#had a thought and had to rant for a while

[riotgurlll]

Could you please do ChancexParkerxReader SFW and NSFW headcanons? I need those game boys badly. 🙏

Chance x Parker x Reader Headcannons....SFW+NSFW!

Ohhh, Anon.... ANON anon anon...... Could I?? Yes. I can.

TW: NSFW contents

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You had met Chance first. He was in a more frequently visited spot, after all. It was intriguing, really. You eyed the crimson dice that laid atop your desk, swiveling in your chair as your mind raced with curiosities. You had spoken to a few objects already- but what would happen if you used a charge on your die?

Well, you had caved and put your strange magic glasses on. You proceeded to watch it come to life. You were greeted by... by....

A man in a hood?

You had gotten to know Chance rather quickly. Under that strange, dorky hood to his strange and dorky outfit, he was honestly really sweet. You reveled in the way he ranted about his interests, You found yourself enamored by his small quirks- like him pushing up his glasses whenever they hung low on his nose. The way he would stumble over his words when he just got too excited while explaining a new character or story line. Everything about him was just so... cute!

When he had told you about having some friends around the house that would also attend his GnG sessions, you couldn't help but become curious. You asked him who all join him, and he replied with a few familiar names like Penelope and Jerry- That made sense, they were all in the same space. However, one name came unfamiliar to you...

Parker.

After some explaining, you venture up to your old, dusty, forgotten attic and walk inside. You scan the area, looking for a pile of board games. They weren't really hidden- in fact, they were stacked out in the open, covered in.. cob webs. Yeesh, you need to have people over more often and do something other than doomscrolling.

When you actually met parker, he was... well, unique! He was very eccentric- always had the strangest things to say at the strangest times. He was competitive, loud, funny- honestly? Your typa dude.

Chance was too, and you found yourself torn between the both of them. At first, you had a feeling that you had to pick. But one day? Well....

You were having a threeway.

woah woah, threeway GnG session, ya freaky deaky.

It was fun. Chance was the DM, obviously- and while Parker was submersed into the roleplay, he still found a way to make his character pop. He added a humorous light to the game that you weren't used to, so it became a frequent thing. Chance loved it just as much as you did, seeing the way you would laugh when he chose to do something stupid or say something unhinged- seeing your smile made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

Parker also couldn't deny the way he felt when you hunkered down and thought out things seriously in regards to the roleplay. The look of pure focus on your face, the way you put so much thought and effort into the story line and your character, it was so endearing to him.

So, when it came down to it, for him to roll the dice on your relationship- he was secretly hoping fate would choose love. And thank the gods it did!

-actual head cannons below, starting w SFW!

-Whenever you all play board games together, it's a mess. Parker gets competitive, aggressive- and god forbid either you or Chance choose to be a little cheeky and cheat- hell WILL break loose.

-If Chance were to win, he would def tease Parker about it. If you can see the vision........ iykwim.

-Sometimes, they'll lwk team together to put you in the shitter as long as it isn't against the games rules.

-Imagine snuggling between the two of them on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in your lap as you veg out with them, watching whatever movie you all eventually decided to watch. Chance would probably have an arm around you, while Parker would be leaning against you. Kinda (not really) unrelated, but between all of you, I think Parker is the littlest spoon. Maybe that's js me.

-Parker would try and make you guys pancakes in the morning, but... uhm... He doesn't strike me as a chef. (speaking of chef, Mitchell would be absolutely offended.)

-Expect to hear geeky shit from BOTH sides. Obviously, they're both absolute dweebs. Chance will be going on about his still fantasy lores and ideas, while Parker will talk your ear off about historical facts about board games like their origins or what have you. It's nice one at a time, but sometimes they will intermingle and talk about both at the same time and it can become a mindfuck.

-Random thought popped in my head, and this could be corny, but you know the the can't hear, can't see, and can't talk cooking challenge? I can see you guys doing that just for fun- It was probably Parkers idea. I feel like you wouldn't be able to talk, Parker wouldn't be able to see, and Chance wouldn't be able to hear. Honestly, I can also see Chance and Parker switching because Parker would be jamming the FFFFUCK out while you two struggle to cook/bake. Either way, Parker would just be.... Loud.

-Parker will playfully shit all over your GnG character and Chance will come to your defense- Of course you all know it's fun it games... His character is a unicorn person... thing. (Chance gave in and decided to let him have his fun.)

-Chance would probably compliment you one day on your outfit, turn to Parker, and say smth like: "Don't you think they're pretty/handsome?" And parker will just blush and stammer out a "y-yeah..!" Because lets be real w ourselves, that man looks AND acts like he's never felt the touch of another person before in a romantic sense, he don't know how to flirt or NUTHIN.

-if you choose a GnG session over a board game and vice versa, expect petty jealousy from both sides- though it's not serious.. At least on Chances part.

-Chance strikes me as a BIGGG hugger, like he will wrap you up in a bear hug any day of the week, whenever. Parker though, He seems like a more lowkey guy, simply because he gets nervous. Expect finger and hand holding, maybe a hand on your knee, playful nudges-- just small touches that are filled with just as much care.

-If you bring home a new board game to try, Parker will literally melt.

-Expect to hear Parker and Chance bicker sometimes over little stuff. Honestly, Chance usually doesn't engage in conflict, but when it comes to playful stuff, he can get into it. How DARE he say that Sandyland is better than GnG... Evil cunt.

-NSFW-

-wowie wow wow wow.

-Okay so I've discussed Chances specifics when it comes to his... anatomy, But not parkers, so here riot goes.

-Def longer than he is thick, I honestly think he's pretty average. That's actually a good thing, honestly... you wouldn't be able to take Chance over and over again without getting sore, and TRUST me, it doesn't matter at the end of the day. Parker feels just as good.

I think he's a bit tanner down there than he is everywhere else, with a nice purplish tip- probably snipped, that's the vibe I get. I think he'd be mostly straight, as in no curve, but I can also see a bit of an upward slant.

-As I kind of mentioned, I think Parker is a little shy, so Chance would work slowly to get him out of his shell. Maybe he encourages him to fuck you in front of a mirror while he watches himself as well as you. So he can build his confidence, see how good he makes you feel. All the while Chance praises the both of you, Parker is probably ramming into you like he hasn't gotten pussy/bussy in YEARS. This man is DESPERATE.

-I think he makes noise. He probably swears under his breath, a few whimpers and whines slipping out as his cock buries itself inside of you. He'd probably watch as he disappears inside over, and over again... Practically hypnotized. Or maybe you're fucking him, who knows- he'd watch either way.

-Chance would teach him how to give you head. He'd guide him through it, and honestly? Hearing chance talk him through oral is so hot- especially when Chance is looking at you in the eyes, or pausing to kiss you.. Maybe he latches himself onto your chest... he doesn't just sit there, that's for sure.

-Imagine Chance plowing into you from behind while you take Parkers cock down your throat the best you can- choking and whimpering around him as you feel Chance reach what feels like deepest part of you at just the right angle. Parker would be a mess, leaking in your mouth, looking down at you through lidded eyes... He'd be swearing, saying something like: "Sh...Shit.. This is..- so hot..!"

-Or the other way around. Parker would be slamming his hips against yours as you struggle to take Chance down you're throat. He'd hold your hair back sweetly, gently guiding him hips for you so you didn't have to move.

-I feel like Parker would like thigh jobs... maybe that's evil to say.

-Chance would kiss parker to shut him up if he was being too loud, but he'd do it in a gentle and passionate way- and he'd do the same to you, don't play.

-If chance is bottoming, I can totally see parker teasing him about it lmao- as if he realistically doesn't bottom 99% percent of the time??

-Chance would help you ride Parkers face? Oop? Listen ya'll know what doja said about big noses.

-Aftercare is still important as always. Parker would probably crack some jokes while wiping you down with a cool rag, cleaning you up. Chance would be getting you water and food for all of you. Each person checks up on the other, making sure everyone is satisfied and feels comfortable.

[katseyeronic]

Gameboy

Gn!reader x Sorority!Daniela

summary: “One will always hurt more than the other person does.” Daniela rises to the top while you’re stuck at the bottom of the college chain. There was once a time where you two were the best of friends. Unsaid words, Unsaid feelings.

tags: angst (sorry..), Reader pining over Daniela, Curse words being thrown. Daniela lowkey being so mean. Complex!reader and Daniela. Flashbacks are in italics and bold!

a/n: first ever angst fic. scary i hope it lives up to the summary. Sorority Katseye truther over here :)

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“We can do this… right?” Daniela muttered hesitantly leaning against your locker looking around. Second day of college and she’s already overthinking.

“For the sixth time today Dani, Yes! We have each other.” You laughed shaking your head. Did anyone tell her how endearing she looked with her nervous gaze around the school? It amazed her how you were so sure that they would always have each other.

Daniela’s top priority was popularity. What’s the fastest way to get to the top? Easy. Join a sorority, have sorority sisters and be at the top of the college chain. She would be set for her whole college experience. Her second priority was to enjoy college and all it has to offer. Grades came third.

If anyone were to ask you what your first priority would be, it would Daniela. The girl you’ve crushed on since you were young. The girl you would do anything for. Your second would probably be getting through college life without falling under anyone’s radar. Just the thought of it makes you feel sick. Thirdly, studies.

“I’m going to be one of those girls soon.” Dani promised to herself seeing Sophia Laforteza and her group of sorority girls walk by. You raised a brow.

“As long as you don’t change yourself Dani.” You shook your head pushing her slight to get to your locker. Dani scoffed as if the thought was absurd.

“I would never.”

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If you had known how big of a liar she was that day, you would have called her out on her bullshit. God, how could you ever be so gullible to believe Daniela.

“We aren’t friends” Daniela said that day and the disgust on her face and in her tone almost made you throw up right then and there. How dare she erase years of your love and friendship.

Those words rang in your ears every time you two make eye contact. Right now was no different as your eyes briefly met Daniela’s during a class. You turned back to the class. Those weren’t your Dani’s eyes anymore.

“Y/n, you’re partnered up with Daniela.” Your body froze. No. The universe has to be playing some cruel joke on both of you. There was once a time both of you would have been happy to be partners. Not anymore.

Once class had ended, you rushed to your teacher’s desk. “Mr. Thompson, there has to be a mistake, I can’t work with Daniela and-“ He placed his hand up.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He muttered and you could almost laugh in his face. He did this on purpose. You grumbled walking out and seeing Daniela waiting outside for you.

“It’s almost flattering how much you’re despising working with me.” Daniela said with a cocky smirk. Is she mocking you? That’s insane. “I’ll come over tonight and we can set up the small stuff.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t even want to talk to her. You just simply nodded and walked off knowing she knew where you lived.

Walking with Lara, one of Daniela’s sorority sisters, you complained about everything considering she knew of the situation before she fully joined the house.

In all honesty, you never expected to get close with Lara yet somehow she slithered in picking up the pieces Daniela broke. Lara saw you for you and she never once judged it. She let you rant on how you never got to say the words you wanted to say to Daniela, what you would’ve done if you were to turn back time and she listened with open ears and arms.

You obviously never went to her house knowing Daniela would be there. She too never understood why Daniela denied being friends with you, It would have never jeopardised her spot in the sorority house.

