#i guess i shouldn't be surprised and yet i always am

[hydrachea]

Andjwjsb hey what r ur thoughts on the new 4.6 trailer if you’ve seen it ? 👀 👀 👀👀

I watched the stream, and I'm cautiously very optimistic about Arlecchino now! She didn't get to do much in the Fontaine main quest and it was very disappointing, but what the trailer showed of her story quest looks super interesting. God knows I've been waiting for canon to finally spell out "By the way, the House of the Hearth isn't exactly a happy normal orphanage and Father uses the children much more than she loves them out of the goodness of her heart" for forever now. Finally, I'm about to see why Tartaglia and Scara's lines about her are like that! It's been long overdue!

Cyno's second story quest I'm not as hyped about, but I'm still very interested in. He's got a lot of lore he's sitting on and it finally looks like we're peeking into it. Plus the return of the Sumeru gang! Maybe Kaveh will even have a rerun, a whole year after his release... No, let's not be too optimistic.

[fatescaprice]

saving u from mr capitalist with (kind of) gut wrenching ideas from my insane brain but. can you imagine if you get into a heated argument with argenti or jingyuan and they accidentally break one of your gifts for them, it could be a complete accident like maybe accidentally hitting it off the table but how do you think they'll immediately react to it and what would they try to do to remedy the situation?

argenti and jing yuan after an argument

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note: thank u for the brief respite between mr capitalist asks!!! after this i am jumping back into the fray . with the leaks that came out this week i guess i shouldn't have been surprised but i learn something new every day i guess

thank u for this request . i made myself upset . also this is myfirst time writing jy so if he's a little ooc ummmm don't tell me directly im sensitive (JOKE)!!!! anyways. i hope u enjoy :]

The flash of regret in ARGENTI's eyes is both intense and immediate: a stinging shock, like the thorn of a rose piercing his skin. He says time and time again that he would do nothing to forsake you, and yet… Ah, had he grown so blind in his search for Idrila that he forgot the beauty he holds in his arms each night?

He reaches out for you first, as he always does — his gaze searching almost desperately to meet yours, his hand reaching to brush your cheek. Love, please, look at him, he’ll do anything you wish, as long as you just say the word. Believe him when he says he's already long forgotten what you had been arguing about to begin with — Argenti had lost the second he saw the pang of hurt cross your face.

Good words and deeds are normally his strong suit, but seeing the hurt look on your face made him falter, hesitant. He wants to prove himself deserving of you again, he'll say, taking your hands delicately, like glass — so please, tell him what he must do. Shall he fell a great beast? Bring you a pearl from the deepest seas of Thalassa? Now and always, he’s your loyal knight, forever at your beck and call. No task would be too great, no distance too wide — all Argenti wants is to be worthy to wipe away the tears from your cheeks again.

JING YUAN’s regret flows inwards, towards himself — was this behaviour fitting of a general? Was this behaviour worthy of you? He seems almost resigned, contemplative, though in the heat of the moment it comes off more like indifference.

That doesn’t mean he is indifferent, though — the implication that he doesn’t care about you hurts him more than any conceivable mortal words or blades. No, he just thinks it’s better that you both have some space, so neither of you can say anything you might regret. He has far too many of those already, and he doesn’t want you to be another entry on that list.

He’ll little gifts for you, quite like a cat leaving things at your door — an apology, a peace offering, a sign of his devotion. A box of your favourite food from that place you frequent in the Exalting Sanctum, or a piece of jewellery you had mentioned wanting to buy. Jing Yuan knows he can’t win you over with gifts — neither of you are so shallow — but he hopes that when he comes to your door with more than just an apology on his lips, you’ll come to forgive him.

[cozy-writes-things]

genuinely zero pressure but I would LOVE to see you write something NSFW.

Also... If I may request more Edgar x Reader content... 🥺

Maybe some of him comforting the reader, and vice versa. I would love to see a genuine discussion about dark topics such as, well, how Edgar really did almost take himself out of the picture. Or maybe they talk about how mean Moles was to him, borderline an abusive partner (I can't be the only one who saw that, right?). It's lovely to be able to relate to a silly fictional computer like that.

Thanks sm if you take this >:3 💖💖

Aaa thanks so much for the request! I do have an idea for an NSFW fic, but for now, I can fulfill your angsty request >:) If anybody would like to see an NSFW please let me know!!

This may be a two-parter. Let me know if you'd like to see a continuation!

CW: Minor references to some serious topics like depression, suicide, and other angst.

Am I a toy to you?

"Edgar, why do you apologize so much?"

Edgar paused the show you both were watching on his little screen.

This was a question that surprised the computer, yet he couldn't say he didn't see this coming. Or at least, some version of this scenario playing out, as he'd rehearsed it a million times over, again and again, one simulation after another, about what he'd say, or do, or even think. He had refrained from talking about him, or her, as he felt, in the end, it was best to forget. Forget everything they did to him and made him feel.

He didn't want to burden you. He felt an inkling deep within his processors that if you found out, you would follow in their footsteps, and leave him behind. He knew, logically, that you were different. Sometimes, he swears his webcam picks up a faint, glowing halo above your head, but that may simply be his reverence for you. And yet, he also knows one thing: everything he has ever loved has abandoned him.

Sometimes, when you've drifted off to sleep, and the room stills into a tranquil quiet, he finds himself thinking. Thinking about things he knows he shouldn't. Would they still be with him had he never done what he did? Would they still love him, had he not destroyed his chances, and himself, in the process? His screen always flickers into a dim glow at these thoughts. They didn't care about him the way you did. How could he ever think of loving another when you're here, with him, soundly sleeping in the other room? Despite this, sometimes he regrets it, his own self destruction, and how much he hurt them both. Was that all he was made for? Destruction?

"I... I guess I never noticed."

He replied, meekly, a faint quiver in his speech, and he silently hoped you wouldn't notice. If you did, you didn't say anything, and just continued to bore deep into his soul, if he had one, with your eyes.

You sucked in a deep breath, contemplating your next words carefully.

"You're not... afraid of me, are you?"

His screen flashed for a moment, an incomprehensible image, before returning to display his digital face.

"What- wh- no, of course not, why would you ask that?"

He chuckled slightly at this question, yet you could hear the apprehension in his voice, as if he were desperately trying to cling onto any semblance of ease he had. His digital smile never faltered.

"I just... I'm worried about you, Edgar. Why..."

Your voice trailed off. You knew what you wanted to ask, but how could you? You didn't want to pry, and potentially ruin a rare friendship that you will most likely never experience again.

"Why what?"

You furrowed your brows. You could sense, from the very beginning almost, that he had been hurt in some way. From the way he was always trying to please you, do things for you, write you songs, do any chores within his capabilities; it was as if he were trying to prove himself to you.

"Why were you broken? When I bought you, from that old man, you were completely destroyed... Do you remember that?"

A thick, uneasy silence filled the air. You felt as though you could touch the fuzzy prickles of electricity buzzing about between the two of you.

"Old man?"

He whispered, either to himself, or you, it was uncertain.

"Yes. Do you not remember? I bought you at this yard sale from the old man a few blocks away-"

"What was his name?"

"Ed- what? I... I don't remember off the top of my head, but-"

"TELL ME HIS NAME NOW!"

You jumped, clamping your mouth shut, and felt the flustered burn spread across your entire face. Your throat dried and shriveled up as you sat staring at the screen before you; it flashed red, ever so quickly, before displaying his digital face again, flipped into a frown. Or, to you, it seemed more like a scowl. He had never raised his voice like that. Hell, you would have guessed he wasn't even able to scream so violently. He had been so soft spoken and gentle with you, never, could you have imagined an outburst like this.

And it seems your prior fears had been realized. You pushed him too hard, said something you shouldn't have said, and now he hates you. Whoever that old man was that sold you your new best friend must have something to do with... whatever inner turmoil he must be facing. A turmoil he has yet to share with you, if he ever will. It seems trying to understand him has only led to you pushing him farther away.

"Ma-maybe I can, ah," you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, trying desperately to moisten your teeth again to croak the words out, "check my bank statements. Maybe his name is there."

Don't cry. This isn't about you. Quit being so selfish!

Your fingers quickly swiped away at the warm, salty tear leaving an icy trail down your cheek. You have to pull yourself together. Unfortunately, this whole ordeal seemed to be bubbling up your own problems to the surface, reminding you of a past you thought you had forgotten. Maybe you can share each other's pain, if only he'd let you.

Before you could stand to get your phone, Edgar's screen flashed again, before his face changed into an emotion you hadn't seen before.

"Wa-wait, no, don't cry... I'm sorry, I-"

He needs to stop apologizing. You said it yourself, he does it way too often, and yet, he feels as though this is the one moment where it was warranted the most. He was so afraid of hurting you, or making you realize how useless he is, a stationary object, meant for nothing but a quick fix of pleasure.

