#i hope they're doing alright wherever they are now lmao

[barkingangelbaby]

watching seven hours of lotr today was good for my soul <3

[blockgamepirate]

R = Rose (well, it's probably her), E = The Ender King

R: Long ago, E: A lifetime ago,

R: there was a child of the sky… E: there lived a man who fancied himself an explorer. . .

R: whose feathers were as dark as the night, of wings E: who flew with angels' wings,

R: that span across the Heavens. E: as vast as the endless Void.

R: He would take flight, possessing an unwavering spirit E: He soared wherever his whims took him,

R: and journeying through the unknown with a brave heart. E: claiming the treasures and secrets of the unknown as his own.

R: Day by day, E: Time after time,

R: he overcame trials and tribulations, an unwavering soul. E: he fought through trials no person was ever meant to survive.

These opening lines match so closely and it makes the differences in wording and tone very noticeable and interesting.

Rose (I'm just gonna assume it's her, alright) calls Phil a "child of the sky", the Ender King a "man who fancied himself an explorer". Rose is older than the Ender King and she's a protector, she views him as a child. The Ender King is scornful of others doesn't care about anyone but himself and views Phil as a man but immediately implies that Phil himself doesn't understand himself as well as he understands him.

Rose refers to the wings as "dark" but for the Ender King dark wings are kinda obvious, I mean what other kinds of wings are there, right? Instead he focuses on the comparison with angels, because feathers are kind of an alien concept for him, maybe, idk.

What Rose sees as "unwavering spirit", the Ender King sees as "whims", what Rose sees as journeying with a brave heart, the Ender King sees as conquest of the unknown. I think both are majorly projecting here lmao. They're describing themselves more than they're describing Phil.

Rose stresses Phil's unwavering soul "overcoming" trials, the Ender King sees them as battles to be "fought", maybe with a hint of grudging respect for Phil's success against all odds?

The rest of the text in each letter is less obviously mirrored, but the broad lines are still the same:

Rose describes Phil’s misfortune as seemingly having no clear reason, it’s just something that happened and it was a tragedy, but there's still hope for him. She focuses on his feelings of sadness and the way his presence was missed.

The Ender King blames Phil and sees this as some sort of divine punishment for his greed, again projecting his own faults onto Phil, that can only be escaped through redemption. This is clearly how he sees his own predicament now. And he draws that connection himself, explicitly.

I think by this point it's obvious that Rose views Phil as a child (her child?), the Ender King views him as a reflection of himself.

Rose only mentions herself off-handedly, doesn’t make a big deal of herself and even tries to dismiss her identity as unimportant. She only expresses her familiarity with Phil and that she feels his pain and wants to help him. She assures him that they will meet again (not realising that her message ended up being everything but comforting for him, oops.)

The Ender King talks about himself almost as much if not more than he talks about Phil, and only sees Phil’s value in his relation to himself. He makes a big deal about being THE ONLY ONE who can help Phil, which he offers to do, in the most condescending way possible. ”to grant you the peace of mind you so desperately seek”, okay dude.

And of course the way he addresses Phil is full of mockery where Rose's is full of gentle praise. It's interesting that he calls Phil by name, though, while Rose only addresses him by the same sobriquet she used in the beginning, "child of the sky".

It's also interesting how Rose seems to focus a LOT on Phil's wings, but it's hard to say if this is metaphorical or literal (or both). The Ender King's letter definitely makes it sound more like it's about Phil's mental state, him seeking "peace of mind". Rose also sort of touches on something related to that with the comment about his memories, but that's kinda it. The Ender King refers to his derealisation episodes very bluntly. Although I don't think either of them mean the problems with derealization is the thing he needs guidance for, considering they're BOTH actively making it worse with their messages.

If I were to guess, it's probably about him losing his memories and getting trapped on Quesadilla Island? idk. Possibly also the wings but I'm starting to lean towards the wings just needing to heal on their own and he probably doesn't actually need help with that.

Anyway, there are a lot of differences between the letters, but there are also a lot of core similarities: both of them are in a way treating him as a child, or a naive and childish person, both of them recognise his pain, both of them offer guidance and relief for said pain, although one through "faith" and one through "redemption" (oh boy there's a lot to say about that particular contrast that one could maybe make some real life comparisons about...) and although Rose does it a lot more, both of them associate him heavily with his wings.

I feel like there's also a certain level of respect for him in both letters, paradoxically. You wouldn't think that from how you have this almost coddling tone on one hand and mocking and condescending on the other. But they both describe him as a larger-than-life figure, almost like a mythical creature or a legendary hero (hero in the ancient sense of the word). And the way they BOTH emphasize the unfathomable vastness of his wings in such similar ways also doesn't seem coincidental. That's not how you (as a god) describe a mortal man, that's how you describe a fellow divine being.

(Honestly, these descriptions almost sound like he's a personification of a natural force, like he isn't just like the night or like the darkness, he is the night, he is the darkness, he is the void. What else would have wings that stretched out across the entire sky?)

And of course they both ultimately see him as someone worthy of their divine guidance.

I'm so excited to see if the other deities send him their own messages, I can't wait

[pkmnnursecass]

2 , 3 , 5 , and 32 !! ^_^

Ciao!!

2 - My Unovan horoscope is Simipour!! (Feb 16!!) 🩷

3 - I've been to three regions so far! (Not including Unova lol) I visited Alola when I was around eight with my family, and then more recently I was studying Pokémon Nursing in Kalos!!! And now I'm in Galar!

5 - I was SO obsessed with Zekrom and Reshiram and the Swords of Justice growing up, you would not believe!! I still think they're really neat, but I'm not sure if I'd be as ecstatic to meet them nowadays...I think I'd be more terrified than amazed lmao

32 - Hm...I've never really thought about it!! I guess if anything, there was this yellow Meowstic that followed around a park in Lumiose (I'm pretty sure Meowstic aren't yellow???). I don't know if he belonged to a Trainer or if he was a wild Pokémon, but he was adorable!! I even gave him a bit of my sandwich!! He disappeared right after my friend showed up, though, and I haven't seen him since....I hope he's doing alright wherever he is 🩷

[handern]

Hi Devy! I just started a D&D game where I'm playing a ship captain in a fantasy age of exploration. I wanted some advice if you have it.

Sentient magical storms made deep-water navigation risky & expensive until about 50 years ago. Technologically, we're lookkng at a time range between the 1400s and the late 1700s. My character is a solo merchant taking up local contracts in a region similar to the mediterranean/Indian ocean. He's not part of a fleet, and is just a little bit shady.

Do you have any recommendations for the type of ship he should have? I'm thinking about something like a caravel right now, but I don't know a lot about sailing!

oooh hell yeah I hope you have fun in that campaign 👀

-> first things first, I just like boats a lot, I don't know all types of boats, but I have visited quite a few and even sailed w some of them, but I'm also a very petty person, so this is just my own very biased opinion, I'm more knowledgeable on how boats work than on the history of how they were used/when/why/by whom

I just think they're neat.

-> choice of boat depends on the length of the trips, the type of cargo and the wealth of the merchant, but I'd say caravel is a p good pick

you do need quite some money and time to get a ship built, then most owners would push their boats way too much, with minimal repairs and almost no regards for the crew

the owner big ships rarely sailed on them (still don't lmao), if they're wealthy enough to own a ship, they are usually wealthy enough to pay a crew, a captain who owns his boat isn't rare, but it's not the norm

-> speaking of crew, it takes a lot more people than people think to man an old timey ship, there's a whole lot more jobs to do than people know of and a whole lot more tasks than just drinking whiskey and napping ; wind changes fast, so you're always changing the sails first of all

-> caravels are good ships but they are so SMALL they stress me out they're the french bulldog of ships to me, even the captain's cabin is insanely small they have like two sails and half and 2m square of living space, nowhere to store that much food what do you MEAN they went across the oceans on these what the fuck

they're very good on the open sea and great near the coast too, usually boats are best either for the open sea (less maneuverable but sturdier and more stable) or for the coast (need to dodge rocks, so smaller without need for deep waters), but caravels are good at both

so I'd say it's a good pick but they stress me out, me, personally

I like their sails though, they have very cute sails even if there's not enough of them

-> another thing about sails

you do NOT cut off a rope and climb on it. you do not do that.

first of all rope is expensive

second of all every single rope that's tied to something has a use, and cutting off a rope is how you get an entire sail to fall on someone or worse.

third of all, rope is sturdy, you don't cut a rope w just one swing of your saber, that's not how it works (side eyeing pirate movies)

-> oh and one last thing, weather and dominant winds change a lot depending on where you sail exactly

the Mediterranean Sea is a lot calmer than the Indian Ocean, but it still is dangerous of course

-> surprisingly, the closer you are to shores, the more dangerous things get, if your ship is well built it can go through the ocean alright, but closer to the shores there are rocks and currents and the winds might not be helping you out at all, while on the open ocean you kind of just can go wherever

-> navigation near the coast really isn't the same at all as navigation in the open sea, it requires different tools and knoweldge so if you can see the coast you can't get lost, but in the middle of the ocean you have to be good at math and physics

-> one last thign for real now, boats are slow. you can't have a car race with a boat. they're slow. they're not meant to be fast they're meant to be holding cargo and be safe on the sea.

if they're fast they're made of carbon with no cargo inside

but this is DnD so go nuts and make all the dramatic boat races you want, hell, you can even put an engine on it or say it was made in a special metal alloy that's lighter than wood and more resistant and has enchanted anodes so it never rusts

[fiction-box]

Omg thank you so much for doing my last request I absolutely LOVED it!!!!! Your characterization of Felix and Sylvain are so wonderfully on point and I'm still squealing over the part where Felix asks reader to teach him how to heal them dsjfkdjfj (and rolling my eyes over Sylvain's antics lmao. What an incorrigible lad (affectionate))

I hope you don't mind me coming back for more 👀 I've recently started replaying 3h so I'm having so many thoughts about my children <3 this one is an idea that came from a dream I had! Basically reader and Claude have been friends for a while (either childhood friends or they made friends at the beginning of the year). It's the white heron ball and they sneak off bc neither of them are so into all the pomp and circumstance. They're just goofing off in one of the nearby wings and making fun of the church's collection of paintings when Claude realizes in that moment that he's in love with the reader ;)

Extra details about reader if you'd like: they're not all that great at lying or scheming unlike Claude and they're basically his voice of reason/holder of the brain cell (when it comes to reigning him back from some of his more outlandish/dangerous schemes). They've also been secretly in love w Claude for at least a year before the ball hehe

Thank you again in advance and feel free to take the ending wherever you like!!

