#except this time surprise! it's still technically neither

[dreamlegend]

I think it's fun that I use the term "girl" and feminine gender things as an aesthetic despite my real gender being basically it_is_a_mystery.mp3, but I've been wondering.... whether to do the same thing with being a guy sometimes

[windser]

more bsf!husband soshiro headcanons [you can read about the premise here]

neither of you were particularly surprised when the contract was rewritten for you to marry soshiro instead of soichiro. the youngest brother had just outclassed the eldest by such a wide margin. but at the same time, the two of you just kind of were standing there after signing the contract like 🧍🧍‍♀️ just really settling into the the results of everyone's decisions.

and like the wedding preparations went fast. you were already suppose to marry soichiro by this point and the families wanted to stay on track of their schedule. nothing about kaiju business was safe and the whole point of this marriage was to produce offspring. so like it felt like tuesday you were engaged, wednesday morning you were single and by the afternoon you were engaged again and married by thursday. an exaggeration but that was the vibe.

the wedding was nice but it just reminded you of this stuffy traditional party. except that it was all about you and now you were expected to marry your best friend at the end of it and seal it with a kiss. and oh the kiss. youre both adults, but there was like this mutual barely there grimace where you both simultaneously recalled how absurd adult cooties were. the kiss was definitely befitting of an arranged marriage, because it was brief and sealing like the contract sharing your names.

but like the after party, after it all settled in? it was low key just a vibe. maybe it was the acceptance soaking into your bones. but for the first time, no one scolded the two of you for just slouching into each other like you had done before as kids. the whole day was a long affair and you both were just so done with the attention. your cheek is pressed against his shoulder while you pick lazily off his plate. and yeah, you guys are married now.

the wedding night. fortunately, traditions aside, there is no one hounding you at your now shared bedroom. the first escape from the day, is a room decorated to house you both at the hoshina estate. it will always be yours, but soshiro will have to report back to the third division sooner rather than later. it was always implied that you would stay back and raise the children, despite you still having a promising future in your trade. and yeah that reality hits the hardest when youre both laying back on your backs staring up at the ceiling recalling how you got to this moment. there is no carnal passion that night but soshiro does hold your hand until daybreak.

it become apparent real fast that the two of you are not going to contribute to the family line the way things are going. the two of you are certainly not giving off the vibes of passionate entangled lovers. it doesnt help that youre stuck at the estate with soshiro only visiting from the base in spurts. unexpected aide comes from soichiro, who points out the obvious that maybe it would be beneficial to station you in the third division with your husband. noting that your expertise alone in the field would be instrumental. and while soichiro is no longer the necessarily the hoshina prized son, he is technically still the heir. and so you are indeed shipped to the third division.

and like its on record that soshiro is married. but when you arrive, everyone just like oh youre married married. and now its just you and your best friend husband in his vice captain suite trying to figure out where to go from here.

a/n: i just really cant get these emojis 🧍🧍‍♀️out of my head bc that just summarizes your marriage. and like i low key like the platonic vibes bc i just think it really nails in the this is my best friend husband that i love but not necessary in love with ... yet

[gavagecunctation]

upd8 re8ction

so it is tavvy i knew it. im surprised yiffy managed to get 8way seeing as like last we saw her she was 8eing yelled at 8y harvris 8ut it checks. i love tavvy and yiffys duo. we 8oth know we weren't meant to 8e 8orn.

(P.S. I left you guys some trail mix. Don’t pick the raisins out; they’re healthy.)

he's so silly. 8rother of all time. or uncle i guess

love his fuckass rich 8uoy sigil or wax seal or wh8tever

(sorry for the num8er of 8s this upd8 is really fucking me up for reasons you'll see on like the next panel)

cool panel love the composition love the everything. harry and vris look so silly. their heads are 8igger than jades. rose you're so 8ad at your jo8

harry stop 8eing a pussy. L.

this is the first time im actually enjoying the idea of tavvrissy 8eing kismeses and not just a guy and the 8oy she 8osses around

VRISSY: And neither is that Arrog8nt Hivewrecking 8ITCH!

HEY DON'T CALL ME THAT

this panel. just gorgeous. and 8lso heart8reaking for me. 8ye dad and fuck you to the anonymous shooter.

oh so N8W you do your jo8 . another 8anger panel. the choice to make rose shadowed/grey against harvris' regular colors is interesting to me. she's re8lly lost all her light huh

shed a single (8rave 8oy) tear. rip dad

was talking in the hs8c discord a8out whether this would 8e heroic or not. someone 8rought up that it could 8e just 8ecause of jades homewrecking which yeah i 8elieve. also the w8y she was trying to manipul8 the narrative could 8e seen as just. sad day for me i wanted candy jade and ult dirk to talk theyre 8oth so thematically simil8r

the sweat is interesting. does she know jade is dead? pro8a8ly. does she regret it?

may8e. most likely not

another 8anger as usual i love hs8cs artstyle

this shot is pretty interesting to me. is that the 8ell tower where dirk died? why is it glowing white? is cave the point under it too or is the 8attermaid using it as a vessel for the 8eam? lots of thoughts

yiffy and tavvy are not dead that's all i know for sure. they would not die they're too important

i really thought the flash would end act 1 8ut this is cool as fuck too

W8?????

these fucking pages loaded l8 for me oh my god. hs union you rascals

gavageCunctation [GC] began negging adamantGriftress [AG] 801 MINUTES AGO.

ayyyy its a deltrit8n. delta detritus hey did you know detritus means trash 8ecause for the longest time i didnt and now i feel stupid

801 minutes = 13 something hours. that's many imo 8ut you do you hs8c

this guy's really interesting. i think the delta kids (petition to call them that) are going to 8e 8ased on 2020s internet tropes. gc seems to 8e 8ased on a tum8lr user of some sort.

GC: if i'm being honest we cooked hard with this GC: haha... tag that shit i'm fussing... GC: AA (that's oomf)

my proof for the a8ove st8ment 8ut also this reads like a millenial desper8ly trying to speak like a gen z/alpha kid (which i guess it is). i cant tell whether "i'm fussing" is aave or not

i'm curious though how did they get vrissys handle?

gavageCunctation's [GC'S] computer exploded.

L + r8io

gc defo has a crush on vrissy which is funny as fuck to me. go girl 8r8k up with your technically uncle gc is right there!!! you can do 8etter!!!

aa seems interesting i get the feeling they're pro8a8ly in contact with ultrose or at least that sort of rose-rezi stand in of the session due to how it seems like they have some sort of seer a8ilities

GC: um anyway she's like an oracle... GC: except she's not an oracle. GC: she's some other shit...

you guys get what i mean? oh aa could 8e like jade too as in they could 8e awake on prospit and thats why they know all this stuff

GC: yet i still stay up to my buccal mass

a sea species so this is one of roses delta kids neat

ok done for now 8ye

[earthtodora]

Itafushi Writings

I have an unhealthy amount of fics written about Itafushi because I am mentally unwell. As you can probably guess, the ones with manga spoilers are depressing as hell, and the ones without spoilers are actually pretty happy/fun. But I am a sucker for happy endings so expect that with every fic.

All works are SFW unless explicitly stated!

Multi-Chapter Stories

Saving You (Finished) - Yuuji dies in the battle against Sukuna in Shinjuku and finds himself back in time, traumatized and broken, trying to save the ones he cares about. (manga spoilers)

stay a little longer (Ongoing) - Dog Rescue AU. Yuuji starts volunteering at the dog shelter. What starts as a way to take his mind off things turns into a chance encounter with the (frustratingly handsome) dog-whisperer, Fushiguro Megumi.

stay awake (dreams only last for a night) (Ongoing) - Skateboarding AU. After messing up his signature move in a competition, Yuuji goes to the skate park at night, determined to clear his head. But, he stumbles upon another skater who is just as talented, if not more. So, obviously, he's determined to befriend him.

Of Paws and Hugs (Finished) - Megumi hears Yuji crying at night after the events with Junpei, and decides to summon his dog to comfort him. Yuji returns the favor by offering him hugs. (no manga spoilers)

One-Shots (manga spoilers)

the world is cruel but i still love you - Post-canon, a very broken Yuuji and a very broken Megumi find comfort in each other. (co-dependent, slightly unhealthy itafushi)

tidal waves - During the fight against Sukuna, Yuuji enters Megumi's innate domain and does his best to save him.

here comes the sun (it's alright) - Megumi is slowly finding reasons to live in the form of a birthday party, a homemade cake, and a pink-haired idiot with a bright smile and an equally bright soul.

don't let me drown - Post-canon, Megumi' POV. He's struggling with suicidal thoughts, and Yuuji is determined to help.

help me find a way to breathe - Healing isn't linear and Megumi doesn't have the best coping mechanisms, but he's getting there. Slowly but surely.

let's take this mess and make a home - Four years post-canon, Yuuji and Megumi move to a farm and start over.

of wedding bells and false alarms - Yuuji overhears the conversation between Megumi and Hana in chapter 270. He obviously misunderstands.

blessed with a curse - Post-canon, Megumi is struggling to deal with his grief.

still having nightmares - Post-canon, neither Yuuji nor Megumi can look into the mirrors anymore.

Alive - In the aftermath of the battle against Sukuna, the sorcerers have won, but their world is shattered. Yuuji cares for Megumi, who is in a coma. (technically two chapters, but the same story from both of their POV)

Safe - Megumi wakes up in the infirmary after getting saved by Yuuji. They talk.

Alone Together - A rage-fic I wrote when the manga pissed me off. Yuuji saves Megumi, but everyone else is dead.

One-Shots (no manga spoilers)

The Truth Is, I Want To Kiss You - Yuji is hit by a cursed technique that makes him say every thought that comes into his mind. This would be fine, except for the fact that his most prominent thought is how much he wants to make out with his best friend. Megumi is not amused. Gojo and Nobara are having a blast. Yuji just wants to cuddle.

five times megumi's shikigami were affectionate with yuuji, and one time megumi finally was - Megumi has no idea why his shikigami started to act weird around Yuuji. Definitely nothing to do with his own growing feelings towards the boy.

Yuuji!!! On Ice - Megumi teaches Yuuji how to ice skate. It goes as well as you'd expect.

Waffles - Itadori makes way too many waffles and he realizes he's in love. Kugisaki is a mastermind.

Meatballs - Itadori teaches Fushiguro to make meatballs.

Annoying - Itadori loves to annoy Fushiguro. One day, Fushiguro has enough.

Megumi's Birthday Surprise - Yuji plans a special day for Megumi's birthday. Except, it's most definitely not Megumi's birthday.

a condition called love - Megumi gets injured, and the whole incident is causing Yuuji the realization that he might, in fact, be in love with his friend. Chaos ensues.

hold my heart (it's beating for you anyway) - On a rainy afternoon, Yuuji and Megumi talk. (this one is actually angsty sorry) - post-detention center arc.

so tell me, what's your secret? (NSFW) - A curse leaves Megumi with the power to read the thoughts of anyone he touches. He finds out that Yuuji's been harboring a lot of inappropriate thoughts about him, and decides to put those fantasies to good use.