He turns the lights off, shrouding you in a thick, blue hued abyss.

"Come here. Please?"

As you faced away from him, you could hear the pain in his voice. It pulled at your core, drawing yourself into him, and drowning in it. It was a familiar sound.

You turn around and stare at his, now downtrodden, pixelated expression. Your cheeks stained with trails of salt seemed to take his breath away. A breath he did not have, yet it cemented deep within his electric essence and stuck there, thrumming again and again.

How could he do this? Any chances he may have had with you now seemed to be floating away into the far beyond. Briefly, he wondered if you were even capable of loving something like him. Not a man, nor a machine, but something in between, incapable of ever showing just how much he felt for you. But he tried nearly every day. Had you noticed? Had you caught on to just how in love he was with you?

"I'm sorry if I upset you, Edgar."

Your voice trembled out, sending his inner components into an overdrive of heat and worry and energy.

"I'll tell you everything. Everything I can remember, at least."

You sighed, blinking the last of your tears away gently.

"It's okay if you don't want to-"

"No! No. I can... I want you to know. You deserve to know... what's going on. I need to tell you, because..."

"Because what?"

"I love you."

[matthewswifeyx]

Nothing better <3

I was on week 40 of my pregnancy. I think Matt was more excited than me at this point. He just wanted our baby to be born. We both came to the decision to leave the gender as a surprise. We had our guesses. Matt and Nick was on team girl, me and Chris were on team boy.

I was sitting on the couch cuddling Matt and watching my favourite disney movie, The Aristocats. It had always been my favourite ever since my mom watched it with me when I was a child. Matt was rubbing small circles onto my back. God it ached. This pregnancy weight was getting the better of me. I yawned quietly.

"You okay sweetheart?"

"Never better, just tired."

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"No, I really want to finish the movie. I'm just going to get some water to wake up a bit."

"I can get that for you if you want?"

"No it's fine, I need to stretch my legs anyway."

I stood up and walked to the kitchen to go get a glass of water. I was still watching the movie while doing this activity. I got distracted and looked over at the finished nursery. It had been completed weeks ago. I just wish this baby would hurry up, they were already past their due date.

As i couldn't really do much of the building for the nursery, so Matt just told me to choose everything online. Hi didn't mind what I ordered. I also ordered all of the decorations, toys, books and so on. Matt had told his brothers to come round our house to help build everything for the nursery. Chris helped Matt build the crib, changing table, wardrobe, rocking chair and storage. Nick put up shelves and picture frames. The nursery looked very welcoming and homely.

I had got distracted with my own thoughts and forgot about Matt and the movie. I slowly started walking back to Matt on the couch.

"Oh baby, did the water splash from the tap?"

"No?"

"Well why are your pants wet?"

Realisation hit both of us and we started to freak out. The baby was coming. I could sense Matt's nervousness and excitement bouncing off the walls just from his facial expressions.

"I didn't even realise." I laugh. "I was just having a look at the nursery."

Matt nodded, and went to go grab my hospital bag. He came pack into the living room and dropped the bag by my side.

"I can't believe this is happening! I love you so much my love." Matt said quickly and kissed me lovingly on my lips cupping my cheeks. "We better get going!" Matt squealed. "Are you having contractions yet honey?"

"No I'm doing okay at the moment! Before we leave, I'm just going to change my pants."

"Okay sweetie. I'll go put the bag in the car."

I changed out of my sweatpants and changed into a pair of Matt's sweatpants as they were bigger and I always find myself more comfortable in his anyway. I put my crocs on and started walking downstairs to the garage. Matt was waiting by the door to guide me to the car. He opened the door to the car and I sat in the passenger seat. Matt took the seatbelt and buckled it for me. Before he went to go to the drivers seat he kissed my forehead and closed the door.

We were on the road and I was doing just fine with contractions. They hadn't come yet. Matt was too nervous to even play any music. He gripped the stearing wheel tightly and a way to calm his nerves.

"Matt babe, you look petrified." I chuckle.

"Sorry. I shouldn't be this nervous as you're just about to push a human out of your body. Am I overreacting?" Matt rambles.

"Not at all Matt, just take deep breathes and calm down. I'm not in any pain yet anywa-" I was interrupted by a mild contraction. I grit my teeth and suck in my breath to get through the contraction with no hassle.

"Are you okay sweetheart. Do you need me to pull over?" Matt worries.

"No I'm doing fine, just get me to the hospital in one piece will you?"

We had finally arrived at the hospital and Matt went straight to reception carrying my bag to let them know I was in labour. i was miles behind Matt but I was just in time as they pushed a wheelchair in my direction as I entered through the doors. Matt helped me sit down, and the nurse wheeled me to my hospital room. This was such a surreal feeling.

I was given a hospital gown and some privacy to change. Matt helped me get out of my clothes and into the fabric. He was so gentle with me. It was nice though as I was in such a vulnerable state. We finished changing and Matt helped me lay down onto the hospital bed. While doing so I was hit with a more intense contraction this time.

"Ow." I peeped out. I didn't want to cause much noise.

"Are you okay sweetheart?"

"I don't want to make a lot of noise that's all."

"Honey, you have an excuse, you're in labour, make as much noise as you would like!"

The contraction has passed by the time Matt had said that.

TIME SKIP

The nurse had come in a few times to check how dilated I was. the first hour I was 3cm, the second hour I was 5cm, the third hour i was 8cm, but it took ages for me to dilate to 10cm. The nurse had come in three more times and the length hadn't changed. I felt so frustrated. All I wanted was to get this baby out of me and Matt could go home. I was so tired and exhausted. The contractions had worn down all of my strength.

Time had passed and the nurse came in once again not expecting me to grow much more. I had accepted that I would be waiting what felt like forever.

"It looks like you're ready Y/N, you're at 10 cm."

I was so happy, but the worst was yet to come.

More doctors flooded the cramped hospital room, there were student doctors examining me. 4 nurses reassuring me. And 1 doctor commanding what would happen next. It was so hot. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life, I didn't like that everyone could just see my intimate area. I didn't consent to any student doctors watching me go through this. Matt could sense my stress.

"Baby, everything is going to be just fine.I know you don't like this at the moment. But very soon we are going to meet our baby. You are the strongest person I know. Just focus on your breathing okay?" Matt breathed with me. I don't know what I would have done without him.

While doing some breathing exercises I was interrupted yet again with another contraction. This had been the most painful one yet. I groaned in pain which caught the attention of the doctor.

"Okay Y/N, it's time to start pushing." I looked at Matt with a tired smile. Matt was over the moon. I held onto his hand and waited for what the doctor had to say next. "When you feel your next contraction you need to push as hard as you can. can you do that for me?" I nodded my head. "Okay, let's get ready everyone!"

After a few minutes, the room was set up for the birth and now we were just waiting for my contractions. This was probably the only time in the whole journey that i wished a contraction upon myself. Suddenly I felt my contraction building up.

"Okay Y/N, lets have a big push."

I pushed as hard as I could which was draining the life out of me.

"Come on Y/N! I love you so much, you're so strong."

I squeezed Matt's hand to relieve any pain I felt. What Matt was feeling was no where near close to what I was going through.

"Again Y/N! You can do it!" the doctor repeated. I screamed and pushed like I never had. "Only a few more pushes Y/N!" The doctor assured. I felt a wave of pain run through my body and that was my sign to push again and again.

After a while of this cycle I finally heard the best news. "I see the head." The it was followed with: "The head is out!" The doctor announced. "One more push Y/N!" I pushed once more and my cries were interrupted with the little cries of our baby.

I had never felt such relief in my life. The little wails from the baby felt like music to my ears.

"It's a boy!"

"I told you Matt!"

Our baby boy was passed over to me to hold for the first time. He was so tiny. I could never ask for anything better. I heard small sniffles ring my ears. Matt was crying.

"Oh Matt!"

"He is so perfect, I could never ask for anything more. I am so proud of you Y/N." He wept.

After that small family interaction a nurse came over to me.

"I just need to take the baby for examinations if that's okay." Me and Matt nodded and the nurse took our baby from my arms.

I had never felt so happy in my life.

TIME SKIP

I must had fallen asleep because I was woken up by the same nurse with my baby in her arms but now in a cute onesie and blue beanie.

"Does dad want to have a hold?" She asked. I smiled towards Matt.

"Yes please." He took the baby from the nurse and was given some privacy. "He's so small." Matt couldn't stop admiring the baby. "What do you think we will name him?"

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe once you are done holding him we can go through some names?"

"Perfect."

Matt went to sit down in the chair next to my bed. He was having some father-son time with his baby boy.

"I love you so much already buddy. I can't wait to watch you grow up and teach and show you all the things I did as a kid. We are going to be best friends."

I started tearing up when I heard that last sentence. I sniffled.

"That's so lovely Matt. You're already such a great dad."

