#i do not understand how it does so much with a 100-minute run time and functionally three characters but it's magic!

[physticuffs]

me: *has an Emotion* guess it's time to watch The Half of It again!

[happyhauntt]

— march fic recs, brought to you by happyhauntt.

a wee fic rec post for a few of the fics i read in march that altered my brain chemistry!! i've put a lil comment next to each rec because honestly writers don't get praised enough for their work these days and i wanted to show my appreciation for these talented souls!!

grishaverse.

➡ kaz brekker.

what do you want from me by @rubysunnday. notes: literally perfect wtf.

dark days by rubysunnday. notes: i reread this literally constantly, it is so perfect, kaz's characterisation is perfect, i adore it.

bloody hands by rubysunnday. notes: i devoured this whole thing like a starving person it was sO good.

when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds. notes: this is so beautiful honestly i have no words.

the lost princess by @ellewritesalright. notes: look it's only part one but elle is a fucking wizard and i'm a sucker for an anastasia au.

you and me (a whole lot of history) by @heliads. notes: this was so cute and such a clever concept i fell in love!!!

schat by @amourology. notes: fully choked this is so adorable.

soulmate by @magpiencrow. notes: KAZ BREKKER SOULMATE AU didn't know i needed this but now i need 100 more!!!!

➡ nikolai lantsov.

nine long years series by @ellewritesalright. notes: i am actively fucking screaming over this fic. i will never stop. this might genuinely be the best thing i've read in a LONG while. everything about it has me sobbing i actively CANNOT COPE. and it's not even finished yet.

one of us by @songofpatrochilless. notes: literally had me sobbing you don't understand the domesticity of it all!!!!!.

come on back to me by @atlabeth. notes: there is a very strong chance that i'll literally never stop screaming about this fic.

dreams of you by @wh0refornikolailantsov. notes: every cell in my body is SCREAMING.

this love by @lantsovsupremacist. notes: did not, in fact, give you permission to hurt me like this do it again.

salt in the wound by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: brain goes brrrr this has everything i need to survive tbh.

wanting was enough by @rubysunnday. notes: beautiful stunning magnificent i want to eat it.

an exhausted smile by @writing-havoc. notes: think i had an aneurysm reading this it was that amazing.

run away with me by @sumsebien. notes: i am still sobbing over this.

in emerald hearts, emerald minds by @undiscovered-horizon. notes: love love love love love. there aren't enough words in any language to describe how much i love this.

➡ alina starkov.

alina starkov x reader by @heliads. notes: alina does not get nearly enough love and this was so fucking sad and cute and brilliant.

➡ nina zenik.

the ten steps to 'i love you' by @sophierequests. notes: this was SO HEARTWARMING AND SWEET i adored it!!!

➡ zoya nazyalensky.

forget-me-nots by @syllvane. notes: not enough zoya fics on this hellsite. but also this ripped my heart out and made me sob so RUDE. i feel devastated.

➡ inej ghafa.

inej ghafa x reader by @heliads. notes: INEJ MY SWEET BABY, this fic is everything to me. everything. and it's so beautifully written!!!

➡ the darkling.

the dark side of the moon series by @myhairpintrigger. notes: this fic is ASTOUNDING. i haven’t cried this much reading something in a long time. i was FULL-BODY SOBBING. i don’t even like the darkling. i am Not a darkling girlie. but i was intrigued by concept of this fic and i can safely say it has ruined my life. this is Emotional Damage Incarnate. i will never recover. author, i salute you.

911.

through the smoke by @borntobewondering. notes: spent twenty whole minutes sobbing after reading this. i felt undone i felt hollow i felt so utterly fucked. author is a genius and that's all there is to say.

not so one night stand by @shmaptainwrites. notes: this was so fuckin adorable i'm in love.

d.c. to l.a. by shmaptainwrites. notes: bobby my guy just doesn't get enough fucking credit and this is so fucking adorable.

criminal minds.

➡ spencer reid.

trouble almost all my life by @januaryembrs. notes: this series is. it's literally. everything. i love bugsy like she's my own child. sister relationships are everything to me. i spent an hour sobbing in my bed over parts 2 and 3. i want this tattooed on my forehead.

➡ aaron hotchner.

found by @benedictscanvas. notes: DADDY i mean what. all jokes aside this was so sweet and beautiful and i'm in love the writing!!!

doctor who.

rage rage (against the dying of the light) by @morganas-pendragons. notes: felt feral after reading this. kayla just gets me in my feels every time.

heartbeat by morganas-pendragons. notes: this was the most emotional devastating thing i've ever read and i fully needed 3-5 business days to recover. rude. i want 100 more.

untitled by morganas-pendragons. notes: PAIN i love this so much.

ache by morganas-pendragons. notes: just scoop my heart out of my fucking chest i don't want it anymore after reading this.

a mind full of blissful terrors by @magiccath. notes: simply fucking amazing.

light in the dark by @i-imagine-my-doctor. notes: screaming please i adore this so much.

baby talk by @kisstherainwriting. notes: THE ABSOLUTE CUTIEST EVER. there's not enough clara fics and this had me squealing and feeling all warm and fuzzy!!!

holding my hand by kisstherainwriting. notes: angst galore this was STUNNING.

in another's eyes by @cas-kingdom. notes: PERFECTION.

where do we go now series by @theetherealbloom. notes: literally so fucking amazing i don't have enough words.

marauders.

the winner takes it all by @ellecdc. notes: brb faye is having a STROKE--

come back, be here series by ellecdc. notes: i think i had a full on stroke while reading this series. the attention to detail is insane. the characterisation is perfect.

i don't know you anymore (maybe i never really did) by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels. notes: SCREECHING i'm in love you don't understand.

bridgerton.

➡ anthony bridgerton.

distractions by @peterpparkrr. notes: simply immaculate.

right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch. notes: did you mean one of my favourite tropes bc this is it.

right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & @thirteenisles. notes: i felt feral after reading this tbh.

➡ sibling!reader.

reluctant caretaker by @rubysunnday. notes: this fic hit my heart in all the right places okay sibling stuff means everything to me.

did she have a cookie by rubysunnday. notes: a joyous read from start to finish i CACKLED the whole way through.

moon knight.

come back to me by @mgparker. notes: still sobbing. immaculate.

the other sarcophagus by @starryevermore. notes: i literally reread this constantly i adore it so much!!

marc spector x reader by @softlyspector. notes: i had an aneurysm reading this and i haven't been the same since.

more marc spector x reader by softlyspector. notes: i am having an intense emotion hold on. anytime i see autistic stuff in canon content for any fandom i SQUEAK. and this is so well done honestly.

star wars.

heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional. notes: i reread this constantly, it's so amazing and heartwrenching and beautiful and i want to eat it.

little talks by @light-yaers. notes: you simply do not understand how much i adore everything beff writes. i adore this fic more than i need oxygen to breathe.

right where you left me series by light-yaers. notes: personality-defining series. i LIVE for this fic. every update adds five years to my lifespan. if you're not reading this you are MISSING OUT.

a light, a song, a bluebird by @millllenniawrites. notes: made me SOB 10/10 would recommend if you like emotional trauma.

invisible string by @campingwiththecharmings. notes: pining!!! loneliness!!! i adore!!!

hard landings by @softlyspector. notes: no. no you don't understand. this fic doesn't just own my soul it is my soul. i want it tattooed on my face.

misc.

hopper x reader by @luveline. notes: you don't understand this might be the cutest shit i've ever read and jade is a fellow welsh person which automatically makes them brilliant in my book.

muña by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: alicent means fucking everything to me and this had me sobbing.

mistletoe magic by @writingsbychlo. notes: literally the cutest fucking thing ever, had me kicking my legs and squealing!!

[ccscocoapuffs]

Roman Reigns NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Loves to pull you into to his arms and and lay your head against his chest. He wants to lay with you for a bit and come down from your highs with skin to skin. He wants the feeling of being close to you after your most intimate moments before he will hop up and go get the water running for a much needed and deserved bath for you two.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Roman is 100% an ass guy, he loves to walk up behind you and smack it before just chuckling and walking away or leaning into your neck and leaving soft little kisses there to tease you. He also loves walking with his arm around your waist and having his hand resting on your ass. His favorite body part on himself is probably his arms, I mean come on look at the man, he has fucking muscles for days. He loves them though cause it allows him to pick you and throw you over his shoulder while he carries you to the bedroom.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He loves cumming on your face, tits, and inside the most. If he has alot of energy still built up after a match be prepared to be covered in him, he loves making a mess out of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Jealous ass fucker, though he secretly loves when you try to make him jealous intentionally, cause he knows he gets to put you in your place and make you remember exact who fucks you the best. (Brat tamer energy *wink wink*

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Very well experienced and understanding of sex. He is fully aware on how to make a woman have a mind blowing orgasm but he is also aware of the fact every woman can be different in the bedroom. He uses his knowledge and adapts to your likes and dislikes to insure that you're completely fucked out by the time he's done with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He definitely likes setting you on his lap and making you ride him knowing very well that after a minute you'll be begging him to fuck you. His all time favorite though is "The Seashell", he loves the aspect of the deeper penetration that comes with it and he loves fucking folding your ass when he fucks you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?) Roman is for sure on the serious side of things. He wants the time you two share together to be hot, kinky, and sexy. Hence why he fees being goofy can kinda ruin that feeling.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Roman has thick black hair that he tends to keep trimmed down enough to remain in a manner he deems presentable. He likes to leave enough so that when he fucks your face you choke on the hair just slightly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Roman can be very intimate, he cares about you more than anything in this world. He definitely shows that in his actions throughout the day as well as in the bedroom. Though don't let his romantic heart fool you, he is a hard dom and isn't afraid of having to punish you for bratty behavior.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) As a punishment for you being a brat he will cuff you to your bed and make you watch him get off. Right before he cums he'll walk over to you and spill himself over your stomach or chest just to tease you even more. He will look you in the eyes and say something along the lines of "I bet you wanna touch it, huh? if only you could fucking behave then it would be buried in that wet pussy right now"