“Yeah no, I think the universe is just out to get you.” Lara shrugged stifling a laugh as you told her how Daniela was coming over tonight and you haven’t necessarily told your mom that you two stopped being friends.

“Anyone told you how much of an ass you are?” You deadpanned as Lara gave you a small kiss on the cheek as an apology which quirked up a small smile. You felt eyes behind you but you shrugged it off. Probably one of the guys or girls ogling Lara again.

How wrong you were. Daniela was glaring at the small kiss Lara gave you on your cheek. That used to be her. Her glare softened when she realised that she had no one to blame but herself.

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When she first stepped foot into your house, she was shocked to be met with a hug from your mom. She thought your mom would have hated her but no. Here she was being hugged by your mom before dismissed to your room.

“I thought your mom would have hated me.” Daniela spoke up coming into your room and her eyes immediately landing on the frame on your bedside table. It was you and her, she was kissing your cheek, the same spot Lara did and you were closing your eyes with a small blush. You kept it.

“Didn’t tell her, didn’t want her to hate you.” And those words did it for her. She’d been an absolutely mean girl to you and you’re still thinking about her? She nodded briefly and you two got started on your work.

“You and Lara seem close.”

“She doesn’t hide her friendship with me.”

And all those shots were repetitive. One of you bringing something up while working and the other shooting back with their own snarky remark.

Everyday you two would work on it, slowly the tension fell and you had actually started to let your guard down slowly but surely. It didn’t have to mean anything but everyday the light in you dwindles down seeing Daniela ignore you again and again.

“I met this guy and-“ Yeah that did it for you. She met a guy and she’s telling you all about it like you two were actual friends? How pathetic can she be? It’s as if she got over the fact that she completely stopped being your friends just to rise to the top.

You didn’t want to say anything, you saw how happy she was rambling about it while you two worked on the finishing touches of the project but this bitter feeling in your chest was slowly rising.

“Good for you, Daniela.” You muttered half heartedly, eyes not looking at her but to your project instead. Leave it up to you to realise you still have feelings for Daniela Avanzini. She paused, looking at you, trying to decipher your thoughts. You used to be an open book to her and only her.

“You used to call me Dani.” Daniela said waiting for a reaction. Anything to show that you cared enough. “You used to care.”

“You used to want to be my best friend, Daniela. Things change. People change.” Your eyes met her and for the first time since you two stopped being friends, she saw how drained you looked. A stark contrast from how she looked.

She was genuinely happy. Her smile was brighter, her laughter brought people joy and yet it only brought you pain to hear how happy she was without you. “The sorority is having a party this weekend.” She invited subtly. “You should come.”

To you, it was a glimpse of hope. Your heart fluttered slightly. Was she not ashamed anymore? Did she want to be friends? To her however, it was nothing but pity, hoping that you can get out there and meet new friends. She wanted you to move on like she has.

“I’ll come.”

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Coming to the party was your biggest regret, immediately you felt out of place. This was what she wanted? A whole area of people drinking, sweat. Disgusting.

“You came! Oh my god it took me months to convince you and Dani only had to spend a day with you?” Lara grinned hugging you and passing you a drink immediately. You forced a small smile ignoring how people call Daniela, Dani. That used to only be you calling her that.

While Lara rambled on about some girl, you looked at the dance floor seeing Daniela dance. Making eye contact with her, she didnt move her gaze away while you stared at her. The dance was sultry. Does she know what she’s doing to you?

And then you see it, that one thing that made you realise, she knew about your feelings all along. That smirk. She smirked like she was proud of always stringing you along.

Holy shit. This was always a game to her. Since the start, she had managed to give you just enough to still have feelings but never enough to think she wants anything more.

Those eye contacts she did, those small smiles, the bumping into each other. You had thought they were all mockery, bullying. Anything. You never once thought it would be a subtle claim. A reminder of the hold she has on your heart and oh she is squeezing that heart enough that it hurts but never till it breaks. A reminder that she exists.

“Hey are you listening?” Lara asked concerned etched on her face, you broke eye contact and looked at her. “I need air.” You mutter running outside for air. What the actual fuck? It was a game and she was the game master. You were the puppet.

“Hey? You left so abruptly and Lara didn’t know when I asked, are you okay?” Daniela appeared touching your shoulder and for the first time ever, you flinched from her touch.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You spat looking at her with tear filled eyes. “This was all a game to you. You knew about my feelings! You knew and Oh my God! Why was I so stupid?” You paced and Daniela’s eyes turned sharp. Oh fuck.

“Everyone knew.” Daniela confirmed softly watching as your gaze turned to her in disbelief. “You were pathetic with it.”

“Go to hell, Daniela.” You chuckled bitterly. This was never your Dani. Since the day you stepped into college, Dani was gone and replaced her was Daniela. “I loved you.”

“You still do.” Daniela said like it was a known fact and you almost wanted to smack that smirk off her face. How was this not hurting her too? Maybe it was. No one really knew except Daniela. She hesitated, not knowing if she should say something. “I loved you too.”

For once, you didn’t know if she was lying to pull you back in or not. You looked at her and all you saw was a stone cold expression. She was probably lying right? “You’re so fucking manipulative.” You shook your head walking off.

“You were easy to manipulate!” Daniela yelled out as she saw you walk off. Maybe it was a desperate attempt to get you to fight with her. To stay for once but you took it as her being far too gone to be saved so you continued walking. This time never looking back. This might have been a game to her but oh it was everything to you.

You didn’t turn back, you wanted to but you couldn’t. You needed this ounce of self respect to walk off and never talk to her again but if you had just turned, you would see a glimpse of Dani. a glimpse of a tear falling before she wiped it off quick. You would see her shoulders slumping like she was drained too.

But why would you? The two of you only cared about your own feeling. Too hurt to see past each other’s pain. She levelled up and you? you had quit the game. A game you never signed up for and a game she was unaware she had subconsciously made.

Congratulations, Both of you lost.

Would you like to restart from the beginning or continue on?

[cece693]

I WON'T APOLOGIZE FOR MY BECOMING

pairing: will graham x male reader synopsis: After his time in prison, Will emerges as a changed man. The tremors are gone, the self-doubt buried beneath a sleek exterior and sharper teeth. No more shaking hands. No more begging for belief. And when he sets his sights on you—Alana’s boyfriend, the one person who once spoke to him without fear—he doesn’t ask for permission. He takes.

The first thing Will noticed when he stepped out of the BSHCI—cleared of all charges, free, vindicated—was that the air didn’t taste like freedom. It tasted like bitterness. No one had come to visit him. No one had written letters or slipped word through legal cracks that they were fighting for him. No one had believed him—not even her. Not even Alana, who claimed to know his heart, who’d called herself his friend. She had chosen a man with a better smile and cleaner hands. You.

Y/N—the one person Will had thought was different.

You were warm and gentle when you’d joined Jack’s team. Smart, but not overbearing. And so kind to Will in the beginning—until the whispers started, until he was labeled unstable, and you stopped offering him a coffee cup. Stopped waiting for him in parking lots. Stopped seeing him.

You were with Alana now. The golden couple. Untouched by blood or blame.

And Will had rotted.

By the time anyone saw him again, they didn’t recognize him. Gone were the rumpled sweaters and wary posture. He walked with spine-straightened ease, tailored coats slicing sharp lines around his shoulders. His beard was neater. His curls tamed and framing his face handsomely. His eyes, colder.

“You look different,” Alana said when they ran into him at the FBI Academy. You were next to her, Alana's fingers like a leech attached to your forearm. While Will sensed truthfulness in her words, he also discerned anxiety. A nervous twitch beneath her eye, the way her fingers clenched you just a fraction tighter when Will’s gaze flicked to yours.

“Prison’ll do that.”

Alana cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable. “It was nice seeing you, Will, but Jack’s expecting us—”

“I won’t keep you.” His attention never left you. “Just wanted to say congratulations.”

You frowned. “For what?”

“The lecture circuit,” he lied smoothly. He’d checked: you weren’t on any circuit. But the confusion that fluttered behind your eyes pleased him. “I’m sure you’ll do brilliantly.”

Alana’s jaw tightened. Will saw the calculation in her eyes—how quickly she tried to discern whether he was mocking you, or her, or both. He gave her nothing. Only that thin smile and a polite nod before turning on his heel and gliding down the corridor, coat hem whispering like the swing of a guillotine.

Alana had taken something from him. Will was going to take it back, but he had to start slow.

So he, conveniently, rant into you at bookstores. Hallways at Quantico. Quiet coffeeshops that Alana didn’t like but you adored because of the 'atmosphere.' And while, initially, your conversations were stilled, Will used your politeness (more accurately, your guiltiness) to his advantage.

He made you remember the way he’d listen when no one else did.

How he saw straight through you with eyes that didn’t judge.

And Alana? She watched, helplessly, as Will took more of your time and affection, because it was so evident how effortless it came to him. You weren’t Will's in any official way—not yet—but emotionally? You were already gone. So, Alana kissed you harder, held you longer, bought you gifts you once told her reminded you of childhood—in a desperate attempt to win you back, and yet all of it felt reactionary. Desperate. Too late.

The inevitable happened on a Wednesday.

Rain tapped at the windows of Will’s house. You sat beside him on the couch, shoulders brushing. He poured you another glass of whiskey, his fingers ghosting over yours. “She doesn’t love you the way you deserve,” Will murmured, watching the amber in your glass.

“She tries.”

“She possesses. That’s not the same thing.” You looked down. He was right, and it terrified you how easy that truth felt when he said it.

“I used to think I didn’t deserve much,” Will continued. “That if I stayed small, quiet, pliable, people would love me. They didn’t. They abandoned me. Every one of them.”

His gaze lifted—sharp and blue and devastating. “Even you. The one person who I thought was my friend, left me to rot in that cell."

Guilt hit you like cold water. “Will, I—I didn’t know how to help. Alana said—”

“Alana said it was safer for you to keep your distance.” The softness in his voice was lethal: velvet wrapped round a blade. “She convinced you everyone should wait and see if the madness was contagious.” He leaned closer, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth as though erasing some imagined stain. “But you aren’t a coward, Y/N. You were just guided. By someone who needed you to fear me.”

His thumb trailed to your pulse. “Do you still?”

You shook your head before thinking. “No.”

Will’s smile was brittle-sweet. “Good.” He bent, kissing the spot he’d just touched—an almost chaste press of lips that melted when you didn’t pull away. His hand cradled your nape, fingertips coaxing heat through your skin. When he withdrew, the room felt starved of oxygen.

“Will, we can't. Alana—”

Will’s eyes didn’t waver. If anything, they darkened. “Alana,” he repeated softly, as if tasting the word. Then he let it sit, curling bitter on his tongue. “Tell me—are you more afraid of hurting her, or of admitting that you want this?”

His hand didn’t leave your nape. His fingers gently traced the shape of your spine, grounding you and unmooring you all at once. “Because I think you do want this,” Will whispered. “You’re just used to denying yourself. You’ve built your life around it. Haven’t you?”

Your throat tightened. “She’s been good to me.”

