through.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled my body towards his. His hand stroked my hair as I cried, his own tears threatening to spill over. He brushed the tears from beneath my eyes as he furrowed his brows in concentration, searching for the hurt I had been hiding all these years.

Charlotte pulled up as I smiled gently at the man I loved but would never have.

I look at his face.

Carving his eyes, his nose, his lips, every curve and every line of his face in my memory.

This will be the last time.

Not because he wouldn’t be here anymore.

But because I can’t.

“Goodbye, Dan.”

If I studied his face a little bit longer, I would have seen the sadness that overtook him as his chest tightened from my words.

He didn’t get to respond as I already walked towards the car. I knew I wouldn’t make it if I spent a second longer near him.

I turned my head back to him, whispering as loud as he needed to vividly hear,

“I love you too.”

And that was the last time we met.

[amorest-viesse]

[Your Beloved Hand] - Chloe SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Mithra and Akira

Someday We’ll Reach The Stars - Chapter 1

[Star Gaze City]

As Chloe and I strolled down the city’s streets, the sights and sounds of the Star Dance Festival captivated us at every turn.

Chloe: This is incredible…! It’s like we’re walking through the night sky.

Akira: The whole town looks absolutely stunning.

All around us, dangling star-shaped decorations twinkled and gleamed with a soft light.

Chloe: …Y’know, seeing all this sure brings back memories.

Raising his head, Chloe looked up at the sky—its cloudy darkness devoid of even a single pinprick of light.

Chloe: Where I was born, you couldn’t really see the stars either. That’s why, I made my own and hung them all up on my ceiling.

Chloe: The handiwork was pretty shabby and they didn’t glow either, but I liked having a little galaxy all to myself.

As he spoke, Chloe gently closed his eyes.

Akira: Your own personal galaxy…

I could imagine a younger Chloe gazing at his ceiling full of stars. He said they didn’t glow, but surely, they must have shone for him.

Chloe: Looking at all my stars, I’d always wonder what the real thing would be like.

Mithra: Where I’m from, there’s no getting away from the stars.

Akira: Whoa! Mithra!

Chloe: Where did you come from…!?

Startled by the interjection, the two of us turned around to see Mithra holding a mountain of food in his arms.

Akira: T- That’s a lot to eat, isn’t it?

Mithra: If you talk to that food stand there, they’ll give you some.

Chloe: Y- you paid for all this… right?

Brown-Haired Youth: Oh! There you are, Mister! The next performance is about to begin!

Mithra: Hmm?

Brown-Haired Youth: You’re the star of the show, remember? We need you to hurry!

Chloe: What…?

Black-Haired Youth: C’mon, everyone is waiting to see you!

Mithra: Well, of course they are. There’s no one as sexy as me.

Brown-Haired Youth: Then what’re we dawdlin’ for! Hurry, hurry!

Mithra: Fine, I’ll humor this.

[Footsteps]

Akira: Wait! Mithra!

Chloe: They’re gone…

Before we knew it, the townspeople had whisked Mithra away, leaving the two of us behind in the dust.

Akira: Where do you think they’re going…?

Chloe: Didn’t they say something about Mithra being the “star of the show”? Maybe they’re putting on some kind of play?

Akira: …

Chloe: …

Akira: Well first things first, we’ve gotta catch up to them!

Chloe: Right behind ya!

Someday We’ll Reach The Stars - Chapter 2

Trailing after Mithra, the place we ended up appeared to be a little plaza.

Brown-Haired Youth: Alrighty then, now all you’ve got to do is to stand right there!

Mithra: Huh.

Black-Haired Youth: Oh that’s just perfect! Straight out of a painting even!

Chloe: Is something going on?

Brown-Haired Youth: We’re about to perform the Dance of the Stars. It’s supposed to represent our hopes of seeing the shining night sky once more.

Black-Haired Youth: Us townspeople are playing stars, so this mister right here is gonna be our centerpiece: the brightest one of them all.

Chloe: Oh, I see now…!

Akira: That sounds exciting!

Chloe: Right? Oh, it looks like it’s starting!

