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[mammoth-clangen]

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Special pliestocene rabbit?? Tragically, I couldn't find any specific evidence of Megabunnies so this is probably just a cottontail XD

I have come to increasingly dislike this part of the moon but hey ho >-<

The Ice Fang is not nearly as big as she looks on panel 3 but I'm supposed to be Going Fast so I'm not changing it c'x (her shoulder height isnt terribly higher than a Fleet Fang, she's just significantly bulkier)

Oh yeah I think this is the first time the name Fleet Fang is dropped in-comic, so by my own rules it's actually cannon now, yay!

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[thepandapopo]

His Star - Chapter 2: Proposals

Can I get this out before midnight? who knows. But I’m determined to at least bang this chapter out in one sitting because it was Claude’s birthday yesterday damn it and I told myself that for his birthday, I would post at least 2 chapters to this fic, bake him a cake, and have a perfect tea time with myself.

So far everything has been accomplished except for the second chapter. so HERE WE GO.

Pairing: Claude x F!Byleth

In which Claude proposes a vacation to Byleth which may or may not be stress free, and may or may not include going back to Almyra with him so that he can court her properly. 

OR

The one where Claude schemes to take his star home so that he can finally get started on his plans to make an honest woman out of her... and also get his parents off his back.

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Of all the things Claude expected to come back to, Byleth falling off a cliff was not one of them.

In fact, after the first time he watched her fall off a cliff following the Battle of Garreg Mach, he never wanted to see it ever again. So when he was faced with his greatest fear for the second time - no no no, she couldn’t leave him again - he had not hesitated to throw caution to the wind and abandon his position at the head of his army. He had dug his heels into Zahra’s flank and as always, the white wyvern was on the same page as her master, flying faster than she had ever flown before towards the falling queen.

Claude was used to any physical contact with Byleth feeling electric, like little shocks of pleasure shooting from his nerves and sending shivers down his spine, but when he caught her in his arms, he was alarmed by how hot her skin felt even through the thick leather of his gloves.

It was clear that Byleth was ill. Extremely ill. And yet she pushed herself to her very limits, standing at the front lines with her soldiers to show them that no matter what, she was with them because she believed in a world of peace.

She believed in his dream.

Suddenly, the fear that gripped his heart mere moments ago gives way to a fiery hot rage that burns through his body.

Byleth has done enough for Fodlan. She has fought countless battles, pushed her body to the very limits, and even carried the burden of having the powers of a goddess (”Teach, you’re joking, right? What do you mean you can turn back time?” “It is exactly what I said, Claude.”).

And now these stragglers and remnants of the Imperial army and Those Who Slither in the Dark come once more to try and revive their warped plans?

There are many things that Byleth deserves, Claude thinks, and being able to lay in bed recovering from a cold without worrying about crazy delusional dark mages is probably near the top of that list.

So when the newly crowned King finally makes it to Marianne and entrusts his secret fiance to her care, he no longer has his usual mask of cheerful indifference. Instead, storm clouds roil and darken his visage, verdant eyes sharp and blazing with cold, calculating determination.

Claude doesn’t remember how many enemies he shoots down that day. But he does know that it isn’t enough to quell the fury that simmers beneath his skin.

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It is four days after the battle before Byleth finally regains consciousness.

Much to his chagrin, Claude is not there by her side when she rejoins the land of the conscious. In the aftermath of the battle, he resolves to step up and help Byleth with some of her duties while she is recovering. Which is exactly how Claude has found himself in the middle of a dreadfully exasperating conversation with Count Gloucester going over resource allocation for the umpteenth time. Thankfully, the servant chooses this time to burst through the door with the news.

“Your majesty!! She’s awake!”

The words are barely registering in his brain before he is moving, hastily throwing half-hearted apologies towards the clearly disgruntled Count, and rushing out the door.

He makes it to her room in record time. And he knows this because he has timed how long it takes to get to her room from any location in the castle, just in case he needs to get to her quickly.

Sitting upright against a mountain of pillows and bathed in the sunlight from the open terrace doors, Byleth is a vision for sore eyes.

He opens his mouth to speak and cannot help but slip back into the playful banter that he is so used to.

“Teach, we really gotta talk about you and cliffs. I don’t think it’s working out in your favor.”

Claude distantly wonders if maybe he should have said something more romantic, or even just a simply inquiry about her health, but those options don’t sit right with him.

She loves him for who he is, and that includes his old habits and light quips.

She is staring at him like he is a ghost, and really, he cannot blame her. The bed sinks a little with his weight and he reaches out to brush a stray lock of mint so that he can see those beautiful eyes that he missed so dearly. 

It has been a long six and a half months since he left her at the top of the Goddess Tower. Probably even more shocking yet, he has since ascended the Almyran throne and that feat itself is quite evident from the brightly coloured and extravagant robes that he now dons on a daily basis.

“What’s the matter, Teach? Cat got your- oof!”

She crashes into him without warning and he is immediately reminded of how solidly built she actually is. Byleth is a fighter first and foremost, after all. Claude should have known that a few months behind a desk tending to paperwork wouldn’t have been enough to deteriorate the wall of lean muscle she has built over years of mercenary work.

“I... You... you’re really here?”

Oh, Goddess. He has missed her voice.

His arms snake around her, one coming to a rest across her lower back, pulling her smaller form closer to him as the other hand snakes its way into her hair. 

Lips against her temple, he gifts her with a gentle kiss before humming his reply against her skin.

“I am, my love. I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

Neither of them can bring themselves to separate, not when this moment feels so much like a dream that could dissolve at any second. Instead, they trade quiet whispers of affection that do not even come close to reflecting the longing and yearning they have experienced since they parted ways.

The sun is beginning to fall below the horizon by the time they manage to pull apart for longer than a heartbeat. Byleth has long since scooted over and pulled Claude under the covers so that they can lay side by side rather than perched uncomfortably at the edge of her bed.

He lets out a pleasant hum when her fingers begin carding through his hair, slender fingers parting his thick brown hair and smoothing it down the back of his head.

“So...” 

He knows that tone. He’s been on the receiving end of it multiple times, mostly back in his schooldays when she catches him red handed with a vial of his latest experiment uncorked and ready to pour into someone’s meal.

“King now, is it?”

“Er... yeah.” He ignores the urge to scratch his neck sheepishly and opts to bury his face in her shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of blade oil and jasmine that is unique to Byleth.

“King Khalid.”

Ah crap.

He lifts his sheepish expression to meet her narrowed eyes, “By, you have to believe me when I say I was going to tell you. But I had to sort a lot of things out first.” 

He brings their hands up under the fading sunlight and verdant eyes shift to look at their intertwined fingers.“You know already that I am part Almyran. And I told you before I left that I had some...royal connections -”

“I believe you described them as ‘insignificant’.” As usual, her memory and mind are as sharp as her sword and he knows that he cannot weasel his way out of this situation.

“Haha... did I say that? I mean, even though technically I was the crown Prince, it’s not like I was guaranteed the throne. Almyrian traditions are a bit different than here in Fodlan.”

He’s half expecting her to throw another quip back at him about another one of the ways he’s botched this whole thing up, but to his surprise, she merely stares at him with those unwavering green eyes and nods for him to continue.

It’s now or never. He may not have been able to be completely truthful with her before, but now those obligations and promises that veiled his truths no longer bind him.

So he tells her. He tells her about his mother and how she made him promise to keep his identity a secret. He tells her about his promise to his father that he would return home to put his name in the running for the throne when it was time for his father to step down. He tells her about the fights and trials that he had to go through to beat out all the other contenders to prove his strength and abilities as a leader and King. And finally, he tells her of how he took the title of King of Almyra and how it took several weeks for him to get everything under control, only to get intelligence that Those Who Slither in the Dark were plotting one last stand, and how he barely had time to muster his army and march at full speed to make it to her side in time.

When he is finished, Byleth is silent and for a moment, he fears that perhaps it is all too much for her. There is a nasty voice in his heart of hearts, quiet though it may be, that whispers that maybe she has decided that she no longer wants to be with him because how can she trust a man whose real name she didn’t even know?

When he finally musters enough courage to meet her eyes again, his heart does a funny little flop in his chest and the back of his eyes burn with the familiar sting of tears.

Byleth may not be a woman of many words, but the firm squeeze of his hand and steady, soft gaze says everything he needs to know.

I understand. And I love you.

He wheezes out a chuckle and brings her hand to his lips, kissing the digits almost reverently. “I wanted to tell you before I proposed to you, but I needed to honor the promises I made to Mother and Baba. Trust me when I say the first thing I did when I went home was ask them to relieve me of those burdens.”

“Did...did they ask why?” Her voice is hesitant, even as the question leaves her tongue.

Goddess, just once he would like to be able to pull the wool over her eyes, but as usual, Teach is sharp on the uptake and Claude really cannot get anything by her.

He reaches up to finger the emerald ring hanging from a silver chain around her neck, dragging out the silence as long as possible before giving the answer he knows she is dreading.

“I maaaay have told them that I had a certain special someone in mind that I wanted to introduce them to...” His sentence trails off into laughter as he watches the horror creep into his beloved’s expression.

Byleth Eisner. The Ashen Demon. The first leader of the United Kingdom of Fodlan. The Hero of Fodlan.

Claude finds it hilarious that the woman he loves can carry such daunting titles and face an army head on with no fear, but is absolutely terrified of the idea of meeting her future in-laws.

“Khalid-” he likes the way his real name sounds coming from her lips, even if it is a horrified gasp. “-I can’t. I don’t even know what to do! I’m not a noble and I don’t know anything about etiquette on meeting royalty from a foreign country, much less your parents.”

“Aww, don’t worry Teach! You’ll be perfectly fine, just like when you joined the Alliance Round Table for the first time.” He winks at her, biting his cheek to stop the laughter that is threatening to bubble over.

“In case you’ve forgotten, I also have a country to run. One that you so gladly dumped on my lap before escaping across Fodlan’s Throat.”

She must be desperate now if she is willing to hide behind her duties.

“Not to fret, my dear.” He leans over to place a chaste peck on the tip of her nose, flashing her his signature wink and grin afterwards. “I’ve already cleared it with Seteth. After all, it was the stress from the non stop work that caused you to fall ill in the first place, right? I simply proposed that you could take a month or two off from your duties to relax and recover from your injuries-”

“-I have no injuries-”

“-and maybe come back with me to Almyra for a little vacation.”

While she doesn’t officially reject his proposition, he does receive her reluctant acceptance in the form of several pillows being chucked unceremoniously at his head.

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I’M TERRIBLE AT WRITING ENDINGS. I promise I’ll come back later to fix this one up too. 

Hope you all liked chapter 2!!

Note: I did NOT get this out before midnight. It is currently 1:56AM.

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[thesaltysocialworker]

Black Magic (part 1/2)

Part two will be available by this weekend! I didn’t expect this to get so long but I really enjoyed writing this as a feline enthusiast/ black cat owner myself. A girl can dream, right? :) 

Warning: Character nudity. Mentions of Death.

You took a few steps towards the trash can, and noticed a black cat lying near it. The poor thing was bloody and broken; another casualty of war. The cat picked the right person to startle, not knowing your co-workers often referred to you as a ‘feline enthusiast’ and all around animal lover; or they were politely calling you the “cat lady”.

There were no stereotypical days as an Emergency Department nurse in New York City, but alien attacks were something completely new. While others had ran from the chaos, you and your co-workers had tried to help the injured outside of the hospital. You had been given the job to triage people; basically deciding who would live and who would die. You were exhausted, both mentally and emotionally as you stepped out of the staff entrance, readying yourself for a long walk home. The trains still weren’t running and you assumed the walk back to your apartment would do you some good; give you an opportunity to clear your head. You took a few steps when the sound of a metal trash can lid hitting pavement startled you in the dimly lit alley behind the hospital. You were on the defensive, glancing around and reaching for the mace key chain your parents had given you when you moved to the city; as if that would do you any good against an alien!

 You took a few steps towards the trash can, and noticed a black cat lying near it. The poor thing was bloody and broken; another casualty of war. The cat picked the right person to startle, not knowing your co-workers often referred to you as a ‘feline enthusiast’ and all around animal lover; or they were politely calling you the “cat lady”. You crouched down, making the a-typical ‘pst pst’ noise to draw the cats attention to you. When it turned around to look at you with, you were shocked by the seemingly human intelligence of the eyes of the cat. You had expected green or yellow, not the stormy blue that stared at you with suffering and pain written in its features. “Poor baby, do you have a home?” your hand reached towards the cat to stroke its inky black fur but it stumbled backwards; hissing but unable to run away.

 “Sorry, sorry—that was too quick. Do you have a home? An owner?” You wondered if you’d finally lost it, speaking to a cat like a human. It didn’t run away, that was a start. You opened your backpack, opening your lunch box with your untouched lunch and opening the pouch of tuna you’d brought for an afternoon snack that you’d never gotten to eat. You dipped two fingers in the pouch and offered it to the cat, it took a few moments but reluctantly the animal approached, limping towards you and licking the tuna off your fingers. “You’re lucky you survived, you know? A lot of people didn’t.” As you spoke those words, your voice hitched and you had to roll your eyes skyward to stop the tears from flowing. The cat moved towards you, rubbing against your legs.

 Maybe it was fate that you should find something so beautiful on such a tragic day. The cat placed its front feet on your knees, and you noticed a beautiful emerald green collar with a small blue stone on it, but no tag. “You must have an owner, then.” The cat continuing to rub against your legs, you weren’t going to leave him out here on the streets of New York. “I’ll take you back to my place, maybe they’ll put up signs or something if they’re looking for you.” You kind of hoped they didn’t, whoever they were. He was a beautiful, social cat. You moved to stand as you lifted it in your arms and cradled it against him against your chest. “C’mon, Lucky boy. Let’s go home.”

