#i for one would find it really funny if the plot of the next movie is trying to convince jeff to quit his job but i doubt it jxnsn

[clawsdevour]

homemade film

wc: 1.3k content warning: post-timeskip, public, fingering, smut, kuroo x reader, not proof read

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The smell of warm buttery popcorn hits your nose the moment your boyfriend, Kuroo, flings open the door for you. Heading in, both of you were so excited to watch this new movie that you see everyone talk highly about.

“Thank you.” Kuroo receives the two slips of tiny paper that tells you your seating, giving you yours to see what seat you’re sitting in.

Glancing down at your tickets, your seat was A19. Which means he’s either gonna be sitting next to you on A20 or A18. A? Is that the front or back row of the theater? Pondering, you’re really hoping it’s not the front.

“Kuroo, are we sitting in the front or back of the room?” Kuroo’s looking at you with a happy expression. You’re staring at him for an answer as he lets out a low nervous chuckle.

“So.. you know the movie’s pretty popular. Somehow I got us the last seats they had left. This might sound funny but, we’re sitting all the way in the back. And well.. in the corner too, haha..” you didn’t mind at all where you were gonna sit, you were just a bit curious about all the seats that would be sold out. You giggled out an It’s okay while you wrap your arm around his bicep.

“Let’s get some popcorn and a drink to share, then find our seats, yeah?” Kuroo nods while walking you over to the concession stands. You order a medium popcorn with extra butter and a soda before strolling down to your assigned theater.

It was pretty easy to find your seats. Like Kuroo said, back corner. Your seating location made it kinda difficult to see the screen. But you’re still able to watch the movie of the century with your boyfriend Kuroo, which was all that mattered to you. You feel his eyes on you as your head is turned to the screen with eyes glued on the advertisement.

“Can you see from here babe?” Kuroo asked while popping a few pieces in his mouth. Nodding your head, grabbing the drink from the cup holder. You brush your hands against his warm knuckles, averting your vision to look back at him as the lights slowly dim.

“I hope this movie is as good as they say…” you leaned in, whispering seductively to toy with him before you returned to your seat. He’s looking at you with his mouth slightly parted open, processing your advances. You see him shift the way he sits to get comfortable, slouching down in his seat. Possibly hiding his slightly growing erection as the movie started.

Halfway into the movie, he’s munching loudly on popcorn acting like the movie’s gonna end already. The look in his expression already tells you that he’s not getting the film whatsoever. Three quarters through, you started to understand why. The movie is such a bore. Did people actually sit through and watch this whole thing.. or are they lying in the reviews?? Random thoughts about the movie raced through your mind as you tried to understand this strange plot.

At some point in the movie it’s literally just the main character’s flashbacks replaying from the beginning of the movie. The light casted onto you from the screen, and onto your smooth thighs that spilled on the seat. Kuroo’s eyes couldn’t keep his gaze away, you felt his piercing pupils stare at you but you didn’t know where they lingered. That was until the brightness dimmed and you felt a warm big hand gently place itself on your leg.

Kuroo’s hand slowly stroked and carressed your thigh as he continued to have his attention on the screen. He knows what he’s doing. Your legs stiffened and pressed against each other. When you turned your head to look at him, his eyes watched the movie with a slight smirk that appeared on his face when he started to trace patterns onto your skin.

You can’t help but think This may be risky, but it does make things fun.. way more exciting than the movie itself. Biting down your lower lip before glancing to your right. People’s eyes are all focused on the boring film in front of them. You reach down, placing your hand on top of his to slide him down to your warm and slightly damp panties. Looking up at him through your lashes, he’s also taking a peek at you, understanding your motives.

“This movie’s boring, hmm?” Kuroo’s husky voice cooed in your ear, words only you’re able to hear through the whole room with his hand between your legs. Quietly you agree with him before rubbing them together when his fingers find and press against your clothed clit.

“You look so pretty today, getting all dolled up for our date.. even though the movie isn't that good as people said…” his lips placed a kiss on your cheek as he continued to murmur into your ear, his hot breath tickling your face.

“Can I make you feel good by slipping a finger or two in, baby?” Awaiting your permission, he doesn’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do. However, you grant access to his request. The thrill was exciting, you’ve never felt the adrenaline rush through you like this before.

Covering your silent gasp with your hands when his fingers reach into your underwear. Brushing against your clit, feeling all the collected slick that you produced down there from all the excitement. His middle finger fiddles around, making sure he gets it all wet before sticking it into you. You can’t help but squirm a bit in your seat when he makes contact with your bundle of nerves. Feeling his finger prob down there, your hand travels onto his forearm, impatiently signaling him to enter your hole. To which he obliges, holding back a sigh of relief while you feel his long thick finger enter you.

He feels you clench around him, driving him crazy. “Shit..” Kuroo’s mumbling to himself while you scanned the theater trying to cover his movements. He’s gradually taunting you down there, curling his finger around your tight walls, watching your silent reactions with a small grin plastered across his lips.

Feeling the knot start to build up in your stomach, ready to be released soon. Breathing heavily as he starts to speed up, he adds in another finger which makes you tilt your head back. Kuroo… this man..! When we get home I’m gonna suck you bone dry, just you wait. The juices coming out started to soak your panties, and eventually dripped down onto the cushions of the seat you’re sitting on.

Increasing your grip on his arm to let him know you’re close. He’s adding more speed and power with each thrust his fingers launch into you. Your legs started to shake as you tried to keep them apart for him so he could finish you off. Your nails dug deep into his arm, creating crescent marks on his skin. Knowing how that knot was about to be cut, he places his thumb on your clit. Kuroo’s thumb moved in circles to stimulate you further.

Shuffling around with your head pushed back on your seat with all your might, taking in his long and thick fingers that created stimulating waves of pleasure. Your vision turned white. It wasn’t the end credits of the movie, you just came on his fingers. That built up knot that was just cut, sent you into great relief as euphoria washes over you. Your grip on his arm dropped to a zero while you sat in your seat trying to get your breathing back to its original state.

Pulling his fingers out of your sopping wet pussy, he’s also looking around to see if anyone noticed. Slipping his digits away from your body, Kuroo’s eyes were filled with lust while he showed you his devious smirk.

“How ‘bout we make our own movie when we get home?” Kuroo whispers while he licks your warm release off his glossy fingers.

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[mikachondria]

The Bats favourite barbie movies:

Dick - The Barbie Fairytopia series, entirely based on vibes. Forced each of his siblings to a marathon at least once. He's the biggest Bibble fan. One time his siblings gifted him a Bibble shower curtain and bathmat for his birthday as a joke but he uses both, because 1) he unironically loves it and 2) his siblings always get really exiting when they visit him and see, he hasn't changed them.

Jason - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper, I will not elaborate. He's also a Princess and the Popstar hater because “They tried to rip off their own movie but somehow lost all the good parts in the process. Like yeah, give us two very privileged white girls in slightly different situations and compare it to the criticism of the social class differences in a monarchy.”

Yes, he gets defensive over it.

Tim - Barbie in the Nutcracker. One time when he was little, his parents couldn't come home on Christmas eve (I'm a Janet and Jack Drake slightly neglectful but still loving parents believer, they didn't forget him, their flight was just cancelled) so he searched up Christmas movies to watch alone. When his parents got home the next day they found him asleep on the sofa and the end credit scene frozen on the TV. They take him to see the real ballet a week later and after that, Barbie and the Nutcracker becomes a comfort movie for him. He thinks it's objectively not the best Barbie movie but the nostalgia just hits him every time he watches it. (When Cass got a role in the nutcracker ballet, he was so excited. She played a rat and loved the role)

Cass - Most people would probably think it would be a ballet related movie like Nutcracker, 12 Dancing Princesses or Swan Lake but it's actually Barbie as the Island Princess. She deeply relates to Ro growing up in isolation, struggling to adjust to society and speaking a language no one else understands, though Ro's story is much more lighthearted than her own. When Ro gets reunited with her mother, Cass cries every time because it reminds her of her own adoption and finally finding her place.

Duke - Barbie and the Diamond castle, again purely the vibes. He's convinced that Alexa and Liana are gay for each other and sees the guys as inconvenient plot devices (“They rode away from the princes on a literal rainbow bridge!”).

Also sometimes uses his powers to ride away on a rainbow bridge himself, just because he thinks it's funny. This is inspired by this post from @jello-jelly-coconut

Steph - Barbie in a Mermaid Tale. Partly vibes, partly because when she was younger, she sometimes wished to have a second life, a second home too just like Merliah, with a father who loved her and her mom instead of being absent/in jail.

She knows the lyrics and dance moves to Queen of the Waves by heart.

She also loves picking the illogical things in the movie apart (“The mermaids breathe underwater so they have to have gills, but they can also breath air, that means they are some mammal-fish hybrids which would make Merliah a hybrid of a hybrid”) but defends it with her life as soon as someone else criticises it because how dare they disrespect her favourite Barbie movie?

Damian - Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus. At first he refuses to watch any Barbie movies with his siblings at all, but agrees after weeks of them asking. He wants to watch something with a dragon but Barbie and Rapunzel is not available on any streaming platform at that time and they have to buy/borrow a physical copy so he settles for the next best thing, a pegasus. He has low expectations.

Then he sees Annika trying to adopt a polar bear cub in the first few minutes of the movie and immediately likes her.

He's hooked till the end and has to admit that he liked the movie.

He still refuses to watch other Barbie movies though, this time with the reason that they wouldn't be as good as Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus anyways so it would be a waste of time.

Barbara - Technically not a movie, but Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse. She always has a tab with the youtube playlist open and will watch episodes when patrol gets boring. One time she forgot to mute herself and got teased by the other batkids but then she started streaming the episodes for them on their phones during stakeouts and they shut up because they got invested. Bruce is not aware of this.

Barbara's favourite character is the closet.

Bruce - He's doesn't have a favourite Barbie movie (it's Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses)

Unfortunately I don't know enough about Kate, Luke, etc to assign them a movie but feel free to add to the list

[the-quaint-quail]

𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 -> 𝐣. 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏.𝟒𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

“Okay I'll admit, that was really good."

"I'm glad you agree, Pet Semetery- the original version, is an absolute masterpiece of a movie with a 'fuck around you find out' plot. and as a horror movie it's... good"

You give Jamil a look, tongue wedged between your teeth, he quickly looks at the screen with a huff. You rolled your eyes at him as you quickly snatched up the cold remote on your thigh, grim's pervious resting place before he ran for the hills during the movie. You click the back button on the remote a few times, Jamil looking over when you started to grumble and whack the remote. You stopped for a moment to stare at the screen.

“Shit” you mumble, adjusting your comfortable position to a kneeling one.

Like you were born and raised in the circus you started contorting your body- specifically your arm as you wave around the remote.

Jamil clears his throat from the couch. "Just good? yeah right, you were about to go in a lecture style analysis. I know Vil is very into movies."

You switched hands, leaning away from jamil in search for a better angle. 

“Vil?” you hum without a thought, “He’d say there’s a time and place for watching movies: film club- especially if you want to go in depth about it.. We do talk about movies though. Sometimes” Jamil can make out bits and pieces of your mumbles, something about VIl and joining the club.  

The couch behind you shrugged, Jamil keeping attention on the screen. "Still, not a lot of people I know really enjoy horror films like this- besides.." He thinks for a moment, mindlessly naming the two names he knows:

Najma and Floyd... 

Yet there was a problem with both.

"Buttt" you edged on, already knowing what direction this was going in.

Jamil sighs, further spreading himself out on the couch as he continued watching you jump around. Just the thought of his beloved sister and rambunctious teammate exhausted him, added a weight to both his mind and shoulders when he should be here, relaxing.

He spoke into the space provided by his spread palm, hoping it would shield him from your observant eye, and you from his but kept his eye on you as you tried bending over backwards to get a connection. 

"But" he continues "Najma gets scared not even halfway through the movie then has the gal to tell people we associate with that I was the one who got scared, screamed like her- proceeding to sound like absolute buffoon, then saying I ran away-" he stops himself talking a deep breath. 

You try frowning to try and save your reputation as a compassionate person, but you can feel his steely orbs chipping your shoulder. 

"And Floyd?" you squeeze out.

"and Floyd can have a good debate, until he gets weird with it or pushes the line." Jamil sighed, pinching his nose bridge as he remembered the day and night he introduced him to Friday the 13th. 

Floyd had jump scared Jamil in the shower with a Micheal Myers mask after basketball practice the next day…

Jamil winces whenever that memory makes a show during one of his daily evaulaions. He regrets ever telling or trusting Floyd with anything horror related and learned his lesson. 

The worst part ist that every time Floyd or Azul wants something from him or for him to do something, they try to say that they're going to tell you about Floyd's little prank and how funny it was when Jamil fell from fright. Or how he tried elbowing Floyd only….

Jamil’s naisl dug painfully into his forehead.

Those bastards-

"oh yeah” Jamil’s head pops up at your lazy drawl “You..” you stall for a moment, Jamil heard a light laugh from you as you knelt on the floor like a sniper, the remote held sideways as you mentally lit up the television. “Iknow how floyd is-” Standing up again, you rolled the remote with your wrist as you glanced back at stressed Jamil. “-for halloween he said that we should be partner costumes: him a serial killer and me the final girl. and I was like; 'uh, why was that your immediate reaction'. "

Jamil quickly agrees with his own disgusted look. 

Jamil makes a mental note to keep you away from Floyd… and showers-

You lazily point at the television- “Yes!” You celebrated when you saw the movie selection screen.

Falling back into the couch while shaking out your tired ahnd, you were able to find that sweet spot again. You skim a few pages before quickly switching pirating apps. "there's a broader selection on this one, but it's kinda ass" you explained.

"And- I'm not Floyd, " you shimmied into him quicker than he could compute before ploping down into the couch, uour feet were the cloest thing to him. A not so scary movie was now on the screen, it was easily a critically acclaimed, an ‘immediate to watch movie.’

pressing the remote final time, you let it fly with a rip of your wrist as it lands onto the couch cushions nextt to you.

The movie productions logo plays on the screen as you both still for a moment.

he first five minutes play before you’re back to slamming the clicker’s buttons- “This is so ass”

Jamil silently agrees and is glad you changed it… He wouldn’t be able to hold back hsi comments for muh longer. 

Picking a better movie, you try again, this time falling into him with a dramatic sigh, his disgruntled noise and lack of immediate action helped satiate your fear of rejection. "I’m telling you they just added that stupid butterfly seen just to have an aesthetic shot for the trailer- like are you kidding me!?"

"Alright alright enough" he sighs, though the lilt in his voice doesn’t go unoticed. He tries his best to turn his head and bite down his wobbly smile, but he could never hide his smiles around you. 

He adjusts himself around you, you sank deeper into him when he moved his arm to the top of the couch, legs tangling like reeds. The love he feels from your fingers- your hands on his face that forces him to look at you has him wanting to flee. To turn back around, push you away and curl up into a ball of comfortability. But he cannot fight you, doesn’t even try to as you lean up to give him a kiss. 

You laugh when he grumbles, rolles his eyes, jerks his nose, and when his arm start gliding down the exspensive sofa. “You’re so cute” you stop the snake in its tracks, stilling on the meat of your hip. The snakes head, the thumb, licks at you. The master looking anywhere but you. 