Readying their instruments, the band began to kick up a tune as dancers in sparkling costumes linked their hands and whirled around.

Akira: Everyone is just incredible! Their movements are so fast and lively!

Chloe: How beautiful… It reminds me of shooting stars.

While we were enraptured by the performance, Mithra began to languidly move towards us.

Akira: Huh? Mithra?

Chloe: Are you supposed to be here?

Mithra: What does it matter? This is dreadfully boring.

Brown-Haired Youth: Where are you goin’, hot stuff!? You’re the star, remember!?

Mithra: Well I don’t want to be anymore.

Brown-Haired Youth: Aw c’mon! Don’t say that!

Mithra: What a pain… If you need someone that badly, why don’t you make them your star?

Akira: What!? Me!?

Brown-Haired Youth: Oh, if that’s the case then can you gimme a show? Just hit me with everything you’ve got!

Akira: Umm…

Taken by surprise, I completely blanked out. However, Chloe came up behind me and whispered in my ear.

Chloe: I’ve got an idea, but I need you to get everyone’s attention.

Akira: L- let’s try it…!

Akira: Hey, everyone! What’s that up there!?

Brown-Haired Youth: Where…? I don’t see anything…

Chloe: <<Suispicibo Voitingok>>!

Brown-Haired Youth: Will ya look at that…!

Secretly whispering his spell, Chloe sent all the festival decorations swirling into the sky where they began to glitter and gleam.

—Just like real stars.

Brown-Haired Youth: This is incredible! Just look at the way they’re flying and shining! How did you do that!?

Black-Haired Youth: Who cares how they did it!? Let’s dance under the stars while we can!

Golden-Haired Youth: You said it!

Underneath the sparkling sky, the townsfolk began to dance once more—it was as if their prayers were truly granted.

The stars continued to twinkle above, casting their light upon the stage. With beaming faces all around us, it felt as if we were in a dream.

Akira: Thanks for having my back, Chloe. Everyone looks like they’re enjoying themselves thanks to you.

Chloe: It’s no problem! I’m just glad it worked out.

Chloe: …Seeing everyone like this is making me want to dance too.

Chloe: Wanna join me, Master Sage?

Akira: Me? Dance?

Chloe: Yeah! C’mon, I’ll be right there with you!

Already on the move, Chloe held out his hand to me.

Taking it, we spun into the crowd, dancing underneath the starlight.

Someday We’ll Reach The Stars - Chapter 3

As the Dance of the Stars drew to a close, we watched the magical lights shining above us slowly dim.

Chloe: Whew, that was fun!

Akira: Ahaha, you said it. With the way the crowd kept growing, it felt like we were one big family by the end.

Mithra: Everything got so out of hand, even I was swept into it.

Akira: Things did get pretty crazy, but it must’ve been an incredible experience for them to dance underneath the stars.

Mithra: They must be rather simpleminded to be pleased by a cheap imitation like that if you ask me.

In response to Mithra’s sardonic remark, Chloe simply smiled.

Chloe: …Even if it’s a cheap imitation, I don’t see a problem with that. All it means is that we’re dreaming of reaching the real thing someday.

Chloe: I understand what it’s like to yearn and strive for something with all your heart. That desire is what keeps you going.

Surely, Chloe was talking about the stars he used to make as a child. Despite the years that have passed, I could still see the flicker of passion in his eyes.

Chloe: It might not be the real thing, but the happiness it gives me definitely is.

Chloe: I’m sure the townspeople felt the exact same way tonight.

Then, Chloe suddenly stopped speaking as if coming to a revelation.

Chloe: B- But then again, my magic couldn’t possibly compare to actually seeing the sky…!

Mithra: Exactly. Next time, I’ll take us to my hometown and show you what a real starry sky should look like.

Mithra: That would help improve your magic, right?

Chloe: Oh, t- thank you…!

Mithra: In that case, I’ll take my leave now.

[Footsteps]

Chloe’s eyes glittered as he watched Mithra leave, filled with appreciation for his unexpected proposal.

Akira: I’m sure the townspeople had a lot of fun tonight too. At least, that’s how it seemed to me anyways.

Chloe blinked a few times in surprise, before letting out a sigh of relief.