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Spanking Choking Slight bondage such as tying you to the bed and such Slight Spit kink Daddy Kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He doesn't have a preference on where to have sex but if he had to pick a favorite he would say the shower. He loves pushing you up against the wall being surround by the steam it makes it seem more sensual to him in the moment.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Roman is turned on by you and your confidence. He likes when you aren't afraid to show that you belong to the head of the table himself. Walk up to him while he's handling bloodline business and just sit down on his lap, let all of the bloodline and wwe roster know exactly who you belong to.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Roman won't share you, he likes keeping the things that are his strictly to himself you included.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He is a god at giving, he loves over stimming you with his mouth alone. If you want to give him a blowjob then he is gonna make you worship his cock. He also loves to fuck your face on occasion.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Roman loves a faster and rough pace but he will start slower, he likes being able to pound into you deeply ad make sure he hits every spot before absolutely rearranging your guts.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He is always down for a quickie, I kinda feel as though roman wouldn't care about getting caught so if you two happen to be walked in on during one of these quickies, he for sure will tell you just keep going while yelling at the other person to get out.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Roman loves to experiment with you, he likes being risky cause he finds alot of excitement there. One of the risks he would take is making you wear a remote controlled vibrator to dinner with all of the bloodline.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He can for sure atleast go 3 rounds, 9 times out of 10 you won't be able to walk when he is finally done with you. He loves being able to have longer times being intimate with you though.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Yes he owns a few toys for you. His favorite would for sure be the remote controlled vibrator or the grinders. He loves setting one of the grinders on his thigh an then setting you on top of it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He is a BIG big tease, without a doubt. He loves to tease you to the point of you begging and whining to him to stop and just fuck you. It lowkey strokes his ego.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Definitely dirty talks alot as well as very deep and rough groans. If you tease him he lowkey will almost growl in your ear to let you know he ain't playing with you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) If you wanna be the ultimate brat and earn yourself the biggest fucking punishment in the world. Pull his hair. See what happens.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Roman is about 8 inches in length and has a VERY thick girth. No matter what you'll be able to feel him stretch you out every time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Relatively high, though it depends on his mood. If he is frustrated from Bloodline stuff then it is for sure alot higher because he needs to take out that frustration.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He usually will wait till you fall asleep. He likes to make sure that you're well taken care of and resting before he pulls you even closer and kisses the top of your head while he drifts to sleep.

[a-hazbin-reader]

K so I loved your egg and dog, why not next a real kid. The cannibal kids, like the kids adore y/n when ever she comes to town to visit. They do multiple fun activities like makeing flower crowns or just somthing as simple as hopscotch!

(Proves y/n would be a good mom.)

Y/N would be a good mom!! I believe in her!!

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Children in mild danger, Cartoonish antics, Reader wants children, Alastor being possessive, Sad implications

Description: 👆⬆️

Alastor likes taking you to Cannibal Town, he likes that everyone there loves you nearly as much as he does

He likes showing you off and letting Rosie brag about you for him

Because she totally brags about you, not letting Alastor get a word out to say it himself

And the children all listen to Rosie so they quickly turn their attention on you with sparkling eyes and grabby hands

And you are immediately enamored with them too, giving them tight squeezes and gentle pecks on their chubby cheeks

It's adorable that the children have taken such a shine to you, really it is

"Y/N! Y/N! Come play with us!"

"Alright~ Alright~"

Not the littlest one leading you by holding onto your finger

And the way you indulge them just makes his heart melt, watching you play along with their antics

You mend their clothes for them, bandage their boo-boos, bring them snacks so they aren't tempted to gnaw on each other

Or you

Plus it gives him time to chat with Rosie or shop for surprise gifts for you so he doesn't necessarily mind it

Except those kids never seem to run out of energy or get sick of your attention

Sometimes he finds you surrounded by them, all of you snuggled up together and relaxed

Are those flowers in your hair?

Yes, yes they are.

Or you'll seek him out, one child on your shoulders and another in your arms, both asleep

But your husband wants to take you home and get some snuggles with you for himself

And cannibal children are fucking ruthless when it comes to something they want so he has to get creative to get his wife back

"Here~! Have some scissors! Run as fast as you can with them~!"

"ALASTOR!"

"Oh fuck-"

They 100% fight back though, those children are smart and ruthless, quick to realize Alastor is competition

That's part of why he likes the cannibal children so much tbh

They will literally throw him in a well if it means spending five more minutes with you

It becomes a cartoonish war between Alastor and the children, one with little malice but many dangerous antics on both ends

With you in the middle

You even start to play along, picking different sides at random and turning things into a game

It's totally not an excuse to watch your husband play with children and it definitely doesn't make your heart ache

Once Alastor stops to realize how you're looking at him and sees how much warmth your gaze holds then he starts to understand something

Something that makes his heart throb a little but he tucks it away for when you two are alone

Alastor starts to join you in hanging out with the children after that, enjoying the maternal side of you more than he would care to admit

And seeing him act even remotely fatherly is obviously doing things for you so that's a bonus for him too

You two are constantly followed by a gaggle of children now, the two of you looking like duck parents

If you run into any of the overlords then Alastor will pit the kids against them, telling them to get their Aunty/Uncle

Bonus points if its Vox and they take off a piece of him and bring it back to Alastor

They love biting their Uncle Vox~

They even visit you two at the hotel sometimes, all of them storming the building and wreaking havoc until they find your room

Not all of them trying to sneak into bed with you two as silently as possible

Okay no-

He's going to start locking doors now

Go ahead, old man they'll just break them down

Alastor totally doesn't make them Charlie and Vaggie's problem afterwards just so that he can have some peace

More cuddles with his wife please

"Alastor...we should get the children home..."

"Five more minutes, my dear~"

How can you say no to him when he's kissing your neck like that?

Five more minutes

He's amused when you try to explain away the love marks on your neck and shoulders in a PG way

Kids ask the silliest questions, don't they?

You always sigh happily at the end of the day once the kids have gone home, leaning on your husband

You look tired but happy, Alastor committing the look to memory

He catches you staring at the kids fondly and looking at baby clothes a little more often

Maybe you hold a baby for a little too long, voice a little too thick with emotion

It's obvious to him that being around the children makes you happy but also makes you wish for something more

And all he wants is his wife to be happy

So maybe he should have that conversation with you that he's been putting off for awhile

Alastor isn't really a coward, but when it comes to difficult conversations with you, he's definitely reluctant

He doesn't like to see you get worked up and if the conversation goes where he thinks it's going to go then...you're gonna get upset

Waits until the two of you are snuggled up together in bed, his arm wrapped snuggly around you

You're nearly asleep, happily breathing in your husband's scent and lazily stroking his chest

"Y/N...do you want a family with me?"

Now you're wide awake

🥹🥺🥹 literally me after this

[cutesilyo]

the thing i really like about just for once in nerdy prudes must die is that it's best iteration of the musical within a musical trope that has become characteristic of the hatchetfield musicals

like both show-stopping number and deck the halls (of northville high) are catchy songs from in-universe musicals that were very much written to have plots that suck

and show-stopping number was so well-beloved because it is, frankly, a hilarious scene that robert manion put 100% into

but i argue that only just for once is thematically relevant to its musical and fully emblematic of the wants and desires of the character singing it

because what is just for once, as a scene? it's ruth singing a song because she thinks she's got a chance of doing it better. it's ruth singing a song about a character who looks back on the mundane miseries of her lonely life and — at the last second — remembering who she used to be before the pain set in. it's ruth singing her version of cooler than i think i am and reflecting on how she is perceived and wondering what it takes to break away from it. it's ruth singing right after she says, "in my dreams, i'm the star of the show."

of all the losers that max jagerman victimizes, only ruth says who she'd like to become beyond that. where pete can't even admit to liking steph at gunpoint and richie doesn't ever get the chance to verbalize what he wants, ruth gets on the stage in the few minutes of break time and just for once, the spotlight is on her.

and the really crazy thing about just for once is — it has the "i'm not a loser" motif. possibly the most iconic and important motif of the whole musical, it's the motif that starts the opening number. and here it is, in the silly musical within a musical by the silly character who has — until this song — always served as comic relief.

in the climax of the song, just for once is no longer the song of a character from the barbecue monologues. it's ruth's. in those few seconds, it's her lamentation of the life that max jagerman forced on her.

but that's the thing about the "i'm not a loser" motif. the way it functions in the musical is as a harbinger for max's violence. the police at the beginning ask, "what the hell happened here?" and its the motif that answers. pete is the first character that sings the line and is immediately beaten up by max in the next scene. then richie sings it and max kills him in the same song. when ruth has the motif running as the crescendo to just for once, it sounds absolutely incredible... and it should come as no surprise when max appears shortly after.

(as a quick note: you can also hear the motif after max makes the car crash, then max appears two scenes later. you then hear the motif in the cooler than i think i am reprise and max also appears right after the song. it's like max is instantly summoned by any instance of the losers trying to shake off the role he placed on them — of trying to defy him.)

tl;dr: the inclusion of the "i'm not a loser" motif in just for once makes it the big lipped alligator moment that wasn't. like yeah, it accomplishes its goal in being the funny musical within a musical trope! the character acting makes it a funny song, and its a funny character performing it! but it also furthers our understanding of ruth AND of what the "i'm not a loser" really is: it's the characters trying to develop past being nerdy prudes and max doing everything in his power to prevent that.

and it does all that while being a banging musical tribute to stephen sondheim and, especially, his song the ladies who lunch. which in itself is a massive flex on jeff blim's part. what a brilliant song in a brilliant musical.

[watarfallar]

Does anyone here like this weird thing called "Desert Duo Incorrect Quotes?" No? Oh well. I'm running out so I'm giving as many as I can to you all. Enjoy it!

Scar: My hands are cold. Grian: Here, let me hold them. Scar: My lips are cold too. Grian: *covers Scar's mouth with their hand*

Grian: I want to kiss you. Scar, not paying attention: What? Grian: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Grian: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us. Scar: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

Scar, to Grian: We had a date! Scar: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

Scar: I warned you. Scar: I'm perfect.

Grian: Please, Scar, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this. Grian: I’m sorry Scar. Grian: I’m begging you. Don’t do it. Scar: It has to be done. Grian: Scar: Grian: Scar: *Places +4* Uno.