5 Days of Itafushi Halloween

out of focus, out of reach - Angst, Psychological, Thriller (Canonverse)

same time, next year? - Fluff, Childhood friends to Lovers (AU)

somewhere only we know - Angst, Hurt/Comfort, MCD (Canonverse)

Gay Panic for Dummies: How to Deal with Your Sexuality Crisis in the Zombie Apocalypse (NSFW) - Crackfic, Humor, Smut (AU)

i just don't wanna miss you tonight - Fluff, Sickfic (Canonverse)

[yanderecrazysie]

here me out yandere! erasermic with shy!reader who has tendency to have nightmares and doesnt sleep well-

[this has been on my mind like all week for some reason😭 but anyways have a great day/night and take as much time as you need/want its healthy for you!]

Just a little heads-up, I write multiple characters as working together and not as poly, so I hope that’s okay!!! You can technically think of it as poly if you want, since I’m not super specific on it lol.

And you have a great day/night as well!

Title: Circles

Pairings: Eraser Head/Aizawa Shouta x Reader; Present Mic x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, drugging

Summary: Eraser Head and Present Mic’s new darling is adjusting well in every way except sleep. Is there a way they can finally give her the rest she needs?

“Sleeping peacefully

The girl I used to be

Until I fell so deep

A neverending tragedy.

You haunt me in my dreams

But it's all I want to see.”

-from “Circles” by KIRA

 You had been here nearly four months, and your sleeping had only grown worse.

It took forever for you to fall asleep and, whenever you did, your slumber was plagued with nightmares and heartbreaking memories that had you waking with a start and crying before you even opened your eyes.

 Your captors grew more and more stressed at the sight of you withering away from the lack of good sleep. The rings under your eyes were larger and darker than even Aizawa’s, and the sight alone had their stomachs twisting with worry.

“What do we do? Why won’t she go to sleep, Eraser?”

“It’s not just a matter of falling asleep, Mic, it’s a matter of staying asleep too.”

Your captors were kind throughout the months you’d been here, but they still terrified you. So many of your nightmares twisted their happy expressions into evil ones and used their soft voices to scream obscenities, until you awoke more afraid of them than on the day you’d been brought to the isolated cabin you resided in.

Not a single night went by without turning into a sleepless night or one packed full with night terrors. At this point, you were afraid to sleep. Afraid to see what your unconscious mind was ready to traumatize you with further the minute you successfully drifted away into dreamland.

Your captors were there for you as you fell asleep and whenever you awoke screaming and crying. You could see their faces lined with worry as they reassured you that you were safe. You welcomed the comfort, even if you knew you shouldn’t trust the people who kidnapped you.

One of them, the dark-haired one that the other called “Eraser”, seemed to understand your inability to sleep. Probably because he always looked so tired himself. He also spent the most time with you at night, pulling all-nighters sometimes to make sure you were okay. 

A strange part of you appreciated that.

“Summer break, finally! Now we can spend some time with our favorite listener!”

Your head perked up when you heard them both enter the house. You had learned that they both worked as teachers during the day, so they often had to be away from you… Was it really summer break already? Had you really been here long enough for school to let out?

Your blond captor, who the other called “Mic”, was much more energetic than his companion, and he quickly came running into the living room, searching for you. He beamed when he spotted you on the couch.

“(Y/n)! Let’s have a movie night!” He said, seeming very proud of himself for coming up with the idea.

“A movie night?” Eraser entered the living room after him, one eyebrow raised, “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

You agreed to it, even though you weren’t sure you had a choice in the first place. They were kind enough to let you pick your favorite movie, one neither of them had seen, and pop it into the DVD player.

With the lights off, your favorite movie playing, popcorn from Mic and soda filling your stomach, you weren’t too surprised that your eyes were beginning to droop. After days of barely getting any sleep at all, your body was finally at its limit and ready to give you what you truly needed.

You saw Mic give Eraser an excited look, which was returned with an indulgent smile (perhaps the happiest you’d ever seen Eraser). You couldn’t help but smile yourself a little, both in happiness and relief. You had a feeling there’d be no nightmares tonight.

You were sleeping peacefully between them on the couch long before your movie was over. The two were beyond glad that Mic had proposed a movie night, as it had done what they needed it to do and given their precious darling the gift of dreamless (and nightmare-less) sleep.

That, and the pills they slipped into your soda.

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 6

Let's get a little ... Phera-moan-al.

Character: Trafalgar Law Reader: omega/fem Warnings: A/B/O/Omegaverse, arbitrary classification of other Heart Pirate crew members, mentions of classic ABO things like Pheromones, heat, ruts, etc. 18+

Summary: You're out of suppressants in the middle of the damned ocean and Law is losing his mind. -:- 1773 words

Con-Scent-sual

Law threw the pen across the room in frustration, balling up his fists as he slams them down on his desk. He couldn’t concentrate, and it wasn’t his fault, the crew’s fault, or anyone’s fault really. It was basic biology, and a slip of unexpected poor planning on his part.

You had a heat, you and Bepo and Penguin all had heats, and you all had suppressants for them. For Bepo it was a matter of the mink’s continued comfort – no one else on the ship was enough of a mink to react to his scent. You and Penguin were, technically, a risk, but one that could be mitigated and it was worth it.

You were both effective crewmates and solid fighters. Neither of you really had anywhere else to go either, but that was irrelevant.

The risk of your heats had also been further mitigated when you’d both decided on an alpha to bond with. Penguin had chosen Ikkaku, and you’d chosen Law. So now there were only two people on the ship who would be affected by your heats.

The suppressants just hadn’t been as effective for you this current cycle. You’d gone through too many and they were too far from another port, so you’d been effectively quarantined. However, being quarantined on a submarine was turning out to be useless, and no one except Law was acutely aware of how useless.

He stepped out of his office with the intent of going to find you when Penguin and Shachi both stopped him.

“Captain!” Shachi exclaims as they both stop Law bodily.

“I told you!” Penguin nearly growls. “If I can smell (Y/N) it’s gotta be everywhere.”

“Step aside.” Law says. There’s a command in his tone, and it’s surprisingly steady.

“It’s only going to make it worse.” Penguin asserts. “You have to go back into-.”

“Room.” Law says and the two swear just as their Captain disappears.

You’re in the room on the far end of the Polar Tang, as far from everyone else as you could physically hope to be. Ventilation in the Tang was a complicated process, but carbon dioxide scrubbers kept things breathable for longer than they would be otherwise. Unfortunately, there wasn’t such a thing as pheromone scrubbers.

You’d burned through your suppressants like they were candy and had been getting progressively worse for the last few hours. The suppressants had barely kept you to a point where you weren’t actively suffering from how painfully you wanted your alpha. You’d never had such a powerful heat before, and of course your body would decide to test it’s limits when you had no escape.

Covered in sweat, shaking from the need twisting through your body, you weren’t surprised to see the door open.

Law was standing in the doorway, almost still as a statue. It took you a second to realize it was him, and you shuffled away from the door backing against the far wall.

“You can’t… be here.” You manage quietly. “It’s t-too much.”

“…You’re suffering.”

“I’ll survive.”

“I can feel what you’re going through!” He barks, and you know the control he’s exerting to stay in the doorway and not just stomp into the room. “I knew there was going to be a connection when we bonded, but this – it’s driving me mad and it’s like I’m feeling it through water.”

“I’ll… survive.” You assert. Your skin is fire hot, and sweat is trailing down your arms and back, you can feel the slick of your desire thick between your thighs, and the feel of your pajamas is almost like needles against your sensitive skin. “It’s… just a matter of… time.”

“I don’t want you to just survive.” He growls, hands clenched tight. “I can ease your suffering.”

“I… could get pregnant.” You say it in a small voice. You’re not against it, not wholly, but not right now. There’s too much on the horizon, if you end up pregnant, he’ll leave you somewhere. Understandably, and for your safety, but you don’t want that.

“If you’re not ready yet, I won’t let it happen.” He says, golden eyes almost on fire. You can feel them moving over your body as he does finally take a step inside. “With my devil fruit it’s an easy matter.”

“… The crew.”

“They’re already bringing us up.” He assures you, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. You can see the tension in his body, muscles taut and his usually smooth movements are a little rough. He pulls off his boots, one, then the other, setting them down by the door as he closes it slowly.

“Say it.” The command is for you to speak, but what you say is your own choice.

“… Please.” You nearly whimper. “I feel like I’m burning alive, Law, help me.”

“Of course, little snow drop.” He responds, reaching out to you. His hands are almost cold compared to how warm you feel, but it’s a relief. Relief, not just that he’s touching you, but that he’s cooler than you are. Hands on your ankles pull you, stretching you out on the bed you had balled yourself up on, sprawling you out on your back.

You gasp, and only move to help him as he pulls your pants off, and then your top. You can feel him trying to hold back, trying to move slower than he wants to. If he gave into the urges gripping him he would’ve likely just torn your clothes off in shreds.

“You’re always beautiful, but this is… something else.” He says hoarsely. You never slept with one another during your heats or his ruts. It was safer, to maintain distance, to enjoy one another when you were in control of yourselves. Decisions should never be made when one’s mind is hazy with strong emotion, be it anger, pleasure, or anything else.

“I’m sorry,” He says, taking his jeans off even as he climbs into the bed. “I don’t think I can give you the consideration you deserve.”

You shake your head. “I’m soaked head t-ta’ toe,” you manage a weak smile as you open your legs for him. “Please.”

“As you command.” The words fall from him like flakes of snow as he grabs your legs and pulls you to him, bringing your hips up his thighs. You squeak a little, but the surprised sound turns into a moan as he thrusts deep inside you. There was no easing in, no slow, sweet stretch that filled your heart more than your body.

This was a single movement, and you were dripping with need so much that there wasn’t a hint of pain. You two fit well together, and your legs and toes curled around him, pulling you deeper against him as he took a moment. You were soaked, but you were tight and hot and he almost worried you’d melt him into nothing before he could give you the relief you needed.

Small moans bubbled about in your chest, but you were too tired. All the pleasure you felt was weighed down by the prolonged exhaustion of fighting your own heat for so many hours already.

A roll of his hips shifts you. Sweaty skin glistens in the soft light of the room, the scent of your need was thick in the air, but his desire was filling your senses already. As much as you had overpowered him and brought him here, he was already taking control again.

Tattooed hands slip over your body, pressing into your skin firmly, sending pin pricks of pleasure through you. Another roll, a little faster, a little longer, savoring what he can for the moment he has available to him. He does it again, calloused fingers finding rock hard nipples, rolling them with practiced movements as he bucks almost harshly, ripping a nearly orgasmic sound from you, the layers of pleasure more than you had expected.