Loki had somehow managed to escape the wrath of the Avengers with the tesseract. Chaos had unfolded in the lobby of Stark Tower, when Stark had seemingly had some sort of cardiac episode and dropped to the floor. When everyone crowded around him, including Loki’s idiot brother, to attempt to save him the suitcase containing the tesseract was set at his feet. His eyes widened, he was so close to freedom but he couldn’t quite reach it.

At that exact moment the door to the stairs flew open, the Hulk roaring about having to use the stairs. People scattered in terror, mass chaos erupted in the lobby and someone kicked the suitcase containing the tesseract right to his feet. He lifted it, and though he had half a mind to get off that miserable planet he was injured from the battle with the Avengers. He teleported behind Stark Tower, somehow managing to slip his bindings. He could see the Agents of SHIELD moving around the building, screaming at each other to find Loki because he couldn’t have gone far.

He panicked, walking around a corner with the Tesseract in hand only to walk right into the Black Widow herself, Natasha Romanoff. A battle ensued, Natasha swung at him and he managed to block most of her blows to his face, but she brought her foot to his knee, and he screamed out in pain—he was sure that horrible woman had just blown out his knee. Something distracted her, the cries of the other agents, and Loki swung the suitcase with all of his might and managed to hit her in the head. She dropped to the pavement. Loki managed to shrink the Tesseract down to a smaller size, materializing a small collar using his magic, and then morphed into a black cat.

Despite the shift of form, the injuries remained. But he ran as fast as he could; dashing under cars and around people who were still panicking from the attack. He had no idea where he was going, and it was getting dark and he was tired. Eventually, he collapsed in alley behind a large building a few blocks from Stark Tower. He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, in pain and miserable, until a Midgardian stepped out the door into the alleyway. He tried to hide, to run away again by jumping on top of a trash bin but missed and slid back down to the pavement causing the lid of the bin to hit the pavement with a loud crash.

He expected you to chase him away, to be cold and calloused, he was shocked when you crouched down and spoke to him softly but panicked when you attempted to touch him. You apologized, and then offered him food. Despite the smell of whatever it was you offered him and his pride, he moved closer to you and ate what you offered him. He licked it off your fingers greedily, he didn’t realize how hungry he was. He hadn’t been listening to everything you said as he ate what seemed to be the most delicious food he’d ever tasted he saw your eyes start to water. For a reason he didn’t comprehend, he rubbed against you. He didn’t like to see you so upset, he did like to see tears from your beautiful y/e/c eyes.

He let you lift him, carrying him off in your arms down the street. He needed safety, he needed to be somewhere where the Avengers wouldn’t think to look until they stopped looking. Better yet, he needed to stay hidden from Thanos and the Chitauri. As you carried him down the street, he listened to you hum something under your breath in unison with the music playing from your headphones. It was soft, and sweet—the sound of your sweet voice reverberating from your chest lulled him into a comfortable sleep, his head resting on your shoulder with one hanging over it as well.

 Loki awoke the following morning in a large, comfortable bed in a beautiful, older factory style loft apartment. He glanced around, remembering what had occurred the following day like a waking nightmare. He was alone on the comfortable cream colored down-quilt, but the sheets were folded back and the bed was still warm so he knew you’d been there. He attempted to stand, and noticed that his kind little nurse had wrapped and splinted his leg and cleaned his wounds. It did make movement difficult.

“Good morning, Lucky.” A kind, cheery voice called out to him. You walked before him, wrapped in a fluffy white towel with your y/h/c hanging down your back in damp curls. Loki felt himself tense, taking in your hour glass curves and flawless, pale skin. You bent down before him and checked the bandages and his wounds. “Amazing what a good night’s sleep will do, huh?” You chuckled, your fingers reaching under his head to scratch his chin. Despite himself, he found himself purring. I wouldn’t know, Sweetling. I can’t remember the last time I slept through the night. He mused to himself, letting his head lull into your hand. “You really are a sweet boy. Maybe I won’t search too hard to find your owner.”

You dropped the towel, digging through the dresser for clean clothes and standing there comfortably naked. Loki blatantly stared, finding himself unable to look away. This whole time he’d spent believing that Midgardians were below him because he was a God; that these people would destroy themselves because they were selfishly motivated. Yet in under twenty-four hours you had managed to prove him wrong. You seemed to be genuinely kind and compassionate towards others, especially others in need. Maybe that was why he found you beautiful, the physicality was just an added bonus. But this couldn’t last forever, he would heal and he would leave.

“I haven’t had an opportunity to go get you any food yet, but I have more tuna.” Loki tried to climb off the bed, but the splint made it difficult. You pulled your shirt over your head and then moved to lift the black cat your bed, carrying him down the steps to the combined kitchen and living area. You put some tuna on a small bowl and set the cat on your kitchen island to allow him sometime to eat; offering him some water along with breakfast. Loki, for his part, found that he rather enjoyed tuna. You began tossing things in your work bag, glancing at your watch and realizing you were running late. You moved to set your cat back on the floor, placing the food and water dish back on the floor.

“I’ve gotta go to work, Lucky. I’ll be home in a little bit, today’s a short shift. I’ll be home with food for you. Try to get some rest, and stay off that leg!” You called after him, shutting the door and locking it. Loki took the opportunity to shift back into his normal form, moving around the apartment with a slight limp as he made an academic study of the things in your apartment. He noted that you liked to read, there were a lot of books scattered about the apartment on everything from medicine to novels and magazines. He also noted that you had turned one corner of your studio into a makeshift art studio; you enjoyed painting and you had a talent for it. Most of it was nature scenes, which were a stark contrast to the city in which you lived.

Loki cursed himself as he moved to sit on the leather sofa; putting his head in his hands. Maybe he had endured some sort of head trauma from the Hulk, why else would he feel drawn towards a simple Midgardian girl?  He had assumed Thor foolish or stupid for his feelings for that girl Janice, or Jane—whatever her name was. But there was just something about this woman that spoke to him. He lay back on the sofa, attempting to close his eyes and relax. But he found himself removing the tesseract from his coat and staring at it; turning it over in his hand. Was this thing worth all the trouble it had caused? The glamour of ruling this world was starting to wear off. He needed to just disappear, as soon as he was feeling better he was just going to disappear. He didn’t know where he was going to go, or what he was going to do, but he would formulate that plan as he went along. For now, he needed to recover. He needed rest, and this sweet Midgardian girl’s sanctuary would have to do.

So much for leaving, Loki mused as his feline form sat on one his Midgardian girls bar stools and she worked on painting a portrait of him. Over the weeks he had truly enjoyed their time together, even when they were doing nothing. When she would curl up on the couch to read, he would lay across her lap and she would stroke his soft fur. She would sometimes read aloud to him, swearing to him that it was because she remembered things better when they were spoken aloud. Loki was starting to believe it was because you didn’t like the silence. It led him to believe you had some demons of your own.

“What do you think?” Y/n asked, spinning the portrait around to show the cat, as if he would give you some opinion. Maybe you had lost your mind, but this was a unique cat. He seemed to have a lot of personality, and sometimes you swore he understood what you were saying to him in the way a person would. The cat tilted its head, regarding the portrait with something akin to approval. “You’re an extremely handsome boy, you know? I’m going to find someplace to hang this.”

Your cellphone rang, and you heaved out a sigh as you moved to pick it up. You muttered something about your job not leaving you any space for a social life. You reluctantly answered it, discussing being short-staffed with your boss. As you hung up the phone, Loki could feel the frustration flying off you. “I’ve got to go to work, Lucky. Here I was looking forward to a glass of wine and a bath.” You moved upstairs to your bedroom, throwing on scrubs and tennis shoes before shoving things in your work bag. You reached down, pressing your lips to the soft fur on the cats head. “I’ll be home soon, Lucky. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

You scratched his head, and you were out the door in a matter of moments. Loki shifted back into his human form; staring after you. His fingers braced over his forehead where your lips had just been, and he realized he was just as attached to you as you were to him. It had to happen now, he had to go before he decided to spend his life as cat just to watch over you. I have nowhere else to go. Loki mused bitterly. But eventually, the Avengers would be able to capture the tesseract to your home. Thor would know, he imagined the horror on your face in discovering that you had been harboring the criminal that had killed the innocents you tried to save the very day you rescued him. It was almost too much to bear.

He opened the window, climbing out onto the fire escape and getting ready to vanish into the night. But before he could he heard the door open into the loft. He pressed himself against the brick, listening to the shriek of horror when you discovered the window open. “Lucky?!” The absolute desperation in your voice was heart-wrenching. Loki managed to spell himself invisible as you glanced around on the fire escape. You kept calling for your cat as you moved quickly around the loft. He realized you came to the realization that he was gone when he heard you sob. He couldn’t stand this, he couldn’t stand being the one to cause you pain. He made a decision in that moment, one he may live to regret for the rest of his days. You may have gotten over the loss of your beloved cat. But you would likely never get over finding out you saved the life of a murderer.

“Y/n…” He echoed softly, climbing back through the window to your loft. You had gripped the marble countertop of the island, your head down. Your body tensed, your head slowly rolling up to look at the source of the sound. Tears were still rolling down your face as you stared at Loki in disbelief, your skin going a few shades lighter as you stared at him. He spoke, his voice wavering slightly. “I suppose you would know me as Lucky, but my name is Loki.”

“I know exactly who you are, Loki.”

[devourer--of--books]

So, I just started to play Obey Me! Shall We Date

And well, I have thoughts

Im currently stuck on the first levels of lesson 5, so my knowledge of the plot is limited to that + some spoilers I accidentally got while going though the obey me! tag. Do I have a deep understanding of this game? No. Am I gonna rant anyway? Yeah. See me do another one of these soon after I play it some more, but for now, I need to put this out there:

First, mechanics-wise, the first thing on my mind was "Mr. Love from Hell", which is honestly not too far fetched. Maybe it's because I'm playing in my old ass tablet (I need a new phone, this thing ain't gonna survive 2020) but it's just so slow??? I've tried downloading full data, and it kinda helped, but still, it just annoys me so much! It's not crashing like crazy (cof cof Love Island The Game cof cof) but it could be better, it takes forever to get the itens to level up cards because it just ????????? takes forever for them to load???? anyone else got this problem or it's just my device? Anyway, that aside, I quite like it, if you played MLQC, it's pretty easy to manage, and while it takes a bit more of attention to win battles, I think that's a good thing. Getting shards has a been a bitch, like, I keep on suffering with the loading and my competitive ass wants to finish begginer's missions, and again I think Mr. Love has spoiled me. Also, someone please tell me how to level up skills, because I have no idea???

Now, moving on to the actual tea: what do I think of these boys?

Let's go in order, shall we:

So, I open the app and I see Lucifer in all his red and black glory, furry cape, Dom-Daddy, Big D Energy for days and go "Oh, Demon!Nobunaga, fun!". I'm immediately drawn to him beacause Nobu was my first ever otome guy and while I eventually grew out of the whole "this man is so controlling and sexy and dark" phase, nostalgia ya know? So, turns out the vibe I keep getting from Lucifer is more like all those dark-kinky-Jumin-Han-fanfics (as in, the only parts of Jumin Han that I hate) rather than Nobu? Idk man, this guy just seems shady?? They all do honestly but Lucifer is just plain scary. Dude, I know you've got the whole "most-powerful-oldest-control-freak" going for you but, like, can you chill?

Yet I can't really blame him, cause, Veronica (that's my MC's name) why, girl???? She be going up those stairs, and I'm just ??? Real talk, I'm kinda of a rule follower? I don't wanna make this guy mad, man, all I wanna do is hit on Satan (which we shall discuss soon) and see some family drama shenanigans. Lucifer says "don't go up those stairs" I'd be like "okay???" because up until now he hasn't given me a reason to not trust him (aside from being shady)??? But I have no choice but go talk to Belphegor (don't even get me started on this one) and I can just tell I'm gonna get in trouble for this. Could I not get there accidentally? Do I have to go there against Lucifer's direct orders? I don't think this is gonna go well, I just don't wanna get on his bad side hskshskshk

Lucifer's room, however, is everything to me, the deco is lovely (skeleton aside) and that bed, maaaannnn

Mammon started really annoying but he's been growing on me. I have a soft spot for dumb bitches like him, I guess? He just cracks me up? Not to be cheesy, but I like him as a friend? Maybe that'll change in the future, who knows, but for now that's how I see him, the best friend guy who is gonna be in love with you in every single route (read, Seven, but dumber). Can't wait for the angst. Looks wise I kind got him mixed with Solomon at some point (my dumbass though it was a bug) but all those Surprise Guest moments have me thinking he's way cuter than I gave him credit for at first.