Careful not to hurt him, you’re in his personal space when your nose ghosts against his- his eyebrow raised and eyes observant.

“Espcially when you let me spoil you with my love” You trailed off, nose kisses and lip locked kisses gone with a puff of cold air. Happily humming you cuddle up against him again, and with two clicks the new movie starts. and pauses.

Jamil doesn’t give you the chance to maon or groan when you gasp at the strong arm around your wiast. With single armed tug on your waist your face first into the arm and splayed across Jamil.

You gasp, frantically trying to get up and flee but he traps you there, against him and his heater body. You whine, half heartedly trying to get away while Jamil manipulates your body to his liking. In your new position Jamil was leaning against the couch, legs propped to the side to reveal you, locked in this cage of limbs. They were heavy and over yours like pyhtons, the rest of your body against his chest comfortbaly as he stares down at you with those playful eyes of his.

You blubbered like a fish, mentally starting a sentence only for the wrong syallbules to come out. Your body heated up at each stammer and stutter and since when was Jamil one to take mercy?

“Anything else you would like to say? Where did all the bravado go. hm?” He kisses you deeply, the angle stretching both your necks uncomfortbaly, he kisses your head and steals the remote.

With ease the movie starts playing, the awe and disgust on your face has him pulling you impssibly closer to him. If he focused long enough, he could pretend it wasn’t the clothes that were brushing against him, that he could feel the warmth of your skin through those silly layers you both have on. The thick sweatpants and sweatshirt gone from existence when the hands around your wist dives into the waist band. You gasp, fidget even, but do’t stop him.

He doesn’t do much besides rub your hip, doesn’t need to.

His other props him against the sofa’s arm. You two fit together as perfectly as the snakee bangle he wears.

And Jamil thinks, that despite the blackmail, he doesn’t mind watching the occasional horror movie with you. 

[maudie-duan]

Series Summary: Harry has been fighting to keep his relationship with Olivia afloat for nearly two years. At what point do you choose to either endure or let the strain of the world defeat his ambitious hopes of a lasting relationship? Or will a single night and a fleeting encounter be enough to change the projection of Harry’s path? Maybe our ‘Mystery Girl,’ Shiloh, will just happen to be in the right place at the right time. 

Word Count: 3.4K

Warning: SLOW-BURNER, Strong Language, Major Angst, Eventual Smut, Emotional.

Hi

That was all she sent. I’ve waited months to hear a single word from Shiloh, and that was it. It made me laugh, the universe poking fun, a literal manifestation sent in a text, so I really couldn’t complain, right?

She sent the message at seven in the morning, which made it even more random. I felt like I needed context; was this the door opening? I ended up locking myself in my hotel room for hours, staring at that one word until my phone died, switching between apps on my phone. Trying to figure out what she was up to, sitting there at a loss for how to reply, because what did she want? Could it really be that simple?

All day, I never messaged her back. That night, we had our NYC movie premiere, so I switched into “go mode” and put all thoughts of Shiloh on the back burner, thinking I just needed to make it through the evening, then she could have all my time. I could reach out tomorrow; maybe we could unpack everything and have a fresh start, but what did I tell you about the universe?

There I was, trying to bail out of the after-party, making a list of faces I needed to say my goodbyes to, and just as I turned my head to plot my escape, in walks Shiloh and Timothee. I kid you not—Shiloh was the last person I expected to show up. There I was, thinking I had a better chance of running into her in LA than in New York City, thinking I had more time, and what a fucking site to behold. 

Silly me for thinking we didn’t run in the same circle these days. It was crazy how impenetrable Shiloh was becoming in such a short time, and yes, I know a lot of it was my own doing because maybe she had always been there, but I was too caught up in my own world to pay attention. Isn’t it funny how the things we avoid seem to find us no matter what—and in seeps the regret of my avoidance, the universe laughing in my face?

I watched as she spotted Florence standing idle at the end of the bar. She must have been waiting for them because she already had drinks, shoving their beverages into their empty hands while they gave their greetings, and god, Shiloh looked amazing. She looked like she had just walked off a ’90s runway—sexy silver knee-high boots that reflected the light every time she moved an inch, her Gucci black tights a second skin, flush against her toned legs that looked like they went for miles, under a tight black mini skirt. I don’t know how she did it—how she made her short stature stretch like that, but it was nothing short of impressive; she had me choking on my drink, disoriented as soon as we locked eyes, finding me in seconds, intuitively searching the room for my gaze, her green eyes shooting a spark down my spine as all the noise in the crowded bar overwhelmed my senses.

She saw me, but did she see me? It was the same question I would ask myself the rest of the night. The whole interaction reminded me of the first time we crossed paths, the way her eyes moved past me without a second thought. This time, our eyes met, and without hesitation, she turned to look over her shoulder. Catching Timothee’s eyes, who turned my way, his stare lingering longer than Shiloh’s, and when he met her eyes again. I swear he gave the slightest nod, and there was something about the gesture that left me unsettled—the two of them sharing a communicative look that made me desperate for even a semblance of the bond they so clearly had.

What would my next move be? When now, I looked like a complete idiot for not texting back, behaving like I haven’t just spent months in therapy trying to get my shit together, and then I ordered another drink. I stood there at the bar, knowing that someone was bound to approach me if I just waited long enough, and to my dismay, of course, it would be Olivia:

“Negroni, please…” She says, lifting a hand to get the bartender’s attention. I already know what this is about; the gull this woman has sometimes really is beside me. Maybe this is what I liked about her at one point, but I’ve lost patience for it altogether, and now she feels like a stray cat trying to mark her territory, except that ship has long sailed, and I don’t have the energy for it. I truly am over it this time; I swear I’ve learned my lesson, and there will be no more weak-hearted temptation on my behalf—Venice was embarrassing enough.

“I don’t want to do this with you, Olivia…” I tell her, not even looking her way as I bring my drink to my mouth. 

She laughs, feigning innocence, and I can tell it’s all an act, “Oh, please, get over yourself…I’m just ordering a drink—”

“Yeah—I’m sure…” 

“I see your bell of the ball just walked through the doors,” She laughs, “And is she with Timothee Chalamet? I’ve heard he has a way of charming the masses…” 

I laugh, “It’s none of my business…and it’s definitely not yours…” and I grab my drink and walk off, not giving her the satisfaction of me just on the cusp of groveling because I think I would do it. If Shiloh waved me over, I have a feeling I would say and do anything, and that’s just too fucking messy right now, so what do I do?

When I look back over, Shiloh is propped against a stool, Timothee beside her, his arm stretched behind her, resting on the bar. It’s very buddy, buddy, very hmmmm….is there something more there? But is there? And really, it isn’t my business, but if there was, why would she send me that message?

I listened to her Howard Stern interview on my way over from Italy. She has a way of talking about him, not nervous or dodging very many questions; you can tell they know each other. I’m practically a stranger in her eyes, so if there were something there, it would be perfectly understandable, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m jealous, that I wish it were me standing there, and as I get caught up in a conversation with one of my cast mates it doesn’t stop me from watching, from observing their progression.

At one point, I spotted her chatting it up with Chris Pine, honestly, longer than expected, long enough for him to order her a drink. What were they even talking about? Was this another one of those mysterious connections, or was it just her networking? 

Everything about her was perplexing; was it all an act, or would I ever have the chance to find out for myself? Then she crossed her long legs in front of her, lifting her glass to Chris’s—that’s when I thought I would lose it—the power she held over me was mystifying, a gravitational pull I could feel from every corner of the room. When she stood from the bar stool to excuse herself, she pulled at the hem of her short black skirt, I saw Chris’s eyes drop for a split second, and I had to excuse myself from the room because what the fuck am I doing?

And then I’m literally forcing myself to hide.

I’ve been on the verge of making a fool of myself all night, unable to hold a basic conversation for more than five minutes without my wandering eye getting the best of me. Maybe this is turning into a problem because I’m losing focus, losing sight of my life. She is all too consuming, and there seems to be no running, so what do I do? 

How long could I stay here, locked in this stall? If I leave without saying goodbye or making an attempt to be polite, am I an asshole? Does she already think I’m an asshole? Was she mad at me earlier, that passive glance? I can see why she’s avoiding me, but can’t she just understand? Is this a game? Did she come here with Timothee just to prove that she can, and fuck, what is wrong with me? 

We’re both grown-ups. I can do this: march out there and say Hi. I can be casual, I can play it cool, I can play whatever game this is because my end game is Shiloh, and if I have to wait around for her and Timothee to play out whatever it is that is happening, the best I can hope is that it’s quick, and of course, I’m assuming the worst. I need to get over myself, and as I walk out of the stall, there’s Timothee, washing his hands, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror, and there’s that smile, that sweet, innocent grin of his, and how does he do it?

“If it isn’t Harry freaking Styles…What’s up, dude…” He laughs, “I’ve been rocking your nail polish… I love it, man.” Then he holds up a wet hand, his green-painted nails speckled with water spots.

And I nod my head with approval, his gesture making me laugh. “I thought that was you…”

“You’re nails look great.” I tell him, “That’s probably my favorite collection so far…” This comment makes Timothee shy away, smirking at the ground as he shoves his hands in his pockets. 

“Mmmm…” Timothee hums, eyes flicking to mine, and I smile. This time, I’m the one shying away as I finish rinsing the soap from my hands.

Timothee clears his throat, the echo sounding around us, “I’m here with a friend. I’m pretty sure you guys know each other…would you want to join us for a drink?” 

“Oh—like join you guys for a drink?” I ask, feeling caught off guard. The thought of being that close to Shiloh is stirring my thoughts already.

He laughs, “Well yeah…”

“Mmm…” I nod, staring back at Timothee, confused, thinking maybe he has no idea, “I wouldn’t want to impose…” I tell him, searching his face for any clues.

“I’m not normally a name dropper, but is there ever a time that Harry Styles’ presence is an imposition?” He asks, placing a hand on my shoulder. I’ve never been this close to him before, seen his face this up close and personal as I take in the details that probably draw Shiloh in. 

And all I can do is smile, “I could think of a few times…trust me…” I answer, and this makes Timothee laugh, his eyes flitting over my face, and when he realizes his hand is still on my shoulder, he drops it. 

“Sorry…I’m not gunna lie…I’m a little drunk—” Timothee confesses, pinching two fingers together. 

I laugh, feeling my drinks catching up as Timothee’s close proximity makes me lightheaded, his closeness meaning Shiloh is even closer.

“Come on—” and he nudges his head toward the door, and without thought, I’m following, my feet treading lightly like air collecting under my feet, and I’m sailing, my feet moving in stride with Timothee, my thoughts moving closer and closer to Shiloh. 

My head is spinning on a new high, a birds-eye view, and when we finally make our way to Florence, Shiloh is nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Shi?” Timothee asks, gutting me, a nickname, god, what else will slice me open?

Florence looks around, “I think…” and I follow her line of sight, “Ah…yes, she’s still there…” She points over at Shiloh, who is awkwardly sandwiched between Olivia and Chris, and when she meets my eyes from across the room, they linger as she brings her glass to her mouth. Then Olivia places a hand on Shiloh’s forearm, trying to hold her attention, and I see what she’s doing.

My hands break into a cold sweat, my heart thudding against my sternum. Olivia has my blood boiling, pissed because she knows she’s crossing the line. It’s not like I have any claim to Shiloh, but I know she’s only talking to her to make me mad, and it’s fucking working. I take one last glance and turn away to order another drink; that’s when Timothee puts an arm around my shoulder, asking me to take a shot with him.

Florence joins in, the two of them keeping my attention, even though a piece of me wants to look over my shoulder any chance I get, wondering how long Shiloh could end up being held hostage. If there’s anything Olivia is best at, it’s fucking talking, and I’m sure Shiloh is kind enough to stick it out: One shot goes down and I swipe my drink off the bar top, needing something to hold, something to distract me and I risk another glance, catching Shiloh mid smile as she nods her head, a look on her face like she’s actually enjoying the conversation, and the thought makes my stomach stir, a knot of nerves tightening as I take a drink. 

 It’s like Shiloh can detect my stare because her eyes sweep to mine, and I turn away quickly, downing the rest of my drink, like a dummy, afraid of getting caught, but maybe I don’t care anymore, and I look again, watching as Shiloh excuses herself. Then she’s moving through the crowd, her eyes trained on me, and it’s too much, my heart pounding, the excitement racing through every limb in my body, and when she smiles, I have to look away, smiling down at my lap, all-knowing, and I wait.

I can’t look as she closes the gap between us, knowing she’s mere seconds away from being here, right next to me, a foot, maybe inches apart because how many times have I daydreamed about this moment, the chance to look into those eyes again, capture her smile again, refresh the tiny details that seem to be slipping—slipping away with every negative thought, every self-doubt because she just smiled, that smile was for me, that smile making my whole body tingle, a chill humming down my spine, just waiting for her to pass behind me, and I’m listening, waiting for Timothee or Florence to yell out her name, to hear the sound of her familiar voice.

And then there’s nothing, and when I look over at Timothee and Florence, they’re still caught up in their conversation, no Shiloh, and when I look back in Shiloh’s direction, someone’s drawing her into another conversation, my heart dropping when she looks over, her eyes shifting past me and calls out for Timothee, gaining his attention. She waves him over, turning her back to me as soon as Timothee joins them, shutting me out, and I’m ordering another drink, sinking into the disappointment. 

“I’ll see you in California, Harry,” Florance tells me, placing a hand on my back as she pushes past me to join Shiloh and Timothee. 

When Florence ventures over, it’s clear that she’s making her exit, taking with her the guests she so graciously invited, and I force my eyes away, guessing by their actions that they’re forming a game plan for the rest of their night because it’s obvious that it isn’t over. I can feel their excitement from here, from where I’m sitting all alone. 

I don’t even watch them leave. I just finish my drink and call my car service, giving them a head start because, at the rate in which I’m falling under, descending into the pity party that I know awaits me back at my hotel, I don’t want to risk running into them. When I finally collect myself, I slip out, my bodyguard waiting for me just outside the doors, and slide into the back seat, exhaling a long breath until I feel my body decompress, my lungs emptying as I stare out the window, the New York nightscape passing me by, the city alive, even though I’m slowly fading.

The car stops at a red light at the corner of an empty block, my eyes barely grazing over the three people standing on the corner until I see the silver boots. Then Timothee’s face comes into focus, snapping me out of my haze. Florence parts ways with them, laughing about something over her shoulder, then runs up the stairs into the brownstone, a random building, and it must be where she’s staying.

“Can you pull over, maybe across the street over there?” I ask the driver, and he flicks the blinker, slowly turning onto the street and parks. 

He parks a few cars down, and I turn to peer through the back window; Shiloh and Timothee lit up under the street light hanging tall above their heads, the two of them going back and forth, a pleading look on Timothee’s face—and before I continue. I want you to know this wasn’t my finest hour—I just had to see it for myself. Know what they were when the world wasn’t watching. 

I couldn’t tell if it was an argument or just a discussion. It seemed private by the way they didn’t follow Florence into the building. So they wanted to be alone, but what were they talking about, and why did it seem like Timothee was trying to convince her of something? His mouth moved a mile a minute, talking with his hand like he was trying to stress a point, his face giving him away the entire time, and then Shiloh shifted her body, giving me the perfect view of their side profiles, a better idea of her reaction in all of this.

