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itdisneymatter · 6 months ago

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Day 01 - Islands Of Adventure

The short

Islands of Adventure today. First full day and it couldnt have been a more perfect first day of our holiday. Once in the park proer, we made a bee line to Hogsmeade and did Forbidden Journey (gold standard as always) and then Hagrid’s Magical Creatures Motorbike Adventure. And Magical it was, such a great ride and experience, it was fantastic. Jurassic Park next, River Adventure and the super speedy, super awesome Velocicoaster DONE. BAAACK to Hogsmeade to do Flight of the Hippogryph and Hagrid’s again (yup). Pretty much walked on to the Hulk, then Kong and finally Spiderman and the day was done. Very chill day which we didnt expect and ride times were all surprisingly reasonable.. Met up with Pauline and Kevin and went to Chilis for dinner where we were reminded very strongly about how big portion sizes were - IT. WAS. A. STRUGGLE, but very good and great to meet up with the family (not for the first time, I may add - details below). Very tired by the end but overall we all had a very very enjoyable day. Heading to Universal Studios tomorrow with Pauline, Kevin, Emily and Kelly - really looking forward to it.

The long

First off, I am tired writing this as its been a pretty long but very pleasurable day, so please excuse the mistakes, blandness and lack of edit photographs (or even photosgraphs), it’ll get better once I get acclimatized… probably. Please also forgive the fact that this may descend into an incoherent scrawl as I have my first glass of the new whisky at hand as I write this, and it may not be my last as it it very, very nice…

Of all the gin joints in all the towns…

So before I head into today, Ill just give a little recap of some of the events of last night that failed to go into the yesterdays update. Picked up the car after flying through security at the airport and decided to head to Disney Springs to pick up the Magic Bands for our upcoming Disney parks this week. Oh and as soon as we stepped out into Orlando air, the heat just hit us, not too hot - a very pleasant warmth but glad that we dressed for the occasion beforehand. And our car was huge, so spacious and easily devoured all ten of our cases and bags with room to spare. Took about an hour from the airport and by change we parked at the nearest car park to Planet Hollywood which was the place we had to pick up our bands. We were tempted so much to stay at Disney Springs for a while because it felt so familiar and exciting, but came to our senses as it was getting on in the day and headed to the hotel to check-in (and get our smoothies #nom), unpack and get base camp established. And although we were kinda shattered from all of our travels, we headed out to Walmart to get some essential supplies in. Now Walmart is frickin’ huge, its like Asda on Steroids, which then had a baby with Costco and you could easily get lost in it. And who did we bump in to? Pauline and Kevin and the girls (my sister and brother in law for those who dont know). Absolutely crazy and completely unplanned, what are the chances??? So yeah, we were stood in the middle of Walmart catching up and getting the low down on what they’d been up to. It was really nice to meet them out and about even though we had plans to do so this week. So after we said our goodbyes, we returned to the hotel and we all pretty much crashed out.

And now…

This morning I woke up at 5am. Why was this you ask? Maybe it was it my body clock adjusting? Or the heat just getting too much? Nope, it due to an alarm going off, the alarm that Ann had set on her phone to get us up for our flight the DAY BEFORE! I was able to get back for a short sleep though before we woke up proper and we were all the better for a good night sleep.

So on to Islands of Adventure today, our first of the two Universal parks we were doing back to back to kick off the week. We decided to ease ourselves into it, as we had to get our tickets and the accessibility pass organized which would take a little time at guest services. There was a buzz of excitement and familiarity as we parked up in the Jurassic Park carpark and walked down the moving walkway. And the Jurassic Park theme tune playing (which is possibly one of the most emotive movie themes ever), was the icing on the cake. We got to the gate and took our our embarrassingly huge A4 printout to get into the park (I find it pretty crazy Universal still rely on paper and pen for these things). The person scanning us in called everyone by their correct names as we entered one by one, well everyone except me. He called me Gerald. Now, I’ll take this time to recall an event from the evening before - whilst waiting on our Smoothies at the hotel, we came across a whole bunch of keyrings with names, one of which had a similar name to Gerald - Geraldo. I joked at the time about having been referred to that as a friendly moniker occasionally in the past and how it would be funny if I purchased said keyring as a joke. Well, the dude at the gate just gave me a big push in that direction and then having seen a stroller in the park not a 100 yards from that point with the family name of Geraldo, my fate i now sealed.

Guest Services. The girl assisting Ann, Lexi could not have been more helpful and pleasant. Right, I get it , I know this is their job and they get paid to do it, but I’ll tell you what I havent seen such kindness and willingness to help from random people in a long while. and it really didnt stop there. Such nice people here (be warned I fear I may say this a lot on this trip).

So on to Hogsmeade and the plan was to get a return time for Hagrid’s Magical Creatures Motorbike Adventure (which I will be calling Hagrid’s from this point on), and ride another Harry Potter ride while we wait. We had been forewarned about how excellent Hagrid’s would be by Michael & SJ, so kinda hyped for it. Decided to do Forbidden Journey while waited, and I couldnt quite believe that the wait time was only 15 minutes! The queue experience was excellent and this has been an outstanding ride in the past, so to see this at 20 minutes, that cray-cray. Pauline and Kev had said the parks were a little quieter but I really didn’t expect this. Hopefully a sign of good things to come. So the five of us strolled through Hogwarts halls, wearing our custom HP t-shirts, and we laughed and reminisced about previous years, even way back to the first year when it was only Ann & I as the children were all too small to ride. Happy times at Hogwarts.

Oh yeah the custom t-shirts (see I told you this was going to be all over the place). I’ll mention this only because it’ll matter later, but one of the sets of t-shirts we did (and we did 3 sets in total), was personalised t-shirts with quotes and character references from Harry Potter, all in Gryffindor colours. Ann had Dobby, Grace had Luna, Patrick had Fawkes, Robert had Hagrid and I had the Deathly Hallows. We didnt really have the time to make them so close to the holiday in hindsight but really glad we did.

Anyway, me and my soon to be sidekick for all park rides Grace, were in one cart and the other three in another. It was just like I remembered, and Grace loved it too (though closed her eyes at the spiders). Very enjoyable first ride of the holiday, scores out of ten below.

GG 8.5

AG 7

PG 8

RG 8

GG2 8.5

Now I and the other have adjusted these scores, in anticipation for the newer rides (Im looking at you Rise of the Resistance), so they may have slipped from previous years, but this is still fairly respectable overall.

Hagrids next and again the girl at the gate, Autumn was so amazingly nice. We had an issue getting a retun time for another ride, so she gave us 5 free tickets to walk on to any other ride later in the day and when I had problems with my locker she gave me a comp locker ticket without question. They dont need to do this, but it really made it so special for us. Just utterly humbled by the whole thing.

So Hagrids, aye well to start I was on the motorbike and Grace in the side car, with the rest of the troops not far behind. And it was so utterly, gob smackingly fantastic - I was grinning from ear to ear the whole time (while holding on to the handlebars for dear life). Everyone loved it and Grace screamed 10. 10. 10. 10. no 11, can I give it an 11?…. as we came off the ride and couldnt wait for me to ask her her rating. Ive said we should also give a ride a star everyday and Hagrids got five stars, it was that good.

GG 9

AG 10

PG 8.5

RG 9

GG2 10 (just 10 grace)

Had to get a Butterbeer (so good), and we then headed off to get a return time for the next coaster - VELOCICOASTER! We decided to come back and do Flight of the Hippogryph at a later time.

Life finds a way

We managed to get a return time for Velcicoaster which everyone apart from Ann decided to do. Yes, even Patrick “I dont do Rollercoasters” Gaffney decided he would go on it. No coaxing, arm twisting nothing. It was a big thing for him as hes not good with heights at all and it was a big one, so we dont to PG for stepping up to the plate. Meanwhile Robert “I love all the coasters” Gaffney, had been waiting all day for it!

Jumped on Sadie’s favourite ride, River Adventure, while we waited to go back, and we survived unscathed (well unwet, if thats such a thing). Funny thing as we were waiting in the queue, I had to borrow Anns prescription sunglasses as I couldnt read my phone clearly. Definitely felt old, if I didnt already at that point! Scores on the doors for this one were:

GG 7

AG 6

PG 7

RG 7

GG2 7

Back to Velocicoaster at our return time and the tension was building. Ann took some time out to go fill our unlimited refillable drinks and we hesitantly shuffled to the ride entrance. Grace was getting a little nervous, and even more by the fact it was only 2 persons wide as she would be on the end. But she wanted to try at least once, and to her and everyones elses credit, they did great. But boy, was it fast. Superfast really, reaching up to 70mph at one of the loops, and although that doesnt sound like much, it felt very very much. Robert had it as a definite contender for best ride, and Patrick thoroughly enjoyed it, which was great to hear.

GG 9

AG -

PG 8.5

RR 9

GG 9

We decided to use our free tickets we got earlier to do Hagrid’s again whilst it was still within walking distance, so back to Hogsmeade we went. The day was pretty easy going so didnt fell like were had to hurry through anythng at any point which was a nice feeling, so backtracking really wasnt an issue.

Flight of The Hippogryph. It was very short, just like this paragraph so heres the scores:

GG 6.5

AG 5

PG 6.5

RG 6.5

GG 6.5

Seriously though, still a nice wee ride, but when you now need to factor in the newcomers, it starts to slip.

The Fountain of Knowledge

Whilst taking a break before doing Hagrid’s again, we decided to sit on the edge of a nice water fountain in The Lost Continent area. I took my camera out for the first time (hence the lack of photographs, but that will definitely be changing as of tomorrow), and took a few shots of Grace. All of a sudden the fountain started speaking to us! It was surreal. His name was apparenlt Finneus (yeah Finneus the Fountain) and complimented us on our tshirts and asked where we were from. And on hearing that we hailed from Scotland, he put on a poor scottish accent (as you do or at least as others do) and asked about Haggis, the weather and the MIDGES, all the while cracking jokes. It was hilarious and so surreal. It was things like this that made our day get better and better. And it really didnt stop there. So we then got into the queue at Hagrids with our free passes, only to be called back hurriedly by one of the ride ushers. We thought we had done something wrong, but they wanted to see our custom T-shirts! And they were so impressed by them, that they told us to keep our free tickets as they were going to walk us all right to the front of the ride! We just couldnt believe it. It was EVEN better then second time, so better in fact I increased my score to 9.5. As we were leaving we thanks the crew, and they then asked if we wanted to do it again. WHAT??? It was insane, so yeah back to the front of the line yet again for our third time around Hagrids. Such a crazy series of events and special shout out to Justin, Andrea and Jake for that, absolutely buzzing after it and definitely worth eeking out the time to get the thsirts designed and printed.

To wrap up the day, we got a return time for Kong and while waiting for that headed to The Hulk. The ride Grace had been desperately wanting to try since the last time when she was too short to ride. The queue time was only TEN MINUTES!!! Just me, Robert and Grace for this one and Grace, who had been a bit shaky after Velocicoaster was starting to get a little anxious for it. She gripped my handed as we headed off from the platform, and after the first look I heard her screaming. Thinking that she it was too much for her, I looked over only to see her screaming with joy and we twisted upside side down and around and around and around. She exited with the words, BEST RIDE EVER! although her heart won out as she ultimately settled on Hagrids as her most favourite ride experience of the day. I was a little apprehensive about The Hulk after riding Velocicoaster, not living up to the memory and would pale in comparison to the newer tech rides. But it did not disappoint, it was everything I remembered it was, great solid ride and one I would happily go on again and again (which coincidently is what Grace said she wanted to do). One of Robert favourite ride from last time, and he felt the same way to.

GG 9

AG -

PG -

RG 8.5

GG2 10

Penultimate ride of the day - Skull Island: Reign of Kong and although I couldnt remember much from last time, it was really great and mixed visual effects, motion effects and animatronics really well.

GG 8.5

AG 7.5

PG 7.5

RG 8

GG 8

And finally Spiderman. Showing its age a little now, but still a good ride with lots of great sequences.

GG 7.5

AG 7

PG 7

RG 7

GG 7

And with that, we were done with the Islands of Adventure for the day. Honestly so overwhelmed by it all, and cant say enough how much of an amazing day we all had. If every day turned out to be half as good as this, it will be a fantastic trip.

And for dinner we caught up with Pauline, Kevin, Emily and Kelly after a quick change and headed to Chilis. Having only had a snack as we werent really hungry throughout the day, we were ready for it! We sat down to a a plethora of home made chips/nachos, cheese, chicken tenders, wings, bites, sizzling fajitas, corn and the biggest mozzarella sticks on the planet. Of course, not accounting the portion sizes, I think it defeated most of us in the end (well apart from Kev, Patrick and Robert), so will to take that into account in future. It was a great night made even better by my mum and dad who had given us the funds to cover the meal before we left (thanks guys! :)

Were heading to Universal Studios with P&K tomorrow, so need to be up bright and early, so with that Ill sign off for now. Thanks to those of you who are still here, spk to you tomorrow!