Scar: Are you packed for the trip? Grian: Yup. Scar: Then where are your bags? Grian: All I’m bringing is a good attitude and a sense of adventure. Scar: A change of underwear might be nice.

Grian: Just be careful, Scar! Scar: *heading out the door* I'm always careful, Grian! Scar: It's everything around me that's careless.

Grian: *Gives a bouquet to Scar* Scar: You know I'm allergic. Grian: That's the point.

Scar: Your future self is talking shit about you right now. Grian: Jokes on them. I'll ruin their fucking life.

Scar: Who the fuck- Grian: Language! Scar: Whom the fuck- Grian: No.

Scar: Ha! What are you gonna do? Stab me? *Five minutes later* Scar, calling 911: HELP, IVE BEEN STABBED.

Grian, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

Scar, handing a balloon to Grian: I have no soul. Have a good day! Grian, walking off: I don't have one either.

Scar: I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two people in my entire life: Grian and a guy in a dark club who I mistook for Grian.

Grian: I found a note in one of my old word .docs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Scar. Grian: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for. Grian: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it. Scar: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either. Grian: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though. Scar: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it. Grian: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

Grian: Oh, fiddlesticks. Scar: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

Grian: Heh, Scar sneezes like a girl. Scar: How about I pound you like boy? Scar: That didn’t come out right.

Grian: Consider the fundraising over! Your hero has arrived! Scar: Uhh… where did you get so much money from, Grian? Grian: Well, you know, I’m pretty good at numbers. I just crunched them, I stretched them, I analyzed my accounts, I timed the market- *police sirens start to wail in the background* Scar: DID YOU ROB A BANK?! Grian: Oh, come on, Scar, do you really think so little of me? *opens the bag as purple dye explodes on their face* Scar: Grian: …it was a credit union.

Scar, turning to Grian: Stop calling yourself hot, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave.

Grian: *trying to get five seconds of sleep* Scar, poking Grian’s arm: Grian Grian. Grian. Grian. Grian: WHAT? Scar: …We’re out of Capri Suns—

Grian: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird? Scar: Yes, and that’s coming from me.

Scar: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Grian? Grian: …Not really. Scar: Nothing? Grian: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

Scar: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Grian: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Scar: Th-that's not how that works-

Scar: Priest kink is definitely a thing and I am afflicted by it. Grian: Go to church. Grian: WAIT—

Scar: Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked? Grian: It’s just you.

[doverstar]

I'd love to defend Gilmore Girls: A Year In The Life for a minute (I don't usually make long posts and may delete this later for that reason) because I feel like writing something inconsequential.

Other people get lots of comfort watching the original show (especially in the fall). I feel cozier watching AYITL. The characters are much older; the dizzy, flighty, still-growing-up feelings for Lorelai and Rory have faded, and it's full of moments that make it clear that certain things in their lives are definitely always going to be there. Constants. Luke, Stars Hollow, family, Kirk, Taylor, the changing of the seasons. Now - for my defense. (I'm rambling.)

Okay, many, many people don't like the revival. I understand. It's different in a lot of ways from the original show, and lots of expectations were not met. When I first saw it, it threw me too. But I didn't dislike it. In fact, the more I rewatched it, the more I thought it was almost better than the first show. The leading ladies are not flashy young stars anymore - Rory is Lorelai's age when the OG show first began, and Lorelai is gracefully and fabulously careening toward grandma times with all her wit and charm, all her most comfy habits, and it makes me want to hang out with her more than Season 1 of the show ever did. And I think the fact that ASP came back to write for these characters again and end it on her terms, at last, was an absolute win, and I love how she did it because it fixed so many things I thought were wrong in the show.

Lorelai is self-centered, terrified of commitment, and has no idea how to put others before herself and not run away during the hard times - unless something involves Rory.

Rory is self-centered, thinks she is special, and has no idea how to deal with not getting what she wants. The consequences of her actions almost never directly affect her, and when they do, said consequences are quickly stamped on and snuffed out by her mother/friends/family.

Emily is self-centered, desperate to be in control, and finds her worth in what other people think, in how things look, and that includes what Richard thinks.

In the show, Lorelai has moments where she learns to stay and learns to put other people who are not Rory before herself. Those moments don't last. She definitely has good intentions, but they're all conditional. She only has good intentions up to a point - and that point is usually when someone or something threatens her happiness and feeling of safety, or Rory's happiness and feelings of safety (understandable; that's her child).

In the show, Rory is told she is the sweetest kid in the whole world. Rory is told she'd never do anything to hurt anybody. Rory is told she's special, she's smarter than her peers, she's not like other girls. Rory 100% believes that. She also probably has a bit of a problem with living up to that image - she wants to be all of those things, and thinks she is, and can't handle it when it seems like people think she's not. (That may or may not have something to do with Christopher, who always had somewhere more important to be, or with Lorelai, who was so cool and strong and sure of Rory.)

And the show has moments, too, where Lorelai has to face the music and see that she's screwed up or is hurting someone with her behavior (Max, Chris, Luke, Jason, Emily, Richard, Sookie), but very very often, Lorelai breezes her way through that music and keeps moving, and flits to the next thing or person that will make her happy, because she does not know how to stay and stand and fix what she's broken. Because it only matters if she is happy and if Rory is happy. (The same thing goes for Rory in the show - consequences come, but Rory rarely has to properly deal with them herself. She is coddled and propped up the whole way.)

Now, to my point!

I watched AYITL and noticed something was different right away. Lorelai is with Luke (she should be), who is the opposite of her - constant, loyal, selfless, determined to stay no matter how hard things get. But they're not married. Lorelai is scared to really commit, and marriage is one of the hardest things you can commit to - ever. And Lorelai is not happy. Rory, for her part, is not perfectly settled as a reporter or a journalist or any of the things she was always told she could be. And she's not happy. And Emily, bless her, has lost her husband and her false sense of control is spinning away, and of course, she is not happy.

And A Year In The Life takes the show's clumsy half-arc of these three Gilmore women and perfectly completes it.

Lorelai's fear of commitment and habit of bolting when things get hard drives her to push every new chef out of the Dragonfly, refuse to expand the inn to better accommodate Michel's needs, shun Rory's tell-all of her past mistakes, shame Richard at his funeral and break Emily's heart, and worst of all, nearly wreck the closest thing to a proper relationship she's ever had: the one she has with Luke. She can't face that she misses her father, loved her father, and that maybe her mother is right about her relationship status. She can't face that people might read Rory's writing and see all her flaws and all her mistakes growing up in printed ink, and she can't run from that. And when Rory insists, Lorelai cuts ties. Lorelai has spent years avoiding marriage with Luke. She has spent years hurting her mother in an effort to defend herself at all costs. And she has spent years ensuring the Dragonfly Inn is exactly what she wants it to be; because changing it would be uncomfortable, and as a result, she won't commit to a new chef, she won't expand, and she's about to lose Michel the way she lost Sookie.

Rory's bubble of self-centeredness and assurance that she's special is popped with the needle of reality at last: she is not special. She's a young woman who has to actually work hard to find a job and make some money, like everyone her age. She is talented and she is smart, but she's not God's gift to journalism, and people keep saying no, and people keep asking her to prove her skills and her merit, and she doesn't know how to deal with that because everyone has always told her she can do anything she wants and she's the best. She wants a distinguished career and can't find anyone who will take her on; she tries to write for a raging batty feminist (hello Alex Kingston I love your work) and that goes sideways; she wants Logan Huntzberger but she turned down his proposal and now he's engaged and it has to be a secret; she wants somewhere to live - just not Stars Hollow because she's better than the thirty-somethings stuck back home. She wants Lorelai to approve of her book and insists her mother give her this, as if Lorelai hasn't always given her whatever she could. And when Lorelai says no, Rory does what she wants anyway and almost fractures their relationship over it.

Emily's control is completely gone - she can't control her emotions, she can't control her tongue, she can't control her maid or her maid's handy family, she can't even control a stupid painting of her late husband. She's on a downward spiral and her anchor is dead. She tries to regain a sense of worth, because surely that will bring happiness back. She tries to gain it from how many possessions she has, that doesn't work. She tries to gain it from Jack, who is not well-suited to her but he makes a matching accessory to the life other people will see. That doesn’t work. She tries to gain it from therapy with Lorelai, control her daughter at last, that doesn't work. She tries to control Richard's headstone, that doesn't work. She even tries to find solace with her beloved D.A.R, and she finds that emptiest of all.

A Year In The Life has these women finally face their flaws head-on and grow. The way characters should.

Rory: Rory is confronted with the fact that she is not special and has to move home like everyone else her age and get a job she does not want, because that's life, and that's what everyone else has to do in the real world. And when she's at her lowest, pouting, she gets advice from someone who has faced his own flaws long ago and has grown and who knows her at her best, and encourages her to get up and work hard (Jess Mariano, ladies and gentlemen). And she does. Rory hits bottom and takes Jess's advice and works at understanding her mother, who is not perfect, and even goes to interview her father, who is also not perfect. She fights with Lorelai over the book and insists on her own way, and when Lorelai refuses, Rory can only blame herself. She has a rabble-rousing night with her LaDB boys and winds up sleeping with Logan in one more bubble of fantasy, one more umbrella-jump of escapism, like the old days, because Logan is her weakness. And when she wakes up the next morning, Rory turns and walks away from Logan and the affair and her insistence on having what she wants regardless of who she hurts (hello, Dean Forrester and her affinity for taking spoken-for men) for the final time. And the consequences of her desires? She’s pregnant. (Come on, we all know the baby is Logan’s; Rory’s life rhymes with Lorelai’s.) She goes to Christopher to interview him for the book and is subtly asking her father why he wasn’t in her life, because she needs to know what to do with her baby and her lover. She didn’t go to Lorelai to figure that out. She went to her dad, because the truth is, Rory didn’t have her father, and part of dealing with the consequences of her actions is to work out how to take care of this baby and whether or not that means involving the father. She’s owning up. She goes to Lorelai and offers to give up this book; she doesn’t make excuses or whine, she wrote the book anyway because she believes in it, but when she’s gotten three chapters in, she respectfully goes to her mother and asks her to read it and then, for the sake of Lorelai, not herself, Rory promises to quit and throw the book out if Lorelai does not approve. Because Lorelai is more important to her than herself. Rory has worked hard and made mistakes and gotten pregnant and she has stared the world in the eyes and seen she’s not special. And she has to deal with that. And she does, finally, deal with it. And she’s happy.