The sound was all he seemed to need and he leaned over you, hips slapping into your thighs as your legs bounced in the air. Your hands were on his arms, bracing as best you could as he pushed you deeper and deeper into the mattress.

Breath was pushed from you as pleasure was pushed into you. There was little you could see but bright golden eyes. Little else you could feel but the rough bliss of your lover buried inside you and seemingly trying to go even deeper than the laws of physics would allow.

Your first orgasm came without warning, your exhausted body was awash in pleasure and suddenly taut with bliss. Your fingers dug into Law’s arms, but he didn’t stop, filling you up for the first time that night and continuing his thrusts into your still needy body.

The scent of his orgasm filled your senses and invigorated you. Quiet, exhausted moans of pleasure, become more vocal, your fingers relaxing enough to wrap around his shoulders, your legs crossing against his waist. He urged you to hold onto him as he sank into you, lips finding yours for a sweet moment before they traveled over every inch of skin they could reach.

The scent of his desire mixed with the scent of his exertion, sweat matting his hair to his face. Those golden eyes stayed focused on you, watching intently. He took in every detail he could, trying to push you over the edge again and again until your heat was spent, without wearing himself out unnecessarily.

The series of scratches on his back was the only lingering sign of your desperation as shaky fingers slipped down his sweat-slicked arms, the last twitching flutters of pleasure twisting your exhausted body under him. It had taken over an hour before your body’s own desires calmed. You don’t even know how many times you had cried out his name, or how many times he had filled you up.

He finally slips out of you, a soft moan escaping you both at the sensation. You could feel the flood of froth and seed leak out of you, and the cold air against sweat-soaked skin. You know this has thrown the schedule of the day off, the Tang would need to submerge again before continuing on, and you two had been intertwined in one another for at least an hour, if not longer. There’d been nothing the rest of the crew could do except stay on the deck and wait it out.

“Sorry,” you manage quietly, and he kisses your forehead.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He assures you. “It’s my job to look out for you when this sort of thing happens.”

[intheticklecloset]

Second Years (Haikyuu!!)

This fic was commissioned by @bumblebeedrizzzle. Thank you!

Primary Universe: Second Year

Summary: Hinata and Kageyama contemplate their upcoming season with a changed team, and Kageyama decides his friend needs some cheering up.

**THIS FIC IS SPOILER FREE!**

A/N: I'm actually really glad to have gotten this request (even though technically Haikyuu isn't on my commissions list - I made an exception) because when I look at the last several fics I've posted for this fandom, they were all predominantly lee!Kageyama. I love lee!Kags, obviously, but it was time Hinata got some love, too! So thank you for the commission!

Also, if I continue writing for Haikyuu, I feel like I've done pretty much all I can with the anime storyline, so I'll likely write about our boys as second years going forward for the most part. I will always let you know if there are spoilers ahead! <3

Anyway - on to the main event! I hope you enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,833

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“I can’t believe Noya is a third-year now,” Hinata mused as he walked his bike up the hill the team used for workouts, Kageyama walking at his side with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

His friend snorted. “Forget Noya, I can’t believe Tanaka is a third-year. Neither of them really act like it.”

“Kinnoshita will keep them in line.”

“He’ll try to.”

“Who do you think will be captain next year? Tsukishima?”

Kageyama shuddered and growled, “I hope not.”

Hinata laughed, though it came out halfhearted. Silence fell between them for a couple of minutes as they focused on climbing the last crest of the hill to where it leveled out before rounding up into the second half. Once there, the redhead slowed his bike to a stop and glanced out at the city view. It was getting dark out, but there was still enough light in the sky for them to make it home before sundown.

Kageyama took a few more steps before realizing his friend had stopped. He turned, saw the look on Hinata’s face, and frowned. “What’s the matter?”

To his surprise, Hinata didn’t try to shrug off his question with a claim to be fine or a forced smile. Instead, he considered a moment before asking, “Does it feel off to you?”

“Does what feel off?” Kageyama asked, striding back over to where he stood.

“After everything that happened last year, doesn’t it feel kind of…wrong to not have Daichi and the others with us?”

“It’s different, sure, but it’s just the natural way of things.” Kageyama glanced out at the cityscape as well. “They had to graduate and move on. This year Noya and Tanaka will graduate, and then we will next year. We’ll all move on and become adults. It’s what happens.”

Hinata scoffed. “Okay, Mom.” He glanced up at his friend with an even deeper frown. “Don’t you miss them at all?”

Kageyama suddenly realized what Hinata was getting at. He didn’t want reassurance or lectures about how “life goes on.” Not from him. He was hurting, and he wanted someone to understand that. So, with a sigh, the taller boy relented.

“Yeah, I do. Especially Suga.”

“Doesn’t it seem weird that we’re just…doing another season without them?”

“I guess so.” Kageyama considered for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, it does. I got so used to Daichi’s leadership and Suga’s guidance that it feels weird not having them around to help anymore. And since none of the third-years are setters, I’m the senior on that position and these new guys are looking to me for guidance, and…”

He trailed off, and Hinata nodded. “Yeah. You’re kind of in charge of that position and you’re not ready for it.”

Kageyama couldn’t even argue with that. “Exactly. I wish I’d had another year with Suga.”

“I wish all of us could do last season over now that we’ve learned so much. I really feel like…”

This time Hinata trailed off, and when the silence descended, neither of them tried to break it for a while. It felt right, somehow, having this moment to really let it sink in that their friends were off doing other things now.

After a few minutes, Kageyama let out a breath. “But Kinnoshita is doing well as captain so far, and these first-years have promise. Really the only thing I can’t stand is that Tsukishima decided to stick around.”

Hinata snorted out a laugh. “You guys really don’t get along.”

“Understatement.” Kageyama smirked, then glanced at Hinata again. He looked like he was feeling a tad better, but not by much. He nudged him. “You know we’re gonna be fine, right?”

“Of course I do,” Hinata replied, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Yeah, I definitely believe that you believe that, boke.”

“I do!”

“You’re going to have to convince me a little harder than that.” With a smirk, Kageyama suddenly grabbed him around the waist and pulled him against his chest, making him drop his bike and yelp as fingers suddenly dug into his sides.

“Eeeek! Kahahahahageyama, wait, nohohohohohoho!” Hinata cried, giggles spilling out of him as he squirmed uselessly in his taller friend’s grip.

“You can’t fool me. I know when you’re just toughing it out.” The setter chuckled and hugged him tighter, aiming for his ribs. “Come on, lighten up, boke.”

“I’m light! I’m lihihihihihihihight! Kageyahahahahama!” Hinata’s laughter rose in pitch once his friend got to his weakest spot. Thankfully he wasn’t going too hard yet, but it was still enough to make him cackle and try to pry his arms away. “You jeheheheheheherk! I’m fihihihihihihihine!”

“Liar.”

“EEEEK!!” Hinata screeched when his friend found that spot along his last few ribs that had him absolutely howling with laughter, frantically trying to escape his grip to no avail. “KAGEYAMA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

Kageyama chuckled, deciding he wanted to make it a bit worse by hefting the little spiker up into the air so he really had nowhere to go and nothing to ground on. Hinata squealed and laughed and kicked the air uselessly.

“You seem to forget that those three aren’t the only teammates you had,” Kageyama grumbled good-naturedly into his ear as he tickled, reaching down to squeeze a hip, earning him another shriek. “Noya and Tanaka are still around, and so are all the others from last year. And we have these new guys – and you have me. So don’t feel so sad, boke. We’re gonna be just fine.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP, STOP, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Hinata cried, tapping his friend’s arm, writhing in his tickly hug of doom. “PLEASE, VOHOHOHOLLEYBALL!”

Kageyama stopped immediately, gently letting his friend back down to the ground and holding onto him to make sure he didn’t fall. He frowned, worried he’d been a little too pushy. “Sorry, are…are you okay? I thought it could help…”

“You tickle too hard,” Hinata replied, glancing up at him with a tiny leftover smile. “And that’s my worst spot, so it just got to be a bit…much. Especially if you’re trying to cheer me up.”

Kageyama blinked. “Are you seriously trying to tell me how to tickle you to make you feel better?”

Hinata grinned. “I mean, as long as you’re trying to, you might as well do it right.”

“Oh, you little…” The setter pulled him back in again, slipping under his hoodie to scribble against his belly directly. “There, is that better?”

“Ehehehehehehehe! Yeheheheheheheah, thehehehere you go!” Hinata squealed, gripping his friend’s arms all over again despite his praising words.

Suddenly inspired, Kageyama grabbed his wrists and pulled them above his head with ease, using his free hand to keep tickling his tummy, and finally he got the noise he was looking for – the particular shriek Hinata let out when he was surprised but in a good way. When he was having fun.

“Boke,” he muttered with a smile, keeping it up. “Let’s try this again. Are you still feeling sad about Daichi and the others?”

Hinata squirmed in his hold but giggled freely, daring to glance up at him and sputter, “Of cohohohohohourse I ahahahahaham!”

“Hmm, not enough, then? All right. I can do this all day.”

For a couple of minutes, they stayed that way at the top of the hill – Hinata caught in Kageyama’s grasp and giggling hysterically at the soft, light tickles his friend was purposely trying to inflict, the setter smirking and holding him tight, determined to bring him back into a good headspace before letting him go.

“We’re going to be fine, Hinata,” he said after a short while, keeping his tone soft and genuine – a rare occurrence for the taller boy. “You’ve still got Kinnoshita and Noya and Tanaka and Yamaguchi and…and Tsukishima.”

“And yohohohohohou, rihihihihihight?”

Kageyama smiled despite himself. “Obviously. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I still have to take you down out there, you know.” He paused, then slowed his tickling to a gradual stop and murmured, “I’m here for you, boke. If you need me. Just like you’re always there for me.”

Hinata caught his breath as he let out a few more snickers, turning to look up at his friend as Kageyama released his grip on his arms. “You know, you’re not too bad at this cheering up thing when you put your mind to it, Bakageyama.”

The setter couldn’t help but smile. The use of the insult/nickname was a clear indicator the redhead was feeling like himself again, and Kageyama was more than happy to count that as a win.

“Shut up. Just trying to make you see reason. We’re going to be fine. We’re going to have another great season and take everyone down.”

Hinata beamed. “And this year we don’t have to face stupid Oikawa!”

His friend was right – and it was a detail Kageyama hadn’t considered until just now. He couldn’t help but grin. “You’re right. We don’t.”

“Ooh, that made you all kinds of happy! Glad to see you cheering up, too.”

“‘Too’? I’m not the one who was being all pouty about the others graduating last year.”

“I wasn’t pouting!”

“You absolutely were.”

Hinata huffed. “You were just going on about how you missed Suga—”

“You brought it up, genius!”