Step count of the day: 20.5k

Star rides: Hagrid’s (5 stars)

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eldritchreveries · 9 months ago

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I stand by this, as having been a former friend of ExJr watching him weasel his way back onto social media makes me sick.

I have been in the process of collecting evidence for this case from former friends, acquaintences and Hildacord mods and will hopefully be able to bring more evidence on this.

Currently i have word of mouth confirmation from numerous sources, and present my own DMs here. His "apology" to me was very specifically worded to not directly say what he did here either, seemingly in another attempt to garner sympathy. However what i said to him (in blue) and the fact that he denied none of it should tell you what you need to know.

As of now, he is still currently interacting with what seems to be minors or younger fans mainly on twitter and is even making collaborative fanart with said young fans.

He has admitted as such to multiple former friends (some of which don't wish to be involved in this situation) and to myself, but worded it in such a way to once again not admit to what he'd actually done in full. He knew the age of the minor was 12 and had explicit conversations and sharing nsfw art & fanfics with the minor and claimed that he "forgot" their age. The most common excuse among predators.

TRACING AND COPYING-

On my end of things, he has also traced my art in the past and based some of his own characters off of my character designs. I should have spoke up about it at the time, but I chose not to as I foolishly believed we were friends and he was just a fan of my designs. The tracing however- i have no clue why i didnt call it out when i saw it. That's a mistake on my part.

I have been told by a former friend that he also took their character design and claimed it as his own giving no credit, though this is only word of mouth. However given he copied my design as well it is highly plausible.

I'm also led to believe he had me design a few characters of his only so that he could take it and edit it to claim as his own, i designed the concept and he took it and edited to his liking, in previous posts mentioning them he did not credit me.

I also designed some characters for his upcoming Abigail fanfiction, though this was before I knew what he'd done. If you see these characters in any of his future work, i have revoked permission for him to use their designs and have reclaimed them for my own original work. Ex if you see this you are not allowed to use any of my designs- including the ones i helped you design or that you edited into your own version.

For legal purposes everything stated in this post is alleged. Draw your own conclusions from the statements and evidence provided.

Also tagging for attention

🚨🚨PLEASE SHARE THIS AROUND THE HILDA COMMUNITY, THERE IS A PREDATOR LOOSE🚨🚨

My Statement on ExJr

TW: Grooming

(using tags to bring attention to this issue)

It's been quite some time since the grooming incident happened, but seeing him crawl back to try and make an appearance in the community (which is full of minors) has prompted me on posting this.

His disgusting grooming of a minor through discord is completely unforgivable, especially since he still interacts with minors (even though all of his bios include "minors DNI".

I'm shocked how someone like him is still welcomed within the community, and hasn't even stated the truth as to what they have done in their heartless "apology" which only tried to make himself seem as the victim.

I hope people actually understand what happened with him, and hopefully get that despicable person off the internet rather than letting him stay and being a danger to everyone around him.

Please, please, PLEASE do not commission, interact, or even follow him as it only brings more attention to his account (which in turn can lead to more people becoming potential victims). Yes, his horrible actions got him banned off discord. No, it wasn't just a "break" for him, he was waiting until people forget about this situation. Don't forget this.

#hilda #hilda the series #hilda netflix

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chocosweetbun · 6 years ago

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ASOUE FIC 2.5K Words, Kitlafey

(I don’t write often, especially not fluff, so please forgive me =v=. Happy Valentine’s Day!!)

@huffleporg @madlovve and anyone else who enjoys this OT3!

(childhood friends/neighbors, there’s not enough au’s in this fandom that don’t follow canon, SLOW BURN god so slow- Theyre just friends for the first 2k words im so sorry)

Behind the school yard, a ways into the evergreen woods that stretch off into places no student ever dared to go, sits a strange sight. A patch a trees with branches low enough for the smallest of kids to climb, a clearing of light that cuts though tall soft grass and weeds, and a group of rocks that formed a throne fit for a forest king. No one ever saw it, no one ever went. It was the perfect spot for exactly 3 old friends to visit after years of absence, and yet they never did- at least, no one knew they did.

Kit Snicket was an adventurer. She fought off monsters under her bed, under her school desk, under- and over- teachers and other kids. You would think being 4’3 at age 10 would be a hindrance, but to her, and her wild red-brown hair that seemed to shift to blond in the sunlight, it was an advantage. She was popular to pick for every PE class, every recess, and every time someone needed defending on the playground. But that was only her at half power, for when she was with her two best friends, she was unstoppable. A wild-child in every sense of the word. Dewey Denouement didn’t exist. His brothers overshadowed him despite not meaning too and often the 11 year old was left in the back of the class to read whatever book he fancied that day. He wasn’t shy, but he had this quiet-politeness about him that made people think he faked his responses and conversations. Almost as though he just recited what he read somewhere. He just didn’t talk like a kid his age would, and it threw the others off. However, when he was with his two best friends his dazzling smile was present on his face no matter what. A calm boy who found where he belonged. Olaf (he dared tell no one his last name) was the kid everyone avoided. Due to unfortunate events and an odd placing birthday he was the oldest in his class at 13. Being 13 he had hit his “I hate everyone and everything” phase that all young teens go though, which meant he would often upset his younger classmates with harsh words and unpleasant actions passed off as pranks. His thin red-orange hair never seemed to be quite clean, his clothes were obviously expensive but never tidy, his fingers covered in small burns which he never would explain. The two classmates that would interact with him were the only reason he didn’t go insane being surrounded by people who refused to look his way. A strange teen who needed to let off smoke. Behind the school yard, a ways into the evergreen woods that stretched off into places no student ever dared to go, sat a strange sight. A patch a trees with branches low enough for the smallest of kids to climb, a clearing of light that cut though tall soft grass and weeds, and a group of rocks that formed a throne fit for a forest king. The group of friends found this when the schoolhouse’s kitchen caught fire and their class had to stand outside for the fire department to arrive. Olaf had snuck off, Kit behind him, and, when noticing his friends disappear into the trees, Dewey cocked a smile at the idea of a mini adventure and ran off to join them. “Holy shit- that’s a big snake-“ The eldest said, reaching out as though he was about to grab it. “What are you DOING?!” Kit pulled Olaf back with a surprising amount of strength. “It could kill you!” “Oh no it wouldn’t, I would kill it first before it even had the chance!” “Yeah right! Tell ‘em he would D I E Dewey!” “Ah-“ the middle child said, stuffing his book that he brought out to read in his backpack as the group walked further into the woods. ”That snake isn’t venomous so- He would probably be okay if it bit him-” “Dewey that didn’t help!” “Hey kit-kat mind letting go of me?” With that, Kit huffed as she pushed Olaf forward. “Fine but don’t go grabbing anything that Dewey doesn’t know the name of!” The child took hold of Dewey’s hand as she spoke- the innocent gesture was returned. “Fine fine- I won’t do anything pretty boy wouldn’t do.” And he continued the walk ahead. It wasn’t long before they found those trees, that clearing, and those rocks. They spent some time there playing- the faint sirens of firetrucks blaring in the distance telling them they were not missed- and as I’m sure you could imagine the three each found the best spot to be. Kit climbing the trees, Dewey lying in the grass, and Olaf perched on the rocks. They laughed, talked, threw leaves and grass, picked flowers (Dewey and Kit did- Olaf just watched) and overall had a good 30 minutes of time together before they heard the large red trucks drive away. “We should go back.” Dewey said. “Yeah, you’re right.” Kit replied, hopping down from a branch. Olaf came down from his throne and stood over the two, his face showing that he was deep in thought. “Are you guys doing anything after school tomorrow?” He said. ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ The next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, the group kept visiting the hidden place in the trees. August turned to September, then October, then November. When it got too cold to go walking the trio would visit Olaf’s empty house and attempt to build forts and bake holiday cookies. But on New Year’s Eve the three agreed to hop out of their bedroom windows, run though the snow with flashlights in their small hands, and meet in the forest where they would all climb up the biggest tree and watch the fireworks from the very top. They neglected to think about the ice on the branches, and after the 5th time Kit slipped and fell- they gave up. “I’m telling you I CAN DO IT-“ Kit struggled in the grasp of Olaf’s arms, who was desperately trying to keep her from breaking her own neck. “You’ll break your neck!” Dewey said, standing in front of the tree with his arms spread- as if that would block the young girl from wanting to climb. “When has Dew ever been wrong, huh? Gah- stop it!” “AHH-!” Kit shouted as Olaf tackled her to the ground. You may be thinking ‘That boy is double her size! Surely he hurt her-‘ and you would be completely wrong. Olaf was a thin, weak child, and Kit was more durable then one might think. He pinned her down in the snow, sitting with his legs across her stomach, as though she were a pillow under his knees. “Get off of me! Uuuugh!!!” And with that last sigh, she was defeated. Olaf then plopped back, legs still over Kit, to lie in the cold snow. Dewey soon joined them, using Olaf’s stomach as a headrest. As the sound of fireworks began on the horizon, the three were all thinking the very same thing. “I really could have got up that tree-“ “We can die if we stay in the snow-” “I’m happy you guys are here with me-“ Well, not exactly the same thing. “I’m happy too! I really love you guys!” Kit said, using her arms to make a torso-only snow angel. The snow was not nearly deep enough though, so her jacket got stained with mud. “I love you both too!” Dewey said, using a foot to kick around some dead twigs in the ground. “Like a couple of kids like you could know what love is.” Olaf scoffed, his teen drama act rearing its head. “I’m hardly a kid anymore! I’m 11 now!” “No, Kit, you’re still a kid.” “Well Dewey is almost 13 like you!” When the sound of the fireworks ended, the three prepared to part ways. Dewey brushed off the mud on Kit’s coat with his gloves and did his best to fix her hair while she bickered more with Olaf on how old someone must be to not be a ‘kid’ anymore. Kit says 11, Olaf says 13, and Dewey thinks to himself that whenever that age may be, they all would remain childish like this forever. ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ February 14th rushed though fast, and after school the three once again met up behind the schoolyard. Dewey brought handwritten letters detailing how important the other two were to him, Kit gave them handmade pottery that she had made in art class, and Olaf said “Happy Valentine’s Day” while giving them necklaces crudely made, the pendants being a small crow feather on each. He also wore one and said he had just happened to make extras. This evening was not spent separate, instead all three of them sat in the thawing grass, side by side by side. They were just finishing up a conversation on the best kind of chocolate when Dewey (who has been silently listening) asked a question. “What is it like to have a crush on someone?” “It means you want to get married, right?” Kit said, her childish innocence causing Olaf to snicker. “Nah, It means you want to make out with them.” Olaf leaned back on his hands, obviously trying to appear cool. “Ew-“ Kit scrunched up her nose “That’s gross, don’t people only do that on T.V.?” “No I don’t think so.” Dewey pulled his knees to his chest. “That’s just like…kissing and stuff- right?” “Yeah sure, basically.” “Have- you kissed anyone before Olaf?” Dewey asked with his usual soft tone, but a bit of nervousness peaked though his posture. On the other side of the taller boy, Kit’s eyes grew wide with curiosity. “Oh he probably has! Right? Was it gross?” Kit leaned in close to Olaf, pushing said boy closer to Dewey. The eldest stayed silent, opting to ignore his friend’s questions by standing straight up, causing Kit to crash into Dewey’s legs. “wal ha wahs meen” Which roughly translates too “Well that was mean” when said by a girl who is face first in a pair of knees. Olaf walked away as the other two were left sitting. “Was I too blunt…?” Dewey helped Kit lean back off his legs. “I think he’s just in one of his moods.” Rubbing her nose, she stood, reaching her hand out to help Dewey stand. He took hold without a second thought, and soon the both of them were caught up with Olaf. The three of them went back to talking as though nothing had ever even happened. The next day, in class, Olaf pulled Dewey aside. “Is it Kit?” The teen said. “Maybe, I’m not sure.” The short boy paused and tried for a moment to read Olaf’s expression. “Would you be upset if it was?” “Yes.” ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________

When Dewey turned 13, Olaf 14, they shared a moment behind one of the rocks during a game of ‘Hide from Kit so she doesn’t make you stick fight with her’. “Why did you-“ “Because I wanted too.” In the moment neither was really sure who said what, or who kissed who. Kit found them, and all three were forced to avoid getting beat with a stick-sword for nearly an hour. ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ When Kit turned 12 she told Olaf that she was in love with him. He asked her why she thought so when she was obviously closer to Dewey. She couldn’t answer- and argued that she was equally close with them both. “So why DO you think you love me and not him then?” He had asked. She begun to cry in frustration and left with a “Whatever- Forget it. I guess I don’t know my own feelings.” Olaf thought to himself that she was beginning her ‘I hate everyone and everything’ phase a little sooner than he expected. ________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ The kids were growing up, Dewey thought to himself, and he saw it in the way Kit hugged his arm whenever she was avoiding whatever harsh words Olaf said. He also saw it in how Olaf refused to let Dewey lean against him anymore. But as the three of them quietly walked to their normal place- he realized that they weren’t growing UP, but APART. The thought made him want to cry. That day Olaf told them that his parent’s were sending him to a boarding school, and that he was leaving right away. Dewey started crying, realizing that there was no way to salvage the relationship that was breaking- He started crying more when Kit let go of his arm, marched over to Olaf, and hugged him for the first time in a month of silence, arms linked around his neck. Dewey watched as Olaf hugged her in return, the image of her small form surrounded by his tall lanky one was out of place in the summer sky. “You can’t go-“ Dewey heard Kit say as he slowly walked over to the pair. “I can’t stay, I’ve tried-“ Dewey reached the couple and hesitated for a moment- watching the two of them embrace in their last ever meeting. He felt like he was intruding- but his urge to say goodbye to Olaf and comfort Kit was too overwhelming. He was not alone in this, for Kit and Olaf both pulled him into their hug before he had a chance to try and worm his way in himself. “I- I really love you guys-“ Kit’s words were laced with sorrow and the sound of cicadas.

