#i mean seriously its shocking to me that so many people had no idea their state had anti lgbtq legislation in the works

[anotherpapercut]

they should invent a life that isn't exhausting

[rene-darling]

Listen I saw this fanart and now I had an idea. So like sub!Idol Xiao x dom reader (fem prefered but u can choose) and so basically Xiao's taking some mirror selfies for his social media in this outfit and yk like showing off those lacy panties (like they're pulled up, but he still has his jeans on) and like reader (their partnwrcomes home and sees him doing that. So they like sneak up behind him and hug him from behind. Like he becomes all flustered all of the sudden and readers like:"Oh so you're showing this to millions of people, but get embarassed when I see it?" What happens afterwards is up to u lmao

IDOL!- Xiao x reader

OML THIS IS SO- HOT. I love this concept. I'm drooling.

Possessive reader! A lil toxic I guess, but it's pretty tame.

Also! The readers gender nor pronouns are not mentioned anywhere, so feel free to assume. And if they are please feel free to tell me!

Talk to me on insta [r3xni3]😞🙏

...Xiao...

He's been at it for hours. Different angles, different poses- all to get a good photo of himself flaunting his panties and the tight straps attached to them on his waist,

They hug his body so tightly pushing at his skin, if they move even a little bit you'd definitely see the red marks under them, they push up against his skin, it hurts but, he's doing it cause his agency asked him.

"mhm..." Groans leaving his throat, the photos- they're just not good enough. Scrolling through the endless amounts of them that he took, finally landing on one that pleases him.

He decides to shoot it one more time, same angle and stuff, just better lighting. He wants to show off his toned body as much as possible. And as he does this, it- quite frankly skips his mind that he has a loving partner returning from work soon. And that soon happens to be around- now.

"Ah-!" His body freezes up. Goosebumps trace along his skin- god your hands are cold. His eyes flash down, seeing as your hands slowly trace down the side of his waist, fidgeting with the straps they came across, grabbing one and pulling it away from his body only to watch in amusement as it snaps back in place once you let go,

He reaches out to grab your hand instinctively, mewling- until you finally reach, and play with the hem of his panties.

"y/n- s-...mh, stop." He tries sounding serious, but he curses at how squeaky and pitched his voice came out.

"hm..? What's the problem darl', you can show off your panties to millions of people, but you're getting embarrassed when I see? Hmpf, I'm one of your fans too y'know?."

"i-its not the same-" he's stammering over his words "y/n- hah..-" slipping your hands in between them, but not quite touching him just yet, simply tracing the sides of his hip "and how so..? I'm your biggest fan, shouldn't I get a reward for that. I deserve more than a picture. Don't'cha think?"

Tracing down the side of his hip, he can feel your eyes peering over his shoulder, watching him. His every movement, his every shudder. And the way his panties start bulging in a specific area

"y/n-" his voice is cut off by his own whine. You're so mean, suddenly jerking his cock, tapping its tip just for your own amusement. "Aw- darlin that was too cute!..do that again? Hm? For me?..you take so many photos for those stupid fans of yours, you can make that cute sound for me again can't you..?"

Huffing, he's leaning back into your body. His head falling back with each increase in movement, resting it on your shoulder, whining back into your ear. "Hah- you- you're so mean..!"

It's not your fault he's decided to make you jealous. Seriously, why the hell should he post his body for all his perverted fans to see.

Picking up his phone and pressing record on it, angling it right at his face. "Look here baby, I'm sure your perverted fans would love to see their favorite lil idol losing his head over a few touches." His eyes widen in shock "n-no..!"

He tries grabbing the phone, but to no avail. You pull it further, and jerk his lil dick harder, he stumbles, falling forward before you grab his waist pulling him back into you, he's leaning his whole body weight against you, he just hopes you won't let go.

Snickering to yourself you decide to stop recording, and go into the photos, clicking on the video you just took, you bring it to his ears and make him listen "Aw- darling don't you just sound so cute when you're desperate."

That's when it all spills. A shameful feeling, and an ever more shame worthy whine leave him as he comes all in his lacy little panties, getting them all dirty.

His legs collapse completely as you're forced to pick him up off the floor, not that you mind.

Resting him on the bed, letting him catch his breath, you take a hold of his phone and- delete every photo he took showing off those panties.

Scoffing you throw his phone down next to him and crash onto the bed right near him, wrapping your hands around his pretty waist you hear him huff. "You got them dirty..." He could only mumble under his breath.

"I'll buy you some new ones, on one condition." Turning his head around with a slightly amused expression on his breathless face "and..that is...?"

"you can only take those photos for me. I get to see them. No one else."

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Twenty-One

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 3,309

Themes; isekai, slow-burn (eventual smut), canon divergence

Rating; 18+ for swearing and mature themes

Notes; I would apologize for taking so long (both for this update and for Foreseer going on too long–), but I'm tired of doing that so just buckle up because Foreseer Zayne is still on-going! I haven't really felt like writing or doing anything lately, so I'm still only on chapter 23 so the chapters might be a bit slower to drop. I'm doing all I can, but I only feel like writing when I feel like it so– I'll get back to it soon!

As much as I love writing for LADS, I have so many original story ideas and if I ever start writing them, I'd love to post them here. I'm just not sure how well original content would go on Tumblr tbh? I'm sure yall will grow tired of isekai content, but I have so many original ideas for stuff like that. Like seriously– I could count at least five in my Google docs! But I also have a few non-isekai ideas, like a possible miraculous ladybug type idea (with superheros and the hidden identity trope), a game of thrones type of story with my own set of gods and goddesses (I came up with it in the 11th grade and I'm desperate for people to know about it, it makes me so mf happy)...I could go on and on about it tbh but I'll just say more about it after the chapter is done since I don't want to clog this section up too much! <3

Enjoy this chapter of ToF!

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☆ Masterlist ☆

Under your care, the jasmine bud grows bigger and bigger by the day. You’re happy, but also a bit nervous. According to your expertise, the jasmine will bloom in less than a week…That means you don’t have much time. You’ve also learned that, other than reading and checking on the jasmine, the Foreseer stays at a location hidden behind an ordinary door in the basement.

What does he do in there? Is the Creatio protocore’s location perhaps…

When the Foreseer disappears behind the door again, you pretend to lose your way and follow after him. What greets you is unbelievable, a sight to behold. Behind that door is a library, the ceiling nowhere to be found. Bookshelves stretch as far as the eye can see.

“Huh…Does the Foreseer obtain his books from here? How can he find anything in this place? I don’t even know where he is…” Your mumbles activate some sort of switch, ice materializes beneath your feet and carries you into the air. “Wha–” You’re in disbelief. “...I guess the mystery of how he acquires his books has been solved.”

You feel as if you are lost in a sea of books, for shelf after shelf is filled to the brim with them. The ice stops in front of a bookshelf. You’re a good distance off the ground. “Where is he…” You mutter to yourself, struggling against the ice that held you in place. You sigh and decide to make the most of your time, reaching out to carefully grab the book that’s right in front of you.

Its title is Philos: Floral Inquiry.

Philos? Was every single male lead from Philos?

You open the book and see the pages about jasmines have been read the most. “Jasmines again…Why is this flower important to him? Is it just because he wants the one atop the Tower to bloom?” Reading the notes, you try to piece together an answer.

When you turn to the title page, there is a single word on it: Zayne.

“Zayne…? Who is this Zayne?”

While this version of you would clearly be confused, you were not. You were more shocked that he had the same name in this life as well.

You’re not sure what you expected, but you assumed he’d be called the Foreseer until the end of your dream…

“He is the person you seek.”

In your surprise, you fumble with the book in your hands and turn around. On a platform of ice, the Foreseer stands behind you. His steadfast gaze sends a chill down your spine.

“I had no intention of intruding, Foreseer. The ice clearly kidnapped me–”

“Are you claiming the frost coerced you?” He raises an eyebrow and you take a step back, forgetting that you’re standing on a sheet of ice. Your foot touches nothing.

“W-Woah! Help!” You windmill your arms in the air to stop yourself from falling, but it doesn’t help much. In a moment, you go from descending to being caught in the air.

“Expressing your regret does not require theatrics.”

“...Are you mocking me? I find that hard to believe.” You look up at him with a frown and his eyes, their depths seemingly immeasurable, are close to your face.

The Foreseer carries you to the ground with your heart pounding in your chest.

Was it hot in this room?

Yeah…That’s the reasoning behind your reddened cheeks.

You come to your senses and quickly lower your head. “You…can let me go now. It was good that you were present. It must be dangerous to acquire your books like this.”

“Likewise, ‘tis dangerous to push one’s duty onto others.” He still hadn’t put you down yet.

“Others..?” An ice cluster appears in front of you and slowly spins. “The ice at my feet…Is this its original form? Are you its creator?”

“‘Twas not the work of magic, but a phantasm.” The Foreseer taps the ice cluster. “Carrying her to the higher shelves without a reason was your doing. Am I wrong?”

He’s…talking to the ice?

It unfurls and blooms like jasmine, ice particles ripping around you both.

“Does it understand our language?” You ask, once he finally sets you down.

“We are like-minded in our distaste for lies.”