Emily: Emily is confronted with the fact that nothing is inside her control—except what she does. Worth does not come from what she owns or who she’s with or what she’s wearing, and it didn’t come from her marriage, either. That wasn’t why she married Richard anyway. She is miserable and alone, and part of that is her fault. She married Richard because she loved him, and she keeps coming back to Lorelai because she loves her, and she opens up her house to Rory when Rory needs a place to write because she loves her. Emily looks around at what she has and recognizes what has worth and what doesn’t, maybe for the first time, with clear vision. She recognizes that she can’t control everything. At first, that fact keeps her down. She forgets what day it is, the curtains are closed, and she doesn’t get up in the morning. No Richard, no Lorelai, no reason to move. And then Lorelai calls her, and tells her about who Richard was and what Richard did and how it mattered, and that inspires Emily. She can get up. She buys a place on Cape Cod, totally opposite of the sort of life everyone admires and expects to have worth, and she does what she’s really always been best at—she loves. She takes care. She took care of Richard, she took care of Lorelai and Rory when they needed it, and she takes care of Berta and her wonderful family, instead of having a maid take care of her needs. She packs up and moves out, she sends Jack away, she reveals the D.A.R. for what it is and quits them forever, and she takes a job at a whaling museum because she just likes it. It’s nothing fancy, and neither is her oceanic house or the music she plays in it or the clothing she wears, because none of that is worth anything anyway. Her family is. Her friends are. She gets the painting of Richard done right and brings it with her, and she gives up attempting control of everything and only takes control of how she behaves. She gives Lorelai what Lorelai needs for the Dragonfly, and her only stipulation is that she gets to spend more time with her daughter and Luke. She loves, she takes care of others, she helps. And she’s happy. And now, the best for last. The star.

Lorelai: Lorelai sits in that stupid Stars Hollow Musical and hears a song that perfectly describes her problem—it’s never or now. Make a commitment. Do something hard. Make your life about something other than your momentary present happiness and comfort, the way you do with just Rory, sometimes, but make it a permanent change. Make change permanent! Don’t run away! ���And then she runs away. She’s been miserable, she’s hit bottom, like her mother before her and her daughter after her. She’s losing friends, she’s losing Luke, she’s losing Emily, she’s losing Rory over the manuscript, and it’s all her fault. Lorelai tries to breeze past it. She does Wild. She does what she’s never done before, she does something hard and uncomfortable, but she does it for herself, and therefore it doesn’t quite work. She tries to hike, Dipper Pines won’t let her hike, she meets other women her age who think this hike is gonna fix things, it doesn’t, and she gives up and goes to get coffee because that’s her go-to. (Coffee is speedy, bad for you, and only a temporary rush—kind of everything Lorelai clings to, actually.) But the coffee shop is closed, and when Lorelai is denied that allegorical Band Aid, she goes around back and sees a great view and finally finds clarity. She didn’t need the hike—she needed to think. She needed a moment of silence and introspection to gain the insane courage to finally stop moving, stick around, and face her fears. To put her eyes on herself and then take her eyes off herself and onto other people—namely the people she loves. Lorelai calls Emily and cries, because it’s hard to do this, it hurts, but with one story, she proves she loved her father, and she knows her father loved her, and the fact that she’s calling shows that she knows Emily loves her too, and she loves Emily, and has loved them both all along. It gives Emily the strength she needs to get out of bed. That was hard, but Lorelai did it. And now she’s going to do more hard things—she’s going to commit. It’s never or now, and Lorelai chooses now. She goes home and the first thing she does is propose to Luke and become Lorelai Danes overnight. Hard. Scary. Just right. She patches things up with her daughter, and chooses Rory over herself—for the hundredth time, yes, but when it’s at its hardest for her to do. “I’ll read it when it’s done.” Lorelai expands the Dragonfly. She goes to Emily for help, which is also super hard, but this time it’s not for Rory – it’s for her, and it’s for Michel, and it’s for the Dragonfly. And she accepts Emily’s affectionate terms. Lorelai chooses Rory, Luke, Emily, and Michel over herself, and commits, and she doesn’t run away. And she’s happy.

And all of it is earned. Finally earned.

I could talk more about the incredible writing, about ASP at her best, about the perfect themes and scenery and the very intentional end to Paris, Lane, Kirk, Taylor, Dean, Jess, Logan, Chris, and the general cast’s stories, but I’ve already rambled for too long.

Suffice it to say: A Year in the Life is my Gilmore Girls. It’s best version of the story. I think it was expertly done. Not perfect, but an ending that was earned.

[finepotato]

"𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.." (Rodrick Heffley x Camboy!Male Reader) #1

𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘶…

(None of the pictures are mine and I don't take credit for them.)

"See you all next week..", you wave at the camera and switch off the stream. You sigh and change into more comfortable clothes. You lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone.

You had transfered to Crossland high school. And within a few weeks, you had instantly become quite popular,partly because of your flirtatious persona. With your cute face and feminine body, you were the perfect pretty boy at school. You stayed at a dorm for students. You were a clean and tidy person and managed things on your own. But rent along with groceries was not exactly cheap. So, you decided to do the most sensible thing; become a camboy.

It wasn't difficult either. Your face card was enough to bring in viewers fast. You were a bit nervous during the first stream but within the next few weeks, you became much more confident and a favourite too. With generous donations rolling in every stream, you were practically rolling in dough. It had been 3 months since you started. Nobody except your bestfriend, Carl, knew about it. And you planned to keep it that way.

It was Sunday and time for your stream. You did stream twice a week at 9pm. You switch on the website and see many people already waiting. Your set-up was nice. Light purple light flooded the room and the decoration was minimal. You adjust the camera and start streaming.

Axlace has started the stream.

"Hey, guess who's back..." You smile with a wave. "How was your day today?" You ask. Comments roll in as you read some of them.

girlyapa: It was kinda stressful today...

luckyduck567: Good. Also you look really cute today..

mr_mister: Just wanna let off some steam with you rn...

You smile. "Tiring day? I understand...it does become tough but you've just gotta keep going, right?", you speak thoughtfully. "Anyways, I got a new toy today.." You pull out a black prostate vibrator. "I found it online...you like it?" You ask.

yourgoodboi7: It's perfect...

calebrb: It's my fav color too :)

"I like it too..." You speak. You take off your shirt, the cold air hitting your lean and slightly toned body. You slide off your pants. Donations roll in as you rub yourself through your boxers. "So....any ideas?" The viewers go crazy. Some suggest you suck on it while some say you should put it in. You lick the vibrator before taking some of it in.

itsnotme27: Could you stroke yourself a bit?

"You want me to?" You lay on your bed and pull off the boxers. Your cock springs out. You stroke it gently at first, applying some lube on it. You palm yourself, tightening your fist at the bottom. You let out soft moans, feeling the prominent vein on your underside. You lie face down and lift your pale ass to the camera. "Should I put it in?" You ask, giving the camera a good view of your puckered hole.

hubnon03: God, you're such a slut..

notyoboi: Put it in, you know you want to...

You give the vibrator one final lick before putting it to your hole. You move to give a good view of your hole. You read the comments and see the donations. One catches your eye.

lodediper donated 100 moras

Lodediper? That sounded kinda familiar. You had heard that somewhere. But where? It's not like it mattered. You shake that thought and focus on the task in hand. You push the vibrator inside slowly, ragged breaths escaping your mouth. Donations were coming in fast. You start to move the vibrator, wet squelching sounds and your moans filling the room. You switch it on and a pleasurable current runs in you. Your back arches a bit and your eyes shut as you let out strangled moans. "Ah.....feels..good..." You try to look at the comments.

kikae: Don't cum yet...keep going and don't touch yourself..

You oblige. Your cock was painfully hard in a few minutes, precum leaking from it's angry, red tip. You let out a loud moan as the vibrator hits your prostate. You were close. "C-Can...I come? Please?" you speak, voice cracking and drool collecting at the side of your mouth.

As the commenters agree, you switch the vibrator on to the highest setting. You let out a loud whine. "M'gonna come.....gonna come..." Your back arches as you come, white ropes of cum spilling from your cock. Panting and covered in sweat, you move to the camera. "Was I a good boy?" You ask, your cheeks flushed and hair, messed up. You looked like heaven, with your beautiful green eyes, hooded as you pant.

jongtim80: You were the best boy...

You smile at the comment as you blow a kiss to the camera. "Thanks for all the love. See you next week.." You speak as you turn off the camera. You get up to go clean yourself. "I don't wanna cook.." You huff. "Meh, Doordash today, I guess..", You shrug and order yourself a meal for your hard work. You check the donations for the day. A grand total of $2879.

You smile, satisfied and go to take a bath. You eat some of the food, keep the rest in the fridge and quickly go to sleep. It was a school day tomorrow. You look at your ceiling, comtemplating about life and when you realized that you were getting nowhere, you pull the blanket above your head and settle in comfortably, your eyes heavy with sleep and soon, fall asleep.

You wake up on time the next morning (thank god) and rush to put on some clothes and grab your back, headphones and head out. Texting Carl on the way, you grab the bus to your school.

You: omw, wby?

Carl: i think im preg

You: are you high again?

Carl: .....no.....maybe...idk

You: did you take too much vervain?

Carl: how tf do you know?

You: lucky guess..idk..yo ass better be at school...

Carl: kys

You: m trying but m too hot

Carl: tf...that's true tho

You put your phone in your pocket as the bus reaches your stop. You get off and head to the school. As you enter, you see Carl running towards you. "What happened? All ok?" You whisper, looking concerned. "No, apparently some guy knows about you being a camboy." Carl huffs out. Your eyes widen. "Who?" "Me....." You turn around to see a boy, your age, with messy-ass hair, looking at you with a smirk. You turn to face him. "You are?"

"Rodrick.." he responds. "Shall we take this somewhere private?" he asks. You sigh. "Ok...". You two move to an empty corner. "What do you want?" You snap. "Chill, I'm not doing anything.." he responds with a smug smile. "I just want something as.....well.....payment." he states casually. "What kind of payment?" You ask. "Hmm....I don't know..what do I want?" His eyes light up. "Be my servant for a week." he says with a flourish. "Like hell, I'm not doing that." you speak angrily.