“I love you both two-“ Dewey replied, dropping his book to the hard ground as he buried his face into Olaf’s chest and Kit’s hair. “I- I’m going to miss you.” Olaf said to them both. Neither of them brought up how that was the first nice thing Olaf had ever said to either of them in the years of knowing each other, unless you count the hundreds of tears that puddled up on the ground.

________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________ A decade later and some change later, a young woman with red-brown hair stepped into the sunny spot on the soft grass and weeds, the feather necklace being blown by the wind. A young man with a dazzling smile was holding her hand, adorned with a ring, and he, too, modeled a similar necklace. However it was tied around his wrist for he had grown out of it. They wave to a figure appearing from behind the too-small to climb trees, the feathered neck-piece lengthened to fit his adult form. No one ever saw them, no one ever will. It was the perfect spot for exactly 3 old friends to visit after years of absence and talk about never forgotten feelings, muddy coats, growing families, and how to spend the rest of Valentine’s day. They didn’t go though with their plans, and instead rested together in the thawing grass until dusk.

#i didnt edit this so please excuse mistakes #i had to cut out a LOT of the end because i couldnt write it the way i wanted it too #asoue #asoue fanfic #ot3 #kitlafey #kit x olaf x dewey #kit snicket #count olaf #dewey denouement

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arknights-imagines · 4 years ago

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Hi, Merry Christmas! Could you do the christmas letter and gift for Flamebringer, please. Thank you.

From, Flamebringer

Christmas Letter and Gift event

While the greenhouse probably wasn't the best place to nap on a cold Holiday evening, you still managed to fall completely asleep on one of the benches inside after assisting a certain Sarkaz with the flowers.

You awoke to see that the light flurries of snow that outside had turned into a rather intense blizzard - so much for going back to your room; considering how long the walk back to the base was from the greenhouse, there was no way you’d be able to travel back in weather like that. With a sigh, you sit up; but when you move to stand your attention is attracted to a thin sheet of worn paper folded into a small square that you find sitting on the bench next to you.

It definitely wasn't there before - someone must’ve placed it there while you were sleeping. Eyes shining with curiosity, you take it in your hands, flipping it in between your fingers. As you unfold the paper, the soft scent ash along with, oddly enough - the familiar perfume of flowers glide your way.

Just by the distinctive fragrance that wafts from the letter, you already form a surmise regarding the identity of its sender; and paragraphs hand written in pencil that fill the paper only confirm what you were thinking.

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Blossom.

Forgive me for not staying with you until you awoke; my attention was needed elsewhere, Besides, the greenhouse is a much calmer place when it’s empty, wouldn't you say? I would hate to rob you of your rest.

All the snowfall outside recently...it reminded me that a traditional Holiday is nearing. Christmas, was it? Rhodes Island has changed for this time of year; the air is lighter, the people smile, the garlands and ornaments almost make one forget that, even in jubilant times like these, tragedy is always with them. I don't care much for puerile celebrations like these. The bliss Christmas may bring you disappears in a blink, and then you’re reminded that the world around you is racing toward a very bloody fate.

Ahh, or I suppose that’s the way I used to think.

This Christmas and all its traditions remind me very strongly of you, blossom. Like a lone flower growing out from under a barren battlefield, you emanate hope and safety, and though I know the feeling of security you fill me with is false, I cherish it. Unlike Christmas or any other Holiday, you are timeless. A flower that does not wither.

Before we crossed paths, I had no interest in relationships. When annihilation nears, when your life is about to be taken, what good will many loved ones do? Maybe for those who wish for a legacy, how many people will remember them after they die matters more than anything else. It was never like that for me. I believed love was something I would never feel. I believed that I would think of no one's face before I died. But now…

When I imagine myself under someone else's blade, ready to let them take my life, you occupy every thought that goes through my mind. Once I’m gone, what would happen to you? Would you grow enraged? Would you be stricken with sorrow? Would you still visit the greenhouse? Would you still wear that tender smile I enjoy waking up to everyday?

I have no intention of running from death. I have waited for my demise for a very long time now, and with every year that passes, my days alive become less and less. Death will find everyone with time - trying to escape it is just a waste of time. And yet...huh. And yet.

Blossom, [name]. Even though I am ready to die, I find my chest filling with pain when it dawns on me that my end will mean I will never be able to stand by your side again.

Don’t misunderstand me - I don’t dream of a domestic life. I don't dream of a life where I celebrate Christmases. I simply dream of a life with you. A life where neither of us ever fade.

Where my life may take me, when it may end - I don't care. But I do care for you, with every inch of my being. I’ve told you that already, right?

My blossom, this warmth and compassion you somehow manage to spark in me belongs only to you - so, do what you must. I will walk with you down any path you choose, may it be one that leads to a field of brilliantly blossoming flowers or a sea of blood. My memory is very good - even after I pass, even if someday you grow to hate me, every moment I spend with you is one I will hold close to my heart.

With all that being said....do you care for the Holidays and their rituals? Blossom, this might disappoint you, but us Sarkaz don't even bother celebrating birthdays, so if you think I’ve ever celebrated Christmas I’m afraid you're sorely mistaken. Even so, if you find joy in partaking in Christmas traditions then I’ll join you in doing so. I have no interest in it, but any opportunity to cherish your smile or your shining eyes is more than worth my time.

Yeah, the jingling melody and the sweet scent the air brings with it - Christmas is lingering still. I’m not sure how long it will stay, but like anything benevolent in life, it’s worth enjoying it while we still can.

That medic, Perfumer - she told me gift giving is a Christmas tradition. I don’t have anything to give you that’s meant for the Holidays, but I do have something for you. I haven’t purchased anything like it before, so whether it’s of good quality or high value, I don't know. When I saw it from the window of the shop, I thought it would suit you nicely. I don't need anything in return, but if you wish to get me something because it’s Christmastime, then go right ahead.

[name], my blossom - I love you. I may lack wealth or materialistic things to shower you with this Christmas, but my heart is yours. No matter what happens, remember that for me, won’t you?

Flame

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The letter looks so simple, so easy to discard because of the condition it's in; and yet the words that fill it are a complicated web of Flamebringer’s emotions and what you truly mean to him. You bite the inside of your cheek, holding back a smile as a fluttery feeling rushes through your chest. You look back outside; now the blizzard outside truly does frustrate you - with it in the way, you can't go and find him.

Before you can get too upset at the weather, you notice a small white box that had been underneath the letter. Your heart fills with warmth again; that was right, Flamebringer had mentioned he got a gift for you.

You tuck the letter in your pocket, then your fingers carefully open the box. A sparkle fills your eyes at what lays inside; a necklace of silver, bearing a charm of a flower. You stare at it in awe for a few seconds, where did Flamebringer find this? You would have to ask him whenever you finally got to see him.

When you remove the piece of jewellery from its box, you realize - upon closer inspection - that the charm is of a red carnation. All the lessons Flamebringer gave you come rushing back to you, and you remember the meaning of said flower very well; love.

The grin that comes to your face is one of unrestrained exuberance, and the warmth and butterflies that fill your stomach is a stark contrast to the harsh, chilling snow just outside the greenhouse.

A note is the last thing in the little box; as you expected, Flamebringer’s penmanship is on the paper slip. ‘Merry Christmas blossom. The gift, the flower charm - surely I don't need to spell out it’s definition for you.’ As always, he never fails to make you feel like the most special person in all of Terra, even if that's not his intention, ‘When you smile, when you laugh, when we embrace...just for a second, I think about retiring my blades and devoting the rest of my life to you. Right now, I can't make the choice to abandon the battlefield forever, but don't worry yourself.’ And though those words may be a little disheartening especially because it’s the Christmas season, they don't cause you to feel even the slightest bit sad, ‘Even when I am away, trust me when I say there isn't a day I spend without you in my thoughts.’

#i didnt have time to edit this so please excuse any mistakes! 😭🥺#arknights #arknights imagines #arknights flamebringer #arknights x reader #flamebringer arknights #arknights imagine #arknights writing #arknights fanfic #arknights fanfics #christmas event #imagine #imagines #writing

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appledew · 3 years ago

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Mystic Phase is all set! Made for MysticPhase on IG

Excuse the unusually different photo set background; the original was not great looking after editing and wanted to have this set up today to have a clear schedule tomorrow! ^u ^

This plushie is made a minky, custom dyed minky and some metal findings. The face, face detailing, cutie mark and wings are machine embroidered and appliqued. The earrings are not removable.

Wow! Dyeing the colors for this plush was filled with a bit of heartbreak (not more than usual though!). ^^; Test batches that I thought were perfect were were far from it, and I had to settle between colors since I was using up quite a bit of minky. The colors dyed on this plush are the coat, and both wing colors. The biggest struggle was the darker wing color; I need to focus on learning how to achieve “deeper” colors, versus the more dingy darker colors. The color intensifier packets didnt seem to do the job either. :/

Aside from that, I dyed juuuust enough for the wings for this plush and couldn’t make a mistake (Please always dye a little extra fabric for mistakes!!! x. x; ). Tiny bat wings are the hardest to make, mainly because of turning. I skipped out on the satin stitch in the applique to help make turning a little easier. I do miss the tidy little satin stitch, but the little wings are still adorable! :)

There were usual struggles with translating 2D manes to 3D. After pinning the mane, I ended up making edits; even as I was sewing the mane to the head, I was still making edits, haha! :)

There was one newish thing I did try! I used metal findings wrapped in minky to make the earrings! In an effort to use up supplies that I have in my stash (and because I couldn't find a source for dome stud findings in black on short notice), I decided to try this out! The minky is wrapped tightly around the studs and sewn “closed” on the bottom (think of a cloth covered button!). I absolutely love the 3D effect that the studs give, and the nearly perfect round-ness it has! ^u ^

Overall, Mystic Phase was a joy to work on! Dyeing minky is almost always an obstacle, so it’s never something new, but making such beautifully unique colors is always super exciting! Even if the color I was trying to achieve isn’t made! ^u ^

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elektrantchios · 4 years ago

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someone you’d always known

Summary: Bucky and y/n relationship didnt end well, after five months for not seeing each other the walls break at Tony and Pepper anniversary party. Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 2.2k Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, mention of pregnancy, messy break up and longing A/N: I have no self control with angst fics. Edited but might of missed some mistakes. Inspired by Epic III from Hadestown

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Even after years of being an avengers, the morning meetings didn't get any easier.

This one was not going to be a fun one, just you and Steve were alone in the room. You ran through everything you had done recently that could of gotten his attention, the only thing you could think of was how your relationship with Bucky was going or really the lack of relationship.

Five months ago you had called it quits. Five months of missing him but not saying anything about it. You had only told the details to Wanda, you guessed Bucky had told Steve and maybe Sam.

"Steve, you're making me nervous. Can you just tell me why you wanted to see me?" you called out after a few minutes had passed in silence. Steve straightened his back and put on his 'cap face '. "that face doesn’t help", you wished you could joke but your nervous wouldn’t do it.

"I don’t mean to pry but I can see how hard both you and Buck are dealing with things". So you were right then.