Well…that doesn’t answer your question.

Though part of you is still in disbelief, the Foreseer’s spells and this library’s very existence are starting to convince you that what you’ve experienced is real.

“My apologies…I snuck in because I wanted to know what you did here. The ice heard me talking to myself, so it flew me up there.” You look down and the phantasmal jasmine runs circles around you before leaping into your hand.

“...Your forgiveness is boundless, for better or worse.”

“So…it accepts my apology?” Ice gathers under you again, and it lifts you into the air. You stumble, about to fall again.

Yet another piece of ice appears beneath your foot, steadying you. Curious, you take another step. Regardless of the direction you take, ice forms beneath you. You walk around, excitement in every step.

It’s…so fascinating.

It’s like having a platform at your command.

“Incredible! It knows what I’m about to do.” You clap your hands together with a gleeful smile.

“The individual subconscious is also a form of energy. It can sense even the smallest of changes.” The Foreseer is still as curt as ever.

“Oh!” You look down at him as you smile. “May I name it Jas? It was reminiscent of jasmine when it unfurled.”

“You and the phantasm should decide. I am but a witness.” You stop before the Foreseer. With your icy platform, you can look him straight in the eye.

“Then may I…call you Zayne?”

With a piercing gaze, he stares at you and you stumble over your words. “A…name defines a person. ‘Tis important, I would think.”

You are unable to read his expression.

“Do what you must.”

You mutter his name under your breath a few times in front of the mirror in your dimly lit room. All your mind can focus on is him in the library, watching you scurry about.

“I encroached on his territory by sneaking into the library…Why didn’t he lash out? Does he perhaps trust me now?” The icy marks on your chest are reflected in the mirror, tendrils spreading and twisting, approaching your collarbone.

Your time is nearing its end. At this time, an idea presents itself.

Since Jas took you to the Foreseer in the library, could you also use it to obtain the Creatio protocore?

“Jas…Are you here?” You call out to it. The sound of swirling ice reverberates in the air. The cluster of ice manifests and makes an arc in the air to greet you.

“You’re here!” You smile at it before clearing your throat, “Jas, I…I have a request. Could you take me to the Foreseer’s scepter?”

The phantasm stops moving. By Astra’s eyes…Does Jas know of your true purpose?

“I wish to–”

Before you can fully explain yourself, Jas expands and lunges at you.

…Are you destined to perish in the cold?

Before you could utter a scream, you realize the crystals phased through your body. There is only darkness. The faint sound of running water catches your attention.

Where…are you?

A distance away, you can make out an indigo spark. That’s…surely the Creatio protocore.

So Jas really did listen to you! As the light is within your reach, you take note of your surroundings.

Oh…

Steam escapes from behind a dark-coloured curtain. Moonlight shines through the window, landing on Zayne’s shoulders and revealing the drops of water running along his back.

Oh my…Wait, why were you brought to his bedchamber? Shit, you’ve got to get out of there before he notices.

You hold your breath and take one step back���Your foot bumps into something and makes a barely audible noise, but Zayne turns around and your gazes meet.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry for disturbing you! But I swear on my name that Jas brought me here..”

Maybe the turmoil in your mind is playing tricks on you, but Zayne is unperturbed. With the slight curl of his finger, the steam around us turns into a white cloth that hangs around his waist.

And with another wave of his hand, an unseen force pulls you in his direction. You stand before him, doing your best to look him in the eyes.

“What brings you here?” His hair, his face, his chest– all wet from the water– You are unable to avert your gaze, and you feel a rising heat on your face.

But what is more astounding is the number of scars etched on Zayne’s body.

“I thought the jasmine was about to bloom…I was unaware you were bathing!” Having coughed up a pitiful excuse, you close your eyes in embarrassment. You sense the invisible force is gone and when you open your eyes, Zayne is putting on his robes.

“No one could have predicted Jas to be unwavering in its loyalty to you. However, I expected as much. It knows only of us, thus it considers you a friend.”

Aww...That’s really sweet!

Wait—

“Are you going to punish Jas? It only indulged in my whimsy…”

“Should I punish you instead?” Zayne’s unwavering gaze meets your eyes.

“If the jasmine meets something terrible as I sit in an icy prison for three days and three nights…”

“Worry not, punishment awaits.”

Huh?

You shake your head, eyebrows furrowing as you look up at him. “What do you mean? Are you going to kill me after the jasmine blooms?”

“...Is a horrible death the only consequence you can think of? I have no interest in taking the life of another.”

“Is it for this reason you will let me leave?” Your head tilts to the side and Zayne turns his head to look away from you. “You should decide that for yourself.” With a wave of his hand, you are pushed out of his bedchamber by an unseen force.

After another few days of deliberating on what to do next, you take a few notes. Zayne will catch you if you are anywhere near the Creatio protocore…and the more you learn about Zayne, the greater the mystery enshrouding him.

Those scars etched into his flesh. It seems like…he was stabbed in the past. Yet no one else lives in this Tower.

How could he have been wounded? He is also blessed by Astra. Who could be powerful enough to injure him?

But…more importantly, why would Astra allow His follower to become injured?

Your curiosity extends beyond your current relationship. In other words…You will never be given an answer.

The very next day, you visit the library at midnight. Jas takes you to the same shelf that has Philos: Floral Inquiry.

“Is Zayne always reading this book?”

Everything…seems to be connected to the jasmine flower.

You open the book and study the text, paying special attention to the pages with notes left by Zayne.

“ ‘Once again, jasmine appears…’ How is it related to all of this?” You read his note out loud, and responding to your voice, the pages begin to glow. “What…is happening!?”

You squeeze your eyes shut as a bright light shines in front of you.

When your vision returns, you find yourself in a sea of white flowers. The sun’s golden rays shine across the field of jasmines. Except the flowers that aren’t in bloom. They are all flower buds.

Nearby, a familiar figure, its watcher you presume, observes this field. “Huh– Zayne? Why are you here? Where are we?”

You slowly walk in his direction, running your hands through your hair.

What was this?? A dream within a dream or something?

Zayne turns to look at you, confusion in his expression. “Have we met before?”

“Um..”

“Who are you?”

As you approach him, you realize his body is but a mirage. Sunlight passes through his robes. His appearance is that of Zayne’s, but he lacks the Foreseer’s frigid character.

“Through what means did you enter this place?”

Well, whatever he was, this version of Zayne seems to be the most similar to your Zayne, so you didn’t want to give him too difficult of a time.

“I was just reading a…Huh. Am I in the book?” You bring your hand up to your chin to think, but Zayne speaks once more, “You stand in an illusion crafted by words and words alone.”

“Then what are you?”

A corner of his mouth curls up and he turns his gaze away from you. “A lonely wraith.” The sight of Zayne’s face smiling was the last thing you thought you’d see in this life.

Then again, you’ve met Jas. You have come to accept these bizarre events.

“Were you the one who planted these jasmines?” You crouch down near him to run your finger across the buds.

“They are more than just mere flowers.” His voice felt as free as the wind. While he was lonely here, he was able to express his emotions.

He didn’t feel cold at all.

“Are they phantasms?” As you ask him, you inspect the growth of the flowers. They seem to be in the same state as the jasmine on top of the roof of the Tower.

An image appears in your mind as your fingers touch the buds. Zayne lowering his head to kiss the jasmine.

The man in front of you seems just as surprised as you are.

“My memories..Or perhaps it would be better to say they are the jasmines in my memories.”

You wonder if the jasmines are actual flowers or if they’re meant to represent something…or someone. You touch another one.

This time you see Zayne in an unfamiliar garb, but still lowering his head to kiss the flower.

Wait, you recognize that outfit!

That’s…his hospital coat.

“Why does the Zayne in these memories appear to be from another era?” You look over at this Zayne and, even if this is a dream from the past, you can still feel anxiety bubbling in your chest.

“Each one is my life of another time.”

“Is your destiny and the jasmine intertwined?” As this version of you asks questions, you are left with no one to ask anything to.

Questions going unanswered and you ponder if maybe you– well, the protagonist of the games– are supposed to represent the jasmine flower.

“All I can recall is my end with that moment.”

“So…you know what I saw just now?”

At this point, you’re not sure if Zayne is upset or relieved to finally have someone to talk to.

“Again and again and again like a cycle…I do not remember what happens after. Therefore, these buds can never blossom. ‘Tis why I bring each one here.”

You stare out at the seemingly endless ocean of flower buds. If each one represents a memory without an end, then how many are there?

If you recall Zayne’s note: ‘Once again, jasmine appears…’

“Isn’t the Foreseer able to see the fate of everyone in the world?” You decide to sit down in the grass next to the man, running your fingers through the dewy blades.

“He cannot see his own.” The wraith, seemingly moments away from dissipating into the sunlight, looks into the distance. “Such is Astra’s will.”

Astra this, Astra that. You’re starting to think this guy isn’t as great and everyone says he is…

With a sigh, you leave the library and slowly climb the staircase to check on your jasmine. Your thoughts still linger on the book’s illusion and especially the wraith within.

You reach the top of the Tower and there, Zayne stands in the moon’s immaculate glow. It seems he’s thinking deeply while gazing at the jasmine. You understand its significance to him now.