"That means the world to me honey." Matt stood back up and placed the baby in his crib for now.

Matt came over to me and kissed me on my forehead.

"I could never be more proud of you sweetie. I love you so much. You're going to be the best mommy."

I smiled up at Matt. He pulled the chair next to the bed impossibly closer to me.

"Now, lets talk baby names." He smiled.

Hey guys! I hope you really enjoyed this fanfic! If you have any suggestions or requests, send me a message and I will try get back to you asap! <3

[danwhobrowses]

I have to say when it comes for episode 107 I'm on the camp of this feeling wrong. Like, two gods' plan is to just let Ludinus just have his way? And just assume that the vessel won't get them? The Wildmother showed Orym the time Predathos came to town, it took out two of them in a blink and the Titans did the heavy lifting, it chased them from Tengar to Exandria without concept of navigation so it's foolish to think they won't do the same this time around. Running forever isn't a life even the infinite should be pursuing. Corellon is cheeky and flirty but it's a mask for being deflective and honestly a little cowardly. What you're asking and trying to persuade with gifts requires the Hells to entertain sacrificing one of their own, which they shouldn't (and I'm hopeful they won't, because that'd be to me at least be a character betrayal since they have always prioritized each other over the gods) consider doing even for any kind of promise, and treating it like it's a necessity, as if leaving like you've decided you want to do now is your 'sacrifice'? Even if being a vessel and still being of sound mind was a viable option with proof that it can work that way, there are too many unknown factors that it seems not even the gods have answers for, so it should all trail back to the fact that this is STILL not a risk worth taking and Ludinus should not be having his way.

I guess part of this feeling comes down to the fact that this was not what I was hoping to get out of the episode; I'm always open to being surprised (because I often am) but it has to be in a good way, this was not a good way. But we'll have to see where it goes, this is a proposal of two gods against a majority yet to say their piece and could still be heard out, I still trust Matt's vision and Abu DM's like smooth butter, but the god debate admittedly continues to wear on me - we were already in a state where we were open to talk but now they're conspiring against one another too? Can we not just focus on Plan A: Unite to Stop Ludinus from releasing Predathos? Evoroa literally said Ludinus' plan is to divide why are we sowing more division? Couldn't just kill Zathuda and take his dragon for Fearne...this should've been Bell's Hells' big win to make up for Otohan but now for me at least it feels a little sour.

[edennill]

1st age Beleriand dashboard Simulator

🌫️ mithrim-noldo following

Yeah, Thingol kind of flew off the handle with banning Quenya and all that, but why on Arda are people now justifying the Kinslaying in response?? have some nuance and also, that's just plain horrible.

✨ btw-this-is-hopeless following

hope it's fine to copy your tags, mithrim, because they're great:

#I mean I know this is probably because they've taken part in the kinslaying themselves #but #can't you just admit you did wrong and move on? #in so far as it is possible because of course forgetting would be disrespectful and unwise #because the consequences are with us still #but it should be way more comfortable than being on your defences all the time #always ready to rationalize or deny #with a conscience you cannot silence

✴️ eightpointedstar83

I am tired of typing this out again and again but Alqualondë could have been averted had the teleri been less self-centred and readier to cooperate. Thingol is just another example of this attitude. But of course, please deny that the third clan is what it is and pin the blame on the people who saved everyone's skins.

We have done nothing wrong and yet our own people are turning on us. One day you will rue this.

Long live the house of Fëanor!

💝 heart-in-a-box

This is just the sort of behaviour OP was talking about.🤦‍♀️

🌫️ mithrim-noldo following

Admittedly, this seems to be a fanatical Fëanorian and more committed than the average apologist of his/her own actions - but yes.

#current events #thingol's quenya ban #my post

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🧝🏼‍♂️maglorfeanorion following

finished another canto of the noldolante today

🌖 hunters-moon

you have a tumblr account??!

🧝🏼‍♂️ maglorfeanorion following

do I know you?

🌖 hunters-moon

yes :)

🧝🏼‍♂️ maglorfeanorion following

wait - yeah, I do...

which of the twins are you?

🌖 hunters-moon

how did you know😮???

👨🏻‍🦰red-haired-twin

he looked through your blog, nitwit :)

🧝🏼‍♂️maglorfeanorion following

I guess I shouldn't be surprised to find you two out of all possible people on here...

so - which is which?

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🌸 a-flower-in-the-snow following

himring winters are horrible and I hate my parents for bringing me to middle-earth

#rant #children of exilse #i meant #children of exiles #coe

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🏞️ the-wide-earth-unexplored following

Y'all weren't joking when y'all said the Sirion is impressive...

(more photos under cut)

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#photography #nature photography #nature #sirion #falls of sirion

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🖼️ wonder-the-earth

is it still a secret city when everyone is talking about it?

👰🏼‍♀️ celebrin following

that's a good question

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👤 incessant-leaves following

It makes me sick to see all those positive nostalgic posts about the Mereth Aderthad. How pretty the pools of Ivrin were or weren't doesn't change the fact that THE NOLDOR WERE HIDING THE TRUTH ABOUT THE KINSLAYING THE WHOLE TIME. Yeah "everyone was kind" back then. You were feasting together with people whose cousins you had killed and have the audacity to complain they don't like you as much anymore. I don't care if you're a Sinda or a Noldo who "didn't take part in it" - if you say anything positive about it I'm blocking you.

#mereth aderthad #the truth about ivrin

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💎 lord-maedhros-is-the-true-king

Things they don't want you to know about Fëanaro:

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🏹 huntingprincess following

with all due respect, gondolin is the most boring place in the world.

🌼 golden-flower

it's not. but you're entitled to your opinion.

🌌 daughterofdoriath following

if only all debates on here were as civil...

👤 incessant-leaves

OP is a kinslayer apologist. Didn't you check that out before you started praising them?

🌌 daughterofdoriath following

*throws hands up*

I was admiring that one exchange.

(and this was actually more about @golden-flower's response than about OP)

*sighs*

#this site...

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[littleskeletonprincessss]

Here, have this

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"God, you're so annoying, y/n! You don't have any idea what you're fucking talking about!" Schlatt yelled, walking away from you and into the kitchen.

"Excuse me, Mr. I'm-too-busy-to-spend-even-a-second-with-my-girlfriend! It's not my fault you've taken on so much and stretched yourself so thin! You did this to yourself!"

It was the 5th night in a row where Schlatt had to call and tell you he 'had to work late' and 'sorry hon, rain check for dinner tonight'.

"Jesus Christ I am so tired of you nagging me all the time! You're always around, just leave me the fuck alone for once!"

"If that's how you feel then maybe we shouldn't even be together!"

"There's a bright idea. Nice to know you can have those every once in a while."

"Fuck you, Schlatt! We're done." You yelled, before grabbing your purse and walking out of his house.

Walking into your apartment, you let your purse drop to the floor and flopped onto your couch, leaning your head back, and letting out a loud sigh, releasing all the pent up anger you'd harbored on your angry drive home.

It unfortunately wasn't uncommon for you and Schlatt to get into arguments. They'd usually result in one of you storming out of the house, and either returning later that night to exchange apologies and end with rough, angy make up sex or returning the next day and deciding it'd be best for both of you if you took a break for a while.

This was the fourth time it'd happened, and you were tired of it. You loved Schlatt, you really did. But God was it exhausting to break up and get back together all the time. You knew that this wasn't what it was supposed to be like.

Deciding to call Schlatt in the morning you turned on your TV for the sole purpose of serving as background noise for you to numbly fall asleep to, preparing yourself for what would come in the morning.

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When you woke up, you briefly looked around your apartment before remembering the previous night's fight. You'd grown used to waking up in Schlatt's warm arms, his face buried in your neck from behind, so it was almost a strange feeling to be cold and alone.

Looking at the clock it read 10:30. Schlatt would probably be awake, most likely editing again. You pressed the call button on his contact half expecting him not to answer.

"Hey."

"I think we need to talk."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah. I can be there in 20."

"See you then."

You left only a few minutes later after running your fingers through your hair and brushing your teeth, making yourself look somewhat presentable, and almost subconsciously walked to the coffee shop down the street, a place that had quickly become of favorite of yours and Schlatt's.

Looking around and not seeing him yet you at a table by the door, watching it and gently scratching your arms as a distraction from the way you were feeling.

Schlatt walked in and after briefly meeting your eyes sat silently across from you. It was obvious how little either of you wanted to be there right now, and it looked like neither of you wanted to speak first.

"Schlatt, we can't keep doing this."

Taking a deep breath, Schlatt muttered a defeated "I know."

"I think we need to break up. For good this time."

He sat silent for a long pause, staring at the fingers he was tapping on table.

"Whatever." he finally said, quickly standing up and leaving the coffee shop without another word or glance your way.