That is wonderful news! I value characterization as a point; if the character isn't depicted as themselves, the work isn't special. It could be about literally anyone, which is the opposite of what I want. Hopefully, I did the same thing this time!

Requests are open. The story will continue under the cut.

It was the month of the Garreg Mach Ball. In celebration of the festivities, members of the church had lined the cathedral with old paintings correlated to the Seiros faith.

You were never the most devout believer, Claude knew. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw you in the cathedral.

He had used this knowledge to his advantage, however, in order to devise a fun way to spend the night. Away from the ball itself, of course; neither of you were one for dancing.

“Can I open my eyes, now?”

“So impatient,” the Alliance noble teased. “Just trust me, okay? We’re almost there.”

“Claude, I don’t need to be blindfolded to know we’re crossing the bridge to the Cathedral right now. I know where I am and where I’m going, so there’s no need to restrict my vision,” you countered.

“Fine then. If you’re so confident, I guess you don’t need me to guide you.”

He took his hands away from yours and turned to walk away. Previously, you had been talked through your route and helped along the way. Of course, it was mainly so you wouldn’t trip on anything or veer off the planned course.

There were only two setbacks: One, moving with you blindfolded was a lot slower, and two, Claude had to walk backwards in order to do it right.

So he knew he only had to wait a moment before you-

“Come on, you know that’s not what I meant. But, I suppose if my hands are free, I can take off this blindfold.”

That wasn’t what he wanted you to say. You always were one to surprise him, though.

He realized you weren’t bluffing, either. It was only when your hands actually began to untie the knot behind your head that Claude reacted.

“Alright, fine. I’ll guide you. But you have to keep your eyes covered, alright?”

The only thing he got in response was a sigh and the sight of your hands returning to the position they were in when he held them earlier. Claude returned to his position as well, sliding your hands into his own and beginning to walk backwards to the cathedral.

“Careful, there’s a rock there. Move to your left- No, your other- Look, just because you can’t see doesn’t mean you suddenly forget which way is left!” he laughed.

“I…I’m doing my bes- ouch!”

Whoops. He had forgotten to direct you around that one.

“Sorry, my bad!” 

Glancing around, he pointed his eyes back at the monastery. You weren’t even a quarter of the way across. At this pace, someone was going to see you two crossing the bridge and all of this would be pointless.

So, he let go of your hands and maneuvered around you.

“Seriously? I thought you said you would- woah! What-?”

He scooped you up into his arms and walked at a much more effective pace toward the cathedral. He felt your arms come to rest against his chest.

“Nope,” he grinned, “just some random person that saw us walking on the bridge and decided to carry you to our destination.”

“Claude? That is you, right?” you asked. It was a silly question in his head, but he supposed you were blindfolded. The key sense you had been using for identification was gone, and the noble could feel you tensing up.

“Ha-ha,” you quipped. Though the response meant you knew it was him, Claude noticed that the tension still didn’t leave your body. Interesting.

“Relax,” he tried to reassure you, “I’m not gonna drop you or anything.”

“Just…get us to wherever we’re going so I can take this thing off.”

Eventually, you rested your head against his chest. There was nowhere else to put it, he supposed, but he still hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

Maybe that's the reason, Claude thought. After all, he would be on edge too if he failed to identify someone he knew. Without your sight, you were left prone to people you didn’t know, or to others that wanted to hurt you.

A few more hurried paces brought the two of you to the entrance of the cathedral. Claude carried you inside, and once he found what he was after, he placed you back on your feet.

“Ready?”

“I’ve been inside the cathedral before. But I suppose if you really think there’s something-”

Swiftly, he pulled away the cloth tied around your head. He noted that, despite the low-light setting the two of you were in, you still had to squint and blink to let your eyes adjust. Moonlight was brighter than darkness, he supposed.

“I think you’re the one that needs to be patient. The amount of times you’ve caught me off guard tonight by cutting me off is getting out of hand.”

“Pretty sure I’m not needing to wait on anything else, for now. This is what I wanted to show you.”

His eyes followed yours when you took in your surroundings.

“Art,” you commented. You began to travel about the space, taking in as much of it as you could despite the heavy shadows cast by the moon.

Claude began to talk as you explored, “Yep. They pulled it out especially for the ball. Not for auction, so it’s likely just to show off.”

“Ha! To show off art like this?”

He turned to observe which piece had caught your eye.

“Raphael’s little sister could do better than this…scribble!” you scoffed. “What is this even meant to be?”

“Can’t you tell? It’s very clearly a…” he squinted at the label beneath the piece, “...“census count by early Nabateans.” Honestly, you’re so uncultured. How is it that you’re even still allowed around me?”

Laughter spills from your lips at his teasing, and he can’t help but want to hear more.

You moved to the other side of the room, following a path illuminated by the moon. He found himself led to a piece lit up just as brightly. It looked to be a painting of an older man, but all the colors ran together in unappealing locations.

“Alright then, oh great art connoisseur, try this one.”

“And no cheating!” you glared in mock-suspicion, moving your body so as to obstruct his view from the written description.

He looked at the painting a moment before coming to a conclusion, “Easy. That's just Professor Hanneman.”

“Pfft, what? Now you’re just grasping at straws.”

“No, I’m serious! Look-” the Riegan heir moved to stand on one of the pews a few paces away. He held the index finger of one of his hands out, then positioned the fingers on his other hand so that his fingertips were touching his thumb. After lifting his arms above his head and positioning so that the moon shone on them just right, he was satisfied.

“Alright, now turn around and tell me that’s not Hanneman.”

You did so, noticing that the shadows Claude created formed a makeshift mustache and monocle, respectively.

“How did you-? That truly resembles Professor Hanneman!” you gasped.

“See? Another point for the connoisseur!”

“Okay, that’s enough out of you!” you grinned, moving to help him down from the pew.

He took your arm in his, “Good, because now it’s your turn.”

“What? Hey-! S-Slow down!”

Claude led you down along the same wall you were observing at the right-most side of the cathedral. There was a sketch he saw that depicted all of the crests, which was where you both came to a sudden halt.

“This one? Okay, that’s art of all the crests, right?”

“Sure. If you’re boring.”

“Excuse me?”

“For example,” he pointed your eyes toward one part of the work in particular. “You might say this is the crest of Dominic, but if you look at it my way, I think it’s an eye.”

You squinted; you were probably trying to see it his way. Then, your own eyes widened.

“Oh! I see it now!”

“Great, then you can give it a go.”

“Hmm…” your eyes scanned over the page. They lingered on certain crests longer than others. Eventually, though, your eyes had made a full trip around the paper before settling on the Daphnel crest.

“This one. I can pick out a person in the middle holding a crown over their own head. Those two little squiggles at their sides are wings.”

“Woah, that one’s much better than mine. I’ve always thought it was a trident, but I suppose you’d have to disregard the dot in the middle for that to work.”

Your gaze went back to work scanning the crest, and Claude knew it was to try forming the image he described.

“...maybe. But then it would be between what? Waves? Two stones?”

At that last point, your expression lit up.

“Wait, that reminds me! There’s something I’ve always wanted to see.”

The archer trailed you at a light jog as you led the way away from the painting and out of the cathedral to the left balcony. He slowed his pace not much later. There weren’t many places for you to run off to from this enclosed area, after all. Once he saw where you were headed, though, he came to a walk.

You had paused in front of the Goddess Tower.

“This stone structure is always guarded,” you began, “and when it isn’t, it’s always locked when I try to get in.”

“Oh, is it, now? And here I thought you were above trespassing.”

Claude caught up to your side and laughed when you elbowed him. Your curiosity did have a tendency to get in the way of your morals, he knew. It was the reason he was able to pull you out here tonight, and it was the same reason you would chime in for some of his more outlandish ventures ever since you had met.

“Well? Don’t you want to go inside?”

Your mouth formed a pout. How cute; he’d have to try to elicit that reaction from you more often. 

“You can try the handle if you’d like. I know it won’t work, but…I can think of more than a few things I’d trade away just to look inside.”

Interesting. Not only did you not seem to know what this place was, but you were also unaware it was unlocked right now.

He could have some fun with this.

“I don’t think that will be necessary. Besides,” he winked, “I’ve got a good feeling about tonight.”

Claude turned away from you as he closed the short distance to the door. Casually, he opened it and took a step inside.

“What-? How?”

Before he could respond, you had managed to close the distance and lightly push past him into the tower.

You must have really wanted in if you didn’t have anything else to say. Something told him you didn’t really care about getting your questions answered, either.

Intrigued as he was about the inside of the structure (he had always wondered what the interior looked like, too), Claude was nowhere near as interested as you were. He could deduce as much by how quickly you climbed the stairs. Soon, though, he heard your footsteps come to a halt.

“I don’t get it.”

When the house leader had made it to the top of the staircase, he understood what you meant.

The room was dark and gloomy. Nothing decorated the walls, and the only thing on the floor was the crest of Seiros. The cold stone of the room only made it feel even less welcoming. Thankfully, he found that there was no dust on any of their surroundings. Someone must have cleaned the place before it was unlocked.

He watched as you turned to him, brows furrowed, “Why would anyone care enough to keep a place like this under lock and surveillance?”

“Ah, you don’t know where you are, do you?” he teased.

“What, you mean this place really is special?”

“This is the Goddess Tower.” When he saw that the name didn’t bring any clarity to your expression, he continued, “From what I know, there’s a legend about this place. If a man and a woman come here on this night and pray for the same thing together, the Goddess will answer and grant them their wish.”

“Okay…” you paused. He could practically see the gears turning in your head.

“Don’t put too much faith in it, though. I’m pretty sure it’s just a rumor, anyway.”

“It must be,” you frowned, scanning the room one more time. “If I were the Goddess, I think I’d stay far away from this place. Why not pick somewhere more ethereal?”

He noticed you tense up and turn back to him, “Hang on, how come you knew about this and I didn’t? You heard a rumor, and you’re telling me you just…forgot to mention it to me?”

“My deepest apologies, my lady.” Claude altered his tone to sound mockingly high-brow and gave a sweeping, exaggerated bow. “I swear to you from now on that I will report any and all information I gather back to you. Whether it be true, false, or otherwise.”

“Good,” you giggled, “and you’d do well to remember it!”

As he moved further into the room, House Riegan’s heir noticed something attached to the wall. Something noticeably not stone.

“Hey, check this out.”

At the sound of his voice, you moved closer to what he was looking at.

It was a large wooden door. It expanded almost to the top of the room, its handle a heavy metal ring. The discovery was interesting, but Claude didn’t know where it would lead. There was nothing on the outside of the tower that he noticed resembled a second room.