He’s pinning his desire to remember onto the flower bud.

“You are not forbidden from entering the library, but you cannot venture there as you please.”

It seems he knew you were inside of that illusion…

”Zayne, have you ever considered leaving the Tower?” Your voice was soft, hands nervously grabbing onto one another as you tried to keep the pitied expression off of your face. Zayne looks at you, his emotions inexplicable.

“What text did you find to make you ask such a thing?”

“Maybe…These jasmines represent the outside–” Zayne silently lifts his hand up into the air, and you are abruptly pulled toward him. His hand grasps your throat, his wintery gaze meeting yours.

“Your insolence reveals itself. Allow me to remind you of your place.”

What the hell is his problem!? Why did you even have to worry about him in the first place..?

Just steal the protocore and leave, simple and easy…Right? Well, it would’ve been easy if you hadn’t– No, don’t even finish that thought.

You are not in love with the guy who is literally choking you right now.

Fear spreads through your very being, your fingers clawing at his hand around your throat. All of the sudden, the Creatio protocore on his scepter releases an eerie, indigo light.

Frowning, Zayne relaxes his grip and pushes you away. “Stand back.” Your brows furrow as you cough, holding a hand up to your slightly sore throat.

Now what?

“Zayne?”

“Stay away from me.”

Before you can do anything, a myriad of brambles sprout and slither with serpentine precision toward Zayne.

“What are these things!?” You were clearly in a panic, worried for yourself but also…worried for Zayne.

Seemingly alive, the brambles ensnare Zayne’s entire body and dig into his limbs and torso. It’s exactly like your first meeting, when he was bound to the throne.

“There…Are they preventing you from leaving?” You bring your hand up to your mouth in shock.

This…was how Astra treated His followers?

Zayne’s gaze is as cold as winter’s sting. “The Foreseer cannot set foot outside of the Tower of Thorns.”

One of the brambles rushes for you and you try your best to move out of the way. It manages to scrape your arm, a clean cut, almost as if it were trying to send a warning toward you.

Zayne lifts his finger and a wall of ice appears to shield you from the remaining brambles. “A few swipes is all it needs to take your life.” You remember how the Creatio protocore glowed when you talked about being outside the Tower.

“...Is it because I suggested you leave this place? Your wounds…Are they from the brambles?”

Is this your fault for mentioning anything?

“He is warning us.”

“...Astra?”

You were really starting to dislike this so-called ‘God’.

Though, you do recall that only Astra could “perpetually freeze” His Foreseer. The Creatio protocore…is that His method to keep an eye on the Foreseer?

Not only does Astra punish any attempt to leave the Tower, but even the mere thought of it is also intolerable.

“You’ve attempted to leave this Tower before…Haven’t you? That’s the reasoning behind all of your scars.”

What kind of God punishes His own followers?

“I have no recollections of such.”

“I’m sorry. I was unaware…I assumed you didn’t want to leave.” Your hand clenches into a fist.

Maybe…If you broke the Creatio– No, you still need it to ensure your survival.

“You’ve begged enough for forgiveness. Destiny’s guiding hand may have brought you here, but it is time to abandon your curiosity.”

The brambles seem to have calmed down and disappeared into smoke. If not for your wounded arm, you would’ve assumed you were dreaming.

“There will be a solar eclipse tomorrow. I must wait at the Tower’s pinnacle for the prophecy. Unless I tell you, you are prohibited from entering.”

“Astra gifted one of His eyes to the Foreseer. By walking the winding path of time did the Foreseer understand His passings. This is the power of a god.”

- Philos: Tome of the Foreseer

Hey guys! Hope you didn't forget about what I said earlier <3

I'm gonna soft-drop a few ideas I have here, just because I don't want to make a separate post if no one is actually interested!

So here's some old Google docs ideas I had; one was a marvel version of my hero academia– with like Iron Man as All Might and Spiderman as Izuku and our main character would've been someone else entirely. Gertrude Yorkes who is an actual character in the comics, who has a pet velociraptor (or a deinonychus). I have everything fleshed out (and by that I mean all of the teachers and I even included the Titans because...lets face it. They're some of the best DC characters.

I also had a sword art online fic and some black clover ocs but...let's not talk about them 😭

My miraculous type idea was instead of kwamis, there's spirits in the items. And it'll be slightly asian inspired with the two heroes being Yin and Yang to each other, like how Cat Noir and Ladybug are the opposites. Like the jewelry is called shinzō (which means heart), so if the jewelry is destroyed the divine beast inside of it will die. And the top evil person being a hot lady, possibly the female mc's older sister or something.

I had another my hero idea, but since it's hard to insert ocs into the main plot, I made my own school with teachers, students, etc. So instead of trying to fit an oc in, I decided to make it so much more difficult for myself by making over 20+ new characters and quirks for a new school in the universe of mha. 🕴 I still have it, but I honestly doubt I have plans to write it 😭 or any of the above ones besides maybe the miraculous spin-off one.

I had a BL (boy's love, gay, yaoi) isekai idea where either the mc is afab non-binary and isekai's into the body of a male character or I might just make them a boy instead? However, I might scrap this idea because I had a better one a few months later that was the mc being a trans man, but not being accepted so he uh...possibly unalives himself and then wakes up in an alternative universe where he's a man (and it's a/b/o for some reason) and the plus side to this is, the version of him in this universe was a trans woman. So, they switch realities and it's a whole "they were put in the wrong universe on accident" type of thing. Either way, both ideas were a/b/o and I definitely had more written for the first one (I even named it "Out of Tune"), but it's a toss up for if I'd write it or not.

I have an isekai one where the mc went into a game she was playing, a mature game so– yeah. I have an S-rank hunter story since there's not many dungeon stories with a female mc. I have a random regression story that I don't have much written on...one called "All the villainess wants to do is die", which I might change tbh, but the mc possibly isekai's ofc. And of course she's a wrongly accused villainess who is actually a saintess. There's magical powers usually based on family lines, there's divine beasts, just wild stuff like that!

Then I have a non-isekai story similar to the manwha "Philomel" where the mc reads a book about her life at a young age and learns she might be a fake princess and eventually gets executed for being a fake.

And then finally, my magnum opus, the game of thrones-like story. I had no name for it, the Google doc is simply named "Vothad, Odura" which is the name of the world it takes place in. Vothad is the capital in the North and I have the other names as well, but this note is getting pretty lengthy tbh 😭 so I'll make Odura have it's own post if anyone is interested in the gods and the universe itself. I made all of this for a project in the 12th grade to create our own country, only for my teacher to say...it had to be based in the real world on the day of the presentation so...imagine my surprise. I even had to come up with a stupid national anthem 😭

There is a lot more I could say about this one, but just let me know if yall wanna hear about it and I can make a separate post for it! Like I have some mythos I was working on, a lesbian goddess couple who spawned a kid from their brain like Zeus having Athena– and just about the geography of Odura!

Anyway, I am so sorry for the rant, I doubt anyone came here for original work. Yall are just here for the hot LADS men and, honestly, I can't blame you 🩷

Taglist; @orphicmeliora , @yoongi-tunes , @mitzkooni , @hiqhkey, @tanspostsblog , @shypotatoes013-blog

[justmeinatree]

02 - Astoria : Locked Us On An Island

Summary : you find yourself trapped on a pirate ship, desperate to be saved. or is it the pirate that needs saving …

hope fades away in astoria, i’ll say whatever doesn’t make me stronger kills me

previous part

Word Count : 4.3k

A/N : it’s finally been figured out, this will be a 4 part miniseries !! i hope yall enjoy ✌️

“niall, let me row a bit, please,” you huff. 

the last few hours went by in a flash. from following niall up to a lifeboat. to the both of you struggling to do a 3+ person job, as quickly as you could, escaping the endless captivity that was forced upon you for the last week. 

the adrenaline seemed to leave your body as instantly as the boat hit the waters below. you felt the panic leaving your bones, your heart rate decreasing for the first time, the weight on your chest waning, your lungs sucking in a solid breath. and although the reality that was the last week, seemed to be settling inside you, exhaustion hitting tenfold, you still were not about to let niall row all the way. christ, he’s saved your life time and time again, the least you could do was this.

“would you just relax,” niall chuckles, shaking his head. “you act like this is my first time rowing off into the night.”

“wait” you exclaim, look of shock stricken on your features, “you’ve seriously done this before ? i thought you’d been on that ship all this time.”

niall laughs, eyes crinkling at the thought of a sedentary pirate, slowing his rowing to look at you properly, “s’my 6th time leaving a crew, darling. really no big deal there, pirates are always getting in scuffles. we’re not exactly the friendliest people. constantly getting thrown out for any number of reasons.”

“i had no idea,” you hum incredulously, shellshocked at the thought of doing such a thing every couple of years from the sounds of it. 

“it is, however, my first time with company,” he smiles wide, starting to row again. “you’ve no idea how amazing that is, honestly.”