Timothee says something, signaling a pause between them both, his eyes trained on her face, and it has to be a question because Shiloh is just standing there, gazing up at him, her arms hugging tight around her body. I can’t read her expression, but when her eyes dart to the ground and she shakes her head, Timothee throws his hands up in the air, a fit of frustration sweeping between them both. 

That’s when Shiloh reaches for his arm, mouthing the word, “Please,” because I see it plain as day, my heart sinking with the plea because she’s pleading with him now, both hands wrapped around his forearm, trying to keep him there, and Timothee readying himself to walk away from whatever this was because it was obviously something, and then Shiloh is grabbing his shirt, her eyes seeking his, that same pleading look that Timothee had now taking Shiloh’s features, and I’m sick with it, that last drink churning in my stomach realizing he’s about to get my girl, she’s about to be his, because it couldn’t be more evident what this conversation was about.

Timothee turns back to face her. Shiloh pulls at his shirt and draws him closer as a warm smile plays on her lips. It’s like watching a movie—a tale as old as time, who will get the girl? It’s like a strange sense of Deja Vu because maybe deep down, I always knew I would never get the girl because I never deserved her. Then Timothee is cupping her cheek, Shiloh’s hand coming up to his, and they both laugh as Timothee utters the words that I know are about to be my ending.

And it’s devastatingly beautiful, the smile that spreads on her face, because this is it, because when she nods her head, “Yes,” gripping his wrist as he slowly leans in to press his lips to hers, she wants it. After all, she’s grabbing his face, coming up to the tips of her toes as Timothee wraps his arms around her body, closing the gap between them, a gasp leaving my mouth when I realize I’m witnessing their first kiss.

Devastating doesn’t even begin to describe the depth to which I’ve fallen, the sinking feeling that I may never have my chance, or that any chance I would have had in the past was completely ruined. Tell me to beg. I’ll do it; tell me to grovel, to crawl on my knees and plead for it because I’m burning for it, on fire for a love I know is mine. Tell me to reason; I’ll find reasons to fight, lay claim to a person I barely even know, but my soul knows because I’m not a godly man, but I’ve been praying, I’ve been praying ever since New York.

A/N: Honestly, I laughed out loud when I wrote that very last line with no intention of doing it, and then I just couldn't help myself! So then it had to become the title. Tag List is always open for future updates. Let me know in the comments!

LET'S TALK ABOUT IT: Harry's always in his feels! What do we think about him being a creep and watching Shi and Timmy's moment??

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PART TEN

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[anarchy-and-piglins]

I probably won't write anything for it, but I need to share this with the world and I felt you would appreciate it: Em Duo/Boreal Trio "Knight and Day (2010)" Au, (but platonic)

Techno is flying home for an event of Skeppy's, they were orphans in the same group home and Skeppy would kill him if he wasn't there for the event (in canon it's a wedding, but a graduation or something would do) when he gets bumped into by a blond man in the airport. Man kindly helps him up, brushes him off, tells him "it's my fault, mate," and disappears. Techno goes through security, seeing glimpses of the blond man as he goes. When he gets through the security, the man bumps into him again. They chat a bit and Techno finds it weirdly easy to talk to this guy. It's like they've known each other for years. Turns out they're headed to the same gate, but when Techno gets there he's told he's not on the flight. The blond man says something cryptic about things happening for a reason and is checked onto the plane. Techno goes to wait for the next flight and is surprised twenty minutes later to be told there was a mistake and there is room on the plane for him.

He gets on the (empty, like really really empty there's maybe five guys total and the crew on the) plane, seated kitty corner from the blond man from before, who looks a bit perturbed that he's there, but still friendly. They take off and Techno and the guy, Phil, have a nice chat as they fly towards Snowchester. About halfway through, Techno spills something on himself because of turbulence. He excuses himself from the conversation to go clean up and Phil says he'll walk around the cabin for a bit and follows him back to the bathroom. When Techno comes out of the bathroom, Phil is nervously holding two drinks and after handing one to Techno explains that the pilot and the co-pilot and the crew and all of the passengers have uh... well, uh... well they're dead. And uh, they're gonna be landing. Soon. Like really soon. See, the co-pilot shot the pilot after Phil shot the co-pilot, but everything's okay, Phil's a wonderful pilot himself, he'll get them down, and everything is completely under control.

Phil's actually a secret agent trying to stop a top secret project "Zephyr" created by a kid called Ranboo from falling into the wrong hands. He'd used Techno as a mule to get the "Zephyr" through security, and was supposed to be walking into a trap on that plane, which is why he'd tried to warn Techno to stay off it. But who's gonna turn down an earlier flight and a free upgrade, huh? So the agency who's trying to get the "Zephyr" put Techno back on the plane to see what would happen. So now Phil is responsible for keeping civilian Techno alive while Techno panics his way through multiple occasions of extreme danger where Phil has to get them out of there by the skin of their teeth, often by drugging or knocking Techno out for the greater good.

Thoughts?

-- @goat-boo-truther

I had never in my life heard of this movie but this sounds like a very amusing plot. And I'm definitely a fan of 'just a guy Techno' in any circumstance, so that'd be very funny here. If you do ever decide to write it, I would read this for sure hehe

[cupcakeslushie]

Hi there, I love your stuff, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to do an ask the artist

Where are you from?

What's your favorite color?

How long have you been creating art for?

What drives you to make art?

What is your favorite piece of artwork of yours?

What is your favorite fan artwork that was done for you?

What character of yours is your favorite?

If you could go to any fictional world which one would it be?

Do you consider what will please your audience or do you just do your own thing?

What made you want to start your AU?

1. American! Southern girl, specifically.

2. You’d think it would be green with how it’s been my hair color for three years, and I’ve made it my signature on here, but it’s actually yellow! Like the really saturated, sunny kind! 💛

3. Oh lord. Um, since like 1st or 2nd grade.

4. I never really thought about it. I think I’m just a visual person. So if I have an idea, I need to get it on paper to really see it. I’m the same with movies, especially adaptations. I could never picture characters by reading them in books very well, but seeing them in movies I’m like, “oh okay, now I see what they were going for!” It’s also just fun. It’s my own story-telling method.

5. Fav piece of anything I’ve ever made would be one of my stained glass pieces, like my lemon one, that took me three weeks, and was one of my first bigger pieces. Digitally it would probably be my most recent dtiys cause I just don’t like looking at my older stuff.

6. Noooo!! I have so many, especially recently, that I’ve been gifted! I can’t choose just one!!! Seriously! I love everything I’ve ever been sent! I will say, I’ve been gifted a few fan fictions by now, that have had me like, mind blown—just because writing is such a thing that I’ve always admired and never really been able to fully grasp. If you’ve sent me art, it’s more than likely been my phone or iPad wallpaper, and if you’ve sent me fanfiction, I’ve probably read it no less than five times, and will continue to go back to it.

7. I mean, it’s Donnie. It’s pretty clearly Donnie. I try and be fair and love all the boys equally, but I’m not gonna lie, you all know it. It’s obvious. Just know, I’ll never ignore the others story wise 😜. But Donnie gets the most of my attention and my evil creative plots 😈.

8. Any world ever? Probably Fullmetal Alchemist—if I could actually be an alchemist. I mean, like come on—how cool is that? And like, yeah, you’ve got Father and the homucuous running around, but for the most part, the world is pretty chill and has the coolest rules.

9. The main chunks of my stories are really just what I want to see, but sometimes I can hear a suggestion and think about changing the trajectory of things. I’m always open to ideas, especially if I’m stumped on how it should go. I even change my opinions on the things I’ve established myself, I’m very open to changing a story if a better idea comes to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been like, scared to tell something because I think someone wouldn’t like it. If they don’t, that’s fine, not everything is for everyone, and some things only click with a few people. If I really want to tell a story, then I’m going to tell it.

10. It’s really so funny, because at the time, I was working on this short, post-movie aftermath comic about Leo learning to find a healthy middle ground between being the silly guy and a serious leader. But I was having trouble with the next part, so I decided to watch Arcane and doodle. I posted that little concept sheet, and it feels like…within days my inbox was full with people wanting to know more, and the more I answered, the more I was like, wait I wanna actually explore this. Tbh pretty much all my AUs have started this way. With just an idea jotted down, and then turning into something I couldn’t stop developing.

[fallloverfic]

Thoughts on the live-action adaptation of The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells, Episode 4: Escape Velocity Protocol:

Even more critical this week. The writing is just really bad. There is one good part of the episode that I actually liked, but I so strongly disliked 98% of the episode that I'm still 50/50 not going to watch the next one. Please, if you have any interest in this show, read the books, they're so much better.

If you love this show, you should probably look elsewhere, and I wish you the best, I hope you keep enjoying the show. You are not going to convince me it's good. I wish I was with you. I truly do. For the person who replied to my drone post suggesting that the show features a younger Murderbot and the show might show it falling in love with drones/drone usage, which would thus explain the absence of showing/otherwise talking about drones outside the single drone that got destroyed while Bharadwaj was using it, I'm curious: where was that in Episode 4? In All Systems Red ("ASR"), drones are mentioned and used far more in the initial DeltFall trip (Chapter 4) than prior to that (nearly 100% more). There was zero mention of drones anywhere this episode. Of course, this alleged falling in love could still happen in the remaining six episodes. Maybe Murderbot is going to wake up and think, "Dang, I wish I'd had drones." Maybe near the end of the story it'll see a drone on the station and think, "Dang, if only I'd had those..."

That also sounds like such a stupid concept. And is probably being justified by budgeting or something, which is more of a criticism of modern filming constraints and why wasn't this just made in 2D animation where this wouldn't have been as big an issue?

Also, funny story about the "younger Murderbot" concept I was introduced to, and why I'm bringing this up now (on top of I'm still frustrated there has only been one drone and it wasn't even Murderbot's). If someone can reply to me with a specific interview where it's made explicitly clear show!Murderbot is younger than ASR!Murderbot, because I didn't find anything, all I can see is that people are justifying this with the line show!Murderbot uses in Episode 1: "I could now access the combined feed of entertainment channels on the company's satellites. I had watched 7,532 hours of content since then." This would parallel its line in the opening of ASR, when it says, “I could access the combined feed of entertainment channels carried on the company satellites. It had been well over 35,000 hours or so since then, with still not much murdering, but probably, I don’t know, a little under 35,000 hours of movies, serials, books, plays, and music consumed.” Unless there's an actual interview somewhere specifying show!Murderbot's age/that it is younger in the show than in ASR, I'm going to assume people are going off the number change. It's been at least 7,532 hours since it hacked its governor module in the show, rather than a little under 35,000 in ASR, which would be a difference of a little over 3 years, assuming it didn't just do something else in the "missing" 3ish years (and didn't, I don't know, rewatch anything/including that as part of the 7k number).

Why that matters is because while looking up a scene I imagine is going to happen in Episode 5 (Gurathin reveals Murderbot's name), based on trailers and what happens in Episode 4, there's this bit in ASR Chapter 5: “Gurathin hesitated. “It’s downloaded seven hundred hours of entertainment programming since we landed. Mostly serials. Mostly something called Sanctuary Moon.”

I don't know for certain that the people who made this show misread/didn't read the books so badly that they took a 700, added a digit, and used that in the opening rather than the more iconic line. Maybe this is even meant for some kind of plot consistency or something, to better justify Gurathin's declaration. But until I see otherwise, I am convinced something like that happened, and the idea that show!Murderbot is younger and thus needs to learn basic parts of its function it should have been using already (other SecUnits use drones!), is extremely dubious at best, and the missing drones are down to budgeting and perhaps attempted narrative time-saving rather than an actual story concern. I could always be proven wrong by the show.

Why this matters more broadly is a general worry I have that narrative decisions are being dictated by budgeting more than good writing. There's the concept of "doing with what you have", but also "the budgeting decisions are literally interfering with the narrative on top of people who are bad writers". It is, of course, pure speculation that budgeting is to blame. Maybe the folks who make the show think this is all great, especially because they cut Volescu and Overse while adding another human, which leads to more screw-ups this episode. I don't know.

On to the actual episode.

I don't really get the point of the flashback other than emphasizing yet again what seems to be a core theme of the show: humans are disgusting. Look how disgusting they are. Eww they're so gross. Masking is so gross because you sneeze and now have the sneeze on your face guard and why is this show doubling down on pushing against masking, why does sneeze person remove their faceguard when the mask is likely, at least in part, to keep them from contaminating the work?

There is at least a little more about how awful capitalism is, as we see indentured workers and people working in shitty work conditions and a general sort of nihilism among at least some workers.

What particularly bothers me is the weird implication that Murderbot is somehow unique in having anxiety and depression, rather than anxiety and depression being explicit side effects of intentional design, as explained in Artificial Condition, Chapter 2: “When constructs were first developed, they were originally supposed to have a pre-sentient level of intelligence, like the dumber variety of bot. But you can’t put something as dumb as a hauler bot in charge of security for anything without spending even more money for expensive company-employed human supervisors. So they made us smarter. The anxiety and depression were side effects.” They don't overtly state that the uniqueness is show canon outside show!Murderbot's snarky line, "You wouldn't wanna fuck up and produce a chronically anxious, depressed Murderbot." But the implication is there.

I'm not fastening onto this entirely because of the meme about giving a functioning being anxiety for no reason. I think it's fun commentary about how actually knowing more about a situation can lead to depression and anxiety. And also: Murderbot emphasizes it is not unique in many ways, and that its struggles are faced by many other constructs, and this leads into the rest of the narrative. It's not exactly a shout of solidarity or something, but there's an importance in not making Murderbot Just That Speshul, which is part of the general critique of capitalism, which this show continues to have relatively little interest in.

To reiterate, I don't have an issue, hypothetically, with their focusing on the fake soap operas. I was, again, before this all aired, worried they'd treat that part badly or just remove it. As I noted last week, my issue has become that it is now overwhelming the other parts of the narrative. In ASR, Murderbot describes waking up after getting knocked unconscious in a way roughly similar to sleep paralysis, and it sounds truly terrifying (sleep paralysis is awful on its own, and what Murderbot experiences sounds worse). It proceeds to handle the situation with the first rogue pretty well, in a way that works for an action story. A second rogue pops up, Mensah takes care of it. It's all very clean and fun. Overse arrives to help, Ratthi pulls Murderbot onto the hopper, Pin-Lee is piloting (in ASR, Arada stayed behind at the hub), and then Murderbot explains about the combat-override module, and shoots itself. This is a relatively brief section, and I get why a show crew would want to expand it into a bigger action sequence. I am still annoyed they didn't do this for the map investigation section, which would have better fit their needs (I mean if you wanted an action sequence with Ratthi where he screws up, he literally falls into an acid mud pool, and Murderbot pulls him out, come on), but whatever, I get why they expanded on it.

The novella shows that PresAux is good at working in an emergency scenario: not perfect, but they are skilled, relatively good at keeping their heads and working together, and they are adaptable. It makes sense why they were allowed on this mission. And it helps explain why Murderbot likes them.