You brushed your hand along it, “No keyhole. It can’t be locked.”

“Well, then. I think we both know what needs to happen next.”

Together, you both leaned against the doors and pushed. They were heavy and didn’t give easily, but they opened nonetheless.

There was a small ledge serving as a balcony. No railing protected you two from falling to the bottom, he noted, but what truly caught his attention was the view.

Granted, he had seen a great deal of sights from atop his wyvern, but that didn’t make this moment any less beautiful. The stars were glowing with constellations he could recognize. The moon was about a third of the way through its route in the sky and shone brighter than he remembered. He could make out trees and houses by moonlight, and the streetlamps from nearby towns glowed as earthly stars.

Your footsteps brought him out of his trance. The brunet watched as you moved out onto the balcony, bracing your hand against the wall to ground yourself. Once he noticed your widened eyes reflecting the light of the moon, Claude knew you, too, were captivated by the scene in front of you.

He almost wished you would look at him like that.

“Forget the paintings. I could’ve been staring at this all night?”

He flung his hand over his heart, “How cruel! I was under the impression that you and I were having fun tonight!” He sighed dramatically, “But, I suppose you don’t value my company as much as I do yours.”

Even that wasn’t enough to get you to tear your eyes away, it seemed.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just…”

You didn’t finish your thought, probably because you knew you didn’t have to. He turned his head back towards the other sight beyond the doors. Words weren’t enough to describe it, so his mind did its best to preserve the picture.

“I think I can understand why it’s guarded, now,” he admitted. At this, you finally turned to face him. “The church probably wouldn’t want all those young lovers stealing away up here and making wishes too often.”

You turned back to the view, nodding in agreement, “Lover or no, I know I would.”

Claude looked to you, and in that moment he wished he could keep the door unlocked. Only for you. He wanted no one else to know about this place, save for the two of you, and he wanted it to remain unguarded if only so you could make your way up here every night.

And he wished he could join you. Not just so you wouldn’t be alone, and not just because you were his friend, either. Whether it was a rumor or not, Claude wanted to share his wish with you here every year.

“Then I would, too.”

“Huh?” you looked back at him again. He had caught you off guard. Good.

“If you came up here all the time, I would always come with you.”

“That’s good. Part of me would need you to be here with me every time.”

He swore his heart stopped in his chest. To remedy its mistake, it began beating faster than it had before.

“Oh? And why is that?”

Your face broke into a smile, “Because clearly, I don’t know how to open the door.”

Now it was his turn to be caught off guard. By the time he had recovered, though, you had already run past him and down the staircase.

Oh, you knew exactly what you were doing.

The archer sped out of the tower, chasing the sound of your laughter. It echoed throughout the cathedral as you made your way toward the bridge.

In truth, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he caught up to you. But that was his favorite part of being with you: he got to live in the present.

You could both deal with the moment when it came. For now, Claude would enjoy the moment he was living in.

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 8

Request: Yes or No

Sam and y/n had more development than y/n and Wanda lmao

~

You crossed your arms as you entered the room, glancing at the older man. You shared a look with Sam and Wanda, taking a seat in between Sam and Vision. You licked your lips, leaning towards Sam.

"What's this about?" You asked quietly, gaze flickering to Tony who sat in a corner.

"If I had to guess.. Probably about what happened in Lagos." Sam replied, glancing at Steve and Natasha. You frowned, looking at the Secretary of State.

"The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt." He began, gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

"You have.. Fought for us, protected us, risked your lives but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the term 'vigilantes.'"

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asked, studying the older man. You looked back at Tony Stark, making brief eye contact with him. It felt like an intervention. Or a teacher scolding their class after they made the sub cry.

"How about dangerous?" You frowned, looking forward when you heard his words.

"What would you call a group of US based enhanced individuals who routinely ignore borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, quite frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" Mr. Secretary asked, looking over the small group in disappointed. You'd hate to admit it, but he had a point. The citizens of Sokovia were left to find new homes and the people of Lagos had to fix what had been destroyed. Mr. Secretary stepped to the side, looking at the screen. Videos began playing of all the times the Avengers caused destruction and most likely death. Wanda looked away, growing uncomfortable as the aftermath of the Lagos incident played. She already felt guilty enough about it. She had told you many times how she wished it would've gone differently. Steve noticed, frown deepening.

"That's enough." He called, watching the screen turn off.

"For the last few years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's a decision the governments of the world can no longer tolerate." Mr. Secretary told them, hands clasped behind his back. You frowned, brows furrowing slightly.

"But we have a solution." Mr. Secretary took a book from his bodyguard, stepping forward and handing it to Wanda. Wanda picked it up, looking it over.

"The Sokovia Accords.. Approved by a hundred and seventeen countries." Wanda slid the book over to Rhodes so he could take a proper look at it. You looked at Mr. Secretary as he walked around the table.

"It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of The United Nations Panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary."

"That's such bullshit." You whispered. Mr. Secretary turned towards you, cocking a brow. Natasha let an amused smile slip while Sam covered up his snicker with a cough.

"The Avengers were created to make the world a safer place." Steve spoke up before he could address you.

"This is the middle ground." Mr. Secretary said, walking to the front again and facing everyone.

"The Accords will be ratified in a couple days." Steve turned towards Tony, earning a silent response.

"I'll leave you to discuss."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Leave it to Natasha to say what was on everyones' minds. Mr. Secretary paused as he approached the door.

"Then you retire." He answered plainly. You watched him leave, picking up the cup of water infront of You You went to take a sip but it turned to ice before you could drink from it. With a small huff, you placed it down.

"That's new." Natasha called with a small smile, hoping to ease the tension in the room. You stood up, leaving the meeting room and heading to the lounge. The others followed, taking more comfortable seats on the couch. A debate quickly started between Rhodes and Sam while Steve looked through the Accords.

"Have you two thought about starting a debate club?" You asked, tapping the frozen water a few times before it finally turned back to normal water. Natasha let out a small snort, chuckling as she shook her head.

"I have an equation." Vision announced, stopping Rhodes and Sam. They turned towards him.

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of enhanced people has grown and during the same period, the number of world ending events has risen."

"So, it's Starks' fault?" You asked, leaning back in your seat with a tilted head. Tony scoffed from his spot on the couch, rolling his eyes.

"I'm saying, there might be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge, challenge insights conflict, and conflict... Breeds catastrophe. Oversight is not an idea that should be dismissed."

"I wish I understood half of what you said." You muttered softly, running your finger the leaf of a plant beside the seat. Natasha turned towards Tony, watching him.

"You're being uncharacteristic non-hyper verbal." Natasha pointed out softly as he looked at her with a deep sigh. Steve looked up from the Accords.

"It's cause he already made up his mind." Steve said, earning a small eye roll. Tony slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

"Actually, I'm nursing a headache." He muttered as he stood up, walking towards the coffee machine. He poured himself some coffee and grabbed a bottle of pills before sighing and placing down a device. He showed an image of a young man.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. A great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor level gig for the fall. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the people in Sokovia." Tony said, obviously agitated as he looked over everyone. You wondered why he now cared for the people who were injured during attacks.

"He wanted to make a difference although we'll never know cause we dropped a building on him while kicking ass." Everyone stayed silent as he spoke. You watched him take a pill, drinking it with the coffee.

"There's no decision making here. We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, we're no better than the bad guys."

"Tony, when someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Steve closed the Accords, looking at Tony with a frown.

"Who says we're giving up?"

"We are by not taking responsibilities for our actions. This document shifts the blame." Steve voiced his opinion, shrugging lightly.

"Steve, that is dangerously arrogant." Rhodes spoke up, shaking his head. Steve turned towards him.

"This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the world security counsel, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D, it's not HYDRA-"

"But it's run by people with agendas and agendas change." Steve pointed out as you rubbed your forehead, sighing softly. Both sides had good points but you sided with Steve. The team was obviously divided.

"What do you think, (Y/N)?" Vision asked, looking at you curiously. You licked your lips, gaze focusing on Tony.

"I'm curious as to why you care so much about this Charles guy. You've had, what was it? Eight years as Iron Man to care about the people who get hurt? Why now? Cause you realized one of those people could become the new you? Would you care this much about Charles if he had been a typical guy? No degree, no plans for the future, just a normal guy working a normal 9 to 5 job and just trying to make it through the week. I agree with Steve. What if something happens and they don't send us to help because it doesn't go with their agenda? People get hurt cause you've never set up a system to help after these things happen. You're a fucking billionaire, Tony. Make a company that's designed to help people get back on their feet after the Avengers bulldoze through cities." You said, legs crossing as you looked over everyone else. Steve gave a small nod, glad you were seeing his side. He checked his phone, abruptly standing and announcing he had to leave. You and the others watched him go in confusion.

"To answer your questions, I do care about normal people." Tony said, arms crossing. You let out a soft groan, leaning back in the couch.

"I'm sorry, what are you? Twelve? Didn't you turn twenty this year?" Tony cocked a brow, watching as you rolled your eyes and stood.

"Yeah, I did turn twenty. Surprised you knew considering you've never particularly liked me."

"Well, first impressions are everything and you did try impaling me with a branch."

"Maybe I should've."

"Alright, boys, let's calm down." Natasha called, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned and walked towards the steps, heading down to your room at the facility. You entered and plopped down on the bed, running a hand through your hair. You tapped your foot on the ground, fingers going to the root bracelets in an attempt to relax. Wanda opened the door, closing it behind her and sitting beside you.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly, staring at you in concern. You weren't one to snap at others so quickly.

"There's so much going on. The Accords, my fucking powers, the sudden change in Nat and Tony, you possibly getting into trouble cause of the Lagos incident.. That could've been me." You breathed out. Wanda frowned, brows furrowing.

"No, it wouldn't have."

"I shot fire out of my hands and turned water to ice without meaning to. They're getting unpredictable." You looked at her, grip on the roots tightening. Wanda's gaze flickered to the window, making you turn. Part of the window was covered in a thin layer of ice.

"And that just proved my point."

"You're an incredible person, (N/N). Have faith in yourself. You'll gain control of them sooner or later. You have beautiful powers that could change and heal the world." Wanda pointed out gently, having you rest your head on her shoulder. She softly began to hum a lullaby. You didn't understand the words but her soft voice proved to be soothing.