Chloe: I'm really glad you think so.

Brown-Haired Youth: Oh, they’re over here! He—y, d’ya think you can do the thing again!?

Brown-Haired Youth: We still have a good amount of dance left in us, so whaddaya say?

Chloe: …

The two of us froze for a second as everyone looked at us with wide grins on their faces, but as our eyes met, it was clear we were on the same page.

Akira: Of course we can! Just turn your attention to the skies!

Chloe: <<Suispicibo Voitingok>>!

The crowd began to cheer as the miraculous view from before rearranged itself once again.

Amidst the glow of the stars, it was Chloe’s smile that shone the brightest.

The Truth Behind The Rainbow Glow - Card Episode

Akira: The Star Dance Festival was so much fun thanks to you.

Chloe: I’m so glad everyone enjoyed it!

Chloe: By the way, did you know the Western Wizards held our very own Star Dance Festival last night?

Akira: Huh? Here?

Chloe: Yep! We had such a great time the other day that we decided to do it again!

Chloe: To set the mood, we decorated the sky with twinkling rainbow-colored stars.

Akira: Rainbow stars… That does sound like fun!

Chloe: Right? And it was soo cute too. So much so that we made ourselves rainbow-colored and danced among the stars.

Akira: You… what? Were you twinkling too…?

Chloe: We had a whole competition to see who could glow the brightest and even started racing through the sky like comets… It was a blast!

Akira: (Ah, so that explains all the flashing rainbow lights outside my window yesterday.)

Home Screen Voice Line

“During our traveling days, Rustica and I often slept outdoors. We’d look up at the stars together and try to find the very brightest one. That’s why, the night sky is full of memories for me. …Ehehe, I’m sure this moment, stargazing with you, will become a precious memory for me too.”

[vermanaward]

dawntrail msq, 97-99

solution nine

current sphene theory is that she's a robot. which is why she doesn't eat. beep boop

her being so chummy with her subjects rings extremely hollow when you know she could just download information about them any time and we'd be none the wiser

'levin sickness' huh. don't we have aetherial imbalance solved? just get alisae down here with her piggy

sure, it was lindblum's fault, brahne. i definitely trust the survivors to be telling the truth :))

raid series name dropped. please be the sphene memorial tournament

yeah this guy is going to die in a cutscene at some point isn't he

when can i shank sphene already

lamat honey you're operating on the flawed assumption sphene isn't a-okay with alla this shite

bitch you already saw tuliyolal

(i don't know if i'm on team pashtarot truther. i would like to never see another ascian again. i'm also acutely aware that's not going to be the case unless i quit, so)

gulool ja? also grown in a tube. calling it now

heritage found pt 2

now THIS is alexandria

remind me when i unlock flying to check the bell tower for a tt card

sphene is indeed a robot. beep boop

something something ascians something body hopping

does explain the infinity loops in her design mind

oh okay we're leaping straight to 'she's not flesh and blood, thus not alive'. don't care for this. not surprised in the slightest, but

oh. ohoho. bitch might not be an ascian but she sure thinks like one. please let me shank her. i know she's a body hopping robot whatever that just means i can shank her repeatedly

(yes yes she's dollar store lolibait emet i'm not a fan of this being done Again but)

all these casters using fire when it's been well established the mechs are weak to lightning. blm nerfs hitting hard

guys. guys do you remember how great endwalker was

AZDAJA SPOTTED

oh so WE'RE the gullible ones

you know what this exp needs? beatrix. just saying

50% jesus that is a deep cut and 50% i mean wasn't orthos an extended arthur joke like

begging soken to use motifs other than torn from the heavens. begging

like this expac is not even about the wol so why does every other track use the wol's theme

everkeep

man. i guess i'm supposed to be sad about zarool ja or something but honestly. i do not give a single shit like. even sb zenos was more interesting as a villain (and i do not like sb zenos). even ew zenos was etc and i do not etc.