“Oh, now who needs cheering up?” Hinata’s grin morphed into something more sinister, and he brought his fingers up to wiggle teasingly at Kageyama.

The setter hated how fast he blushed at the sight of them.

“Someone’s excited~”

“Shut up – I don’t need cheering up, boke! I’ve been better off than you this whole time!”

Hinata laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to talk me out of tickling you back? You’re always in the mood for tickles, Kage~”

“I am not…!” Deciding it was a lost cause, Kageyama took a step back, and when Hinata made to lunge for him, he dodged out of the way and began sprinting up the second half of the hill, hoping for enough of a head-start to at least tire him out a little.

But he’d forgotten one important detail.

Not only did Hinata have speed on his side…

Today, he had a bike.

Just when Kageyama had gotten to the top of the hill entirely, Hinata chimed his bike’s warning bell. The setter whirled around in time to see the redhead abandon his ride and sprint toward him, and there was absolutely no getting away from him at that point.

“Wait, wait, wait – wahahahahahahait!” Kageyama shrieked, his laugh coming out both panicked and genuine as his best friend latched onto him and dug into his tummy right off the bat, making him squeal and crumple to the ground in a heap, cackling and squirming. “Hinatahahahahahaha!”

“Well, would you look at that? Grumpy Kageyama does want some cheer-up tickles after all!”

“I dohohohohohon’t nehehehehehehed them!” Kageyama cried, shrieking again when the redhead pushed him to the ground entirely and hopped onto his waist to keep him pinned.

“Maybe not,” Hinata conceded with a playful grin, “but I think you want them, Bakageyama.”

[theres-a-body-here]

Male survivors with Jezebel!Reader

Its not everyday a notable figure is snatched by the entity. You clawed your way to the top before. Surly it won't be hard to do it again here. Right?

(The idea for this came to me in a cough syrup dream)

Dwight Fairfield

He's wary of you at first

Who wouldn't be?

He was expecting another Yun-Jin Lee

Someone cold and selfish

Surprisingly, you were neither

You actively helped others in trials

However, your language was......colorful

Dwight doesn't think he's heard someone swear as much as you do

"Fuck, medkit's empty. Fucking great. What kind of pussy ass bitch killer brings overwhelming presence?"

Complete sailor's mouth

You seemed to take a liking to him

Dwight doesn't know if that's a bad or a good thing

You always tend to his wounds gently and softly

Your words are a different story

"Fucking moron, running into the killer like that"

"But he had dark dev-"

"Might as well put your glasses back into your purse if you're not gonna fucking use 'em"

"Ah, there we go, all patched up," you grumbled, a sense of accomplishment in your voice as you rose from your crouched position.

Dwight blinked, his lips parting in an attempt to express his gratitude, but before he could gather his thoughts, a gentle press of your lips against the bandaged wound on his hand stole his breath.

His heart raced, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture."Um, I, uh..." Dwight's voice cracked, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He fumbled for words, his mind a jumbled mess of surprise and flustered emotions.

Dwight's gaze trailed after you as you simply began to walk over to the next generator as if nothing happened. His heart was racing from the kiss.

"Right, work," he muttered to himself, his fingers subconsciously tracing the spot where your lips had made contact.

Ace Visconti

And you thought you were the lech?

This man is relentless

Slides up on you with finger guns.

"Hey baby, heard you were devoured by dogs. I wish I was one of them. I would've loved to eat you ou-"

It took 4 other survivors to pull you off him as you started to throttle him.

Homer Simpson style

You thought that would've deterred him

It did the opposite

Man has issues

He always tries to convince you to play strip poker with him

You always say no

Always tries to be the first person to unhook you

"You're knight is here, princess. Hehehehe"

"Leave me here dammit"

He always gives the best items he finds in chests

Ace gets the biggest shit-eating grin when you thank him

You pried open a chest, but your excitement dimmed as you laid eyes on the item inside – a broken key. A disappointed sigh slipped from your lips, momentarily quashing your hopes. Before you could fully immerse yourself in disappointment, a gentle tap on your shoulder startled you.

Turning, you found Ace standing there, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he held out a flashlight towards you. There was an unmistakable smugness in his expression.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his antics, accepting the offered flashlight with a quiet, "Thanks."

Ace's smirk widened into a self-satisfied grin, his response dripping with playful arrogance. "Anytime, babe," he chimed, punctuating his words with a playful finger gun gesture.

Suppressing the urge to growl at his audacity, you managed to keep your response to a subdued nod, appreciating his gesture despite his playful teasing.

Felix Richter

He's pretty nervous around you

Mostly because you flirt with him all the damn time

"Oh, you were an architect? Well, I'd let you study the curves of my temple anytime"

Instant blushing mess

"I-I.....uh......"

Moral dilemma time

He's technically still married

You know this

But you flirt with everyone else

(Except Ace)

So he doesn't take it seriously

Hates being alone with you

He's afraid to look stupid

Definitely blows up gens more often if you're working on them with him

You found yourself enjoying the calm silence as you worked with Felix on repairing a generator. The rhythmic clanking of tools and the atmosphere of the trial filled the air.

Despite his proficiency, Felix had inadvertently blown out the generator twice, a fact that he couldn't seem to hide.

You noticed his nervous glances in your direction whenever he thought you weren't looking.

Amused by his flustered behavior, you decided to play with the architect a bit.

Leaning in, you quirked an eyebrow and teased, "Felix, if you keep trying to sabotage the generator, I might start thinking you're trying to get my attention."

Felix's face flushed, his gaze dropping to his feet momentarily. He stammered, "N-No, that's not... I mean, I'm not trying to sabotage anything. It's just... this fog, it's making things a bit more complicated than usual."

You simply started at him. A small smile tugging at your lips. Felix's cheeks reddened even further.

Grinning, you decided to take pity on him. "Alright, I'll cut you some slack. Let's finish this generator together, and maybe later, we can find a way to make the trials a bit more... intriguing."

Felix's reaction is immediate; his cheeks flush into a deep shade of red, and his words stumble over each other as he tries to form a coherent response.

"Uh, well, I, um... I never... I didn't..... Oh, darn it," he stammers, his embarrassment all too evident.

You can't help but chuckle at his adorable reaction, finding his discomfiture endearing. "Got you there, didn't I?" you tease, enjoying the sight of his flustered state.

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[arolegos]

How Did the ninjas individually discover that Lloyd and Harumi are a couple, or did they find out together?Were they keeping things secret for a while. my money is on Kai probably walking in on them. just based on the face you made in one of your post with those two kids and he’s like what the hell. Sorry you just have my favorite. It’s a weird dynamic but it worked been for them. I’ve ever seen of this ship.

in my mind (and version), itd be a gradual buildup! small things they noticed about those two that were a little bit peculiar, but nothing "weird enough" to comment on. like, for example, they'd walk into a room where rumi was braiding lloyd's hair — and that's not too weird, but lloyd doesn't like it all too much when people touch his hair; or they'd walk into the kitchen to see lloyd cooking rumi a meal — and that's also not that weird, except lloyd isn't super into cooking and they order takeout most days.

i dont think they kept it a secret necessarily. but there was a bit of shame of making in public. not shame in eachother, of course. just shame of the circumstances. lloyd's dating someone who ruined his life for a good while, and harumi's dating someone whose life she ruined. theyve moved past it (just by talking. btw. neither of those two act like theyd ever go to therapy) somewhat, but it still lingers, yknow? so they just kept it. a little bit on the downlow. they wouldnt outright kiss and public but theyd go on dates and hold hands

you would be right in the assumption that the ninja did fully confirm it through walking in on them Kissing . out of all the ninja, technically kai did find them first, but pixal knew before any of them. kai walked in, saw them making out, walked back outside, and walked back in just to say, "what the fuck lloyd?"

kai told nya almost immediately. who wasnt all too surprised. the two of them sat rumi down and was like "man idk. lloyd trusts you so we trust you but please dont hurt him again". and harumi wont. not on purpose and not like that ever again

and since those two already knew, lloyd told the rest of the team. their reactions varied. of course. zane was pretty accepting of it but cole and jay were a bit more sceptical.

in my version, llorumi actually break up and get back together a few times! cause their situation is so complicated its hard for them to just stay as one thing. and the ninja were all there to witness it -- they didn't have 'messy' breakups, just. breaks. it takes them a LONG long time before things become good enough for them to really stay with each other. they don't actually end up strictly dating either. they're a secret third thing by the end of it. to me :3

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Technically a christmas story

Yes, only by the virtue of taking place vaguely around christmas.

Also, I want you to know that writing this hurt.

Ivy had spent the last days in a manic frenzy.

Tight, erratic movements as she jumped from one meaningless task to the next, time and time again, eyes open wide as she was running from something no one but her saw.

Still, she smiled with perfectly painted lips and said „Oh, I’m just fine, darling!“ or „None of your fucking business, motherfucker,“ depending on how much she liked the person that asked. To her cousin, she somehow managed both of those at once.

With different words, of course, but that was Ivy de Vil for you.

Always moving, taking up so much space, talking as if the world had nothing better to do than listen to her. 

That was her, until it wasn’t.

It came as a shock to Claudine, when she stepped into Hell Hall – so wrongly quiet that day – and found Ivy practically collapsed in the kitchen.

Ivy never went into the kitchen.

Except she lived to surprise, so, that’s where she was – Claudine understood it, almost.

Still, she struggled to take in the scene: Countertop and even the floor dusted in flour, kitchen appliances strewn around. Half-finished baking sheet and abandoned assortment of cut-out cookie-shapes: Not baked yet.

The glass shards.

Spilled liquor that reeked strongly and mixed with reddish-brown droplets here and there, droplets that Claudine knew damn well what they were, but refused to acknowledge.

More broken glass and Ivy’s favourite knives in the far corner, near where the gramophone runs uselessly, having run out of music tracks a long time ago.

„Wanted to make some christmas cookies.“ Ivy sits blankly by the table, and speaks as if she had never done anything more draining than saying that single sentence. Her hand rests loosely next to an empty glass and a flask of whiskey lays overturned by her feet.

„Tis the season and all that.“

Her voice lacks colour and tone and Claudine doesn’t know how to react.

„Bring me more of that, would you?“ Ivy pokes into the flask with the tip of her high-heeled shoe, and some left-over liquor pours out.

Claudine crosses the room mechanically.

She sidesteps step weapons that Ivy threw away in a desperate attempt to not have them right there and takes the glass.

She takes it and fills it up with the alcohol that she knows Ivy likes; bites her lips as she selects a new glass from the cabinet and fills that one with water.

Ivy will not appreciate that.

Claudine brings the water along anyway.

She doesn’t look her in the eyes as she puts down the glasses, the one with alcohol where it stood and the other a bit further away.

She doesn’t look at Ivy and Ivy doesn’t look at her, doesn’t bother with a thank you as she drinks. Claudine doesn’t think she wants to be thanked for helping her destroy herself anyway. So she just steps away a bit, to give her space, and watches.