I always feel bad for ratting him out to Lucifer, but boy, you and Veronica practically share one single brain cell, okay? I need to get my girl into Lucifer's good graces, I ain't about that troublemaker life

Levi is gonna be brief: No. He's not my type (otome or real life wise) and he annoys me. He reminded me a bit of Yoosung at first, and I'm trying to power though it like I did with him, but I can't. He keeps dragging me into his stuff and it's not cute, it makes me resent Levi. I'm not much of a tsundere enthusiast by nature, and I really don't like when they portray fans and gamers in this kinda "I'm weird, look at me I'm so weird and different" light ("have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? that's weird" jsjdndmsksjdnsmskdjnddm). It comes across (to me at least) as childish and dumb (not endearing dumb, like Mammon). Idk, maybe I'll change my mind? Don't come for me, Levi stans

So Satan

I love Satan

Otome makes you say the strangest shit hm

Still. I haven't interacted much with him but I'm obsessed with this man. Let me date you, okay? You look like posh book-cat-candle super model I wish existed. Let's be petty together. Since I haven't been playing long I hope I don't end up regretting putting my heart and soul into loving you. I'm doing all kinds of jobs to get intimacy go up with him, because guyghbkhiugiygufgfydddyghvjgvjg I'm all about that soft dom energy he has going for him, it's basically everything I love about Jumin Ham, but less CEO and more cute-bookstore-guy. Ideally, Satan is 100% my type, even if not the usual otome route I take first. Also, he is the Avatar of Wrath, which, along with Pride, is my most prominent sin, so I might be projecting

Pls babe don't turn out to be terrible

Kay, so Asmo. Asmo gives me all the Shingen vibes but realistic Shingen. Like, of Shingen is all about worshiping his MC, Asmo looks like he wants to be worshiped himself. Not judging, tho. That thing he said about loving himself above all things, I feel like it was supposed to be shady but I kinda agree? He's onto something. All this self-sacrifing thing is so romanticized. Can't we all be in healthy non co-dependent relationships? Love yourselves, kids. Which is why, while I said Satan is my ideal type of man, in real life, most of the people I've been with are Asmos. That being said, that's why he doesn't really work as an otome LI for me (at least for now). I'm here to live a fantasy of dating demons, not to see my exes. He is tempting tho. Who doesn't want a friend to do face masks and fuck from time to time, no strings attached until, "oh no, we both caught feelings, whatever shall we do" and then have it end well? (can you tell I'm projecting? my therapist is gonna love this). Poor Asmo, it's not his fault. Darling I'm sure you'll turn out to be lovely

On Beel, not much. I'm not into him, at least for now. his personality so far is that he's hungry. So what, man. I'm not here for that either. I don't find food particularly fun or sexy, it's just here to keep us alive (unless it's sweets, sweets are the best, but I'm having to cut down on sweets so), so he's not doing much for me. Gotta wait for that character development I guess

And to end this rant, Belphegor. Bitch, I've seen you on my demon cards, don't you dare tell Veronica you're human. But she's a dumb hoe, my girl Veronica, so she just doesn't question it???? I swear, this girl. Shady doesn't even cut it with him. Sorry, you're telling me what to do? Dude, lol, you're lucky this is Veronica and not me, because I'd be out of there as soon as you started this bull about me doing pacts with demons to get your ass out of that room. Don't prey on my empathy, it pisses me off. Spoilers tell me he's like a human-hater or something? Boy, fuck you, okay? Am I going to end up loving him? Who knows. For now he can rot in that room for all I care

Anyway, that's pretty much my first impressions of this game. I'll be playing it for some more time, until I get up to date on lessons and story or until colleges comes to drag me to literal hell, whatever comes first

Peace, my dudes

[donaeis]

15 Questions Tag

i was tagged by the amazing @wesunnysimmer, so here goes! 💖

1. Are you named after anyone? my first name is just a case of “the ‘rents thought it was pretty”, but my second name is the name of one of my grandmothers! 

2. When was the last time you cried? oh, man, getting real personal real quick, huh? lol nah, uhhhh... i guess that’d be this january when my stepmother battled and lost the battle against lung cancer. because she was in another country and i had no opportunity to go there either i didnt get to see her and so really struggled to even process it all, but there was this one time when i was in the shower and this song i think it was the beatles’ let it be came on and i was singing along and next thing i know im still trying to sing along while sobbing uncontrollably at the same time 😅

3. Do you have kids? hell no! i mean, im not like excluding anything but being a mom is like, the last thing id imagine for myself. just thinking about it makes me feel bad for them future kids LOL... im way too chaotic 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? its how i get through life!

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? oh, man.... i guess it would be their face and how kind/unkind they look? i honestly havent a clue man... im so unobservant its uncanny

6. What’s your eye colour?  its blue/grayish i guess

7. Scary movie or happy ending? i love scary movies... until i lay in bed at night and just wanna hit myself for watching said scary movie because i know i won’t be able to sleep for like, a week LOL. 

8. Any special talent? i cant even think of any normal talents of mine, let alone a special one fuhguf

9. What country were you born in? the netherlands

10. What are your hobbies? reading, writing, creating, hanging out with friends, endless discussions about difficult topics, bonding with animals...

11. Do you have any pets? my parents have a golden retriever but since i live on my own i no longer live with her, same with my cat... even though i regularly visit my parents’ just to see my cat hehe. i also own a rabbit named hans who is my sole responsibility and who lives with me and my roommate’s bunny!

12. What sports do you play/have you played? i used to do horseriding, and if anyone here gonna tell me that ain’t a sport i will not refrain from throwing hands!! 😂

13. How tall are you? 168cm, so like... 5′5″. im extremely short for dutch standards so all my friends tower over me 😢

14. Favourite subjects(s) in school? english, because i was good at it lmao. i also did genuinely like it though. there’s a reason why i went on to pursue a degree in english language and culture 😅

15. Dream job? anything that’d involve saving animals! also, though, when i was a kid i really wanted to be a teacher... so much so that id hand out empty pieces of paper to a whole bunch of imaginary students that i pretended to lecture lmfaooo. when it was time for me to choose my studies after high school i actually originally studied to become an english teacher, and although i moved up to university after a year it was a hard choice to make because my internship was actually super fun and these kids were so sweet! 

if i were to actually follow my current dreams as they also relate to my studies id go and teach english somewhere in like, south east asia for like a year, then get a job at EF in boston because man do i miss boston and then after that id get a job at the international office of my university back in the netherlands. a girl can dream, right? i did actually resign from my current cashier job last friday to possibly pursue some of those goals so who knows! gotta actually complete my master’s first tho 😬

i think a lot of people have already done this one so please do feel free to ignore but ill tag uhh @silverspringsimmer @nyteroseshadowthorn @simscognito @sparklinggnome @delta-simmer @nessiesim and anyone else who wants to have a go at it!

[atopearth]

Final Fantasy VII Remake Part 3 - The “Death” of Avalanche (Ch 12-14)

Seeing an extended version of the Avalanche members’ dying is going to be terrible. I think the fact that Wedge calls Cloud “aniki” is so cute, so it’ll be sad that this is the last time we’ll hear it. My heart kinda broke for Biggs tbh. Seeing him entrust the future to Cloud, and for him to think about the Leaf House orphanage kids even during his dying moments was saddening. I remember being so surprised at Ms Folia (the orphanage teacher + Honeybee dancer) saying that the one who taught her everything and inspired her to be who she is was Biggs. I knew he had a big heart and cared for everyone, but it was nice that they added in all these other little things about him. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle Jessie’s death tbh. It’s going to be heartbreaking!! 

Aerith going to save Marlene is something I looked forward to seeing, and I think it showed really well how gentle of a heart Aerith has, and how self sacrificing she is. Especially when she encouraged Wedge to not give up and allow himself to have regrets for not doing more. I like that the Shinra soldier Wedge passionately convinced into opening the gates to leave Sector 7 for everyone to escape was the newbie soldier that was kinda in training and couldn’t be mean to anyone (when you talked to him before this). It’s understandable that he would be the one to go against orders. Nice to see Tseng! He looks pretty good. On the other hand, Rude interfering with Reno so that his gun would miss Tifa was hilarious. I love that they kept the idea that Rude likes Tifa, I guess they’ll be keeping the idea that Tseng likes Aerith too then! Elena liking Tseng is something expected though since it’s a big part of her character imo haha. Btw, I’m glad that Reno recognised how tasteless it was to have to do the pretend act that this whole destroying Sector 7 thing was done by Avalanche. Anyway, Aerith convincing Marlene to come out and leave with her was adorable~

It was hard to see Jessie go again, especially when she talked about how she kinda “deserved” it considering the amount of people she killed with her bombs, which was something that always stuck with me in the dialogue of the original. Despite Jessie’s hopes for the future and everything, she knew what what she was doing involved the deaths of a lot of people, innocent and guilty alike, she always felt terrible about it, but she wasn’t as soft as Tifa to think about giving up on it. She took those burdens with her to achieve what she needed to, so it’s heartbreaking that she had to die thinking that. It was saddening yet cute when Cloud said Jessie owed him a pizza, so she can’t die haha. It’s too bad that it’ll never happen. Sometimes I wonder if the reason they all like pizza is because of how Barret refers to the plates above them as a “pizza”, so they like to eat them up hahahaha, nah just kidding, pizza is good, everyone loves pizza.Seeing Reno and Rude tag team fight was so cool! I loved how Reno still had that skill that puts you into the triangle barrier to kinda immobilise you. Otherwise, Reno is so difficult for me to handle lolll, I suck fighting against him. And Rude hits Tifa when you control her!! Although he kinda just does a light chop to her, not sure if it’s specific to her but it was kinda cute lol because it honestly seemed like he was taking it easy against her compared to other battles when we faced him. Seriously though, I think it’s so annoying how those “ghosts” always interfere at crucial moments, it’s like, it wasn’t in the original game and it’s honestly unneeded here. The truth is that Cloud and them were unable to stop the plate from falling regardless of whether those ghosts were there or not, it’s annoying to make it seem like they could have stopped Rude if they weren’t there, when in reality, it shows (in the original) a much crueller way of looking at things when you try your best but you’re still too late. We don’t need no supernatural phenomenon to make it seem like it’s at fault and that’s why Cloud and them failed! Yes, I rolled my eyes when they appeared because at this point, I’ll admit that I’m sick of them. It’s like how they ruined Aerith and Cloud’s first meeting with them! I only wanted sweetness and curiosity towards a flower girl, not mystery with these supernatural things I don’t care about! Sigh! 

Anyway, seeing Tifa and Barret broken over not being able to save their home and its people was saddening. Maybe it’s nostalgia or whatever, but I think it hit me harder in the original though. Btw, it’s kinda funny but understandable that instead of Tseng flying near the explosion to kinda show that they’ve captured Aerith etc, Tseng tells them through the screen haha. Gotta protect the Ancient! Oh, and Sephiroth honestly appears way too much, I honestly don’t remember him being so apparent, I know they’re really just the numbered black robe guys, but I feel like back then it was mostly just Cloud feeling the effects of something, but not being very clear on what it is. Now we’re just stuck with an overbearing Sephiroth zzz, yes there’s such a thing as too much Sephiroth. I guess it’s nice that it kinda explicitly tells you through them that Sephiroth thinks/believes/insists he’s got Ancients’ blood running through him, so he’s the rightful ruler of the planet though. Really though, with the plate falling, you can really understand the helplessness and fear of the people under the plates (through the NPCs talking in the background), it’s like, wow, they can actually fall and destroy everyone?! It kinda shows that regardless of how great Shinra is in giving people “better lives”, Shinra is also essentially in control of their lives. Oh yeah!! And Cait Sith!! Did not expect to see him! It felt weird without his white doll (since I used to think the white doll was him until I realised there was a cat on top lmao), but it was nice to see how *spoilers* Reeve tried to do something about Sector 7 in both forms. Seeing Cait Sith devastated at the sight was pretty saddening. But I have to admit, imagining Reeve controlling it and making it fall to the ground is funny yet interesting loll.

Omg, how old is Tseng?! Aerith is like this little kid and he’s an adult already?! I never realised there was such a big age difference.. Anyway, kid Aerith is adorable. Elmyra’s story is always saddening to hear, but I think the original showed it a bit better, mainly the train station part. I remember in the original, you could really feel the sadness of Elmyra through the contrasted happiness of the people beside her at the train station who were overjoyed at seeing the people they were waiting for come home to them. And it slowly shows how nearly everyone who was waiting there was able to reunite with their loved ones, everyone except her who waited every day there. I feel like she even asked the train station attendant if there were any more trains or people too. Her taking in Aerith healed her and herself, so honestly, I’ve always been happy that they both had each other to lean on for so many years. But yeah, otherwise, seeing Ifalna (HD) and everything was nice. It’s interesting that Aerith needs to be willing to go to them in order to help with their quest in finding the Promised Land, because how exactly do you make her willing?? Hahaha. I mean, she just did it for Marlene so she’s not exactly “willing”. It’s so weird that they didn’t bother adding the line where Barret asks Elmyra to take care of Marlene for him. It’s like, you can’t make him a “caring dad” and not even say something like that before he leaves lol! It’s important!

Okay, I’m glad Wedge is alive, but at the same time, I have mixed feelings towards it haha. It’s nice though, gives Cloud and them more hope I guess. We should all thank cats, they save lives apparently~ On the other hand, Aerith appearing in Cloud’s dream was…very interesting. Like, it was nice, but at the same time weird loll. Especially when she told him that if they seemed like they were attracted to each other romantically, it probably wasn’t real. I honestly didn’t need that, especially when I feel like the Tifa fanservice coupling is everywhere and more apparent than with Aerith imo. I felt like the romance with Tifa was more vague in the beginning for the original. Anyway, Cloud was right, Aerith can’t just one-sidedly say all that and just leave, he should have his say too, especially since these are his feelings! And tbh, although Tifa and Cloud are super comfortable with each other and rely on each other, I feel like a lot of the times, they feel like trustworthy friends more in the remake imo. I think what solidifies (for me) how much Cloud cherishes Aerith was when he said he’d take her home again (lmao) after she showed him the way to Sector 7, enough concern over her safety with Don Corneo that he would cross dress, and his reaction when Aerith shows up with the extravagant red dress. He was so stunned at how beautiful she was! To be fair though, I was pretty stunned too, until I realised I better take screenshots lmao. Overall though, Cloud is constantly saving and taking care of all the girls, it’s kinda crazy. Like, I know he may be Prince Charming but c'mon! Only Tifa gets to be cool whereas the other girls get saved wayyyy too much whether it be from random falls or whatever. I also feel like Elmyra stopping them from going to save Aerith felt more like an unnecessary plot delay to squish in the Wedge part, but oh well lol, time for Shinra building time! Can’t wait to see Red XIII!