"Thank you."

~~~~~~~~~~

"Why'd you call me again?" You asked, toying with the strings of your hoodie as you looked around the cafe. You had planned on taking a nap and watching a new show on Netflix but it seemed like Steve had other plans for you.

"Because I trust you and need your help." Steve replied, fixing his baseball cap as he tried avoiding eye contact with civilians.

"Really?" You asked softly. Steve nodded, offering a smile. He licked his lips, nodding to the tv. You turned, looking at the news. You really didn't have to considering what they were showing was right down the street.

"Your friend?" You looked back at Steve with a tilted head.

"We gotta find him before anyone else does." Steve said. You nodded, watching him. Steve had been desperately trying to find his friend, Bucky, since the attempt on Furys' life.

"I'll go in alone. We don't want to seem threatening or set him off by going in as a trio."

"(Y/N)? Being threatening? He can't even scare a baby!" Sam said in amusement, shooting you a playful grin.

"Right back at you, bird boy."

"I'm sorry, who here is named after the top bird of prey?" Sam asked, leaning forward slightly as Steve let out an amused sigh.

"Oh, I didn't know you were named after eagles." You responded, smiling in triumph when Sam huffed lightly.

"Come on, you two." Steve chuckled, leaving the cafe and heading down the sidewalk.

"I don't trust Stark." You told them, arms crossing. Sam glanced at you as Steve turned into an alleyway.

"Not surprised considering the little fight you two had."

"I think he had Vis keep an eye on me and Wanda. I snuck out while he was with Wanda in the kitchen." You told him, frowning.

"Firstly, I'm an adult-"

"That's questionable."

"-And secondly, he's not my dad." You took off the hoodie as Steve unlocked a car parked in the alleyway, giving Sam the duffle bag with his outfit. You looked at your phone when it buzzed, seeing texts from Clint.

Clint

Heard you had a fight with Stark

Clint

You're officially an Avenger now

You smiled softly, chuckling softly at the texts. You waited for the guys to finish changing before taking the earpiece from Steve. The apartment building had been nearby so you and Sam headed onto the roof while Steve entered.

"How well do you think this will go?" You asked Sam, looking for any sign of law enforcement.

"Wanna bet?"

"How much?" You looked at him, giving a small grin. Sam looked up at the sky for a moment, thinking it over.

"30 bucks. I bet this will go to shit and this dude will escape."

"I bet we'll get into serious shit but this dude will either come with us or get caught." You replied. Sam stuck out his hand, nodding. You shook it, chuckling softly. You turned your head, noticing movement.

"We've got company, Cap."

"They're approaching from the south." Sam added, attention focused on them. You heard Steve begin to talk to someone, watching the cars pull in and get ready. You turned your head, hearing the door to the roof open.

"Shit." You whispered, letting Sam pick you up and lift you into the air. You could hear the fight going on inside through the earpiece.

"Should we help?" You asked, glancing up at Sam.

"No clue." Sam replied, watching Bucky jump from the apartment onto the roof of another building. You noticed someone running at a high speed, jumping up onto the roof and knocking Bucky down.

"They have cat ears." You mumbled, pushing Sam's arms away.

"Deal with them." You motioned to the German police force on the roof, hoping down onto the roof. You raised your hand, a root shooting out and grabbing the strangers arm, refraining them from clawing at Bucky. Bucky turned his head, making eye contact with you. Your eyes widened when the man grabbed the root, using what felt like super strength to toss you off the roof. You quickly used a root to grab onto the side, breathing out a sigh of relief. Sam took care of a helicopter before flying by to grab you.

"Thanks." You breathed out, holding onto him as he followed the chase. Steve, Bucky, and the cat guy went into one of the tunnels. Sam flew in once there was an opening, trying to help Steve with the cat guy. You huffed when the cat guy grabbed Sam's ankle, pointing your hand at him and shooting a strong gust of air. The cat guy lost his grip monetarily but quickly grabbed on again. Bucky threw up an explosive so Sam quickly stopped, flinging the guy off him. Sam landed, walking past the rubble. You sighed, raising your hands as you and Sam were quickly surrounded by cops.

"Mom's gonna kill me." You whispered.

"That's what you're concerned about?" Sam asked, glancing at you in disbelief.

"We're getting arrested, (Y/N)!"

[the-softest-bruise]

Post your favorite album by 8 artists you like and your favorite song from the album…

I'm counting on the expand post feature, if for some reason it doesn't work out oopsie haha *twirls hair* sorry for not being able to shut up about my questionable taste in music lmao. I have no idea how to add a read more on mobile in the year of the lord two thousand and twenty two

I was tagged by @lagloriana thank you so much! ❤️ (yes of course I wanna do it!! consider me down for getting tagged in anything really, even if it takes me several years to get around to doing it in the end)

I'm tagging @eulenspiegelei @burning-in-this-dark-world @melaninm0nster @maybecomedy (only if you want to of course! also please let me know if anyone wants to be removed from this post, that's no problem) (also!! if anyone wants to be added that shouldn't be a problem either! just lemme know)

Alright here goes, sorry in advance if anyone decides to listen to anything simply because I'm mentioning it here:

1. Lana del Rey / Ultraviolence - Cruel World (i don't know what it is but this song unlocks shrimp emotions in me. Also I'm aware how much she clashes with the rest of this list but she's everything and whenever she releases something new I will listen to it no questions asked. Hope I get to see her live on stage one day ❤️)

2. Alice Cooper / Brutal Planet - Cold Machines (probably not my favorite song by him generally speaking but probably my favorite song on that particular album on which I like every single one of the songs. The only singer on this list I've seen live on stage - twice - and intend to see again, fingers crossed. He means so much to me and my obsession with Your Dad's Music™ is entirely his fault because he started it when I heard Poison for the first time in 2008)

3. Limpbizkit / Chocolate Starfish and Hotdog Flavored Water - My Way (listen, if the music sounds like something that would be played at a small independent skateboard store that sells oversized hoodies it's very likely right up my alley, no matter if it's rap, rock or reggae or a mix of all of these genres)

4. Linkin Park / Meteora - Somewhere I Belong (I'd say I like Hybrid Theory just the same, maybe even more, but it's harder to pick a favorite song on there. One of the bands that means the most to me but that I hardly ever actually listen to anymore)

5. HIM / Deep Shadows and Brilliant Highlights - Beautiful (I remember so clearly the first time listening to this album in 2005~ish, I got the CD from the library and kept returning it just to immediately borrow it again until I finally bought it from the local record store. Feels like a melancholic summer night just after sundown)

6. Led Zeppelin / Mothership - When The Levee Breaks (yeah that's a Best Of Album, so what. It has all the good shit. Feels like late summer to me and I always listen to it in the car throughout September)

7. Metallica / Black Album - Wherever I May Roam (that's probably a controversial opinion, I know the black album is a breaking point in the band history for some fans. also, I don't necessarily consider myself a die hard fan despite literally owning a t-shirt lol. I do like this album though and have a lot of memories connected to it.)

8. Mötley Crüe (derogatory) (I have been listening to their music A LOT lately while literally thinking they're trash but not being able to fucking stop? I don't know which new mental illness I have discovered in me) / Theater of Pain - Home Sweet Home (here's the thing: Mötley Crüe is not even remotely in my top ten of favorite bands and theater of pain itself is okay I guess? However this fucking song? This FUCKING song?? Yes I DO take you to my heart. Yes I DO feel you in my bones. No I REALLY never feel left all alone when I just take this song. 😭❤️😭❤️✊😔❤️️ I love this song so much I've been considering getting a fucking tattoo of it for well over ten years now, that's how much it means to me. That's long enough to decide about a tattoo, right?? I should do it. Easily in my top five of favorite songs of all times EVER. Play this at my funeral I'm not even kidding)

[marigoldsandbuttercups]

Can I please have the UT, US, and UF boys with an s/o who is really anemic? Like, they're always cold, get tired easily, and have to wait a second when they stand up because they get a head rush. (dealing with my anemia atm and it suuuuucks!)

Aw dang, I hope you're feeling better now!!

The Boys With An Anemic S/O

Sans: He may not seem like it, but Sans is a major worrywart. He doesn't show it directly but you'll notice that he's asking how you feel very often and grabs whatever you need as soon as you mention it. Sans likes to look after the people he cares about, it makes him feel useful but this also unlocks his potential of being a mother hen that you'd never expect lmao

Papyrus: He's surprisingly more calm than Sans is, but that doesn't mean his not worried. Almost faints when he finds out that it's something to do with your blood and makes sure to do as much research as possible to help you out the best he can. On day where you feel too dizzy to stand up, no worries, The Great And Strong Papyrus is there to carry you wherever you want.

Blue: He worries a lot, too, especially when he sees how tired you are. He appreciates the effort that you make despite how hard it can be sometimes and he's always there to make sure you're alright. He also has good healing abilities so he can help you to ease your lightheaded whenever you experience it. Will also steal some of Stretchs blanket collection to keep you warm.

Stretch: The dude has a blanket collection, so if you're feeling cold, you're gonna have like three different blankets wrapped around you. Always keep an eye out on you and observes your symptoms so he can react more quickly if you needed some help. He'd try not to make a big deal out of it but this guy is full of anxiety, he's always worried but he really means well!

Red: Oh man, he's definitely worried alright. Considering the universe he comes from, Red can't help but be afraid of how you go about in your daily life and this ends up with him becoming very protective of you. It will also make him become more eager to look after you that it's almost impressive to Edge himself. Also will lend you his jacket or some of his more warmer sweaters to keep all warm and cozy, and hey, it's also perfect for cuddles. Also, he can knit so he can make some cozy stuff for you.