like. was he actually grown in a tube, or is this game just fucking allergic to characters having mothers? what set him on his 'yeah i gotta traumatise the world into wanting peace'? which just got kinda derailed into 'yeah i'm gonna help this loli from another reality do what emet failed to'. when the fuck did he have a kid. why did he have a kid if he felt he had nothing to leave him. what the fuck was wormtongue's deal anyway. he was also an mildly interesting villain even if zarool offing him was kinda funny

i am feeling less emotions about this than i did about ew's finale. this expac is beingg hard carried by its encounter design. sad!

sphene: people will live on as long as they are remembered! 😁 also sphene: [sets up regulators so they delete people's memories of dead people] 🤪

anyway this was the 99 trial and i know there's one more zone to go so time for necrom to come barreling out of the left field. hey, maybe he will eat the loli for me?

oh lol she got her hands on one of trevanchet's trinkets. now that is a fucking deep cut

lamat honey i love you but koana has permanent custody of the braincell doesn't he.

"we need another route" like. oh. idk. the portal under yak'tel? maybe?

okay so confirmed for not the survivors of a rejoined reflection ig? maybe? idek

living memory

lamat you are barred from naming things

sphene acting like she has no choice but to choose the things she does. man it's tiring. only marginally less than everyone being like 'sphene ur a good person y u do dis'. bc she's a bad person hth

and then she has the gall to act like the wol would be down with genocide. bitch. i will fucking cut you

....why is erenville still wearing his gleaner uniform anyway

oh, okay. so sphene is basically a computerised primal of sphene. that explains. i'm still going to cut her, but

[sees water][switches to fsh] aw yeah even the fish are endless

[abominable-space-they]

You're My Moonage Daydream

SpaceDogs

When Nigel got home from work, he found Adam laying on the livingroom floor with all the lights off. He was an uncomfortable mixture of tense angles and loose distracted limbs, watching his home planetarium stars slowly spin, drumming his sternum with his fingertips, and chewing distractedly on the inside of his cheek.

Nigel checked the time. Adam got off work forty-five minutes ago. He'd usually be mostly decompressed by now. He knew that if Adam was still stressed, it was a a rough day, and asking what's wrong, the pressure of answering the question correctly would stress Adam out more. It was better for both of them if Nigel gave him space. So he put on Music. Sun Ra was one of Adams current space band favorites, experimental space jazz wasn't anything he'd ever even thought to listen to before Adam, but he was glad for knowing things like that existed.

When Nigel was n the right mood Sun Ra's mystical cosmic loopy jazz slid over his skin like warm water, soothing, almost hypnotic. He could see why Adam liked it so much.

Once the music was on, Nigel rolled a joint. That was one of his own soothing rituals. Grabbing an ashtray, he laid down beside Adam, setting the ashtray on his chest like he did in highschool, when everyone was laying around drinking cheap beer and listening to Pink Floyd or Portishead.

He passed Adam the joint without complicating things with words. Nigel listened to the way the little quiet popping hissing sound of Adam hitting the joint complimented the music. It was familiar, nice. They sat like that for a awhile, just existing together peacefully.

Eventually Adam rolled onto his side and pressed his palm over Nigel's heart, wiggling his fingers imploringly until Nigel scooped his hand up kissing his palm with reverence while Adam pressed his face into Nigel's shoulder.

"Thank you. I love you, you know"

"Nothin to thank me for beautiful I was just gonna be sittin around bitchin at Darko about numbers n shit. This is better"

"Yes, I think so too...Nigel... I'm so hungry. I didn't eat lunch today. The whole building was way to loud, everything felt like knives in my bones, and I know I should have eaten when I got home but my skin hurt to much to eat after all that"

"you're hungry huh?"

"And now I'm high and I'm starving, probably. But also I cann't possibly move Nigel. It's a fucking problem."

Nigel laughed fondly at Adam's post meltdown silliness, he treasured these little vulnerable moments, when Adam wasn't balancing on the razor edge of the whole world's expectations. When he was allowing himself to just be. It was gorgeous, Adam was always beautiful, but especially so when he was just being.

"Whatcha thinkin bout havin for dinner gorgeous?"

"Jack Kerouac swore that apple pie, ice cream, and coffee Was a complete meal."

"So you want apple pie and ice cream for dinner?"