"I don't know what he's told you-" you tried to defend yourself but Steve held his hand up. He was really in Cap mode now.

"That's the thing he hasn’t told me anything since the break up. But I've seen how you two are never in the same room and how you both try to be on missions as much as possible but never ones together".

You couldn't meet his eyes too worried that if you did you'd break down and release everything you'd been holding in for months. "I still don't get why we needed a meeting to discuss my failed love life".

"I want you to go on a mission" you looked up in shock, this wasn't what you expected. "It will last a year or move but it will give you both a chance to" he stopped trying to find the right words.

"get over it?" you raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't want to use those words but yes. It's not the only reason, you're the best suited for the job and we need the best" Steve had circled the table so he could stand next to you.

"a year is a long time" you muttered chewing your lip. The thought of being gone that long was scary, alone too.

"Think about it. I think it would do you both some good" he patted your back before leaving you alone to think.

5 months ago

You sat anxiously on your bed with Bucky pasting behind you. Your legs were bouncing while for the rest of your life to be decided. You always hated test back in school, the never ending stress and the sleepless nights that would follow. One hand held the test, the other held flat against your stomach.

God you were ready for this, you hadn't even spoke to Bucky about the future and what his plans were. He hadn't spoken yet, whatever was going on in his mind was a mystery. You wanted to scream at your past selves for being so stupid and saying "just risk it! It'll be fine". Taking a deep breath you looked down to see what your future would be.

Negative.

You dropped the test to the floor in shock, in relief. Bucky stopped and looked towards you waiting for the news.

"doll?"

"we're okay. I'm not pregnant". You stood up walked towards him smiling. You stopped close by him when you saw he wasn't as happy. "Buck?".

He scoffed stepping back away from you. " you don’t have to sound so happy about it". Not knowing what to say you just watched as he walked by you picking up the test you had left lying on the floor. "did having my kid sound that bad?".

You scoffed this time, "Really?".

It looked like he was walking twice as fast than normal when he walked up to you, maybe he did. Your eyes went down to the test in his hand. "can you even imagine it? Growing old? Having a family with me? Because I do".

You shook your head wishing he would understand. "baby please. Having kids isn't something I want right now. Not with what we do". The risk was to much to think about, the thought of leaving behind your children without the people who love them the most. Growing up parentless yourself taught you how hard it was.

"Tony and Pepper do just fine" Bucky fought back.

Rolling your eyes you hold a hand up. "It's not the same and you know it". Fighting back tears you look away. "Why are we even talking about this now. We have years".

"maybe I don't want to wait years!" you were shocked when he yelled. Again you didn't know what to say, what could you say to make thing better now everything was out in the open.

You couldn’t look at him then, you didn’t want to see the rage in his eyes. "well then."

You knew there was no escaping Tony and Pepper's anniversary party, just the thought of seeing him was worrying. But when you did looked at him all you could feel was a deep distance longing. His long hair you would run your hands through was now cut short but your fingers still tingled with the memory. Your whole body ached from the memory for him, all your cells cried out for him. Yet you stubborn heart wouldn't soothe the permeant aching. Closing your eyes you willed the old memories to go away.

Five months of not seeing him felt like years now. Sometimes when you were walking around the tower you would catch his presence. His coffee cup still warm on the kitchen side. Sometimes his sweatshirts were left laying on the sofa, one time you lifted it up to your nose missing his smell but when you heard someone coming you dropped it and ran.

He was only a few steps away but you didn't move. He didn't move or even look your way. You missed his eyes, they were so blue. The sky seemed dimer now because it couldn't compare with them.

"you can go over to him" Wanda said from behind you. You took your eyes from Bucky to face her.

"He can't even look at me Wan" you voice wobbled. "I miss him so much but we just want different things". She pulled you in to a hug, hugging her back you let yourself go. "Maybe I should take Steve up on that mission", you muttered wiping away some tears.

Tony tapping on his glass brought your attention to him, Pepper was by his side with Morgan in her arms. "thank you everyone for coming, even if some of you didn’t want too". Tony looked briefly over at you with a smirk. He looked at Pepper and Morgan and his smirk changed in to a look for pure love. "Pep when I met you, I was a mess" everyone laughed along. " I don't know why but when I saw you, I felt like you were someone I had always known".

Unable to help yourself you looked over to help to Bucky who was looking at Tony too but his mind was somewhere else. You turned back to Tony.

"and when I hold you it feels like I'm holding the world. When I hold our little girl the world seems bigger and smaller at the same time" he smiled and touched Morgan's cheek. "there are no words for what I feel when I'm with our family".

You could remember what that feeling was, to be so happy you couldn't find the words. Closing your eyes again against the tears you could still feel Bucky's arms wrapped around you, the cold metal and the warm skin making you feel at home. You opened them and let the tears fall down your face. You felt all your cells stop when you saw the blue eyes you had missed.

You didn’t know when he had started looking at you or why he had chosen to keep looking. Your heart wobbled when you thought maybe he was thinking the same thing, that he was missing you just as much. You looked away first unable to feel his eyes on you anymore.

Muttering an excuse to Wanda you left the party, the closer the door got the harder it was to hold in the tears. You could still hear Tony speech in the background but the hard beating of your heart was louder.

When you were far enough away from the party and the people a sob left your lips. You covered your mouth with one hand and pressed a hand on the corridor wall and stood there. More muffled cries left your lips.

You jumped when an arm turned you around, you jumped again when you looked down and saw the arm was metal. Still crying you tail your graze up his arm and to his face. You couldn't talk just let out unsteady breaths.

"Doll, what's wrong?" those blue eyes were covered in worry.

You tried to pull away shaking your head. "Please don't call me that", you throat hurt from crying. His worry changed to confusion and hurt. "i can't do this". You tried again to get away from him but you couldn't put any fight in to it.

"talk to me" he plead, he rubbed his hand up and down your arm. You looked away from him, hoping you would stay strong if you didn't look in his eyes. "Y/N".

"There's nothing to talk about anymore" you said quietly finally looking at him. "I can't be near you Bucky and i can't be away from you either! I can't do anything" you cried. After another sob you laid your head in the crook of his neck, more sobs left then they wouldn't be held anymore, gripping on to his shirt.

You felt his shaking arms wrap around you waist, lifting you face from his neck to read his face. You saw he was doing his best to hold in his own tears. He kissed your cheek and pulled away, "i love you", next he kissed your forehead "I love you" and finally he kissed your lips. But you didn't let him pull away, still gripping on to his shirt you pulled him closer. Marvelling in him, in his touch, in his smell, in everything he was and what he did to your heart.

"I love you" you muttered against his lips. Before he could speak again you pulled him back to your lips. Soft touches turned hungry, both of you were pulling and gripping on to each other. While your heart soared it also hurt with the separation that would follow.

He stopped this time, you could see traces of your lipstick on his lips. He brushed an fallen strand of hair from your face, your skin ran warm when his hand stayed by your face. "I get what Stark was saying 'bout holding the whole world in his arms".

"Bucky" you sighed softly. He had been thinking what you had, felt the same aching from not having you close by. But things hadn't changed, you wanted different things. Shaking still you pushed yourself away from him. "I have a mission i need to get ready for". You spoke numbly, so numb Bucky was too shocked to follow you.

You didn't feel yourself, could only hear the noises coming from the party. Not even wanting to know what sate you were in, the only thing you could think about was finding Steve.

He was station at the bar with Sam, "Steve?" you called out. He was smiling before he faced you. You held your hand up so he wouldn't speak. "I'm okay, don't worry. I wanted to tell you that I'll do the mission. I can be ready first thing".

He scanned your face, it took everything to hold yourself together while he thought of something to say. "if you're sure".

"You were right. I need time away" you voice came out unsteady.

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning"

Bucky couldn't process what had happened.

One minute he was in the heart of the party with Nat at his side, letting the words of Tony's speech wash over him. Then he spotted you across the room. E/C eyes closed with fresh tears falling down you cheeks. The words from Tony's speech were echoing in his mind.

All he could think about was how you used to feel in his arms. You always felt a small bird nesting in his arms. He was one of the rare people who saw you when everything was to much, he couldn't help but wonder who filled that part now.

Then you opened your eyes and more tears fell, when you saw he was looking right at you, it didn't take long for you to run from the room. He found you pressed against a wall crying harder. And you were once again that small bird in his arms, letting your walls down. For a moment he let himself think everything would be okay, he let himself imagine that when the morning came you would be in his arms still.

But you pulled away and left him with the hash truth. The truth hurt but it had to be said. A day hadn't passed where he didn't regret what happened. If only he had been more understanding, five months for running over everything you said had finally become clear. But it had become clear to late, the damage had been done.

After clearing the flog in his mind he followed where you went, hoping he'd find you again pressed against a wall again holding in more tears. He found Steve instead walking towards him. "Buck we need to talk".

"I need to find y/n first" Bucky tried to walk past him but Steve stopped him.

"i don't think it's a good idea bud, for either of you" Steve patted his friends back and lead them back to the party.

After a night mostly filled with more tears and sleepless hours, you stood in front of a jet watching kits and weapons be packed up. The single bag you could bring was also piled with everything. You had said a quick goodbye to Wanda the night before, letting everything out.

"got everything?" Steve asked from beside you watching everything be loaded.

"can't take much can I?" you laughed. You reached in your pocket and brought out an letter. "could you give this to Bucky? I don't have the guts to face him after last night".

It wasn't hard to imagine that Bucky would of told Steve about what happened. He'd seen two people he cared about hurt and couldn't do anything to help. "sure" he smiled folding the letter and slipping it in his own pocket.

You jumped up and hug in quickly, "see you in a year" .

Steve hugged you back and watched the jet set off. He hoped this idea was a good one, he just wanted them to be happy. When the jet was out of view he left to find Bucky to hand over your letter. Choosing to let him read the letter alone, Steve pushes the letter under the door.

Bucky's tired eyes squinted his eyes at the piece of paper that had been pushed under his door, his heart froze when he saw you familiar writing. His tired legs wobbled over to where it was carefully picking it up and opening it.

Bucky, I can't face you again. I think if i did I wouldn't leave and i need too. We both need time to heal, time to learn what we need. I wish we didn't end the way we did, i wish i had the courage to talk about it.

I can't say how much I've missed you. I knew last night would be hard, actually seeing you after months of catching nothing but hints of you. Small things no one else would. And when i was near you, taking you in with no limits was everything i wanted. I just can't look past what happened and how we don't want the same things.

Who knows maybe in a year or more we'll be good. Maybe I'll come back and be able to imagine a future of hope and not one of my fears.

Don't worry about waiting for me, if you find someone who makes you happy then be happy, i just want you to be happy.

I love you y/n

No one heard much from you over the next 16 months, only updates on the mission. Bucky told no one but every night he would read and reread your letter, tracing the letters with his finger. He imagined you reading those words. He clung on to the last words, i love you. The last thing he said to you.

He worried about you even though he knew you would be okay. He had seen you fight before, seen the power you had. During nights he hardly slept and the times he did sleep he dreamt you were in his arms whispering sweet nothings while pressed against his chest. The times he didn't sleep he would walk around the tower trying to exhaust himself like now but this time was different.

As he walked down the halls he heard the hum of the lift, confused he waited to see who would be using it this late at night. Probably Bruce working on something in his lab. He started to turn away not feeling like talking but stopped in his tracks when someone spoke.

"Still got that shitty sleep schedule?" you chuckled. You voice was more happy than the last time he saw you. When he turned around his heart jumped. You were thinner that before but looked more alive.

"Doll" he thought you would turn away from the nickname like you did last time but your smile grew.

"You gonna just stand there or greet me? Been fighting my arse off for 16 months" you dropped your bag to the floor waiting for him. He didn't need to be asked twice before colliding in to you. You stumbled back with the weight of the super solider but held him closer to you. His head was tucked in to crook for your neck, you sighed and played with his hair. "I never told you I liked you new hair. I loved it long but this suits you better".

"Can't sleep without you" he muttered into your neck. You hummed still messing with his hair. Lifting his face level with yours you traced his jawline. Hesitantly you pressed your lips on his cheek. When you pulled away he turned his head so he could get to your lips. A muffled breath sounded in the back of your throat in surprise . He worried you'd pull away but you kissed back, smiling against his lips.

You pulled back smiling, "take it you missed me".

"you have no idea how much" he smiled for the first time in what felt like years and held you closer not intending on letting you go again.