Or not, I’m stuck doing side quests lmao. Those pull ups were more annoying than squats zzzz, but they were okay I guess. Didn’t take that long to win the pro. The most annoying thing was that letting the pull up timer go on (when I obviously failed) was faster than the stupid loading screen when I press give up lol. Mireille being the Angel of the Slums was expected I guess, although I was never curious anyway haha. Kyrie is kinda cute but annoying lol. Kinda sad that I don’t actually get to ride on a Chocobo though….like I found all those lost chocobo and yet I don’t actually get to ride them? T_T Wow, I can’t believe the behemoth horn was used for medicine!! What kind of medicine are they making??! It was a hassle to kill that guy! Lmao tonberry is as cute and deadly as it usually is! Kept stabbing me lol! I know I could have probably thrown magic at it, but I thought it was hilarious to see it stab me lmao. The Colosseum battles were pretty easy, I was kinda worried but all good! Whack-a-box was super easy for the hard mode btw! I was like ohh noo when I saw hard mode thinking it’ll take me a while like the pull ups but dang, third time was the charm! Smashed it!🥰 Hmm, pedometer materia was interesting…lol, super easy to get the 5000 steps since I had to look for those annoying chocobos, but yeah I guess it was worth it! AP Up would be useful. I’m glad the side quests didn’t take too long because I really started considering just dropping them lol.

I’m glad they delved more into Leslie’s backstory, but I guess it was expected since he was the only pretty boy out of all the lackeys lmao. I found Leslie really endearing though, mainly because of his looks and how kind he was to keep warning Cloud and Aerith that they shouldn’t go to the audition haha. It’s saddening that his fiancee was chosen by Corneo and now she has disappeared. I kinda liked how his story interlinked with Cloud and Aerith though. Tifa told Leslie that the flower pendant his fiancee gave back to him before she left meant “we’ll meet again” in flower language, and that’s the flower Aerith gave Cloud, so it’s nice to see how Cloud linked that, and sorta renewed his resolve into finding her asap. It’s nice to know that rather than focusing on finding Corneo to exact his revenge, Leslie is now instead looking for the girl. Good that he’s got his priorities straight. She’s much more important than revenge! Hope we get to see him actually find her in the later parts or something~

Overall, not much to say about these few chapters. I think the running up the stairs/pillar part to save Sector 7 + Wedge, Biggs and Jessie were pretty faithfully done, and it was done pretty nicely too. It felt just as annoying with the monsters/soldiers, whilst being just as saddening with seeing the death of the Avalanche members lol. My only gripe with it was the Whispers popping up ruining the whole mood of the event, it really made it seem like Cloud and them could have changed the outcome that ended up happening but was stopped for “reasons” beyond their control, so they shouldn’t feel too bad about it kinda thing, it just changes the whole “feel” of it. Anyway, the changes with Wedge being alive and the “dream” with Aerith are things I have mixed feelings about. Wedge being alive really, as I kinda said before with the pillar, it changes the mood and atmosphere of everything. Like, it’s not terrible, but what solidified a lot of my feelings towards Avalanche and the dropping of the plate in the original was done with the impact of the deaths of our Avalanche members because they’re the main people we’re familiar with. Anyway, gotta love how (aside from Biggs and Jessie) a lot of the people we’ve seen are alive and well, and lol even the item shop etc people have good stock! Kinda miss the days in the original or in other older JRPGs where shops would follow the story and be lacking in supplies or whatever during times of disaster etc. Anyway, that’s just me being picky as usual lol. And yes, I’m starting to see how A LOT of the scenes involve Cloud and the others saving each other, mainly Cloud saving all the girls, and it’s nice but honestly overdone considering the amount of scenes where it happens. This time around, the changes (from the original) are half half to me, not better, but not exactly terrible I guess. Anyway, now that I’m going through this and reading my thoughts again, this was probably the point when I started thinking about whether I liked the remake for what it is or was I really just banking in on the hype and nostalgia of a favourite game? Honestly, it’s mainly the latter (sadly).

[chubbyheroesworthyheroes]

Read more due to length, as I...seem to have a trouble just getting to the chub, I gotta insert a lot of extra to go along with it. But, I’m ponying up with that Ike/Ranulf content I promised. It’s sickeningly sweet and indulgent in fluff.

Ranulf knew Ike had ideas about leaving Tellius, now that everything was all said and done with the immediate conflicts. After all, there wouldn’t be much need for fighting forces like the Greil Mercenaries anymore -- at least, that’s what the plan was. As history has shown, they haven’t always been so great about keeping their peaceful promises. But, the Cat was highly aware of Ike’s dislike for the limelight; it had shown three years back in the Mad King’s war, and it was clearly starting to surface again with Ike’s aided defeat of the Goddess.

Ranulf couldn’t blame him, of course, but he could do his best to try and convince Ike to stay for a little bit longer -- long enough for him to settle his own affairs at least, so that maybe he could tag along with his Beorc friend wherever it was he had his sights set on.

“Enjoying yourself, oh mighty hero?” Ranulf asked, a look on his face like the cat that had got the cream as he sauntered up to Ike.

Ike made a noise in the back of his throat, something mixed between a chuckle and a groan. “Don’t even start with that! I just got away from some people who traveled all the way down here from Begnion…,” he muttered under his breath, shifting in his chair with an obvious discomfort to him.

Whether it was from having to shoo away some adoring fans, or the fact that the Crimean looked just a bit sandwiched into the chair itself, Ranulf would leave up to his own imagination for the moment.

See, while Ike had spoken about wanting to explore outside of Tellius -- something no one else had even thought of attempting -- he’d yet to actually start making any plans. Not too surprising to Ranulf, as he was aware Soren was more of the plan-maker between the two of them. Still, Ike had wanted to get away from the hero worship, and what better place to do that and not completely walk off the map than to visit Gallia? The Laguz weren’t exempt from staring at him in awe for his deeds, but they wouldn’t bother him about it like most Beorc did.

The food was another plus.

Those that had fought alongside the mercenary were well aware of his Laguz-sized appetite, and Gallia was fully equipped to help him sate it while he stayed out of the public eye. The Greil Mercenaries were a famous lot, but they never asked for much as far as pay went; as a result, food wasn’t always consistent, from what Ranulf gathered. It had been quite the sight to see Ike go all out when he knew there was no limitations on the supply.

Ranulf’s tail twitched from side to side, his smirk growing just a tad more as he looked Ike over. Gallia’s food was sure starting to show on the young man now, and it was positively delicious to observe.

“Well, I know someplace we can go to relax, if that’s what you need,” he suggested in an innocent tone of voice, smile still catty.

Ike’s interest seemed taken by the prospect of getting away from any other unwanted meetings, and only debated the offer for a moment before accepting. “I could go the rest of my life relaxing, and I’m not sure it would be enough,” the younger man remarked, hauling himself up out of his seat with only the slightest of snags; Ike might have filled out pretty well over the months he’d been here, but his strength hadn’t lessened any, and it only took a little extra oomph to pull himself free. “Don’t you have...ah, duties to be getting to, though?”

Ranulf rolled his mismatched eyes, already heading towards the door; the mercenary’s heavy footfalls following just a few steps behind his lighter ones. “Not today! I’m all yours in your hour of need,” he joked, tail swishing back and forth in a lazy motion.

Ike gave him a look, but it was easy enough to see that he wasn’t bothered much at all by the Cat’s teasing. They had gotten to know each other rather well over these past years. It was quick in the eyes of a Laguz, but a decent chunk to a Beorc. Ranulf supposed that made it a funny dichotomy, but he truly wouldn’t trade it for the world. Besides, now that the war was over, and everyone was focusing on rebuilding, they could explore the more casual parts of each other. They knew the other well in wartime settings, but in such relaxed states as this? Well, it was new territory, but it was something they didn’t shy away from.

After all, once you’ve fought side by side, bled and healed together, getting accustomed to home life should be a breeze.

They walked through Zarzi’s streets for some time, simply enjoying the day and each other’s company. As with most days, it was bustling in he capital. Gallia had mostly avoided the war touching its lands, and so there hadn’t really been a need to rebuild anything. What needed time to recover were the people, who had fought and died in large numbers against Begnion and Daein. War was terrible for everyone, but there was a hard line with Laguz -- especially among the Beast tribe. They could very easily get carried away, but it was that exact same trait that made them so pleasant to be around in peacetimes.

Gallians treated one another like family, so, no matter where you went, you were most likely to be stopped multiple times for a friendly chat or at least a greeting. It was something Ike had adapted to fairly quick, in spite of his more reserved social nature. He may not be much of a talker, but he enjoyed the feel of friendly conversation, and many in Gallia considered him family just like any other born within their borders.

They ended up dawdling here and there, speaking of everything under the sun with those that wanted to talk. From the pleasant streak of weather they were having, to the growing relations with Beorc nations, to which meats taste best with what spices. Eventually, though, Ranulf pulled Ike down an overgrown little path. It led out of the city proper, and straight into the closeness of the forest. Not quite a jungle, Gallia’s “sea of trees” was still impressive to behold. The forests here were old and hardly infringed upon, unlike in Crimea, where woods were chopped down for farmland. The air was thick and humid, dampening their hair as they continued along the path Ranulf was following.

“We’re almost there,” Ranulf assured his companion, looking back over his shoulder at Ike. It’d been a while since they’d trekked through the forest like this, and the path wasn’t exactly an easy one, but Ike was plugging along right behind him, not seeming too put out by the exertion. Sweat clung to his skin, and he was huffing and puffing a bit more than he would have back in the war, but there was obviously a pleasure to it all for the Beorc, even if it was more work nowadays. Sitting still for too long wasn’t something Ike did, so a hike like this was still considered relaxing to him.

“You say that like just coming out here isn’t enough for me,” Ike mused in an easy tone, his earlier discomfort clearly evaporated the further into the dense woods they got. “I like people well enough...even when they’re being outright ass-kissers, but this…?” The Crimean took a deep breath, a rare, unfettered smile on his face as he stared up into the canopy of trees above them. “The only thing that beats it is Serenes, and there’s...something about that forest that nothing else quite matches.”

Ranulf understood what Ike was saying. He’d been able to visit Serenes several times since it had been restored, and it was like stepping into another world entirely -- even as a Laguz. It was a place of peace, one that had endured great violence, but you felt like you could stay there forever, and never have the urge to fight again in the most calming of ways.

“Well, this might not be Serenes, but I think you’ll find it to be perfectly pleasant all on its own,” the Laguz practically purred, tail quivering in excitement as they finally reached their destination. A small clearing between the trees, easy to walk by if you don’t have the nose for finding things, a clear pool of water nestled among the soft grass. “Figured a little soak would do us both some good. Proper baths are all well and good, of course, but a good dip out in nature? Perfection,” he grinned, grabbing Ike by the arm and pulling him through the trees to reach the clearing.

“Hold on, hold on-- Can I at least get out of my clothes before you shove me in for a bath?” Ike laughed, deep and baritone in a way that set a shiver up Ranulf’s spine.

Eyes slitting in another wild grin, Ranulf released his grip on Ike and removed his hat in one smooth movement, tossing it at the base of one of the trees. Deft fingers started to work on the rest of his attire, a nonverbal cue for Ike to follow suit and hurry it up. Not one to be left behind, Ike was quick to start undressing. Ranulf wouldn’t deny that he watched from the corner of his eye.

Ike had a very similar stature to his father, big and bulky, especially for a Beorc. Now, where Greil had been obviously strong, his frame had clearly thinned out a little with his age; bulk and obvious muscle downsizing to more of a leaner musculature -- though there had still been an undeniable power to him. Ike was still in his prime, young and healthy. He was built like a brick house, his training so highly focused on fighting with Ragnell against a heavily armored foe that the only real result was for him to go from a somewhat stocky teenager to a heavyweight adult. His arms were still well muscled from years of swordplay, but months of a more lax living style had softened his edges more than just a little. As Ike tugged his shirt off, it was still possible to see those powerful muscles that caught the attention of many, but they were no longer prominent on his form. Good food, and lots of it, had generously applied a soft brush to his battle-hardened appearance.

His shoulders were broad and scarred, Ranulf’s eyes slowly grazing down lower to rounded pecs -- still firm, but meatier than they had been before. Further down, of course, was that near unfillable gut of his. Bare to the air now, it was clear to see that the Radiant Hero was well and into his retirement; his stomach was soft and pale, pooching over the belt of his trousers as he kicked off his boots. Ranulf’s tail flicked, the only obvious betrayal to his desire, already making plans in his head to get a good grab at those love handles that had settled in so naturally at Ike’s sides. Even if Ike sucked in his stomach and stretched, Ranulf would bet you wouldn’t be able to even see his ribs anymore.

Thick fingers started to undo the belt at his waist, and Ranulf swore that Ike was catching on, being a Gods damned tease about it all. A calloused thumb brushed along the underside of that well-fed belly, having to push some of the pillowy flesh out of the way to properly get at the buckle digging in to his gut.

It was sinful, and Ranulf wasn’t half as good about getting teased as he was at teasing. He diverted his attention to his own clothes, tossing them to the ground where his hat lay in record time. It was always nice to just let loose every now and then, Ike giving him a little striptease -- aware of it or not -- was just the big, juicy cherry on top. “You joining me or what, big guy?” he asked, taking a leap into the water. It was deep enough to be able to jump in like that and not injure yourself, the water sun-warmed and clear enough to see down to to the rocky bottom.

Ranulf stayed under the water for a moment, trying to collect himself. Eventually, he needed air, and so he broke the surface with an exhilarated gasp. He shook his head, flicking water out of his ears, eyes blinking open just in time to catch Ike jumping in after him, finally free of his belt and trousers.

Damn, that had been a short glimpse, but what a perfect ass.

“Pretty great, right? Do I know my relaxing getaways, or do I know my relaxing getaways?” Ranulf sung his own praises as soon as Ike resurfaced, the both of them resting against the grassy edge of the pool.

“Wouldn’t dream of going to anyone else for such advice,” Ike responded, running a hand through his wet hair.

They sat there for a moment, taking in the quiet of their surroundings. Ike with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, Ranulf sneaking as many looks as he could without getting called out so fast.