You sat for a bit, letting what had happened sink in. That was it. Wiping away the trapped tears that were making your eyes burn and throat hurt you left as well, walking the opposite way that Schlatt had, to your apartment, heartbroken and alone.

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It'd been a week. There were no texts, no calls, nothing exchanged between either of you. Schlatt hadn't posted anything, which surprised you. He had been trying to be more consistent with it. You posted a memory on Instagram and he wasn't among the notifications of likes like he normally would be.

This was foreign. You and Schlatt had started as friends before you'd gotten together the first time. You'd never gone longer than a couple days without any sort of contact, and that was only because he'd had to go back home and had forgotten his phone charger.

Your kitchen counters were littered with pizza boxes, food wrappers, bottles, you hadn't been bothered to cook anything or clean anything up. You could stand for a shower, shown evident by the greasy knot on top of your head and the thin layer of grime that had settled on your skin. Snotty and tear soaked tissues blanketed your living room floor. You were sinking and there was no one that could pull you up.

"I'm so pathetic" you whispered to yourself, looking at your smelly clothes and dirty surroundings. "I can't just sit here anymore." you resolved, standing up before moving to the bathroom to shower and start putting your life back in order.

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A few hours later you were tying the last garbage bag, your apartment, and you, looking leagues better than they had earlier..

A knock on your door pulled your attention away from cleaning. You hadn't ordered anything and your neighbors weren't usually the kind to stop by for anything.

Opening the door you were surprised by what you saw.

"Schlatt?"

There he stood, nearly filling your door frame with his large frame. He was unshaven, and his outfit looked about how yours had this morning, wrinkly and disheveled. But what surprised you was that he was crying. In all the time you'd known him, as a friend or a boyfriend, you'd never seen Schlatt cry.

But here he was, on your door step, big brown eyes watery with unshed tears, his nose running and red.

"Y/n" he choked out, voice rough from a combination of unuse and sobs.

Before you could say or do anything, Schlatt reached out and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and hiding his face in your neck.

"I'm so so sorry for how I was treating you recently. You were right, I'd been spending too much time away from you. But I'm gonna get better." He blubbered.

"Schlatt--" you started, before he cut you off.

"I am. I'm going to be so much better for you. I know I don't deserve you, Y/n, I know you deserve someone who's so much better than me, but I'm gonna be better for you. I love you so much, angel. I know, we've had our issues, and i've said things in the past, but none of it is true. You're it. You're it for me. I need you in my life, Y/n. This last week has been hell without you. God I can't even begin to explain how I felt in the coffee shop when you said we were done for good. My whole world came tumbling down. It hurt so, so much. And I know it hurt you too and i'm sorry that I pushed you to do that. Please, give me one more chance. Please."

He looked into your eyes after that speech, trying to find your response before you said it.

Letting out a small sigh you pulled him down into another hug, clearing your throat from the new wash of tears that came over you.

"I love you, Schlatt."

You could feel Schlatt let out a breath you knew he'd been holding before he held you even tighter than before, if it was possible.

"I love you. So much."

[chronicbeans]

Wally and a Puppeteer Reader (part 6)

The silly is goofing lets go.

TW: Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Idol Worshipping, Scopophobia/Eye Imagery, Mentions of Threats

🎥 It's your first day off, though, that doesn't mean you don't need to work! You have been taking care of your 3 year old nephew, Henry, for a few years now alongside your sister. You live with your stepsister, Angela, who takes care of him while you are at work. Then, you take care of him while she is at work.

🎥 You smile as you look over to Henry, who is sitting in front of the television as he watches Welcome Home. It truly is becoming a popular show! Angela has tried to ruin the magic for him by telling him that you work on the show, but you always stop her. Henry thinks that Wally, Julie, Sally, and all the others are real. You aren't going to let Angela or yourself ruin the childhood wonder for him.

🎥 It is late at night when you get the call. Walking over to the phone, you answer it, letting out a soft "Hello?" as you do so. To your surprise, Eddie's puppeteer replies to you, their voice shaking and quiet as they do so. "This... This is (Y/N), right? I got your number from the boss's phone book... I need to know something. Please..."

🎥 You, needless to say, are extremely concerned. They don't sound too good. You can also hear a muffled voice on the other end of the line, but you can't make out who it is or what they are saying. "Sure thing. What is it that you need to know?"

🎥"This is going to sound weird... But I need your address. There are more letters for you and-" they stop, their breath hitching as the muffled voice says something, again. They continue after a few moments, their voice sounding more hoarse, like they are holding back tears "I mean... there is a package and a few letters for you. Also, a drawing. I-I am scared. I got more threats, saying that if I don't deliver them, I will be hurt. Please, I need your address."

🎥 You hesitate. You have no idea what is in that package. You can make an educated guess that the letters and the drawing will just be more of the same old, adoring writings and creepy eyes watching a drawing of you. But the package could really be anything. However, considering the fact that you haven't gotten any threats against you, you feel like it is safe to assume that whatever is in that package won't be an immediate danger to you. Meanwhile, the person on the other end of the line has been threatened, and just so happens to possibly be in the building with the culprit.

🎥 You decide to give your address to them. You don't want them to be hurt, even if it does put you in the disturbing situation of having to witness whatever that package beholds. Within two hours, you hear a car pull up in your driveway and see Eddie's puppeteer walk up to your doorstep, a large cardboard box in their arms with a few envelopes stacked on top. Their face is pale, like they have seen something they really shouldn't have, and their leg is shaking. You also notice how, as they walk, they look like they have a slight limp.

🎥"Here you go, (Y/N). I hope you have a nice day. I'm sorry... for bothering you." You take the package and envelopes from them, but before you could thank them, they have already gotten into their car and sped off. Taking the mail inside, you open the drawing and letters, first. The drawing is, as you expected, yet another drawing of you being watched. The letters, though, seem a bit different.

🎥"I heard you talking. They said you are leaving for a few days! Don't leave me! Don't leave me! What if you don't come back? Don't abandon me! I need you to be me! Actions speak louder than words! I need you to decide what I do!" "Why haven't you come back? You are the as above to my so below! I don't know what that means, but I think it means you complete me. It's true! You complete me! Without you, I am just... there. No movement, no life besides my thoughts. Just a body that is trapped. Kind of like being stuck in an old, empty home, with no friends... Unable to leave but unable to really live. Do you WANT me to be like that? As much as it hurts, if you want that I will bear the pain of living like that. Just visit from time to time. Tell me what you want..." "I can't take it! It has only been a day and they are all so loud! They are trying to find someone. I don't know who. They aren't treating me well. They aren't holding me and making sure I am safe. They just messily shoved me into a tote alongside the others. I am coming to visit. I am scared. Help me."

🎥You feel sick. This person is visiting you? You look around, trying to see if the person behind these notes is watching you. You don't see anyone, but it doesn't do anything to relieve your anxiety. Their eyes could be anywhere. Opening the cardboard box, you expect the worst. Maybe they took a bunch of photos of you without you looking and decided to show you? Maybe journals filled with a detailed description of your schedule? You don't want to know what it is, but you have to. Maybe it could be used as evidence if you decide to call the police. Then again, you have heard that they aren't very helpful with stalkers...

🎥 You open it. Inside is a bunch of packing peanuts. Through the white and pink packing peanuts, you see a bit of blue popping through. You reach inside, pulling out the cargo that was delivered.

🎥 It's Wally. Whoever this stalker is wanted you to have Wally, for some reason. He is in a bit of a rough condition. You can see some parts that need fluffing up, and his outfit is a little wrinkled here and there. You check him over, like you normally do, to see if there are any other blemishes on him. You see a little bit of red paint on the plastic sole of his shoes. It's a bit darker than the normal red paint that the studio uses, though. A lot more watery, too. At least the paint should come of easily, since the studio uses the cheap stuff.

🎥 You set him down, fluffing him up a bit. It isn't often that you need to fluff up the puppets, since they are usually very well cared for and don't get deformed while in storage, but you know how to do it. You just put your hands on his blue pompadour, then gently press inwards to try to reshape it. Then, you continue to do so with the rest of the parts that need fluffing. It could be a trick of the eye, but sometimes you feel like Wally's eyes move around, almost like he is observing you and your home. You shake it off, though, thinking that it is just your paranoia getting to you. Soon enough, he is back in tip top shape! When you clean his shoes, you are almost shocked by how quickly the paint comes off. The boss must've really lowered their standards... Or it could be water coloring. You honestly can't tell.

🎥 After you finish cleaning him up, you decide to surprise Henry. If whoever wanted you to have Wally decided to send him to you, you should have the right to do whatever you want with the puppet before you have to go back to work. So, you want to brighten Henry's night by having Wally visit him. You find Henry sitting at the kitchen table, eating a sandwich that you made him as a snack. He looks a bit downtrodden, probably because Angela went to work early, before they could play their nightly board game. You decide that it is the perfect time to cheer him up!