Will smiled again, that same brittle-sweet expression that looked more like a weapon than a kindness. “Has she?” He tilted his head. “Or has she simply convinced you that you owe her your silence? Your loyalty? Your heart, even when it doesn’t beat for her?” His thumb brushed your jaw. “I remember the way you used to look at me. Before all of this. Before the cage. You saw me. The real me. And I saw you.”

You shut your eyes, shame burning bright behind your lids. “She’ll hate me.”

Will leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your closed eyelid, soft and reverent. “She’ll hate me more. Let her.” His voice gentled. “She never loved you the way I could.”

You opened your eyes then. Will was closer than before, his breath warm against your cheek. You felt the truth of what he was saying curling in your chest like smoke—You want this. You had for longer than you could admit. Even back then. Especially back then. “She’ll call it betrayal.”

“She’ll call it whatever keeps her righteous,” Will said. “But tell me—did she ever make you feel wanted? Not convenient. Not presentable. Wanted. Like you could ruin her and she’d still say your name like a prayer?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Will cupped your cheek, thumb caressing the corner of your mouth, gaze dark and consuming. “You’re not hers, Y/N,” he murmured. “You never were.”

And when he kissed you again, it wasn’t a test. It was a stake in the ground. A claim.

And God help you—you kissed him back.

You told Alana three days later.

You waited until Will’s fingerprints branded every inch of your memory—until his breath had lived behind your ear, until his voice had rewritten your name in ways no one else had dared to speak it. You waited until the regret of what you allowed to happen didn’t eat you alive, because it wasn’t regret at all—it was relief.

She didn’t scream.

She broke.

Not with fireworks or fury, but like old glass left too long in the sun—silent, spiderwebbing at the edges before crumbling under its own fragility. “He manipulated you.” Her voice quavered, but the words struck like ice. “He used your kindness. Twisted your guilt. That’s what he does, Y/N.”

And for a moment, standing in the ruins of what used to be a “safe” love, you almost believed her.

You wanted to believe her. It would have been easier. Cleaner.

You could pretend you were the victim. That Will was the villain. That none of this was your fault.

But then—

Then you remembered the way Will trembled when he fell asleep against your chest two nights ago, fingers curled against your ribs like a man afraid he’d wake up alone again. You remembered the fractured way he had whispered, breathless and barely there: “I don’t remember the last time someone stayed through the night, if you exclude my dogs."

How he said it like a confession. A wound. A truth so pitifully small it hurt to hold.

You remembered how he’d flinched when you traced your thumb beneath his eye, how he’d kissed your wrist with reverence, like it was a holy thing. How, in sleep, he clung to your shirt like a drowning man to driftwood.

So no—he hadn’t just manipulated you.

He needed you. Maybe more than he’d ever admit awake.

And maybe...maybe that’s why you stayed.

Still, you didn’t speak. You let the silence sit between you and Alana, thick and dangerous. Her gaze was sharp—cutting—but your armor no longer cracked the same way it used to.

“He doesn’t love you,” she tried again, a last, trembling barb. “He can’t. He’s broken, and he wants to break you too. That’s the kind of love he knows.”

“No,” you said. “That’s the kind of love you’re afraid of. Because it doesn’t play by rules. Because it doesn’t ask for permission.” She blinked, her mouth parted in disbelief. “I’m sorry,” and you meant it. “But I’m not yours. I never really was.”

That night, when you returned to Will’s house, the dogs bounded to the door first. Buster let out a soft, approving huff as you scratched behind his ears. Will was at the sink, sleeves rolled up, water still running. He didn’t turn around when he asked:

“How did she take it?”

You watched his back—tense, braced—as if expecting you to say she cried or she begged or she convinced me to stay with her. You crossed the kitchen quietly, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, laying your cheek between his shoulder blades.

“She said you manipulated me.” He went still. “And maybe you did. Maybe you knew exactly where to press to make the guilt sing loud enough I couldn’t ignore it.” He turned slowly, facing you. His eyes were unreadable—equal parts guarded and pleading.

“But I also saw you at your most unguarded. I saw the man you don’t show anyone, not even yourself sometimes.” You looked up at him. “And I chose you, Will.”

His lips parted, breath catching.

You reached up, brushing your fingers through his curls—soft again, untamed like the wild parts of him he’d stopped hiding. “Next time,” you murmured, “if you’re going to manipulate me, at least wait until I’m sober.”

A beat. Then Will laughed, quiet and rough, shaking his head as he pulled you into a kiss—one that tasted more like surrender than victory. His hands gripped your sides like he didn’t quite trust the moment, like it might be taken.

But you weren’t going anywhere.

Not this time.

And not for anyone.

[rorys-regular-blog]

Oh hey! I’m flattered you noticed my tags omg

Sadly I haven’t seen the live action yet, but from what I’ve heard it is a 1 for 1 retelling of the original, so I don’t have too many thoughts on it that can’t be summed up by anything else anyone has said on it or other live actions remakes (ie i think remaking animated shit into live action is bad 99% of the time, and while remaking it 1 for 1 is lazy, pulling a Lilo and Stitch 2025 and butchering the messaging of the film would be far worse.)

I also haven’t seen most of the shorts in awhile, nor have I watched all of Race to the Edge, so sadly I can’t rank those (however I have seen all of Riders of Berk, which I will get to later.) Luckily, I HAVE seen Gift of the Night Fury, and I rewatched it quite recently.

To paraphrase from my Letterbox’d review of HTTYD 3 (Which you can find here, if you’re interested in some my in depth thoughts of that film- https://letterboxd.com/PolaroidFox/films/reviews/ ) I believe that the short not only handled the themes of the first movie better, but is a better representation of the relationship that Hiccup and Toothless have. I find it astounding that writers were able to capture their dynamic (and HTTYD’s worldbuilding as a whole) so much better in shorts like these made almost a decade prior with a mere sliver of the budget that HTTYD 3 received. And the fact that HTTYD 3 went out of its way to reference this short in particular with the scene of Hiccup giving Toothless a tail that he HAD REJECTED in the past makes the disparity between the movie and the short all the more embarrassing imo. Its like they watched the short and didn’t pick up any of the themes and just used the prosthetic wing as an excuse to butcher Toothless’s character and seperate him from Hiccup.

As for Riders of Berk - I think the worldbuilding and characterization is at best on par and at worst a little weaker than that of the first two films. Its also about on par to Gift of the Night Fury to me. I like the characters the show introduces. Its crazy to me that the movies never tried to dive into the idea of even a singular member of Berk being jarred / upset by the sudden acceptance of Dragons. Its such a great character concept that is well utilized with Mildew. Though I will say Alvin kind of just seems like a weaker version of Drago made before him, but eh. I do really need to rewatch the show and watch Race to the Edge though, I have memory loss issues so some of the details are kind of fuzzy for me lol.

I did also watch Httyd Homecoming and I do remember really disliking it. It made the already flimsy ‘all dragons left’ thing even weaker by allowing the shittily designed nightlights go out and about to fuck around.

With that in mind, here’s my ranking of everything ive seen:

Httyd 1 > Httyd 2 > Riders of Berk ≥ Gift Of The Nightfury > Httyd 3 > Homecoming > A literal dumpster fire > Nine Realms

Sorry for the wall of text btw, HTTYD is one of my favorite things ever and I could rant about it for days lol

I'm still salty about them changing his design after the first movie.

EDIT: Since people keep saying the changes are subtle/not really there, I'm putting this in the main post.

[lara635kookie]

Rant on Jinu because his haters are not safe from me:

Okay, let's start with the accusations against him.

TW:Death, Betrayal.

He said "I only made a deal with Gwi-ma to get MYSELF out of that miserable life." But we don't know how the deal truly went. We see Gwi-ma saying Jinu is not good enough, and he can make him good enough. And that's it. We don't know exactly the terms of the deal. I think the most probable scenario is that he asked to leave poverty and misery and just thought his family was implied to be included, even though neither Jinu and Gwi-ma mentioned ut because they both thought it was "obvious". Jinu thought it was obvious his family was included, while Gwi-ma thought it was obvious he meant only Jinu, so Jinu probably hates himself for being naive and making his family go all the way to the castle, that I suppose It's far from the peasants areas, just so they couldn't come in with him at the end. Why would he do that if he knew they wouldn't be allowed in?

Yes, he made a mistake. But Rumi didn't hold this against him and it didn't change what she felt for him. Also, acting like it was just a simple mistake he made out of cruelty instead of a nuanced mistake he made by necessity, is wrong and just dumb.

Jinu was a peasant in the JOSEON dynasty of all times. The Emperor lived like God, while people like Jinu suffered every day. And we gotta point out the fact that the family doesn't have a father figure, which means Jinu had to provide for the three of them, likely his whole life, because we don't know when his father disappeared/died. And even if the father was there, he would put Jinu to work with him since childhood, so Jinu is working alone while his mom takes care of his little sister and the house. And I think the fact the father is missing really plays a lot here. The mom and the sister were in the same hardship as Jinu, but at the very least they were always together, and having each other's company probably prevented them from hearing Gwi-ma's voice and kept them grounded. Jinu was all alone. If he had a father working alongside him, maybe he would have resisted Gwi-ma because he would have him there to keep him sane and ease the pressure he felt on his shoulders on having his family depend on him. How much a father was missed in Jinu's life, in my view, is shown by that one bit when Gwi-ma goes:"I taught you well, Jinu." And Jinu just smiles proudly but then he looks off. I just headcanon he likes this type of validation from Gwi-ma, he likes when Gwi-ma acts proud of him, but at the same time he beats himself for it because he knows it's not real, and he tried not to feel happiness when Gwi-ma does it and Gwi-ma also uses this against him because he knows Jinu wanted a father to be present.

Anyway, the only thing to his name was an old bipa. It was probably the only thing he knew how to do, because in his conditions he probably didn't learn how to do anything else. So his only choice was leave to the streets with it to work or just wait for death to arrive either by starvation or the cold.

The human brain is rewired, programmed to survival. To do anything to survive. To in the face of danger prioritize life and try until the end to live and never waste any attempt to survive. Especially under extreme circunstances. Like the one Jinu was. What he did was wrong for sure, but let's put ourselves in his shoes. If death is knocking at our door wouldn't we desperately take ANY chance at all to survive? If given the opportunity to live wouldn't we take it without thinking at first about the consequences of saving our own lives? We're human beings after all. We are likely to make selfish mistakes in situations like this. The movie made it clear Jinu beats himself every day for 400 years because of what he did. He let his family down and condemned them to a terrible fate alone. He knows this. Sadly, Jinu's situation is the type of situation that would go wrong anyway. If Jinu didn't made a deal with Gwi-ma, nothing would change and him and his family would just die eventually of malnutrition. So it is a situation extreme enough to the point accepting Gwi-ma's offer is a temptation many would fall upon just like him.

Anyways, next. The Takedown scene.

"It was Jinu's ide–"

GIRL IT WAS ALL JINU'S IDEA. That's the whole point.

In-universe, without Jinu, we wouldn't even have a movie in the first place. Because it was also his idea to have a demon boy band. Gwi-ma would never think of a demon boy band, and would just keep sending demons, the girls would defeat them, and the honmoon would turn gold, Rumi's patterns would (probably) disappear and never be revealed. And that's it.