The show continues to demonstrate that everyone on this team is an incompetent child who should never have been allowed on the mission. I've met tourists who are more intelligent than this alleged group of trained scientists. That's not to say that all such expeditions have people who are trained and mentally prepared for such things. History shows that many such expeditions have people woefully unprepared for the trials they face, even when such expeditions have allegedly trained scientists. And there's nothing necessarily wrong with focusing on how characters are imperfect or just not prepared to meet a particular moment. It's the fact that this is now the fourth episode where I have to beg why? And that this is so against a massive chunk of what makes the source material good. And also that even if you insist the show is doing its own thing, it just isn't entertaining to watch. This isn't meant to be an episode of some survivor show. It's meant to be an adaptation of The Murderbot Diaries. And it's currently more like what I understand survivor shows to be than the latter.

Maybe they had to justify paying the actors for the Sanctuary Moon cameos, and that's why Murderbot keeps seeing extremely long glitchy bits for it. Again, budgeting is seemingly overtaking the story rather than good writing.

Perhaps the only part of this whole mess I liked was that it is incredibly relatable when earworm songs are stuck in your head in times of stress.

I'm going to explain a string of events that happen in the show:

We see Ratthi talking woodenly to the comm on the hopper, demanding to know from Pin-Lee, who is not in the area with him, where Mensah is, despite Arada - who should have been with Pin-Lee - being behind him. We switch to Pin-Lee, who is again, for no apparent reason, using those stupid hand comms and saying, "I don't know. She was... She was right behind us."

Presumably, in the extremely thin forest, the group of three people - Mensah, Pin-Lee, and Arada - were walking together back to the hopper. Pin-Lee and Arada were apparently deeply oblivious to whatever Mensah was doing for reasons unknown (more relationship drama I guess), and thus lost her while walking, at some point woke up to realize this, and Arada continued to the hopper while Pin-Lee stayed behind to check. Why is Ratthi not asking Arada? Why is Pin-Lee explaining this now?

Yes, we get it, Ratthi is incompetent and should not be allowed off-world because he panics near-immediately. We understand, show. We get that Mensah is still having panic attacks and, despite a history of being a good leader, which is why she's in the elected position, and why she's respected, cannot lead a team or give orders.

Also, why does Pin-Lee not know where Mensah was and then near-immediately find her? I just... the series of events is so ridiculous. Yes, I know, as stated, there wasn't much territory to look through. But that the folks who made this expect me to take Ratthi, Pin-Lee, and Arada's confusion and alarm seriously coupled with Pin-Lee near-immediately solving the issue is ridiculous. The show itself shows how incredibly stupid this whole thing is.

Pin-Lee being the one to try to convince Mensah that Murderbot is not a human, not a part of the team is just... I don't have words for this. In ASR, when Murderbot is injured after the DeltFall excursion, it assumes Mensah gets Pin-Lee to come over and look it over from a medical/software standpoint (Pin-Lee often works to make software work in ASR). In short, what should be an interesting conversation with two femme folks of color discussing mental health issues becomes a scene with two incompetent people being intentionally shown to be incompetent because this was all made up for the show and a primary theme of the show seems to be "humans are incompetent." To be clear: it's not both of them are dealing, somewhat badly, with stress, that is the issue. It's that it's generally framed in a way that shows they are not handling this well and were not trained to deal with this. In a different context, this might have been great. Sadly, we are here.

And also generally the show wants you to hate Pin-Lee because they're not that into the throuple situation, they were fine with Ratthi dying, etc. And it's just... why? Why take a competent femme character from the books and turn them into someone you're meant to so heavily dislike?

And I still don't get the use of hand-comms. Ghost in the Shell came out in 1995. Other science fiction films and shows have tackled the concept of visual feeds and talking remotely. Bluetooth exists. We see, on the show, Murderbot accessing its feeds. Why is this something the show couldn't do for anyone who wasn't Murderbot or Gurathin?

I can't with the singing. I just can't. It is so phenomenally stupid, I just can't with it. How does it sing if its voicebox is offline anyway? Does it just power that up first? And why? Not like it can fight with its voice. And the problem is this whole sequence ruins what was a not bad fighting sequence following it. I just didn't care by this point.

As someone who loves a good fight scene, it's not all that interesting a fight scene, anyway. I think the most interesting moment was when Murderbot got squished into a locker. Visually, it was neat. That's all I have to say about it because I'm still noping out so hard about the stupid singing.

I'm glad Mensah saves Murderbot like she does in ASR, and because it's just good, narratively: it shows that, despite her issues, she is still competent and a good problem solver, and willing to act in big ways when needed. However, because Murderbot doesn't deal with a first rogue unit after waking up, leaving the second unexpected one to take it by surprise and be killed by Mensah, again, this doubles down on how everyone in this show is incompetent. The fight with the first unit further demonstrates book!Murderbot's competence. Mensah steps in when it can't handle everything. They are a team. They support each other. Murderbot shows that it's good at its job. Show!Murderbot has not really done that since the worm attack in Episode 1. It couldn't even hold off one SecUnit.

Why are Arada, Pin-Lee, and Ratthi debating Mensah's status? It's just a weird thing. They respect her and her authority. This shouldn't be up for debate. But no, gotta bring back the stereotype hippie "consensus" bullshit and how Mensah's actions go against the whatever, look how terrible these useless hippies are.

I'm not saying this to downplay more equal governmental systems. But the story frames it in a way you're not meant to respect. You cannot avoid how the story is framing whatever PresAux is doing as something you are meant to mock and find annoying.

There's so much going on with Ratthi, the untrained person - though everyone is apparently untrained since the others seem to have "training" from video games - picking up the gun. Pointing it at other humans multiple times... It's meant to be an overt way to show, yet again, Ratthi is incompetent and should not be allowed on a mission or with other people and he is in fact dangerous in this role! Because we haven't seen that dozens of times by now.

For folks who have never handled firearms before, one of the first things you're told is to always point it at the ground, even when the safety is on, unless you are firing it intentionally at something that is not on the ground. If you hold a gun, your chances of hitting someone, particularly fatally, particularly by accident (even if it's just the weapon firing itself because guns can in fact fail), rise exponentially. That's why holstered weapons point the guns down. It is a safety practice to never wave it around like Ratthi does. And hypothetically, it's fine that Ratthi doesn't know what to do with it. He has no training. The issue of course is that Overse has been erased from the story, and someone has to fill Overse's shoes in backing Mensah up, and I guess either of the characters with alleged gun training - Arada and Pin-Lee - were not usable for this.

I don't understand the point of that. Is it entertaining someone?

The throuple still being supportive of each other is good in a very small way. I'm glad the show is queer and supportive of queer relationships (to a degree). I'm glad that somewhere down in the center of it is an attempt to make the characters of color not evil, especially when they pick up weapons (which is truly not a common thing in media, especially by U.S. companies). We're not meant to hate Ratthi, we're just meant to view him as an utter incompetent child. This is still buried under how truly awful everything in this scene is and his pointing the gun at his partners when even he knew that was a bad idea.

I am not averse to Mensah helping Murderbot walk. Some of it was even nice. The hallucination of Murderbot being on the soap opera set, however, was... I hope it's entertaining someone. It wasn't funny. It was uncomfortable to watch. I hope the actors had fun with the silly costumes, at least. Genuinely, I hope they had fun filming this. At least from one interview I saw, it sounds like the set was at least, in some ways, a good place to work. It is actually okay for bad art to exist and for artists to have fun making bad art. I am truly not being sarcastic when I say that. It's just that the issue here is that this is bad art.

It should be pointed out that there wasn't anything in ASR stopping Murderbot from touching its neck. It knows the thing is there. It warns PresAux. Slowly, but eventually.

So hypothetically the theory with show!Arada's plan is: Pin-Lee and Arada are panicking about SecUnit being non-responsive, Mensah being non-responsive, and now Ratthi being non-responsive, and thus Arada comes up with the idea that they fly the hopper over rather than just leaving it behind. Somehow this is all done so silently that the rogue unit doesn't hear or detect the ship approaching. Somehow, Arada and Pin-Lee are able to detect what's happening on-site in time to plan to crush the rogue unit from a distance. Sure. Fine.

I am glad they (mostly) kept the part where SecUnit shuts itself down forcibly. I think that bit of the episode is the best portion. It was handled well. This isn't just because "oh it's the one bit that's relatively book accurate"; it's also mainly because it is actually well-shot, well-acted (well, mostly, I think Skarsgard's delivery is a bit wooden at times in ways that don't feel like they work for Murderbot and are more Skarsgard's/the director trying to get Murderbot to "sound" like what people think a robot sounds like, but he's fine enough here), well-scripted, and generally visually enjoyable to watch. I like when everyone runs to its side and hovers over it. That part of the scene, from when Murderbot insists it can't join them on the hopper to the hovering is honestly the main reason I am even considering giving Episode 5 a shot at all.

So is it a good episode? No. We're going to meet the DeltFall survivor next episode somehow (based on the summary for Episode 5), and I'm really not looking forward to that, given the kiss and their apparent obsession with Murderbot's genitalia or lack thereof based on the trailers, and the apparent continued theme focus of humans being gross, incompetent, and generally rude. Maybe Episode 5 will be good. Anything is possible. I do not have hope at this point.

I feel like people are going to look at this and think, "Oh lighten up, it's meant to be funny." The books are hilarious. They make me laugh so much. I cracked a smile I think once during this episode. The books are funny, warm, heart-breaking, painful, fulfilling, excellent science fiction, and a fine critique on capitalism and the surveillance state, and generally enjoyable. That is not what this show is. If you're changing something, what you change should, bare minimum, be enjoyable. That's not happening here.

Please read the books. They're so much better. Kobo sells DRM-free copies, too.

Other thoughts:

Episodes 1-2, Episode 3, Episode 4 (You are here)

[bookyeom]

Hallo Leslie!! I finally had a free brain moment to look through your prompt ideas, and if you’re still open to requests, how about # 61 + 90 from the second list?

Hope your week is off to a good start!

A/N: I'm so sorry these prompts took 800 years to get written, but here we are. This one may or may not be inspired by Wait (it 100% is inspired by Wait). Enjoy!!

Please Don't Tell Me Wait

Pairing: Dino x Reader Genre: idiots to lovers, friends to lovers Rating: PG (because of the kissing ig?) Word Count: 2.3k Request Prompt: "you can tell me anything." Warnings: kissing, Lee Chan as a general warning

YN: I’ll kill you, Boo Seungkwan. I will

Boo: why? 😇

YN: What could possibly be so important that you ‘suddenly’ need to go to the mall all the way across town immediately, bring Vernon, Soonyoung and Mingyu with you, and cancel on movie night?? When Chan is already almost here?

Boo: giving you and Channie some alone time 🙂

You gape down at your phone. 

YN: you’re shameless. Evil and vile. Canceled. 

Boo: I think you misspelled thank you? 

Your next raging text is lost mid-type as your doorbell rings, and you straighten up in your seat. You have a quick internal debate with yourself about whether or not you should answer, but then you think about how sad Lee Chan would be if you didn’t open the door, and you find yourself moving without any more thought. Whipped, comes the unhelpful thought.

As soon as you open the door, you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut. Your breath catches just at the sight of him, wearing his favourite grey hoodie and a smile, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more breathtaking in your life. “Hi,” he says, and you want so badly to ignore the way everything around you feels a little bit brighter just at the sound of his voice. You are in so deep.

You let him in and he quickly makes himself at home. It isn’t the first time your friends have plotted to get the two of you alone, but it is the first time it’s been in such an intimate setting. Chan’s been over to your place so many times before, but always with one of the boys in tow. You hate how nervous you feel.

You’re nervous because you like him. When Seungkwan found out last month, pretty soon everyone within earshot knew, too. Somehow – and you thanked the stars for this – Chan didn’t seem to have a clue. 

One thing about your friend Chan: he was pretty oblivious, for the most part. You knew so many people who would kill for a chance with him, but he didn’t seem to notice or even care. He flirted with you – that much was clear. You weren’t naive. But he’d never once seemed to mean anything more than friendly banter, because that’s just who he is, so here you were. Pining unrequitedly after one of your friends, with your other friends desperately trying to push the two of you together. It was frustrating at best.

You can make it through this night. You always have fun with Chan, and talking to him is easy enough when you aren't thinking too much. You have similar taste in movies and snacks, he’s funny, he's a good listener… the list is endless. You like being around him. You can do this.

You manage to act relatively normal as the two of you get settled for the movie, even as Chan makes a joke about the guys ditching, even as you almost physically jump back when he hands you the popcorn bowl to carry into the living room, and your fingers brush. You’re fine, up until the moment you’re sitting on your couch with snacks at the ready, a semi-breathable distance between the two of you, and he decides to speak up.

“Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything.” You answer without hesitation, because it’s true. 

“Well…” He pauses, and you meet his gaze with a raised eyebrow when he doesn’t continue. As soon as your eyes are on him and away from the TV, his lips turn upward and he says, “I think you look really pretty tonight.”

Your eyes widen, and you nearly drop the remote. You watch as the corner of his mouth lifts up even further into a smile, and you can tell he’s pleased with himself. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for a response, but you don’t have one. Your mind wants to ask it, wants desperately to just blurt out the question — is this a date? Are we on a fucking date right now? — but you refrain. 

“Chan,” is what you say instead, with a roll of your eyes as you hold out the remote for him to take. You know the effect his words have had on you is obvious with the way you’re reacting, but you can only pray that he doesn’t comment on it. “Just pick a movie.”

You would almost think he meant his words if he’d ever actually tried to take his flirtatious remarks any deeper, but he never does. It’s been months of this. It’s not that he’s mean, you know he’s not — you just think he doesn’t have a clue that you might actually like him. 

“I mean what I said.” 

You’re startled from your thoughts when Chan speaks again, and you realize that he definitely hasn’t moved to take the remote from your outstretched hand. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, either. 

You slowly lower the remote back down to your lap. “Have you been taking lessons from Mingyu again on how to flirt?” 

You watch as he leans forward slightly, that stupid, soft, teasing smile on his mouth yet again, and he asks, “Why, are they finally starting to work on you?”

You blink, staring back at him as all thoughts swiftly leave you. Your breath catches as his eyes wander across your face, and your own gaze can’t help but find his mouth. 

“Maybe,” is what comes out before you can stop it. 

Chan seems surprised for a second too, before he rights himself again. “Well,” he says slowly, “like I said... I meant every single word.”

His fingers gently pry the remote from your hand, eyes never leaving yours. He moves closer and closer, judging your every reaction, watching for any hesitation. He finds none. You let him draw you in, your back falling against the armrest and then he’s above you, his hands braced on the couch on either side. He’s gazing down at you so intently that you think you forget how to breathe. 

“How do I know that you mean it?” Your voice is quiet, uncertain. You know that you want this, that you want him, but you’re terrified that he doesn’t mean it in the same way as you.

“I can show you,” he returns, as serious as you’ve ever seen him, and you can’t stop your gaze from falling to his mouth. He takes that as a sign. And when he leans down, nose gently brushing against yours as he waits for permission, it’s you that closes the gap first. 

You kiss him, soft and hesitant. He responds almost immediately, pushing back against your mouth, a hum coming from somewhere deep in his chest. Like he’s been waiting. The thought makes your toes curl. Your hands find his waist, pulling him down to you as far as he can go, and you can feel him laugh against your mouth before he’s kissing you again, over and over, until you can’t think or feel anything but him.

You’ve never been kissed like this. 

He breaks the kiss first, his forehead falling to yours as he catches his breath. You’re both silent for a moment as you process, and you can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. 