"Yeah?"

Sometimes Adam felt guilty for wanting things still, even if they were small and easy to fulfill. Nigel would like to kill every single person who ever made Adam doubt the value & merit of his own wants, his own needs. You couldn't barbecue the whole world though. Nigel kissed Adam's finger tips.

"And you want me to order?"

"yes! The screen is so bright, it's so cluttered. That user interface was not designed with autistic people in mind"

"Fair enough babe, you roll us another a joint and I'll get on that damn dumblehopper doofenshmirty delivery app, whatever the fuck it's called and get us pie. Carmel?

Adam eyes went wide, obviously having kind of forgotten Carmel was a thing

"yes!"

Nigel scrolled through their delivery app, mindlessly, he only had eyes for Adam.

"Hey beautiful, I love you"

"I know... that's why you're ordering the pie for me. Otherwise you'd be at some dive bar arguing with Darko about numbers or something"

"I did say that didn't I? "

"You did"

"Hey babe, tell me about Alpha Centauri again while I do this, that's the close one right?"

Adam beamed at him, always delighted when Nigel wanted to hear about the stars, when he remembered little bits about them, because of Adam.

"Ok, Alpha Centauri is a star system in the southern end of Centaurus, there are 3 stars in it: Rigil Kentaurus, Toliman and Proxima Centauri. Proxima Centauri is the one you're thinking of, it's closest, at a little over 4 light years away, but close is subjective. That's not close by any standard except stars."

Nigel, found carmel apple pie, and ice cream, ordered an indulgently obscene amount of both. If Adam wanted pie he'd have so much damn pie. He hoped Adam could feel how happy Nigel was with him. This was better than anything else he could be doing right now. The best possible thing

Maybe wishes do come true, all he'd ever wanted really was this, a love like this, full, reciprocated, reverential.

He just didn't know that he could have anything this precious before Adam, his luckiest star.

Nigel sat back down beside Adam, kissing his ear lobe, just because it was right there and so perfectly Adam

"If I was an astronomer... or whatever the fuck they're called. I'd name every star after you babe"

Adam passed him the joint, kissing him back, face intentionally jokingly serious

"But would you bring me pie and ice cream still?"

Nigel laughed, both surprised and utterly unsurprised and endeared.

"yeah babe"

"oh well then, that's ok... As long as you don't forget the important stuff"

"I would never"

Never not ever, he'd buy Adam apple pie and ice cream every day for forever if that's what he wanted. He'd give him anything really, because Adam deserved everything.

And if Nigel had a single damn thing to say about it, he'd be the one to give it to him, for the rest of their lives

[ookami-sonata]

Maybe Mario Kart Doesn’t Ruin Relationships

A’ x reader

in 1st person pov. i made sure to make the reader gender neutral so feel free to self insert if you’d like!

I got up in a hurry once I heard the doorbell ring from where I was in my room.

Today, A’ and I had planned a little date at my home. We were planning on playing some games on my nintendo switch just to have a little time together. It had been around two weeks since we had some proper quality time, and I was a bit embarrassed to admit that I geniunely did miss him a lot even if two weeks isn’t a very long time.

Behind the door stood A’: tall, vibrant, and messy red hair. I moved to the side and let him step inside, but I was immediately attacked with a bone crushing hug.

“I missed you, my honey!” He said from where he tucked his face in the crook of my neck. “You missed me too, huh? I bet you did! There’s no way you didn’t.”

I gently hugged him back and let myself savor the moment. However, it was getting increasingly difficult with how tightly he was holding me.

“A-tan, I can’t breathe.”

“I know! I can’t breathe when you’re gone, either. I missed you so much.” I felt his arms wrap around me even tighter. I did not think it was possible at this point.

I felt my body go slightly limp, and that’s when I heard the red head gasp, and he quickly let me go.

“Honey, are you okay?! You’re not hurt, right? I felt like I was gonna die if I didn’t hold you immediately.” He laughed and shook his head. “Just kidding! Not funny, but seriously, I missed you so much, and you look so lovely today!”

All I could do was smile back at him. In all honesty, having a conversation with A’ was a bit hard to keep up with, but I truly did enjoy talking to him about just anything.