"It's that or I'm telling everyone..." he responds. You grit your teeth. Fucking asshole. You glare at him. "If I do that, you won't tell anyone?" you ask. "Not a word." he confirms. You sigh. "Fine but don't expect me to do any weird stuff..and if anyone gets to know,I'm gonna kick your ass..." you say. Rodrick chuckles. "Yeah, yeah..but you'll have to deal with it. Also, my class is the one at the corner. Meet me after school. See you later, loser.." He walks away, satisfied as you fume with anger.

"SeE yOu LaTEr, lOsEr..." you mimic him. "Fucking weirdo..." You murmur as you walk to class. The whole day, you remain sulking and rude. During lunch, you catch up with Carl and tell him. "He's a pervert..I'm calling the cops..." he states. "I can't do anything about it either.." You sigh. "I could get him kidnapped or some if you want." Carl suggests. "No, are you nuts?" you exclaim and take a deep breath. "I'll do it. It's not like I have a choice." Carl pats your shoulder. "If that fucker troubles you too much, just call or text me, ok?" You smile at him. "Thanks."

You wait for school to be over. As the bell rings, you walk to his class tentatively. You stand outside, leaning against the wall. As the students come out, you glance at them. Rodrick catches your eye and walks to you. "Hey.." he says smugly. "Shut up and get to the point." you speak. "Ooh, fiesty....anyways..since you're my servant, you'll do everything I want." "And how the fuck will I do that? Telepathy?" you respond sarcastically. "Here's my number, loser...no need to sweat it.." he says, rolling his eyes. You sigh. "Ok, can I go now?" Rodrick turns to you. "Who said you were going?" You look at him, confused. "You're coming home with me.." "What the fuck? Why?!" you look at him.

"I'm not gonna kill you, turd burglar..geez....I need you to finish my homework..." he says. You groan. "Can't I do it later?" "No, I need to hand it in tomorrow." "Asshole..." You murmur as you glare at him and you two walk to his place.

This is gonna be a long week, you think as Rodrick gets into his van, gesturing for you to sit on the seat beside him which looked like it would fall apart with one more move. You look at him incredulously. This was definitely gonna be a long week....

[blinkyblinding]

I don’t see a lot of Tenya Iida love?? idk we need more of it. Here’s some fluff.

I 100% believe Iida wouldn’t realize someone had a crush on him. Oblivious boy.

It’s not that he looks down on himself, but he has other thing to worry about. Class rep, his brother, living up to his title, etc…

So when one day you magically confess? oh boy does it take him a minute.

You and Iida went to the same middle school. However, you don’t have a rich family. You got in on a scholarship and had a sarcastic attitude. You and him barely interacted back then, often with conversations ending in a sarcastic remark on your part and a scoff of disapproval from him.

Once you met again at U.A. You became closer realizing you had a lot of the same passions and interest. Eventually becoming really close, you hung out everyday with Izuku, Ochaco, and him.

Ochaco knew about your crush on him and decided to do what every antagonizing best friend does. “If you don’t tell him, I will.” oh, and she WOULD.

You decide to fake it until you make it. You can do it. It’s just a crush, right?

You feign confidence right up until the moment you and him are alone. “What did you need to see me about?” He asked, blissfully unaware.

Your heart is pounding, your stomach is cramping, your lungs are contracting.. “I really like you, Iida. I don’t just mean as a friend either! I mean it in a romantic sense… too…” you trail off increasingly more embarrassed. You feel yourself cringe.

he stays silent.

“…if you don’t say anything, ill do unforgivable things”

he blinks himself out of his trance. “I… wasn’t expecting this.”

you wince slightly at his statement. “yeah… me either” you laugh slightly trying to ease the tension.

“May I have time to think about this?” he asked oh so politely. like always, a little prince when he wants to be.

“Yea, of course. Just… don’t avoid me completely, okay?” you confirm with a sad smile. If this was the end of your newly found friendship with him then so be it. you’d just have to find someway to torture Ochako.

It was awkward at first. He would talk to you but only really when other people were around or to fulfill his class rep duties.

Then eventually you guys would talk like normal. It continued on like that for a while. So much so, you almost forgot about the whole confession.

He didn’t.

Poor boy was restless. Running through every scenario. What could have possibly made you feel this way towards him? Why? When?

they all flooded his mind.

He normally frowned upon high school relationships. He considered them distractors. Upon his self reflection, however. He realized he hadn’t ever really found himself in a situation to experience one.

Now every-time he ran into you, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Eventually, you consumed his thoughts entirely. How was he supposed to live like this? He’d catch himself stealing glances at you whenever he could. Immediately scolding himself and then continuing to glance.

It became too much, he eventually found time to talk to you alone.

“So.. about us.” He spoke softly.

“So there’s an us?” you responded jokingly, trying to ease the tension. A trait of yours he found himself charmed by.

“I mean, about our relationship? You do understand what I am trying to say right?” He says struggling to find the words.

“Yes, go on.” you nodded, letting him say his piece.

“I don’t know how long you have felt this way about me… it’s been bothering me. Bothering me so much in fact, I find myself thinking of you all to often. In the most random of times. As if you take up a permanent residence in my thoughts. It’s irritating to say the least. However, because of this I have viewed you in a different light. I believe…” A breathe, to reassure himself.

“I feel the same way about you.” He concluded.

“oh” you said blankly.

“oh?” he asked anxiously. “what does that mean?”

“I.. I really thought you were going to let me down easy”

“did you want me to reject you?”

“Not at all”

“so then… will you let me be your boyfriend?”

“…”

“is this how you felt when i was silent?”

“yes”

“yes? yes you felt this way? or yes to me as your boyfriend?” he asked confused more and more.

“yes” you said with assertion and a smile.

your smile, he thought, was so gentle. he hadn’t seen this before. Actually, maybe he had. He just never looked hard enough. He understood what you meant, without you saying a word.

relief floods over him. “okay” he said calmly as his posture softened.

He was never going to glance at you again. Instead, he decided, when he looked at you, you would be his focal point.

[clemblog]

Caine’s Lesson - Part 3

•••

Pomni had slowly started to recognise her surroundings. If she had to guess, she’d say she was around twenty minutes away from the Candy Kingdom!

“H-Huh, guess I’m not so useless out here after all!” She hummed, quietly to herself with the ghost of a smile on her face. Everything was going pretty well, considering the circumstances in her opinion!

But then of course, because we love dramatic irony, it wasn’t.

Pomni heard a low growl. She spun around quickly to find what looked to be a mix between a gummy and chocolate wolf. Several of them, as a matter of fact! One thing she knew for sure, is that they didn’t look healthy… And they definitely weren’t pleased to see her walking around out in the open. It kind of reminded her of how Kaufmo had looked when he abstracted-

Just, uh, a lot stickier-

So, it looks like she’d be running now.

She wasn’t sure how many where behind her, but their was no way in [——] she was slowing down to have a look. Those things would bite and it would 100% hurt.

Just keep going Pomni.

Just keep going.

You’ve got this.

Just keep going.

If you don’t… it’s back to the circus.

Luckily, she could see the Candy Kingdom on the horizon. The gates were wide open, so she had a clear shot! Hopefully, someone would let her inside to hide from these weird… wolf type things. Hopefully.

The Candy Kingdom was deathly quiet. The crowds of adoring citizens were long gone. The hustle and bustle gone. Something was wrong. She skidded to a stop, turning to face the pack of wolves. The creatures followed suit, back to growling at her.

“I- Uh… Go! Go on! Get out of here!” Yelled Pomni, doing her best to sound intimidating.

A shadow loomed over her, causing the creatures to start to cower and back away with scared whimpers and whines.

Pomni really didn’t want to look behind her, but she had a hunch about who was behind her.

“MORE CANDY?!” Exclaimed the fudge monster, lunging for the pack of creatures.

Pomni squeaked at such, taking the opportunity to run and hide. The kingdom was in disrepair. The parts of candy mannequins lay around everywhere.

“Jax, you [——————]!” Hissed Pomni, diving into the rubble of a nearby cottage. It was better than nothing.

Unfortunately, she inadvertently clipped through the floor in the process. Luckily, there was no creepy asset room. Only a boarded up basement.

She groaned, rubbing her face as she sat up.

•

“Caine?! Caine? Where are you? Don’t you think Pomni should come back now? Caine?” Yelled Ragatha, pacing the main floor of the circus.

“Ughhh… Dollface, what part of their being no answer you not understand?” Snapped Jax, rolling his eyes. “You can’t make Caine bring her back. Besides, don’t you think the quiet is nice~?”

“No I don’t Jax! Because our friend is [———] god knows where! On her own! When she’s only been here for two days!”

The group went quiet.

“Wow, haven’t heard that kinda language from you in a long time Rags.” Grinned Jax.

“Oh, I’m gonna kill you-“ Seethed Ragatha.

“AARGH!” Exclaimed Kinger, managing to shut up the pair.

“Thank you Kinger.” Sighed Zooble.

“Why? What did I do?” He hummed, looking to them curiously.

She groaned, rubbing her forehead at this.

“Right- Ragatha, you’re not helping anyone by yelling at the AI who does as he pleases. Jax, stop being a [————] [——]. Ragatha is allowed to worry.” Spoke Zooble.

“Oh I’m hurt Zooby~ How could you say such a thing!”

“Don’t act like a [——] if you don’t want me to call you such.”

“Y-Yeah! Jax! Don’t be so cruel to Ragatha, she’s just being n-nice!!” Nodded Gangle.

Zooble gave her an approving smile at this, nudging her with what she assumed was her elbow in a playful manor. Gangle reciprocated said smile.

“That was pathetic.” Mused Jax.

“Oh, I’ll show you pathetic-“

Things were going wonderfully in the circus.

•

Pomni had only taken a few steps into the basement, glancing around at the boarded up room. There wasn’t much down here, but it was safe.

“A-Are you the hero our god sent to us?” Spoke a shy, familiar voice.

Pomni turned around and came face to with Princess Lou.