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trashqueen3000 · 4 years ago

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Cheeky Rex as part of my “Off Duty Hours” semi-pinup clone wars fanart series

EDIT: art pic has been updated to reflect correct skin tone - I had initially made him too pale (as someone pointed out). I apologize. My ipad is never at full brightness when i draw since it triggers my migraines and with the brightness turned down, i thought i had selected the correct color. I was mistaken and have gone back to fix this. This is an explanation and not an excuse - an excuse would (in my mind) insinuate that something like this was on purpose (which this was NOT) and that i was trying to save face. This was a simple issue of screen brightness/color In the future, i will be sure to double check myself and my art at full brightness before finishing it.

Again, I apologize. The video will remain the same as it was originally because it’s not as easy to go back and edit and i think that it’s only fair that i be transparent with my mistake - you all can see in the vid that i thought i had made him too pale and tried to darken him a bit, but with my brightness turned too low i thought he looked TOO dark so i undid it. Obviously, that was the incorrect call and it has now been rectified.

That being said, i didnt really appreciate the way in which this mistake was brought to my attention. There are better ways to alert an artist that their art is/may be problematic. Perhaps say ��i think you made the skin too pale for this character” or “i think he should be a little darker, considering the character/character’s ethnicity” rather than “hey op why the f*ck is he white”. It comes across as unnecessarily aggressive and confrontational. Despite the anxiety this caused (i almost deleted this whole post so i could avoid that particular stress) i chose instead to own up for the mistake and leave the post up for people to see and learn from.

Im used to doing traditional art (painting/sketching) and digital art is still new to me. Color selecting is a challenge that im still getting used to (for example i also realized he was too grey, so i added a more pink tone) but with CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, i (as well as other artists) can continue improve certain skills such as that. Please dont rush to condemn an artist as being racist or purposefully offensive unless it was BLATANTLY OBVIOUS that it was on purpose. We’re human; we make mistakes sometimes and accidents happen. Im sorry for the long post edit, but i wanted to be transparent about this situation and to say a few words to address it. Be kind to people. Please and thank you. -end edit

Credit for pose ref goes to adorkastock on DeviantArt

Cross-posted on my tiktok (jedichey) and twitter (trashqueen3000)

#fanart #art #digital art #star wars #clone wars #clone wars fanart #star wars the clone wars #rex #captain rex #clone trooper rex #ct 7567 #off duty hours series #my art

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demolition-lovers-blog · 5 years ago

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THE LAST OPTION 2

A/N I hope this is ok, I didnt really have time to edit so please excuse the mistakes. I hope you enjoy it sorry ahead of time if its shit....

Y/n felt good actually she felt great. She has been taking care of herself. Y/n had been watching what she was eating more ,she started exercising and drinking more water, she had even started sleeping better which had always been a problem for, her brain always going never fully shutting off at night to let her sleep. Y/n had never slept a full night since she was a teenage ,that's one thing she is sure of.

< All of the things that she was doing to take care of herself, finally putting herself first were showing on the outside . Friends were commenting to her saying things like "Wow y/n you look great." Or "Y/n you are glowing what have you been doing differently, you just look really good." Y/n had noticed the biggest thing of all the attention she was receiving from guys around her an some girls too. She would be sitting at the bar with friends and the bartender would put a drink down in front of her saying it was bought(pointing to were said person was) "compliments of that gentleman/lady right there." She was taken back the first few times it happened, she was a beautiful woman ,who unfortunately was always so hung up on the reasons she thought were why Harry didn’t look at her "that way" that she had begun to look down on herself always picking out the negatives she believed were the cause. When she had finally stopped thinking the worst of herself all of the positive things about her shined even brighter.

Now y/n had not forgotten Harry or stopped thinking about him, she just didn’t let herself dwell on it. She opened herself up once she realized that she never let any guy even have a chance because she was so hung up on pinning for Harry. She wasn’t ignoring him as much as she was self preserving. She thought she might slip and fall back into the same pattern when she didn’t text him back in the beginning of all this ,but as time went on she realized that she could live without constant contact with him so it just started to be ok without him. Sure she missed him, he was her bestfriend for a long time and he was her world for as long as she could remember. She still loved Harry she was just putting it to the back of her brain and not letting it be her only thought.

So when Harry had called her the last thing he expected was for her to answer. He left his bedroom door open cause no reason to hide she never answered, so to say he was shocked when he heard your voice say hello was an understatement. "Y/n? He questioned still not sure he was hearing correctly. "Hey Harry" she said. "Hey y/n, I have to say I'm surprised you answered." Guilt ran through her for a second but she pushed it back he had gone longer then the two months that had just passed between them. " I've been busy lately." Harry tried to hold back the bitterness in his voice but it came thru. "Yeah I've noticed. You seem to be going out a lot. Do you have yourself a boyfriend now love?" Y/n rolls her eyes "I've been dating no one exclusively, but yeah I've been dating." Harry doesn't know why but he instantly feels sick to his stomach. But he doesn't get to speak before she follows with " How are you and Kendell doing?" Harry replies to her "It's what it is we aren't serious, we just hang out sometimes." Harry follows quickly with "Y/n can I call you back in five minutes?" "Sure Harry." And with that the call ends leaving y/n confused and Harry determined to set things right with y/n, he has known he has feelings for her but until that moment it didnt hit him that he was in love with y/n and he had to do something about it. He knows he as been a complete jackass to her and that he wasnt putting her first, that all this time she had done everything to show him how much she cared for him and had always made him her first option he had always felt that also, never felt that she put him last or even second. He realized even more now that he had not done the same not even close so you had every right to move forward to put yourself first and he felt like complete and utter shit. Little did he know that Kendell had been standing in his doorway the entire time. "Harry,why did you even call y/n I'm here with you and you are calling someone else." She pouted. This for some reason irritated him. "I have you ahead of y/n for almost a year now and I'm done with that we aren't even a couple but I have let you consume all of my time and this is my fault. I think it's time you went back home Kendell. I need some space." What!" She yelled "Harry you are my boyfriend what do you mean space?" "No,Kendell you are not but I've let you believe that and havent stopped this so I'm sorry for that, but I'm not your boyfriend and I dont want to be. Now I have some things to take care of so I need privacy." She hissed "What you going after her, Harry she is beneath you. You should be with someone like me." Harry's eyes widened "No, Kendell. You are beneath her and so am I, she is such a good person and is caring and giving and I took advantage of her for that. So please I'm not asking but telling you to go." Kendell stomped out of the room and Harry picked up the phone and made plans to take the next flight to y/n's town. Hes going to surprise her and hopefully no matter how long it takes win back her trust and after that he hope's her love.

Harry landed that same night, he never called y/n back he thought it was better to just show up so she would be less likely to turn him away.

Y/n was home she was planning on meeting some friends at a pub around the corner. So when she heard a knock on her door she was surprised, she was supposed to meet them there so who could be knocking at nine o'clock at night. Y/n assumed it was one of her friends so she didnt look before she answered. When she threw her door opened and saw Harry standing there with a suitcase and backpack she was shocked to say the least. Y/n stood there with her mouth hung wide open.

Harry let's out a small giggle" Hello love, are you gonna stand there catching flies with your mouth open all night. Or are you going to invite me in?" Y/n still not able to put a sentence together moves out of the doorway, giving Harry the space he needed to walk in.

Finally she has pulled herself together enough to shut her door and turn and questions Harry. "Harry....what are you doing here?You didnt mention you had anything going on near here." Harry smiled softly at y/n and for the first time taking in her appearance its then he realized that she might have a date and his heart dropped. "That's because the only thing I have going on in this area is you." His statement has her confused and for some reason she cant put her finger on scared. "What do you mean? That doesn't make any sense?"

Harry knows she must be confused. But first he has to figure out if she is going on a date tonight not wanting to get into things yet if she was. "Did I interrupt you going out?" Y/n has to think cause he brain is mush right now with Harry standing in front of her. "Um, I was supposed to meet some friends at the pub around the corner, but it's not a big deal." "I dont want to ruin your evening." He starts but y/n cuts him off. " No, your fine I sont have to go or I'm sure you wont want to but you could always come along if you want." Surprising y/n he answered with "yeah, I'll go sounds like fun. Would like to meet your new friends." Y/n should be happy about this but it makes her nervous.

Y/n tells Harry he can stay at her place and let's him freshen up so they can head out to the pub.

Y/n is nervous walking in,the whole walk to the bar Harry had held her hand. She tried not to read anything into cause Harry was just like that,but everything felt different tonight she couldn't put her finger on it but there was a different energy around Harry tonight one that y/n wasnt used to so she couldn't pin point what it was.

Entering the pub the shout of y/n's name was heard both of them looking up. Y/n smiles to the group sitting at the bar. Harry on the other hand looks with a small frown there were 3 of her girlfriends that he has been introduced to in the past and four guys hes never seen before but clearly knew y/n well, they were all wide smiled and waving her over. After all introductions were made they went to sit with only one chair remaining y/n tells Harry to sit that she is fine standing. With that Harry sits down but to y/ns surprise he widened his legs and grabbed her around the waist pulling her to lean between his legs. Y/n tries not to look surprised in front of everyone. She did introduce Harry as her best friend so they probably wouldn't think anything of it. None of the guys y/n had been out on dates with were here tonight, but she suddenly felt a little evil knowing Harry was wondering,she decided not to let him in on that fact,she wanted to know what he was really doing showing up out of the blue like he did and if she had to be a little shit to find out well then so be it that's what she would do.

When one of her guy friends would speak directly to her she would swear Harry's hold tightened around her waist. She continued to talk to everyone and Harry was as charming as always winning everyone over even if inside he wanted the four boys to go far away from y/n. Anthony was the most talkative to you and you wont lie he was a good looking man. Harry noticed this to and didnt like this at all. While he thinking about this he realized how you must have felt with Kendell always all over him, Anthony was only talking to you and it was getting on his nerves and if you felt about him the way he feels about you he can only imagine how it must have hurt. With that realization he wraps his arms tighter around your waist. Y/n might have been showing Anthony a little more attention then normal but she was honestly enjoying talking to him.

Ok so Harry had a plan and he knows it is really a dick move on his part but he is tired of this pub and the people in it and he wants to get y/n alone, so being best friends you two have talked about everything including your kinks and preferences in the bedroom. Harry is going to use this to his advantage he figures what harm can it do you had confessed you liked being dominated and preferred being a sub, and fuck Harry was 100% a dominant in and out of bed with a serious daddy kink and you both had agreed that dirty talk was a must y/n liked recieving it and Harry liked to speak it so perfect fit right... that's how he saw it so now it was his turn to be an even bigger shit.

Y/n is talking when Harry leans forward purposely making his lips graze slightly over her ear "Little girl, I've had a long trip do you think we could go I'd like to spend some time with just you before bed." Y/n breath caught in mid sentence not turning around she nodded and whispered "just let me use the bathroom real quick." "Ok baby" he responded as y/n rushed toward the hallway of the restrooms. He smirked he knew she was flustered and confused and he was enjoying every moment. He fully intended to make her his and only his by the time the sun came up.

Y/n exits the bathroom as she does she hears her name being called. She turns around to find Anthony standing there. "Y/n I want to ask you something ok?" She nodded "I was wondering.." but he is cut off as Har rd y comes up behind you wrapping his arms around you and says "ready baby?" Y/n gives Anthony an apologetic look and turns the way Harry is guiding her and they exit the pub.

"You have shit timing Harry!" He scoffed just wait till we ate back then you can say what you want not on the street where someone can see or video us. Y/n agreed and after the walk in she turns to lock the door when she turns around Harry is right there inches from her. "Now,little girl. What exactly did you want to say to me?" He cages her between his arms. Y/n gulps "I..I..." Harry mimics her "i..i...i" and he darkly chuckles "what you were so bold back there, what's the problem now baby?... say what you were gonna say...hmmm wait let me guess..oh yeah I had shit timing cause I ruined that "boy" from asking you out. I see it as perfect timing actually this way he wouldn't be embarrassed when you turned him down." His eyes seem to have gotten darker, as he licks his lips and moves his leg so this thigh was between your legs putting slight pressure as lifts it to might your core. "Harry, what are you doing? "your breathing is labored as you ask, telling yourself not to give in to what ever game he was playing, but you knew you were loosing.