“...I do mean that, you know,” Ike spoke up suddenly, causing Ranulf to jolt a little, disturbing the water around them. The mercenary didn’t seem to take notice, or, if he did, he didn’t mention it. “I find myself...most at ease around you, and I don’t...just mean right now.”

Ranulf blinked at that, ears pricking forward as he listened. Ike wasn’t the sort of person you rushed or pushed into finishing his thoughts.

Ike dropped his arm back into the water, hair sticking up at odd angles. “You were always someone I could just...be with, regardless of what was going on. You’d worry about me or tease the hell out of me, but you never treated me as anyone but who I was. I’ve always appreciated that…”

Ranulf nudged the other’s shoulder, “Goes both ways, you know. You don’t have a disingenuous bone in your body, Ike. You might need correcting here and there, but you’ve always been open to learning how to treat people like...well, like people, no matter who they are.”

Ike rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his attention elsewhere. Gave Ranulf a nice view of his softened jawline, and that shouldn’t have been so attractive for how small a detail it was, but there it was, drawing his attention anyway. “I’m just trying to say…,” Ike trailed off, mumbling the last few words, even Ranulf’s good hearing not quite able to make out the garbled sentence.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were getting shy on me!” he laughed, though it was purely endearing rather than derisive.

The younger man’s gaze snapped back to Ranulf, cheeks tinged in a soft red that couldn’t be blamed on their hiking activities from earlier. “I like you. A lot,” Ike finally fumbled out in that blunt manner of his, hands fidgeting under the water. “I’d just...also understand if…”

Ranulf quirked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth edging up in amusement. Really, it was so easy to forget how young Ike was as a Beorc, and that the poor bastard really hadn’t had many opportunities to test out the battlefield that was courting someone once he’d properly come of age. “Mm, if I...what?” the Cat pressed, sliding in closer to Ike, his knee bumping up against the other’s thigh.

To his credit, Ike didn’t shy away from the contact, though he couldn’t quite seem to meet Ranulf’s gaze either. Huffing out a breath, Ike rubbed a rough palm over the curve of his stomach, shrugging his shoulders, “I’d understand if you weren’t really...interested that way. I’m not the brightest guy around, but I’m not totally oblivious. I know I’m not the same as I was not even a year ago now.”

A snort escaped Ranulf, and he couldn’t help laughing at the insinuation. Really, Ike might not be totally oblivious, but he didn’t catch a lot of things -- that, or Ranulf was better at being sneaky than he had originally thought. “Have I been treating you any different than usual?” he asked, giving Ike a serious look in spite of his jovial tone.

Ike seemed temporarily taken aback by his friend’s reaction, gears moving slowly in his head as he started to put things together. “...No, you haven’t.”

The Laguz cocked an eyebrow, waiting for it all to fall into place for the Ike.

Brow furrowed, Ike eventually made a noise of understanding, a quiet sort of oh.

Ranulf hummed, shifting in the water so that he was practically straddling Ike, legs locked about the mercenary’s thighs and hands going to squeeze at his soft sides. “Yup,” he confirmed, popping the p on his yup, “Let me make it perfectly clear, just so we don’t have any further...snags. I’ll take you anyway you’ll give yourself to me. This way, that way, whatever way you’re comfortable with. I’m interested in you, you idiot; soft edges or hard ones, it’s all just a bonus.”

Ike shook his head, a small but genuine smile on his face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Returning the smile, Ranulf allowed himself to get comfortable. “So, if we’re to really relax, I’m guessing we’ll need a bit of a break from Tellius, hm?”

“Well...That was my plan, but you’ve got Skrimir to rein in--”

“Pretty sure they can find another right hand man...So, as I was saying...Where’re we off to first?”

Ike thought for a moment, closing the short gap still left between them; a sweet, brief kiss, Ranulf’s lean form pressed close to his thicker one. “Somewhere we can enjoy a meal together.”

[felixthekoala]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*soft bias tag*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

tagged by: @bangchcn and @changbeanie ily guys <333

So, after popular request, I decided to do this for Jeongin, even though he’s technically not my bias, I’m just scared of Felix rn lol.

(Lemme just warn you I kinda got carried away lol)

*♡  ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 1. Who is your bias?

Felix, but I’m doing this for Jeongin!

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 2. What made you notice them?

I’m gonna answer this as what made me first start straying into his lane.  So he’s always been a wrecker of mine because we’re similar and we’re close in age, plus I love his eyes so much and his personality is just so lovable.  Also his singing voice gives me chills.  I just love Jeongin oof.  But he’s really become a huge wrecker for me ever since I went on asc and my friends (who call themselves love detectives XD) were convinced that he had a crush on me, and while I don’t fully believe it bc like that’s impossible esp for me lol, his reactions and stuff were cute and it just made me soft seeing him be so sweet and adorable when interacting with me.  And then I started watching a bunch of videos of him and stuff and I’m even softer for him.  Yeek someone help me.  

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 3. What’s your favorite thing about them?

Oof this is hard.  I really love his eyes, but I think the thing I like most about him is his smiley personality.  his smile is so beautiful and I love the fact that he started smiling more when he was told people were scared of him because he looked intimidating.  I actually can relate to that, because when I was in middle school as well, people thought I was mean because I had rbf.   Also I just love his interactions with the other members, especially Seungmin and he’s such an underrated meme like the faces he makes XD  Also the way he literally freezes when he does aegyo is like the cutest thing ever???  Like what’s not to love about him tbh.  But anyway yeah he’s just such a sweetheart and he’s so precious. 

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 4. Who would initiate skinship more?

honestly, I’m not sure, because we’ve seen him reject the members countless times, but idk if that’s him trying to maintain his savage maknae image or if he really isn’t comfortable with that sort of thing.  I am a koala though, and I even cuddle anything next to me when I’m sleeping, so I’d probably unintentionally initiate skinship constantly, so probs me?  But like I’ve seen him interacting with Felix on vlives and like Felix one time just leaned back on him and was like playing with his knee and Jeongin actually like lowkey put his hand through Felix’s arm and it was really subtle but sweet and adorable so I feel like he might do like really lowkey stuff like that that he might not realize at first?  Like absent-mindedly putting his hand on my arm or elsewhere and stuff like that.  Idk I just feel like he isn’t as afraid of cooties as he seems but he’s still pretty shy.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 5. Who would hog blankets more?

oof me.  I pull blankets off everyone.  But I can see Jeongin being like one of those grumpy sleepers who fights back so it’d turn into an all-out blanket war with neither of us conscious and we’d wake up with random footprints and bruises on each other XD

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 6. Who would be more clingy?

Probs me tbh, unless he was like really whipped for me, but I feel like this boy would try to seem cool or whatever and be like that subtle clingy type, like pretends he doesn’t care but comes up with excuses for his s/o to stay with him.  Like ya know that typical “you should be near me so you don’t die of hypothermia” kinda thing.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 7. Who would say ‘I love you’ first?

honestly, probably him because I’d be so scared of being rejected I’d wait for him to say it first, which might take a while lol.  Watch it be like months of us shying away from saying it but talking about it 

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･  8. Who would be more easily flustered?

Jeongin is a shy floof, so probs him, but like that boy makes my heart race so idk we might be equal...  Like we’d take turns making each other flustered.

“Hey Cait”

“hehe hey Jeongin”

“Hehe u look nice today”

“Hehe u look even better”

*both faces red as tomatoes*

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 9. What cuddling position would you two have?

I’m the little spoon all the way.  But like couch cuddling (if he’d permit it lol) I’d def just like curl up with my head on his shoulders and his arm around me cuz that’s like my fav position.  When I sleep, like I’ve said before, I am literally a koala, like anyone or anything that is in bed with me (ask my various friends who have shared a bed with me on school trips lol they have some hilarious stories XD) will end up with all of my limbs (arms and legs) wrapped tightly around them and my head tucked into them.  So I feel like Jeongin is just gonna end up getting used to me falling asleep while with him and wrapping my entire body around him.  who knows?  Maybe he’d eventually find it endearing/enjoyable XD.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 10. Which colours remind you of them and why?

pink, bc both of us really love pink and pink is a soft color just like that soft boy.  Also he said he wants to dye his hair hot pink and I’m actually dyeing my hair rose gold next week so lol we could be the pink 01 liner squad/duo  jkjk idk what im saying lol

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 12. Which season would you like to spend with them?

all of them autumn.  Autumn is my favorite season, and plus it’s the season for cozying up by the fire with my favorite autumn scented candles and hot apple cider and I can bake cookies and pies and stuff.  And autumn is also halloween, so we could wear amazing couple costumes and eat a bunch of candy and watch scary movies together (with me ending up in his lap hiding my face in his chest bc I’m the jumpiest person ever).  It’s also the time my family tends to go to Disneyland, so I could go there with him over Thanksgiving while the festival of holidays is going on so we can go on all the special revamped rides and eat a bunch of the special foods and enjoy the ambiance and take a million cute couple photos at different parts of the park and go on California screamin and the Guardians ride a million times and take adorable photos on them as well.  Oof I’m sorry I could go on about all the Autumn things I’d kill to do with Jeongin omg

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 13. Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

I’d bake and he’d steal the batter, but I’d def take a bunch too.  Tbh, it’d end up a full-out batter battle with more batter on our faces/in our hair than in the bowls.  Then we’d just go out for ice cream XD

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 14. Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

I’d make the bad puns and he’d half judge me half laugh shyly bc he thought it was cute?  (this is hypothetical, if he liked me lol just gotta remind y’all i don’t actually think Jeongin thinks I’m cute XD)  

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 15. Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

BOTH OF US  I already have 3 dogs and 2 cats and I’m sure Jeongin would love all of them, but he’d also want one that was like ours so he’d probs get at least another puppy and name it some cute name that’s like an inside joke or something that only we would get.  Or tbh he’d name it a marvel name like Loki bc we’re both geeks like that XD  (one of my cats’ full name is Loki’s Bolt of Chaos, so...)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 16. Which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen try to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

I’d def burn down the kitchen, I’ve already burned myself countless times and set myself and my school’s chem lab on fire...  and Jeongin would come in a panic and try to stop the fire but he’d be clueless how to stop it and end up having to call Chan to help.  Cut to twenty minutes later after all the boys were dragged out of bed by the commotion, glaring at me and Jeongin while Chan lectured us about the dangers of trying to make a snack at 3am while half asleep.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 17. Who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

He’d lean over and I’d pull him back because one of the major fears I have is losing things I love over a railing/bridge (ahem my phone, I always have a hulk-like grip on it when on bridges and the like) so I’d be terrified he would fall off and if he didn’t go down immediately I’d probably have a panic attack and end up crying bc like I said that’s like one of my biggest fears and I couldn’t afford to lose him.  Obvs my crying would make him immediately jump down and see what was wrong.  And after that I’d hold his hand tight and make sure he didn’t get within 3 feet of a railing.

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 18. What would watching a horror film with them be like?

I feel like we’d both be pretty terrified (tho I’d def be more terrified cuz I’m the jumpiest person ever), and Jeongin would try to seem cool but inside he’d end up being too scared to go to sleep that night and we would just end up staying up and talking and watching comedies and stuff.  Maybe he’d find it cute when I squeaked and jumped during the horror movie??  Idk lol

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 19. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

I feel like both of us would be the shy flirt.  Like Jeongin is a shy floof and I just spazz out when trying to flirt, so I wouldn’t actually be able to flirt with him until I was more confident with our relationship.  Like I’m okay flirting around people I’m not crazy about, but with Jeongin I’d be super shy and end up tripping over a trashcan and falling on top of it as a result of me trying to look cool in front of him.  (funny story that actually happened to me.  The guy definitely noticed me lol.  And talked to me.  Literally just to ask me if I was okay bc he saw the whole thing including me walking into two walls right before then... yea... and that’s def not the only time I’ve embarrassed myself and spazzed out in front of my crushes...)

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 20. Who is more competitve?

Probs me.  But when I like someone I either turn like extremely competitive to look good in front of them or whatever or I do the exact opposite and let them win bc I don’t want them to feel bad or be annoyed by me.  But with Jeongin I can totally see myself getting super competitive with him while baking cookies or something and we like turn it into a contest to see who can make the best cookies and then he tries to sabotage my batter and I try to retaliate and it ends with both of us on the floor covered in flour and chocolate

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 21. Who would have to be given constant reminders? (Remember to eat, don’t forget to your keys, etc)

Probably Jeongin, like I’d take care of him whenever and obvs I’d be constantly worried about him, but I feel like he’d nag me for being awake/on my phone at 4:00am and I’m very forgetful and all that lol.  I can see him trying to seem all judgey or savage ahem fact attack Jeongin u guys like “tf are you doing up, we both know you need that beauty sleep” but after a few months of me panicking and thinking he actually meant exactly what he said, I’d realize that’s just Jeongin’s way of showing he cares so I’d start sassing him back and wow I just turned this into a rant/me just droning on about texting Jeongin someone help me

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 22. Who sends memes and who sends cute ‘I miss you’ texts at 3am?

I’d def send memes and tbh he would too lol, but if either of us sent like a sweet serious text (esp him), we’d reply with a lovely wholesome meme (esp me).  But tbh once I got comfortable around him (cuz I’d be shy af at first), I’d def just send him a million sweet messages, although tbh I’d more likely call him 24/7 bc I miss him and I’d say it to him over the phone as opposed to through message.

tagging: @doublekn0t  (I made this extra long and detailed just for you def not bc I got carried away in my love for Jeongin heh)  @realstraykids @maaatryoshka @kpop-stole-my-lyfe @minhomygod @straycuties @bangchanmix @bangchant @bangchcn @meatmeinthemiddle-mark @strgaykids @himeaegyo @hey-hey-chan @jiisung @xxstraykids @s0ftminho @busanjeongin@awoojinstan @bangchanstic

[winedwords]

Adam| Gasoline ½ | Cole

Title; Gasoline Part 1/2

Pairing; Adam Cole/reader 

Words; ~3,200

Summary; You’d do just about anything to win. And you really did mean anything. Part ½

 A/N: Repost from the old blog. 