I'm sorry but Jinu is the one that moves the plot. He is the one that makes things HAPPEN. And that's one of the reasons why I want him back on the sequel so much, for him to keep doing that.

Yes, he exposed Rumi but he WAS going to help her after Free. After he didn't hear Gwi-ma's voice after the song ended. After he almost told her something else that we don't know what it is but instead says:"I... Can't wait to see you on that stage tomorrow." But some seem to forget the scene that happened right before the Idol Awards.

Gwi-ma immediately pushes Jinu back to the demon world, all the other demons looking at him, fearing for Jinu and feeling pity of him, sorry for him, because Gwi-ma probably made them watch the whole thing with Rumi to torture Jinu. To use him as an example that they can NEVER be free from him and what happens to those who think they can even THINK of trying to be free.

Gwi-ma, now stronger than ever and almost enveloping Jinu by his flames to kill him completely, first makes fun of him, then says that if he truly believed Rumi he would have told her the truth, then tells him to remember their deal and threats him saying instead of erasing his memories he can increase the voices in his head and ends by saying "Don't think you can escape what you are."

All of this is not only extremely painful, it makes Jinu lose the very little hope Rumi had restored in him. Because he spent 400 years without feeling hope and 400 years under Gwi-ma's control, Gwi-ma knew "all" it took to make him lose hope again was a few seconds of his manipulation and of course, his torturous threats. Not much as you can see (ironically).

After that, anyone in Jinu's place would be doing anything Gwi-ma wants from them to keep him without being upset with them too.

As I said, another mistake, but once again, Rumi is willing to forgive him. He says it was all a lie. She insists she knows it was real. He reveals he left his family. She still keeps insisting he can still fight his inner demon and be better.

Seriously, Rumi's mom did the same thing as her. Fell in love and had a daughter with a demon who probably made mistakes similar to the ones of Jinu. They were able to look past that and see that they could still be good people and their past mistakes didn't define them. Because not everything is black and white. They did bad things, but they did good things, too. At the end of the day, Rumi would hate this mischaracterization of Jinu, the guy who she is CLEARLY in love with and who is EVIDENTLY in love with her too.

The point here is that you can dislike Jinu for whatever reason you'd like. You can dislike Rujinu and can criticize it and ship something else (or nothing at all) if you want (at the anti tag), but spreading hate without considering the many things Jinu's character arc involves is incredibly stupid, reductive and completely misses the point of the message of hope the film wanted to pass. That even if you think you are hopeless because of your past mistakes, like Jinu did, you can still find hope. Someone who makes you believe it and ignites that spark in you. Someone that gives you hope, and you give them hope too.

[morbidmagnolia]

Zutara rant if anyone would like some crumbs:

So, this has been on my mind for a while now. Bryke has stated that they view Katara as the one telling the story of ATLA, almost like we see it through her eyes.

I like to think, since we get so many other perspectives, that it’s a collection of things people have told Katara, their own stories or side quests. Aang is definitely the main MAIN character, but we obviously learn and grow with the rest of the gaang too.

If you want to tie this in with Zutara: we can look at Zuko’s story. Obviously, it begins when he’s an enemy of the gaang. If we go with this sort of headcanon that it’s like a story Katara tells, then we also assume that Zuko had to tell Katara all of these parts at one point. All these little things they had to figure out together to see where their stories crossed and what they were each doing before encountering each other. If you think of it like that, then the entire story of avatar is built off of Zuko and Katara’s communication (later on in their lives). A lot of Zuko’s perspective is stuff he would never tell anyone else, but this implies so much trust in Katara.

You could argue that everyone shares their stories with Katara but if we keep this headcanon in mind then we know we’re missing a lot. Mai and Ty Lee’s time in prison, how Azula figured out their location constantly, we only get snippets of it that can be traced back to other people. Mai and Ty Lee switch sides at the end, so we can also argue that they told these stories to Katara, or she could have straight up asked the details of dialogue with Azula when collecting all these stories.

So, this again details how close Zuko and Katara became. You can take this in a friend perspective, a forbidden love, romantically. But if you think of it that way, there’s no denying how much Zuko confides in Katara.

But, if you’d like to think the story is from the gaang’s perspective as they go along, then it’s still Katara’s storytelling and then Zuko’s storytelling. It’s still both of them. Even when we get perspectives from other antagonists such as Zhao and Azula, Zuko and Katara’s storylines and perspectives ultimately are on the side of good at the end. So, no matter what, if you look at it that way, it’s their storytelling.

And we know Aang is the avatar, we understand he is the last airbender and why there is so much importance to his purpose and character and why the story is obviously centered around him. But if you really want to take a shot at Kataang, you can even use perspective to show how Katara puts Aang so much above herself, and how unhealthy that is.

But anyways, that is my rant and my thoughts. 🤷‍♀️💙🌊❤️🔥

[currentfandomkick]

Danny groaned in the middle of another live stream mid-rant about 'active degradation on teaching math to the public, and here is my proof'.

"Sorry chat, my twin wants to break into this dimension since I've been staying here and letting him handle the Eyeball Brigade. He's technically a reformed omnicial maniac give Fruitloop told him everyone in his original timeline he loved was slaughtered in an assassination attempt, and then had to stay with the guy who was constantly trying to get him to kill our dad so he could marry our mom. according to Boxy it was basically a newborn being left to go feral after being handed to a possessive and feral toddler that kept trying to kill and cuddle the newborn in equal parts. He also tried to kill me to make sure he didn't go poof since he thought he was saving everyone by killing them as again, ghost trauma hits different when you're simultaneously undead, dead and living, and then your tethers to all of that are obliterated and you're told its for the best every second and gifted by the state to your longtime rogue and in retrospect, a major long term familial abuser. He finished parole a few decades ago after fixing so, so many dimensional timeline rifts and reconciling paradoxes like himself. he's a lot better but just, ugh."

Danny ran a hand through his own hair.

"He's allowed to be mad, and upset which i get but also I'm not if he's around, even if I keep being told that's like. An option here. And if he comes, i know my other idiots will follow. Love my clone cousin, she's cool. Dan is just, urgh. Especially as he likes toast of all evils."

danny shuddered violently.

"Anyways, i made him handle Eyeball Bull while I'm here, seeing as they refused to let me live out the mortal side of my life the first time around."

he looked down to see multiple alarmed messages from his chat.

"Yeah, as long as no one summons him i should be fine? He's more of a vengeful wraith for murder victims in the realms and is the violent enforcer of inter-realms peace treaties for the most part. I am not the wraith guy, he is. Though he is an ass and calls Trans Central since I'm technically the embodiment of the transitional point between Life, Death and Undead and other things, but like." Danny gestured to himself. "Rude to call that out, even if he's right about me having a more rounded face. Anyways, if Angry McGee shows up don't tell him about my channel, he will do his damndest to hijack it into another thirst trap. its his hobby when not slaughtering murderers and being the scary dog of the royal family. If a girl around whizkid age shows up with white hair and green eyes asking about me, she can see the channel and join as she's cool and respects that stars are awesome."

the chat got louder at that, but Danny decided he'd look at that later.

"Now, back to the crime that is 1920s math text books being so much easier to understand and why we need to use that style to teach STEM--"

after the stream ended, edits of Danny describing his twin became wildly circulated as the internet began a simple debate: to summon the hot anti-hero and ex omnicidal maniac, or not. the ethics of summoning the child cousin-clone largely sided on 'as that is a minor, not ethical to summon as an adult. as a fellow teen or child however, why not?'

Dani was summoned within a week at a middle school in gotham. she was shown Danny's hobby channel and flung herself at him while he was in the middle of a livestream making an attempt at thanksgiving dinner while spatchcocking the turkey.

he was tackled to the ground offscreen.

"You have hobbies!"

"Had them before i died the first time, thanks," Danny snorted before getting up and returning to his task.

"You dare to have hobbies and not invite me! template for shame!"

Danny was grinning now.

"Ah yes, my true evil plan, be a person."

"You dare plot without me as your faithful chaos co-conspirator!"

"Weren't you mapping out another section of the realms?"

"yes, And?" Dani cross her arms as Danny moved the boiling pot to the sink, draining the liquid.

"Now, apparently if you make the potatoes to just cover you can make mashed potatoes with the starchy water alone, but i agreed to try the standard spoon sticky variety and wasn't sure if I would get them thick enough with it. Sorry to those who wanted to see me test that."

"Daaaaannnnnyyyyy" Dani whined.

"Priiiiiiinnnnceeeeeeeessssssss," Danny whined back.

Dani huffed.

Danny snorted, lifting the hot pot and plopping it on the counter. "Grab the butter and milk if you're going to free load."

"Rude, first you kill my other brothers--"

"Legit did not know that self defense counted as murder now."

"And now you make me grab your ingredients for the butchery of precious plants, what's next, animals carcasses?"

"Bird is in the oven. Supposedly it tastes really great this way."

"No Fruitlooping?"

"No Fruitlooping. and look! No ecto weenies!"

"Catcher in the Rye, that's a family curse broken."

"I resent you stealing Lancer's swearing when you didn't even have him."

"Jealous that i'm cooler than you?"

"Nah, i get to fight Dan without melting."

"You should have been one of the babies from a modest proposal."

"Pretty sure I'd be too gamey and mildly radio active after the accident."

"True, but the bourgeois deserve the food poisoning."

"Quit stealing the SAT words."

"No, be glad I didn't steal your girlfriend."

"Pretty sure Val isn't into her pseudo-daughter."

"Ew! No, I mean Sam."

"... why does everyone in the realms think we dated?"

"wait you didn't! But she acts like your pissy ex!"

"Oh, That's more me staying with Val given the issue of her trying to kill me in one form and dating me in the other for a while. She holds my grudges for me, and against me."

"I'm telling Tucker."

"He knows."

"Fine, I'm telling FrostBite."

"Wait, no! they are not allowed to interact outside of video calls for a reason!"

"Calling him!" Dani grinned, running off camera with Danny chasing her. "Hi dada ji*, you know template's frightmate with the thorns up her butt? Well its worse than we thought--they didn't even date! She's holding his grudges and holds them against him too! Pretty sure its why he didn't become Dan and--ooo, you're in trouble!"

"Frostbite, i can explain. you know how you say I'm too nice and too good at mediating nonsense? Between Sam and Tucker starting schoolwide wars since middle school, and my parents, can you blame me?... yes i am doing the learning to use my emotions thing while I'm in this dimension, and yes i did put dan in charge while I'm gone... Wait he did what to the Eyeballs? Please tell me someone got it on video, or do i have to break into the LongNow to see it?... I mean, yeah Clocky gave me the keys to his place but do you know how hard it is to find the embodiment of Time in the Realms without the map? No i am not taking it again even if you offer, that's an abuse of power--No i am not being too nice? That's just basic respect for your people and how important it is to them--Oh my core and yours--huh. So what i can't blame on my living parents, i can blame on you. Why wasn't i told this--you thought i knew."

Danny walked back into view, holding Dani's phone as she followed curiously.

"Wait, is that why she calls you grandpa? Dani, you know i missed the data dump on everything ecto!"

Dani openly shrugged, grabbing the butter and milk and looking at his mixer. "So am i on potatoes or just watching?"