Her dress and crown were noticeably missing. She wore only her corset and her undergarment pants, alongside some boots Pomni assumed she had had under her dress. She looked exhausted.

“I-I don’t understand how you’d have found me otherwise- So… You’ve got to be the one.” She whispered, softly. “He sent us knights… a few weeks back, to deal with some bandits… But he must’ve misplaced his trust in them… They… let that thing into my kingdom… And. Everything. Is. Ruined.”

Pomni felt awful. So…

“Yes, I’m here to help. But your god didn’t send me. I came on my own accord. Because I want to help.”

“O-Oh! That’s wonderful! I’m so glad, you can call me Lou. …That thing outside is the fudge monster… He used to be one of my citizens… but I was naive. I let a monster into my kingdom walls. I turned a blind eye, I’d hoped he’d change, that one day I’d wake up and he’d stop eating people. But he never did. We managed to get him to leave the kingdom… And we would’ve been fine… Until those stupid knights…”

She paused, taking a deep breath.

“Sorry. Chocolate is just… everything awful in this world, everyone knows that. I don’t understand why one of those knights would give the key to the gates to him…”

‘Probably cause said knight is a [———] idiot.’ Thought Pomni, to herself. She looked back to Lou.

“That sounds a-awful. I’m so sorry… Can I ask… what makes chocolate so bad?”

“Y-You don’t know the story?” Gasped Lou. “Alright, listen here. It’s a long story but I’ll be quick.”

“A long time ago, in the beginning of everything our beloved god created Candy and it was perfect. However, with the creation of Candy, came Chocolate.

And it was everything Candy wasn’t. Hard. Bitter. Unforgiving. Violent.

My great great great grandfather, King Chews The Third spoke to god, on one lucky day. He asked for guidance, help. As a king he wanted to protect his kingdom, but as a Candy it was practically impossible to face the wrath of chocolate.

So they struck a deal, God would send us savours in our times of need and in return we would build our society surrounding him. We’d praise his name and devote everything to him. As centuries went by, with the help from our saviours who’d appear and disappear as time went on, we’d have a kingdom. A safe place. For all of the good Candy kind to thrive in.” She sighed, wistfully. “And then that brings us to now. Everything is ruined, because of some stupid, stupid knights. I should’ve never trusted them..”

Pomni hesitantly put a hand on Lou’s shoulder, standing on her tippy toes to do so.

“I’m so sorry Lou… I-I don’t blame you for trusting them! They’d been trustworthy all those centuries before! Why wouldn’t they be now? I-I’ll get you out of here.. Promise! T-Then we can start a new kingdom! One that’s self sufficient and isn’t reliant on any silly old god!”

Lou was quiet at this but nodded.

“He… has helped a lot… But.. his saviours tend to cause as many problems as they solve… So, I think I’d like to try something new! What’s your name, saviour?”

“Oh- Yeah! It’s Pomni… That’s the name the god gave me….”

“Huh. Well, Pomni is a lovely name, but if we’re pulling away from God… How about I give you a nickname?”

“O-Oh. I didn’t think about that- Only if you want too- I-I don’t mind going by Pomni-“

“How about Poms! Think about it: Poms, Saviour of Candy Kind!”

Pomni did her best not to snicker at this. Poms was a little silly but she liked it nonetheless.

“Sure, Poms it is Lou.”

Part 4

[xokohaneazusawa]

Hiii! I'm your new follower i love ur account😭😭 im sorry if my english is bad, english is my not main language😔

So, yesterday was my birthday and my friend forgot my birthday. He thought it was today!

Not only that, but another friend of mine forgot it and celebrated it today lmao💀

So I think you get the idea😔✌🏻

Can I ask for Bachira and Reo, who forget the reader's birthday and do not understand it no matter how much the reader tries to remind them? You can also add any other character you want. Your writings are very nice!

Also, if you're writing for Genshin, can Venti join in? he's so silly I love him🙁 And if you don't want to do it, that's okay! I'm crying from anxiety as I write this👺

Happy (late) birthday, Anon!! I'm so sorry about your friends, and lets hope they remember next year!!!!! Also so sorry Anon, but I don't actually write for Venti!! It's just that I don't know his personality very well and it would be so out of character!!

Bachira Meguru -> To be 100% honest, he does have a pretty decent reputation to fall asleep all over the goddamn place and at any time, so there is a chance that when you were telling him he was either A- falling asleep, or B - man was just not paying attention. -> Even if you tell him for weeks leading up to it, his brain probably only has the capacity to hold so much, and most of it is with football practice and things like that. -> Seems like the kinda to have to write things down to remember them, and write things on his hand but always ends up sweating it off because of lovely practice -> Though when he finally does write it down, of course it’s on the wrong day. -> Never actually gets to that day, because you finally confront him about it on your actual birthday, to which he doesn’t seem too bad about it. Only saying it was an accident even if you had told him so many times. -> Does actually start to feel bad when he sees that you're so upset about it, and goes to the store immediately after to get you a cake. One reason being that it’s a birthday cake, and the second for the fact he felt bad, and who doesn’t like cake when they feel bad? -> Will write it down afterwards and make sure he gets your birthday right every year from then on Reo Mikage -> Man is always pretty busy, I mean between having to be Nagi’s taxi, working on school, football, and his families company sometimes he mishears things -> This was probably just a misunderstanding writes it down on the wrong day, not actually meaning to do that to you -> Even if you remind him a bunch there is a chance that he’ll think about it for a minute but just thing that he misheard you (even though he only actually misheard you the first time) and never actually change it to the correct day -> Is actually really sweet when your birthday is coming up but when you finally get confused on why he didn’t do anything for your birthday on the actual day you were born you were most likely pretty confused, to which he was confused as well. He could have sworn you said the day after.. -> Though luckily for you, he normally gets express/first class shipping (to be rich and have good shipping, what a dream..) So he still had a gift and everything and he promises that he’ll change it on basically everything he has -> Makes sure to write it down on basically everything, so he never has to run into this problem again and makes sure he never makes you never have to go through somebody forgetting such a special day for you

[doubleslashkarma]

I've been having a lot of thoughts about Poafa recently, and I'm gonna try and condense it into something comprehensible so bear with me for a second.

Poafa is afraid of trust. He's said it many times, but on top of that, he's said that Zam is changing that. Why? Why is he so afraid of trusting people, and why is Zam's actions the singular thing that makes him reconsider his past several seasons of self-isolation?

Poafa has never had the privilege of being important. Which sounds really fucking mean but let me explain for a second. He doesn't get involved in most conflicts in a super meaningful way, and he's never the one leading the charge. And that's just because he doesn't log on as much, to be meta about it (but let's be real, we can't talk about Lifesteal without being meta). But what that means is that his deaths ultimately mean less than people who are more prominent to others on the server.

When Poafa is killed, it's never a dramatic moment where people are upset that he is the one that's dead. For a lot of Lifesteal, he's served as the stand-in for "innocent bystander" that people kill when they want to make a statement about something. People kill Poafa when they need a body on the floor to make a statement, not because Poafa himself, as a person, has actually done anything wrong. Either that, or as a free heart. People kill Poafa to affect others, he's a proxy. And no one has ever really... cared? People get upset about it, sure, but only because of the aforementioned "innocent bystander" position he fills. The last time I can think of where he participated in an actual team was S3, and he's already said he never felt like he fit in with Poggies. And then there was Cleanup Crew, but, well... I think everyone remembers him mostly because of the shitshow THERE. People still make Medusa jokes about him because that's the big thing he's really known for, and you know what role he filled there? Strawman. Fall guy. Never really part of the team, just there to distract everyone else from the real masterminds. The important people.

(And PLEASE understand when I say important it's not to like. Diminish any of the Lifestealers, it's just a shorthand for "more active, more likely to stand out due to their willingness to make big moves".)

And Zam is guilty of this! He killed Poafa during the S5 impeachment of MinuteTech to make a statement. To kill an innocent player, to mess with Minute. Hell, he originally said he was going after Spepticle! The target didn't even matter, but it was Poafa who paid the price for other people's conflicts, and fuck, man, I'd self isolate too! If I was only ever seen as a pawn to be used to fuck with other people, and nearly everyone on the server was guilty of either doing it or falling for it, I'd have a hard time trusting as well! In how many of these situations do we see people going after Poafa and making sure he's OK after? How many people offer to help him re-gear or give him a heart back? Everyone's too busy dealing with the threat that used him as a demonstration.

But then Wemmbu jumps Poafa and he calls Zam, the only other person online, for help. And he immediately starts kicking himself for it! He says that he needs to be self-reliant, because asking for help only ends with people wanting something from him in return. But Zam shows up and helps out and when he does it's for Poafa. "Stay away from my Poafa, Wemmbu." (CRAZY sentence but that's beside the point here). And Zam DOES stick his neck out and DOES go out of his way to tussle with Wemmbu, and even tells Poafa to just run. He puts himself between Poafa and danger, and he CARES about Poafa making it out. Because he's Poafa. Because he's been building and repairing spawn, and Zam noticed, and he CARES.

And then Poafa reaches out to Zam saying that Zam can rely on him, even if he doesn't feel 100% like he can rely on Zam just yet, but he's considering it. And then The Incident happens. And Poafa is killed twice, by Wemmbu, because he can. Because Poafa is free hearts. But Zam did try and stop them and he GIVES HIS OWN HEARTS TO POAFA as an apology for not being able to save him. And suddenly his life means something to someone. He's not another death message in chat, he's not "aw man, not Poafa! He hasn't done anything :(... oh well!" It's "fuck, Poafa, I'm so sorry, I should've been able to help you." And Poafa is like. Dude. It's OK! You don't have to protect me, I don't want to be someone you have to take care of. He says that this is the way it's always been, and he's right! This is average treatment of Poafa, right up until someone actually gives a shit besides "killing innocent player at spawn >:(".

And like. Holy shit dude I really hope they interact more and continue to team up, even though they stream at different hours. Because oh my god. They've both been burned pretty bad by The CycleTM but I feel like Zam is going insane without anyone to talk to about all the shit he's putting up with and Poafa could really use a relationship on the server where he feels like he actually matters. Can anyone hear me. Please don't let this story line die out i will cry

[lady-of-endless]

Helllloooo if requests are still open could I request reader taking care of RAMATTRA :3? There's alot of reader comfort out there but good gd this dude needs a nap.