��You should drink the water too,“ she says.

„I don’t want to.“

„You should drink it anyway.“ Claudine pulls at her hands as she says this.

She decides that she hates the fact that Ivy doesn’t argue, hates the nothing in her eyes as she brings the glass to her lips and sips the water, then again, as if she couldn’t bring herself to swallow any more at a time. 

Her lips leave a vivid double-print at the rim, blurring together just slightly.

Then, she just quietly puts down the glass, and doesn’t try to throw it at the wall – a standard reaction, when her cousins try to make her commit self-care.

Claudine flinches at the non-action.

This is wrong.

She bites at her cheek as she tries not to ask the question, but in the end, she does ask it.

„Are you okay?“

Ivy laughs, and gives up at the act halfway through the tone.

„Do I look okay, sweetheart?“ Her voice cracks and fades into a whisper and Claudine doesn’t know how to react.

Doesn’t stop her as she downs the rest of the alcohol.

„Do I look okay?“

The let the question echo through the villa, neither of them about to state the obvious: She looks anything <i>but</i>.

„I’ll go to Maddy– tomorrow,“ says Ivy, letting her head lull back, „I’ll be better then.“

If Claudine were a better person, she’d have begged her not to go to the Apothecary. If she were a stronger person, she would have argued to not buy any more of the pale dusts that make her eyes too shiny and her laugh too loud.

If she were a stronger person, she wouldn’t have cried.

But Claudine is not strong, so she just stands there in silence and watches her world dissort more and more through her tears.

She wishes she knew what to do.

She presses her hands to her breastbone, as if trying to keep her chest from gaping open – not that her blood and ribs could do this scene any more damage, really.

„Ivy–“ she manages to say, finally.

Ivy doesn’t answer as painful despair creeps its way into her eyes. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, her red red lips painting grotesque replicas of expressions, before, finally, she speaks: „I am sick of this room,“ she says, „Let's go somewhere else.“

Claudine clutches the statement for what it is and rushes to Ivy to help her stand up – she doesn’t look like she can stand up on her own.

Really, Claudine is half-tempted to offer to just carry her, as she had seen Diego do at times, but thinks the better of it. She holds onto Ivy, though, as the older girl slowly rises to her feet and tries to regain her balance in the high heels that they both know she won’t kick off.

„Where did you want to go?“ Claudine asks.

Instead of an answer, Ivy just waves her hand in a vague direction that Claudine is more than happy to follow anyway.

They walk silently and Claudine keeps expecting Ivy to drag her towards whatever caught her attention at any moment.

The Hell Hall feels hollow, more gray than black and white now. The girlandas and shiny chains drapped over the place every now and then do nothing against the oppressive atmosphere. Maybe quite the opposite, only half-hung-up as they are.

Claudine tries not to question it.

„Christmas,“ Ivy says and waves about in a dismissive gesture, as if it was supposed to explain everything. It really does not.

Few minutes later, Ivy does tug at her arm, and they walk into a… bedroom that looks only faintly habitable, and Ivy more or less collapses onto the bed. A cloud of dust rises into the air and slowly falls back down at her.

„I’m tired.“

Claudine wishes she didn’t hear that, not from Ivy, not like this.

Unsure of what to do, she sits down next to her, and pushes her hair out of her eyes with her knuckle.

„Sleep, then?“ 

„Hmm.“ Ivy rolls over slowly and puts her head on Claudine’s lap, her eyes fluttering shut. Claudine freezes for a moment.

„Talk,“ Ivy requests, somehow sinking further down.

And so Claudine does.

She starts reciting prayers, for she doesn’t think Ivy cares right now, and for she has nothing else to say. She prays until Ivy falls asleep and a while after that, too: Then she gets up and walks to the kitchen.

She won’t let Ivy wake up to that scene and half-done cookies.

[mageofseven]

hello! if requests are open i was wondering if you could do something with poly dialuci x reader where she is pregnant and has a fever so they take care of her? i’m just craving some fluff rn :3 thx! <3

Omg yes, Poly DiaLuciMC!! And you freaking bet this is a triad and not vee and those two have been spoiling the hell out of pregnant MC even before this fever.

Also, just I reminder that I don't write xReader posts; I just prefer using MC when writing for this fandom.

Okay! So I am using she/her pronouns for this because that was what was used in this request so I am assuming that it's this Nonnie preference.

Now onto the story! 🥰

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Before the Fever

Oh boy was this pregnancy a surprise😅

For multiple reasons, this triad was usually really good with making sure to use birth control with MC.

Once they discovered MC was pregnant, the three thought back to the last time they were 'intimate' together

And realized Diavolo was on rune duty.

Basically, he was the one who was suppose to draw the birth control rune under the human's navel before either man gave her too much attention down there

And the prince was so impatient that night that his rune scripting was...rather shoddy to say the least.

Oops 😅

Lucifer was especially critical of his boyfriend's carelessness.

This throuple has been together for a few years at his point and just felt that it was obvious that both men were fathers in this scenario regardless.

Neither of the three knew who was genetically the father of this baby, but they also didn't really care.

I mean, because of outdated (but sadly, firmly in place) laws about the royal family and crown inheritance, the three will have to look into this later, but Dia saw no reason to rush into this.

Afterall, he was the most excited of the the three! This man had always wanted to be a dad and for once, his impatience brought him something good in life.

Lucifer, however, was a freaking wreck.

As someone who technically was already a father, he knew that so much could go wrong.

It seemed like he was always hovering around MC, even in the early days of the pregnancy, and always made it explicitly clear to his partners that he in fact was not hovering so stop teasing him already.

When MC did get sick and develop a fever in her sixth month of pregnancy, you could almost say Lucifer got the last laugh

Except he, once again, was the most worried.

During the Fever:

Whatever illness the woman caught here in the Devildom was resistant what little human medication was safe for pregnant people, specifically their baby

And most demon medications weren't safe for humans period.

The two men gave their love what little potions they could and kept her on bed rest.

Balancing work and taking care of MC was very difficult for these two men, mostly because they always wanted to be with her.

Lucifer kept finding himself rushing through his paperwork just so he could check on her sooner

Considering the situation, Barbatos tolerated this from his lord to an extent, but still popped in occasionally to remind him to get some work done...any work done, please.

And Dia...he goofed off more than anything 🤭

The two would talk and play what games they could from her bed.

He knew bed rest wasn't exactly fun, but tried to make it more bearable for his Queen.

Dia hated meetings more than ever during this time because he couldn't just cancel them to stay by MC's side😕

When Dia had to leave for meetings, Luce couldn't focus on his work at all and instead stayed with MC in her room.

Unlike Dia, he was less focused on entertaining her and more focused on taking care of her.

Fluffing her pillow, getting water, helping her to the bathroom when she needed to pee (which was often, considering the amount of pressure this baby put on her bladder).

He'd even help her take her potions

Or well, more like make her take her potions.

They were so bitter but also weirdly sour; MC would start gagging any time she took them.

The human always hope her boyfriend would just forget about the medicine

But he never forgot 😮‍💨😓

The funny part was that MC wasn't even that sick; the fever was a really minor one after all.

Luce treated the small fever like an emergency; Dia, on the other hand, mostly made it into an excuse to skip work and cuddle with his girlfriend in bed 🥰

Still, she had two protective boyfriends that would rather be safe than sorry, especially since she was pregnant and pregnancies could be scarily delicate at times.

So really, it was still only Luce that was anxiously hovering around her. The other kept going with their jokes about it even during this fever, to the pride demon's annoyance.

Don't get me wrong; Dia was worried too but he was more so worried about the fever getting worse than he was about its current state.

After about five days of this, the fever went down

And Luce himself settled down, just a bit.

MC, who had been positively bored in bed all week, wanted to get out of the house

So the three went out to dinner to celebrate the breaking of her fever and the return of her good health~

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Afterlife Lessons

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Chapter Thirteen:

It took a little bit for Sam to decide how she felt about the fight with Phantom.  They didn’t see him again that day, and neither of them felt particularly inclined to go looking.  Some time to cool off sounded like the best idea.  It gave Sam some time to think, and by the end of the day, she’d realized a couple things.

For one, Phantom was clearly not doing so hot.  People don’t insist they’re fine and can handle everything themself while bleeding out of a wound in their side unless they’ve got some stuff going on.

But his motives still aligned pretty neatly with what Sam understood about him.  He wanted to protect her and Tucker.  The intensity was a little confusing, but mostly because Sam wasn’t really confused by it.  The three of them had only technically met a little over a week ago, but she didn’t question Phantom’s very firm insistence that he needed to protect them, she just knew it made him an idiot.

Idiot or no however, it did make him a great example to give to Danny in regards to a ghost that clearly wasn’t malicious.  So the next morning found her in front of Danny’s locker, waiting for him to show up.  Before he did, however, Tucker got there first and headed over to her.

“Hey,” he said.  “So I figured something out.”

Sam turned to face him.  “Yeah?”

Tucker nodded.  “We shouldn’t talk about it here.  After school?”

Sam nodded back.  “Okay.  You sure?”

“Yeah.  Before we meet up with Phantom.”

Sam gave him a curious look but didn’t argue.

“Uh, hey, are we all having hangouts by my locker now?”

Sam turned to see Danny approaching and started grinning.  She stepped aside and let Danny open his locker, and then started taking.

“Hey Danny,” she said, trying to keep her voice more casual than mischievous or smug.  “I have an argument for you.”

Danny sighed, long and exhausted.  “First thing in the morning?”

“Phantom saved our lives yesterday.”

Danny set his bag in his locker and slammed it shut.  “No he didn’t.”

“Hey, how would you know?” Sam asked, crossing her arms.  “You weren’t there.”

She saw Danny clench his jaw, and she knew she was getting to him in at least some way.

But then Danny said, “I know because there’s no way that menace actually did something helpful,” and Sam felt her own jaw clench.

“Don’t talk about him that way.”

“Why not?” Danny said, starting down the hallway.  “He’s the worst ghost out there, isn’t he?  That’s what everyone says.”

“No, that’s what your parents say,” Sam said.  “And if you got your information from literally anyone else in addition to them, you’d know better!”

“I know enough,” Danny snapped.  “He’s a worthless excuse for a hero who can’t even save people right, and he’s gonna get someone killed one day.”

“Hey,” Tucker said, sounding just as angry as Sam did.  “You really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, and honestly Danny, I think we might know Phantom a little better than you do,” Sam said.

Danny snorted.  “Oh, do you,” he said, and then he turned and walked into homeroom before either of them could respond.

Sam huffed and crossed her arms.  She was a little surprised by how angry that conversation had made her, but only a little.  It wasn’t a conversation about all ghosts in general, it was about Phantom, and he was her friend, and she cared about him.  Maybe this “using him as a good example” idea was a double edged sword.  And she’d let it go, except now Danny had directly insulted her friend, and she couldn’t just let that slide.