"watching you gremlin--okay talk to you later Frostbite and wait, does this mean i can call you païy**? Cool, cool, call you later and... Yeah." Danny turned to camera. "So found out I've been adopted by my mentor for over a century on his timeline and he just thought I was intent on being real independent given my living life pre-death. Crap, am i going to have to learn medical on top of the king stuff now? Problem for later me. Now Chat, here's the ratio you all requested on my butter and milk seems to be one part butter for two parts milk. And i am trusting you on this chat--Dani heat the milk in the microwave for me while i work out how much butter for our potatoes. As i have been yelled at by three separate grandma's in person to do the butter first and then milk. Find a gastronomer to explain that part, i am just the lab rat playing with what i have."

JL is definitely losing it over this, while Danny is working out how he should process having three separate negligent parental figures as what is his life, also new dad acquired and Dani is now part of his life here.

I can see Freddy breaking in at the end of the livestream yelling "Okay, one of us is beating up one of your parents now! I get the mad scientists are dead but there are enough ways to summon them for a smackdown, and I'm pretty sure the new guy would take it as a welcome!"

"ooo, new friend?" Dani yelled as she sprints to the door.

"Dani, no--this is not the realms combat is not communication!"

"Ow! Hey, bad parents need a smackdown!"

"Not arguing, but intrigued. In which style, how publicly, and what weapons are we bringing? I know where the other two are hiding if that helps."

"Dani!"

"I'm helping!"

"You, this is the start of a beautiful friendship. Danny, she's meeting the rest of the family."

"Aren't you all coming over for the food anyways? Pretty sure this is part of the block party starting in like, half an hour."

"So? C'mon, Dani right? I think you are Darla are going to be great frienemies."

"as long as i don't speedrun template's relationships, we're good."

"Dani!--Uh, block party reviews of the spread up by next week while i get gremlin settled. Lunchlady is apparently playing camera woman and demanding honest reviews by staring into your soul as she isn't dealing with midwest manners. which rude, but her prerogative, everyone else's problem. Bye chat!"

idk how Dan gets involved--next person can work that out--but Dani joining in the Marvel Family Civilian Shenanigans and being their age works.

and yes, Marvel fam adopted Danny as their cryptid weirdo who 'chaperones' them outside of Fawcett. Danny is deferring to the kids but adults assume its a game. It is not. Danny legit is running on vibes outside of Fawcett and is recognized by fans only in his casual attire he uses when rambling about hobbies. If he has the audacity to dress up, he has no one clocking him.

*given yeti are himalayan and the langua franca in many areas there is Hindi, I've made the executive decision to include it as a commonly spoken language on the living side. Dada ji means grandpa. I see Dani using this as she travels in the realms frequently and likely knows many langua francas rather than learning all the languages outside of ghostspeak of a given area.

**this is dad in ladakhi, which is spoken in the himalayan deserts. Danny has picked up a number of phrases from Frostbite and his people over the century, and can understand it just isn't fluent speaking it.

DC + DP

Danny helped people. That was what he did. He protected others. That was his job. he ignored the little voice in his head that dreamed of visiting the stars. He did his job well. But it never ended.

"Help us," people screamed at him after they'd shot at him, and he did. They never said thank you. Not one. He helped them nonetheless.

"Help us," the ancients asked him after ignoring his place on the throne for years. After they pretended he wasn't worthy because he was still alive. (at least part of him was.)

"Help us," his friends asked as they applied to colleges. Colleges he'd dreamed of attending, colleges they promised they'd go to together. But he stayed behind, because people needed him.

"help us,' the newly dead begged, uncertain and lost. Just like him, unguided and stuck, wanting to move on. They did, moving forward. Danny remained behind tethered and lost.

"Help us," the GIW begged when the ghosts tried to declare war. Danny did, saving those who cut him open. There was peace once again. Still no one thanked him

"Help us," and Danny did. He helped. he didn't protect, he'd solved all their problems. Now he sheltered them, the little boy who dreamed of the stars stopped dreaming. Some days he'd dream. Not often.

Today was one of the few days, Danny was sitting watching, space was silent, Danny liked that. He was alone with the stars, the stars he'd reached but could never be his. Like something just out of reach on a shelf. Right there, your fingers brushing it but never close enough for you to grab it.

Danny wasn't held back by gravity but by people. By a job he never signed up for. A job he wished he could quit. Couldn't he though? wasn't it just a matter of saying no?

His thoughts were halted by the jerk of a summons. I'll say no this time, he decides. He arrives and waits there's a silence. And suddenly someone bows, others follow suit.

To him. The Ghost Boy. The fake king. The Halfa, a freak of nature. The boy who'd dreamed of the stars.

"High king phantom of the infinite realms," they began. And Danny stares. High King, he'd never been called that before, never with such respect. So he stares, at the man who looks like a wind could blow him over. With a name from the pits of hell and the magic to match it.

"Hellblazer," he whispers the name of rumors. The man startles surprised at being recognized. Danny studies them, he's waiting for them to say it. Demand it as every other has.

"We'd like to negotiate a deal," The hellblazer speaks with such confidence and Danny freezes. This isn't how it goes. This isn't how it works. People don't make deals deals, bargains, agreements, with Danny. They simply make demands of him.

"What do you want?" he asks already bored, waiting for the ridiculous request.

"Well we've tried everything," this time it's a man dressed in complete black who speaks, with a horned cowl, "But we can't defeat them so we were wondering if you could help?" he asks gruffly.

"Who?" he asks quietly.

"Darkside," the name is unfamiliar to Danny but the way the Hellblazer says it. "In return we're willing to offer a soul, or anything else you desire."

Danny stared at them in shock. A deal. They offered a deal, offering a soul for him to defeat a villain they'd tried to defeat,]. They were scared, terrified even. They ddin't tell him to help them. Didn't demand it. He didn't need a soul though.

He didn't need anything, but for once he didn't want to say no. ahe wanted something though. "A home," he speaks first, "A place to stay in this dimension," he specifies just incase.

"Thank you," the Hellblazer breaths, then holds out his hand. "Deal," he offers looking tired and relieved but a bit worried. Danny smiles wearily.

"Deal," he breathes, and magic fills the room, an oath, a binding one. "Guess I'll deal with your problem now?"

"I guess?" the hellblazer smiles and Danny leaves.

--

John doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to do, the king is powerful, it hangs around him, heavy and soft. When he said deal though the room broke. The magic latched onto his and John didn't know what to say. It was gentle, powerful, and terrifying.

He left without a word, simply vanishing, but he was doing what he'd said, and now it was there turn. Guess he was going house shopping? "We need to fulfill our end of the-" he begans only to be interrupted.

"Done," Batman stares out the window in frustration. "It's by Fawcet so we have one hero constantly monitoring them."

"Why you don't trust him?" John asks sarcastically but the bat nods utterly deadpan..

"Besides they have the most heroes besides gotham," he says easily, "Gotham is cursed, and metropolis has too big a population to be risked."

The rest of the league doesn't argue with his logic the they look amused. "Let's just watch the fight," he grumbles seeing their expresions.

they do so without complaint and the fight is.... horrifying. the king is hardly trying, and Darkside is already down. The king stares him down with those toxic green eyes of his and smiles.

when he starts talking though is when John's blood runs cold. his voice is like ice, nothing like the whispery tone he'd taken with them, it's cruel and dark and angry.

"Help you?" he laughs, "why should I?" the king laughs. "I help people, when they ask nicely, I help people who say please and thank you," he scoffs. "Most don't."

There's a crunching of bones that makes John almost hurl. Or he would if he hadn't forgotten to eat lunch again. "Besides you should know already, I don't like killers, so have fun!" they grin as they wave and suddenly darkside is gone, all that is left is destruction. "

"Hello," the king greets them calmly and John shudders at the sight of him.

"We found a home," John says with as much confidence as he can. "Here's the address," the king smiles, it's surprisingly human.

"Thank you!" the king smiles at him as he passed and John remembers his comment about manners.

"You're welcome," he stutters as the king leaves again.

--

Danny stares at the house with wide eyes, it's large, warm and homey, in a rundown part of the city so he's less likely to be bothered. He smiles softly, until he remembers the fight.

Danny had lost his temper, but the way he said it. "Help me," an order, like he actually expected Danny to listen. Like he expected Danny to just obey. Danny was sick of that, he wanted to live. Wasn't that okay?

He didn't need to obey others, he wore a crown, a mockery of one but it's power was the same even if the title was mocking. He ruled the realms, every detizen had to obey him. He didn't use the power but still... he had the power.

Still he went overboard, he'd thrown him to the realms to be treating, certain that Frostbite would help. He finds a kept on the door, magic practically coating it, metallic and recognizable.

He smiles softly, the hellblazer wasn't who demons painted him out to be.

[anakinsluvrgirl]

✧ stephen glass x f!reader 

summary: you were upset over a boyfriend who never really sees you, again. but this time, his silence says more than you expect, and maybe its time you start listening.

warnings: contains slight angst, but the rest is all innocent.

a/n: yes, another one !!!!!! this one’s based on one of my favorite bots ive made on c.ai and it turned out better than i expected 👅

divider creds: i dont remember 😓

Stephen Glass sat on the edge of your bed, in the same spot he always did when you called him, late at night, on bad days, in the middle of emotional catastrophes. You were at your desk, hushed over some half-finished assignment you couldn’t really bring yourself to care about, your pen scratching violently against the paper. But your words were more jagged than your notes, tangled with frustration and pain and something you hadn’t quite named yet. You were distracted, part ranting and part working, but Stephen didn’t mind, he listened to you with no interruption.

“He doesn’t even listen anymore, Stephen,” you said, not turning around. “Like, I’m talking, and I can tell he’s not there. He nods, but his eyes somewhere else, all the time.”

“Not to mention that today he pretty much dumped me. He literally said he ‘forgot’ we had a date so he went out with his friends” you continued. “Forgot. Like, who forgets their own girlfriend?” You said, in an unbelievable tone, as you kept writing fast down on the paper.

Stephen didn’t interrupt. He never did. That’s what made him different from everyone else.

He just sat there, still and quiet, drinking in every words like it was important. Like you were important. His eyes didn’t drift, his mind didn’t wander. And in the silence you left behind, he saw the cracks you didn’t usually show to anyone else.

You’d known Stephen pretty much your entire life, since you were kids. Back when he was just the awkward boy with too many thoughts, interests and not enough room in his head for all of them. Back when he flinched at dodgeballs and preferred books to any social interaction. The boy who had once built a solar system model out of string and glue and stayed up three nights making sure the planets spun just right.

Now, in high school, he was still that boy, still awkward, still anxious, still allergic to sports and social norms. But somewhere along the way, he’d become yours. Not in name, not out loud, but in the way that truly mattered. In the way he showed up. In the way he listened. In the way his loyalty was absolute.

You’d grown into different people. You, the girl everyone seemed to orbit around. Popular, magnetic, effortlessly confident. You were student council vice president, cheerleader, the one everyone either admired or envied. You broke every “mean girl” stereotype they expected, you were quick-witted and kind, and somehow, despite the world you could’ve chosen, you stayed best friends with Stephen through all that.

And that fact confused almost everyone. Except you two.