 And being accompanied by The Most Dangerous Woman in the World, (Y/N), the challengers from Detroit, Michigan, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin, the Motor City Machine Guns! 

This was it. This was the big one. Everything we had been working for was tonight.

The shot at the Ring of Honor tag team titles, currently held by Bullet Club’s Young Bucks. 

Chris and Alex were overjoyed when they became the number one contenders. I had been a little bit more reserved. The Young Bucks meant Bullet Club members, at the very least Adam Cole, at ringside. 

I could game plan for the Young Bucks, but having the entire Club at ringside to hold on to their last gold? That proved more challenging. 

Getting Hangman Page out of the picture had been easy. Just had to say the right words to both the Hangman and Bobby Fish, two notorious hot heads, and they became embroiled in their own vicious feud. It didn’t 100% remove the Hangman from ringside, but if shit went pear shaped, I knew I could count on Bobby flying down the ramp to get involved. He’d even said as much when I had run into him at the airport as we were traveling to this show. 

The two Gorillas of Destiny were thankfully called to Japan by the head of the Japanese Bullet Club, Kenny Omega. Rumor had it that there were going to be shenanigans at one of the tournaments the Club was in. 

Cole was the wild card, the one I wasn’t entirely sure how to plan for. When the Machine Guns became the number one contenders, he was beside himself, trashing the Bullet Club locker room. Cole had already had a thundercloud following him after the loss of his title at Final Battle to Kyle O'Reilly. Now? He stalked around backstage like a lion with a sore paw and an even nastier disposition. The former champion had been prone to snapping at the stage hands in the back even on the best of his days, now he snarled and lashed out at everyone for the smallest of things. 

Adam Cole was not a man that appreciated or would respond well to being manipulated. He was like fire; all consuming, mercurial, and passionate to the point of obsession in his pursuits. He was ruthless, reckless, charming, and cocksure and damned if that alone wasn’t catnip to me. 

Even given his faults, I’d be remiss in saying he wasn’t beautiful. Tall and strong, long dark hair and too-blue eyes, with high cheekbones and a jaw line sharp enough to cut glass. Top it all off with the scruff along his jaw and a cocky smirk that made my stomach do backflips…

I shook my head, trying to get those kinds of thoughts out of my mind. The tense game of cat and mouse that had been played between myself and Adam Cole for weeks now. What had started as flirtatious smiles and winks had steadily progressed into sly games of grab ass. I wasn’t sure who was the cat and who was the mouse. I knew he was doing it to get under my skin and I was strong enough to admit it was kind of working. 

This is why I had brought a couple… equalizers to ringside. 

The roar of the crowd in Las Vegas made my blood sing and the brass knuckles in my jacket pockets clinked against me with every step that I took towards the ring, between Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley. The brass knuckles were only there if things went really bad, because I was counting on this ridiculously skimpy ring gear I had poured myself into to help serve as a distraction for Adam Cole. Chris had raised his brows and Alex had wolf whistled when I had met them at the gorilla because of the neckline I had cut myself into my Machine Guns shirt, the amount of midriff and tits showing, and the particularly risqué pair of hot pants. The only thing that provided even a hint of modesty was my trademark leather jacket. 

The crowd had noticed too. The pop we normally got was intermixed with wolf whistles and catcalls. Both Chris and Alex chuckled under their breath as I hammed it up, winking at members of crowd and adjusting my shirt suggestively.  

It was during this playful interaction with the crowd that Bullet Club’s music hit and the crowd lost it. 

Being accompanied by Adam Cole, representing Bullet Club, they are the ROH Tag Team Champions of the World, Nick and Matt Jackson, the Young Bucks! 

 And so it begins. I turned towards the ramp, just to be met by a heated stare from Adam Cole. He was trying hard, very hard to not give a visible reaction to my appearance, but he was betrayed by the rapid clenching of his jaw and the pupils of his too-blue eyes were blown out. I schooled my face into a taunting smirk but my knees were a little weak and my stomach was filled with butterflies of anticipation. 

As the three members of Bullet Club made their way to the ring, I climbed onto the apron and motioned to both Alex and Chris that there needed to be a quick team meeting. 

“This is it guys. The match for the titles. I need you all to kick ass and not worry about Cole at ringside. I’ll handle him but I’m not gonna be able to do much else. Whatever happens, and I do mean whatever happens, unless I’m knocked out cold or being choked out with barbed wire, do not react to what’s going on at ringside." 

Both of the men from Detroit looked like they had swallowed a lemon. 

"Are you sure about this, (Y/N)? He’s a piece of shit and he won’t have any issues hurting you,” questioned Chris, his brows furrowed tight together. 

“Let me worry about Cole. I promise I have him handled, just take care of business. ” That half truth sounded convincing even to me. I was 75% sure I could handle this. 

Both of them still looked unconvinced but they begrudgingly nodded. 

“You be careful out there, (Y/N). If shit goes bad I want you to get out of here.” Alex said as he pulled me into a quick side hug. 

“Don’t worry about me. You got this. I’m gonna make this playing field as even as possible, by any means possible. ” With that, I hopped off the apron to the floor so the match could start. I looked towards the opposite corner of the ring, to be met with three pairs of eyes. The Young Bucks were staring at me with curiosity, like I was a puzzle to be figured out. Adam Cole’s face was practically thunderous and I wasn’t sure why. 

I didn’t get time to ponder as the bell rung. It was gonna be Alex starting off against Matt. They circled each other once and then locked up. It was a couple moments of grappling before Alex brought his knee into Matt’s abdomen and Irish whipped the Young Buck into the corner. I slammed my hands twice into the apron and crowed my approval. Across the ring, Adam scowled and I made sure to preen and blow him an exaggerated kiss. The crowd, having caught the exchange, cheered and his scowl deepened as he began to pace in the Bucks’ corner. 

This continued throughout the early moments of the match. Momentum shifted both to the Machine Guns and the Bucks, but never for very long. Adam and myself would trade flirtatious taunts whenever the momentum shifted but we stayed to our respective corners. The closest we had gotten to each other had been when Nick had landed a super kick on Chris; Adam had come to my side of the ring and had yelled at me to suck it while thrusting his hips at me. I didn’t even get a chance to respond in kind because Alex had charged in front of me after breaking up the count in the ring. Adam had backed off and moved to his corner of the ring, his hands up in mock surrender and an insufferable smirk on his face. Nigel himself was standing at the announce table in indignation. I couldn’t hear what the British man was saying over the raucous chants of “Super kick!”

It was too good to last. 

The Machine Guns had finally had the momentum swing their way for more than a couple sequences. Alex and Chris had dived through the ropes from the ring onto the Bucks and Adam Cole, who were attempting to regroup at ringside. The men from Detroit pushed their opponents back into the ring and Adam decided now was the time to make a move. He’d jumped up on the ring apron and began screaming absolute filth at the referee. The ref was too distracted to see Alex pinning Nick and I took off towards Adam Cole. He must not have seen me, as I was able to get behind him, grab both ankles, and with using most of my strength, I jerked Adam from the apron to the floor. He hit his head on the apron with a crack and I froze a couple feet away from him. It wasn’t until he swung his head towards me with a glare that I shot back to my corner, with Adam hot on my heels. I had almost made it to the announce table, where I was hoping to hide behind Nigel, the Matchmaker, whom I knew was a little sweet on me. 

Emphasis on the almost. I was maybe fifty feet away when I felt two arms wrap around my waist in a steel like grip and I was wrenched around. Chris Sabin saw as well and he made his way towards us from the other end of the ring, but he stopped and returned to the match at the subtle shake of my head. 

Every nerve ending in my body felt like a live wire. Adam was practically wrapped around me like a turtle shell and I’ll be damned if the feel and heat of his body against mine didn’t make me wet. He picked me up and practically frog marched me away from the relative safety of the announce table to a neutral corner. 

“I didn’t wanna do this sweetness. Especially with you looking like a fuckin’ wet dream,” he murmured into my ear, the iron like grip loosening around my waist as he set me down. It was enough for me to break the hold the former champion had on me and stumble backwards, to get a couple feet of distance between the two of us. I had the shake the fog from my brain that his touch caused. I needed to be aware of my surroundings both for my sanity and safety, given that both teams in the ring were prone to flying over the ropes. 

“You don’t gotta do anything you don’t want to, handsome. This is all in good fun.” I flicked my hair back with a wink, “fixing” my cropped shirt by pulling it down a little farther to expose more cleavage. Adam’s stare was hot as his eyes dragged from my face, to lingering on my chest, down my bare legs, and back up again. 

“You just gotta name the time and place for us to have some fun bay bay. You and I could be real good together. You didn’t need to ruin it by pulling me off the apron,” His smirk was predatory as he began to take slow steps towards me. A rapid glance into the ring revealed that my Machine Guns had the upper hand yet again versus the Bucks. 

Just a little bit longer. 

I stood my ground and maintained eye contact, mainly because I wasn’t sure if my legs would cooperate given how they felt like jello. “I can’t let you interfere in this match Adam. Though I am very, very sorry that that face of yours hit the apron. I’d hate for something to happen to it. ” Was that really my voice sounding so husky? A glance at Adam though left me reassured that he was just as effected by our little game as me. The pupils of his too-blue eyed were almost completely blown out, leaving just a sliver of blue, and the bulge in his wrestling trunks seemed to be more pronounced than usual. 

“I’m sure we can find a way for you to make it up to me, sweetness. I’ll only make you beg for my forgiveness a little.” He was now so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of his body and his hands skimming the sides of my hips. My skin broke out in goose flesh at the touch of his fingers and I began to panic through the pink haze that was taking over my brain. 

His hands were dangerously close to feeling the brass knuckles stashed in the pockets of my leather jacket. I had to do something extreme to distract him. 

“Do you promise?” I asked coyly, inching a little closer to him and making sure to tilt my head up to look at the former champion. The licking and biting of my lower lip was unintentional, but the glancing at Adam’s lips was intentional and exaggerated. Victory flashed in his eyes, accompanied by promises for much more pleasurable activities. “Oh sweetness, I would never joke about something like this.” He said as his left hand started to travel upwards, inside my jacket and up my rib cage. 

Fuck it. I had to break out the big guns. I leaned in just a touch closer and let my right had begun to wander up Adam’s right arm in itsy bitsy spider motions, then across his shoulder towards his neck. Wherever my fingers went, the corresponding muscles in that area contracted and my mouth went a little dry just watched those muscles tense. I was always an arm girl. It was now or never though. 

Mustering up all my courage, I grabbed Adam Cole by the base of the neck and pulled him towards me. Then it was just a little flex onto my toes and our mouths met. I only heard the roar of the crowd for but a moment before it was drowned out by the roaring of blood in my ears. The warring sensations of both the scratch of his facial hair and the softness of his mouth felt like a sensory overload. Just the touch of our mouths together felt like a lightening bolt straight to every erogenous zone and suddenly every article of clothing I was wearing felt entirely too constricting. 

A microsecond later, Adam’s arms dropped low, to the swell of my ass, tugging me a little bit closer to deepen the kiss. I wound my left arm over his shoulders to tangle in his hair. The kiss didn’t stay chaste for more than a couple moments. 

Say what you will about Adam as a person, but fuck, the man could kiss. Just enough tongue to make me tremble and teeth to make me whimper. The first time he caught a whimper over the din of the crowd, I could practically feel his self-congratulating smirk and the proverbial puffing of his chest. Feeling a little spiteful, I grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged. The ensuing moan I got from his lips was absolute filth and Adam pressed even closer to me. It took almost everything in me to not drag him to the back when I felt the growing hardness in his trunks. I had to shake the heated fog from my brain, I had to make sure that the Machine Guns won this. 

I cracked an eye open, mouth still feverishly attached to Adam’s, and surveyed the ring as discreetly as possible. Alex and Chris has taken my advice and ignored what was happening at ringside; Nick Jackson appeared to be knocked out cold and Alex and Chris were setting up Matt for the Made in Detroit - a vicious sit out powerbomb facelock combination from the top rope. I glanced back at Adam, eyes screwed shut, and knew I had to make my move and soon. 

I gave him one last nibble of his lower lip and a brush of my tongue against his in apology for what was to come, before I pulled back just enough so there was a fraction of space between us. I thought I even heard Adam whine at the back of his throat as I pulled away. 

���Sorry ‘bout this handsome.”

He didn’t have time to react before I brought my knee up hard into his groin. The air in his lungs rushed out of his body and the mostly male crowd “oooh’d” in sympathy. Adam was doubled over in pain, his hands moving to guard his groin. My hands shot to my pockets to try to get the knuckles on. Based off of the fading pain and growing rage on Adam’s contorted face, I only had a couple of seconds before he recovered enough to retaliate. 

I fumbled too long for my comfort with the knuckles, pulling the right one out of my pocket and finally sliding it onto my hand. 

“Again, I’m real sorry handsome, I didn’t want it to be like this.”

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be sweet-”

He couldn’t get the endearment off of his tongue before I hit him with a brassknuckled right hook. Cole’s body went limp as the referee got to 3 in his count. The crowd went wild. 

The Motor City Machine Guns did it. They were tag team champions.

I wish I could say that I was happy on that moment, but it felt like my body temperature had dropped below freezing and every endorphin has just rushed out of my body all at once. It took everything in me to slide into the ring to celebrate with Alex and Chris, my body shaking as I pulled myself up to my feet. I like to think that even in the glory of the win, both Alex and Chris could sense something was wrong, as I was rapidly pulled into a sweaty group hug. 

“We’re gonna talk about it later, (y/n).” Chris murmured as he pressed his lips into my hairline. 

“Guys I don’t want to rain on your parade, but I need to get out of here. ” I whispered shakily, my right hook was good even without brass knuckles, but Adam was tough son of a bitch and he would be up any minute now. Alex’s arms squeezed around my shoulders comfortingly. “Let’s get out of here doll." 