“Chan,” you finally say, voice quiet, your grip on the back of his shirt tightening.

“Yeah?” He mirrors your hushed tone, pulling away so he can look at you. He sounds breathless, and it makes you feel even dizzier. 

“I…” You trail off. You squeeze your eyes shut in a feeble attempt to lessen the effect of his gaze on you like this, but it’s futile. The look on his face, the one that you’d sworn to yourself all these months meant nothing, is permanently etched into the back of your eyelids now.

He doesn’t move at all as he waits, giving you time. The heat of him so close, his entire body pressed to yours, is so intimate, so overwhelming. You can feel him everywhere, can feel every breath he takes, and you wonder if he can feel your heart ready to burst out of your chest.

“Chan,” you finally speak again, voice barely a whisper. “If you don’t…”

His eyebrows furrow; you can tell he wants to speak, but he doesn’t. 

“If you don’t mean this,” you try again, your eyes still squeezed shut. “If this isn’t serious for you, then I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

It’s silent, and your heart slowly sinks into the couch beneath you. 

Then he’s gently pushing himself off of and away from you. The feeling of disappointment quickly claws its way up into your throat, robbing the air from your lungs along the way. You sit up too, keeping as much distance between you as possible. Your eyes stay trained on your hands in your lap — you can’t look at him for even a second.

“Y/N.”

You feel your eyes begin to water in spite of yourself. Stop, stop, stop. 

“Y/N,” he repeats, voice soft, “I need you to look at me.”

You take a deep breath, feeling your lower lip quiver. You steady yourself before meeting his eyes, straightening your shoulders.

“Do you really not know how much I like you?”

You weren’t expecting that. The question hangs in the air as you blink back at him. “You—“

“I’ve liked you for so long… since that night when you were the only one who laughed at my joke at Soonyoung’s party.”

Your mouth falls open as you think back to that night — you know the very one. The same night that you finally learned his name — the name of the cute new guy your friends had been bringing around. That was ages ago.

“Oh.”

A few more beats of silence pass by until he speaks again.

“How could you possibly think I’m not into you? I don’t think I’ve ever been more obvious about something in my life.” He laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair. 

Your heart is beating triple time as you search for your words. “We’ve known each other for six months, and you never said anything.”

“Neither did you.” He raises his eyebrows in a challenge, daring you to disagree with him, but the smile on his lips gives him away.

“You have so many friends,” you say quietly after a moment, and you watch as Chan’s face softens. “I just assumed you treated them the same way you treat me.”

“I don’t,” he says softly, “but I can see why you might have thought that.”

“So many people flirt with you. All the time.” You don’t know why you’re continuing to state these things — you blame it on the fact that you absolutely cannot process that he just told you he likes you — but Chan just takes your words as they come. 

“I barely notice… especially when you’re there.” He bites his lip, tilting his head as he looks at you. “And people flirt with you too, you know.”

You let out a laugh at that, looking down at your hands. “I know.”

“But you didn’t know that I was flirting with you?” Chan asks incredulously, throwing his head back with a groan. You can tell he’s joking, and you can’t help the smile that passes over your lips now, too. 

“I did know,” you offer, and Chan sits up straight to look at you again. You continue before he can protest. “But I didn’t know if it was serious for you. And for me…” You stop yourself before you admit what you were about to, feeling your cheeks flush. 

For me, it’s serious.

“For you?” He prompts you to go on, and you can tell he’s trying desperately to hold back a grin, because he knows exactly what you were going to say. You let out a whine. 

“Stop.” 

He laughs. Then your heart leaps into your throat once more, because he’s reaching across the distance between you, finding your hand and pulling it back into his lap. “I’ll say it loud and clear so there are no misunderstandings,” he begins, thumb tracing lazy lines on the back of your hand, “I like you… seriously.” 

You know he’s teasing you again, but you can’t find it in you to care when you know he’s being honest. Your eyes fall to your entwined hands, mesmerized by his gentle movements against your skin, your heart near ready to jump out of your chest at the softness of it all.

“So…”

You look back up to find him bashful as he speaks, and it’s his turn to avoid your eyes as he chews on his lower lip. You suddenly realize what you think he’s waiting for, and you smile. 

“I like you a lot too,” you say, and when his gaze snaps to yours, you know you’ve said what he needed to hear. He smiles then, cheeks flushed and happy, and you’re enthralled by how shy he’s being when he had just been kissing you into oblivion moments prior. 

“Good.”

You beam at him, and he beams back, before he’s pulling you closer by your joined hands and into a hug. You curl up into his side, your head finding a place in the crook of his neck. 

“Y/N?” You glance up, heart stuttering a bit at the sight of him so close as you wait for him to continue. “For the record, in case you were still worried – I absolutely do not spend time with anyone else trying to ignore the way their lips move when they talk. That’s Y/N privilege.”

“Not even Soonyoung?” 

He’s kissing you almost before you get the teasing words out.

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[emperor-kumquat]

Hello Emperor Kumkuat!

I don't want to bother you, I just want to ask a few questions:

When will you continue the Monstrous Heart story in the foreseeable future and what will be the next one?

On what basis do you deside to change the gender of the characters and send them into your stories? For example, the female Tarn, Swindle x Lockdown or Slipstream x Thunderblast (to my knowledge they have not met in any story so far) not because I am against it, I just want to understand.

Could you make a video or post about the characters outside the series so I know who is alive and who is dead? I looked on the wiki, but it is difficult to find your way around.

Apart from Transformers, are there any other movies, series, video games, comics or books that you like, for example: Star Wars.

Can I send you drawings of existing characters that I would like to see in Mercy, even if only in a cameo? I look forward to your answer.

Hi, thank you for your questions! 1. I'm sorry for the delays with the fourth story of Mercy, Monstrous Heart! My goal was to post Part 4 this month and yesterday I was writing out my road map for the rest of the story. The delay was due to how much focus I have been putting on refining my old work and preparing the new Mercy videos. Whoever is in the Mercy Discord server has seen art scenes coming out bam bam bam almost every day! And Space Adventure chapters are edited daily (my oldest story needs a quality boost) 2. I started changing genders of traditionally male characters when I realized hey, I can do what I want (this was after Space Adventure) as I reimagine characters. But I also do it with intention, to get a certain vibe. With Tarn, it was because I wanted the chilling voice of a female opera singer. Vos is a sneaky girl and Helex is a lava-spewing goth with attitude. I really wanted to make every DJD character in Mercy be distinct. By the time I got to Discovery, I thought we could use a story with a lot of deadly women too XD Otherwise, I just find previous female characters instead of making them.

And sometimes ships are planned while others bloom while I write, such as Fulcrum x Misfire or Sixshot x Black Shadow. It is nice to show that Decepticons can be attached to members of their own faction, fighting fiercely to protect them or going to them for comfort. The Swindle x Lockdown isn't really a thing unless you want to imagine it. Slipstream x Thunderblast interested me to do because Thunderblast was just.... so straight in Transformers: Cybertron. And I've explained in videos why Transformers are not logically straight. I don't like how many female characters in the past existed to flirt with the male characters or be their love interests. I was like ok, Thunderblast has had enough men. But at this point, I don't think there is too much room for Thunderblast in a storyline. I still want to have her around because it will be funny when bots like Slipstream think she is a Seeker, she looks like one, but she is a boat. And she seems like a fun character to write! Yet if her role is as small as Lockdown's then the ship might just again be if you want to dream it. Helex x Swift is a Mercy canon wlw ship for those looking for a big one. I'm sorry if Slipstream x Thunderblast doesn't come to fruition, it was just an idea from four years ago before any storylines had been planned. To be determined

There is no kissing in Mercy or characters saying "I love you" but their strong loyalty acts as motivation. So that's why some final bosses have romances. Overlord is madly in love with Megatron (for good reasons explained in backstory scenes) and he does wicked excessive things trying to impress him. Overlord is in fact scarier for this. You might just get decapitated for not being loyal to Megatron. The ship is vital to the plot and in giving the reader tremendous anxiety trying to lie to Overlord and sneak behind his back.

I always wanted to ship Froid x Sunder from IDW but they just weren't nice enough to each other. In Mercy, I wanted to maximize Sunder's horror aspect which makes it so shocking in comparison that Froid is unafraid of him. Froid is able to touch Sunder's teeth whereas those teeth are crunching other bots' brains and faces. Why is Froid safe? And before that moment, you wondered why does Froid have this creature in his basement? Why does he cover for Sunder? Does Froid control Sunder?

The two dark energon-blooded creatures of Mercy (Sunder and Imperious) tackle the question of if bots with Primus' sparks can be evil, can bots with Unicron's sparks be good? What does it take for them to overcome their violent instincts to be loving instead? 3. Yeah, some day I could list out bots who supposedly died in the Aligned books and comics. I was going to reread the books so it's good that you caught me at this time! I know some surprising bots were killed off supposedly like Skywarp, Thundercracker, Brawn, Blaster...

4. I love Transformers, but I am also a big fan of stories with supernatural creatures or stories from the viewpoint of animals. Unfortunately, I have a hard time finding supernatural stories because they are usually aimed at teens and therefore are also angsty hormonal romances. I just saw "Jentry Chau vs the Underworld" and was really enjoying it mainly because of a demon character who really wanted to pass as human and have friends. I was watching with my partner and screaming, "It's the trope I love!" I love a story with a scary monstrous race trying to be accepted, especially if they have predatory instincts. That has also made me like Beaststars. And why I wrote Mercy Sunder the way he is haha. But then I also enjoy animal stories like Redwall, Warrior Cats, and Wings of Fire. Different species or factions interacting. Yeah sometimes those younger reader books are more enjoyable to me because the main focus is not a love triangle or something. And I get tired of humans :P

(I heard how good Arcane was but never made it past episode one because I was horrified by the ending)

I like Minecraft but don't play often, though it inspired a lot of places in Mercy's third story. Sometimes I listen to Rubedo or Blind Spots while doing Mercy

Oh—I love Attack on Titan and listen to its music while writing or drawing Mercy. You will see the inspiration in Monstrous Heart for a scene with Devastator. I also used to watch Tokyo Ghoul and other anime with supernatural creatures.

5. I think a loooot of characters have already been planned to appear in backgrounds or to participate in scenes, so maybe it would be best to wait and see what happens. For example, the Victory and Masterforce characters are found on Overlord's planet!

[icy-watch]

And that was Nexo Knights.

I really wasn't sure what to expect with this series, and I'm glad I watched it. I really did enjoy it. I'm sad that the series got cut short. It really would have been cool to have at least 1 more season to wrap up some loose plot threads - though I don't doubt y'all're going to tell me. 😆

Thank you all for joining me. You're always welcome to stick around and see what I watch next. The poll for the movie is ending very soon, but it looks like there's a clear winner.

I plan to start watching it the day after tomorrow, and see how long it takes me to get thru (usually 2 days). After that? Well, we'll have to wait on the results for the next series poll.

Again, thank you all for joining me. I can't wait to see what pain y'all want to out me thru next.

Correct and incorrect predictions are under the cut.

Correct

Monstrux is going to turn Clay into a stone soldier. I mean, this was kind of really obvious.

Clay has magic. I genuinely don't remember making this prediction. What happened that made me predict this?

One of Clay’s parents was on the Wizard’s Council. Well. At least 1 that we know of.

Macy is going to carry around the trauma of Clay being turned back into a statue for the rest of the season. She’s going to be more stressed than ever to find a cure. And then he became human again, and everything was magically better.

Clay’s going to be freed early in ep9. Surprised but not really.

Incorrect

Clay isn’t going to rejoin the knights right away. It’ll happen closer to the end of the season, and by then he’ll have to race to help them. Took him a little longer than I thought it would, tbh.

Montrux’s magic is affecting Clay. Turns out, it was Clay's own magic and his bloodline.

The knights will eventually find a cure for Clay. Clay magically fixed himself.

Clay is over 100 years old. 😔 I thought I was onto something there.

Ruina is going to abandon Jestro and Monstrux. Honestly? She really should have.

Something is going to make Jestro rethink working with Montrux. The poor silly little clown was so mind controlled, he couldn't think straight.

Merlok is Clay’s grandfather. Well, at least I predicted that they are family?

Jestro is going to stumble across the final tablet by accident or he’s going to remember seeing 1 in Knightonia. This actually would have been funny, but I did like that the krakenbeast found it for him.

Merlok is going to use his tower to boost the Nexo Power to all capable knight to fight the stone army. This would have been really cool. All of the knights using Nexo Power together? Would have loved it.

Ruina is going to try and recruit Clay again. And it’s not going to work. I'm actually surprised she didn't.

Partial

There’s going to be a race between the stone army and the knights to find Clay first. And the stone army is going to find him first - on accident. There was a race, but unfortunately, someone else got to him before either of them could.

Clay’s magic and the Nexo Power will defeat Monstrux. Merlok's magic helped, too.

Unconfirmed

The figure in Clay’s vision from Ruina is a sibling. I think this is something y'all're going to tell me about.

Clay is not fully human. Bc of Ruina, it's kinda hard to tell. Y'all can correct me on this.

[honeytama]

Make Your Move - Chapter 4

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Matt Dierkes

A/N: I love this chapter so much! Enjoy! Also, a part of this chapter was inspired by this (read after if you prefer no spoilers)

Fic Summary: Find in Fic Masterlist

Content and Warnings for Ch. 4: Fluff (some v cheesy), some suggestive content, a date?, Matt’s POV included

Word Count: 3k

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You sat alone at the back of the tour bus thinking; watching towns pass you by out of the window.

“You have to choose,” Folio advised.

You hated that you didn’t feel that same. What’s so wrong with liking them both? You think. Although, you knew there were only two options, choose one or have neither.

There was Matt: your best friend, your long-time crush, he was safe, protective, and funny, but also cocky, unpredictable, and your boss.

And Noah: he was new, your celebrity crush that took interest in you, he was caring, and a sweetheart, but at the same time, you felt that he and you would only happen in a fantasy.

This wasn’t a decision you wanted to make.

A knock on the wall of the doorway brings you out of your thoughts. You turn and Matt is leaning against it.

“You thinkin’ about me?” he teases.

“Yeah, actually,” you laugh, “I’m plotting to overthrow you as lead tour manager. Nick and Jolly have already signed my petition.”

“Shut up,” he shakes his head and comes to sit next to you. “What’s actually on your mind?”

You wish you could tell him in the same way you share everything else with him, but you decide to devise a half-truth.

“I was thinking about our lives back at home,” you say. “Your barbeque made me realize how much I missed playing with your dogs in your backyard while you cooked for me.”

“That’s adorable,” he smiles. “I’ll admit, I was reminiscing, too. I was thinking about how back at home we’d have sleepovers with Boo at your apartment and just watch movies all night. I miss that; when it was just you and me.”

Your heart flutters. “I can’t believe the number of hours of Lord of the Rings you’ve convinced me to watch,” you reach over and your fingers pass over his wrist along his One Ring tattoo. “I wish we were back home, sometimes.”

Matt’s smile diminishes and his tone gets serious, “Are you feeling homesick?” He catches your fingers that admire his tattoos and holds your hand in his.

“I haven’t thought about it until now, but yeah,” you admit. Matt rubs his thumb over your palm as you talk. “I guess we’ve been so busy that I haven’t gotten to really focus on my feelings in a week.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says. He meets your gaze and continues, “I’m here for you whenever you need me.”