Because Stephen? He saw you before all that. When your teeth were crooked and your laugh was too loud. When you cried over broken pencils and scrapped knees. He saw the girl beneath the shine, the one who still chewed her own caps and hated scary movies. The one who ranted about her boyfriend late at night because she didn’t know how to walk away.

Speaking of which…

Stephen’s jaw was tight. You didn’t notice, you rarely did, when you were like this. But every word you said about your boyfriend made something burn in him. Quietly, invisibly, like paper curling under a slow flame. He never said anything’s cruel. Never told you to leave the guy. But inside? He hated him. Not just for how useless he was, a waste of your time and affection, but also for how badly he treated you. For how he got to call you his, while Stephen just sat in your bed, trying not to drown in everything left unsaid.

“He told me he loved me today,” you said bitterly, turning halfway toward Stephen. “But it sounded like, like it didn’t mean anything. Just a thing he says. Like brushing his teeth or checking the time.”

Stephen’s stomach twisted at your words. It was clear you were hurting. And he had just to watch. Because what else was he supposed to do? Tell you he loved you more? That he’d been in love with you for years, not in the way your boyfriend claimed, but really loved you? That he knew your favourite kind of gum and the way you got teary-eyed over late-night cartoons? That every single time you cried over a some guy that didn’t deserve you, a small part of him fractured?

He couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t. Because you looked at him like he was safe, like he was home, and he didn’t want to risk losing that, even if it meant swallowing every word he wanted to scream.

So instead, he simply said, “You deserve better.” You finally turned and looked at him fully then. The room went still.

There was something in his tone you weren’t quite used to, something that wasn’t just support or sympathy. It was personal. Raw. Unfiltered. And suddenly, all the late-night visits, the quiet care, the way he always showed up… It rearranged in your head like puzzle pieces falling into place.

Your breath caught, “Steve…” you used the nickname you had made up for him when you were probably five.

He blinked fast, looking down. “I’m sorry. I just- Forget it. I know you’re upset.”

You stood, slowly, crossing the room to him. “No. Don’t do that. Don’t pull away.”

His eyes met yours, wide and uncertain.

“You’ve always been here,” you said, your voice softening. “Through everything. And… I’ve treated you like a best friend and used you like a lifeline, and you never asked for anything in return.”

Stephen swallowed. “That’s what friends do.”

You hesitated, heart thudding. “Is that all I am to you?”

Stephen didn’t answer right away. He looked at you like he was memorising you, as if he’d been waiting for this moment but never truly believed it would come. “No,” he whispered. “You never were.”

The silence that followed was heavy, not awkward, not empty, but full of all the things that had never been said aloud.

You sat down beside him on the edge of your bed, close enough that your knees touched. Stephen didn’t dare move. He looked like he might bolt, or break, or maybe both.

You reached for his hand. He hesitated for a second, then let you take it.

“I think… Part of me always knew,” You murmured. “Somewhere in the back of my head. That you felt something. I just… I wasn’t ready to see it. I kept chasing people who made me feel small because I didn’t know what it meant to be with someone who saw everything.”

“But… you never said anything,” you looked at him.

Stephen was quiet, his eyes locked on your intertwined fingers. “I… didn’t want to be one more person who expected something from you. You already had so much pressure on your shoulders. I just… wanted to be the one place you could rest.”

“… You kinda were,” you said. “You are. But maybe I need to stop treating that like it’s something I should be blind to.”

You leaned in then, slowly, and this time, he didn’t flinch. Your lips brushed his cheek first, soft and uncertain, a silent question. When you pulled back slightly, his eyes were glassy under his glasses, wide with disbelief.

And then, very carefully, you kissed him for real. It wasn’t dramatic or breathless or urgent. It was simple. Honest. Like a secret that had been waiting its whole life to be told. When you pulled back, Stephen let out a breath like he’d been holding it for years. Maybe he was.

“So…” he said softly, still stunned. “Does this mean you’ll stop calling me at 1am to complain about guys who don’t deserve you?”

You laughed, teary and warm. “I might still call you at 1am. But I think I’m done looking at the wrong direction.” He smiled, that rare, crooked, beautiful smile that only surfaced when he forgot to be afraid.

And for the first time in a very long while, it didn’t feel like waiting anymore.

It felt like home.

[itzp1astri]

I've been accumulating thoughts and feelings and I need to vent. I did talk about it a bit on twitter and with some friends, but they're not oscar fans so they don't get it fully.

so. a rant on pipo, whatever happened yesterday and the aftermath

(I can't stop thinking about the pic above sorry)

first of all: yes, I am still angry and I think I'll be for a while. not in an "my life will END" way because I'm an adult with responsibilities, but in a "I can't stand the unfairness from this world with a straight face" way.

do I think he was a bit insane with what and how he did it? yes. do I believe he did it with no ulterior motives and simply went for it because he's been doing it everytime and never got penalized for it? also yes.

it's so clear to me that what really got to him was the lack of consistency and how sudden it was, added with the unfairness of it being a 10s one, given that the week before a similar incident went clean and the race before that someone got a simbolic 5s for causing a collision.

and it's clear that, after that, his frustration took over and he did go a bit irrational. I will say that the radio about team orders took me by surprise and gave me the ick at the time, but I get it now and I can't blame him for it. he was angry and desperate and he clearly wasn't thinking.

but you know what infuriates me the most? the team.

they saw all that, hear him, were aware of what the fia was doing, how he felt and how it'd impact him. and yet, even with all that, stood still. they didn't try to appeal, they didn't run do defend him and at least try to argue his case. they accepted it and moved on as if it was nothing, as if he weren't their driver. and after Austria and the whole turn 4 comments shit show, it is becoming clear to me that no matter how well he's doing, he's still not number 1 for them.

and it sucks, because they're letting him take it all. take the penalty, the media, the commentary, the hate. the fans have gone wild talking the nastiest shit since yesterday and they're just. silent. not even a note or real appreciation.

it makes the aftermath of it all so much more frustrating, you know? because I knew, from the moment thay it happened, that the discourse would be insane, specially with the media "ice-boy" narrative. people are being unforgiving and they're not trying to hide. and with the break, things will go on like this for so long, and it still feels like its only the op81 truthers against them all.

and its also so unfair it happened right before the break, given how the f1 fanbase is always so full of recency bias. and there's also the media, who comes with the full package: recency AND british bias.

I think, at the end of the day, that's what has been making me a bit sad. pipo has had a great year, has shown his talent race after race, is the most consistent driver on the current grid, still leads the championship but now he's being reduced to a harsh penalty and for not hiding his feelings.

sorry, I know it probably makes no sense and is all over the place, but I had a full day at work and I'm tired and I still needed to get it out of my system.

unfortunately I do care and I do feel and if I don't talk about stuff I don't get to move on and forward. so I needed this to be able to leave it behind (as much as possible) and focus on spa and the modeling contract (????) and everything else. and I hope that he takes the break to rest, stays as away from social media as he can and comes back stronger, ready to lock in and serve and secure his title.

he got what he needs to be the champion and I trust him that he'll make everyone that has been talking shit shut up and eat their words.

and if you got this far, feel free to come to my ask and share your thoughts!

[akari-of-moonlight]

Kamimura Kazutoshi and the Unfortunate Reality of Interpersonal Socilization - Chapter 3

I'M ON TIME WHOOHOO!!! anyway I love this chapter

no beta we die like kazutoshi's attempts at being an edgy sadboy loner.

Chapter 3 - Hayashi Mai (It’s Not Friendship If You Have Oven Mitts On)

With all the things wrong with the Fujioka dorm, of which there were many, the kitchen sure was a fucking miracle. 

Kazutoshi spotted the doorway to the kitchen and dining area, speeding up his steps as he approached it. He wasn’t exactly excited to cook for himself, but it beat living off of packaged shit. With Manami away for a family trip, Kazutoshi didn’t have his usual easy out. He hated to admit that he liked it when she cooked for him, especially since she was basically married to her produce, but it did taste better than his own cooking. 

Nonetheless, he kind of needed some soup with the state his last all nighter had left him in. Even if he had to make it for himself. 

Kazutoshi mentally went through the list of what ingredients were left stored in the shared fridge. Ken had been the one to cook the past few dinners, so Kazutoshi found himself annoyingly short on inventory knowledge. At least he knew there was still produce. It wasn’t really worth it to cook fruit, but maybe he could add some napa cabbage to his soup. He did kind of feel like he was slowly wilting from the recent lack of anything that wasn’t just straight carbs.

Kazutoshi was so lost in daydreaming about his soup that he almost didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone in the kitchen. 

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, startled. 

A tall, red haired girl stood at the stove, overseeing a few dishes that were cooking on the stove. Kazutoshi recognized her as one of the many people who frequented Kazutoshi’s doorway, usually waiting for Manami to walk to a class with them or go out to eat with them or chase rainbows in a field of roses with them. Or whatever they did. 

The girl cooking was Hayashi, if memory served. She tended to hang near the back of whatever arrangement of overly enthusiastic crowd was bursting into Kazutoshi’s room, usually rolling her eyes at Tamba’s comments and often dragging the conversation – sometimes literally – out the room. 

Well, she didn’t care for Tamba’s bullshit, and she helped preserve Kazutoshi’s eardrums, so he supposed she wasn’t the worst choice of company. Besides, whatever she was making smelled really fucking good.

Reluctantly, Kazutoshi shoved his hands into his pockets and walked into the shared kitchen/dining area. 

Usually the room was buzzing with conversation, but he’d discovered in the past few weeks that four o’clock was a weird kind of dead hour in their building where everyone was either out or holed up in their rooms. He and Ken had taken full advantage of this, but Ken was currently trapped in his Tuesday history class. Kazutoshi forced back a smile remembering Ken’s rant about his insufferable teacher. Not that he was in favor of Ken having terrible classes, but seeing him get as heated as he did was funny as shit. 

Kazutoshi’s thoughts drifted from Ken as he pulled out a chair and set down his laptop and backpack, hoping he’d be able to get some studying done while he was eating. First, though, he had to make shit for himself. Wonderful.

Hayashi looked up from her several dishes, glancing over at him making his way over to the silver fridge. 

“Hey, you need me to move this shit?” she asked.

Kazutoshi shrugged. “Not really. There’s still an open burner.”

“Hold on, the vegetables will be done in a second. I can shift some of it to give you more space,” Hayashi insisted, giving the aforementioned vegetables a stir and a glare. 

“You’re fine. I just wanted to make some lunch,” Kazutoshi said, opening the fridge door and glaring down the produce options. “That smells incredible, though,” he added. “What is it?”

Kazutoshi could hear the shrug in Hayashi’s voice as she replied, “Eh, just some stuff for later. Tamba thinks she’s getting sick and she hasn’t shut up about it, and Watari's been bugging me about making her spicy food. Plus, I promised Yanagi I'd make something for him at some point. Just getting it all done now.”

Kazutoshi blinked. “Wow. I assume this is all yours then?” He glanced over the various tupperwares stacked neatly in the fridge.

“Some of it. I think Tsuno still has some leftovers in there for Wada. Hama and Chiba went out without Harada yesterday too, so they ordered way too much. I think they’re keeping some of the extra in there,” Hayashi listed off.

Kazutoshi grabbed a head of napa, closing the fridge and laying out a napkin to set it on top of. 