Y/n had never seen Harry like this it was totally hot she cant deny that. He was being so dominant and she wanted this but she was scared this was just something to boost his ego, being as he had never seen your attention given to another guy when he was around maybe that's all this was..y/n drawn out of her thought when he grabbed her waist making her slide back and forth on his thigh. He stopped all of a sudden and picked her up bridal style and brought her to her room when he shut the door with his foot he walked over to the love seat at the end of her bed. Harry took a seat and stood you in front of him ,not saying a word his hands came forward and he unbuttoned and quickly pulled down the zipper of her jeans. Before he could go to tug them down y/n's hands came up to stop him. "Harry wait! I cant do this as a one night stand with you. I'd rather never have you at all then have you once and always crave after what I cant have." Tears stung the edges of her eyes and she held her head down as to not look at him she didnt want to see his face when he told her it could never be more then one night. Harry's hand came up to her chin tilting head up so her eyes were looking into his. "Y/n, I love you, always have. I had been so blind thinking it would ruin our friendship, that I almost lost you by putting everyone before thinking it was better then letting my feelings for you take over. So ,if you'll have me baby, i want to be yours an you to be mine...only yours, only mine.." y/n couldn't hold back the tears as they fell "are you serious?" Harry could tell she was scared and nervous, he smiled "yes, babygirl I'm serious ,be my baby." Y/n nods and then whispers "yes". Harry let out a sigh of relief and then his eyes instantly darkened again. "This means your gonna be a good girl for daddy tonight then right princess?" She shivered from his words and nodded, he was not excepting her nod on this question putting a finger throw her belt loop he pulled her closer and growled "words, baby. I need words."

"Yes, I'll be a good little girl for you daddy." Harry smirked. He then pulled down her jeans, after that going to her shirt pulling that over her head, and last unhooking her bra. Y/n brought her hands around to cover her chest as she stood there in only her panties. Harry was looking for something when he found it he reached on her vanity and pulled it off. He scoffed at her arms covering her. Y/n noticed he had a hair ribbon in his hand he tells her to turn around taking both her hands and tied her wrists together. When he turns her back around he can see the blush on her cheeks. "I assume you know the safe words, red stop, yellow unsure, green good." "Yes" with her confirmation he tugs her down on his thigh and starts to move her back and forth on his thigh pressing his thigh up as he presses her down. Y/n is dripping or she thinks she has to be, no one has ever had her this turned on and still had all their clothes on. She also remembers in one of their late night talks that Harry had a clothes kink he likes the power of having someone naked while he is fully clothed and never had experienced this before you had to admit it was fucking hot.

Harry had worked y/n up and he could tell she was close but he had no intention of letting her cum yet. Y/n whined when he pulled her off his thigh and settled her on the floor in between his legs. "No whining baby. Daddy needs your mouth now, so are you going to be a good girl?" "I'll be a good girl" "then what are you waiting for, suck my cock." His dominant tone making y/n press her thighs together to relive the pressure building in her core. She quickly undoes his pant and pulled them down with his boxers. She pumped a few times then leaned in to kitten lick the tip. "Don't you dare fucking teade me little girl." God he was so dark y/n never knew when he said he was dominant that he was this into it, she had never been with anyone this controlling in bed before, and she didnt know how much darker he could be so she didnt hesitate to hurry up and in close his cock between her lips and start bobbing her head. Harry groaned "that's it baby, take daddy deeper, I want to feel me hit the back of your throat.' Harry moaned as y/n hollowed her lips and took him down as far as he could go. Her nose pressed against his skin. She knew what was coming next he didn’t have to ask as she grabbed the back of his thighs and looked up at him with innocent eyes. He lifted an eyebrow at her, "yeah, babygirl you want daddy to fuck your mouth?" Y/n blinked at him all done eyes and nodded. "Fuck ,baby" her threads both hands into her hair gripping tightly and he starts out slower to let them both get used to it for a second. An it was only a second before he was fucking into her mouth, thrusts hard and fast. Her eyes watered and spit was sliding down her chin faster then she would have thought. Harry was moaning she knew he was gonna come when she felt him twitch in her mouth. "You gonna take all daddy's come down that pretty little throat of yours, not spill a drop, take it all like the good girl daddy knows you are?" All y/n can do is him her confirmation and that last vibration sends Harry over the edge spilling everything he had down her throat and surprising herself she swallowed it all down.

When y/n pulls off first thing she notices is Harry is still hard. He chuckles having caught her looking. "You didnt think I was done with you yet did you little one?" He didnt really want a answer. He picked her up switching places with her. He removed her panties and then threw both her legs over his shoulder. He thought about diving right in, he wanted so bad but knew he wanted to drive her crazy even more so he teased her kissing down her thighs marking them in deep purple blotches only for his eyes ever to see. Y/n couldn't take it anymore "please daddy, please, please don’t tease me I want your mouth on me...please." he smirked "you want my mouth where baby?" She huffs "daddy..." "gotta tell me baby." He says leaning over her clit so his hot breath falls over her. "My princess parts, please use your mouth on my princess parts" she pants. "That's my good girl." And with that he dives in y/n cant keep up with his tongue licking one second sucking the next driving her closer and closer to that edge. Y/n is wishing her hands weren't tied behind her back wanting desperately to tug on Harry's hair. She feels he high approaching quickly, and Harry can tell also and just when she feels like the cool in her belly is going to break he stopped. Y/n cried out "NO! Tears running down her face from her second denied orgasm.

Harry tutted at her "stop the whining now little girl, the first time you come by me it's going to be on my cock understood." She nods he seems to let it slide as he picks her up and lays her down on the bed. He untied her writs only to tie them again to the bed frame.

Harry lines himself up with her weeping hole and looks deep into her eyes for any since of reluctance when he sees none he slides in slowly claiming what he believes has always rightfully been his. Both of them let out a moan as he finally has pushed all the way into her. He leans down making both their now naked bobies pressed against each other, he waits a minute to let her get used to his size when she let's him know he can move he starts out slow.

"Fuck, so tight baby, shit..." harry never knew it could feel this good he has had sex many times with different people but no one ever felt like this, and he never felt this way while he was fucking someone. He thinks it has to be because he loves you he had never had sex with someone he loved, he had no clue that it made everything feel so much better. "You feel so good baby, your taking all daddy cock like a good girl. Does it feel good baby, let daddy know how it feels." Y/n is trying to talk between thrusts as her breath keeps getting knocked out of her. "Feels so good daddy, but I'm not gonna last I'm so close, can I cum daddy please." " Can you wait for me baby, I'm almost there, you can wait for daddy yeah?" He pants "she squeezes her hes shut and nods and he starts fucking into her harder and when she thinks she cant hold on anymore Harry tells her "cum baby cum with me,cum on my cock." And with that y/n explodes around Harry and he is right behind her cuming harder then he ever has painting her walls in thick spurts.

Harry rolls off of y/n, she instantly worries that he didnt mean what he had said that he is going to get up and leave, but he turns to her aunties her wrists and pulls her to his chest rubbing her back in soothing strokes.

"I meant everything I said baby ,I love you, and I want you to be only mine and I want to be only yours." He smiled at her a honest smile that set her heart a flight. "You still want that don’t you y/n?" "Yes I still want that very much Harry I love you too and want to be only yours." With that Harry leans forward and kisses her forehead happier then he can ever remember being. "Ok, sleep now baby get some rest we have the rest of our lives to spend together." With that y/n closes her eyes with the love of her life cuddling her to sleep as she thought there is nothing she liked better then being Harry's first option. </p>

#harry styles smut #domharry #harry #harry styles #harrystyles #harry style smut #harry styles dirty fanfiction #harry styles fanfction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #daddy harry #harry styles smut #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst

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savnofilter · 4 years ago

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ive been getting a lot of hate asks and stuff about my dabi fic posted yesterday and i'd post about it now rather than leave for it later. *here is the comment that was in my fic that made some people upset. it's from the original doc and has now been edited out from the story itself.

when i had written it, it was ONLY in reference to the kink (chikan) itself since it is a popular genre in hentai's/pornos and an actual issue in Japan. "sick obsession" was in reference to the perversion of groping, not the people themselves. just like if i were to write something for ex; america, it would be something like, "america had a sick obsession for teacher and student relationships". the part itself just was not the best way to describe it since i directly am not from Japan. it wasnt meant to say that "japan people are xyz". i do not believe that Japanese people are rapists, and although it came across as that anyways, i do feel sorry about it because it wasnt my intention at all. if you know me, im one of the people who hate any type of stereotypes/jokes about asian people. in me explaining the quote, i am in no way excusing what was written, just explaining what i was thinking when i wrote it. i do now understand that it was insensitive, and it was my fault for even thinking it was a good idea to put in the story in the first place.

it didnt cross my mind that to any reader that it would be offensive and it's ironic considering it placed in anime fic of all places. the line wasnt removed to cover it up, it was deleted because i realized i had fucked up and didnt want anyone else to feel like that reading my story. for that anon and anyone else who took offense to it i am very sorry because i really didnt think it through and there isnt an excuse for it. just poor judgement and writing.

the second issue is that people were saying i condone/support rape now because they think the reader gets assualted in the fic. i do not write rape nor do i condone it. never in the story does reader get raped and i even state that Dabi wouldnt do that to someone (because i believe he wouldnt), especially to someone he does/nt know. in my fics i always make sure to add in that either character x reader know each other and have discussed such kink, and or character gets a definite answer to reader that they (reader) wants it. even if i were to write it, it would be for something plot wise and not just "yes good assualt" and the whole story wouldnt sexualize it. yes it was poor timing, and yes i still believe in everything ive said before and even now.

since we're on the topic of consent fics anyways, i had also freshly started receiving hate about writing dub-con only after i had made a callout post (back in july) and all that jazz. from then, i have even stepped up from my earlier works to put in the tags to make sure that it does not come across someone's dash who doesnt want it. in addition to this, i have used better warnings on my works as well. since i think it's important to discuss it now, i will talk about what i write. 45/55 of the time when i do write dub-con, it isnt for the ✨ kink ✨ or to sexualize the moment. i am embarrassed and ashamed to admit it since i have never talked about my personal life ever on my blog so to open up about this is hard and i dont want people to perceive this as an excuse, just the p.o.v of where i produce my works.

please do not make fun of or mock me, it's hard enough talking about this as is. many events in my life have led to shaping me into thinking/believing that intercourse has to be reluctant at first to really enjoy it. since i also have enough trust issues on my own to physically cope with it, i use writing for it instead. and no, this has nothing to do with aforementioned callout post either. of course i know now from proper treatment and working on myself that sex isnt supposed to be like that but it's just my outlet with getting it out. my issue with people who write non-con/rape have not experienced it or focus it mainly on being assualted just because it makes the story "hot", which doesnt sit right with me. not only this, they do not tag/warn properly either, which i do (explanation in blue).

as a reader i do think you can send me asks like, "hey, i dont like that you did this" because i can always keep that criticism in mind for my later stories. had it been an ask (or asks) that had been genuine concern would have been fine, but the fact that people are sending around a screenshot and jumping to make posts so they can get a chance to bully me again is the same toxicity i was talking about. if you were actual supporters of mine (whether you didnt like what i wrote or not), why was the thought of sending it to people who hate me the first thought to do? were you expecting me to say i didnt do it? unlike most people i can admit to my own wrongdoings.

its the fact that REAL people were offended and you guys are using it for your sad agenda to have everyone hate me. you guys are OBSESSED with stalking me even though you cant stand me. bringing up old callout posts and then trying to shove words into my mouth that arent there show very clearly what yalls true motives are. capitalizing on my mistakes and waiting for moments where i say something you dislike is NOT you playing hero, youre just toxic people waiting for an outlet to abuse someone. stop pretending to care about issues when you dont. any asks/etc related to this that are just straight up hate will not be answered.

#tw racism #tw; racism #tw rape #tw; tape #tw noncon #tw; noncon #discourse #sav talks

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ratanslily · 4 years ago

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Hey everyone!!

About this:

I realise its my mistake, i would never be racist towards poc (i know this is no excuse but im an Indian myself, id hate to be racist towards fellow poc), please believe me. I never meant to imply oliver is poc and even if it comes off as that way, that's incredibly shitty of me to do so and i sincerely apologize to every poc in the fandom. As of now, i have deleted the post and I promise i will never make such a post ever again, i can only hope you accept my apology and im genuinely sorry for this.

If people who are hurt by this post, if you want anything i can do as a form to show im really sorry please let me know? Once again im so sorry, i promise i will learn from this

Edit: I'm sorry about the tanning comment too, it was mindless of me to say so. And about the hair comment, I didn't read it carefully, sorry for being careless, I would've corrected my friend about it but i didnt, but i m really sorry for this

Edit: please, if you have any issues with my apology and want me to apologise in a better way, please let me know, my asks are open for you

#im going to put this in the main tag so people can see it #playchoices #oliver cochrane #distant shores

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alchemy-sandra · 5 years ago

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MLQC: Victor x MC A Chance of Rain

Ok, here is my first fanfic ever so please be gentle with me. I tried my best to edit, but I suck at it. I originally started this idea when @alloveroliver kinktober came out but got caught up in my masters program and didnt finish on time. Fast forward to quarintine and now I have the time to finish.