With Shelley’s arm over my shoulder and Sabin’s arm around my waist, we made our way out of the ring. I felt like I was in a fog and I didn’t even see who held the second rope for me to hop out to the floor. Our entire way from the ring, the Machine Guns flanked me on either side, an arm from each supporting my shaky legs and I up the ram. 

"This isn’t over, (y/n)! Not by a fucking long shot!" 

The bellowing from the ring was enough to make the three of us turn. Adam was in the ring, flanked by the battered Young Bucks, his jaw already turning colors. Even from the top of the ramp, I could see the nuclear heat in his eyes practically searing into me as he was leaning against the ringpost and turnbuckle. Alex began to tug me towards the curtain, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away, even if my feet were begrudgingly cooperating. Adam’s final words were echoing into my ears as we moved behind the curtain. 

"You can’t run from me, (y/n)!" 

[humblydefiant]

10 questions

Sooooo... I was tagged by several wonderful, amazing people on this and I decided to just tackle them all in one big post (but I’ll put it under a cut so I don’t make people’s thumbs bleed). Thank y’all for being patient and for including me (and at least it didn’t take me a month this time!). I know I haven’t been around much lately and it’s driving me nuts cause I miss talking to everyone. :( But, here are the lovely peeps and their questions and then my questions and tags below. Oh, and I’m answering in the order I received these, but you are all my favorite children (don’t tell the others).

My beautiful new friend @sweet-ree asked:

1. What’s your sign? Birthday? I’m a Taurus still (I think - wasn’t there something a while back where they were adding a new sign? Did I dream that - I don’t keep up with the news). My bday is April 26, 19xx.

2. Favorite cocktail? (If you don’t drink, favorite concoction?) I like Jack on the rocks (yes the drink and yes my husband, preferably both). If I’m mixing, then I use Ginger Ale with Canadian whisky. I call it a Canadian Ginger (I dunno if there is a real name for it).

3. Do you have any special/unusual/secret talents? I really want to degrade myself here (I’m really good at that!) but I will refrain. But honestly, I can’t think of a thing. I got nothin.

4. What is a personal accomplishment you are proud of? Did anyone tell you that you couldn’t do it? Breaking away from my parents’ world view. I’m the only one in my family who isn’t wrapped up in religious bull shit (and please understand I’m not dissing religious people in general - just their particular brand of it). Like I still wonder how I did it. Being gay had a lot to do with it I guess.

5. What is your favorite stuffed animal? Current please (and don’t tell me you don’t have any, I’m over 40 and I have lots incl a giant Appa, I wont believe you) LOL  Um... I don’t have any. I swear! Well, that’s not true. I have an old Ty stuffed bear (do you remember those Ty animals that were so big in the late nineties/early 00s?). An old boyfriend gave it to me. I got rid of him but I still have the bear somewhere. So I guess it’s my favorite by default. (I swear sweet-ree... I would totally own up if I had stuffed animals.)

6. Favorite fic writers? Oh lawd. I am surrounded by so many amazing fic writers here on tumblr it puts me to shame. And I don’t have the time I wish I had to read everything. But I’m lucky that pretty much all of them have me as a mutual (and that makes me really happy). And some of my mutuals have done a couple of short fics and I wish they would do more! And I’m stalling cause I’m terrified I will name some and inadvertently leave others out... and I’m sorry if I do... but... @nightmarestudio606 @bagog @bardofheartdive @ellebeedarling @estalfaed @missannaraven are the most prolific ones but there are many others that I love to and oh shit I’m sorry if I can’t list everyone.

7. Phrase from a video game which became like a mantra to you? (one of my favorite questons!) I don’t know about a mantra (maybe an internal one) but Zaeed’s battle cry in ME2 of “Sit down” is great. I was actually thinking of this the other day. I’d really like to say this to a lot of people as I knock them on their ass.

8. Who was your first fictional crush? (another favorite) I think it was Aquaman [don’t judge]. I really couldn’t tell you why. 

9. Any kinks you’d like to share? Oh, gee. Probably what I would think of as a kink others might think of as vanilla. I guess the dirtiest I ever get is water sports (and its not that I’m really into that but I’m not opposed to it either). Plus, I’m better at giving than receiving - if that’s even close to the right terminology cause (as I was told by a urologist once) I could strip the bark off of a tree and I can do it while erect. Hmmmm... I think I might have just identified a new career path... ;)

10. Post a gif/smiley face/pic/emoji of your current mood.

Me reading the answers to the questions of the people who tagged me. :)

The über talented @missannaraven asked:

1. If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Dark chocolate. Not too dark. 80% max. But yeah. I love it. And, if it were all I was eating then I wouldn’t live long and I’d want to die happy.

2. Do you have any nicknames? If not, is there one you’d like to have?

No official ones, no. A lot of my friends call me Ty. A certain circle of friends call me Tysonia (er, you’d just have to know them… they’re special lol). And most of my tumblr friends call me Humbles or some variation thereof, even when they know my real name. It’s funny, when @bardofheartdive came to visit me and she met some of my friends, she referred to me as Humbles and it took my friends a bit of time to realize she was talking about me. haha

3. If you won the lottery tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d buy?

Buy? Hell, I’d put it in the bank. I could just live off the interest. But, I would however pay off my school loan (cause I live in America and it costs a lot of money to obtain useless degrees)

4. Are you a morning person or a night person?

I used to consider myself a night person but I’m old now and suddenly not so much. At 10:30 I’m like, guys I gotta get home my jammies are calling. Well, I don’t wear jammies but it works metaphorically.

5. Do you consider yourself a good cook?

No. I cook. But I don’t consider myself a good cook. I’m not sure if anyone else does either. And I obsessively follow recipes. Like I’ll stand with a cup of sugar in my hand and look at the recipe five times. Is this where I put it in? *that’s what he said* And what the hell does “fold gently mean”? I’m baking a cake not doing laundry.

6. What kinds of things really make you laugh?

Oh, I’m a sucker for sarcasm. But anything can make me laugh really. And I love to laugh.

7. What is your favourite way to spend a day off?

The answer to this is really sad. But playing video games. There are lots of other things I enjoy doing but my favorite thing is just getting lost in a game. Or, if other people are with me, I love playing board/card games to. I just like to have fun.

8. Do you have any pet peeves?

Yes, more than I will admit. I guess the biggest one is arrogance. It drives me freaking nuts. Like you human just like the rest of us. You didn’t put yourself here so get over yourself.

9. Who is your best friend?

Hmmm… this is a really tough question. It’s weird because the person I consider my best friend, I hardly ever see.  But he was there for me when no one else was back in some much darker days and I bonded with him in a way that has never been broken. He says the same but he lives far away and we both suck at actually checking in with each other. But yeah, I still consider him my best friend.

10. What should I know about you that I’d never think to ask?

Hell if I know. I’m not that interesting. I don’t really know what anyone would want to know about me. Hmmmm… let me think. Well, I mentioned school loans earlier. A lot of people don’t know that I have a masters in education though I’ve never been a teacher. I did student teaching and loved/hated it. I had a student find me on facebook and said I was the best teacher she had which made me super proud. I dunno, it’s the first thing that came to mind.

The splendiferous @you-are-a-program (he’s also one-half of Europe’s greatest power couple, just sayin) asked:

1 Favourite Bioware romance?

Anyone want to guess? Anyone? MSHENKO baby. Like, it’s the OTP to end all others.

2 Dragon Age or Mass Effect?

Mass Effect. Though I love Dragon Age (and actually played it first). They are both so good but Mass Effect has mshenko so...

3 Favourite game?

Ok, I’m going to steer myself away from Mass Effect *put it down boy... drop it! good boy* and go with the Uncharted series. I loves me some Nathan Drake. Non-video game-wise, @bardofheartdive introduced me to Pandemic which is a really awesome game.

4 Favourite song (right now)? 

“Can’t Afford It” by Runaground

5 Pizza or pasta? 

*bites nails* Um, pizza? Yeah. That’s my final answer. But barely. I love Italian food!

6 On a scale from ‘throw it into hellfire’ and ‘blessed item’, where do you think pineapple on pizza falls?

I am on the “throw it into hellfire” camp. I hate pineapple period. And I love pizza so it seems to be an unholy combination. BUT I have no problem with people who love it. Just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean others can’t. We can coexist.

7 Favourite 80s song? (come on guys we all have one don’t be shy)

Oh, hell, I ain’t shy. I love 80s music. And my fave song is “Don’t You Forget About Me” by Simple Minds. (Technically, “With Or Without You” by U2 is my fave but it kinda transcends any time period for me so...)

8 High socks or ankle socks (trying to sort out a fierce debate with the boyfriend tbh cause he’s part of the heathen ankle sock clan)

Gotta go with the BF on this one dude. Sorry. But, then, I am a heathen so - I guess that makes sense.

9 Cats, dogs or foxes?

Cats. Can’t have a cat cause of the hubs but I prefer them. But I love dogs, too. I’m sure I’d love foxes if I knew any.

10 And finally the most important question of all that tests a person’s character: opinions on Boney M’s Rasputin?

*throws down pencil* Welp, I’ve failed. Cause I don’t even know what that is. Does this make me a bad person? Or just an uncultured one?

Finally, the magnificent @shotce asked:

Which (video game) character do you most empathize with and why?

I’m tempted to say Shepard but that would be a lie. Shepard is someone I would love to be but could never. I really connect more with Ryder. They basically are just a regular person who gets thrust into a leadership role they weren’t prepared for and are constantly asking “um, am I doing this right cause I have no idea.” Plus, they have a sarcastic wit. So, yeah, that’s something I can definitely connect with. 

In ME3 did you pick Control, Synthesis or Destroy? Or which one did you favor when playing multiple times? If you didn’t play ME, which type of endings do you usually choose?

I tend to choose Destroy but not really for the moral reasons that most people do. More of a selfish reason that I can’t stand to see Shep sacrifice themselves and I hold out the hope they survive. However, I understand why Control and Synthesis are choices though. 

What is an otp you don’t post as much about? What about your notp?

Probably my other bioware OTP which is Garrett Hawke and Anders. I post about it some on my pinterest but I don’t love them so much to spend much time about it on here. And there are other ships that are in my head but aren’t true otps. A notp? I have plenty ships that I’m not interested in but I don’t rain on other people’s parades so I just keep those to myself. :)

Would you be interested in a flat Kaidan/mshenko sent out through the community?

Mmmm... I’m not sure what the question is. I’m sorry! If you clarify in the notes I’ll try to update!!! But I’m pretty much in support of Kaidan/mshenko in any form so I have a feeling the answer will be a YAS!

What is your favorite type of xover to read/see? Don’t like xovers? What’s a show/movie/fandom you’re into that’s rarely on your blog?

Oh gosh, I love the idea of crossovers and really any combination. @mshenkowithoutadoubt and @bardofheartdive have both brought up a Sense8/Mass Effect xover that sent my head spinning with possibilities. I’ve seen a lot of ME/Dragon Age crossovers that were really well done. Others that can be mixed/matched with reckless abandon: Fringe and Star Trek are just two of many that come to mind.

What trope is your favorite and which one do you despise?

Shotce, you are really cooking my noodle here. LOL I know what tropes are but don’t really ever think about them. So, I don’t know. haha

Do you have any gaming/writing rituals? (I.e. Cocktails, mood lighting)

For gaming, not really. I tend to get really ultra-sucked in so all other conscious awareness of reality kind of goes out the window. For writing - I can’t say I have a ritual (it would probably help me if I had one). I have a playlist I tend to put on when write. Cocktails help! lol But I rarely take part when I write.

What way do you like to shake off a bad day? Or what motivates you?

Playing video games help. As I said above, I tend to block out the rest of the world when I play. So goodbye bad juju. I also enjoy just browsing tumblr in bed, chatting with friends and soaking up some mshenko feels.

If you joined the Inquistion (or moved into a castle) where would you park your butt? Tavern? Library? The gardens? Stable?

The ramparts. I love the view!!! I’d have to make regular side trips to the library and chat/make out with Dorian. (I’ll just cut through Cullen’s office to ogle him teehee) 

What is your weapon of choice in most video games? Powers/biotics? Shotguns or arrows? Wit or strength?

Oh, I’m a vanguard boy. It’s a parallel for how I live my life. Rush headlong into situations without thinking about it, take stock of the situation, shit myself, then fight out of sheer desperation to get out of there. Conversely, my weapon of choice is a sniper rifle. Weird huh?

Ooookaaayy.  So I know I’m supposed to write my own questions and tag people but it took me so long to do this (not that I’m complaining at all - I normally eat this stuff with a spoon but I’m just pressed for time these days) that I can’t do that part right now. Maybe later and I will reference back to this??? Anyway, thank you for your time and attention. I know this was a lot. And for some reason I’m still babbling so... bye.

[y3llowf4ng-blog]

20 warriors questions

(note: these 20 questions are a tag made by butterflyidentity on youtube! even though i myself wasn’t tagged, i decided to answer these questions just so ya’ll don’t ask later :’) ) 

- how did you get into warriors? whooo boi, let’s go back to 2012, where i was obsessed with watching animations on youtube. i stumbled across  some rad cats fighting each other, then i got deeper into the fandom, spoiling myself even more, then i decided to buy in the books in norwegian but since the names were so badly translated (example, willowpelt is aquamarine in the norwegian books, do cats even know what an aquamarine is??) so i decided to purchase them on amazon in english! i’m currently on power of three, but i already know a lot of stuff. - favourite arc? out of all the three i have read (haven’t finished the third yet), definitely the first, original arc, the prophecies begin. everything’s really nice, tigerstar being the main villian of the first arc, us learning about all the clans and duties, it’s just amazing! imo the new prophecy is very boring, i mean, they’re on the go for 3 books, then they kinda get used to the territories and blah blah blah...