“I’m guessing that gyoza is yours then?” He said, rummaging around in the pantry. 

Hayashi snorted. “That gyoza is Tamba’s. She’s made that abundantly clear.”

Kazutoshi rolled his eyes. “God, she really is a pain.”

“Tell me about it,” Hayashi said, poking at the meat she had gently sizzling on the top left burner. “She will not stop whining about not feeling well. I don’t even think she’s sick, honestly.”

“I mean, if getting sick would get me free gyoza, I’d play it up too.” Kazutoshi set a carton of chicken broth on the counter. 

Hayashi smirked from her position at the stove. “You want any of this?” She gestured to her cooking with her chopsticks. 

“I– uh, no, it’s alright. I probably can’t have that shit anyway,” Kazutoshi muttered. 

“Ah. Allergies?”

Kazutoshi squirmed. He’d already had to talk about this with Manami. He didn’t mind it as much as some of the other things he’d been forced to open up about while cohabitating with someone for the first time, but still. 

“Something like that,” he ended up saying, brushing it off with a wave of his hands. Hayashi didn’t push.

“So what are you making?” Hayashi asked instead. 

Kazutoshi shrugged. “Just some soup. I don’t really have it in me to make any fancy shit.” 

Hayashi nodded. “Fair. I think there’s some chicken in the fridge if you want. Tsuno bought it on Sunday to make with Wada, but they settled on sticking with eggs for a while, so it should be free. I mean, if you can eat chicken.”

“I can.” He reached for a pot that was drying on a rack. “I don’t even really have the energy for that now though.”

Hayashi shrugged. “Grab it for me. I can throw something together.”

“I– You don’t have to,” Kazutoshi started.

“It’s not a big deal. I’m making all of this shit anyway. Might as well add it in. You have any problems with seasonings?”

Kazutoshi paused, then replied. “No spicy. Garlic doesn’t go great either. Hold on, one second.”

Kazutoshi made his way back over to his backpack, pulling out two bottles of water. 

“Use this, if you need it,” he said, handing one to Hayashi and emptying the other into his own pot. 

“Cool,” she said, setting it next to her other ingredients. "That's it for sure? I don't want to poison you."

“Yeah, that's it,” Kazutoshi confirmed.

The two of them fell into a calm silence, intercut with the sizzling of cooking food that made Kazutoshi’s mouth water. He glanced over to Hayashi, stirring his soup like that would speed up the heating process. Hayashi caught his eye. Kazutoshi blinked, eyes widening. He wasn’t used to being caught staring. 

“Where did you learn to cook like this?” Kazutoshi asked hurriedly, trying not to look startled.

Hayashi shrugged. “I dunno. I like learning about this kind of stuff.” She paused like she was looking for the right words. “Like, the food, yeah, but also the culture behind it. Even, like, personal stories. Family recipes. That stuff’s cool as shit.”

“Huh. I guess I never really thought about that kind of stuff,” Kazutoshi admitted, reaching for his napa cabbage. “I mean, for me it’s like… I dunno. Food is just the fucking annoyance I have to get past so I don’t, like, die.”

Hayashi smirked, waving her spoon as if to pin her words to an invisible corkboard. “Well, I mean, yeah, that’s one way to look at it. There’s just so much out there to learn about, though. I like thinking about someone making the same shit I’m making but, like, hundreds of years ago.”

Kazutoshi made a small “hmm” noise in acknowledgement. After a beat, he added, “Hey, maybe in a century I’ll have someone making my world famous Fucking Cabbage In Chicken Broth.”

Hayashi let out a startled laugh, eyebrows raising in amusement. “A college classic.”

“Exactly,” Kazutoshi replied with a not quite smile. Hayashi returned his entertained glance before lifting the furthest pan to transfer her seared vegetables to a waiting plate.

“So, are you majoring in culinary arts, or is this just like, your latent prodigy talent?” Kazutoshi asked.

Hayashi rolled her eyes. “Laying it on a bit thick there. I already said I’d cook your chicken for you.”

Kazutoshi gestured to nothing in particular. “I'm only half kidding. This smells amazing.”

“I’m putting meat on a fucking pan. It’s not hard to accomplish,” Hayashi dismissed. “But no, I’m still undeclared.” She shrugged. “I’m not super worried about it. I have time, I guess. I’m mostly taking required classes this year anyway. College is more about the experience, you know. What you learn, who you meet.”

“Right,” Kazutoshi noted, “I guess that makes sense. I kinda just want to get my degree already so I can get a job that I actually like.”

“You’re not here to socialize? Really? That’s a surprise,” Hayashi teased.

Kazutoshi rolled his eyes. “Not you fucking too. I get out. I talk with Manami, I talk with Hasegawa, I put up with Ruiko.”

Hayashi snorted. “You’re right, that’s enough to warrant locking yourself in your room for a century.”

“Yeah, if she doesn’t phase through my walls to scream at me like the fucking yokai she is,” Kazutoshi muttered, eliciting a laugh.

“What kind of degree are you aiming for, then?” Hayashi asked.

“Forensics.”

Hayashi made an impressed “hmm” noise. “Cool. You have experience with that?”

“Some. I used to clean crime scenes,” Kazutoshi replied with a shrug. 

“Hm,” Hayashi noted. “Not exactly a regular summer job.”

Kazutoshi shrugged. “It paid the bills. High demand, I guess.”

Hayashi opened the package of chicken, plopping the contents onto a cutting board and slicing them into pieces in record time. “I guess most people probably wouldn’t be jumping at that opportunity.”

“Most?” Kazutoshi prompted.

“I may have been in a similar line of work,” Hayashi said with a shrug, sliding the chicken into a waiting pan. “Bounty hunter. Not that I’m regularly dealing with the same shit you were, but… I don’t know. It comes up.”

Kazutoshi nodded. “Right. Guess that makes sense.” He paused, then asked, “Bounty hunter, huh. How does that work? Are you, like, carrying out hits, or…”

“No, nothing like that. What I do…” Hayashi paused, tapping the back of her chopsticks against the counter rhythmically as she thought. “I guess my job is to catch the people who slip through the cracks. To help people that can’t help themselves.”

Kazutoshi brushed his hair behind his ear, gently testing the top of the pot with his free hand for the heat. “Hm. Still though. That’s a hell of a fucking title. Bounty hunter.”

Hayashi looked amused again. “Eh, it’s not that big of a deal. I’m on break for, y’know, college and shit.”

“Right. College and shit,” Kazutoshi repeated. 

Hayashi pulled out a drawer with the confidence of someone who had spent several hours in the kitchen.

“Chicken’s almost done,” she noted. 

“Perfect timing,” Kazutoshi replied. “Thanks again, by the way.”

“Don’t thank me until you try it,” Hayashi muttered. 

Kazutoshi stirred his soup a final time, bringing his free hand to his hip. “I can already tell. I haven’t had real food in a week.”

“Oh, right, Manami’s on vacation, huh.”

“Yeah," Kazutoshi nodded. "At least I get the room all to myself. And I don’t constantly have people barging in looking for her. I don’t touch her side, though,” Kazutoshi added.

Hayashi made a “mmm” sound, adding a few dashes of some brown spice that would make Kazutoshi vaguely nervous if it wasn’t her cooking. “Still, the space must be nice.”

Kazutoshi tilted his head in agreement, mentally going through the roommate pairs that he had talked about with Ken the other day.

“You’re rooming with that guy in the mask, right? What the hell is that like?”

Hayashi shrugged. “Okazaki’s… alright. I mean, kind of… unsettling, sometimes, but not a terrible roommate. Kind of a weird decorating sense, though.”

“I can imagine,” Kazutoshi remarked.

“I’m not sure you can,” Hayashi said under her breath, eliciting a laugh from Kazutoshi. 

“Mask on? All the time?” Kazutoshi prompted.

“All the time,” Hayashi confirmed.

“Even at night?”

“I wouldn’t know. Cardboard walls around half the room, and I think I heard muttered plans for real wood ones,” Hayashi replied.

Kazutoshi shook his head. “Fucking weirdo.”

“Eh, if that’s the extent of things, I don’t think I want to see behind the walls.” 

Kazutoshi shrugged. “Fair.”

“Chicken’s done,” Hayashi declared after a moment of quiet. 

Kazutoshi nodded, grabbing a bowl from a nearby cupboard and deftly pouring his soup from pot to bowl. 

“Nice,” Hayashi noted, lifting her pan to slide the chicken in the bowl. Kazutoshi let her, then walked the bowl over to the table while Hayashi fiddled with the stove settings. Eventually satisfied, she stepped away from the stove, stretching and pulling out a chair near Kazutoshi’s.

“Taking a break?” Kazutoshi asked.

“Tamba can wait,” Hayashi said with a shrug. “I’ve been staring at that stove top for so long now I think I might genuinely dream about it tonight.”

Kazutoshi laughed. “Alright, fair.” 

Hayashi rubbed her eyes and shook out her shoulders. She turned away to stretch her back, which Kazutoshi took as an invitation to eat. 

The soup was alright, nothing special, but he could taste the soft, mild seasoning from the chicken already mixing in the broth. The chicken itself was perfectly cooked, slight umami undertones elevating it from a regular meal to something that he usually wouldn’t even check if he could afford. 

“Shit, Hayashi. I knew you knew what you were doing, but like… you spent like ten minutes on this, how the hell did you get it so good?” Kazutoshi demanded.

Hayashi laughed. “It’s seriously nothing.”

“It’s not, it’s really good,” Kazutoshi protested. 

“I’d hate to see your reaction to an actual dish,” Hayashi remarked.

Kazutoshi swallowed another bite. “I would love to see my reaction to an actual dish, actually. Guess we’re divided on this one, might as well test the theory.”

Hayashi snickered. “Sure. I gotta finish Tamba’s shit first, but next week maybe?”

“Hell yeah,” Kazutoshi cheered, taking another bite. After a few chews, he covered his mouth with his hand to talk. “Ken has classes at 4 on Tuesdays, so I’m usually free.”

“Perfect. Hama and Shige do too.” Hayashi said with a nod. “Next week it is, then.”

“Shige?” Kazutoshi questioned with an eyebrow raise.

Hayashi rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that look.”

“I just didn’t expect you’d be that close with him. I feel like he’d crumble to dust if you looked at him,” Kazutoshi said.

Hayashi laughed. “Shut up.”

Kazutoshi shrugged, dropping his smirk to go back in for more soup. Swallowing his sip, he asked, “You gonna eat anything?”

“Eh, maybe. I’ve been testing shit as I go,” Hayashi replied, leaning forward on the table.

“Alright then, while you’re here,” Kazutoshi prompted, “Best bounty hunter stories. Go.”

Hayashi wrinkled her nose. “What? Why?”

“It’s not every day I get to talk to a fucking bounty hunter,” Kazutoshi said, waving his spoon to illustrate his point.

“You live with a superhero,” Hayashi pointed out.

Kazutoshi rolled his eyes. “Tsuno’s different.”

“Fine. I guess there were a few cool assignments a while back,” Hayashi relented.

“‘Assignments,’” Kazutoshi repeated. “That’s already cool.”

Hayashi snickered. “Nerd.”