Title: A Chance of Rain

Summary: This takes place before the recent chapter releases. Mc visits Victor at a worksite but due to an unexpected rainshower things go from professional to inappropriate at record pace.

Rating: Explicit smut aka 18+ only

Prompt: Accidental Stimulation

Warnings: semi-public sex,oral, blowjob, profanity

Words:3145

You quickly shut the door to your apartment and tapped in 4452 on the door code to set the alarm before walking to the elevator. You could only pray that today would be over soon. Victor had instructed that you visit him at a new development property he had obtained in a mass merger with another company. He was planning on visiting all the sites today and would not return to the office until tomorrow. You still could not fathom why Victor had such specific dates set for the production company’s reports, but beggars can’t be choosers after all. Once the elevator arrived at the bottom floor, you crossed the threshold of the apartment’s atrium and hit the pavement outside. It was a blustery, gray day with just a hint of rain in the air. You had checked the weather this morning and rain was not forecasted until later this evening. You moved up the sidewalk and checked to make sure of the property’s location before setting off. It was only six blocks away after all and shouldn’t take me more than 15 minutes to get there. However, about 10 minutes into your journey, you felt a raindrop hit your forehead.

“Oh no! Why did I have to listen to the forecast?” you screeched as the rain rushed in and started falling heavier. You quickened your pace holding your purse above your head, trying to shield your face from the onslaught of rain. By the time you reached the property, you were dripping wet.

You entered the side door, and the frigid blast of air from the industrial-sized ac had you shivering within seconds. You strode down the hall looking for Victor. The building was empty for the most part except for construction equipment stored in various places throughout the building. You were frozen by the time you found victor huddled over a stack of blueprints in a small corner office on the first floor. "I'm sorry, I'm late. I was walking, and the rain started." Victor held up his hand to silence me.

“Tell me, if you were me, how would you feel about people being late for a meeting? Would you feel as though they don’t appreciate the opportunity they were being given, or would you listen to sorry excuses and let yourself be run over by anyone?" He said stoically never looking up from the blueprints.

Uh-oh, you think you may have just stepped onto a land mine. You thought about how you would navigate this without getting yourself in trouble but also not look like an idiot in front of Victor.

"Well, I..I suppose I would listen to what caused them to be late……if they have sufficient evidence to back up their claims," you said quietly while rubbing your hands up your arms for warmth.

At this proclamation, Victor looked up from the desk only to be shocked at what was in front of him. Not only was MC soaked from head to toe, but she was wearing what would have been a flowing white dress had it not be drenched and sticking to MC's body for dear life. Victor could see the outline of her rounded hips and taut thighs as she quickly crossed her arms over her chest to shield the noticeably hardened tips of her nipples from his perusal.

You stared at victor, defiantly waiting for him to tease you or to ask why you made such a poor decision to leave the house without an umbrella. Instead, however, victor glanced away and mumbled inaudibly to himself.

“I’m sorry I missed that, what did you say?” you asked with a little more vitriol than you had initially intended.

“I said good thing the builders haven’t arrived yet.” He said with a teasing tilt to his bottom lip that you hadn't ever seen before. You dropped your head, embarrassed by the entire situation. Here you were looking like a soaked rag in front of your boss. Real professional, Ugh

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I do believe the evidence speaks for itself," Victor said while exhaling a sigh. You looked up at his face and noticed his eyes had become watchful and intense.

The sound of a door closing in the distance had you breaking eye contact and looking towards the open walkway with no way to close the office door as the door was removed in the renovation processes.

You looked up at victor with pleading eyes “What do we do!?” you whispered harshly. The footsteps began moving closer and closer to your location has you beginning to panic. You could not let other people see you like this. It had been bad enough that victor had seen you, now you were going to be a show for the people who worked here too?

“Dummy,” Victor said, walking around his desk to stand in front of you. However, instead of letting victor handle the embarrassing situation, you grasped his arm suddenly and pushed both of you into the coat closet, closing it swiftly but quietly behind you. “What are you doing?” Victor asked, amused by this comical situation he now found himself in. "Shhh, be quiet." You cautioned him sternly as you heard someone approach the office entrance way. The sound grew quiet as if someone had stopped at the office’s doorway, so you both waited silently.

You were becoming increasingly aware of how tiny this closet was. Every time you would move, you would brush Victor’s body in the process. However, there was one advantage to this closet thing. "You're so warm," you breathed out. You are sure you caught victor off guard when you laid your frozen cheek against his chest. You're not quite sure what you were thinking, but you were just so happy to have some feeling return to your face again.

Victor ran his hands up and down your arms attempting to generate heat. You heard a movement outside, and you both froze as you turned around to the door. Unconsciously, you took a step back, forcing your back against Victor’s seeking some form of shelter.

--------------------------Smut Below, you have been warned-------------------------

Unbeknownst to you, you were applying direct pressure to victor’s swelling erection. He had been trying hard to think of stock market recessions in an attempt to deflate his burgeoning erection, but since he had entered this damn closet, it had blossomed like a fire in his gut. Her hips had nudged against his member a few times and now was exerting direct pressure with her luscious ass. It was only a matter of time before she realized something was there that shouldn’t be. After all, his cock, once erect, was pretty unavoidable. Blessing and a curse he supposed. The feeling of her soft butt cheek caressing the front of his pants was making him dizzy. Victor suddenly grabbed your hips in a firm attempt to stall your motions. This was not how he had pictured this day going, but damn if he didn't want to grind his erection into you without hesitation. Instead, he pushed you away, trying to regain some form of composure.

"I'm so sorry. I must've gotten you wet. Here let me just…" you stated earnestly while trying to wipe off what moisture you could from Victor's shirt. As soon as you reach his abs, your hand froze on the outline of tight muscles bunched under his damp dress shirt. You quickly removed your hand while stating, "you know what I think I am making it worse. Sorry". Victor started at you with an incredulous expression, "You think?"

"Victor, can I ask you something?” You questioned, looking up at his face before quickly darting your eyes away.

"Depends on what it is… If it is something I feel like answering, then I will." He stated with a curious but guarded tone.

"Why do you put up with me? I feel like I am constantly making mistakes, and I always need you to rescue me. I can't help feeling like a burden to you," you inquired somewhat dreading his reply.

“Dummy, don’t ask questions you should already know the answer to.” He replied, while averting his gaze. This woman was going to be the death of him. From saving him as a child to the intense feelings that developed for her over the past year, it’s a miracle MC hadn’t picked up on it. He needed to get out of this close proximity to her, or he would lose it soon.

“Here put this on,” victor said while placing his suit jacket around your shoulders. The smell of Victor engulfed you, and you felt reassured for some odd reason. He attempted to push past you, but you hastily grabbed for him and pulled him back, whispering, “No! What if the worker is still out there I don’t want anyone to see me like this or to know I was hiding in a closet with you!”

“Relax, I am just going to tell him to go look at something on another floor,” he said nonchalantly as he stepped close to the door and reached for the handle.

You’re not quite sure what came over you, but you pulled Victor back and forced him against the wall of the closet. “Just wait a minute! I don’t want them thinking something else!” you snapped as you warily eyed the door.

He should have known he wouldn’t be able to hold back forever

He wrapped one hand around your waist and gently cupped your face as you fiercely gazed up at him.

He couldn’t stop this and didn’t want to.

He brought his lips down to crash upon your with your gasp of surprise the only sound between you. He moved his lips, slowly savoring the feel of your lips upon his and your taste. God, he couldn’t get enough, but at the same time, he needed to make sure. He broke away from you as you stared at him with a stunned expression.

“I….why…..I wasn’t expecting that” you stammered. Your eyes met Victor’s as you attempted to get a handle on the situation that you now found yourself in. In his eyes, you could see the same surprise and thinly veiled yearning that you could also feel within yourself. You felt dumbstruck. This man had just kissed you. “Why did you do that?” You asked in a hushed tone. You weren’t accusing or angry; you just didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Dashed hope could lead to a very long fall for you. Though you couldn’t stop yourself from hoping he would answer honestly without deflecting.

Victor took a shuddering breath before answering, “Dummy, do you truly not know how much I…….” he paused before hesitantly asking, “Do I not have a place in your heart as you do in mine?”

You remained quiet.

Instead of answering him, you reached up and pulled his face down to yours as you kissed his lips. You briefly pulled away and whispered at lips, “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” Victor groaned and spun you around to push your back against the wall. He kissed your lips and nibbled his way down the nape of your neck. You had forgotten where you were and what lead you here and could only focus on how tantalizing his lips felt sucking and biting your sensitive skin below your ear.

“Let me take you home he uttered hoarsely as the thoughts of what he wants to do to you surrounds and fogs his brain. You don’t think you can wait. This feels better than you could have ever imagined. “Fuck, jus…just kiss me,” you moan unwilling to stop as he dips his head back down to yours, enveloping your lips in his as he leans his body into yours. You bucked your hips up into his coming into contact with his clothed member. Dear lord. He is so hard. You instantly feel a rush of arousal and simultaneously the need to jump out of your skin. He can’t touch you enough; his hands are like live wires to your soul, taking you higher and higher. You unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders as you feel him slip the straps of your dress down. He rapidly unfastens your bra and pulls it down your arms.

“Fuck, how was I supposed to deny these?“ He asks hoarsely as he cups your breasts while rubbing the tips of your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. You moan as you pull his neck forward so you can suck and leave your own trail of love bites across his neck and chest. “Shit MC how do you do this to me?” He growls as he spins you around, pushing your front against the wall. He holds you in place with a tight grip on the place where your neck meets your shoulder as he fumbles to find your zipper in the dimmed light. Once he locates it, he unzips it slowly as his lips follow its path. He shimmy’s the dress from your hips and steps up to clutch you to him. He moves your hair off your neck and sucks lightly as his left-hand wraps around one of your breasts while the other trails down your belly. Once he reaches your panties, he grazes the lace with his fingers before skimming over them down to your thighs. He slowly drags his hand up your inner thigh as he feels you fidget in anticipation. He reaches down again and continues on the other thigh. You push your back into him and rub your ass into his large clothed cock in an effort to get some friction in the place you need it most. He brings his knee up in between your legs and grinds it against your pussy. “Fuck fuck fuck Victor” he hums as you gasp out his name. You struggle to reach behind you to rub his cock through his slacks only to have victor stop you.

“Ah ah, not yet MC, you aren’t quite where I want you just yet,” he said with a dark chuckle “soon though” You whine in frustration wanting nothing more than to feel his hard cock pressed against your skin with nothing in between.

“Now, if I were to touch your sweet c*nt, would you be wet for me? Victor asks demandingly as you throw your head back and you rub yourself down onto his knee. “Please Victor,” you beg, not sure where he is taking this as you grind almost mindless back onto him.

Victor swiftly removed his knee despite your whine of indignation and asked again, “hmm, is your sweet little pussy wet for me?

You turned your head to glare daggers at this man, but it didn’t appear he was going to budge as he just patiently waited for your response. “Yes, it is,” you mutter quietly, somewhat embarrassed.

“Mmmhh, just what I wanted to hear,” he ground his erection on your ass a minute before spreading your legs and pulling your ass back. “Keep your hands on the wall and be a good girl,” he whispered huskily as you felt him shift behind you.

Victor sat on the floor with his back against the wall as he lifted your leg and moved you over his face. His face was directly in front of your slit. Exactly where he wanted to be apparently. While wrapping his hands quickly around your thighs until his was confident, you wouldn’t move. He brought his hand up and rubbed your clit with his thumb in small little circles before dipping his finger back to your slit to feel how wet you were for him. You whimpered as you heard him groan at how wet you were for him.

He took his fingers away and to a long lick covering your slit. He sucked your clit into his mouth, sucking with a passion as you moaned and whimpered for him. “Oh shit victor oh my, fuck,” you spouted jumbled phrasings trying to express your fierce pleasure.

“You fucking taste so good, god, I’ve dreamed of this,” he mumbled against your folds. You glanced down at him and saw he had unbuttoned his pants and was stroking his cock as he licked you with greedy intent. The sight enraptured you, and you couldn’t look away. His hard and rigid length being stroke drove you even closer to the edge. He continued to lap at your folds, even going so far as to force his tongue right at the entrance to your hole. He grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto his face until you erupted in waves and gushed juices over him, screaming his name. He continued licking your clit until you tried to push him away, shaking, about to collapse on the floor of the closet.

He lowered you down to his lap and nestled you close as you trembled with aftershocks. “Now we are going home,” he stated, chuckling to himself. “But you, you didn’t….” you drifted off embarrassed to finish the sentence. You looked down and saw his erection still standing at attention.