So, she walked into homeroom, slid into the seat across from Danny, and said, “What exactly does he do that makes him not a hero?  You think—”

“Well, just for starters, he’s fought my parents before,” Danny said without looking up.

“No, your parents fought him.  There’s a difference.  They initiated things.”

“He’s a ghost,” Danny said, glaring up at Sam.  “If they hadn’t, he would have.”

“You understand how biased that is, right?” Sam snapped.

“Doesn’t change the fact that he fought them while they were trying to protect everyone,” Danny said.  “He made it harder for them to do their jobs.”

“Your parents couldn’t hit a ghost if one hovered in front of them and asked them to,” Sam said.

Danny blinked in surprise, then narrowed his eyes.  “Hey.”

Okay, maybe that was a bit too far.

“Hey, let’s all calm down,” Tucker said, drawing both of their attention.  “People are starting to stare at us.”

Sam glanced around and saw that it was true.  And yeah, having a knock-down drag out in homeroom maybe wasn’t the best idea.

“Fine,” she said.  She turned a glare back on Danny.  “But don’t think this conversation is over.”

Danny rolled his eyes and turned his own glare back to the table.  Neither of them spoke again for the rest of homeroom.

…

“So your only problem with Phantom is that he fights your parents sometimes?” Sam asked as soon as Danny walked up to the lunch table.  She’d use the loud noise as an excuse when Tucker got there.

Danny groaned as he sat down.  “Honestly Sam, just drop it,” he said.  “Why do you care so much, anyway?”

“Because you’re being really unfair and insulting to someone I really admire,” Sam said, crossing her arms.

“Why do you admire him?” Danny asked, looking up at the ceiling.  “Pick a better option.”

“Well the only reason you’ve given me not to so far is that he’s mean to your parents sometimes,” Sam said, narrowing her eyes.

“That is not the only reason,” Danny snapped.  “That’s not even the reason I gave you, but that’s hardly the point.  You want reasons?  How about the destruction of property following him everywhere he goes, ruining homes and livelihoods?”

“That’s not his fault!  It’s not like he goes around destroying buildings!  They get smashed up when he’s fighting ghosts!”

“And?  He should be better at this by now,” Danny said, and he shoved a chicken nugget in his mouth.

“Oh sure, and of course you’d be much better at protecting property during fast paced dangerous ghost fights,” Sam said.

In response, Danny shoved another chicken nugget in his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“You know what, I really don’t have to sit here and take this,” Danny said.  And before Sam could ask what that meant, he picked up his lunch and walked off.

“What— Danny!  Get back here, you prick!”

Danny didn’t give her any kind of response, and Sam glowered after him.  Whatever, she had food to eat, and he wasn’t worth chasing after over that.  She’d catch up to him later and keep giving him a piece of her mind.  For now, Tucker was walking over to her, looking at Danny leaving the lunchroom as he did, which meant she’d have to explain.

“What’s up with him?” Tucker asked as he sat down.

“He can’t stand the fact that someone’s trying to defend Phantom right to his face,” Sam snapped.  “As if it’s impossible for a ghost to be a benefit to society.”

Tucker sighed and sat down.  “Do you want to give it a rest?  We knew he’s like this.”

“Yeah, but that was with ghosts we didn’t know,” Sam said, stabbing her fork into her salad.

Tucker sighed.  “Yeah, I know,” he said.  “I’m annoyed too.  Just, you’re not gonna change Danny’s mind in one day.”

“No, but I can sure try.”

“Sam.”

“I just want him to admit he’s not the worst ghost out there,” Sam said.  “Seriously.  I need to hear him say that.”

Because she did.  Both because Phantom was her friend, and she didn’t like hearing him talked about that way, and because… she wasn’t sure.  But there was something else bugging her.

Tucker seemed to read at least some of that in her face, because he nodded.  “Okay,” he said.  “Just, make sure you don’t push too hard, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam sighed.  “Okay.”  She thought for a minute.  “Maybe we talk about it more casually in a hangout.  Like we offer going over to one of our houses to play Doomed or something.  So we’re not just arguing back and forth.”

Tucker nodded.  “Okay,” he said.  “Let’s do that.”

So next time Sam saw Danny in class she asked if he was up for Doomed after school.  Danny gave her a suspicious look, but ultimately agreed, and offered his own house as the place to go, since he had the console they were most familiar with all playing together.  Sam agreed, and Tucker was down with it too, meaning after school found them all there on bean bags in front of Danny’s console.  The feeling was casual and lighthearted enough that Sam almost didn’t want to ruin it.

But the something else that was bugging her wouldn’t leave her alone, so eventually, in a pause after she beat a level, she turned to face Danny.

“Okay, genuine question,” she said, hoping to at least try to keep the lighthearted tone.  “You really don’t think Phantom is a hero?”

Danny groaned, and put his hands over his face.  “God, again, really?” he asked.

“I’m asking!  It’s not a stance most people have,” Sam said, crossing her arms.  “You know, with all the ways he fights ghosts and protects everyone in Amity Park?”

“Stephanie Bacon,” Danny said, counting off on a finger.  “A five year old who got caught in the crossfire of a ghost fight with Technus.  Donna Smith, a middle aged woman who got crushed against a building and broke her leg during a battle with Ember.  Anthony Walker, an old man Phantom grabbed too roughly to pull to safety, breaking his wrist.  Riley Adams, a teenager who got a bad concussion after Phantom failed to catch them in time and they hit the ground—”

“Uh, hold up.  What is that?” Sam asked.

“Everyone who’s ever gotten hurt during one of Phantom’s ghost fights,” Danny said, looking down at his controller and fiddling with the buttons instead of meeting her eye.

“Dude,” Tucker said.  “Do you have that memorized?”

Danny nodded.

“You—” Sam took a very unsuccessful calming breath and ran her hands through her hair.  “Danny, do you understand how completely unfair to him that is?”

“Oh, yeah?” Danny said, glaring up at her with so much fury that it actually caught her off guard for a minute.  “If he’s going to claim to be this big hero, he needs to be held accountable for his fuckups.”

Sam shook herself, and went back to glaring at him.  “That’s not how you hold someone accountable,” Sam snapped.  “That’s how you hold onto an unfair grudge.  Ghost fights are fast and dangerous.  You can’t expect him to make perfect decisions all the time.”

“If he wants to say he’s actually helping people, he needs to learn how to do better than that,” Danny said.  “People could get hurt in ways that don’t heal.”

“That wouldn’t be his fault either,” Sam snapped.

“You’re going way too far to defend him, Sam,” Danny said, glaring back down at his controller, which he was squeezing so tight Sam was a little concerned it might break.  “When would you stop?  What if someone gets killed on his watch?  Is that something that you should just let go?”

I already did, Sam didn’t say.

Instead she said, “Do you honestly think Phantom wouldn’t try absolutely everything to stop that from happening?”

“Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t,” Danny said.  “That’s not the point.  If it’s not enough, that makes him just as much of a monster as every other ghost.”

And honestly, Sam had about had enough of this.  Maybe Danny had gotten most of his knowledge from his parents, and Sam had tried to give him a little grace with that.  But she’d been consistently pointing out flaws in that kind of thinking, examples of ghosts being different than his parents thought, and he hadn’t changed his mind at all.  And if he was going to be this prejudiced towards one of her actual friends, Sam was done putting up with it.

So, she walked over to Danny’s bedroom door, locked it for safekeeping, turned and met Danny’s confused face now gazing back at her, and transformed.

Danny’s mouth fell open.

“I’m a ghost, Danny,” Sam snapped.  “Am I a monster?”

Danny looked faint, even as he stood up from his bean bag.  “Y-you— you just—”

“Sam!” Tucker called, running over in front of Danny and sticking his arms out as a barrier between him and Sam.  “What are you doing, you idiot?”

Sam saw Danny look at Tucker, probably processing that Tucker “knew” or something.

“Wh- I don’t understand,” Danny said, taking a couple of steps back.  “Why would you show me that?”

Sam noted with slight confusion that Danny wasn’t asking any questions about “what” or “how” and had instead jumped straight to “why.”  But she could wonder about that later.

“Because you’re being a total prick and I’m tired of dealing with it,” Sam snapped.  “And because, somehow, I trust that you’ll keep it a secret.”

She felt a little crazy even saying it, but she did.  There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Danny wouldn’t tell anyone.  Even now.

Apparently there were a couple of doubts in Danny’s mind, though, because he shook his head and took another step back.  “How— how do you know?” he asked weakly.  “What if I just go and turn you right over to my parents so they can rip you apart molecule by molecule?”

Sam snorted.  She turned intangible, flew right through Tucker, dropped the intangibility and leaned right into Danny’s face.  “Go on then,” she said.  She pointed behind her towards Danny’s bedroom door.  “Do it.”

Danny stared back at her with wide eyes, and Sam met his gaze with a firm determined one.

Finally, Danny pulled his gaze down, away from hers just slightly.

Sam leaned back, satisfied.  “That’s what I thought.”  She turned to Tucker.  “Come on, Tuck,” she said.  “You want to fly home?”

Tucker looked hesitantly at her for a second, then back at Danny, and then nodded, and transformed just like her.  He looked at Danny for a moment, and Sam looked back over to see something strange and broken on Danny’s face.

But she was done cutting him slack.

“Come find us when you stop being a dick,” she said.  Then she flew through Danny’s wall and started home, Tucker right behind her.

Sam took off as fast as she could as soon as she was outside Danny’s window, letting the anger and adrenaline fuel her into getting as far away from Danny, as fast as she could.

“Sam!” Tucker called, flying faster to try and catch up with her.  “Sam, wait!”

Sam stopped with a huff and turned around, only for Tucker to soar right past her.

“Woah!” he said, spinning around and doubling back.  “I uh, thought I’d have to chase you a bit longer.”

“Can you believe him?” Sam snapped, gesturing angrily back towards Danny.

“Uh, yeah,” Tucker said, looking… not angry?  Why wasn’t he angry?  “Sam, I… I don’t know if he was being a hundred percent honest there.”

Sam blinked.  “Honest?” she asked.  She’d attributed a lot of things to Danny’s behavior.  Prejudice, ignorance, stubbornness.  She hadn’t really put ‘dishonesty’ on the list.  “What do you mean?”

Tucker looked back over his shoulder, seeming hesitant.  “Sam, that thing I was going to tell you?  It’s about Vlad Plasmius.”

Sam blinked.  “What?  What are you talking about?”

“That thing I discovered is about Vlad Plasmius.  Phantom said he was a half ghost too, right?  Well, I think I figured it out.  His human half is Vlad Masters.”

Sam blinked again.  “Vlad Masters like Danny’s piece of shit godfather who won’t stop hitting on his mom?”

Tucker nodded.  “Yeah.”