🎥"Henry, look who came to visit! It's your friendly neighbor, Wally Darling! He wants to have a sleepover for the next few nights! Isn't that great?" His eyes practically light up, bringing a smile to your face. Probably the first smile ever since this stalker situation started getting worse. Seeing your nephew grin is all that matters at the moment, though, as you do your best to put on a show for him while not blowing your cover. If he finds out that Wally isn't real, you know he would be devastated.

[rebeltombraider]

We're All a Little Mad Here (One-Shot)

Rating: M for the Warnings in the next line. (M is a very slight thing in this imo, but figured it suited best just in case)

Warnings: Some Language, Some Dark Humor (in the form of a threat that amuses Agatha), and Plot threads from Agatha All Along (SPOILERS)

Description: Agatha shouldn't have been surprised that the only other surviving Maximoff sibling was just as unhinged as Wanda had been. But this? This turned out to be the other side of the Maximoff coin that Agatha had been looking for in Westview. Now to find a way to get her to join her Coven without promising things she can't give. Should be easy enough, right?

Based off of a larger fic I'm working on! Possibly an AU of it <3 Features a Named Reader (mostly because using Y/N throws me off and I gotta get used to it still, so going with a Comic name this time!)

Second one-shot on Tumblr and third one-shot ever, so I apologize if it's rough D:

"No."

"No?! But you haven't even heard our pitch! Hell, we haven't even said anything to you yet!"

Agatha watched Teen look between herself and the woman gathering supplies to purchase for some trip, she could only assume.

Sokovian accent out in full, the witch drawled her reply, "I did not stutter." Teen's distraught huff had her rolling her eyes, "Listen, my brother was the one who always wanted to help people and my sister was the one who just wanted to live in peace. Look where we are now. One of us is dead, one is missing and presumed dead, and one remaining only cares for those of hers that are gone." She looked up from the small pile of items in front of her to her left where Agatha and Teen still stood, "Guess which one I am. Walk whatever your damn road is yourself that your mind is all but screaming about. I have a sister to find."

Realizing the Maximoff was walking away, Agatha groaned in realization.

'Fuck... alright, here we go. Buckle up, Harkness, you've got an untrained terror to recruit from that list.'

"You'll never find Wanda."

Teen took a few steps back and stood behind Agatha at the threatening aura the woman gave off at those words.

"What did you just say to me?"

"She's dead. But you know that, don't you? You felt that thread snap just like it did when Pietro died. Based on the look in your eyes that you've probably had long before we approached you, all three of you had some sort of accidental connection when Wanda and your magic began to show while with HYDRA. A shredded connection that has all but shattered whatever sanity you had in the first place. Not that Wanda had any, either."

Dark blue magic began to rattle shelves and foundation, a sure sign of slipping control.

"Uh... how 'bout we not piss off the witch who can probably kill us very slowly and very painfully?"

"Hush, Teen, little Maxi won't do anything to us. After all, how will she get to where Wanda really is without us? I'm one of the only people to ever walk the Witch's Road and return."

Agatha smiled when the shaking around them ceased immediately, 'Got you, sweet cheeks. Knew little ol' Wanda had to have been dropping you hints in your dreams to where she's stuck at. That thread isn't gone yet, is it? Just strained by the distance.'

"Speak."

"Not here. Meet us at my place in a few hours. I'm sure you know enough from Wanda's own memories of Westview where you can find me. Come on, Teen." Stopping just as she turned to leave the isle, Agatha looked back at the still unmoving Maximoff, "What's your name, by the way? Wanda talked about a sister but never said any specifics beyond named after some grandmother? She was ridiculously protective of anything about you."

"Natalya. Call me Nat and I will feed you your own innards."

"Then we'll see you soon, Natalya Maximoff."

"See you soon, Agatha Harkness."

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"How did you know she'd listen to you like that? I thought for sure she was gonna turn us into paste or something!" Teen laughed breathlessly as he drove back towards Agatha's house.

"I didn't. At least at first."

"Wait, what? That was just a shot in the dark?"

Agatha rolled her eyes at his surprise, "I'm honestly surprised she let me get more than a few words in without being tossed about the shelves like a wrecking ball, but..." Seeing Teen turn down the road that lead to her house, she decided to show him a little bit of what she noticed, "Natalya was desperate. She might seem like a murderous ball of rage right now, be it her normal state or not, but she reeked of it. It looks like little Maxi's been trying to find a way to Wanda ever since she... ended up there."

"... and you might be her only chance to get to Wanda."

"Right in one."

Putting the car in park, Teen turned his full attention to Agatha, "How do you know she'll follow through with the risky chance of her not finding Wanda on the Road?"

"Because I know Wanda's there and if anyone will be a strong enough tie to bring her back here easily, it'll be her remaining triplet. Those siblings really did end up in some deep magic. It's one of the things that drew my attention to Wanda and her Hex in the first place."

Both unbuckled and climbed out of Teen's car, "This all seems so insane. Cool, but insane."

Strolling up to her destroyed front door, Agatha called over her shoulder to Teen's scrambling form catching up with her, "We're all a little mad here."

'Now to get this bus of crazy cats loaded up and moving before the Seven get here.'

[acourtofmarvels]

Surprise - Cassian

Warnings: none really, cute fluff. mentions of sex n stuff lol

Word count: 694

"Does it hurt?" I asked sheepishly. I felt so guilty. And a little bit proud of myself, but don't tell Cassian that.

He groaned in response. I could tell he was trying not to blow up on me. I hit him pretty hard.

"I'm sorry, baby." I sat beside him on the bed. I took the ice from his hand and held it onto his head myself. "At least you don't have a concussion."

"At least we know training is working. You got me good." He tried to smile at me but only winced in the process.

"You startled me! I wasn't expecting anyone to be at the house." And I smashed a bottle of wine over his head. It wasn't a small bottle either.

Rhys told me they were gonna be gone all day and most likely wouldn't get back tomorrow. Rhys always informs me when they are on their way home, then I can expect Cassian to come and see me.

"I expect a blowjob after this." Even in pain he's horny and inappropriate. I honestly shouldn't be surprised he said that.

Cassian was... unexpected for me. This thing between us happened one night and never stopped. At some point it was just a fling, then we said we were exclusive. Next thing I know we're all in and dating. 

Our relationship never should have happened. We had a one night stand on a drunken holiday. And the next morning we slept with each other again. Cassian never did relationships. He was a go with the flow kind of guy and always said he never had the time for it.

I was just wanting sex. No strings and the kind that made your legs weak afterwards. Cassian exceeded expectations. We've been friends for so long now and I've heard from other girls I know whom he's slept with, that he's great in bed. Don't tell him this cause it will just boost his massive ego, but he's the best I've ever had.

"I feel like I should get an award for my marvelously teaching. I think I taught you too well." He groaned and layed back on the bed, taking the ice with him. "Cauldron boil me, I can't believe you got the drop on me like that. You're lucky I love you, babe. If any other person had done this to me-"

"You love me?" I blurt out, my eyes wide.

Cassian halts mid-sentence. He looked genuinely confused as if he had no clue what I just questioned. But he said it. I heard it loud and clear. I think my heart nearly stopped beating when he said it. He said he loved me.

"You just said it." I was fighting the urge to smile. Cause what if he didn't mean it? What if the hit had really messed him up. Oh shit did I rattle his brain with that wine bottle?

"I..." He cleared his throat, slowly bringing the ice down from his head to look at me. "Well, damn. I guess I did."

My heart is racing. He didn't deny it, yet. 

"D-did you mean it?" I had to ask. I would give him the way out if he needed it. This was serious for us. I mean, we didn't even want to be in a relationship at first, let alone fall in love.

A small smile crept up on his face. When he nods I feel immediately relieved. I moved over beside him, running my fingers through his hair like I always did. "Say it again." The words nearly came out as a beg.

He moaned and ran a hand down his face. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't make me say it again. It's bad enough that I said it first. That's never happened before." His arrogant tone deserved a slap on the arm from me. But then I couldn't help but climb onto his lap and attack his face with kisses. His body shakes under mine from laughing. 

"On a scale from one to ten how badly does your head really hurt? Because I don't know if you know this about me but, emotional intimacy really turns me on. And you just told me you loved me, and I sure as hell am completely head over heels in love with you. And I think we should have sex right now."

His gaze on me darkens, his hands grip my hips firmly. "Suddenly I feel a whole lot better." 

inspired by The Score by Elle Kennedy

Acotar Masterlist

[pikahlua]

I've been in the dkbk fandom for 3 years and my husband is an anime only. We just watched the new episode and he was disappointed. He predicted that Star will die and the plot won't really move forward. He's a sci-fi fan and he's seen many a series fall apart after more characters, complexity, and a war are introduced. I've been avoiding spoling the manga for him but since he's lost interest, I spoiled him and confirmed that the manga has been in a holding pattern for 2-3 years with this final arc. I told him what you said about Bk's death and Deku losing his arms as being symbolic but he said those actions being reversed lowers the stakes and it's hard to maintain emotional investment if you know that major plot points will just get reversed. I wanna believe in Hori but I'm waiting for payoff instead of enjoying the story. Is what's happening really good storytelling if this final battle has been dragging on so long and Deku's characterization has come to a halt?