“umm,” you hum, biting your lip. a thought plaguing your mind since you’d left the not-so-safety of the ship, something you were nervous to bring up, as you were petrified of the answer, “how does this end ? this little lifeboat voyage we’re on, i mean.”

you’d been stressing the idea, the further you seem to be heading into nothingness. although it was nice, the reassurance that niall had done this many times, without seemingly being too scarred from it all. but that doesn’t stop the anxiety all that much. was a boat supposed to just find you ? what if that boat held more pirates ? surely niall couldn’t fight them all off. would you be finding land ? what would that look like ? where would you be ?

“we’re probably about another hour from a little island. can rest up there for a while, then row to the mainland,” he explains as if there wasn’t much to it.

“wha- you know where we are ?” you ask even more confused. who was this man ? he was becoming more and more of a mystery. “how in god’s name could you possibly know ?”

niall laughs again, “christ, no faith in me, you,” he tuts playfully. “rule number one of living at sea, learn your way, take note of your surroundings at all times, and know how to get yourself to safety.”

“but how do you even know where you’re going ? it’s pitch black, no sights to even take in,” you wonder, eyes looking around yourself for any form of reference point. but really, everything was just pure darkness.

niall nods upwards behind you, chin pointing towards the sky, “moon’s rising behind you. we’re going west. and i know where we are because i’ve sailed these seas for over a decade, s’all i know. besides, i’ve been to that island before, one of the other times i’ve had to leave. you’re in luck too, s’one of the nicer ones.”

instinctually, you turn your head, looking up at the sky behind you, noting the crescent moon, working its way up into the sky, niall’s voice piping up to add, “sun’ll be rising soon too. excited to feel that for the first time in a while ?”

“mhmm,” you hum contently at the thought of warmth and proper lighting. it feels like a very welcomed opportunity to properly dry out. everything had been so damp. “you’re really very smart,” you murmur, a little shameful that you’d just expected otherwise due to his career choice. 

“you seem surprised,” niall chuckles breathily, smirking playfully at you, as he sees the shyness take over your face, eyes flicking away from his, demeanour curling into yourself. “hey, s’alright. i know pirates aren’t exactly known to be masterminds. and really, m’not.”

“but you know so much,” you’re quick to jump in, not wanting him to belittle himself. honestly, piracy aside, you were genuinely impressed with his smarts. “i could never do what you’re able to do.”

“lets just call it a different kind of smarts,” he smiles at you, “one you’ve never had to even consider before.”

you hum, nodding, contemplating. because he’s right. never had you a need to take note of the moon’s position, or the timing of sunrise, or reference points to find your way to safety. it honestly sounds exhausting. and for a solid moment, you felt bad for him. 

you’d always been told that pirates were like the lowest of the low. people that would do nothing but pilfer, rape, destroy, hurt. so far though, niall’s been everything but. he’s been kind, honest, caring, protective. you did not have a crush on a pirate. fuck. 

it was important not to forget that he did pilfer. stealing food and beverages for you. some boots and clothes as well. but he’s also done it in pure piracy in the past. hell, he even murdered people. to protect you from being seriously bruised and incredibly hurt. but, again, he’s also killed for no reason other than, you guessed it, piracy. 

were those things that you could forgive ? things that were of necessity just as much as it was to keep you safe and comfortable ? that’s where the line blurs isn’t it ? what were you ready to accept ? because not an ounce of his being seems truly bad. fuck, why did any of it matter ? you were not falling for a pirate.

either way, you were quickly jolted, quite literally jolted, from your thoughts, as the little row boat collides with a sandbar, sending both you and niall flying into a whiplash. 

“fuck. closer than i thought,” niall mutters under his breath, standing and stretching his arms high above his head, back rolling, muscles loosening. 

your gaze was fixated on his lower stomach, shirt ridden up from the stretch, dark tanned skin, tousle of hair leading down into his pants. the whole ordeal was over quickly, as he hops out of the boat, pulling it further up onto the sand.

you were left sitting there, thighs clenching, drool pooling into your mouth that you’re holding shut tight, not wanting him to notice anything. you could not be thinking this way. you could not.  

“y’alright there ?” niall chuckles, his hand stretched out in front of you. an offering of sorts, to help you balance yourself as you step out of the small boat. one that you accept graciously, the rocking of the waves jostling you around as you try to stand. 

“yeah, sorry. i’ve been distracted,” you explain, shaking your head, shaking the thoughts in your head, more like. 

“what’s on your mind ?” he asks, knowing how incredibly difficult this must have been for you so far. he remembers the early days at sea, they weren’t exactly the greatest. can’t imagine doing it all as a lady. one that had to fend for her life on a pirate ship. he definitely has the outmost respect for you, full admiration for someone that’s as headstrong as you’ve been. 

“uh- don’t worry about it,” you sigh softly, “just tired, i think. all this is starting to weigh heavily now.”

you were not about to let him in on your true thoughts. not for a second. christ, you didn’t even want to let yourself in on your true thoughts. because you absolutely will not come close to admitting that you’re falling more and more for a pirate. 

but really, look at him. with the sun starting to rise, you’re really seeing him properly for the first time. his eyes were piercing blue, accentuated by the brown tan that covers his skin. you’re now also noting that the brown tousles of hair poking out of this bandana turn more and more blonde the further you look from his scalp. another condition brought on by the harsh heat of the sun on the open sea.

he was well built too. muscles outlining his skin, years of hard manual labour clearly having its effects. and as tattered and dirty he was overall, you couldn’t help but wanting to curl up into him. he was he embodiment of safety, warmth, strength. even softness, a benefit to having your skin exposed to salt water. you wanted him. fuck, you wanted every little bit of him.

it was plaguing your mind. had been for a while. maybe this pirate was the silent answer to your prayers. christ, you must be delusional. it’s surely some form of projection. he’s saved your life and protected you more times than anyone else you know. that’s surely all it is. maybe a good warm nap will help you clear all these ridiculous thoughts. 

“think i’ll just take a nap if that’s alright with you ?” you hum quietly, looking around yourself to find a spot that would give you enough comfort.

“‘course it’s okay. lemme show you a good spot,” niall smiles, hand tentatively resting on your shoulder in comfort, starting to lead the way, hand falling between both of you, as you stride in time.

it took every ounce of your being not to rest your head against his hand. he was so warm, so comforting, you could cry. 

a nap. definitely a nap. 

to distract yourself as you follow him, you take in your surroundings. looking at the few palm trees, large open sandy space, nothing but shimmering blue waters as far as the eye can see. but at the moment, you were too tired to really take in how isolated this little island really was, having no choice but to put all of your faith into your pirate man. your beautiful pirate man. fuck. 

“here,” niall mutters, head nodding underneath one of the shorter trees, the shade more concise on one spot, soft grass growing beneath. “can use one of the big leaves if you want a makeshift blanket,” he explains, watching you drop down into the comfort of the grass, shuffling into the most comfortable position you can find.

niall looks around, trying to find some sort of anything that could be used as a pillow. when nothing immediately pops out at him, he quickly shuffles himself out of his vest, handing it to you sheepishly, “sorry if it’s dirty and smells bad. but, it’s a bit more comfortable than that giant root.”

he knows you’re used to much nicer things. cleaner things. nicer smelling things. he hates how much his brain is toying with him. you just want to be rescued, surely just to be brought back home and left to forget any of this ever happened. but you’ve rocked his mind more than the smallest boat taking on the largest wave. 

you were so strong, so unbothered, so determined, positive, happy. so beautiful. no pirates were ever like that. maybe his stupid brain was just confused. maybe he was just looking to latch onto the first sense of goodness. there’s no way he’d let himself fall for the lady that stumbled onto a pirate’s ship. not because he wouldn’t want to, you were everything to him since the moment his eyes fell on you. you were the little spark of light in his life. a light he hasn’t seen or felt since becoming a pirate. it’s because he was here to make sure you were safe. and once you are, reality would hit.

you would surely go back to whatever it was you were doing. marrying the richest man, if he remembers correctly. that fucking richest man. of course you don’t want someone like niall. 

“thanks,” you smile wide, accepting niall’s coat, bunching it up and cozying up to it, humming softly, contently. “really niall, thank you,” you mutter quietly, almost instantly asleep. something about having a little piece of him to curl up to seemed to wash away any and all fears. your beautiful pirate man. dammit. 

it was quite a while before you woke up again, the sun now starting to sit low on the west side of the island, clearly making its descent over the little sandbar. 

you notice that niall’s sitting just a bit further, closer to the water, fire burning in front of him, something clearly cooking overtop of it if the smell was anything to go by.

as you quickly stretch, you come to a stand, walking over to him, noting the pile of chopped wood next to him, “fuck, now i really feel bad. i’ve done nothing but sleep all day.”

niall startles slightly at your presence, not expecting you to be awake, looking over to catch you sitting down next to him. “please stop saying stuff like that,” he shakes his head with a playful smile. “really, just having someone else here is doing plenty for me.”

“you’d still be in the comfort of the ship if it weren’t for me,” you point out, really just looking for a reaction out of him. you were in a good mood after the long nap, finally a moment of silly freedom as your subconscious comes to terms with your overall safety.

“you’d be fucked if i hadn’t come with you,” he points out, eyes leaving the fire to flick to yours, a knowingly playful glint in his gaze.