Author's Note: Another request, I'm so happy! I agree with you 100%, let him get some rest. Thank you so much for requesting this ❤️ Hope you'll enjoy it

Taking care of Ramattra

Since he left the Shambali Monastery, Ramattra has become more of an overachiever. Humanity's continuous aggression towards omnics forced him to ignore his own needs just to work on plans, strategies, and new machines, all for a better future. He saw no problem with that but, he's not alone anymore, and you're worried for him.

When you propose taking a break for his own good, he simply replies with how he doesn't need it, changing the subject. Of course, he takes note of your worried expression from your face but does not want to bother explaining that you have no reason to be worried for him, at first.

"My system is running in optimal conditions. I do not require rest like humans do." He caved in and explained to you calmly, causing you to sigh in defeat. Even if you knew that it was true, it was his mind that needed rest more than his body. You understand that it will be complicated to get him to relax.

You noticed how he didn't even meditate the way he still used to even after leaving Shambali. It was a part of his routine but not anymore so it seemed. Instead of pointing it out, ask him if he can teach you how to do it. He will look at you over his shoulder in silence, pondering and analyzing your expression. It was his right to be suspicious as you never asked for this before. Right when you think he is going to refuse, the orb from his staff floats toward his right hand. "Follow me, and pay attention." He muttered. Somehow, this one trick to get him to rest went unnoticed.

Maybe you can try a straightforward approach as well. If he is working, walk to him, ask about what he's working on. As he talks, put a hand over his and gently pull him towards you by his hand. "And what is it you think you're doing?" He stops explaining and asks but still lets himself be guided by you. You tell him that you wish to read something to him and he refuses right away. This calls for desperate measures. "Just give it a chance. Like you did with me…" You say with a hopeful look in your eyes when looking at him. With that, consider it done. You knew that you got him with that one. "Fine, but it better not take long." He sighs in frustration as he lays down next to you.

In the first minutes, Ramattra just waits broodingly for this break to end. Gradually, as he listens to your voice and your breathing, he starts to lose track of time and forget about what he had to do later. He finds himself turning his body more towards yours, even maybe placing his head on your chest, hoping that you won't ask why.

That's the time he discovers another way of relaxing. It has even become his favorite. Laying his head on your chest, his sound sensor close to your heart. He is surprised by how pleasant the sound of it is. Listening to the steady beats makes him feel like every circuit from his body slows down and because he's alone with you, he allows it.

He cannot admit that he felt better afterward, but he surely won't let your thoughtful gesture pass without thanking you. "I am grateful for this moment of peace. Perhaps I can…find some time to repeat this in the days to come."

Even so, there's a long way to go if you expect him to take a break freely on his own. You will still have to keep an eye on him.

When he needed to think something over or find a solution to a problem, he usually traveled to Shambali where he watched the monastery alone, from afar. There is something in the scenery that brings him calmness every time. Plan a little trip to Shambali for him. Tell him that you need to go there for something and you need him to guide you. When his steps bring you two to his favorite spot, just stay silent and let him have a moment of peace. Watch how his shoulders drop and how his breathing becomes more deeply. He might remain silent or open up to you. If the latter happens, it usually leads to a deep conversation, and for him, this also counts as a way to relax.

[fanatic-writers]

Dinner Dates

Part two to Lunch "Dates" A/n: I'm getting back in the swing of things, let me know if you guys want more of this. I was thinking on writing some other fics in the same universe but they might not 100% connect. This one does require reading the first part though! -G

Word Count: 2090

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Warnings: Unedited cause I'm lazy

Summary: You work as a conservator at the museum Steven works at, regularly sneaking him in on your shared lunch breaks so he can see the artifacts he’s so fond of and occasionally get his help on things (even if you still have to call in a “professional”). But what happens when Steven gets fired and then goes missing? Who’s supposed to accompany you on your lunches? And why do you miss him so damn much?

You were deep in your thoughts at work, carefully removing a layer of dirt and dust from the same papyrus you’d shown Steven weeks ago. You sighed as you dabbed the sponge delicately into the paper-like substance before a tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. You pulled the earbud out of your ear before turning to see your supervisor. “You’ve got a call.” She spoke before walking to the office, waiting for you to follow.

You set your supplies to the side and moved to the office; your supervisor handed you her phone before leaving the room. You looked at her confused before saying a hello into the receiver. “Please don’t hang up.” Steven. You frowned as you slumped in your chair “I promise I have a good explanation. Well, at least a decent one.” He continued.

You happily walked out the door to the museum, trying not to show just how giddy you were to meet Steven for dinner. You looked around the staircase and the surrounding area, not spotting him. He was probably just running late, maybe he missed the bus. You sat down on the stairs, fiddling with your fingers to try and distract yourself. Time seemed to drag and you ended up pulling out your phone, trying to distract yourself. You scrolled through your phone and minutes had turned to hours. You began to grow worried that something had happened to him. You two got along well enough that you didn’t think he wouldn’t want to see you. Eventually, you gave up and went home, trying to convince yourself that Steven had never shown his face at the museum in the first place.

“I haven’t heard from you in two weeks. You show up to the museum, ask me out, and then ditch me and now, two weeks later, you have an explanation?” You huffed into the phone “Do you understand how worried I was about you? I thought you died or something.” “I know, I know but I promise I’ll explain it to you.” Steven paused “Maybe over dinner?” “No,” you said flatly “No if this is important then you will get your ass to the museum, and you’re going to sit and wait out there until I’m on lunch. And then you’re going to take me to that restaurant that I like and then maybe, maybe, I will let you take me to dinner.” You weren’t usually so demanding but something about the circumstances seemed to demand it. Plus lunch was only in fifteen minutes and if you had to think about another possible date with Steven all day you’d simply explode.

As promised Steven was outside the door of the museum at precisely 12:30 to take you to lunch. You had to fight the smile that came to your face, still wanting to be mad at him. “You are so damn lucky Steven Gant.” You sighed as you both walked down the stairs. “Yeah, yeah I know.” He rubbed the back of his neck, not really sure how to broach the subject. “Just tell her. She already let you have a do-over.” Marc’s voice rang through Steven’s head causing him to groan softly but you missed it. “You know I almost stood you up.” You mumbled as you pulled the door to the nearby café open. “But free food won out.” “Well, I’m grateful for that,” Steven spoke after a beat of silence. You both ordered at the counter before finding a seat, Steven led you both to a place further away from the lunch crowd. “I just- I want you to know it was never my plan to not show up.” He looked down at the table, eyeing the spoon on the table more than you. “I have this thing, well it's not actually a thing, thing, well it is but it's got a name so it's not like some random thi-“ “Steven.” You cut him off “If you keep rambling, we’re not going to get anywhere in the 20 minutes I have to eat.” You gave him a soft smile, leaning onto the table a bit. “I’m here to listen to you, even if I am still a bit upset.”

Marc stayed silent, letting Steven listen to your little pep talk “She seems understanding enough, I don’t see why you’re so nervous.” Steven glared at his reflection in the spoon as if they hadn’t had this conversation a million times in the last week. “You never told Layla.” He mumbled under his breath “Layla?” You asked, sitting up a bit “Who’s Layla?” Shit. “Layla is kinda my ex-wife?” Steven hesitated, watching as your eyes grew wide. “You were married?” “NO!” Steven groaned, why did this have to be so complicated. “No, but technically yes but also technically no.” He took a breath “I have dissociative identity disorder, simply put there’s another man in my head. His name is Marc, and he was married to Layla.” “And is Marc or Layla one of the reasons you stood me up?” You raised a brow “No, we don’t know who did that. Marc was the one who wanted me to ask you out. We went back to the apartment and then woke up a week later. He’s spent the last week pestering me to go find you so I could explain things.” Steven sighed.

You spent the rest of your lunch talking about where Steven had been after the bathroom incident. He told you about Egypt, about Khonsu, about Layla and how much Marc messed up on that front. You couldn’t help but laugh at that, but you were a bit jealous. Layla seemed like an amazing woman, one you doubted you could ever compare to since the furthest you’d been from home was to get the job you had now. Even then you never really left the London area. You glanced at your watch and frowned slightly. “Dinner, tonight, your place, I’ll meet you there.” You smiled “I can’t really cook…” Steven mumbled “We can get Chinese; I’ll bring it over under one condition.” You spoke as you stood up, the both of you walking towards the door. “I want to meet Marc.” Steven chuckled lightly “I’ll see what I can do.”

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You arrived at the apartment building, taking it in while taking a breath. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous. Maybe it was the prospect of being in the boys’ personal space or maybe it was the fact that there were boys, plural now, that you felt you had to impress. You doubted Marc's opinion meant much to Steven but you did know that if he didn’t like you he could make you seeing Steven damn near impossible. You pushed past the broom salesman at the door and pushed the button for Steven’s apartment. After he buzzed you in you made your way up to his apartment, taking another deep breath before you knocked on the door. The door swung open after a moment and you were greeted by Steven. Something was off though, some uncanny valley feeling hitting you as you noticed the small differences, the slicked-back hair paired with an unpatterned black button-up. “I’m Marc,” He broke the silence as if he could read your mind. You figured the confusion was written on your face. “Steven thought we could talk first.” You gave him your name and held up the food you’d brought. “Hope you both like the same food.” Marc gave a small shrug but didn’t complain. He was as respectful of Steven’s diet as he could be considering they shared the same body but that didn’t mean he’d say no to meat if it was offered. “I’ll make do.” He smiled softly at you before stepping aside to let you in.