Edge: He goes full mother hen on you the moment he realizes what type of illness you're dealing with exactly. He's never really dealt with blood or anything of that sort something you will have to reassure him and quell some of his worries. Edge will absolutely make Red knit up some blankets for you, or maybe an extra comfy sweater to keep you warm. Though, he will not stop you from doing anything, he'll just watch you like a hawk.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: still stalking mckenna Joe: what, we can't BOTH like music? Joe: that's gonna be problematic for me tbh Ronnie: mozarts ghost aint gonna possess him in the encore Ronnie: you can fuck off Joe: you can enjoy your night Joe: I'll take my chances Ronnie: take your chances somewhere else Ronnie: or you wont have any Joe: you looking out for me? Joe: not necessary, I promise Joe: you look like you got your hands full as is Ronnie: its a threat Ronnie: shouldnt be necessary Joe: my apologies for making you work harder but its still not cutting it Ronnie: [throws something at him in a dangerous manner watch out everyone] Ronnie: we can both be into cutting Ronnie: not a problem for me Joe: [when he's probably with his flatmate or similar like they will complain honey they basics lmao, meanwhile just like 😏] Joe: careful, people will think you care Ronnie: what fucking people Ronnie: your girlfriend Joe: for one Ronnie: muzzle your bitch or give her shit to sink her teeth into Ronnie: it aint complicated Joe: I don't think not glassing randoms is exactly rocket science either Ronnie: nothing random about you Ronnie: you fucking wish Joe: you want some projection with that Joe: I found you, remember Ronnie: wasnt hiding nancy Ronnie: not still a runaway kid Joe: then don't hide Joe: I weren't looking for you, alright Ronnie: bullshit Ronnie: you said there aint no other bastards Joe: I meant tonight Joe: this is just coincidence, nothing more Ronnie: leave then Ronnie: your buyers remorse is about as welcome as you Joe: hardly Joe: that's not what it is either Ronnie: they were all out of shiny sisters baby Ronnie: take what you can get Joe: I've already got one of them Ronnie: yeah Ronnie: i remember Joe: you don't want a refill then Joe: replace the one you tossed Ronnie: you on the spectrum or do you not wanna read social cues Joe: well I ain't leaving either way but if you don't wanna make the most outta it Joe: 👍 Ronnie: keep putting words in my mouth & see what happens to yours like Joe: what spectrum are you on if you think that constitutes a please and thanks Ronnie: take it up with your ma Ronnie: she wasnt about to teach me how to play nice Joe: not really her forte Ronnie: thats why im still waiting for my plane ticket home yeah Joe: possibly Joe: I don't know Ronnie: 💔 Ronnie: how olds your good sister Joe: jury is out on good Joe: but 14 so we'll wait and see Ronnie: ill fucking drink to that Ronnie: if she was a write off shed already be Joe: depends on your perspective Joe: I try not to have one Joe: [is at bar] Ronnie: depends on your mas Ronnie: we cant all be black sheep Joe: exactly Joe: they don't really get on Joe: but she's probably just dreading the PTSD a teen pregnancy scare will bring Ronnie: should have kept me around Joe: yeah Ronnie: 1 more abortion and your country would offer me a fucking exorcism Ronnie: fun for all the family Joe: some girls have all the luck Joe: would not believe how hard it is for a lad to get one 🙄 Joe: [just putting the drinks for 'em on their table, when Charlie probs gonna flirt with you like oh hey] Ronnie: your girlfriend will let you hold her hand for her 1st Ronnie: stop sticking it in your cello & youll knock her up in no time Ronnie: [just staring at the drink like you've never seen one before] Joe: come on, she's CoE if I've ever seen it Joe: abortions? sure, but exorcisms ❌ Joe: [tryna just walk off but you know they'd be like who are you hello?! 'cos annoying lmao] Ronnie: not in ireland anymore baby Ronnie: [when you walk off like where the fuck have you got to be my dear] Joe: [at least he's not gonna drop the bomb, just being vague af like oh we met once or whatever goodbye] Joe: you gone yourself? 🛫🍀 Ronnie: on whos 💰 Joe: idk, your pals maybe Joe: but I've fucked off so he can at least top up your drink 'cos its long gone too Ronnie: wanker Ronnie: [comes back and punches charlie love you boy] Joe: [just wait 'til you have your own mindblown with that crazy connection boy] Joe: ✊ Ronnie: [gives him the biggest fuck you look ever like I can't believe you typed that] Joe: [just loling a lil 'scuse him company its not at whatever you said] Ronnie: [comes over, ignoring everyone else obvs, to drink his entire drink and walk off again] Joe: [omg stop flirting you two, everyone like what is going on tbh] Ronnie: [dancing with charlie cos he don't take kindly to being punched but you don't wanna answer his questions either] Joe: [save it for later you nosy hoe] Ronnie: [when you see his poor flatmate going to pee and follow her intimidatingly soz bitch] Joe: [this poor girl is in no way prepared lmao] Ronnie: [thinking she's about to get mugged or murdered] Joe: [when you're 18 and its your first time away from home no doubt this poor girl honestly] Ronnie: you deffo she aint catholic Ronnie: could see her in a penguin house Joe: weren't a question on the flatmate icebreakers Joe: shoulda asked for some segregrated accomodation but thought londoners were meant to be post-religion post-everything so Ronnie: 💔 it aint god its you baby Ronnie: shes no londoner Joe: no, I do know that one Joe: she's from Kent, I think Joe: or Surrey? Ronnie: not holy holier than tho Ronnie: u Ronnie: never gonna please a horse girl mckenna Joe: 😏 Joe: I'll not go there then Ronnie: charlies fucking easy to please Ronnie: youve done the 1 drink minimum & youll avoid the pregnancy scare Joe: I think he's the one that does the pleasing Joe: so I've been assured Ronnie: gets him off dont worry like Joe: I'll sleep easy now, tah Ronnie: lullabies are shit but yeah Joe: 🤞 that ain't his encore either Ronnie: if it aint opening an artery to spray the crowd count me the fuck out Joe: I wouldn't hold your breath Joe: though might be more fun Ronnie: [dramatically holds her breath in his direction like kids do] Joe: [just watching 'cos weird and into it] Ronnie: [lowkey going purple probably because you know she won't stop til she hits the deck] Joe: [just watching 'til the last sec when you obvs gonna catch her] Ronnie: [giving him a look when he does like we have to stop meeting like this but then exposing his tattoo wherever that is cos gotta check that really happened] Joe: [I hope you didn't opt for your booty, lol, probably inner bicep moment or something 'cos not that bitch getting those out at any chance] Ronnie: [just touching it like you're not shamelessly flirting with your brother okay then] Joe: [just looking at her face hardcore 'cos you can pretend you're checking her tat too] Ronnie: [when you come back to yourself and remember you're supposed to hate him for being your brother so you push him away unnecessarily hard and retreat to your corner] Joe: [go off to the bathroom yourself boy] Ronnie: [french exit while he's gone even though it'll make Charlie more annoying] Joe: [have fun Joseph] Joe: you missed the bloodbath Ronnie: made my own Joe: safer bet Joe: on all counts Ronnie: safer for your girlfriend Ronnie: & you Joe: you know she ain't my girlfriend Ronnie: no shit you dont wanna claim that conquest Joe: wrong again Joe: not gonna bang my flatmate who pays the bigger part of the rent 'cos she gets the en-suite Joe: give me some credit Ronnie: shed give you some if you gave it up to her Ronnie: but if youd rather pay rent Joe: there's no way I can keep that going 4 years Ronnie: she aint hacking it Ronnie: you can fucking smell the homesickness Joe: its like, down the road init Joe: ugh Ronnie: & Ronnie: she cant fit her horse in the en suite baby Joe: 😂 Joe: true..I'll make some rich friends to move in when she gallops off into the sunset then Ronnie: theyll not slum it with you for 4 years Joe: but I'm so charming Joe: what's the solution then, sis? Ronnie: sell yourself or kill yourself Joe: 👌 Joe: already with ya Ronnie: yeah dead connected us Ronnie: 🖕 Joe: you're the only one that's allowed to be suicidal? Ronnie: oldest cunt gets dibs Ronnie: aint that how this sibling shit plays Ronnie: whatever you wanna do ive already done it Joe: half the time Joe: but the other half is youngest gets away with it 'cos they're cuter so Ronnie: cause theyre a crybaby Ronnie: yeah you can have that soft lad Joe: 😥 bit of a prerequisite for the suicide Joe: so generous Ronnie: i left you alive so you can do yourself in Ronnie: since youve got such a boner for it Ronnie: generosity begins & ends Joe: You can stop thinking about my boners then Joe: that'll be my attempt at the virtue Ronnie: put em away Joe: you tryna expose me Ronnie: you dont need my help Ronnie: flashers keep more hidden than you Joe: really Joe: don't seem like that's something that would bother you Ronnie: youre that special mckenna Ronnie: every fucking thing you do bothers me Joe: 💘 Joe: check facebook some more, I'll keep my events up to date Joe: can avoid each other easy Ronnie: nah you see me you walk the other way Joe: I got places to be babe Ronnie: yeah a&e Ronnie: if you dont get the fuck outta my face Joe: see, you're well about it Joe: I got it, yeah, we're not family Ronnie: were nothing Ronnie: & if thats what gets you off pay for it like the other cunts do Ronnie: not my 9-5 Joe: I found Soho by myself, don't worry Joe: we're good Ronnie: boss Ronnie: stay there Joe: more expensive than Sophie's horse that Ronnie: train her up to be whatever the fuck you want then Ronnie: 4 years in she could probably kiss with tongue like Joe: you gotta ask yourself why you care Joe: 'cos I know Ronnie: i dont have to ask myself fuck all Joe: deny it then Joe: works for me Ronnie: theres no need to deny theres cunts i wanna talk to less than you Ronnie: or i that i gotta have something to do while i wait Ronnie: 💘 Joe: you're all talk Joe: say no more Ronnie: fuck you Joe: yeah fuck me Ronnie: stick your therapy speak in whatever hole you reckon can take it Ronnie: ill reverse over your head before i submit to this psychology bullshit Joe: not what I'm studying Joe: or doing Ronnie: you reckon if you say im all talk itll get you some action Ronnie: dream on motherfucker Ronnie: i dont look like her that much Joe: bold assumption Ronnie: nah Ronnie: charlies more like a brother than you & ive done everything there is to do to that tosser Joe: bold to assume I'm half as fucked up as you Joe: spent long enough telling me I can't be 'cos I got a ma and now I wanna fuck her, okay Ronnie: wearing it on your sleeve aint you though baby Ronnie: saw your arm & yeah i reckon halfs about right Ronnie: but me at 19 wouldve left you in more pieces than that Joe: you must be proud Ronnie: what the fuck of Joe: your 19 year old self Ronnie: youd have liked me better at 9 Joe: alright but a nonce joke is hardly original Ronnie: neithers wanting to fuck your ma Ronnie: read a book schoolboy Joe: that's you throwing that about Joe: not one I ask the prozzies to act out tah Ronnie: what the fuck else was your lil challenge about then Joe: what was yours? Ronnie: i didnt fire any shots shithead Joe: not true Joe: i got the 🍒 to prove it Ronnie: fuck me youre that cunt Ronnie: 1 sos & i owe you my life yeah Joe: where'd you hear that Joe: what was it, needle not clean or something Ronnie: you dont need to wait for a death that slow Ronnie: fucking do it Joe: why do you do it Ronnie: why do you give a shit what i do Joe: interesting Joe: why do you fuck with your face like that Ronnie: too late to keep it pretty for you Ronnie: should have nancy drewed this shit earlier Joe: you ain't gonna answer Joe: alright Ronnie: cant we both like pain Ronnie: is that your problem Joe: 'course Joe: no monopoly on that shit Joe: its universal, so the books say Ronnie: bullshit do you read fuck all else but sheet music Joe: not no more Joe: but i can read more than scales, like Joe: have to write essays and shit sometimes Ronnie: fucking hell Ronnie: save this riveting shit for your flatmates Joe: she does art Joe: dunno what the lad does, he's out his room less