“i’d have been eaten by a shark a thousand miles in the wrong direction,” you laugh, instinctually hiding your face in niall’s shoulder, slowly rising away from him when you realize what you’d done. 

niall laughs with you, “wouldn’t make it a thousand miles,” he mutters under his breath, his heart bursting at the slight touch, knowing that you’re comfortable enough to do so. and if by the looks of it, wasn’t something you’d planned, if the sheepish look you’re giving him is anything to go by.

“s’alright you know,” he murmurs, his arm gently resting over your shoulders, giving you a small nudge, a silent plea to rest against him again. if you wanted to of course.

you welcome the opportunity, tucking your head into his neck, revelling in the warmth, the comfort, hell even his pirate smell was getting to you in a good way. 

“don’t know how you did it,” you hum quietly, the darkness, the close proximity, making it easy to talk. “the first time you were rowing by yourself out at sea. must have been so scary.”

niall hums in thought, nodding, his hand on your shoulder giving a little squeeze, “think i was more scared of being hurt or weakened.”

“i thought we were gonna die out there,” you whisper, biting your lip, niall’s hand giving you another reassuring squeeze and a small rub.

“are you scared of dying ?” niall asks quietly, his head resting against yours, eyes locked on the fire ahead of him.

“yes, of course,” you nod. “aren’t you ?”

“no,” he shrugs softly. “i think to be scared of dying, i’d have to have something to live for.”

your heart shatters for him. literally, you can feel every shard of your broken heart stabbing you throughout the inside of your body. “niall-“ you murmur, looking up at him, sadness filling your eyes, “what happened to you ?” he’d mentioned his parents before. or at least his mum, and how she raised him to be kind. how did he end up here ?

he sighs, looking down at his boots, feet scuffing the sand below them, his hand rising from your shoulder to rest against your head, forcing it back down in his neck before speaking, “my mam died when i was young. a pretty graphic accident, i’ll spare you the details,” he explains quietly. “my dad couldn’t handle it. he drank the rest of his life away, and-“ niall shakes his head, “well, he eventually died too. didn’t have much going for me. no one to come and save me,” he shrugs. 

that hits you. it hits you hard. he’s done nothing but save you for the past week. something he’s doing out of the pure goodness of his heart. something he so desperately wished for himself.

“was working at the docks for a while, but i didn’t have anywhere to go, didn’t have a home. that’s one thing the pirate ships do offer. s’hard work, the food is awful, the people are a mixed bag, but at least it’s a sense of belonging.”

“niall, i- fuck,” you breathe. “i don’t even know what to say. i’m so fucking sorry. wish i could go back in time and save you somehow.”

he closes his eyes, shuts them tight, his forehead pressed into your hair, muttering, “just knowing that means the world.”

you bite your lip at his admission, a single tear rolling down your cheek, quickly wiping it away against niall’s sleeve.

“never told me how you ended up on the ship,” niall murmurs, desperate for any way to take the heat of the conversation off of him.

“couldn’t stand the rich guy,” you explain softly, shrugging. 

“why’s that ?” he asks, curious to have a glimpse into your reality.

“he’s not-“ he’s not you, you’re dying to say, but stop yourself. you can’t tell him that, fuck, you’re not sure you’re ready to accept that. to accept what that means. “he’s not a good person.”

“does he hurt you ?” niall asks quietly, bracing himself for the answer, not sure he’s actually ready for the outcome of that question.

“not physically,” you sigh. “not really anyway. not in the classic sense,” you try to clarify, shaking out the thoughts in your head. you didn’t want to talk about your sex life with niall. 

so you try again, going a different route, “he’s not sweet, he’s not comforting, he’s not really very kind to me.” fuck, he’s not you, you really wish you could shout into the void of this island. 

niall’s eyes close for a moment, squeezing you tighter to him, because really, how could anyone hurt you ? you were so sweet, so kind, how could anyone not want to give you the world ? he wishes more than anything that he could. that he had the opportunity to.

and well, he guesses that’s what separates their worlds so drastically. niall knew, deep down, that he was all the things that this guy wasn’t. but he also knew where pirates stood in the hierarchy of the world. and he knew even better where this guy stood. and that’s exactly why you were with him, and not niall. and it’s also why niall just needs to keep his mouth shut. 

so that’s what he does. he sits with you. in comforting silence. watching the fire, taking in the stars, sharing the crab he’d caught earlier. sharing a moment of empathetic peace. a moment of sympathetic understanding. a moment for the two of you to just be. secretly pining for one another, but too self deprecating to do anything about it. 

once the small bit of sustenance was polished off, niall finds himself guiding you back to the makeshift bed area, laying next to you, “get myself some rest before rowing back to the mainland tomorrow.”

why did that thought send a pit to the bottom of your stomach ? why did going back to the steadiness of flat ground make you want to vomit ? so you shuffle yourself closer to niall, silently praying that this wasn’t your last day with him. 

you stuff your face against his neck and shoulder, body curling up to his side, your hand resting on the warmth of his chest feeling the steady rhythm of his heart, murmuring, “s’a bit cold,” as an excuse to get yourself closer.

“‘course. it’s alright,” he whispers back, taking a deep breath off the top of your head, hoping that you can’t feel the increase in his heart rate. he was tearing himself up inside. with your warmth, your softness, at such a close proximity, his head was doing cartwheels. 

niall seriously cannot remember the last time he even had a conversation with a lady, let alone a cuddle with one. he can feel you two getting close, can feel the lingering heat from your breath against his ear. can feel every fibre of his being screaming at him to just kiss you. 

but then, there’s that nagging thought in his brain, telling him that it’s a bad idea. especially now, knowing that you have a man back home. and no matter how much you might hate him, you’re still with him. and well, niall refuses to let go of his sweet, kind image that he’s somehow upheld with you. and making you cheat would certainly pop that bubble that you’ve put him in. 

and so he does all that he can do. he cuddles you impossibly closer, under the premise of exchanging body heat, and falls asleep with the comforting thought that at least you had one last day together. 

it was upon waking up the next morning, that everything seemed to hit you hard. you were going home. back to reality. back to your every day existence. back to normalcy. back to your life without niall. and you hated the sheer thought of it all. however, you really didn’t have an alternative, as you’d quite proven to yourself that a life at sea was nowhere near as nice as you may have imagined.

and so you sit quietly, sadly, in the lifeboat, taking in the last moments with your beautiful pirate man. you make sure to keep him ingrained in your mind, looking over the glint in his deep blue eyes, the smoothness of his sun parched skin, the tufts of soft looking hair, the way his lips part for his tongue to poke out, the freckles lining his cheeks. 

the more you take him in, the sadder you become. this truly is the last time you’ll see niall. a reality that hits more and more the closer you get to land, the large port now visible in the distance. 

“do you know where you’re going from here ?” niall asks sadly as he helps you out of the boat again. “pirates aren’t really welcomed with open arms out here.”

“yeah,” you sigh, nodding, standing next to him, not wanting to make the first move towards goodbye. the longer you were standing there, the more awkward it was becoming, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to leaving quite yet. “where will you go from here ?”

“i’ll find my way,” niall smiles softly, “i always end up right where i need to be.” 

he looks over you, head to toe, one last time, shattered by the idea that he needs to say goodbye. he wasn’t meant to be on land, and he could never be selfish enough to force you into a life at sea. no, this was exactly what needed to happen. so he wraps his arms around you, taking a deep breath as he squeezes you tightly, “please don’t worry about me, i’ll be just fine.”

“i’m gonna miss you,” you admit quietly, your eyes pooling with unshed tears, gripping onto him for dear life. “i really wish there was a way for me to thank you. you’ve done so much for me.”

but he’s quick to shake his head, “seeing you safe is thanks enough. seriously couldn’t live with myself if i knew you were stranded somewhere at sea, getting ripped to shreds by some nasty pirates.”

as niall slowly pulls away from the hug, knowing that the longer this moment lasts, the harder it will be for him to actually walk away, he notes the unshed tears filling your eyes. and as much as it pains him, he needs to take that step, make that move towards goodbye.

he cups your cheek in his large hand, your face instantly leaning into his palm, head turning just slightly to peck his wrist. 

niall watched you attentively, storing the soft feel of your lips away for a moment where he’ll need the strength, murmuring, “this was my first rowboat trip that had me properly scared. because, i actually had someone to live for. i’m really gonna miss you darling.”

and then, a moment later, the warmth comfort of his hand has fallen, niall nodding his head in a small curtsey, before turning away and rowing off, not giving you a chance to answer.

you stood there watching him until he was nothing more than a spec on the horizon, tears silently rolling down your cheeks, a frog forming in your throat. you were in love with a pirate. 