“Thank you, Matty,” you breathe.

“Always,” he smiles and your heart melts.

“On a less serious note, I need to talk to you about something,” you straighten your back and let go of Matt’s hand.

“What is it?” His eyebrows raise and he tucks his hair behind his ears.

“What’s this about you telling the guys about,” you lower your voice, “me planning to touch myself on the bus?”

“Oh, okay, listen,” his cheeks turn pink. A sight you rarely see on Matt’s face. “I promise you I just told Folio! If he told anyone else, then that’s out of my hands.”

“Matt, why?” You whine, pushing him lightly in the chest.

“I thought it would help if he knew so that he’d know to give you more privacy,” he defends. “Folio is the nosiest fucker here and sometimes he likes to open our bunk curtains without warning.”

“So, you’re saying he’s caught you…,” You make a motion with your hand in front of your sweatpants, inspired by Folio himself. “Look at you, Matt, breaking your own rules.”

“No! Never,” he frowns and shakes his head. You watch him put a pillow from the side of the couch in his lap.

Was he turned on by this conversation? You think and bite your lip.

“Well, I promise you I won’t do it again,” you smirk and pat the pillow in his lap.

“Again?” He raises his voice. “Y/N, you’re going to kill me. If I have to hear you sinning below me, then I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” You cock your head to the side.

“I’ll think of something,” he nods his head with a sparkle in his eye. You two laugh together, and it dies off into silence until Matt speaks again.

“Speaking of Folio,” Matt starts, cautiously, “I overheard you talking with him last night.”

“What?” You ask. Suddenly, your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest and your head feels light.

“I heard you tell him that you like Noah,” he says plainly.

“Matt, I’m so sorry,” you say apologetically. “He’s your friend. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”

Matt puts his arm on the back of the couch behind you. “Y/N, it’s okay.”

“You don’t have to say that,” you shake your head.

“I mean it. Actually,” he pauses, “I kind of had an inkling that you liked him. Y’all have been getting close these past few months. I understand. Also, I kind of figured it would happen eventually. It’s pretty normal for people to have feelings for Noah. He’s a great guy.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask.

“Well, I didn’t want to keep it from you; it would make me feel gross.” Matt takes a deep breath before continuing, “Also, you're my friend and I want you to be happy, so I want you to know that I approve if you choose to pursue him.”

This surprises you. He wanted you to just date Noah? Even though Matt never shared it, you always held hope that Matt would have feelings for you too. You found it slightly upsetting that he didn’t feel the same way you did about him, but you find it best to show your appreciation of him by letting you tell Noah how you feel. “That’s sweet of you, Matt, thank you,” you smile.

“Again, I’m always looking out for you,” he repeats.

“Matt, you said you heard Folio and I talking last night,” you say, carefully. “Did you happen to hear me say anything else?”

“Nope, nothing,” Matt says, fixing his hat. He gets up from his seat, “I almost forgot I have to talk with Jolly about something for tonight. I’ll see you later?”

“See you…” You say as he walks off to the front of the bus.

—

MATT’S POV

I lay in the dark in my bunk. I usually would fall asleep right after my nightly shower, but not tonight.

I wish I had though.

She didn’t want me to hear her, but I did. I could overhear Y/N telling Folio that she likes me, and Noah. I had the thought that she liked Noah, and that’s why I sent them to the grocery store together for our barbeque. However, her feelings for me, I must be a dumbass because she stunned me with that confession.

My perception of our relationship is strictly friendship. I enjoy teasing her and flirting with her because it makes me feel proud that I could make her laugh. Yet, I can’t deny that I don’t enjoy being in her presence; she’s loyal, funny, and absolutely gorgeous.

I spent an hour thinking about my feelings for her: whether they were romantic or if I liked her as my friend. Regardless of my feelings, I wanted what was best for her. Noah could be that.

Before she came to bed, Folio told her that she should choose between Noah and me.

As her friend, I’ve figured that it’s best to make her life, and mine, easier and decide for her.

—

One normal touring day has passed and tonight, Bad Omens have just played a show at Roadrunner in Boston, Massachusetts. The next two days in Boston would be your first off days since beginning the tour and you thought, with Matt’s blessing, you could ask Noah out on a date.

You patiently wait for him to come off stage in Bad Omen’s green room in hopes of telling him how you feel tonight.

As you anxiously bounce your leg, the door is pushed open by Nick and the rest of the guys follow into the room.

“Y/N, you’re awake!” Nick jokes about the nap you took on the first night of the tour.

“That was one time!” You laugh.

“How’d we do?” Noah asks.

“Amazing, as always,” you praise with a smile. “Actually, Noah, can I talk to you outside once you’re ready?”

The rest of the guys leave the room after gathering their things and head to the venue showers.

“Yeah, of course, I wanted to talk to you about something, too.” He grins and grabs his backpack. “I’ll be quick.”

—

Noah stands before you behind the venue. His damp hair shines underneath the street lights. He waits for you to speak, anticipating what you requested to talk to him about.

“So, uhm,” you stutter. His casual clothing seemed to cause you to short-circuit. He smiles down at you in his black Hereditary hoodie, shorts, and crew socks and slides.

“I could start first?” He suggests.

“Yeah, you go,” you smile.

“So, uh,” he flusters the same as you, “I wanted to talk to you a few nights ago after the barbecue. Do you remember?”

“Yeah, I apologize that I never got back to you.”

“It's okay, I have you here now,” he runs his hand through his hair. “I wanted to tell you about how I feel about you. I can’t stop thinking about you even when I’m on stage or when I’m trying to sleep at night.” He gives you his full attention, waiting for your response to his confession.

“That’s why I asked you out here,” you smile up at him. “I wanted to tell you the same thing. I like you, Noah.”

He smiles at the ground and looks back up at you with a tint in his cheeks.

“And, since we’re off tomorrow and the next day, I was wondering if I could take you out on a date? Just you and me to have some fun away from everyone?” You ask nervously.

His eyes widen in surprise. “Yes, tomorrow, for sure,” he shifts his weight on his feet in excitement. “Do you mind if I plan it?”

—

This morning you had got ready for your date on the bus. Noah and you stole knowing glances at each other as you passed each other in the hallway. You finally got to put on a cute outfit outside of your assistant tour manager ‘uniform’: a Bad Omens Crew tee and jeans.

Now, you're sitting in the passenger seat of Noah’s rental car on your way to someplace in Boston; Noah said it was a surprise. His right hand is on your bare thigh while his left nonchalantly controls the steering wheel.

You play with your hands in your lap, thinking about his compliment to you on your first date look. “I know where we’re going, but I swear I won’t be able to take my eyes off of you,” he had said while opening your car door for you.

“We’re here,” he announces as you pull up to a giant building and he makes his way to go park.

You mentally read the large, drapery signs on the front of the building, Museum of Fine Art Boston.

Your heart leaps realizing his compliment meant that he would rather look at you all day than fine art. Noah. You look at him excitedly, practically bouncing in your seat.

“I bought us tickets right after you asked me out,” he blushes. He unclicks his seatbelt once you're parked and heads to your side of the car to open your door.

—

You snuck glances at Noah as you walked side by side on the marble floors through the exhibits. His first date outfit did not go unnoticed by you.

It’s a combination of his stage presence and the casual outfits you see him wearing around the tour bus. A clean, classic white tee tucked into black, pressed dress pants, paired with a shiny, black belt, and white slip-on Vans. His hair is perfectly done, too.

He’s so handsome. I can’t believe I’m here with him, you think.

“Y/N, this is you,” you hear him call you over. He strayed from you while you were thinking about how good he looked. You walk over to him standing in front of a piece of a gorgeous woman solemnly looking out of a window. “When we’re driving to our next show. You just look out the window like this,” he puts his fist on his chin and looks off, dazed.

“What else am I supposed to do?” You laugh.

“Well, you also do your hobbies,” Noah laughs and gazes into your eyes, “I love to watch you crochet, read, write on your laptop… Either way, you look wonderful.”

You lead him off to the next piece, “I didn’t know you’ve been watching me.”

“I’ve been thinking about you this way since you stepped through the door at our studio back in Los Angeles,” he admits. His fingers brush yours as you stand in front of a gilded, ornately framed painting, “I haven’t been able to get you off of my mind since.”

With shy eyes, Noah looks down at your hands and takes your fingers in his, lacing them together. It feels as if fireworks are being shot off in your chest. He gives you a more confident, toothy smile when you begin to pull him off into another exhibit hall.

You two spend the next three hours chatting about your personal lives and getting to know each other better, while also making each other laugh. Noah let his silly side out in front of you, more than usual, and you had to continuously remind him to quiet down since the museum employees were giving you both looks.

He would ask if he could take pictures of you in front of his favorite pieces and you would take secret photos of him looking pensively at those same works of art. You two did take some selfies together by the end of the date for memory's sake.

As anticipated, he did embarrass you a couple of times,

“Smile for the camera!”

“Look at how pretty you look!”

“I don’t know him,” you’d whisper and walk away to make him laugh.

You would make up stories and scenarios about what was going on in different sculptures and paintings, and he would rate your stories for you, one through ten.

All in all, you left the museum with him with his hand in yours, feeling like you just experienced a post on Pinterest in real life.

—

Back on the tour bus from the museum, Noah and you found yourselves alone. You figured the other guys were out getting lunch.

Reluctant to end the date early, you two sat on the leather couch at the front of the bus and chatted.

Eventually, Noah asks how you’ve been doing on tour.

“So, how has the tour been treating you? You’re doing fantastic, by the way,” he praises.

“Things are going so well,” you smile. “But to be honest, I thought you were kidding about feeling down when we first talked a few months ago,” you say. “I’ll admit I’m starting to feel homesick.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he holds your hand. “Is there anything that’s been helping you?”

“Our date, today was amazing! I got out of my head. I’ve been talking with Matt about being homesick, too,” you say carefully. “I’ve also found myself listening to ‘If I’m There’ more often. Especially, since I’ve been feeling alone,” you laugh sheepishly.

“Do you remember when we talked about it when we first met? Are you ready to share?” He asks cautiously.

“Yeah, uhm,” you look down at your feet. “Don’t laugh.”

He scoots in a bit closer to you, “Never.”

“I like to imagine that there’s someone out there who’s just for me to call upon whenever I need help. Sometimes I feel so lonely, that I’m trapped in my head and still in those terrifying spaces from my past that I’ve tried so hard to escape. And then, when I listen to your music, I feel like I’m not alone anymore. I would imagine that it’s really you singing to me,” you laugh timidly, but you feel tears well up. “Do you remember when you said you would play it for me?” You ask him with glossy eyes.

“Wait here,” Noah says before scrambling off the couch and out the front door.

A couple of minutes later, Noah returns with his acoustic guitar in his hand and takes a seat right where he was before. “Of course, I remember.”

He looks at you and takes a breath before softly singing,

“There are scars that'll never ever show themselves You get when you're left alone too long in Hell They tried to keep in the secrets that you wouldn't tell But they just stripped you for parts you had to sell.”

—

MATT’S POV

I heard that Noah and Y/N had got back from their date and I headed toward the tour bus to ask her how it went as a supportive friend.

As I approached the door, I could hear a familiar song being played but was muffled by the bus walls.

I stopped in my tracks and let go of the door handle.

“Well, if I'm there to catch you when you fall You'll have a friend down in Hell after all.”

I was overhearing something I didn’t want to, again. It was Noah…singing to Y/N.

[txtmetonight]

The Lovers of Auradon

call summary ⋆ ★ Jake is the upcoming king of Auradon

or Jake as King Ben

pairing *. * Jake x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, Angst, Crack

warnings *. * Headcanon format, crude language, basically copied the plot of the movie except changed the characters lol, bad grammar

call duration⋆ ★ 1.7k

a/n*. * Jake as King Ben was giving me such a big brain rot, I felt like I was melting from the inside out oml. Also, I watched a 15-minute recap on the movies just in case but I'm also really lazy so I think I may or may not have accidentally left out some details. Oops.

taglist ⋆ ★  @kflixnet

✭ Upcoming King Jake! who lives a perfect life in Auradon. The very handsome son of the beauty and the beast, he was truly a sight to see, with pure flawlessness 

✭ He’s such a pretty thing and lucky guy yet so humble that no one has it in their hearts to hate the guy

✭ Upcoming King Jake! decides that the Isle of the Lost deserves a chance because it’s the right thing to do, and whatever the young prince demands, it happens in a snap of a fingers 

✭ And so here you are with your three other friends, the group known as the lucky four 

✭ Yet no one knew that after much fight with your mother; maleficent, you four had come on a mission to steal the fairy godmother’s wand, to truly prove how evil you could be 

✭ The candy in the fucking limo amazed your eyes, but you would never tell anyone that as you roll up to the awaited castle, eyes sparkling in amazement that you try not to show

✭ Upcoming King Jake! who falls in love with you at first sight; you’re so stunning that he can’t speak, and all he can do is stare at you, which you find weird but brush off–the residents of this island must be a kind of unusual 

✭ Plus, you can’t be distracted by his good-looking features! You’re here to make your mother proud by stealing that damn wand that she insists on! 

✭ Heeseung, the son of Cruella, Yunjin the daughter of the evil queen, and Beomgyu the son of Jafar all accompany you into the castle, ready to cause much trouble that was needed...though you all knew that deep inside your hearts the real truth 

✭ Upcoming King Jake! who can’t stop asking about you or rather even stop talking about you. You’re all that he thinks about, and he finds it in him to befriend you–and it’s not just because of that funny feeling in his stomach that flutters every time he talks to you.  

✭ Yunjin thinks it’s cute, but you find it quite annoying, and now diverting as you all just had failed to grasp the wand in your sly hands, and now you must create a new plan from now on 

✭ Which is quickly formulated once Yunjin herself–a girl of gossip comes forward with new details that the wand was going to be next to the beauty and the beast and their lovely son, during his coronation  

✭ And the most important part–whoever his girl would be for that night, stand right next to them too and next to that wand

✭ Heeseung warns you not to follow through with whatever you were thinking and Beomgyu quickly nods right after, but what would they know, they’ve been enjoying this stupid lifestyle while you wither away in the fear of your cruel mother! 

✭ Though recently you’ve found yourself being plagued with Upcoming King Jake! in your dreams–the way that he smiles brightly or the twinkling in his gorgeous eyes... 

✭ You shake your head of the thoughts and stand your foot on your plan with a wicked grin, cause who were you if you didn’t shake a bit of trouble 

✭ “(Y/n) you can’t seduce Jake like that! He’s too nice to be part of your fucking scheme! Is there really nothing else?” 