The apartment looked more like Steven’s than the put-together man in front of you. The cluttered apartment was stacked with books and a few take-out containers still littered around despite the obvious efforts to clean the place up. Your eyes landed on a messy desk in the corner, remembering the few lessons Steven had tried to give you on hieroglyphics. You slipped off your shoes and made your way over to the couch, trying not to feel so awkward in your own skin as you sat down. You busied your hands by getting the food out for the both of you on a nearby coffee table. Once everything was ready you slipped onto the floor so you could eat. “So if you’re not the reason why Steven missed our date then who is?” You asked, eyeing the man who moved to sit across from you. “Small talk isn’t a strong suit is it?” Marc chuckled lightly, not minding if you wanted to get straight to business. “In all honesty, we don’t know. Steven knows even less than I do.” “Is he here now or?” You trailed off, not really sure how everything worked between them. Marc shook his head “Steven? No, he wanted to give us some space.” You just nodded, taking a bite of your food. Marc didn’t seem all too eager to continue the conversation but he didn’t seem to hate you. You’d take that. “So you don’t mind him dating someone even though… y’know…” “Just because I’m fine with being alone doesn’t mean Steven deserves to be” Marc stated, not even looking up from his food to make eye contact. You stayed quiet and that was all the conversation that was really had over dinner. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, it felt more natural than anything. You were used to more chatty lunches with Steven but you didn’t mind the quiet that Marc brought. As you both finished up Marc grabbed the empty containers and move them to the kitchen. You moved back up to the couch, fidgeting with your fingers once more since you didn’t have anything in front of you to distract you.

“Marc and his bloody hair gel.” You heard come from the kitchen, glancing over you spotted Steven trying to loosen his tidied-up curls that Marc had left with him. You couldn’t help the small giggle that left your lips “You know I don’t care about your hair right?” “I do,” He mumbled as you beaconed him over. He moved to sit next to you and your fingers moved to pull some curls down from their place. Steven smiled softly at you relaxing a bit as you pulled away from him. “Better?” You asked as you settled into the couch, a bit less anxious now that Steven was back. It was a bit odd seeing someone you knew act so different, even sound different. He nodded in response “So you and Marc?” You smiled “I think we could be friends. I dunno if he thinks that but I don’t hate him,” you paused, smirking “yet.” Steven smiled back, happy the two of you seemed to get on. “And you’re not mad at me.” “Steven you are aware it is damn near impossible for me to be mad at you right?” You nudged him lightly “So I guess I could ask you on another date then?” He asked, looking from his lap up to you and then back to his lap. “Why don’t we finish this one first yeah?” You smiled at him “We’ve got all night and I’ve got tomorrow off. We could watch a movie?” “All I’ve got are old documentaries on Ancient Egypt.” He spoke a bit hesitant, not being he didn’t want to be around you but because he was worried you would want to watch something a bit more exciting. “You say that like I don’t clean paper for a living.” You chuckled lightly “I’d be more than happy to watch an old documentary with you.”

Steven hopped off the couch while you got settled a bit more, popping one of his favorite documentaries in before finding a blanket and tossing it to you. He then took his spot on the couch beside you, watching you more than the movie. You were just as enthralled with the documentary as Steven had been. You even paused the film a few times to listen to Steven discuss things they mentioned. You seemed to be inching closer to him, but he couldn’t quite tell until your head rested on his shoulder. Steven stiffened a bit, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. This was the start of something good, he was sure of it.

[trashnotfound]

Time for my usual run down of the season , didn’t do it how I usually do because honestly I had not very nice things to say about the first 5 episodes 💀

Dr s2 pt2 spoielrs ahead

- jay? Jay!?! JAY!? Hello what was THAT- IT Was a COP out honestly, all the hype and build up for a shit ass reveal and a boring fight between him and nya, only for him to LEAVE 5 minutes later. I wanted more of him being evil, it was so rushed and just usless. Like they could have just made nya find him or something, he didn’t have to be evil, Because they did literally NOTHING with it. I know they probably realise they need a whole season to build up to jay but maybe if they didn’t focus on Lloyd all the time they could??

-It was nice to see some old characters again, like tox and Mr pale! Finally some old rep 😭 I just wish they we’re actually utilised properly. I didn’t want just cameos I wanted actual character arcs or something. I know I’m asking for a lot and “should be greatful to even get to see them” but s4 showed all the old elemental master so well, and they all at least got a little moment to shine even if just for one fight, then they added to that with season 9. It just felt like a *here’s your old characters now shut up*

-People may think I’m being too picky with this, but the random panning to Geo and other characters with jayas fight TOOK ME OUT!? Like we just had this super emotional revels and now jay and nya gotta fight, oh okay we’re just gonna show a purple goblin mid scene ?? Like it just took me out the moment and was also so random. Like he doesn’t even know nya that well, why are we seeing his reaction more then the ninjas. Same for the audience. Like they don’t know these people WHY ARE THEY HERE

- wyldfyre and Roby! What can’t I say about them. Saved the season for me honestly. I like how wyldfyre actually got a break this season and got to be goofy and silly. We really saw more of her personality shine! Her being the comic relief was really refreshing to see. Plus her and Roby instantly hitting it off, just like Kailor did was such a cute nod to them. The fact that their just so sweet and full of puppy love, they couldn’t be more different then eachother but that isn’t mentioned ONCE (I like that) wyldfyre takes on all of Roby words, and him roaring for her to show he loves her too. I just adore how they take on eachother characteristics and embrace how their different. Plus the blatant flirting 😭🤚🏻 made giggle

- ERIN LOW KEY TURNING EVIL HELLO!? I was kinda expecting someone to turn on the ninja, honestly shocked it was Erin. Him and sora fighting broke my heart :( I can 100% understand his point of view, it’s been over a year since he met Lloyd and he’s still no closer to his parents. It does suck and I wish it was prioritised too, but Lloyd can’t help that all the danger they have been facing is world ending. Someone just needs to give him and hug. But I also think he needs to learn he can’t have everything in life. He wanted to be a ninja and he got that! I know he lots his parents but so did sora. I just think he needs a good hug and some support

- cole and zane we so pushed aside this season. I know they aren’t the main focus anymore, but for cole especially just doesn’t feel like a character anymore? He hasn’t since 13 honestly. I don’t think it helps that I’m still getting used to Andrew voicing him ( no fault of his own the writers won’t give him enough material to work with) so it genuinely feels like a new character to me. Plus his lack of interest in the ninja. Zane could have been used so much this season to analyse their opponents and help train sora, but they just cast him aside. Like hello he had an entire episode DEDICATED TO HIM BEING A DETECTIVE? Why didn’t they let him help Erin figure out the murders ( yes it was to do those flashbacks of his parents but that didn’t really add much)

- Kai coming back was so underwhelming, I honestly would have liked if they waited till next season to do that. We didn’t get a proper reunion of him and wyldfyre or nya :(

- ep 11-20 did not feel like a part 2, they felt like an entire different season. The separate parts really don’t merge well on my opinion. We’re following 2 completely different story lines and fighting 2 different villains. Their isn’t really an over arching storyline aside from Ras and his gang. Who don’t even turn out to be the main villains 💀 this part just felt like a re do of seaosn 4 but a lot more boring. I really couldn’t get into the story until at least episode 5. It was just way to repetitive with no real danger being shown.

I think that’s everything I wanna talk about for now, there’s others but they more small critiques or details I liked. Not my favourite season ( you can probably tell lol) definitely the worst of all 4 parts so far in my opinion. But I’m hoping season 3 is better since we hopefully have an actual evil ninja ( Erin) and jaya to look forward too

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello I was wondering if you’d be able to write a Ranboo x Gender neutral reader that’s struggling with self harm/depression (only if you’re comfortable with writing something like this, I’d not I completely understand) :)

hi!! thank you for the request! ; and I'm totally okay with writing this, considering I'm fully healed from my very depressive middle school state and the only things bothering me haven't hurt me that much in a long time 🫶 I hope that you're doing okay anon 🫶🫶🫶

RANBOO ; it's okay to not be okay

summary ; ranboo does his best to help you while you struggle with depression

warnings ; language, talk of self harm & depression, talk about relapsing, mentions of ED

genre ; angst/fluff

word count ; 627

masterlist

he'd known for a while that you were struggling and even suggested taking a break/breaking up if you needed it as to not overwhelm you with managing a relationship

obviously you didn't want too

but that came with a negotiation that he was going to genuinely help you no matter what

literally came over after a stream, like 9pmish and went straight to your bathroom

they got a little trash bag and threw out all the razor blades in your house, like looked everywhere, tore the whole place up to even get secret stashes

you followed and watched them do this, fearing they'd yell at you afterwards because they were totally silent while doing so

they also stashed the knives in a drawer with a child lock which you genuinely couldn't open, using the smart logic to use a butter knife if you needed to cut something up

if you were making food and needed to cut up meat, call him and he'd open it for you, considering you lived like 5 minutes away from each other

after he threw all the razors and pencil sharpeners and anything you didn't need that could hurt you away, he sits you down on the couch

you have a long talk about how you need to stop hurting yourself and you talk about safe self harm

from coloring on your body, listening to music really loudly, experiment with guided imagery, holding ice, punching a pillow/cushion instead of yourself, eating sour/spicy candy, etc

they're just trying to give you safe alternatives to substitute the actual harming tactics because they know you won't be able to quit immediately

every week you have a long talk about your feelings, how you're doing, etc so ranboo can determine how to help you/get an idea of how you've been doing

you talk to him frequently that you're worried about relapsing and hurting yourself somehow, from cutting to slapping or punching yourself

if you run to him thinking you're gonna hurt yourself, he wraps you in a hug and doesn't let you go until you feel more calm

frequently sends you texts to uplift you a bit and make you smile

sometimes you'll just have tight hugs on the couch where he just talks to you to get your mind off of everything and make you a little happy and joke around

usually takes you on long walks to clear your head if you express being stressed or very upset about something

he gets you on a nice healthy diet and helps you not under/overeat and possibly give yourself an ed

also helps you get into a routine to feel more clean and organized

refers you to therapy and towards yoga/working out

they'll happily do yoga or work out with you, 100%

anytime you smile, he just looks at you with like love in his eyes because he's clearly doing something right

loves taking you out into nature to listen to the birds singing and smell the fresh air, he can tell it does wonders for you

loves bird watching with you too

he'll find a show with like 7+ seasons for you to watch together so you can get interested/fixated on something and think about that more then your fear of hurting yourself or relapsing

in general they'll do whatever it is to help you cope, knowing they can't magically make you feel any better

so supportive as well

when you reach sobriety milestones (a month, two months, three months, six months, a year etc) he throws a little party

over time all your friends get more and more proud of you and show that well

ran however is definitely the most proud, seeing as you'd found a way to overcome the pain that tormented you