“Shut up. Stories.”

“Right. Alright, fine. This one was, like, two years ago.”

Kazutoshi took another sip of soup as she started her story, hiding his smile behind the ceramic of the bowl.

[thehorsemafioso]

*Anna follows him closely, her eyes subtly glancing around to check for any suspicious behaviour from anyone they pass. Someone could have secretly saw what they did. Better safe then sorry…

She wonders briefly how Oliver can be so calm. Yes, she may have determined he could be trusted, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t a bit perplexed by his way of acting.*

And no, unlucky, it turns out that they are fake. How is disappointing: (

[nerdyneko265]

In honour of the last dungeon meshi Thursday (I know it’s Wednesday, shut up)

Minecraft cooking!

Where I go through the mob bestiary and treat it like a cook book.

Chicken, cow, pig, goat, rabbit, horse, wolf, sheep, cat, cod, salmon, tropical fish, llama- you know what these are, you don’t need me to explain. Both Laios and I are bored, moving on.

Villagers, pillagers, piglins- don’t eat people. I know piglins are half pig but listen. DONT EAT PEOPLE! You know the orcs? This is the same thing.

All zombies ever- technically edible. We’ve all eaten rotten flesh. Senshi would not be proud of us, it’s not very nutritious. Also, cannibalism.

Skeletons- I guess you could make a soup stock. But they’re better for fertilizer.

Vex and allays- ghosts. I don’t think we can make sorbet here either. I don’t think they work like that.

Bats- very small, not much meat. Hard to find and catch. But if you’re in a cave and in a pinch or just curious, sure why not

Puffer fish- cook very carefully. Probably just better for potions. But you can eat puffer fish, your chef just needs to be trained in how to cook it.

Mooshroom- now we’re talking. Beef, but with mushrooms. Comes with mushroom soup too. Usually raised for soup rather than meat, but still a good source of meat that’s pre seasoned.

Squid- mmmmm calamari… Laios enemy… also good for squid ink. I hear it goes well with pasta.

Cave Spider- venomous, could technically remove the poison like with puffer fish and boil the spider but I dont know. Small but have spawners, so you’ve have a steady supply

Spider- not venomous, and bigger. So I guess you could. Probably taste like giant scorpion since they’re both arachnids.

*dont eat spider eyes, they’re poisonous

Endermen- for personal reasons, I will not be eating endermen. They don’t even want to fight unless you antagonize them. More importantly, don’t eat endermen, it’ll probably fuck you up. They’re built for the end and full of chorus fruit. They’re also so skinny, not much to eat there. Ender pearls have a chance of giving you a parasite. And will probably teleport your stomach out of your body. You could try but it’s probably like jerky and you’ll see god.

Incidentally, I think chorus fruit tastes like vanilla

Polar bear- probably very tough meat. Very gamey. Beware though, they eat people too

Iron golem- that’s a robot. Don’t eat metal. DONT EAT REDSTONE! ITS RADIO ACTIVE.

Snow golem- probably makes good ice cream. Don’t eat it. Let it make ice cream. It’s just snow after all. It would just taste like water.

Blaze- it’s more of a spirit than an animal. Good for potion making, probably not tasty. A central core surrounded by rods, maybe that core has some meat on it, probably tastes a little spicy.

Striders- why? Why would you eat these poor babies? What did they ever do to you? They’re probably reptiles, so you could definitely eat them but could you live with that knowledge?

Elder guardian- really old puffer fish. Cut carefully for good sushi. But it’s such a hassel, you’re better off having a puffer fish. Plus, they’re endangered, so like, come on.

Guardian- jokes on you, it’s hollow on the inside. Check the mob bestiary, they have no internal organs. Could probably get some meat from the outer flesh but that’s also the spikes, so beware.

Ender mite- remember those parasites from ender pearls? This is them. Could def cook them though. They’re fair sized and full on meat. You’re probably be tripping balls though.

Ghast- like a squid, but balloon. They are filled with gas, to allow them to fly. So much like a dragon, likely have a gas sac that could contain gases that could ignite, be careful. But sky octopus. Lots of meat.

Magma cube- slime but spicy. Magma cream is probably yummy. We know it’s ok to ingest because it’s in potions, so I think it should be ok to eat. Just wait got it to cool a little

Slime- senshi has recipes for these buggers.

Shulker- I can only assume it tastes like living armour. It’s definitely a mussel

Silverfish- it’s a bug, it’s big, enjoy.

Wither skeleton and the wither- please, for the love of all that is holy, DO NOT EAT THE WITHER! THIS IS HOW WE GET THE PLAGUE! YOURE GOING TO GET WITHERING AND DIE!

Sniffer- I know they’re really big, I know they’re probably full of meat and they have eggs, but look at their little faces. Could you really eat them?

The Ender dragon- I mean, you beat her, might as well I guess. Apparently dragon is delicious. But also, probably full of the end, probably going to fuck yup up a bit

And now, for the big one

Creeper- as we all know, creeper skin feels like dry, crunchy leaves. It’s a moss monster with a tnt block inside. So, if you carefully cut around the explosive, you now have a very dangerous vegetable. Thick “meat”, might make a good salad.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

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jason and danny childhood friends au memes (mild spoilers)

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with the absolutely terrible ableism recently shown in the writing of Saki's WLE2 scenario, and people rightfully calling it out, i wanted to point out a more general, subtle thing in PJSK's writing of disabled characters that has felt a little off to me

and it's that between Saki and also Souma, there's been a iffy theme of hospitalised characters being made to feel abandoned by their supposed loved ones, and are then expected to act completely fine about it? i might not remember completely accurately because i haven't re-read stories in a while, but i believe that for Saki, Ichika was the ONLY one of her friends that actually visited her at all in middle school, while Honami and Shiho didn't. and if i remember right, there was a line that implied that Arata was Souma's only regular visitor before he met VBS- and Arata went off to America at one point, and then cut ALL contact with him after what happened in LUtF

both of these characters would have been well within their rights to feel more upset about this!! angry and resentful, even. but they aren't shown like that at all. it's that common ableist expectation for disabled people to constantly have the patience of a saint and not complain about a thing, i think. i really do love Honami and Shiho, but i find it really quite iffy that they weren't criticised in the story more for their extremely hurtful behaviour that must have contributed quite a bit to everything Saki was going through? and Souma, after his partner who he's extremely close to just left with very little explanation, simply commented on how Arata had been "freed" from trying to surpass Rad Weekend, shown acting like he was glad for him- with less focus on how Souma himself must have been feeling? being stuck in HOSPITAL, when Arata not only left him in person but also ghosted him online, Souma quite literally had no way of reaching out- that's horrible!! and he's written to have been not the slightest bit angry about that, barely anything beyond melancholy. just like Saki seemingly forgave Honami and Shiho, no questions asked

don't know, i'm just not a fan of the repeated portrayal of characters who were already in very lonely and isolating experiences, then not being allowed to express more emotion when their FRIENDS contributed to it even more. hell- a rare time that Saki WAS shown to be frustrated in NSNF flashbacks- it was at HERSELF!! she blamed herself for BEING ILL and "burdening" others, with the story not doing much to show that her way of thinking was wrong. awful

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One common thing people who support Steve's endgame ending claim is that Steve was always miserable in the future. He never adjusted or felt at home in the future, so of course when he got the chance to go back to the past he took it.

However the only proof of this is at the start of catws (and that deleted avengers scene). Yes he was feeling lost and adrift but he didn't stay that way. He made friends with Sam and Natasha and Wanda and Thor and he got Bucky back. He found a purpose and became confident in who he was and what he believed in. Steve may have moments of feeling sad, but if you think he stayed that way for 12+ years you're not giving him enough credit.

And the claim that he was always miserable isn't true either. He joked with his friends on several occasions, and I mentioned how much better he was when he became nomad. And sorry to steggy or staron shippers, but Bucky made Steve happier than anyone else did. Look at the museum footage of them, or them looking at each other in infinity war. He was happy without Peggy.

Also I think fans forget the scene in catws where Sam asks him if he misses the past. And what does Steve say in response? He lists things he likes about the future and makes a point of not romanticising the past. It's especially important that he was talking to a black man while saying this. We rightly talk about how awful Bucky would feel about Steve leaving to live a life without him, but also imagine being Sam and hearing that your friend wants to go life in a time when someone like you had less rights than you do now.

And you know the line about shared life experience? It applies to Bucky of course but in endgame you could also apply it in a non romantic way. Because you say Steve was out of place in the future? Well in endgame he was surrounded by people in the same situation. Countless people were forced to adjust to a time they didn't know. Steve is uniquely qualified to bond with these people. And choosing to go back to the past puts him right back where he was when he first went to the future. He again has to adjust to a time he's not familiar with.

Funny how in order to justify his ending you have to ignore what his story has previously shown us.

THANK YOU! This is so very true, all of it. Completely agree, you make so many excellent points.

Of course Steve felt lost and adrift at first: he was. He was all alone in a foreign time, he lost everyone, he had ptsd because of the war he fought in and everything that had happened to him etc. etc. It would've been strange if he hadn't been depressed in those first years.

But you're right, he was already making significant steps towards being more settled in the new century by the time Bucky returned, and then when he did, I would argue he became a sort of anchor for Steve in the new time. And from that moment on, Steve really started to belong, and realize that he didn't want to go back, but forward. Like, Nomad Steve was NOT dreaming about going back to the 40s, there is no way. That man belonged right where he was, with Bucky by his side, and he knew it.

Home. And he did not mean bloody 1945.

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Also, can I just say that Steve never seemed particularly happy or settled in the 30s/40s? Yes, he had his mother and he had Bucky, and yes, it was "his" time and Brooklyn and I'm sure he came to miss it once he couldn't go back to it anymore, but he was often sick and he was poor and he was frustrated with the world around him and his own body's limitations, and he always wanted sometimes else, something more.

And sure, one could argue that he finally found his calling once he was given the serum and became Cap (and got a healthy body that fit his spirit), but we know he was still miserable at first, as a dancing monkey. I do think the period of time after he'd rescued Bucky, when the Howling Commandos worked closely together for a few years, must've been a special time for Steve, which he will have missed later on for sure. But it was still wartime. Wartime, and being in a war zone, is miserable, and far from a dream life for Steve. So like... what exactly was he supposedly longing for in the past so much that it would've been impossible for him to ever settle in the present? The thing he most clearly missed from his past was Bucky, and he got him back.

So yeah, I think Steve was just fine where he was eventually, and he would have never, ever thrown everything he’d built, the life that had become his, and everyone he'd come to care about and who cared about him, casually out of the window in order to go back to a past he never gave any indication of actively wanting to go back to.

Funny how in order to justify his ending you have to ignore what his story previously showed us.

Exactly that. That's precisely what Endgame did: it ignored Steve's previous story and his character development over several movies in order to shoehorn in the heteronormative ending the studio execs apparently demanded. Spineless, inane bullshit, if you ask me.

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when i was 11 and first got obsessed with wicked, i had no idea i was shipping these two women. which is insane because i'd already been reading fanfiction for years at that point. but with elphaba and galinda it was "their friendship is so beautiful and meaningful..." and it honestly wasn't until adulthood that i was like "...and also they lez out like crazy"