“Okay?  So?”

“So, don’t you remember what he said?  When we were asking panicked questions about what he wanted and who he was?  He said we’d get a much better explanation from Danny.”

Sam nodded, vaguely recalling something like that.  “Yeah, okay.”

Tucker looked at her like that meant something.  “Sam, why would Danny know anything about that?”

“He knows about ghosts?” Sam said.  “Or, he thinks he does.”

“Okay, sure, but knowing about ghosts is one thing.  Knowing about half ghosts seems to be another thing entirely.”

“What’s your point?” Sam asked.

“And you know,” Tucker said, ignoring her question.  “Didn’t Phantom seem awfully sure what Danny’s reaction to us telling him anything about ghosts was going to be?  And then Danny reacted exactly like Phantom thought he would?”

“Maybe Phantom was just a good guesser,” Sam said, though she didn’t really believe it.

Tucker shook his head.  “Sam, Vlad seemed so sure Danny knew things about half ghosts.  And that he’d be talking to us about them.  But Danny hasn’t said anything to us about them, ever.”

“Okay,” Sam said, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in her stomach.  “So that’s… what does that mean?”

Tucker gave her a look, like he didn’t want to believe it either.  “Sam, come on,” he said.  “We know what it means.  I know I’m not the only one who’s noticed everything.”

Sam opened her mouth, but nothing came out, because Tucker was right.  Everything familiar about Phantom, and Danny’s sudden hatred of ghosts that seemed to come out of nowhere.  The weird something else that had been bugging her the whole time Danny had been shitting on Phantom.  The way he’d asked “why” instead of having any questions about “what the fuck are you.”

Sam squeezed her eyes shut.  “Oh, goddammit.”

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Do you think if Owl House’s third season were longer instead of being crammed into 3 long episodes, it would’ve been better?

I actually did a blog about this literally the night before the S3 finale and the finale did not prove me wrong!

But I want to emphasize here that a lot of these problems... are due to S2 and S1. S3 is how it is BECAUSE of the writing choices the team made going into it. There were ALWAYS going to be problems with S3 because of how S2A was paced, because of the INSANE decisions made in the face of the shortening in S2B like the Collector. Just the insane amount of mismanaged time. But I like to provide evidence:

No usable villains: S1 had the most amount of threats that could be taken seriously and even they weren't treated the best. The EC were still mostly bumblers who could be taken out by Eda or Hooty with EASE, Lilith is used for comedy far more than threat in S1, even if her role as straight man works to keep some of her menace, Kikimora is barely there and Belos is introduced at the end of the season. All the one off villains are pathetic and usually defeated through brute force in their episodes proving that except by schemes, like Really Small Problems, they're all fucked going against Luz in S2 who now has actual power behind her. So by the end of S1, you have Hunter, Kikimora and Belos. S2A will then go on to make Hunter immediately not a villain, Kikimora a joke by the end of it and ignore Belos entirely until S2B while introducing no new real villains so now they only had BELOS and their time is running out. Also, their only human realm villain is a joke who got beat by Camila, let alone anyone with magic. Speaking of:

Edit: I straight up forgot to mention the coven heads but S2 does technically set them up... and then destroys the coven system, giving them no systemic power, and Luz literally saved all of theirs lives so they have no reason to fight her. Also because the Collector is straight up not a villain in S3, he would not be sending them out to kill people even if that were his style so they don't count as usable villains and neither does the Collector.

Power Scale Issues: In literally the sixth episode, Willow singlehandedly beats the shit out of an entire squad of trained MONSTER HUNTERS without even the element of surprise. She's just that strong. By S2's end, EVERYONE will be at her level. Luz at the START of S2, before glyph combos are introduced, takes down the Selkidamus effectively single handedly. She literally only needed physical strength of pulling the thing in and NO ONE acts like it's a question if she can slay it once she's given a sword. It's really fucking bad. And as they have magic in the human realm, all of these characters are still at that power level for what would have been the first half of the season. This means threats and villains are out of the question. How about character work?

Character Blandness: Willow has no character. She is wishy washy all the way through the series and this is true even in S1 where she is shy for half the episodes and also the most brazen person you know in the other half, sometimes in the same episode. Escaping Expulsion murdered about half of Amity's potential and Reaching Out made sure that there would literally never be a conflict about Lumity and made Amity only a bland love interest with daddy issues and her dad isn't in the human realm so you got nothing on her for the first half. Hunter had to have almost all of his shit dealt with by the end of S2 so he's a certified good guy at their side by the Day of Unity who at least half of the cast have accepted so all you have is backstory angst which they can only do so much of without it being repetitive or boring, especially if you want the BIG reveal to only happen shortly before his possession. Luz has her angst which can't be resolved until post Belos revealing it so you have half a season where NO ONE CAN DO ANYTHING. You theoretically have Camila fluff and Vee angst/fluff potentially but people got pissed at Hop Pop and Sprig getting episodes dedicated to them in the human realm instead of the plot. How would most have reacted to characters who have made barely an appearance stealing half a season from the entire Hexide Squad?

Human Realm is Bad: By the end of S1, the Isles has cellphones, it has televisions, it broadcast news, it will fight for a wrong unjustly done, etc. S2 only doubles down as it introduces robots, child endangerment laws and other things that are just part of the human realm. That's why ALL of the fish out of water jokes in Thanks to Them are utter shit and require characters acting like complete morons because the two worlds are the SAME. And they have almost always been that way. The only difference is that one has electricity, the other has magic. As such, going to the human realm is just not compelling. It doesn't even have thematic reasons to do so except I guess to FINALLY actually show Luz being bullied and they didn't even do that in the specials.

And sure, stuff with the resistance could have been neat in the second half. The first half could have included good fluff like Lumity dates and Gus freaking out about the human realm for an episode. But... It would still be needing to introduce elements. It would still be scrambling for ways to fill the time because S2 killed most of the potential for the characters and was so focused on that goal, even in S2A, that it didn't introduce compelling plot elements for drama or good villains to play into its adventure elements.

Could it have been better? Possibly. But a lot of people felt how much S3's specials were just padding. Just wasted time. Now TRIPLE the length of the season?

Yeah... The shortening was a blessing, not a curse.

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💫A goofy AHHH review💫

hey guys it's ya boi Rusty here again!! and I'm here to review:

Yes yes, I can hear y'all now saying "but it's made for kids" "bro why are u watching this" 🤓☝

Stop right there, bud. ✋

This show is pretty good so far, all things considered! I decided to watch it for the nostalgia (and for mah boi Smee ofc!)!! I watched this show a little bit when I was younger, so I remember it fairly well. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it isn't cringe! (Well, some parts are a little iffy but we'll get to that in a minute.) It's actually tolerable and even made me laugh at some parts!

💫The songs💫

The songs aren't that good, in fact their kinda cringe. (But ofc I gotta go easy on this show cuz yes, it is intended for little kids with no brain cells.) At the end of every episode (wich usually consists of two episodes ranging from 15 minutes long each, making up the 30 minute mark.) There's these two ideots called Sharky and Bones who sing a song, and it's cringe. The lyrics arent funny, and their singing isn't even that good. I get that the humer is supposed to have zero brain cells, but come on guys. U gotta try a bit harder than that. The background music for the episodes is ok, nothing I would casually listen to though.

💫The characters💫

We have a few new characters to add to the Peter Pan universe by the names of Jake, Cubby (WHY ARE THEIR TWO CUBBYS?!), Izzy, Skully, Sharky and Bones. (And Captain Hook and Mr. Smee of course!!) The character designs are good, they work well for everyone, except Hook. Hook just looks weird in this art style honestly. And at first I didn't like Smee's design in this, but it grew on me. (The og is still better though!) In fact, he might even look kinda cute! :D

The voice acting for them is great too!! Its very expressive and something you wouldn't normally get from a kids show. The new voice actors for Smee and Hook almost sound IDENTICAL to the og's! There are some minor differences, but nothing to really make me get annoyed at. The animation is smooth and fluid too! I can tell that they used computer Riggs, but it's barely even noticeable! Which from what I heard, computer Riggs are pretty hard to do. So thats honestly impressive!

💫The insecurities of Jake and The Neverland Pirates💫

First off, I wanna talk about how Smee is portrayed. In the og movie, he's supposed to be a bumbling ideot (but a lovable ideot imo!). In this series, he seems to have a few brain cells, which I dislike. They didn't stay true to his character! Neither did they with Hook. He isn't that goofy anymore, neither is he evil, but he's in between. I can't really describe it, but something is off with his personality.

Like I said before, the music isn't very good, and neither is the pacing of each episode. It's inconsistent and feels too slow at times. The plot points for each episode are predictable too. The kids find something to play with, and Hook wants whatever it is and steals it and they take it back etc etc. The dabloons make no sense either! They collect dabloons each episode for their chest, but why?! What does it accomplish?! Maybe Im not smart enough to understand but that makes no sense to me. It's repetitive too, but not to the point where u want to shove a gun into the side of your head and call it quits. Like I said, it's tollerable! It does feel like Micky Mouse Clubhouse though (I HATE MICKEY MOUSE CLUBHOUSE.), but with Peter pan 💀

💫Conclusion💫

I like this show, and I think it's cute! It has potential!! Maybe just get rid of the repetitiveness and the cringe songs and it could be good! I reccomend this is you want the nostalgia from your chilhood (well technically I'm still a kid but whatever LOL)!!

That's my thoughts on this show! I haven't finished the first season yet, but maybe my views will change, but well see. But when they do, I'll keep u posted!! Thanks for reading this and I hope you have a spectacular day/night!!! I love you :D❤❤

(Oh yeah one last thing I gotta note is that Smee actually referred to Hook as "your greatness" 🤨 idk man..)

[therealslimshakespeare]

maybe this has already been discussed so apologies in advance if this is the case - but - talking about recovery for the girls made me wonder what that recovery process would look like for Cleven and Brady? Smith seeing Maureen still wanting sex with Gale because he is a good man has me so soft, but also made me think of how he couldn't get it up for her when she tried to initiate and oh-my-god was it due in some part to what he had been through with Sanchez before they got to camp?

Foaming at the mouth for the chance to talk about this because I don’t think I’ve really gotten an ask about it before. And I sprinkled a helluva a lot of Easter Eggs into A Wedding & a Willy and held my breath to see if folks caught them. 🤭 because these two boys are so dear to me and the shit they went through was devastating, as well as how the women play a part in both their recovery and their hypocrisy. ..that’s a harsh word but it stands.

Cleven, in the hazy trajectory I have figured out for him, shoves the first trauma -Sanchez incident- down so far he thinks he’s technically fine. I feel like perhaps he’s been in similarly threatening situations as a half abandoned child and young adult? And this was something he’s almost half expected. It makes it no easier but he tells himself it is. Then almost a year goes by and there’s no reason to worry about a repeat. Not really. Except he thinks maybe he should, or maybe he’s enjoying the break since someone else is living that hell for him. A subordinate he ought to be taking the place of. If only Brady would talk to him, dammit.