Part 3

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[https-dollnini]

ᴢʙ1 ᴀꜱ ꜱᴀɴʀɪᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

Summary: My thoughts on what sanrio characters zb1 would be based off of their personality

Author Note: Was feeling a little silly and thought this was a good idea (I'm also a fat sanrio fan so this is very self indulgent)

ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪᴡᴏᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴍɪ

both of them look tough on the outside but are secretly sweet on the inside

defo people that pretend they listen to hard rock and then cry themselves to sleep with a ballad instead

the most misunderstood :(

but that means their also the ones to always include people and would rather die than make someone feel left out

i feel like the reason why i felt like jiwoong and kuromi matched the most in my head is because of how enigmatic and mysterious their personalities are made out to be

but trust that my man is a true softie at heart

ᴢʜᴀɴɢ ʜᴀᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ

do you see how coquette this man is

this paring is literally why i made this whole post

defo see my melody as a kind and gentle person

with hao as mother, everything in my head just clicked

the most calm and collected out of all of zb1, but that's probably just because he's an introvert in a room full of extroverts

also think that they both have such a strong liking for cute and pink things

mans literally said his favorite colour is pink

this pairing can not be any more perfect than it already is

ꜱᴜɴɢ ʜᴀɴʙɪɴ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ

you can not convince me that hanbin isn't main character coded

this is his world and we're just living in it

both of them have so many friends its insane, and are defo more on the talkative side

also feel like both of them are very dramatic

like have you seen this man every single time something mildly suprising happens

hes shocked to the core, on the floor, disgusted, making the weirdest facial expressions known to man

ALSO LOOK AT HOW CUTE BOTH OF THEM ARE

i rest my case

ꜱᴇᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴏᴍᴘᴏᴍᴘᴜʀɪɴ

the embodiment of a puppy

both of them are very playful and energetic in the cutest way possible

like have you seen this mans natural aegyo

they also spread positivity absolutely everywhere they go

like its oozing out of them

i refuse to believe that matthew has ever cried because when you have a smile like that why would you ever do anything other than show it off????

can you tell i like his smile...

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʀᴀᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴇᴋᴋʟᴇ

i was seriously debating between whether putting him or yujin as cinnamoroll bcs in my head yujin kinda fit pochacco too

BUT then i remembered that pekkle. is. a. duck!?!?!?

that literally solved all my internal conflict

LOOK AT THEMMMMMMMM

both soft hearted to the core

also a little sassy but i think we expected that

i did a little research and apparently pekkle is really good at singing and dancing

literally so many similarities

matching them together is a canon moment in my life

ꜱʜᴇɴ Qᴜᴀɴʀᴜɪ ᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏᴄᴀᴛ

honestly this is less about personality and more about appearance

chococat being a black cat is so perfect that i had absolutely no choice but to give it to ricky

AND YOU SEE THAT STRAWBERRY PHONE CASE IN THE PICTURE?!?!?

as a strawberry enthusiast i think that ricky would approve

moving on, i think he's a playful and funny character

defo looks cold at first but once you warm up to him you see how he pays attention to the little details

lovelicky fr

ᴋɪᴍ ɢʏᴜᴠɪɴ ᴀꜱ ᴋᴇʀᴏᴘᴘɪ

look at this man and tell me he's not keroppi coded

sososososo cheerful and bright

he's literally one of he main mood makers of the group

also very mischievous too

i mean look at him teasing ricky every 3 seconds or annoying yujin with his love

and maybe this is the inner delulu speaking but i also think he actually looks like keroppi?!?!?

someone pls agree with me or ill cry no i really will

ᴘᴀʀᴋ ɢᴜɴᴡᴏᴏᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴜxᴇᴅᴏ ꜱᴀᴍ

ik this is kind of a weird one

but you need to understand the vision

i feel like theyre both HUGE nerds (in the best way possible)

like you know how gunwook always sprouts random facts, or goes into a rant about information that no normal person would know???

yeah. thats what i mean.

i also feel like they're both really laid back people that love to enjoy the moment they're in to the fullest

i will continue pushing this agenda until everyone is brainwashed to agree with me

ʜᴀɴ ʏᴜᴊɪɴ ᴀꜱ ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴏʟʟ

we all saw this coming

so baby

thats all i have to say

literally just shy little cuties trying to make their way through life the best they can

once they warm up to you though...

they genuinely can't shut up

will say the weirdest things at the weirdest times for absolutely no reason

but they get a free pass because LOOK AT THEM OML IM GONNA DIE

the way i can see yujin using the excuse "i'm just a boy"

he is, just a shy, cute, menace of a kid

[doodle17]

Hi there [walks up to you with a clipboard and pen] I’d like to ask you a few questions about your lobotomy family au.

Do you think anything Raz owned had his birthdate on it? Like the blanket with his name on it was like made specially for him and had his birth information on it? Or did Cal have no idea how old this child was or when his birthday was when he found him? Cause I was thinkin what if the inmates all got together and came up with a birthdate for him and decided one arbitrarily so they could celebrate every year. That would be cute I think.

Do u think Raz ever stumbled into some random places at camp. Like what if he accidentally fell into a stump and wound up in Ford’s lab? Ford goes “who is this sassy lost child” and helps him out and then immediately forgets it actually happened the next day and writes the experience off as a weird dream. Or maybe Raz finds him again later in like the lodge and ford gives him a free psi pop or smth lol. Ford being the only adult who knows Raz exists and not really taking note of it because of the state of his mind, or telling like Sasha and Sasha not taking it seriously like “I bet he’s just been listening to too many of the campers’ stories”. Good concept I think

Raz knowing the camp’s entire layout like the back of his hand before he actually gets to attend camp as a camper. Coach is like “here let me show you back to the kids’ cabins” and Raz is like “no thanks I already know where they are” [backflips into the trees]

Hm do you think Raz got to practice many psychic skills before camp? Or did he not really get to understand it because of Cal’s strained relationship with psychic powers. Idk if you answered this elsewhere but what’s going on there. Raz experiments and makes a levitation bubble and cal immediately flips out and tells him to never do that again? Or is he a supportive dad and helps Raz figure it out. Hm. Cal and Augustus both have psychic trauma so maybe that part wouldn’t be changed from the original. What do you think lol

I’d imagine Raz did get lots of practice with his psi-crobatics tho. Psychic stuff and acrobatics both coming naturally to him plus all his practice climbing around in the trees probably meant he was able to develop that skill pretty well, even if he doesn’t really understand how it works lol. This au needs to keep the adults being shocked with how well he can maneuver some of those obstacles like in basic braining because of his acrobatic upbringing

Anyways sorry I didn’t ask you many questions I mostly just rambled at you LMAO enjoy I guess lol

NO DONT BE SORRY I LOVE RAMBLE ASKS LIKE THIS

Okay, to answer your first question, the blanket Raz got was kind of a passed down thing. It actually has Dion and Frazies birthdays on it, but it didn't have his because Nona couldn't sew it on in time before the accident :( its kind of funny though, because the inmates argued about which one could be his birthday, despite the fact that, that would mean this baby was actually 8 or 6 lol

And OMG FORD KNOWING THAT RAZ EXISTS BUT SINCE HES KIND OF CRAZY NO ONE BELIEVES HIM IS SO FUNNY TO ME- And yes, Raz has stumbled into Fords secret lab multiple times

“here let me show you back to the kids’ cabins” and Raz is like “no thanks I already know where they are” [backflips into the trees] <- THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD ABSSISHKAN

Anywas, yes! Raz has already gotten himself familiar with the camp. He will admit it's a lot more different in the day time though.

For Psychic powers, he had a bit of an understanding of it. He knew how to levitate a bit but not for very long. He was pretty good at telekinesis and pyro. Cal doesn't really care to much about it. He's actually pretty proud! But he's still VERY protective because he doesn't want him to be discovered by the wrong people and have the same thing that happened to him, happen to his son. He is very similar to Augustus in that sense, he wants to be supportive, but he also wants to keep his kid safe, y'know?

And acrobatics do come surprisingly naturally to Raz. As a kid, he found he was surprisingly agile, and that whole thing Donna said about "highly stretchable ligaments" was no joke! He also has double jointed everything, no joke. It's kind of funny how naturally he can flip and twist his body. He's obviously not as good as he would have been if he was still raised by the Aquatos, but he's still pretty good.

I am just happy to spread the brainrot that this au has inflicted upon me :)

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO nah dw abt embarrassing me it must be done….Id rather you see it than have me send it to someone who doesn’t match my freak and have them think im insane

Omg Karasu in the lead?? Guys…….Mira you’ve fr cultivated Karasu nation LMAOO but no you’re so right I remember seeing a poll awhile ago from someone and ofc there were the fan faves like Nagi Reo Kaiser as options and I was shocked to see Karasu there?? Ofc he was dead last in the results but not unexpected ig….also BAROU THIRD GUYS!!!! Barouism rising too??