than me Ronnie: horse cocks out of clay like Ronnie: bet shes the professors pet Joe: 🤞 she gets in an ill-advised affair with a pervy prof Ronnie: every other repressed white bitch has done it Joe: my home is safe Joe: hooray Ronnie: til i sleuth your address Joe: then its petrol bombs and dog shit, I know Ronnie: after theres fuck all left to steal Ronnie: 🤡s in films 🔥💸 Joe: and eat six year old's arms Joe: crack on Ronnie: i aint bitten any kids since i was Joe: I'm proud even if you ain't then Ronnie: raise the bar baby Joe: guess the other lad you were with don't technically count no more Joe: actual kids are that annoying Ronnie: kids get to be annoying Joe: lucky ones Joe: the ones that get to be kids Ronnie: no shit Ronnie: youll be born & die a saint Ronnie: such a fucking martyr Joe: when God comes a calling, you can't refuse, obvs Joe: guess that's what she gets for not aborting you, nice bonus for being good Ronnie: yeah Joe: likes a joke as much as the next Joe: gutted for her Ronnie: cant take the scouse sinner out of her however much irish catholic dick shes taken since Ronnie: 💔 Joe: if its only paddys in heaven, I'll lose the invite Ronnie: you better stay in purgatory then Ronnie: dont want you in hell with me Joe: you're just jealous I'll be too busy getting tortured by some other demon Joe: you're alright, anguishing over my wrongs for eternity sounds like a bit of me Joe: I can hack it, more painful than being sodomized with pitchforks or whatever weak shit you're in store for Ronnie: wanna see your cum face even less Ronnie: fucks sake Joe: 😂 Joe: shh, you already know he's got that sick sense of humour Joe: your own clockwork orange moment for eternity now Ronnie: 💘 Joe: you ain't nothing like I thought when I was 🔎🤔 Ronnie: cheers for the romantic cliche you pussy Joe: you're that special Joe: and welcome Ronnie: what did you reckon id be like Joe: like the rest of 'em Joe: complete the cliche Ronnie: fuck off Joe: what, I did Joe: there ain't a bigger compliment, honestly Ronnie: i dont wanna hear your compliments Ronnie: or how big they are Joe: 😏 Joe: you asked Ronnie: cause i cant resist hearing how fucking soft you are Joe: that makes you pretty fucking soft yourself then don't it Ronnie: fuck you Joe: back here, yeah Ronnie: back at get someone else to knock you out Joe: shouldn't be hard Ronnie: depends how hard you are Ronnie: could be a turn on or off Joe: either way, its incentive for them to go harder Joe: can't lose, me Ronnie: enjoy yourself baby Joe: never Joe: if I lose my overwhelming urge to die what have I got Ronnie: new overwhelming urges Joe: won't be that good Ronnie: write it in your diary i didnt ask for your review Joe: you can do that you know Joe: they've all got profiles, like they're a shit local pub or something Ronnie: what a fucking state Joe: won't miss it when I'm in pugatory Ronnie: if i had a shot for every time you cried your eyes out id miss that Joe: you'd miss having a liver Joe: and functioning braincell Ronnie: didnt mean that kind of shot shithead Joe: your aim is for shit, true Ronnie: or that one Joe: ahh Ronnie: you had me at dirty needles 💘 Joe: s'worth being alive for, then? Ronnie: what the fuck waste of a question is that Joe: why? Ronnie: what do you think Joe: reason I'm asking Joe: if its just another slow way to kill yourself then I'm sound but if its more than that then its a potential for the repertoire Ronnie: if it was id have taken a faster way out Joe: its noted Ronnie: why do you wanna die Joe: its not even Joe: I ain't actually sad, soz to burst your 😥 bubble, IOU some shots, whatever Joe: just wanna turn my head off, not have to participate Joe: deal with any of it Joe: but saying you wanna be put in a coma doesn't quite have the same punch Ronnie: underline that note then Joe: yeah? Joe: not like I've never thought about it Joe: think about it a lot, hence the need for a fucking switch Joe: how cliche to look like I'm doing it to spite her though, eh? Ronnie: whatever you take now thats strawberry flavoured childhood bullshit Ronnie: youve found your prescribed dose of working adult medicine Joe: it don't touch it, not worth taking unless you wanna down half a blister at a time and have a decent kip Joe: get me some and I'll pay you 20% for your trouble Ronnie: come over Ronnie: told you im waiting Joe: alright Joe: if I ask for your current location do I give away that I'm not a decent stalker Ronnie: youve fucking shown that card bitch Joe: figured Joe: be obliging then Ronnie: [a location of who the fuck knows where cos we don't need Charlie or Bronson there for this excuse you lads] Joe: [when you need some privacy for your bonding] Ronnie: [when you need some privacy to shoot up your half brother who you ain't even told your other fam about] Joe: [fun and games] Joe: cool Joe: 🤞 i'm there just after the heroin Ronnie: get here before or ill be in no state to keep obliging you Joe: I'm yet to be initiated, my timekeeping skills are 🔥 Ronnie: give a shit about your cv Joe: I'll be there Ronnie: your loss if you aint Ronnie: dont come crying to me Ronnie: i wont hear it for fucking ages Joe: i'm not an idiot Ronnie: it dont matter who or what you are Ronnie: stopped listening after the ill be there Joe: 💘 Ronnie: get it tattooed next yeah Joe: yeah Ronnie: over the real fucker Ronnie: cause you love a cliche Joe: 'course Joe: have to find another dickhead with a gun though Joe: that one did not know his left from his right Ronnie: get what you pay for baby Ronnie: & we didnt Joe: touche Joe: I'll forgo accuracy for that Joe: and the dirty needle, obvs Ronnie: getting to put his hand on my tit will blow the brains he has like Joe: 😏 Ronnie: but if i toss him off thatll get shit back on track Joe: hot Joe: love that you have a plan Ronnie: cute Ronnie: you reckoning im pure chaos Ronnie: not your manic pixie dream skank Joe: ain't planning on being a composer Joe: least not now Joe: don't need to write about you Ronnie: 💔 Joe: make up your mind Ronnie: you aint on my mind mckenna Ronnie: dont get your balls in a twist Joe: do you wanna be on mine or not Ronnie: i know whats on yours Joe: same Joe: makes a change Ronnie: compose a song about your confusion then like Joe: less cliche than a love song Joe: still Ronnie: do it from the pov of the horse Ronnie: be a hit with your flatmate Joe: you just wanna get me stalked Joe: paybacks a bitch, yeah Ronnie: wanna get your habit paid for before you start it Ronnie: throw her a boner Ronnie: whats the fucking drama Joe: i don't fancy her Joe: nor having the convo about where all her moneys going Ronnie: & Ronnie: i dont fancy the cunt with the tattoo gun Ronnie: got fuck all to do with it Joe: & Joe: you're lowering standards, not getting anything up Ronnie: close your eyes & think of gear Ronnie: youll do anything for a horse like that Joe: let me try it first Ronnie: dont need to hear about your trust issues baby Joe: better stop talking now then Ronnie: yeah Ronnie: shut the fuck up Joe: [you know when its like 'removed message' that] Ronnie: 🖕 Joe: what Ronnie: i cant cut your sense of humour out Ronnie: cant live with it Joe: no funny business Joe: just a buttdial Ronnie: charlie aint here but adorable that you 2 homos hit it off Joe: just scousers gotta stick together or did you know him from back home Ronnie: he didnt give you the rundown Ronnie: mustve made him speechless mckenna Joe: too busy trying to work out how I knew you Ronnie: we grew up together Ronnie: & the mime standing next to us Joe: cool Ronnie: nah Ronnie: fucked Joe: I mean that you still know 'em, talk to 'em Ronnie: we aint trying to throw our family away for a new one Joe: like I said, s'cool Ronnie: like i said hes gonna eat that shit up Ronnie: you fawning over his family set up Joe: good to know Joe: not really my type either, call me fussy Ronnie: fucks sake Ronnie: join the god squad now & save yourself the 12 steps Joe: 'cos I don't wanna do a bloke or my horse girl roommate Ronnie: cause you only wanna do your ma Joe: you can't just give me dud options and come to that conclusion Ronnie: we playing fuck marry kill now Joe: not playing nothing with you Joe: cheater Ronnie: crybaby Joe: you'll 😥 when I have to kill your mate Ronnie: you wish Joe: making people cry is your thing Joe: I don't need to fight that claim Ronnie: like you aint been wanting to save me again since the 1st time Ronnie: thats your thing yeah Joe: save you from what? Joe: smack? obviously not Joe: other self-destructive tendencies? try again Ronnie: it obviously dont matter Ronnie: id never seen you & id still never seen a cunt more excited to do a rescue Joe: and I'd never seen you Joe: maybe you'd got all kinds of fucked up 'cos of all the shit I dragged up Joe: basic decency ain't nothing to get excited about Ronnie: i know how to self soothe im a big girl now Joe: didn't need you self-soothing yourself to death on my conscience Ronnie: didnt ask you to give a shit Ronnie: catholic guilts best left at home baby Ronnie: youll never find a place with the cockneys Joe: about myself? Joe: its barely but hanging on by a thread Joe: soz Joe: dead girls fuck you up Ronnie: not your type either then Joe: ultimate type Joe: don't wanna commit right now, tah Ronnie: 🤞 i od & you can finally sort your misery boner out Joe: too giving you Ronnie: im dead i aint giving a shit Joe: put that on the headstone Ronnie: pay for it you write whatever cliche you want Joe: you want a classy picture affair Joe: got it Ronnie: stop getting me Ronnie: it makes me wanna blow my brains out Joe: its obvious you wanna be seen Joe: no spooky sibling connection required Ronnie: fuck off Joe: what's better than ruining a graveyards ambiance for the mourners for the forseeable Ronnie: theres no room in the ground soft lad Joe: they just chuck you in with the old bones Joe: or 'move' them Ronnie: hot Joe: mhmm Joe: plague pit is the way to go Ronnie: fit the horse & the girl Ronnie: how fucking romantic Joe: that's me Ronnie: ill put john in the 💘 for you baby Ronnie: your ma robbed you blind of so many lennon comparisons Joe: still time to be pretentious with soph Joe: fuck off getting out of bed for good Ronnie: smother her with a pillow & fuck her corpse youll be feeling peace & love Joe: 💎🍓💘 Ronnie: playing with emojis & yourself aint getting you here Ronnie: hurry up Joe: can't make you any closer Ronnie: 💔

[plexiglasscoffin]

How will you decide who keeps which dog? he really made you move to the other side of the country with no friends and family around only to dump you? Asshole move. Hope you recover from this quickly mentally, emotionally and physically.

Thanks for the kind words ❤️ It'll be an adjustment but I'll be alright.

Well Huxley is his dog, he bought him about a year and a half before we got together, so he will stay with him. It does make me really sad. I love that dog a lot and I will miss him so much. The other dogs I've posted on here (Wheston Murdoch Vegas) are my mom's dogs at home so they're back in alberta but fortunately not going anywhere, I'll probably see them at christmas.

To be honest, I guess I've been posting pretty one-sidedly about this. The main reason he broke up with me is because I won't commit to going with him wherever he goes to do his post-doc (could be basically anywhere in the world) or commit to a long-term long-distance relationship if he has to move away for it. Now this wouldn't happen until four years from now, but his reasoning is that he wants to start finding someone who he can build a future with. I guess that is fair. I had always said I never wanted to get married, but there was a misunderstanding between us where he thought it was purely the legal and ceremonial aspect I didn't want when it is really the permanent commitment thing (as well as the legal aspect) that I can't do. That being said, I thought we would at least stay together until he graduated from his phd and then decide what to do from there when the time came, but I guess that was naive. So yeah, it's not really an unreasonable thing on his part except for the fucking fact that we made a cross-country move only eight months ago lmao.