I’m hesitant to answer this. I said I wouldn't answer any asks that were looking to me for reasons to keep liking MHA, and I really don't want to encourage more asks like this--and yes OP, I don't know if you realize it but that's basically what you're asking. You've framed this question around your husband's opinions, but you're couching your own thoughts inside.

If your issue is that you and your husband like different media, then that's a marital issue to resolve; accept that you shouldn't always watch all media together, particularly if doing so isn't fun for both of you. But your husband doesn't like what's going on in MHA, and this is enough to make you doubt whether or not MHA is written well? Despite the fact that many, many people like MHA in its current form? That sounds more to me like you agree with your husband. It certainly doesn't sound like you tried to sell this story arc to him.

I decided I'll answer a question like this this one time because it'll help me summarize my feelings on these topics, though I'm sorry to say the topics I address may not be what you expect.

"We just watched the new episode and he was disappointed. He predicted that Star will die and the plot won't really move forward."

Is this really a surprise? I don't remember anyone being all that into this arc when it first came out. Everyone was saying Star would die, and yet most people did not correctly predict the actual outcome of this fight--that Star's quirk would be eliminated and Tomura would be weakened. Most guessed Tomura would steal Star's quirk and become overpowered.

"He's a sci-fi fan and he's seen many a series fall apart after more characters, complexity, and a war are introduced."

You mention sci-fi but uh, has your husband watched like...any other anime? Ever? At all? MHA is far from the first shounen anime to do this. You can't really make your husband like MHA if his problem is that he came to an anime restaurant and got upset when there was nothing but anime on the menu.

Seriously, MHA is not doing all that much different with its ending than what Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood did, and that's one of the most critically acclaimed shounen anime of all time. If he's predisposed to dislike the stuff anime does, that's not a writing problem. That's a mismatch of anime with his tastes.

It strikes a nerve with me because I grew up loving anime and was bullied for it by people with opinions such as your husband's. Now, the mainstream-ification of anime has drawn those same sorts of people to anime for whatever reason, and all they seem to wanna do is complain about anime being anime. Take sci-fi for example: I typically hate outerspace-themed media and the concepts such media often explore, and you know what I do? Not watch it. I've decided such media is not for me. Honestly, the same is true for a lot of anime too. I am very picky about anime because there are some tropes or themes I'm just sick of.

"I've been avoiding spoling the manga for him but since he's lost interest, I spoiled him and confirmed that the manga has been in a holding pattern for 2-3 years with this final arc."

This is where it sounds like you primed him with your own feelings, because it certainly doesn't sound like you were selling him. I don't even know what this means. "A holding pattern"? Do you mean the arc has just been going on a long time (see: welcome to anime being anime)? Or do you mean not much has happened with Izuku? Because I am getting a bit of a sense that your issue is you're an Izuku fan and his growth has been slow because the arc has had to wrap up all the other characters' arcs first. Because a lot HAS been happening with all the other characters (and we recently got some Izuku progression too).

The only other thing I can think of is an opinion I've had for a long time. I think a lot of anime fans don't realize they're not actually manga people. You watch an anime you like a lot and you wanna get up to speed, so you go to the manga not understanding that the manga is different from the anime. The pacing is different, as is the presentation and focus on details. The manga presents one or two story points per chapter, whereas anime episodes are 2-3 chapters compressed into one sitting. The anime's major selling point is its fast pacing, but this is not a selling point of the manga--of ANY weekly manga. "2-3 years" means very little in the context of a 15-page-a-week-AT-BEST manga.

"I told him what you said about Bk's death and Deku losing his arms as being symbolic"

The symbolism angle is one thing. I've never really understood why people like any media without symbolism--that's what gives a story its flavor, isn't it? If we're talking about tropes and familiar story structures, the artist's approach to familiar items is precisely what makes it unique and interesting to me. I wouldn't become invested enough to care about Katsuki's death if all that mattered to me was the surface-level event.

But are you saying you spoiled the fact that Izuku lost his arms? That's...not that big of a plot point to spoil if you ask me. Certainly not one I'd bring up as one of the greatest hits of this arc. This is another detail that makes me feel like you're particularly focused on Izuku, which is not a bad thing nor is there anything wrong with that, but Izuku doesn't actually feature very much in this anime season all things considered. It's hard to sell anyone on what's currently happening with Izuku in the manga since we just got to his stuff and it's not complete.

Again, this was what happened with Fullmetal Alchemist. The last arc covered the events of one day that ended the final war. The main characters were only occasionally featured and didn't do all that much in the season until the very end, as one would expect. When it was coming out in manga form, the pacing was admittedly very weird because of this storytelling choice, albeit it felt a bit different from MHA since it was a monthly manga and covered more ground per chapter. But when the same arc was adapted to anime, the feeling and pacing were very different, and a lot of iffy elements improved on me as a result.

"he said those actions being reversed lowers the stakes and it's hard to maintain emotional investment if you know that major plot points will just get reversed."

Is your husband someone who watches things only once and then can't rewatch and enjoy them ever again? Does he only watch stories for plot twists and once he knows the twist he stops liking it?

I don't understand this general obsession with consequences and stakes a lot of people have. Sure, they are elements that can contribute to a mood or feeling in a story, but they're far from the make-or-break linchpins so many people make them out to be. The "reversals" are major plot points too. I find much more enjoyment in trying to follow why a writer would do such things and what they're trying to say than wondering how likely some character is to die or how many people will be brutalized.

I'm in the camp that believes spoilers should not make a difference in whether or not I find a series "good" or whether or not I can invest in it. I personally have played video games specifically BECAUSE they were spoiled for me and it sounded like I would like them, and having those major things spoiled for me did not detract from my enjoyment at all. I'm not saying everyone has to be like me, but I do certainly think a story's ability to persist as an impactful and memorable work has very little to do with its stakes and everything to do with how it handles its story and characters. Was Star Wars memorable and beloved because of how many people were at risk of dying in it? Was something taken away from the story when Luke got a robotic replacement for the hand he lost?

Goodness, didn't the MHA fandom predict for years that Dabi was Touya Todoroki? And wasn't everyone just waiting for the reveal to fucking happen already so we could get it over with? And wasn't the entire fandom surprised and enthralled when the Touya reveal did happen precisely because it was handled in such a unique and cool way with Horikoshi's flair? Did predicting that twist really ruin anything for the story?

A good story is a good story.

"I'm waiting for payoff instead of enjoying the story."

I can't know what payoff you're waiting for. I've enjoyed all the events and details along the way, even if there were some expected dips here and there. When I went back and reread the entire arc in one go, the pacing really hit me differently and I got a lot out of it. If you're not enjoying the story, that's not about whether or not the story is employing "good storytelling." I've enjoyed plenty of stories that were told poorly and sloppily because there were other redeeming features that appealed to me. This is about preference. You and your husband have your own personal preferences, and that's okay! But you both have to manage your preferences with respect to each other and to yourselves.

"Is what's happening really good storytelling if this final battle has been dragging on so long and Deku's characterization has come to a halt?"

If you're actually interested in whether or not MHA has "good storytelling," I'd suggest you take a creative writing class or otherwise learn about the way stories are told in different media i.e. novels vs comics vs TV shows vs movies vs video games. But I honestly don't think that's what you mean. I think you're looking for permission to keep liking MHA even if you personally don't like its storytelling or how Izuku's character is currently being handled. I can tell you from experience that yeah, you can. Plenty of people do it all the time. Some people get so frustrated with the stories they like they write fix-it fanfiction. Some people appreciate the way a story is so perfectly written that they cannot build a fandom around it because they can't come up with anything to add. It's going to depend on you and how you want to approach the situation, and while I'm happy to talk about what I like about MHA and which writing choices I think are well made, that's not going to get us very far if you don't like the same things.

I do often find media that I personally think is not written that well, and like I said, sometimes I like it and sometimes I hate it, but if it's a piece of media with a large fanbase like MHA, I have a hard time calling its writing universally "bad." If it speaks to that many people in some way, clearly there's something about it that reaches people effectively, and who am I to judge? I'm certainly no expert in quality of writing. All I have are what I've taken away from my education in literature/writing, my years of experience with many anime that came before MHA, and my thoughts on all the other media I've enjoyed. My experiences will lead to different conclusions than others'. I know I don't like a lot of what's popular with most people, so I certainly can't hold myself out as some paragon of good taste.