I led him inside my apartment, and he immediately made himself comfortable on the loveseat. “What games did you bring?” I asked, gesturing to the physical game cases he was carrying around.

At this, his face lit up. I could have sworn I saw sparkles in his eyes. A’ pulls out three game cases and shows them off quite proudly. “I brough Super Smash Bros, Switch Sports, and-“ He reaches behind him to pull out the last game, “Mario Kart.”

“Are you trying to end our relationship?” I chuckled. A’ and I almost always end up getting really competitive when playing Mario Kart.

“What?” A’ laughed happily. “No way! Everyone knows Mario Kart only strengthens relationships, just like Uno.” I let out a gasp when he suddenly grabbed me and started to tickle me, fighting back the uncontrollable laughter that was threatening to spill out of my mouth.

The moment he released me, I collapsed on the loveseat trying to catch my breath from the tickle attack I had just received. I looked up at him with a small smile. “Alright, if you say so.”

“I do say so!” He rushed over to the TV in my living room to start up the Switch and inserted the game cartridge for Mario Kart. “Watch, we’re going to have fun, right? Right?” I didn’t even have time to give him a small nod before he was speaking excitedly again. “See, I knew you’d agree! Ahh, I’m excited! I love getting to spend time with my honey.”

A’ walked back to where I was sitting on the couch and handed me a controller. I got the neon green controller while he got the neon pink one. As soon as the game booted up, I felt the air shift into something more intense, and I had to supress a grin. As much as we argued during our Mario Kart matches, I had to admit he was right in saying it strengthens relationships, assuming they don’t end by the last match.

A’ and I chose our characters and got into position to start the match. I was quietly concentrating on not running into the walls, as that was my biggest downfall, while A’ was too busy vocalizing every single one of his frustrations.

“Aw, what?!” He shouted when he got hit with a bomb that I threw, effectively slowing him down enough for me to get ahead of him by a lot. “I never you had it in you, honey. What did A-tan do?” A’ started fake crying when he got hit by yet another bomb that I threw. “Wait, wait!”

We were at our final lap, and I could feel A’ getting increasingly desperate, causing me to let out a laugh. I was in first place while he was stuck in third. The fact that he was so close to catching up to me must have added to his desperation to beat me, because he started praying out loud from where he was sitting next to me.

“Please God, Buddha, Ciel. Anyone! Please lend me your power, I’m begging.” A’ leaned forward in a mock prayer before getting back into his gamer mode. I must have been paying too much attention to him, because he somehow managed to successfully sneak into second place. I could not let him win. He might have been my boyfriend, but I was not above getting competitive with silly games like these.

I threw another bomb, and it managed to hit him yet again, throwing him off course, and I heard a shriek from beside me. As soon as I crossed the finish line, I stood up excitedly from my spot, looking down at A’ as he hung his head in shame. “Third victory in a row! You owe me dinner.” I grinned at him.

“My honey, how could you?” A’ wiped away fake tears from his eyes before letting out a sigh of resignation and nodding. “I do owe you dinner. It is only fair.” His face cracked into a bright smile when I started to cheer and pat myself in the back. Upon meeting his gaze, I realized he was wearing a much softer look than before, and I immediately became a bit self conscious. To my utter dismay, he took notice of this and stood up to hug me.

“Aw, why is my honey getting shy all of a sudden?” I felt my face burn hotter at the teasing remarks, trying my hardest to hide my face from his eyes. I tried to push him away with a small groan of embarrassment only for him to hold me closer to him. “Nope! You’re not getting away from me this time. I’ve been missing you way too much lately, so just let me have this.”

I huffed in annoyance but let myself relax in his embrace. He really does give the nicest hugs, and to be honest, I did miss him as much as he says he misses me. We stayed like that for a few more minutes before he reluctantly let me go and pulled out his phone. “Alright, honey, what can I get you for dinner?”

He laughed when I started listing off ideas of what to eat, nodding at everything I said.

Our night ended with us falling asleep in each other’s arms after playing yet another intense round of Mario Kart. Maybe we should play Uno the next time we meet up for our dates at home.