So for a bit, and with Maureen present, he can act like nothing happened, the fact she seems so sexually unaffected by her own trauma assures him he probably is too, and together they can find some comfort in the old acts. Although, there’s times he can’t really, and he doesn’t dare tell her why. But I think she suspects. Or she does later, after she notices more about Brady, she starts to study Cleven. And let’s remember she and Gale sorta freak-out-bonded when she pretty much outed him from his Bucky closet. She’s sophisticated and brash, a man liking a man doesn’t shock her, neither does the reverse threat surprise her. And her lack of squeamishness about it helps tremendously with both Gale owning up to what’s happening to him during the SA, and then his healing postwar. After the war he can admit he’s very much not ok, but that’s a good step towards becoming ok. I think he’d struggle with the fact he liked men before, the shame and social stigma of that compounded by then being assaulted. She helps with that. So does Bucky tbh. I think all this impacts how soon they have kids, and there’s a whole plot line about whether he’d ever be willing to testify about those crimes.

Now for Johnny, oh poor man. There was no liking men before this. Not at all, and while he was no naïve idiot, there’s certain things he just never expected obviously, and certainly not in a context of them being required from him. While in camp he is a fucking champ, or he is 99% of the time and is mentally an absolute legend. And Gale admires that tremendously and they’re very together on handling things, but, after the war? It’s utterly impossible to be with each other much. At least right away. And Brady is in a positive rush to become as normal as possible. He married right on coming home as if Pussy has some Devine healing properties (it kinda does, bless Tilly) and has his many kids and his job and is very nosy in his sister’s business as if he can heal himself by proxy through her. Ultimately it’s just a slow thing for Jack, yet not an obvious one, and before too long he and Cleven can be amiable again, never normal perhaps but they’re sociable. It was simply unthinkable for them to be at each other’s weddings, at the day when they “become a man” but, christenings? Christmas parties? Etc. are on the table.

And Bucky Egan has opinions on his boys and their recovery so, he works hard at it. Bless him.

[12th-shavie]

So I've been playing Radiant Historia Perfect Chronology lately and I have many thoughts that plague me

Spoilers under the cut

All of this is from reaching both basic and true ending, the PC ending with the singularity, all side quests, possible history quests and no second run with clear data for the extra ending. Also I played it on friendly difficulty and it's a good thing I touch at the end of my thoughts.

I mostly want to ramble about the different characters in the game, in somewhat of an order so I'll start with my dear boy Stocke.

I really liked Stocke. He's not particularly chatty, but we get to see a lot of what's going on his mind through the story, including every decision he has to make that can lead to a bad ending and he ends up very well-rounded by the time of the ending. He clearly grows to care a lot about everyone around him, which makes his fate particularly cruel when it's only because he made all these connections that he can be the sacrifice, but it's also the reason why his sacrifice is such a heavy blow for the others. His status as a man whose soul hasn't been his for a long time unbeknownst to him heightens the value of his growth as a person and as a friend, showing how he could still grasp the opportunity to see value in the world beyond himself and his own lifespan (that was technically over since quite some time). He's willing to use the power at his disposal to try to get the best outcome for anyone he can help, even when it seemingly doesn't do much for the world at large, he's just really helpful. Stocke is also very funny to me in the many ways he deals with his time travel. Especially in the ways he casually transports a bunch of items through the timelines, and never explains how he knows information he has absolutely no way of knowing at the point in time he's in. He also doesn't seem to question the fact that there's a big part of his life missing, or at least that's what I understand the Ernst memory wipe as, and seems to just adapt to whatever the timeline has in store for him at any given time. But he's also a Sad boy™ and deserves the world for everything he's been put through. Especially having to kill Rosch that one time.

Ah, Rosch. My poor sweet bulky boy whom I really tried to use every time he was available but it seems it was never enough and even in post-ending he's not quite caught up. The mana spring dlc also shows just how big his armor truly compared to his actual body and I respect the huge suit of armor that makes his silhouette a little silly. I wasn't a big fan of his romance with Sonja at first until the alternate history in Celestia and his bigger arc, where we get to see some more of them that made me appreciate them more (and Sonja upgrading his Gauntlet has to be some of my favourite interactions between her, Rosch and Stocke).

Raynie and Marco are cute as characters Stocke is close to but I really couldn't care less about Raynie's romantic subplot, or her in general. My interest in her never rose higher than my interest in her gameplay, which is thankfully fun to me so it doesn't feel like she's wasting my time. Marco was a little better, especially with the Mimel sidequest where he shows another facette of himself in the bad ending where he goes nuts and I respect that. But ultimately, they're only involved at first because Heiss made it so, and neither their past not their relationship to Stocke or the others was delved into all that much, which is kind of a shame given how present they are during the game.

Which bring me to Heiss. Heiss' first appearance just threw me in a loop of "wow, this guy is so obviously evil but he called Stocke his best boy so now I really want the game to surprise me with a turn of events where he's not one of the Big Bad™. I really wish I could trust this guy in the slightest but that character design is screaming EVIL very loudly". He then proceeds to turn out to be the main villain. Except he still very much cares about Stocke, and always has, even when his other intentions are very nefarious. And even at the very end he still cares about his favourite nephew. And I'm a sucker for that kind of character development, so needless to say Heiss now lives rent-free in one of my mental tabs that run in the background on my thoughts. He does have one portrait where he looks down, in a content but sad way, as if reminiscing of a happier past and it really gets me every time. I did not expect to care so much about the guy, yet his character arc really did it for me. From the bitterness cranked up to eleven by the Black Chronicle's past owners and his huge soft spot for Stocke to his own actions of granting Stocke a chance at a non-royal, non-sacrifice life that he himself never got as Heinrich being the key to the only positive future there was for the world ? Gorgeous arc ! Until the true end where he just never gives up on the only thing he truly cared about, Stocke's future. The PC ending where he joins forces with Stocke, Nemesia and the others was also a satisfying moment, seeing how he's reminded of when he went on adventures with Ernst (again with that softer portrait I am very weak to), along with one of the possible histories where you get the key to his desk (which had plagued me from the moment I tried to snoop around his office much earlier in the game) and it contains an old portrait of Heinrich and Ernst, probably the only trace had kept from that part of his past, showing that despite all the scheming and lack of remorse on other fronts as the main villain, he's still an old man whose life was never completely his own, and who tries to break the cycle for the one person he cared about who was condemned to the same fate. In other words, Heiss is absolutely a magnificent bastard but also very human underneath and I am not immune to that.

On the other hand, a character I had to warm up to gradually was Eruca (I've seen her design from the DS version and I feel robbed, that little sprite had so much more personality !). She starts out kinda generic, as the princess stuck under the terrible reign of her stepmother who secretly leads her dead brother's rebel group, and I only started garnering interest when she joined the party and was armed with a gun. I had gotten a gun before but had no idea they were for her, and it was extremely refreshing to see how she fared in combat despite her lower availability. Her relationship with Stocke was also made so much better by that one moment around the end where it goes back to their first time meeting in standard history and shows exactly what she was dealing with when interacting with Stocke, knowing full that he not only was her dead brother living with a borrowed soul, but also had yet to be aware of his role in the grand scheme of things. I was afraid the whole ritual bit would get in the way of her character development but it didn't and she ended up being one of my favourite characters in both story and gameplay. Ice magic nukes are very nice.

Aht is adorable and I knew she'd be in my top three from the moment I saw her in the animated opening in which she gave me some Just a little guy™ vibe which is sufficient for me to be interested. Her voice acting was also very endearing (then again all of the voice acting worked really for me) and she was just as fun in gameplay with her trap set-ups and big combo potential. And then the story dropped all sorts of hints that she clearly was aware of something very big and plot-relevant and that really makes her go from Babsie™ to Tell me your secrets you adorable little scoundrel™ and that's absolutely my jam.

I wish I had a stronger opinion on Gafka. He's pretty neat, I like the combos he brings to the tables, the way he learns additional skills with Bergas makes sense to me and is cool, but I wish his character spoke to me more. The one thing I would say about him is that he has this trait where he has a hard time distinguishing humans and uses nicknames based on other visible parts of them, but does eventually come to recognize Stocke with his name instead of "Red One" and that's a new bit of development he got there.

I wish Viola was playable. Girl's got so much potential with a title like the Valkyrie but only gets so little story presence, but she's a highlight of every scene she's in and that's fine by me. I find her design very soft yet powerful and inspiring, as befits a character with her renown and charisma.

I can also say I really appreciate Raul, he's not the most appealing character at first, but the genuine effort he clearly puts in supporting however he can from the back lines and devising all of the larger scale tactics and stuff really elevates him as guy who's trying to make the best out of a bad situation where he can't turn his back on people who need help he can provide after not opposing Hugo more directly even though he suspected him to be up to no good.

Speaking of Hugo, he has me a little confused on what exactly his motives were, where his loyalty lied and what he was really trying to accomplish, especially regarding Noah and the possible histories surrounding him. I'm not a fan of letting him around with Noah and not facing more consequences for his actions. Noah himself is also a little weird, being both this mysterious prophet who just wants what's best for his people and this calm guy who seems to know more than he lets on but hasn't really tried to stop Hugo or find another way to reach the people without his name being exploited. I wonder how he could've affected the timeline if he didn't just vanish from the public eye after the possible history that saves his life in the alternate history.

Dias and Selvan are most definitely meant to be read as an evil power couple. You can't throw in a sidequest where it is shown they get a hotel room in the middle of the day and Selvan immediately resorting to threatening to kill a little girl the instant he sees Stocke menacing Dias, and not tell they're not in some kind of very close relationship that is never described as friendship, not even once. Also they'd seemingly betray anyone in a heartbeat except each other and I will read the subtext as I please. There is also that one line from Selvan in alternate history when Dias is dead and he says something along the lines of "But now Dias is slain, and I am broken". And that's without mentioning the possible history where they didn't set Protea up as queen but Dias directly, and an NPC says that "Dias wears the crown, but Selvan might as well sit on the throne" and I'll gladly interpret it as Selvan sitting on the throne with Dias on his lap. Moving on.

Friendly difficulty is a godsend that should be in many other games. I love being able to progress rapidly through the combat heavy parts of the story and only be forced into important fights which I can appreciate without wearing down my gameplay experience. I cannot show grateful I am to be able to enjoy the story to the fullest with no downsides in my opinion. It even gives me a reason to someday try out the DS version to experiment with combat a little more, and also see the game in all its original stylized glory (mostly Stocke's grittier self, Eruca's pixie cut, Heiss balding forehead that makes him less magnificent of a bastard and Dias looking less evil for some reason)

I also intend to finish RHPC with my clear data to see that final final ending, just to see what it brings to the table.