“I am not going to take you for the first time in a closet, dummy.” He said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

He stood up, and you moved to your knees. Victor reached out his hand to help you up off the floor, but you had another plan in mind. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and stroked him gently as you moved closer to his cock and wrapped your lips around his head, swirled your tongued greedily around his tip. He groaned, caught off guard as you moved your lips up and down his dick. “Fuck MC….damn you feel so good,” he moaned as he grew closer and closer. His cock was leaking copious amounts of precum, alerting you to just how close he really was. You sucked hard on the shaft of his cock while pumping the base with your fist. “Shit Mc I’m about to…..fuck,” you felt his cock flex before his cum gushed into your mouth before swallowing it down. You smiled up at him innocently as he leaned against the door, trying to catch his breath.

He bent down to pick up your dress and help you stand. As you put your clothes back on, your predicament came back full force as you realized you just screamed out victor's name in this closet where you were supposed to be hiding from others. “oh shit, oh shit. Victor, we can never leave. I know they heard me.” You cried out panic enveloping you.

“Mc, how many times do I have to remind you I can freeze time? It’s been stopped since I kissed you.” He stated indignantly while shaking his head at you. “Your screams are just for me, got it? Now, let’s go home.”

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Hii~ can i get a marauders era ship. I'm a Ravenclaw enjoy being alone bcs I get tired of socializing a lot. I tend to be a bit blunt and mean to people I don't like but it takes a lot for me to be angry. I get very affectionate with people I'm close with. I put extreme efforts on my studies and I put it first over my health dkjdd. I put others needs before myself. I will go out of my way to help somebody. Nightowl. Congrats on 1.5k followers btw love~ You deserve it❤️ I hope you're safe!

I ship you with...

Remus Lupin!

You actually met through a tutoring program in your fifth year

You knew who Remus was because of his friends, but you didnt find anything about the marauders particularly interesting

You were naturally a tutor wanting to help out some freinds and classmates and Remus signed up because thought it would look good to Proffessers and future employers

You and a few other students were brought together by McGonagall and give the students which need tutors before asking you to divide the work load.

You and Remus specialized in the same classes and ended up taking the majority of students from them

You agreed to partner up for some sessions to make it easier

You didnt much like the idea of working with the boy, especially since he was so popular, you figured it would be a pain

He was surprisingly easy for you to deal with, he didnt talk all that much and when he did it was never demanding or useless, always with purpose.

You began to grow curious about his disappearances and scars, you didnt buy the halfassed lie about a car crash.

It took you barley two months to find out he was a werewolf, you considered not telling him you knew but instead you offered to walk him back to the common room and confessed your knowledge

His eyes went wide and before he could deny your claim you laid out all of you evidence of his condition

He eventually confessed, begging you not to say anything

You shrugged saying you wouldn't, "It would bring far too much attention to me anyway."

Remus thanked you and you began to ask him questions, you were excited to have met a werewolf. 'Where do you go during the full moon?' 'How long does it take for you to change?' 'Do you remember anything from when your changed?'

Remus awnsered many of your questions but you realised quite quickly he got uncomfortable and shut your mouth apologizing

You began to pay more attention to the Gryffindor as you helped tutor students. You felt slightly inclined to help him

You found yourself up far too late into the night making wolfbane and slipping it to the boy on full moons

Remus had been stunned when you presented him with the small vile, you had told him it was nothing blushing a bit

James and Sirius were stunned when they found out that someone, YOU never the less made him wolfsbane

James insisted you teach him but you immediately disregarded the opportunity, you didnt much like the attention James drew with him everywhere, not to mention if he messed up the potion there would be no time to make a new one

You continued to make the potion in secret despite the fact that you lost hours of sleep and almost got caught by Filch

You werent exscatly sure why you did what you did for Remus untill one of your freinds brought up the fact of you liking him and you immediately brushed it off, but the thought didn't leave

You found yourself wanting to be near Remus way too often, he was one of the few people who didnt exhausted your social battery

Maybe you liked him a little

James and Sirius contributed to tease the boy about spending many hours with you, "Studying" even though you were actually studying

You engaged in small talk quite a bit with Remus, he was so easy to talk to it was hard not to

As the year progressed you became very comfortable with him and began to become affectionate, it was just what happened when you relaxed around someone

Suddenly Remus was unsure how to act around you as you flung yourself into his arms and put your head on his shoulder. You were constantly hanging on to his arm and threading your fingers together

He blushed terribly when you got so cuddly with him, you made his heart pound and his stomach flutter, he found himself helplessly in love ith you

You got over excited shdn you found out you got over a hundred on one of your final exams and threw yourself into Remus's arms, kissing him fully on the lips.

Remus had been so stunned he hadn't had a second to respond before you were pulling away flushed and leaping down about ready to run

Remus stopped you pulling you back towards him, unfortunately your kiss was interrupted by the rest of the marauders, their cat calls and whistles earing them a slap from Remus

You spent most of your time together in private, neither of you big on social events so you spent large amounts of time in the bac of the library or in eachothers rooms or even in the room of requirement.

Remus made you sleep, forcing you away from your notes and making sure you ate and hydrated properly

You still made him wolfsbane every month and stayed in the hospital wing with him as long as you were allowed

Thank you so much by the way! (This is not edited please excuse any typos or mistakes)

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longinglook · 5 years ago

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I’m replying to a bunch more wru asks under the cut, so if you’ve sent me one that I haven’t answered yet, it’s probably down here!

I don't know if it was on purpose but FTTT's story has been mostly character driven so far so the jealousy storyline they tried to push in the last minute is out of place. I also agree that there are most likely scenes missing after what happened in the first part of the episode. I can definitely tell that some things aren't going the way they planned and I'm not talking only about SaiZon but about all couples.

Yeah something was definitely missng there plot wise, and as you said I think the show had been mostly character driven and it was working fine like that. They tried to add drama for the sake of having drama in it and edned up ruining the characters they had so nicely built. The show has been all over the place this entire time, but corona must have really screwed things up for them at the end. Hopefully they do get to shoot some more material to fill the holes that were left. I’m still very doubtful we’ll get the apology scene that was very much needed there.

fighter getting drunk, seeing tutor with the kid and then going to tutor and breaking down crying would have had done the same for the story progression as whatever they tried to do today and it wouldn't have harmed the character development of either characters but considering the article i read about thai and rape culture in the media i'm not even surprised that someone thought this was a good idea

I agree 100%. I think that their whole reasoning behind it was to bring Fighter to some sort of “breaking point”, because apparently just seeing Tutor with someone else wouldn’t have done it. I hated that part as well, I don’t think Tutor would ever use someone to get back at Fighter or piss him off so I’m going to erase that from my memory as well. I think that Fighter breaking down could have easily been justified just by him getting drunk and going to Tutor’s to beg him to get back together. Once Tutor refuses, you have the whole scene where Fighter cries. No need for any of this manipulation and assault. Sadly it seems that the writers didn’t see a problem with it. They didn’t even have Tutor ask for an apology, they didn’t make Fighter provide one.

I can’t believe they thought this kind of behavior would make sense coming from Fighter. We’ve seen repeatedly how Fighter has had pretty good impulse control around Tutor, stopping when kisses get too intense because he doesn’t want to “break his promise”, so this was just so out of character. Let’s say he was blinded by jealousy and alcohol, the moment he snapped out of it he would have apologized for sure. The fact that he didn’t in my opinion shows that the writers don’t consider this to be a serious matter. It should have happened right after he stopped, still in that scene, so there is no excuse as to why it’s missing.

but this is exactly what i mean even if they are side characters there are side characters that are important because they are tied to the main characters and then there are just random side characters to fill space and to make the series look more alive but whyru just forgot about all of them. i mean a lot of things went wrong so i guess i will try not to be too harsh but i hope the director can do a better job next time.

For sure! If you’re going to have a ton of side characters, make sure you can handle them. Make sure they have a backstory and enough screen time for people to remember them, to show respect both for the audience and for the actors. The show didn’t go the way they were planning to, and hopefully they get the chance to reshoot and release a new cut over on netflix, but there is a lot of work to do and we just can’t be sure of what was due to covid and what was due to bad writing.

most of the mess in bl series could be avoided if they just consulted an actual lgbt+ representative. i know one person can't represent all of us but it's a start. or honestly any sane person could do it. also how many times have people complained about problematic plot elements like this before? and it's not just international fans i have seen many viral thai tweets as well. you would think someone who spends as much time on twitter as the director of whyru would know better.

I think someone from the crew ism’t straight? But yeah apparently that wasn’t enough. Up until yesterday the show had been doing a good job with this sort of issues, even in ep. 12 the conversation with Fighter’s father was excellent, but they really fucked everything up with part 1. In that case it’s not necessarily about lgbt+ rep, since that scene would have been just as awful with a straight couple, it’s about working with someone who is able to recognize assault and realize that it shouldn’t be treated that lightly, that these characters wouldn’t normally behave like that, and that an apology scene from Fighter would have been needed. I’m staying off of twitter for a while because I honestly can’t watch clips of this episode without feeling sick.

It broke my heart to see Fighter begging his father to be happy. No child should have to BEG their parents just to be happy. I'm a mom and if my daughter would stand bevor me and plead under tears that I should just let her be happy it would destroy me. But this jerk didn't show any reaction. I don't get how to be so cold-hearted. In particular, when he claims that he does everything only for his son. He is no father. He ist just a self centric, control freak with no affection

Hopefully that was the last we’ll ever see of him. I’m pretty sure Fighter is going to tell Tutor that his father had a change of heart or something. because Fighter’s words seemed to have an effect on him and he left without saying anything. Still, I completely understand what you’re saying. He went way too far with his control tendencies, he made both his son and Tutor suffer just because he wasn’t okay with Fighter living his life and being happy for once. I hope Fighter will truly be happy after this and his father will leave him alone and lean to be more accepting. If not, I’m sure that Tutor’s mom and sister are ready to dote on him like a second son.

so apparently the subs for fighter's text messages are completely wrong he doesn't say anything about the beach or zon he is telling him he left and that he hopes he will get better soon and that he is sorry if he made him feel uncomfortable. this is not a small mistake, this is a complete different translation like what the hell. i mean part one is still shit but it makes more sense and explains why tutor was crying after reading the last message.

Yeah I saw that! It looks like there was a second version that included those texts but got scrapped last second and they didn’t get around to editing the subs. I’m sure someone on twitter/youtube will upload a revisited version to fix where the subs were off throughout the episode.

Please tell me, i'm not the only one who felt it's gotten worse when tor replied his kiss. Just because he kissed tor softly didnt mean fight didnt force himself on tutor, right? I'm so afraid everyone will take his action as some kind of 'you said you didnt love him but actually you love him, right?'

Yeah no, it was still forced and non consensual. It started with Fighter physically dragging Tutor to the bedroom while Tutor struggled to get free and told him to stop, so basically everything that happened after was assault no matter what. Tutor barely kissed back, it might have been just out of habit, it does not mean he was okay with it. No matter how soft Fighter was kissing him, he was still holding him down and pushing him, so yeah. Not good. Tutor laying still was a way to show Fighter just how much NOT into it he was. He wasn’t reciprocating anything, he wasn’t responding to his touch, it’s the exact opposite of what we’ve seen in all their heated scenes. I can’t believe anyone could look at it and think that Tutor was okay with it. One thing I will say is that Tutor didn’t look too scared, he was more angry and frustrated. He was probably aware of how out of it Fighter was in that moment, and all it took to get him to stop was Tutor’s voice. The writers want us to feel like Tutor wasn’t that shaken by it because he still loves Fighter and he knows he was just reacting to seeing Tutor with his student, but it’s still really bad. The whole love thing, the I don’t love you anymore line, in my opinion it was meant as a lie to get Fighter to leave him alone and finalize this break up once and for all. I don’t think Tutor ever stopped loving Fighter, even in that moment.

I think they were trying to make the scene In P1 not look as bad as it is by confusing the viewers with Tutor kissing back and letting Fighter in the end but it still is what it is and then right after that they gave us the whole sentimental scene and Fighter crying I like that scene if only it did not start the way it did. And so they expected us to forget or turn a blind eye but I don't think it's gonna work for most people.

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I was definitely unable to properly enjoy that scene after the assault. I think it was an important scene, I liked the writing of it, I liked the flashbacks with the added frames revealing just how gone Fighter was for him since day one. It just didn’t have to be triggered by that. It could have easily existed on its own. I will not be able to rewatch it sadly, and I am so mad because I think Zee was at his best there. Incredible acting, too bad it had to follow that unforgivable scene. Even just a single apology could have made things better. It would have shown that the writers acknowledge how serious that was. But no, it happened and then it was brushed off, then why having it in the first place?

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