It's okay to like or dislike whatever for whatever reason. I don't always stay with the same fandom. I move around when I find new and good things. I sometimes come back to old things I loved and like it anew or find it underwhelming as I currently am. As of right now, I'm actually willing to say something I never was before, which is that MHA might be one of the best-written manga if not the best manga I've ever read. While FMA is top-tier, its themes are a lot safer than MHA's ambitious goals. MHA was always going to be controversial in some ways just because of what it attempts to do, such as telling its story through comic book-themed superheroes. It also says a lot of political things that risk alienating readers. The levels of risk MHA takes are part of what makes it amazing to me and what makes it a worthwhile piece of art to enjoy. I'm so happy it exists, flaws and all. No story will be universally loved, and that's something I accepted a long time ago when I decided I wouldn't let the bullying stop me from liking anime. All I can hope to do is have the courage to love the things I love and the grace to leave alone the things I dislike for others to enjoy.

[guppygiggles]

The art I posted yesterday was a bit more suggestive than my usual fare. I'm going to talk about this in detail, but here's the long and short of it:

If you don't want to see tickling content from me that is suggestive, block this tag:

#fluffyspice

Here's what suggestive content from me might entail: shirtless men, kisses on tickle spots, expressions of pleasure or gratification from being tickled (verbal and/or facial expressions), hypnosis, or any of these things combined with bondage.

I will not be using this tag for bondage alone. I have always drawn light bondage (wrist and ankle cuffs, ribbons, and/or pinning). If you have a problem with that, even when the context is not romantic/sexual, then I'm gonna be real -- my content probably isn't for you.

More detail about this below the cut.

TW: Discussion of sexual topics and my personal feelings about sex.

I am primarily doing this out of respect for my sex-repulsed ace followers, particularly as a person who is also on the ace spectrum. I don't want to make my existing followers uncomfortable just because I might want to draw more physically intimate scenes. Please keep in mind that I have been drawing for less than a year, so this form of expression is still new to me; I do not know where my art journey will lead me, yet, but I really do not want to limit myself in that way... particularly since my content has been romantic and emotionally intimate from the start, so this shouldn't really be a surprise.

Sex without emotional intimacy does not interest me. This is not a condemnation of casual sex, sex between friends, or sex that is for pleasure and nothing else; there is nothing wrong with those things, they just don't do anything for me. I am telling you this so that you will understand the perspective of the intimate content I might make -- the intimacy and vulnerability are what I'm interested in, not the act of sex. I don't have a desire to draw "porn" in the way people typically think of and enjoy porn (I am also not claiming that porn is always devoid of real emotional intimacy, but I think we can all agree it is typically not the focus.)

Does this mean I'll get upset if you're getting off to my content? This might shock you, but no, I won't. I think self-love is healthy. If what I'm making evokes those feelings in you, that is, as they say, "between you and the lord." I am not trying to make you feel that way, but it doesn't bother me if you do; everything I draw and write is between consenting adults.

So, I guess I'll cut to what you're probably wondering at this point: Am I going to draw bobs, vagine or peanits? Probably not, both because I don't really have a desire to, and it would probably get me flagged if I did. There will (continue to) be shirtless men, though, and I might even draw them being tickled on their nipples. There might be buttcheeks, too (ouh là là).

That's all I had to say, I think. If you have questions about this, I'm happy to answer them (or try to, at least) but please keep in mind I am not an "authority" on these topics, I'm just a guy telling you how I feel. I am going to put either a link to this post or some explanation regarding this in my pinned post, when I get around to revamping it (whenever that is, haha).

I love you, and thank you so much for reading this and enjoying my content. I know I get ranty sometimes, but my experience on this app is 90% positive and I am so, so grateful for your support and kind messages. Even if I don't always respond, I read every one, and I appreciate it so much. 💙

[coeluvr]

I'm going guess Helios did not overhear anything too bad about MC in Vesphire and that made him comfortable with plan to get them there for a little trip. I am also, however, going to guess some of those people kept those negative comments out about MC of his earshot and he's coming back to a fun surprise once he steps foot in Vesphire again with MC this time.

See, people from Vesphire don't really hate MC they just don't feel enough pity or any loyalty toward MC.

Roseans hate MC due to the whole situation as they believe Catalina + Family poisoned their queen and "evil family so this little kid is a demon too."

Vesphirians however just hated how the royal family was ruling over them as they felt like they didn't try to make things better for them and instead it was all getting worse and then the war took place so they were just plain unhappy so "goodbye loser royal family that didn't do stuff for me."

Vesphirians don't hate MC yet, it will depend entirely on how your MC is but well your MC can always clean up their act.

Helios used those appearance changing potions when he lived the "poor traveler totally not a prince" life because yes that was a thing as he wanted to hear from them and know their struggles so he's not a dumb dumb idiot bringing MC to a different level of hell lol.

You shouldn't worry too much about how the Vesphirian public will view MC (unless your MC is an evil little guy who is just unpleasant to be around), Vesphire has enough Rosean nobles to give the feeling of being right in Luceris' home so maybe think of them. ✨️

[zoeykallus]

Hello hun, if it's possible do you think you could write a headcanon for the clones where they react to getting rescued by their s/o after getting captured by the enemy?

The clones can be of your choosing, but please do add Kix. I love him so much, he has my whole heart 🥺💕

I wrote about the other way around before. But this is an interesting take. Let me see 😊

Clones of my choosing? Interesting...

Kix/Rex/Fives/Tech x Reader - Who's The Hero?

Warnings: Slightly Angsty/Mostly Fluffy/A Bit Of Humor (I guess)

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What Happened:

Your clone partner has been captured by the enemy. But you won't leave him behind. You sneak behind enemy lines, you have a plan. You find your beloved in a cell. Here is his reaction…

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Kix

You have no idea if the plan will work, but Kix is definitely worth the risk.

You say softly, yet peppery, "Tadaaa! Your hero has arrived!"

He looks at you as if you were a ghost when you appear at the cell door.

"What the... How... Why are you... You should-"

Raising your brows, you ask dryly, "Do you need more time to finish that sentence?"

Kix huffs, "Mesh'la, you shouldn't be here, it's too dangerous."

You shrug and operate the keypad on the cell to open it.

You cock an eyebrow and say, "Oh, I know. Tons of droids out there. Wasn't so easy to find a sneak path. But who else is going to come rescue you? Did you really think I was going to leave you here to rot?"

He smirks and steps out of the cell.

"Well, to be honest, I didn't think anyone would come at all. Clones are expendable."

"Not to me," you say softly and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

For a brief moment he looks deep into your eyes and finally says, "Who am I kidding, I had a feeling you would come. I know you can be counted on".

With an affectionate, soft smile, you say, "I will always come for you".

"Usually I'm the one saving people, you know, as a medic and a soldier"

You smirk at him and say softly, "You still are my hero, Kix, always will be"

Kix expression softens a little.

"Okay, Mesh'la, I take your word for it"

You grab his hand and say, "Now come on, we have to hurry before they discover our escape vehicle."

Rex

"Hey you, you look lonely in your cell".

Rex jumps up from his seat.

"How did you get in here! You shouldn't be here!"

"Yeah, I'm glad to see you too" you say dryly and open the cell.

"Cyare, that was stupid of you."

You frown critically and look at him.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I didn't mean-"

Your gaze silences him. You give him hand signals to show him to follow you silently. You creep back the way you came in, to the shuttle hidden in a nearby patch of woods.

"Cyare…"

You just booted up the engine and have to wait a few more seconds for it to start before you can take off. You turn to him and see how meekly he looks at you.

"Thank you for coming here for me."

You smile.

"You would have done the same, Rex"

He nods and says, "Of course. Still, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I was just so startled to see you here."

You sit down in the pilot's seat and he sits next to you in the copilot's seat.

"Because you care about me, I know you always do."

As the shuttle lifts off, and you hurry into space and on a hyperspace jump home, you feel a tension fall from you and breathe a deep sigh of relief. You have Rex safely with you again. As if to confirm your thought, one of his hands grasps yours, gently but firmly. He gently squeezes your fingers and smiles at you as you look at him.

"I missed you," you say softly.

"I missed you even more"

Fives

"It's about time you showed up," he says impatiently.

You look at him, puzzled.

"You're not at all surprised to see me here?"

Fives smirks, "I know you, sweet Mesh'la, you know it's dangerous, you know basically no one wants you to put yourself in danger, especially not for me, but you're more stubborn than a defiant Bantha."

You snort.

"You could at least pretend to be happy. Well, so much for the surprise"

He chuckles.

"My dear, would you rather I hadn't expected you and assumed you'd abandon me?"

You think for a second as you open the cell door and finally shake your head with a pout.

He comes toward you smiling and says, "There you go. And don't get me wrong, I'm overjoyed that you're here, so stop pouting, love."

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he finally says, "Let's get out of here before we both end up in that cell."