✭ “Nada” And with that, you skip down to the kitchen to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies, ones filled with a love spell that would enchant the prince to fall in love with you 

✭ But only if you knew that the cookies were unnecessary and that he was already head over heels in love with you, and would’ve done anything in a heartbeat for you 

✭ Ho-Hum

✭ Upcoming King Jake! soon announces his love for you at a game, half fueled by the magic in the food he consumed and the other half his true feelings of love for you, and you think that you feel your heart skip a beat for a second 

✭ You don’t notice the heavy blush that slathers your face, but the other three definitely do, and they snicker in silence 

✭ The first date he takes you on, you realize your mistake; you’ve fallen in love with the young prince 

✭ The way that he looks at you like you held the whole world, the way that he holds you with the most utmost gentle care as though your mother hadn’t committed the largest heinous crimes known, the way that he doesn’t even acknowledge your stupid fucking parents really hits the home run for you 

✭ With him, you’re just (Y/n) (L/n), not the daughter of maleficent, or some kind of evil girl, you’re just a young woman in love with Sim Jaeyun 

✭ He speaks to you through the silence of your own words, his fingers slowly wrapping around yours while he guides you through a lake...and for the first time in a long time, you let a genuine laugh leave your mouth 

✭ Upcoming King Jake! decides that your giggle is gonna be the tune he better hear when he enters heaven and that you look so fucking good with your hair slathered back wet droplets slithering down your face 

✭ He’s liked you forever and he won’t ever let you go he also concludes 

✭ While you're in distress in your dorm, crying your poor eyes out to Yunjin, sobbing about your shocking revelation that she pretends to be surprised to be about 

✭ Everyone could see it from a distance away about how much you really pretended to dislike the prince  

✭ You feel so guilty for charming Upcoming King Jake! like that and you come to a decision to make an antidote for him after the coronation  

✭ And possibly run away and never turn back again–you’re afraid that staying with your ‘lover’ could potentially drag you through a deeper rabbit hole 

✭ Dates after date, you learn more about your boyfriend with wide eyes that can’t help but flit to his very tempting lips occasionally 

✭ -Anyways coronation doesn’t take long to arrive and before you know it, you’re being fitted into an alluring (sexy) dress with colors that make you pop and a shape that really brings out your figure–Yunjin truly knows you well 

✭ The other two boys–your boys take hip hip hooray at you, and you carefully smile at them, hugging them the moment they get close, you’ve missed them 

✭ They lead you down the winding hallways where the other students cheer in delight and envy at you. Streamers of gold and blue trail down the walls, there are balloons everywhere and couples dance at the ball music that echoes outside in the open 

✭ “Fuck you’re so pretty, I think I’m gonna hurl” 

✭ Those are the first words of Upcoming King Jake! utters to you, whimpering when you take his hand so he can assist you into the pearly carriage, grip snaking to your waist to make sure that you didn’t trip–or at least that was his excuse, you just knew that he wanted to feel you up 

✭ “And you’re so handsome, and I’m gonna faint” You gulp, absolutely enamored with Sim Jaeyun, fixing his crown as you try not to kiss him...maybe it’s time to tell him the truth 

✭ “I–Jake I’m so sorry, but I’ve put something in those cookies I gave you in the beginning of our relationship. You’re not actually in love with me”  

✭ You shove the antidote snacks right into his mouth just after, afraid of his response while you well up with silent tears that you try to wipe away discreetly 

✭ But the translucent drops on your face are caught softly with cradling arms that turn your reddening face to the side 

✭ Nothing in the world mattered to you two, just all you saw was each other and the sparks that flew when King Jake! closes the gap between your lips, so soft and warm your head is going fuzzy...omg 

✭ You just kissed Jaeyun...no he kissed you but why? 

✭ It seems as though he can read your mind because he quickly answers you, nuzzling his nose against your cheeks 

✭ “I know you put that stupid spell on me. It washed away after our first date when we took a dip in the enchanted lake, but I’ve always liked you–since the very beginning when I first laid my eyes on you.

✭ You believe that you’re about to melt from his intense gaze, so what’s the best next thing to do? 

✭ Kiss your lover once more on the lips 

✭ Too bad your evil mother has stopped your carriage midway, grabbing the wand from Yuna the fairy godmother’s daughter who had just gone rogue from anger 

✭ And too bad it’s up to you to stop your mother from her rage, so you step out of the vehicle, magic thrumming deep in your veins as you battle your mother 

✭ In that moment two crucial events take place; one you settle to be good and two, King Jake! thinks you’re really fucking hot when you’re angry and fighting your parent 

✭ Blah Blah Blah, in the end, you drive that wretched woman away by turning her into a lizard and everyone cheers in joy–you’ve just saved the kingdom! 

✭ And guess what? King Jake! just fell more in love with you as he tumbles out of the carriage, pulling you into a tight hug, in front of his parents the crown on his head slipping which you fix, landing a kiss on his cheek 

✭ King/Boyfriend Jake! thinks that vexation looks good, but happiness looks so much better with that gorgeous smile that you throw at him...gosh he’s actually about to hurl because of you  

✭ He can’t stop kissing you and luckily you don’t think you mind 

And so, if happily ever after did actually exist, you and King Jake! wouldn’t have broken up because of your urge to be evil once more, but luckily fate drew breath instead. So he searched for you, because his hearty truly couldn't let you go. He soon learned the ropes of being evil and got almost fucking died because of a few pirates...arghh and then got seduced for the second time! Which you save him from with a true love's kiss, and then he watches you fight again, and for some reason finding you in your element is really stupidly kind of sexy for him.  

And that’s why he asks you to marry him outside with a bunch of people watching, kissing you deeply when you accept the ring.  

The end.  

[pinkydoggy83]

🌺🌿 — TROLLS AU TIME

I had this idea a while back. It’s not completed but I want to show what I have so far.

Basically, the au is a Troll parody of the Mamma Mia movie. Before Poppy and Branch’s wedding, Poppy finds out King Peppy’s three past exes and, determined to figure out who is her real mother/father, she invites them all to her wedding. THEN chaos occurs!

While it pretty much follows the movie’s plot with some changes I made. Mostly to make it so Poppy and Branch together are still the main characters in the story. BUT I will be covering the au’s plot line in another post! [I will add the link right here and below!]

Here was my first attempt on designing the three exes. I also thought it would be funny to name them after the Golden Girls because they’re old people trolls-

I don’t have a definite names for them but I been using the names: Dotty, Rose, and Blair. So I’m just gonna call them that for now.

💜 — Blair was the first one I finished. She takes the place of Henry from the movie. Blair is a solo business troll who designs clothes. She uses quilting and knitting as her main form of design.

Blair is your classic diva-confident and very regal type of person. Poppy really looks up to her because of her raw passion for her craft and fun personality. She is King Peppy’s 3rd ex.

❤️ — Rose was the next one I finished. He’s takes the place of Bill from the movie. Rose is soft-spoken and easily a comforting parent figure. He enjoys tending to his garden and gifting big bouquets of flowers.

Rose is always encouraging to others and his compassion is his strong suit. Poppy becomes close to him after he helps comfort her from all the stress from the wedding. He is King Peppy’s 2nd ex.

💛 — Dotty is a design I’m still not completely happy with and would like to work more on. She takes the place of Sam from the movie. Dotty is the level-headed and more serious type. Kinda has the strict mom friend energy between the three of them. Seemingly being the one Poppy is the least alike with.

Dotty would be the one to focus more on why Poppy invited them. Asking Poppy what the real reason is and if that’s really want Poppy wants. (This will make more sense when I explain the au’s storyline). After some time, Poppy and Dotty become close as Dotty helps Poppy reflect on the situation and herself. Dotty is King Peppy’s 1st ex and old childhood best friend. HUGE DRAMA BETWEEN THEM!

Also she owns a hot air ballon and helps bring Rose and Blair to the wedding. That’s how they all met up.

Adding more, Rose and Blair have been best friends since they were small. That’s right! King Peppy dated two people who were best friends. Smh. Oh the drama.

Btw, none of them are still in love with King Peppy. All of them moved on, if not a still little pissed off with him (Dotty mostly because they were childhood friends and have more history together). But they all will learn to get along and become close parent figures to Poppy. Yippie!

Thanks so much if you read this all! I’ll post the au’s storyline soon!

[I’ll add the link here again when the post is out]

[rorydrawsandwrites]

hows it going: a space to talk about whatever you want, if you want

To clarify: you have just given me a Yapping Permit. I will use this irresponsibly and with reckless abandon

Time to talk about Firkász/Scribbles in the Puzzlevision arc 🎉

(Reminder that there is plenty of lore I simply do not know at all, may be forgetting something important I should know at any given moment, and in general just get silly and self-indulgent with it. If I'm missing crucial details though lmk gently)

In all honesty I still have no idea how their acquaintanceship. Starts. Like I could tell you about the middle and the ending (which I will) but when it comes to how these two buffoons would initially get close enough to enable all that comes next my mind just blanks for now. I'm not. Even really sure what Puzzles had been doing before all this. I've guessed he'd been attempting to get famous on his own, no mind control and kidnappings involved yet? But kept failing and being turned down because he "just doesn't have what it takes", amplifying his desperation to prove people wrong

Once fate (a.k.a the meddling of my grubby little hands) does somehow bring them together I can see a sort of connection forming naturally because they're both long-suffering creatives who highly value The Art of it and wish to be recognized for their talents. They could brainstorm a screenplay together like he said he wanted... she could draw out the storyboards... oh the magnificent chaos. They would either love bouncing ideas back and forth or clash constantly because neither are team players and both are very particular about their own vision. But maybe they could compromise eventually

There's also the fact that they're pretty complementary personalities and can also relate to each other on a deeper level than the above but we're not getting into that in this post because it's gonna be long enough as is

Assuming that they do already become at least somewhat involved with each other before the events of the arc, here's some of what I can see happening

The aftermath of the Puzzlevision movie is definitely a turning point in their relationship. After the main crew beats his ass and his TV gets yeeted far far away I imagine she's the one to find him first instead of Mario (or he lands in her backyard, because convenient plot elements are convenient). I can see him being bummed out for a bit, he has every reason to grieve his shattered victory before he picks himself back up with manic enthusiasm and continues his quest for fame, and as she grabs his TV in spite of the glass shards and brings him in from the starting rainfall and inside her home, he questions her loyalty. Why would she still help? After he's been so brutally defeated, humiliated on live broadcast? What could she possibly be hoping to gain from this? And she's like I just care about you, dumbass. You're funny and lively and I wanna match your freak I find you pretty fascinating. I understand what yearning for recognition is like and I wanna help you get somewhere with your self-fulfillment but with a little less attempted murder this time please. And his friendless little mind is just blown but he's like yippee awesome let's get to it

She hopes after all that they could start on a different approach that avoids the SMG4 crew altogether. So anyway his first request is can you smuggle me into the Showgrounds I just wanna talk to them

Wait, so how did she feel about him trapping people in the shows? Welp. Nothing she could do. She was helpless! But she was sooo worried for them all while chewing popcorn on her couch at home watching the streams from her laptop, trust (she's a little bit cold and fucked up too there's just no other way these two could work out, plus she WAS technically helpless to stop him)

Another idea I've had is that... he stalks people, right. He canonically stalked Mario, he'd been watching all of them through screens and shit I think, it's a pretty standard part of his practices. If it's in person I think she would come along. People watcher + wants to supervise him + it's technically hanging out, her only qualm is the fear of getting caught. Girl why are your morals so lax about stalking. What is wrong with you. You're lucky your boyfriend makes you look like an angel in comparison

(Him frantically taking notes on Mario's source of the funni behind a bush + her getting bored two minutes in and just sketching the neighboring house or something until he's done. Parallel play <3)

Honestly her presence overall changes little to nothing in the story. Adds some things but the outcome of each mini-arc is the same. And I don't think it necessarily diminishes the Leggy friendship either, because having Two people you're bonded with after a lifetime of loneliness is indeed twice the amount of One, but it's still. Not a lot. That loss is still gonna fuck him up and make him worse (which also makes things worse for Firkász as a target of codependence, but more on such psychological burdens later)

Anyway something sillier I thought of is when Pedro is created she immediately assumes a parental role for no reason. She is a mom now & that is her son. And Puzzles is the dad, even though he vehemently denies this. "Don't talk to your son that way" "I'm not a father damn it" "but you created him" "yes but that doesn't make me-" and then Pedro starts looking all sad in a meme-y way. Do not deny your son Puzzles. Hesitantly he accepts the title if only to keep his minion cooperative

When Mario and Pedro have the meme-off she's in the audience cheering. Emotional support. Then Pedro loses but starts hanging out with Mario and finding himself, away from his deadbeat dad who only wanted to use him for views. I think it'd be really funny if he kept in touch with Firkász afterward but not Puzzles. One day her phone starts ringing during a conversation and she'll casually check it like "oh it's sonny boy Pedro" and while she goes to answer it he's just like "what"

Eventually she would also start suspecting that Puzzles might be homeless. He swings by her place often yet she's never seen his, he does all his villainous business in these abandoned buildings, and he's not really working or earning money? So she eventually asks "by the way where do you live" and after a series of unsatisfactory answers she's like "oh my god. just move in with me"

Then again is it really moving in if he's already hanging around like half the time. He can just come and go through television I guess. If she had one

But also I wasn't kidding when I offhandedly mentioned in that tag that she would ditch him for making brainrot. Look he's not proud of himself either but he swears up and down it's gonna bring the success he's been waiting for and still she's having none of it. Because that's just disgusting. Brainrot. For children. Mr Puzzles why are you trying to exploit children. And what of the artistic integrity. They argue and lucky for her he actually takes the initiative to leave with a suitcase (which is odd because did he even bring anything with him. is it just an empty prop for dramatic effect. has he taken things from her house), proclaiming loudly that he's going to be the most successful creator ever and when he's finally as rich and famous as he deserves she'll be knocking at the door of his mansion begging for him to have her by his side, just she waits-

An amount of days later she finds him on her doorstep, teary-eyed and dejected. She saw all the callout videos and streams. She knows exactly what happened

Now there are multiple ways the Puzzle Park conundrum could go, each slightly varying in the amount of angst that follows. The simplest one is the cop-out where, coincidentally, during the entire Didney takeover and the SMG4 crew's entrapment Firkász just so happens to be Somewhere Else. Like while no one way paying attention she went to visit family or something. Blissfully unaware until return. It would be of course hilarious that she just casually misses colossal events like that, but besides that he could even take offense to it

"I FINALLY made the most GLORIOUS THEME PARK and you didn't even SEE IT" "I'm sorry I was in Budapest. Anyway what the FUCK Puzzles"

The other and less pleasant alternative is her not sneaking a trip abroad and sticking around for the entire thing, which is bad because while she loves stepping as far aside as allowed when heinous things happen and then washing her hands, or maybe at this point she's even disturbed and concerned and afraid enough to want to cut him off, he won't let it happen. Making him care for her was her second mistake. (Caring herself was the first.) Now he's unwilling to lose her, and he possesses significant power with which he can make her submit. She's faced with the choice of either shutting up obediently, or being brainwashed along with the crew. He won't hurt her or, God forbid, torture her, oh no, he would never do something so horrible to his lovely Scribbles. But her personal autonomy is, for the moment, entirely negligible

If she's brainwashed and controlled, well, that's just utterly violating and something she'd have a very hard time forgiving. Girl what did you expect, he's the Brainwashes And Controls People Guy, you saw that red flag and you made a cozy little blindfold out of it. Coupled with the fact that she'd be the singular person to ever visit him in containment that means a lotta screaming, feeling wretched, then doing it again next week. Perhaps she'd stop coming one day, because she could no longer find more affection in herself than resentment to scrape out during those few hours, but it would eat her alive. Besides it would be dangerous... what if he breaks out somehow. What if she's never safe. Buuut that went a bit too serious and scary and we gotta stay silly here so on to the next option-