No seriously Isagi would be sooo cooked if Nagi wasn’t there….trust I know that Nagi goal in u20 is gonna make him skyrocket I’m imagining all the edits to it now LMAO

It’s just the miraverse of content….new genre it’s called “would Mira watch this?” The parallels do go hard though I wasn’t expecting to find so many LOL

HAAHA SHIDOU lowk that’d be really funny….imagine like a 200k wc fic of Shidou shenanigans and sus quotes

Maybe I’ve been too desensitized because when you said too extreme I was expecting a lot more violence LMAO you got the perfect amount though I think when you said extreme I was thinking of Shidou level oops

NO FR?? Like he’s not gonna ever take the top spot but lowk I’ve grown to appreciate him….youre so right though LOLL closeted sweetheart >>> closeted asshole bro wait the grape candy scene was so cute I forgot to mention….its so funny how he kinda just gives it to her without saying anything about it like how people would do secret deals or something but no it’s just grape candy LMAOOO

THREE bro….the aura is crazy…to the dude who wanted your insta you should’ve been like “if you buy me a $50 cupcake I’ll give it to you” /j lowk investing in a bodyguard does not sound like a bad idea tho

OOOOOOH very excited for everything….also the whole masterlist layout for the oaeu>>>>>>>> the visuals look so CLEAN omg but guys look it’s aiku on Mira’s blog!!!! I saw the poll and have not touched it like wdym I’m supposed to choose???? Let’s see if I can be decisive for once but just know I was debating between tabieitaken and barou….speaking of im kinda curious to see which idea of mine will spark inspiration first LMAO take ur time tho im being so well fed with everything in the lineup so far

Im also laughing missing the cutoff is so funny to me because (unless I didn’t read something) it’s like if you didn’t safely get something in before the impending arrival of aiku you’re in for the long ride LMAOOOO

Ok actually real time update I just put them into a random generator to pick and voted LOL because there’s no way I’m deciding in time but I needed to show some opinion somehow….ok but anyways the main point I came back for was why is Nagi tied with your vote tracking option LMFAOOOOO I’m ngl I’ve never set up a poll here what’s the purpose of that…I just know that people aren’t supposed to pick it but I’m crying why does it have more votes than otoya and yuki

- Karasu anon

HAHA okay that is fair i will def keep you posted on any future typos 🤩 honestly they add to the experience though i mean what is a translator without occasional goofs (/j but also as someone who read a 1.5 million word novel translated online from korean #orv i am very used to wading through odd phrasing to get to the heart of a story so ngl sometimes my mind just skips over typos entirely and i don’t even notice)

unfortunately karasu nation has fallen…he’s in second now (w barou as a very close third) because SAE ITOSHI has a healthy lead 😭 honestly it was expected that man just has too many fans 😓 and most of the other characters on there aren’t AS popular (i’m sure there would’ve been more of a split if rin kaiser or isagi were included but honestly none of them were screaming oaeu to me…sae is kinda in the same category as them for me but he had strong oaeu potential hence why he’s included despite not being a miraverse all star like nagi karasu and barou)

I AM SOOO HYPE FOR THE EDITS PLSSS karasu and otoya edits from third selection?? nagi edits from the u20 game?? BAROU EDITS FROM THE U20 GAME 🤤⁉️ AHHH it’s going to be so good i just know those editors are going to cook up so many delicious concepts i’m actually hype (barely one more month we’re so close!!) and LMAOO no literally iirc nagi scored like four of the five goals against barou and naruhaya or something like if he hadn’t done that isagi would’ve had the naruhaya treatment and been out for good 😭 tik tok fans forgetting who the og goat of bllk was 😢 okay but honestly that’s why i love having nagi AND barou as my favs because one or the other is always up!! truly no losing there (and bllk bros automatically respect anyone who loves barou because most of them are barou glazers as if barou is ANYTHING like them 😒)

i guess part of it is also probably just kaneshiro using typical character archetypes too?? like girly dude white haired dude flirty dude etc etc the nagi dragon art was insane work though like what was the reason for that except to cater to us specifically

nah because yk i’d cook even for shidou 😭 but he would not be my first choice (or my second, or third, so on and so forth) HAHA he’s just a bit too chaotic plus like we’ve mentioned i don’t really find him too attractive even though ik some people do?? LMAOO omg idt i could ever write a character as violent as him especially not kiyora…like he’s chill for the most part just not hesitant to punch someone if needed i guess is how i interpreted it?? whereas shidou would just do it for funsies

I HAD FUN WRITING THE GRAPE CANDY SCENE IT JUST FELT SO HIM like the way he gives her a piece after she successfully swallows a pill as if she’s a dog or smth it’s just so innocent 😭 meanwhile reader is like “wow our tongues will match 😏” FBXJFKDS and him writing his number on the empty box so he doesn’t have to throw it away OR actually give her his number in person for fear of rejection…kiyora my underrated goat fr 🥹

JFNFJDDJSJ PLSSS just drop a quick “erm have i known you since you were four years old?? yeah i didn’t THINK so!!” and move on…i fear writing has made my standards very high hence why i’ve never been in a relationship but you’ll never catch me settling fr 🥱 if they’re not like bfb karasu or peregrine nagi or white butterfly hiori I DON’T WANT THEM 🤣 or ig someone like seabird sae would work too HAHA i’ll sacrifice the pining for a man w money and a sense of humor 🤩

OMG YAYYY I’M GLAD YOU LIKE IT i was inspired by those dollar store self help books as well as rom com movie covers when i was making it and i think it turned out well!! and then i saw one of the graphics accounts i follow had posted the green and purple hearts divider and i was like holy shit this is PERFECT it matches so so well w his entire aesthetic…also peep oliver and aiku being diff colors like his heterchromia 😮 LMAOO genuinely this is probably aiku’s first appearance on my blog (besides his cameo in the last part of fwtkac) but ahhh i’m trying to figure out which req to do next myself!! i have a few to choose from so there’s def a bit of variety…i’m thinking of your requests i’ll probably do chigiri?? because barou is part of the oaeu and idk if i feel connected enough to bachira to write for him yet 🙂‍↕️

NFJDBXSNK no because that’s literally what it is…after the gagamaru req my inbox was pretty stagnant in terms of new reqs so i was like ok let me just get these ones cleared out and then i’ll go back to posting my own things again as well 😭 literally the two hiori requests are from my 500 follower event so from back in JUNE like i need to wrap these up and post them 😭 but idm making the newer ones wait like they can go on the crazy oaeu ride w all of us in the meantime 😩

OMG WHO DID YOU END UP VOTING FOR (unless you want to keep it a secret because if so i understand 🫡) also omg that annoys me sm like fr a pet peeve…basically no one can see the results of a poll until they vote but that includes the creator of the poll?? so if you don’t want to skew the results you just make another option so you can keep track of the poll while it’s still open 🤩 but i absolutely HATE when people pick that option like are you seriously that desperate to know the answer that you pick the option that literally says it’s only for me?? it doesn’t matter what you put people will vote on it but it’s so annoying ughhhh i can’t stop putting it because i’m nosy and like to know what’s going on with the poll in real time but it fr irritates me that people pick it like literally just choose a random option if it’s that deep 😒 i think part of what annoys me is like it so clearly says don’t pick it…and then people still pick it…like were you all dropped on the heads as children or smth…ANYWAYS sorry i feel like i’m so chill normally but there’s random things that genuinely make me crash out for no reason 😭 ALSO POOR YUKI AND OTOYA they’re still behind the FOR MIRA ONLY OPTION (me rn: 🤬😡) atp i’m not going to do polls anymore…like damn sorry i tried to get you all involved why are you being stupid and illiterate rn

actually tbh it’s not that deep idk why it enrages me sm 😰 but uhhh i fear it does for some reason

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Thanksgiving with Chris and Co. For the first time (choose your own Chris)

Warnings none its fluff shes nervous.I dont specifically mention names of his family members cause you can choose your own Chris I think most Hollywood Chris’ have sisters, but is just say kids and sisters but its just her meeting “his” family for the first time. I just used my favorite Chris ‘ photo

COMMENTS appreciated!! So are Rebologs . No permission to translate republish or print

My family isn't one for Thanksgiving.

So once Chris heard that he, very quickly invited me to celebrate with him and by invited I mean he was slightly pushy and by slightly pushy I mean he insisted I go and before I knew it there was a plane ticket in my inbox and me without a viable excuse . Chris and his stupid picking me up in a private yet so I can't claim to many people and covid exposure. Damn that man for knowing me so well.

When he saw me he had this sweet but smug smile with his hands out read or a hug. I put my grumbles pouty face on that I could bitin the inside of my mouth so I wouldn't break it as we both often break into smiles seeing eachother.

I passed him but he had brought me into a hug anyway.

"Hey baby" he wispered even though it was the two of us and I know there's a steward or two somewhere but they weren't around.

"Aww why so grumpy? Someone needs a kiss."

I roll my eyes. And somehow my grumpy pout had disappeared but I put it back on.

"Really?" He deadpanned.

"I'm just nervous"

"They're gunna love you."

"Chris i bet you say that to every girl you dated."

"Whats your point thats my job as a boyfriend to be reassuring."

"Great thankks."

"No I mean it though. You're sweet you eat more than a carrots so you've got my moms heart right there. You're great with kids. You can drink my weight in vidka,"

I giggled if only he knew half my shots in bars were water a little deal I work out with the bartenders when Chris and I first started dating I was worried I couldn't keep up with him.

"Yea but I'm better with kids I'd rather color then I dont know people my own age always hate me."

"I dont hate you."

"You're like 5 years older. Doesn't count."

"Sweetie if i didn't think everyone would get along I wouldn't have introduced you during Thanksgiving ok? " he stroaks my face as he helps me buckle in.

"Ok."