[onewfantaesy]

I've never asked anything before, so I apologize if I do something wrong. For the Long Lost Prince au, can you write a scenario where the fruit stall owner, or Prince Kai, don't see Taemin for a while and they're all worried because something might have happened to him, then Minho comes along and reveals he is actually a prince? Also, are you still answering questions for the Olympic au?

ahh no worries this ask is fine!! and yes i’m still taking questions for olympian au - u can send asks for p much any au and there’s a somewhat decent chance that i’ll answer it lmao i don’t get to everything but if it rly Speaks To Me there’s a good chance i’ll get to it eventually lmao

anyways!!! here’s a thing from the strawberry man’s pov pls enjoy

The invasion started on Thursday evening. The market was winding down, people were going home, but then a torches were marching into the market square, and women started screaming and dragging their children back home as an army started marching through. The strawberry man’s stand was toppled over, but a man who was clearly the Knight Commander told the others to leave him alone.

The strawberry man could hardly believe it, but he watched the invading army completely pass him and march straight to the palace. The strawberry man stayed in the market square, his only concern not for his livelihood, but for the boy he was sure was going to be the last priority of anyone at the palace. When he saw the palace grounds go up in flames, his heart sank. There was no way Taemin could have made it out of that. That boy - that sweet, darling, horribly mistreated boy - was going to be burned in that fire.

Everything was ransacked. The village was in an uproar. Then the invading army rode through on their horses, and the strawberry man felt his heart stop when he saw the Knight Commander.

Taemin was on the Knight Commander’s horse. He was being held onto around the middle by the Knight Commander’s arm, he was crying and breathing too quickly and tears tracks on his cheek were stark against the dirt they were washing away. If the strawberry man looked carefully, he could see blood stains peeking around from the back of Taemin’s shirt.

“Wait!” the strawberry man shouted. He ran out from under the rubble that his stand became, and rushed toward where his favorite servant boy was being held captive. “Wait, please!”

The Knight Commander held out his sword, pointing it at the strawberry man’s chin, but when Taemin gasped and whispered, “Please no,” the Knight Commander put his sword down.

“What?” the Knight Commander asked.

“The boy,” the strawberry man said, his voice firm. “Where are you taking the boy?”

“Home.”

The strawberry man was confused, but when he looked to Taemin, he didn’t look any more sure of what was going on than the strawberry man. 

“Please,” the strawberry man said. “Please, let him take these.”

He held up a small basket of strawberries, and the Knight Commander thought about it for a moment before taking the basket and putting it in front for Taemin to hold.

Taemin wrapped his hands around the basket, and he stared at the strawberry man as the horse started moving again.

“You’ll be alright,” the strawberry man said, and he started jogging next to the horse. “You’ll be fine.”

Taemin could only continue to stare until the knights behind them stopped the strawberry man from following them.

The strawberry man stumbled into the dirt, and he hoped to God that Taemin would be alright. He was afraid of what might happen to him in another kingdom. The King and Queen here were by no means fair to him, but at least he was used to it; at least here he knew what to expect. What if wherever they were taking the boy ended up being even worse?

When the army came back two weeks later, the strawberry man found the Knight Commander and marched up to him.

“What did you do to the boy?” he demanded. “What did you do to Taemin?”

The Knight Commander looked at him with an amused smirk, and he said with a smile, “Prince Taemin is back home now, and your King and Queen will suffer for kidnapping him almost ten years ago.”

The strawberry man couldn’t believe it. That boy - Taemin - was a prince. It was almost impossible to believe.

When the army left again after a couple days, the Knight Commander found the strawberry man again. He stopped, got down from his horse, and stood in front of the strawberry man.

“King Onew and Queen Luna would like to thank you,” the Knight Commander said, “for being kind to their son. It is greatly appreciated. Should you ever wish, you have a home in their kingdom.”

“And the boy?” the strawberry man asked. “The boy is alright?”

“He is home and being taken care of properly.”

The strawberry man was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Would my wife and daughter have a home in your kingdom as well?”

“Your family is welcome to move to the village at any time,” the Knight Commander said. “Prince Taemin spoke highly of you.”

Two months later, the strawberry man set up shop in the main market of King Onew’s village. That first day, King Onew and Queen Luna came into the market with Prince Taemin. When Taemin saw him, he tugged his hands free from his parents’ holds and ran over, a smile wide on his face. Taemin looked so different now. His hair had been cut and washed and brushed, and his clothes were new and pretty and not the rags he was used to wearing. But more important than all of that, Taemin looked happy. He looked healthy.

“Guess what!” Taemin said. “I’ve got parents now! You have to meet them, they’re the best! Mommy! Daddy! Come meet the strawberry man!”

When the King and Queen came over, Taemin latched onto the King’s arm and smiled. 

“He’s got the best strawberries,” Taemin told them. “Can we get some?”

The King and Queen both laughed, and the King handed over the coins to buy a basket of strawberries. Taemin was grinning and laughing, and he went to look around the entire market after thanking the strawberry man and waving at him. He heard rumors from the other vendors that this was Taemin’s first time out in the village, that it was the first time anyone had seen Taemin aside from his balcony debut a few weeks ago.

While Taemin was looking at another stall with King Onew, Queen Luna went back to the strawberry man and sent him a sad smile.

“Thank you,” she said softly, “for looking out for my son.”

“I don’t know if I really did much, Your Highness,” the strawberry man said.

“You did more than anyone else did,” she said. “So thank you for that. It is greatly appreciated. Taemin thinks very highly of you.”

The strawberry man didn’t know what to say. All he could do was nod his head.

The Queen smiled again, and she went back to her husband and son. The strawberry man could only watch, glad that the boy he was so fond of finally had a family that loved him the way he deserved.

[itoshit]

Pushing the paper into my pocket I knocked twice.

'Sano'

The big doors opening, I saw the numerous armed men around the red sofa, where a tanned man was sat, smoking a cigar. The room was full of thick smoke.

'Sano my man! Come here come here. Anything to drink ? Bourbon perhaps?'

'Dante I assume?'

'You assumed good! Dante is my name. You don't mind my men right? Security measures.'

That was where the difference laid between an international mafia like La Costra Nostra and small gangs that I've met before.

They had an army of men, and it made me think of Bonten. We weren't that different at the end.

'Concerning the drink, I won't take anything. And for your men, I would have done the same.'

Quickly counting them, 25. We were on the first floor and a huge window was behind them.

'Scared of poison? I got you. Then sit, we won't lose more time'

Now facing him and his men I could feel the tension. I could even cut the atmosphere with a knife. Chin resting on my hands, I was waiting for him to talk.

'So Sano. You're Bonten's leader. My boss and I have checked your history and it's quite incredible. Bonten is Japan's worst criminal organization, we like that. I'm afraid I need to be honest with you. We have already contacts with the Yamaguchi-gumi. They're the top Yakuza family, it was normal for us to be with them. However, some things... are not of our taste. They're a bit sneaky and we don't like people who get their noses in other's business. The issue here is this one.'

Checking the time on my watch. 7 minutes have passed.

'They heard about our meeting today. Their boss asked us to take care of you and-'

Ready to take my gun out, Dante only chuckled while rising his hands.

'Don't be on your guards already Sano! Wait for the rest. Put that gun back where it belongs, come on'

'Keep talking'

Exhaling the smoke he took his time to resume his speech.

'As I was saying, the Yamaguchi-gumi wants you dead. But you haven't done anything to us yet. La Costra Nostra doesn't like hurting their future associates but we have principles. We help our current contacts.'

11 minutes. 4 minutes left.

'Which means that I've to try something. I want to see if you're a worthy opponent. We wanted to break the contract with Yamaguchi-gumi. That would be the perfect opportunity for us, Bonten and La Costra Nostra, to associate don't you think?'

13 minutes. 2 minutes left.

'But first... I need to check something. I've heard a lot about you. How you were called the Invincible Mikey back then. A ruthless leader. I like that! But I need proof. So...'

14 minutes. 1 minute left.

'Don't hold a grudge alright?'

Multiple things happened at the same time. Dante pulled out his gun aiming at me but I rolled on my left, avoiding the bullet.

Shooting two of his subordinates in the process I heard the door opening in a loud thud.

'Sano!! Fight!'

'And here you are!! I knew a mouse was among us tonight !!'

Gunshots could be heard, blood splashing my face, my clothes. Bodies falling on the ground, I guessed that the girl from before had arrived.

She told me to fight. But that was what I was doing already.

Throwing the empty gun away I punched the nearest man with a loud crack and took his pistol. Using his body as a shield I kept shooting and soon enough I found myself bumping her shoulder.

'Fuck ! I don't have anymore bullets!'

Scanning the room- 10 men still standing and among them, Dante.

'Come on Sano. You're trapped. I don't think-'

I wouldn't have that. Pulling her close by her waist I shoved the body away and ran to the window.

'Wait Manjiro that's not how you-'

'We don't have a choice!'

And I jumped. Bullets hissing around me I felt one piercing my belly and others brushing my skin, opening it slightly.

The landing wouldn't be perfect but we would make it out alive, at least.

Swapping our positions to have her on top of me, my back absorbed the fall. My shoulder was probably dislocated but I stood up directly after with her in my arms.

' We have to leave, come on!!'

Supporting me with her arms we left the sidewalk, stains of blood tainting the concrete.

'SANO! YOU'LL HEARD ABOUT US AGAIN'

The loud voice reaching my ears I stumbled, gripping my belly.

'Shit you're losing too much blood! I need to treat your-'

Pinning her against the nearest wall after making sure they didn't follow us, I pressed my arm against her throat, choking her.

'Who the fuck are you?'

'I'm here to help-'