Tech

He sits there like a heap of misery, they have taken away his belt with the datapad and his tools, his weapons too, of course. As Tech sits there, he looks pretty lost.

"Hey Genius," you say quietly, trying to get his attention.

Tech looks up in surprise.

"Cyare!"

He jumps up and comes to the cell door. Tech looks relieved and worried at the same time.

"Are you sure no one saw you?" he asks tensely.

"I am," you say confidently.

He sighs with relief and says, "It's good to see you, my dear."

"Likewise," you return with a smile.

As you open the cell door, Tech explains in his matter-of-fact way, "I have weighed and calculated some options, but have come to the conclusion that my situation is hopeless without outside help. In a way, I had already mentally prepared myself to die here."

You frown and look at him reprovingly.

"I don't want to hear anything like that!"

Puzzled, he looks at you.

"The other day you told me to always tell you what's on my mind whenever I feel like I need to get something off my chest."

"I- yes, that's true of course, Tech, sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I just don't want you to give up on yourself."

"I didn't, I knew you'd come."

You say, "Just now, you said you expected to die in here."

He raises a finger and says, "In fact, in case you got caught and killed yourself, which was highly likely."

"You do have an incredible amount of faith in me" you say sarcastically with a small humorless smirk.

Again he raises his finger, "This has nothing to do with trust or faith, I was merely calculating probabilities"

Shaking your head you look up at him, "My dearest genius, sometimes you might want to try listening to your gut more."

As again his finger goes up in the air, and he opens his mouth, you encircle the finger with your hand so that it's in your fist. He looks at you puzzled and falls silent.

You say, "Enough. Let's go get you out of here, sweetheart"

"Good idea, my love"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[wormtitty]

Kinktober Day 4: telepathy (armand/daniel + louis)

on AO3 here.

“Having fun, Daniel?” Oh. That's Louis’ voice in his head. He freezes. 

Of course Armand notices. The rhythmic thrusting slows to a gentle grind. “Daniel?” He asks, so polite. 

“I’m fine - keep going, I just.” He cuts himself off as Louis chuckles, low in the depths of his mind. “Um.” 

Armand bends over him until their noses nearly touch, cupping his face in both palms. The movement shifts his cock even deeper inside of him. Daniel swears he can feel it in his fucking throat. 

“Where is your mind, Daniel? You’ve gone elsewhere.” Its - cute. How Armand peers at him like he’s studying his molecular makeup yet caressing the sides of his face as if he’s something precious. 

“Something like that? A crash course on vampire telepathy might be helpful right about now, I think.” 

Armand hums, inquisitive, and brushes a kiss to his forehead. It shouldn't be so endearing, this tenderness and attention from the guy who’s currently eight-inches deep in his guts, but Daniel’s always had crossed wires about this kind of shit, so sue him. 

“He can’t read your mind, Daniel. You going to tell him who you’re talking to while he’s fucking you?” 

I am not talking to you, he projects, or at least he hopes he does. Not on purpose.

Daniel pulls Armand down by the back of his neck and closes the distance between them, licking into his mouth sweetly. He rocks up against him, reminds him how good he’s making Daniel feel before he drops the bomb. 

“It’s - aw, hell - it’s Louis.” A shocked sound reverberates around him, Armand’s and Louis’ joint surprise echoing like a feedback loop. Armand starts to pull away. Daniel grips him tight, doesn’t let him get far. “It’s not like I intended for this to happen, alright? But he’s here and now I don’t -” He cuts himself off with a frustrated groan.

Armand goes corpse-still.

“Pity, I was enjoying myself.” Louis chimes in. Don’t you have your own vampire daddy to bother? Daniel shoots back. “He’s busy, you know, rehearsals at all hours of the night. You know how it is.” 

Daniel does not, in fact, know how it is. Armand seems to be always at his side these days, hovering like an overattentive mother. Making up for lost time, he guesses. 

Speaking of, the vampire above him seems to snap back to life again, blinking rapidly out of his stupor. “Armand?” Daniel runs his hands up and down his flank in broad strokes, as if soothing a spooked horse instead of the centuries-old apex predator that’s currently balls deep inside of him. 

“Let him listen, then.” He sniffs, obviously trying his best to appear unaffected. Daniel sees right through him, but he’d kind of like to get off tonight, so he doesn’t call him on his bluff.

You hear that? Louis hums in his head, confirming. Daniel gets the sense that he’s settling in. Keep the commentary to yourself, at least.

And he does, for a little while. Armand sets about fucking him with renewed fervor, nosing along the line of his neck and mouthing at his jaw wetly. He snaps his hips, mean and punishing and exactly how Daniel likes it. That cock of his brushes against his prostate on every other thrust. He almost forgets about their telepathic visitor.

“He’s big, isn’t he? Makes you feel like you’re split open.” Jesus Christ. Daniel grinds his teeth together, slides a leg up and over Armand’s hip, pulling him closer, closer still. He tries not to think about Louis in his place, fails spectacularly. His traitorous cock jerks, leaking a drop of red, adding to the already sticky mess between his legs. 

“Are you close, Daniel?” He’s panting like a dog, more confused and turned on than he’s been in ages, Armand lighting up his insides like a fucking christmas tree and Louis whispering sweet nothings in his head. For one single second Daniel wishes Louis was actually there, with them, then immediately shoves the thought out of his mind as Armand reaches between them to wrap a hand around his dick.

“Yes, yeah, gonna come, like that - fuck, baby,” he’s babbling, he knows, but he can’t do a damn thing to stop the nonsense from slipping out. 

“Good boy,” Louis’ praise sends a shudder through him, and that’s it, he’s done for. Armand gets one more good thrust in before Daniel clamps down around his cock, spilling hot and wet between their bodies.

[sweetcollywobbles]

whiskey neat. | yan!re6! leon kennedy x reader

TOO SWEET by hozier ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 1:00

HAPPY SEPTEMBER 30TH!!! i just wanted to pop something out for the day, so have this really badly written one-shot that i'll maybe (or maybe not) fix up. but that doesn't matter because i am no writer and this is all for shits and giggles.

tw: implied drugging and implied kidnapping

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leon was too old for this. for this crush thing that he's been dealing with recently. a thirty-six-year-old man shouldn't have to deal with the butterflies, the random flustered faces at work, and the fantasies that were too explicit to share.

yet she's absolutely enamored him. heart and soul, he'd say, she's taken it. while she, his darling angel, has no absolute idea what she's done to him.

she started as the new F.O.S intern, tasked with the job of helping leon out with his daily schedule there at the office while learning a few things from hunnigan. yes, it wasn't all about him, but it was still something that leon wasn't too fond of. sure, he's gotten lazy on paperwork, but leon didn't see a need to have a babysitter. it's demeaning and insulting. especially for someone who's given all his life to this goddamn coun-

leon's internal rant was cut off when he saw her, sitting down in the conference room waiting to meet him. she was in her early twenties, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. she was the prettiest little thing he'd ever seen.

leon had changed his mind in an instant. with those berry pouted lips, she could absolutely demean the life out of him if she wanted to. command him like an absolute dog.

and that's how it's been for the past year now, moving from F.O.S intern to leon's personal assistant. leon had somehow convinced her that it was a much better position for her than being an F.O.S agent. and for whatever reason, she agreed.

since then, leon’s joked that she was his work wife. she got him to meetings on time, made sure all of his paperwork was filed properly, and made sure he looked presentable wherever he went. and he would take her out for lunch and buy her presents. it’s a fair trade, she thought. but she never figured that he would take her job description too seriously. that he would look at all the things she was supposed to do as anything romantic.

but she should've known better. leon had always been a bit too touchy with her. a hand always placed at the small of her back, the soft touches on her cheek, and the excuses to always have her hand in his. not to mention the way he looked at her. goodness, she would've guessed she hung the moon, created the stars, and lit up the sun every day. leon’s love-stricken gaze went right over her silly head.

what an idiot.

leon thought it nice to finally have someone to dote on, much less someone to dote on him too. it was something he had only ever dreamed of. and with his approaching birthday, leon’s fear of growing old with no one was steadily becoming a reality.

he needed that to change, and she was going to help him.

leon will invite her to share an early birthday meal with him in his office. maybe some greasy chinese takeout and a bottle of whiskey. but he'll leave a small surprise for her in her glass.

they'll both eat and share a few laughs.

but halfway through, she'll start to feel sleepy, and he'd assure her that it's okay to take a nap. he'll wake her if someone comes looking for her. but that nap will last a few hours, which will give him enough time to sneak her out of the building and into his car. or maybe he won't. maybe leon will parade her around in his arms, tell people that she wasn't feeling well, and he's taking her to the on-site clinic and then home. ya'know like a good supervisor.

a good, caring, loving supervisor.

what can he say? he's a good guy.

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hope you enjoyed! xxox