- favourite book? (excluding super editions, mangas, and novellas) forest of secrets!  so much stuff happens in that book, like silverstream dying, we find out who killed redtail, the battle with the rogues and tigerclaw getting exiled, i love it.

- favourite super edition, manga or novella? yellowfang’s secret!!

out of all the super editions, mangas and novellas i have (firestar’s quest, bluestar’s prophecy and the rise of scourge), yellowfang’s secret is definitely the best one. it’s probably because it’s set in a whole different clan. but when i first read the first chapters, i was enchanted! the description of the enviornrment (even though it was leafbare like 80% of the time) was amazing. it felt as if i was actually there, in shadowclan camp, and yellowfang’s exile broke my heart :’( 

- favourite clan? my fam riverclan (ironically i’m scared of swimming in rivers, oceans and lakes irl lmao)

- favourite character? MY GIRL YELLOWFANG!! i love her so much you have no idea, my lil grump (surprisingly i dislike jayfeather haha) <33 yellowfang will always be no. 1, but i also like russetfur, hollyleaf, tawnypelt, leopardstar,brackenfur, longtail and manyyyy more!

- least favourite character? foxheart. i DESPISE her. when reading yellowfang’s secret, she was probably the first character that i was really happy to see die and i just wanted to rip her guts out?? i mean gosh, she was the biggest bitch ever, getting under raggedstar’s paws 24/7, but i mean, he made foxheart deputy to make yellowfang jealous which is really bitchy too, but i don’t dislike raggedstar as much as foxheart, even though he was a dick sometimes. i also dislike spottedleaf, i mean jfc, firestar was wondering who to pick out of sandstorm and spottedleaf even though sandstorm was who he had kits with, and she stayed at his side every time, and spottedleaf was just a “childhood crush” of his, was it even ever mentioned in into the wild that he really liked her?? he just kinda said “goodbye my sweet spottedleaf” when she died, even though im pretty sure it never mentioned how he felt about her? correct me if i’m wrong, i still hate spottedleaf though, mooning over firestar from starclan.

- most aesthetically pleasing cat? mmm, goldenflower, tawnypelt and heatherstar i suppose! when it comes to goldenflower, i’m a sucker for golden tabby she-cats (i also have a lil headcanon that she wears a small flower behind her ear ovo). tawnypelt, i loveeeee pale tortoiseshells!! she’s a beaut. lastly, heatherstar! if you haven’t read any of the super editions you’re more than likely confused about who this is. she was a windclan leader before tallstar! pinkish-gray cats sound really cute to me, and i just cant really describe how i like her design?? jayfeather’s also cool when it comes to his design i guess *shrug*.

- favourite leader? my boy sunstar! he was a really good leader, sadly, his leadership didn’t last long because of stupid pinestar who had to leave thunderclan and because of that sunstar had 1 less life :/ he was also a very good mentor to bluepaw/fur/star! he’s a goof that i love :’)

- favourite villian? bad boy brokenstar. all the things he did, training kits under 6 moons to become apprentices, drive out the elders from camp into the forest, kill with no hesitation, yet i still like him. he’s great for some reason! 

- favourite medicine cat? i’d say yellowfang, but since she’s already my favourite character out of all, i’ll go with cinderpelt or goosefeather. cinderpelt because she’s also another goof, with a sad backstory (her leg), yet she’s still okay with it. goosefeather on the other hand, he’s another grump that i like! i have spoiled myself a lot already on goosefeather’s curse, and i’m guessing that he received alotta prophecies at once (idontreallyknow)? he already knew that tigerkit would grow up to be the danger of the forest even when he wasnt even an apprentice.  - overrated character? oh gee... scourge. that edgelord is overrated as heckk. i’m not the biggest fan of him, but i don’t hate him. i guess jayfeather is also overrated. some people even refer to him as “jaybae” which is um, bizarre i suppose.

- underrated character? good ol’ runningwind. he’s a great character, not to mention he’s actually mousefur’s brother, which i totally forgot about. tbh his death was kind of sad :/ STILL, i demand more fanart of runningwind >:(

- favourite minor character? thrushpelt, rosetail and brackenfur. they don’t get all the love they deserve which is really sad?? rosetail’s death was only mentioned like ONE time in into the wild, which sucks!! thrushpelt got rejected by bluefur, which is kinda sad, but he still promised her to keep her kits safe even though they weren’t his, which is very nice of him to stay strong even after getting rejected. brackenfur’s just someone who i liked from the beginning. he always stayed at his sister’s side (brackenfur & cinderpelt are one of my favourite silbings, only with ashfur and ferncloud in the front!).

- favourite pairing? either brightheart and cloudtail, or firestar and sandstorm. both pairings are cute as heck, even though both the toms kinda ignored their mate at some point (cloudtail & daisy and firestar & spottedleaf)

- least favourite pairing? leafpool and crowfeather. honestly it’s as if the erins just added it to make leafpool a more “interesting” character?? they chill out together away from the clans for like less than a moon, then leafpool gets back, few moons later, poof! kits! it’s a really bad “couple” ugh

- favourite friendship? good ol’ fireheart and greystripe! it’s like they were destined to be bffs, or bluestar maybe got a prophecy to send out graypaw to spy on rusty?? nah jk i’m not that stupid. but those two before power of three would do anything for each other. love em. 

- favourite moment? the daylight gathering in the sight! that was probably the best thing in the book. even though it was short, it was really snazzy! i loved the fight between heatherpaw and hollypaw, and the leaders announcing the “winners”! thanks squirrelflight, love ya gal *smooch* i also love the moment where hollypaw tells brook that she no longer wants to be a medicine cat apprentice, and brook’s like “go ahead, tell leafpool, it’s okay!” i love both of them so much hhhngh

- most tragic death? okay, not gonna lie, i cried for about 2-3 hours straight after yellowfang’s death. buuuut i gotta admit, snowfur and moonflower’s deaths were also pretty sad, except i only cried at moonflower’s death out of those two. hawkheart was pretty serious about keeping windclan’s herbs safe tbh.. OKAY BUT LET’S NOT FORGET SWEETPAW. she was the sweetest (no pun intended) :(

- favourite battle/fight scene? the hawkfrost and brambleclaw one in sunset was pretty intense, though i probably like the bloodclan battle the most even though whitestorm died then :(. it was so intense like omg?? 

so there!! finally!! 20 questions answered! this took me probably an hour oops, i just thought over my answers a lot. so yeah, credit goes to butterflyidentity for making these questions and making it possible for me and many others to answer them! i doubt anyone will read this, but w/e, i still had fun writing the answers :’)

[bwprowl]

I’m back again with some toys to talk about! Statues of big spaceships and little computer hackers hang out with goofy robot girls and even goofier role-play weapons, and then I take time to ruminate on Rubik'ses, as well as more vintage-toku-themed stuff! And after all that, I take a look at one of the biggest pieces I’ve amassed in a while (and quite looked forward to). I missed you too, so let’s just get right back into these Tuesday Night Toys!

New Stuff: What’s Yamato with you?

Megahouse has this really cool statue of the unstoppable Space Battleship Yamato out in August. I’m mostly super into this thing because of the presentation; check out that asteroid ring. It lends a lot of presence to what would otherwise be a rather standard spaceship model. One day I’ll sit down for the new Yamato, just for how turned on all the toys make me.

I did finally manage to finish Persona 5 over the weekend, and if you thought that would make me move on from it, you thought like an idiot! Now that I can freely search for stuff from the game without worrying about spoilers, I’m going to be checking out all kinds of stuff from it. Just in time, Good Smile put up pre-orders for a statue of socially-anxious navigator and owner of a dungeon that’s a massive P4 tribute, Futaba! You know me, I’ll always prefer posable figures when I get them, but a nice-looking statue is still notable, and this one is cute for what will probably be the first of many. And I’m not just saying this because Futaba was the girl I romanced on my first play-through.

What can I say, I gotta go for the Super Sentai fan who collects action figures and is voiced by Aoi Yuuki

Bandai’s mashing up of their Build Fighters characters with Build Fighters Gunpla kits continues, and of course they’re sticking with the cute girls. This latest one is the China’gguy, combining the first Build Fighters season’s leading lady with her adorable stuffed-bear kit with a really clever pun name. China’gguy has multiple option parts, and looks like it should go well with the Super Fumina, thematically anyway. I do wonder if there’s an in-universe justification for this one though, like there was with the Super Fumina. I’m a little behind on keeping up with all the ancillary Build Fighters media, myself.

Also I’ll always be a little disappointed that China’s custom kit wasn’t the China Gundam.

Nerf will have a GameStop-exclusive pack with a Boba Fett-themed blaster and mask as a tie-in to Star Wars Battlefront. That’s a few different franchises getting taped together for one product, but the result is a neat-looking Nerf gun and an irresistibly fun protective mask. Might be worth getting just to see if that silly thing would work for airsoft. Box looks nice too.

Wishlist: Boss Cross

Reblogging that bit about Machinesaurer vs Death Cross yesterday reminded me that I’d seen that big robotic jackass somewhere before: The pre-order for the new Dynamite Action Death Cross. This high-end upgrade of the classic parts-forming robot toy recreates the old version in a nicely modern way, and is even available in multiple colors. Man, now that I know more about this, I hope they get around to a new version of Machinesaurer to fight him.

We also got new, full-color production pics of the upcoming Super Mini-Pla Dragon Caesar, mostly notable for now showing off his combination with DaiZyuJin. Looks like the kits will interact well, and only step up the question of if they’ll do King Brachion afterwards.

Plus, you guys want to do some Dairanger kits, I’d be totally into it

I’d also be remiss if I didn’t mention that a reissue of Takaratomy’s Mickey Mouse Trailer, that silly Transformers/Mickey Mouse crossover figure is up for pre-order, in both the regular and black-and-white color schemes. Good to see they have a mind to keep putting these things out, though I’m more keeping my eyes out for another go at the Donald Duck.

And lastly, speaking of Transformers mash-ups, I’m still shooting a glance at this Rubik's Crew Optimus Prime figure. Yeah, it’s just another movie-year cash-in trinket for another themed subline trying to ride the Funko-Pop train into oblivion. But still, after years of people inexplicably comparing Transformers to Rubik's Cubes anyway (I disagree with that vehemently, ask me about it sometime), getting a Transformer that literally IS a Rubik's Cube is pretty dang funny to me. So that’s a thing. If I see it, and it’s cheap, I might grab it.

On Desk: Big Cats

I finally completed Playmates’s ‘Legendary’ 16 inch Voltron last week, grabbing the Black Lion and thus getting to stick ‘em all together. I’ve actually been slowly assembling the team for a few months now, one piece at a time every other paycheck or so. It was an interesting way to get something like this, alternative to the way I’d just splurge on a whole wave of Combiner Wars Transformers at once. Getting the Voltron kitties this was seemed a bit more…satisfying? Goal-oriented, I guess? I dunno, but all the build-up made finally getting to put them all together feel like a real treat.

I mean, the individual lion toys on their own aren’t bad toys. They’re big, they look good, they’re nicely posable and come with surprisingly strong clip-on launcher weapons. They definitely feel like toys in their own right, rather than glorified components of one bigger piece. The Black Lion, with its heftier price tag and carrying all the electronics, is clearly the centerpiece, but they’re all impressive figures. If you just wanna get, say, the Red Lion for a while because you really like the Red Lion (and who wouldn’t after Season 2), you probably won’t be disappointed.

But oh man, once you do get all five lions together, how well they function as set becomes pretty obvious. It’s not just the standard ‘look how cool the whole team looks together’ aspect either; the sounds in the Black Lion and how they interact with all the others at once for the combination gimmick is one of the more impressive uses of electronics I’ve seen in a while. The core torso detects as you attach each lion, giving the specific pilot a voiced callout and interaction with Shiro for each connection. Then, when they’re all connected, there’s a big group speech with flashing lights and sound effects. It is downright DX Sentai-mecha level. There’s a button for sound effects on the Black Lion you can press. When it’s uncombined, you get solo battle crys and commands from Shiro, while in Voltron mode, he actually shouts orders to the other pilots, and then has them respond to him. As an adult, I already think this is pretty damn neat, but if I was a kid, this would be play-pattern gold.

As a Voltron toy itself, it’s just remarkably solid too. The transformations of the Lions into their component modes are complex enough to be satisfying, and the combination is suitably smooth. I was surprised that the Black Lion’s legs just slide right into the boots; no opening or clamping or anything, they just slot and lock right in. There is a little latch on the back you pull to disengage them, but that works well too. The arms are a little more fiddly, having their little flip-out connection joints to peg into the shoulders, but they aren’t that hard, and stay in once you’re done.

At the end of it, you have this *amazingly*-sized, sweet-lookin’ Voltron figure. It looks way better, more proportionate than the dumpy stock photos had me worried it would be. And seriously, I can’t overstate how stupidly huge this thing is once it’s together. It’s almost Devastator-size, it’s great. For all the amusing kids-toy electronics and gimmicks anchoring the play of this thing, the size and looks also mean you’re getting one killer display piece for your hard work in collecting it.

Posability is pretty good, but not amazing. The arms are probably the weakest link, with their incredibly shallow elbow joints that you have to fuss the rear lion legs out of the way to use besides, but there’s also the case of there being no side-to-side neck swivel, which is just dang inexplicable. Fortunately there are still good shoulders and wrists, and the legs fare pretty well, pulling off double-jointed knees and even including slight ankle tilts! Overall, it’s still a pretty dynamic big toy, it could just stand to be better in a couple places.

Even with those articulation misgivings, it’s still an incredibly impressive piece. The size, complexity, and electronics all add up to make it feel like the big event of a toy it’s supposed to be. If you’re a big fan of the new show (and if you haven’t checked it out yet, I earnestly recommend that you do), and you’ve got the money and time to spare, this is a really cool thing to work up to. It’s rewarding.

Well that’s enough from me tonight, everyone! I hope you all have fun, and I’ll see you next time!