'Who. Are. You.'

'Senju Akashi. But now is not the right time to discuss. We have to- wait. You were shot twice?? We have-'

Darkness. I felt something colliding with my skull. I probably fainted.

And here I told Vee that everything would be fine.

-Mikey

Anyway here is the second part it's bloody long lmao sometimes the scenes got a bit overboard but yeah, we're not finished with this.

Also!! In the plot, Senju isn't Brahman leader

it’s like the moment i tell these mfs be safe they go ‘how can i do the exact opposite?’ 🙄

I couldn’t sit still. A few hours had passed without a single hint or sign Mikey was okay, or that he was even alive. I tried to pass the time any way I could.

I showered. I tried on some clothes, modeling them in the mirror. I watched TV. I played games on my phone. None of them kept my attention too long, the thought of Mikey’s safety or lack thereof looming over me like a storm cloud. And when all avenues of distraction ceased having their effectiveness, I started to pace.

I nearly walked a hole in the floor, and kept walking even though my legs screamed in protest. There was temptation to start biting at my nails, a wicked one, but I persevered. I’d gone too long without the bad habit. Didn’t wanna start it up again.

There was no way to tell how much time passed since he left now. I stopped checking the clock after the third hour. It only made me more nervous.

I all but sob in relief when my phone rings shrill on the table, but my heart falls at the contact name. Sanzu. Clicking the green button, I don’t care to notice that I’m holding my breath.

Wasting no time, Sanzu interrogates me. Is Mikey with you?

Huh? Surely wasn’t the question I was expecting, but it makes me feel no better.

Is. Mikey. With you. He was supposed to check in with us an hour ago but we haven’t got shit.

My heart pounds, the orders Mikey left me with the day previous doing nothing to ease the unsteady beat. If I’m not home by then, call Sanzu. I’ll most likely be dead. And then, as overkill, memories of us in the car, shopping and us being lazy in bed the entire morning come right after.

Could it be..? Was Mikey really dead?

I look around the suite, the one he bought, surrounded by bags of things he purchased, the bed with his scent on it and struggle to swallow the sob down. If Mikey was dead, these would be our last memories together. That just couldn’t be.

Venus? Venus, can you hear me?

I answer steadily which surprises me. Y-yeah, I’m here.

Where the fuck did you ev— Look, just tell me the truth. Is Mikey back at the suite?

What I’m about to do is dangerous, inane, and ridiculously silly, but I do it anyway. He’s here.

Put him on the phone.

I bite my lip, ignore my subconscious screaming at me to tell the fucking truth! consequently digging a larger grave for myself. He’s resting.

Resting? Cut the bullshit. Mikey doesn’t sleep.

Well he is now, I snap, irritated that he doesn’t immediately believe the lie. It makes me have to think on the spot. How can I give myself credibility? Then, like a lightbulb went off in my head, I remember Mikey’s bloody knuckles. The bandages I had to wrap around his hand. He’s injured. The meeting went bad. I had to stitch him up.

Fuck, Sanzu curses. I knew we should have went with him! There’s a loud bang accompanied by glass shattering on the other end, inanimate objects subject to the wrath of Bonten’s volatile number 2. Call me when he wakes up, alright?

The line clicks before I can even reply, and I fall to the ground, my legs too shaky to support me.

Please be alive, I whisper to the ceiling, hoping it reaches him wherever he is.

Because if he’s not, I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one following after him.

[adoringjensen]

heya! I know you've probably been asked this before, but how do you make your gifs? :D They're super duper cool and I was thinking about making some gifs myself. Thank you and have a lovely day!

Hey!! I’ve been asked this before, but I don’t think I’ve ever really made a tutorial about it, so I suppose this would be a good time to do it, huh? And thank you sO much ahhHH!!! I really appreciate it :”)) I hope you have a wonderful day as well! xx

Okay so there are two different ways I make gifs, depending on what I’m giffing. I will go through both processes under the cut.

Programs I use:MacPhotoshop CC 2017UMPlayeruTorrentMiro Video Converter

Alright, let’s get started!

Gif Process 1: DVDs

For this process, I use UMPlayer to take screencaps from DVDs. UMPlayer is basically the Mac version of KMPlayer for PC. You can find a tutorial on how to use UMPlayer here. Make sure you understand how to take screencaps before continuing. From this point on, I’m gonna put everything into steps :)

Step 1: Load screencaps into photoshop by going to File > Scripts > Load Files into Stack

this window will pop up:

Step 2: Click browse, go into the folder you saved your screencaps in, select the ones you want to use for your gif, and they will load into the box like this:

Press OK and wait for the layers to load. This may take a while, depending on how many screenshots you’re uploading. I try to never exceed more than 120 layers at a time at the very most. 

Step 3: Once your layers have finished loading, make sure your timeline is showing so you can work with your frames. Go to Window > Timeline (or Animation, depending on your version of ps) to open it up

now your window should look something like this:

Step 4: Click Create Frame Animation in your timeline, and one frame will appear. Then click that little paragraph-looking button to the right of your timeline and select Make Frames From Layers

now your timeline should look like this: 

Step 5: *THIS STEP IS IMPORTANT* Your screenshots upload in reverse order. So you need to select that little paragraph-looking button again and click Select All Frames then Reverse Frames.

Step 6: This is when I move my frames to a new canvas. So you’ll want to make sure all your frames are selected, then click Copy Frames in that same dialogue box as before.

Step 7: Create a new file and enter the dimensions you want to use. For gifsets with two columns, I use 268px x 168px. For single column gifsets, I vary in height but be sure to keep your width at either 500px or 540px. That’s what matters.

Step 8: Paste your frames into your new canvas. They will load at the same size they were before, so you’ll need to adjust that by selecting all your layers on the righthand side of your photoshop window, press cmd (or ctrl) + T to transform the layers, hold down the Shift button to keep the proportions in place, then scale your layers to your new canvas. 

This is similar to how it should look now:

Step 9: Set your timing for each frame and duration of the gif while you have all your frames selected. On the bottom left of your timeline is where you can adjust all these things.

Change Once to Forever so that your gif loops continuously. For the timing of each frame, I usually keep it around 0.06 seconds. You can select Other to type in your preferred timing. 

Step 10: Now is when I make sure my gif is looking the way I want. You can click the play button on the bottom left there to preview your gif. Watch for any glitches or anything in case the video paused or skipped while you were taking screencaps. You also want to keep the number of frames in mind, because the more frames you have, the larger your file size will be.

Step 11: Okay so next is when I do my sharpening. I know there are several ways you can do this, but I usually use a sharpening action for my gifs. To do that, click Flatten Frames Into Layers in that dialogue box on the upper right of your timeline. You’ll notice that in your layers window on the right, you will have a duplicate of your layers on top of one another, only now they’re called frames. I delete the old layers when I do this to keep it organized, but you don’t have to. 

NOTE: You can find sharpening tutorials here for other ways to do it, and you can find sharpening actions here.

When using a sharpening action, make sure you flatten your frames into layers as I just mentioned. Then make sure your first frame in your timeline and your first frame layer on the righthand side are both selected. Then select the action you want to use in your actions window and click play. 

Gif sharpening actions will vary in length as far as how many frames it will sharpen. Mine sharpens 120 frames at a time, so once it reaches that 120 frame limit, the action will stop. If there are less than 120 frames, a dialogue box like this will pop up:

click Stop.

Step 12: Coloring! From here, it’s all up to you how you color your gifs. You can find all sorts of PSDs all over the place, like here. Look through resource blogs to find and collect PSDs you like. Remember that the same coloring won’t be compatible for everything, so you’ll have to do some tweaking here and there. Or, if you’re good at coloring, you can make your own! I’m horrible at coloring from scratch omfg so PSDs are super helpful lmao :)

Step 13: Once you’ve finished coloring the gif to your liking, save it by going to File > Export > Save for Web

this box will pop up:

The things circled in red are the things you want to pay special attention to in order to make sure your gif works and saves properly. I always preview my gif and make tweaks as needed. The tumblr file size limit for gifs is 3M now (hECK YEAH) so be sure your gif is under that limit, otherwise it won’t work. 

Step 14: Upload your gif to tumblr and BAM, look at that! All done! Great job, fam :)

Gif Process 2: Importing Videos

I use this gif process for anything I don’t own on DVD (so new episodes that have just recently aired, youtube/twitter/instagram videos, etc). 

Step 1: For new episodes, I find torrents on sites like thepiratebay, extratorrent, or wherever I can find one with good dimensions (always pay attention to that, 720p is usually your best bet for quality). I click the magnet link, which opens uTorrent, and the episode downloads to my computer in mkv format. 

Step 2: Then I convert the video from mkv to mp4 format using Miro Video Converter, because mkv is not compatible with photoshop. mp4 is pretty much compatible with anything, so it’s helpful to have it in this format anyway. The conversion will take quite a while, so now’s a good time for a break! Go pee, pet ur cat, grab some cereal. Stretch it out, you’ve probably been sitting a while, right?

Step 3: Once the video is converted, now you can upload it to photoshop to gif it! Go to File > Import > Video Frames to Layers

Find your converted video and open that. Then this box will pop up:

Step 4: Move the arrows below the timeline to select the scene you want to gif and click OK. (You’ll want to keep the arrows really close together for long videos like episodes.) It may take a while for the frames to upload, so be patient. 

Step 5: The frames upload in order, so no need to reverse them this time. Go through your frames and cut out the ones you don’t want/need to keep your gif at a reasonable file size.

Step 6: Everything is the same from here on out, so refer to steps 6-13 in the previous process :) And then you’re done! BOOM, nailed it.

At the end of it all, you can show off a pretty gif like this:

So that’s what I’ve got for ya! The biggest thing with gifmaking, in my opinion, is patience. It takes a lot of patience to sit through and find ~just the right~ scenes and screencap it all, wait for things to load, color things ~just right~, etc. It can be a huge pain in the butt, but once you get the hang of it, it’s not so bad. I hope this has been helpful! If you have any further questions, feel free to ask :)) Best of luck in all your gif endeavors!