[cherryaire]

Maybe people need to think about it like a CD then since you (the royal you, by the way) still kind of sound like you're expecting to love every single part of it, and tbh, that's almost always gonna set someone up for failure.

If you buy a CD with 13 songs on it, and you fucking LOVE 7 of them but the other 6 are either kind of middle of the road for you or just not your thing, are you gonna throw that CD in the garbage?

No, you're not. Because it's absolutely fine to have something you don't love every single second of. I don't know a single person who is a fan of something who loves every single moment of something, because there is ALWAYS going to be a moment in a movie/show/play/album/etc that isn't 100% for you.

Every single favorite thing I have, there are also parts of it that I'm not super into because that's just how life kinda works and expecting every single second of basically anything to be perfectly up to your standards is basically ruining the way so many people interact with media.

I also really feel the need to point out that apart from scheduling conflicts, it takes SO much work to write a variety show, especially one that stays pretty damn up to date on what's going on in the world. If it was every week, everyone would be burnt out as hell in just a few months. (There's a reason SNL writer rooms used to be absolutely full of drugs like cocaine and it wasn't just because they were having fun. It's because it's draining, stressful, time consuming, and hard to keep up with)

Like, at this point a ton of you guys are just reminding me of the execs on streaming platforms nowadays. Ope, this didn't get the trillion views we wanted so we're pulling the entire thing and not finishing it. Bye! and it sucks.

Having lurked a lot longer than I have interacted, I would put money on yall eating up every single part of this show if it always had Ian and Anthony in it because yall still hold everyone else to a different standard than you do those two, and it's legitimately just unfair as hell to all of the other people involved in smosh. someone makes one bit that doesn't hit the way it was expected to, and a bunch of people turn on a fucking dime to be like "no she's no longer funny" and I KNOW if ian, anthony, or both wrote it yall would be like "there's always next week!".

(i would also like to remind people that yall are getting this content for free and the entitlement that's still rolling off of tons and tons and TONS of people makes me want to scream. if it's not for you, move on from it and stop being an ass in regards to it.)

it also very much seems like a decent handful of people wrote off BC from the beginning and are just going into it now with pure "this is gonna suck huh" mentality just to find something to bitch about, and i cannot recall off the top of my head a single ask or post criticizing any of the men involved in BC—it is the women who get targeted for why it sucks, mainly erin and angela, despite the fact that there are also a ton of other people involved in writing and how stuff is put together, and i know there are several people with askboxes that get FILLED with misogynistic bullshit about the women of smosh. a lot of the hate i see for BC feels like a carry over of the garbage that already gets said about the girls.

a fuckton of people are blinded by nostalgia glasses, and as someone without them, that's incredibly obvious. but when you can't see the forest for the trees, a lot of the time you don't notice you're doing it. so i'm pointing it out, because it needs to be said.

I'm not a big sketch comedy person, but I'm going into these excited to see what creativity has been given a chance to shine, even if it's not something i personally find hilarious. more people need to go into this (and literally anything) with that mindset because when you approach everything with an immediately critical eye, the enjoyment is sucked out of it.

My biggest gripe rn is that the Fandom at large seems to have decided that something that doesn't even have six episodes yet is shit, especially something that is a totally new format. With comedy, ups and downs are a given as you figure out what works.

There are tons of sketches that didn't hit great for a lot of people but all sketches didn't get written off because of it.

BC is a variety show, which means it's supposed to appeal to different people in different parts. It feels like people are forgetting that part. With most variety shows, there are parts people won't enjoy that others do.

It feels like this is part of the wider issue nowadays of people expecting everything to be pretty much tailored to them so if there is one thing out of the six in the episode that they don't like, they blanket decide the whole thing is garbage.

That's fair, but even when considering how Bit City is new and is a variety show sometimes the episodes just don't hit very well even if there is one appealing or funny bit in it.

I did get a reply on a different post that said if Bit City was weekly it might change how much it's criticized and I think that makes a lot of sense. When something is weekly it isn't so bad if one episode sort of bombs for you because another will come next week, but every two weeks you're waiting for it and then it feels like a let down.