(Before we move on I think brainwashed Scribs would be dressed up very fancy and showy, like a magician's assistant. In a bold royal purple and sparkling gold perhaps. She'd perch elegantly on top of a TV, legs crossed, sneering at the bumbling contestants)

If she's taken but allowed her consciousness, I have fondly imagined that she gets the dubious honor of staying with him, physically speaking, inside the engine room... just imagine the feeling. Stuck in direct proximity of such a colossal mechanical being that's hanging from cables upon cables, huge screens surrounding you overlooking the park. I think it's pretty epic, if you aren't busy being terrified. Hey Scribbles didn't you want hands-on inspiration for your next novella anyway, maybe it could be tech horror-

This way she can witness all the fun challenges while still within a safe and agreeable proximity. Besides I don't think he would've ever intended a more physical role for her in the management of the park anyhow. She's more like arm candy or something... in this case for his enjoyment only ;)

Now as for Puzzles' defeat I've been tempted to not tamper with that either. It would certainly be less hassle, plus I don't know why, unlike the shameless self-indulgence of my AUs, when it comes to OC insertion I just get... shy to upset the status quo and the natural flow of events. Feels like a transgression unless based on extremely good reasoning. For the record I won't come into your house and steal all your cheese if you do it, by all means live out your Mary Sue dreams, comrades; this is mainly me being strict with myself. With Puzzles and M(L)eggy I don't wanna take away from the significance of their shared arc, albeit in the case of Firkász here being built up as an important companion suchly, I feel like either of them could reasonably do the deed. There may be a world where a conscious Firkász, already at prime proximity, decides to save the trio from a death struggle by going inside his head in an act of betrayal. But that's juuust a theory! /ref

Small side note, I feel like Leggy appearing to Child Puzzles in his mindscape did more harm than good anyway... since it only cemented his obsession with the little nugget. And whatever "power of friendship" lesson he's "learned" is pretty diminished by the fact that his crimes and mental instability have landed him a likely lifelong spot in solitary confinement. (Some people say he might come back, I fear for that possibility but also, slay king, we love to have you.) And besides I don't think he even learned a damn thing. His obsessive tendencies are just focused on his Companion Cube now

That leads me into my final point, the post-canon alterations... oh how much more comfortable it is, to meddle with a part of the timeline that has yet to be clearly paved against your intentions. There is soft and bountiful soil here, albeit radioactive

Picture this. You're Scribbles. Your boyfriend is in extremely high security prison and batshit insane. He's still your boyfriend. He has literally no one else. Of course you're gonna be visiting him

The first time she comes in she's horrified to see that they tied him to the bed. Untie him. Untie him right now what the hell were you all thinking. She'll formally request it if she must, yes she knows what he did but this is just inhumane. Twenthy layers of concrete bricks and metal are more than enough to keep him in there. He has rights too goddamnit

Side note do you think they did that because he could also be considered a threat to himself. Well whoops

I mean I guess how much he's restrained would still be conditional on his behavior so as a compromise what if it varied. Scribbles returns after a week and he's inexplicably in a straitjacket now, greeting her all innocently like "honeyyy hiiii :))" and she's all "what the hell did you do this time". He proceeds to explain that he didn't DO anything it's just that when he snapped at the psychatrist and threatened to rip out her spine then crush each vertebra individually before her eyes she didn't take it as a joke

It's evident from Leggy 2.0's existence that after the canon events he gets even more obsessive, if that's even possible, of his perceived connections so you may expect historical magnitudes of codependence here... I mean the power dynamics have been flipped and at any point she could just walk away forever and leave him to rot... so initially he'll have a hard time letting Scribbles go for the day (which is honestly understandable as he's in solitary confinement). When she must depart and he almost rips the cell door off its hinges she commissions a plushie of herself so he has something to remind him of her when she's away. Naturally he talks to it all the time. Leggy Rock and Scribbles Stuffie are buddies

Now she's not a mental health professional... I don't know if they would actually bother assigning him a therapist... I think that therapist would also need a therapist. Or maybe he's a group effort. Either way she'd come up with little crafty activities they can do together other than talking, using what she's allowed to bring in his cell. Paper... crayons I think... bro isn't even trusted with a pen. But drawing is a fun one regardless of your utensils. Origami... I feel like that would activate his perfectionism but once he gets a paper flower right he's so proud of himself and sticks it in her hair and she looks so pretty with it wow. I saw a video on Insta where the OP had a "clay date" with her boyfriend and they made little clay figures of animals and that's so cute too. Imagine the various paper and clay creations piling up on his nightstand over the months. A warm and friendly sight in the otherwise sterile room

A less wholesome opportunity is him recreating his enemies as little clay effigies and squeezing them to death. No Puzzles don't do that. Bad television

Funnily enough, though it can be exhausting to deal with, there are things Firkász would enjoy about this turn of events. He's a talkative fellow at heart and while he might love the sound of his own voice it's mostly all he hears, so when she decides to be the one to rant or rave about what's on her mind, he listens to her. And that feels... nice. Formerly he was so consumed by his plotting that she'd stopped feeling like she ever truly had his attention. When she visits now their time together is just about the two of them (after he accepts she's not going to break him out) and she's gushing about her new idea for a storyboarded sequence or she's describing the world of a novel never to be made or she's showing him her sketchbook or she's complaining about the shit day she had at work and he adds his own commentary to it but he's hearing her out and his eyes aren't on anyone or anything else. You know. Feels a lot like getting back someone you loved

Do I think he would eventually be released in light of her positive influence on his mental health? Hmm... dubious. I would definitely enjoy a redemption arc for him but as a part of that he's gotta stay out of the SMG4 crew's business. They owe him no forgiveness after all that

It would give way to amusing interactions of course if Firkász had made good acquaintaces with them in the meantime so as a result they and Puzzles have to sort of... tolerate each other sometimes... Meggy would probably like seeing his improvement but also at a distance, for now... it's kinda weird for them isn't it, because they both only liked each other when she was turned into the equivalent of a toddler

Anyway all of the above was really just a lengthy excuse to give Scribbles scary dog privileges. Yes I said it. Pretty sure many people would remember or have heard of the threat this man was and even if they don't know, just look at him. Look at that face. Does this face make you feel safe

Well it shouldn't

Touch his morality chain and there's a nonzero chance you'll be begging him to release you from the mortal coil by 2PM. He may be trying his best, but old habits die hard... and you'll die harder :)

...I don't mean it that way. Head out of the gutter. Please

Is any of that healthy for a relationship? Well uhh erm... hmm... ah. Oh well. Anyway

This concludes my ramble about the little bitch that lives in my mind since four days ago and the clinically insane television man I'm tacking her onto like a sticky hand. It has been three days of jotting down and editing the lore and all of this may be stupid but fuck it we ball (gotta keep killing cringe culture). Nonetheless I'm looking forward to taking -2 psychic damage every time I remember writing any part of this ✌️sayonara

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For dorm leaders, a so that sleepwalks and scares the living crap out of them. Dorm leaders are aware of the problem, but only realize it one night their walking and they see reader in a horror movie like way and think they're a ghost!!! ;) Headcanons please, I love you blog!

Hi, thanks for the ask! This might be sort of short but here's what I think would happen (I changed a bit of the plot too, but I hope you like it nonetheless)

Dorm leaders x s/o who is sleepwalking

Riddle

He really shouldn't have read that horror book right at 11pm, but here he is trying to navigate the halls for something at 2am and the last thing he wanted to see was you also roaming around

You probably didn't hear it but he swore (the only time he ever will), made a little "yelp" and then nearly offed your head. However, upon looking at you more closely, he realizes it's just you

Wakes you up immediately, tapping you on the shoulder and asking what you are doing so late (basically early in the morning?). Riddle will probably tell you softly (slightly annoyed) to go back to bed, walking with you to your room

He's pretty nice about it, not scolding you for sleepwalking (he knows you can't control it) but he will never tell you he got startled by you haha

Leona

He doesn't get scared easily, most of the time he's pretty immune to horror. However, this was the one night he wasn't

He wasn't thinking of anything scary, nor was he really expecting anything to jump out at him. However, he just didn't expect to see you walking around in the hallways when he was sure there was no one out.

"Herbivore, what are you doing walking around like that?" he shakes you a bit, but realizing you're sleepwalking he probably just carries you back to your room and gently places you back into bed. He's surprisingly gentle about it

Will Leona ever tell you he did all of that? No. Will he tease you about sleepwalking? Yes. If anything though, Leona is pretty chill about it too, as long as you don't hurt yourself he's fine

Azul

Got scared bad haha. He listened to a horror podcast because that's just what he does now when he's doing work (multitask enjoyer right here) and here you are walking around at night like a ghost

He literally screams, waking you up and you screaming as well because you got jumpscared by your bf and he's all like "what are you doing here?!" while you're like "what are you doing here!"

You two probably spend a few minutes drinking some tea together and then sleeping in his office since you two are tired. He's understanding of sleepwalking, he just didn't expect you to scare him that badly haha

He knows about your sleepwalking now, so that means he won't have to get startled in the night if he sees you. Also, he's switched back to jazz music instead of podcasts while working

Kalim

This poor boy got scared badly too, but it was because he was reading a horror story from Jamil's bookshelf. He really thought it wouldn't be that bad but then boom one of them stories shook him badly

He probably woke you up since he shouted "GHOST" really loudly. But when you wake up and he realizes it was you, he's immediately apologizing that he got scared by you. "Didn't expect you out here this late, c'mon, I'll help you back!"

The next morning, he'll ask about what happened and learns about your sleepwalking habits. Kalim's super open to any possibility, so you sleepwalking won't be an issue to him (as long as you are safe)

Kalim is super imaginative, which didn't help him that night. But looking back at it, he probably laughs about it since it was a little funny how you sleepwalking scared him

Vil

Probably didn't get scared, just a little startled but nothing too noticeable. He probably doesn't care too much about ghosts or scary stories (he's had to play villain roles so much and because most of them happen to be the scary thing in scary stories he doesn't find them frightening)

You sleepwalking was more concerning to him than anything. He'll gently wake you up and ask you if you're alright. If there's anything that he can do to help, he'll try his best. However, if it's nothing bad to your health or if it's just something you don't worry about, he'll just brush it off

He might've been a little annoyed at how he nearly dropped his perfume that night, but he won't blame you for it. Sure there might be some scolding about getting a healthy amount of sleep on your bed

Overall what matters to Vil is your health. If you are healthy, then no worries. If it's something that you feel needs to be checked on, he'll support you. Whatever you decide to do, he'll be by your side

Idia

Didn't think you were sleepwalking, honestly thought you were roaming around the halls like he does looking for snacks haha

However when he tried to talk to you, he realized that you weren't responding and you looked more like you had just woken up after he tapped you on your shoulder. "Omg were you sleepwalking? Sorry for waking you up." "What do you mean?" you look at him puzzled

He apologizes for waking you up, but if anything you two probably just go to sleep right after that. He doesn't really worry about you unless it's something you worry about as well. He probably got startled after realizing you weren't responding, but he wasn't frightened

Ortho on the other hand might've been scared when he just saw you in the hallway with white sleepwear, which he then told Idia was you being a "ghost." That was probably the closest time he was super scared of you

Malleus

He's the least scared out of the dorm leaders, he honestly just saw you, picked you up, walked to your room, and placed you back in your bed. He likely doesn't sleep much (for preference or for other reasons) so seeing you up so late was more of a "I hope you're getting enough sleep" than anything

He was more surprised to see you walking around in the late hour. At first he tried to strike up a conversation like Idia, but upon closer look he realized you were sleeping. He probably lightly teases you about the incident the next morning, but he says that he's glad you didn't get hurt last night

Similar to Vil, he's more concerned about your health. If it's a habit that you worry about, he'll try his best to help you out. Besides, somethings aren't solved by magic, but he does his best to support. If it's something you don't worry about, then he won't worry about it either

He actually liked picking you up and dropping you off at your room, sort of like a prince in one of those fairytale stories. However, Sebek could've been startled badly by you haha

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wait wait, could i offer you the use of my own au The Quirkless Martial Arts Club, its basically what it sounds like, a martial arts club populated predominantly by elderly quirkless martial artists. its not that quirked people are banned from participating (there have been at least a few) its mostly that in this day and age not many people in the area are interested in non quirk combat.

the premise is basically that izuku is their first beginner student in years and these clinically insane old fucks all start fighting over who gets to teach him first. izuku only really gets training because one of them usually sneaks off with him while the others are getting into fights about who hes training with today.

i dont so much have ocs for this au as i have characters from other martial arts media with the serial numbers filed off and transplanted into bnha. ones i use frequently are ip man, the martial artists from kung fu hustle (the movie is free on youtube) and the ryozanpaku dojo masters(from kenichi the mightiest disciple, the anime of which is also free on youtube but the manga is longer) and various characters from kengan ashura (kureishi mitsuyo usually but ive used others like mukaku gaoh) and the manga teppu's ladies.

i dont really have a set plot for this either but usually if im working with people who were supposed to be living in hiding to avoid trouble like the kung fu hustle characters i just say they no longer have to live in hiding to avoid trouble since heroes got big. no set rules either, pink muscle fibers can be a thing anyone can train for and landlady's lion's roar is a martial art anyone can learn because why not? if theres multiple characters from multiple series i just say they take turns holding quirkless martial arts club meetings at various members residences. kureishi mitsuyo or someone else might take izuku to an illegal fighting ring as a learning experience, if not just sign him up to fight entirely.

the au is just izuku gets to go to ua quirkless and dangerous basically

(a sideshow to quirkless martial arts au, where izuku still gets one for all and breaks his bones a lot is after recovery girl tells him she wont heal his injuries inflicted by one for all, he asks if he can call his usual doctor to deal with it, gets a yes and proceeds to call in either

A. National Treasure of Japan Akisame Koetsuji, Premier Buddha Statue Artisan, Genius in Almost Any Field, The Medic Demon feared throughout the nation, and Judo Teacher who happens to run a bonesetters clinic out the back of his dojo he gives izuku discounts at for being his student

or

B. Kureishi Mitsuyo, Guy with a deep love for breaking bones and something deeply wrong with him who has retired from fighting rings to train other fighters and figured out chiropractics by just breaking peoples bones in every possible manner until he could also fix them well enough to operate an chiropractors clinic, only getting a license to run a clinic legally. his clinic was opened right next to his dojo where he teaches mixed martial arts and yoga, both of which izuku goes to

and she already gave him permission to have his broken bones treated by one of those freaks. nezu appears to be considering hiring them to work at ua mostly because he finds them funny but also because they are bizarrely competent at what they do)

Thank you for showing me this AU. However, I don't feel any creative spark from it. I have been answering a lot of long asks so far with a lot of depth, and I won't stop answering them, but when people are giving me their AU ideas and laying them out/building an AU themselves, I...

It feels like it is no longer my AU. It feels like it is someone else's. As I said in the tags of the previous post, I used to have a rule where I did not answer/expound upon AUS when I got giant asks full of info because I felt it wasn't fun. I made exceptions recently, but I'll admit it lost it's shine for me.

I am sorry about this, but I would rather ask to receive asks with some info, but not everything plotted out or the like.

This is your AU, and it is beautiful. I would love to read it, but I want to hear about it from you rather then from anyone else.