He gives me nose a small kiss which I can't help but smile and giggle.

After a nap a few kisses and a bad movie called "before we go" idk if you've heard of it "Ugh love sick dude no one looks that handsome must be prosthetics." I complained with a smile. I got a kiss in return "so you agree "

We get there and then we're getting out if the car to the front door i breathed in

"Ok I can't do this I this is a bad Idea ill just ill feel more comfortable at your house seriously I'm used to spending Thanksgiving like its just a Sunday and"

"Hi come on in" his mothers bright voice greets us and me by name.

I'm a bit shocked but Chris looked amused,

"Come in come in. Christopher take her coat. Ylu can wash your hands in the sink in the kitchen or the bathroom."

I look at Chris.

"I may have told them a bit about you."

Oh god what else did he say?

"Its a good idea honey. " she says.n

I wash my hands and try to calm myself and I walk into Chris when I open the door.

"You ok?"

"Yea just nervous. Really nervous."

"Come on," he offers his hand. "Dont be mad."

Oh god I wanted to throw up

"Oh god."

"No I just said you were nervous."

But they were really nice his they even asked if they could give me a hug. The kids ran towards Chris and then introduced me with someone asking Chris if I was a princess cause I was really pretty. I only knew that because Chris said

"You're are so right she is a princess and not just because she is pretty. But she is pretty isn’t she.”

Damn that man. I couldn’t help but smile. Evil. he’s evil.

The kids were tugging for us to color something I was perfectly comfortable with. To be honest it seemed like me and Chris were the ones acting like toddlers and stealing each others crayons.

One if his sisters brought over some snacks for the kids.

"You know you don't have to color right?"

"Its ok. I like it and I get to spend time with Chris and Chris gets to spend time with them and frankly kids are less intimidating."

I really need to shut up.

"Not that you're intimidating or your familt is just i just need to shut up."

"Its ok" his sister a studied me.

Not too long after an argument came about when two of the kids wanted the same color and then Chris had taken it to use to settle it which made it worse.

"Can you two share?" I asked calmly

They both said yes but both wanted it right now.

How about we split the crayon in half and you both can use it now?

They both thought for a moment and agreed. I easily split in half and sharpened both sides. Both kids were happy.

Change in P.O.V. 3rd person

Chris had been watching her in awe able to settle an argument that has left the two cousins arguing and in tears before, with a simple flick of the wrist. God he wanted to kiss her. He slid her half on his lap and kissed her on her cheek as the kids ewwwd Chris stuck his tongue out.

"Chris" she slapped his chest.

She had no idea his family had been watching until later on no other girlfriend of his was this well with kids or this calm with them. Or eatting cookies.

"Lets go outside hm" he wislered in her ear.

"K"

"Behave you two"

"You too Uncle Chris." One of the boys fired off. "I think you have an admirer" Chris said as they were walking to go out to the backyard.

"Well he has to get in line." She laughed.

When they got outside he pulled her into him surprisingly quick.

"That was so sexy" he gave her a a sweet but almost needy kiss.

"Chris I solved an argument between two kids."

"Yea but"

"While you made things worse." He rolled his eyes.

"You doing ok though?"

"Yea." She smiled and Chris' hart should be pounding from thr love he felt because she always took his breath away but it was so at ease with her. They were outside kissing for a little while and giggling like teenagers until they were interrupted.

One of the boys, he one who was obvious about his crush.

"Grandma say dinner is ready."

Chris sighed in disappoint.

"Ok"i rolled my eyes at my big baby of a boyfriend.

Chris tried to lead me inside but was stopped by the boy

"Ladies first."

"Why thank you young man. Nice to know someone in this family has manners." She winks at Chris.

After she and Chris wash up which ends up in some water flicks and giggles, he is playful anyway but had done everything at every moment to make sure she was relaxed and calm plus that smile of her was his favorite in the world second only to her giggle and slight snore as she slept.

They went to the table, while she took a seat the little boy sneaked under Chris arm and sat down.

"Well excuse me where did you come from."

"My mommy." Everyone laughed.

"And where am I supposed to sit young man?"

"Theres a spot at the kids table."

Which gave way to more laughter.

"Ookay you" Chris easily picks him up and put him down at the kids table as his girlfriend says,

"Nice to know I have options if me and Chris don't work out."

"Sweetheart you are not getting rid of me that easily." Chris said as he sat down.

"Oh ye of little faith."

There was easy laughter which set the scene for a an easy comfortable dinner.

At one point Chris mother asked for his help getting more rolls out from the oven.

"I love her Ma." He said the minute he stepped through the kitchen door.

"I know I've said I love girls before but its slightly different with her."

"I personally love how she eats like a normal person honey."

Chris chuckles "I told her you'd think that."

"But I love how happy she makes you. Your eyes are brighter. Then they have been in a long time."

"I need some help picking out rings." He said it like it was the weather but his stomach was churning.

"Well I'm sure one of your sisters can occupy her one day so the rest of us can go "

"Thanks Ma."

"I should be thanking her you seem happier and healthier than I can remember. But don't wait to long you've got some competion."

His mother moves the door slightly to point to the table and the little boy who took his chair.

He goes in the other room shaking his head "I am not even gone for 5 minutes and you're moving on."

"I did nothing he sat here."

"Young man don't make me wrestle."

"Please uncle Chris we both know I can take you." In a as-a-matter-of-fact tone. Chris had always let his neices and nephews win.

"I hate to break it to you buddy but she likes to kiss."

"Ew."

"Christopher" hwr face went bright red.

"Honey it's just the truth."

Chris clears his throat.

"Do I have to move you again?"

The little boy rolls his eyes "ill be back darling." And jumped down to the kids table.

"Oy" she said dropping her head Chris takes his pointer and moves her head up to give her a kiss.

"I am only staking my claim maiking sur when knows you are mine "

"Staking your claim? Yours hu? I don't see a ring on this finger Christopher."

She laugh little did she know what Chris was planning.

After dinner and desert they dtay the night as it was late and the roads a bit slick.

It was a snug fit in his single bed which Chris was so happy about. He loved holding onto her as she slept.

"You enjoy yourself?"

"Yea it wasnt as scary as I thought."

"You're family is really nice."

"They think you're sweet. And nice and beautiful and that I am lucky to have found you."

There was a knock in the door. It was late "who is it?"

It was that little nephew of chris'

"I think its for yiu" he teased.

The little boy handed over a picture he drew of her an adorable portrait

"This is so beautiful thank you."

"Let me know if he gets mean or grumpy."

"I will. Now go to sleep."

"Ok" he cherps.m.

She closes the door.

"Jeezy I went from favorite uncle to public enemy number 1."

She closed the door

"He is too cute."

"I think I'm going to have to have a talk with him."

"Just dont give him nightmares ok baby."

"Never." But he was going to make sure he knew who was your number 1 and two. Him and dodger hopefully in that order.

"So what do you want to watch. "

"Anything"

"Penu-"

"No"

"You said anything." He puts it on

"Besides," he gives her a kiss "I think you-" he kisses her before he finishes the sentance and is partcillay forgotten until they get too tired to kiss.

"I love you" she said nuzzling thier noses.

"I love you too" he leanes up to kiss her forehead then her nose then her lips.

"Don't start that again."

She can feel him smile against her lips.

"I dont know what you mean?"

"Hmhm. Promise you won't let me fall of the bed?"

He gripped on her hip a little more as well as the clothing underneath his hanth."

"Don't worry ill never let you go. I love you too much."

The two of them slept very peice fully next to eachother him holding her and thier smiling lips close enough that once in a while one gave the other a kiss in thier sleep .

Ahe had no idea that next year this time she'd be Mrs. Evans as Chris didnt want to wait too long and very thankful her mother-in-law would insist on hosting. But right now they just slept so peaceful in eachothers arms even his siblings who came into wake them for breakfast couldn't help but aww and then they kinda all gathered.. But, that didn't stop them from taking a few pictures- no one could deny the two of them were so in love.

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Note: I will never leave any decision I make up to Nichole again. Today is truly the most embarrassing day of my life.

It had been a whole two months since you had spoken with Pete. You kept in touch with him regularly and preparations for the event were coming along smoothly. In addition, Clyde would also be performing that night which means he would be coming with you.

Today was Monday which meant that you had briefing. However, unshockingly, you were running extremely late. Your feet felt as though they were going at one hundred miles an hour.

While waiting for the elevator you rocked back and forth of your feet as though that would make it come faster. When the door finally opened you got in and pressed the button multiple times in hopes it would make go. The door began to close when an oddly familiar well kept hand pushed the door open revealing the face of its owner, and your suspicions were correct, it was Nichole. She got in the elevator mumbling a “hi” then proceeding to press the button multiple times as you had done before.

You both stood there in a comfortable silence, praying to the Lord above that this elevator would move faster. When the doors finally dinged open you both shot out of there, run-walking to the conference room. Clearly you didn’t want to be late, that goes for either of you, but you were so you had to be nippy with things.

The room was packed, more full than it’s ever been. This was certainly questionable. You scanned the room quickly, your eyes landing on one familiar person. Clyde. Wait—

Clyde was at Monday briefing?

Pete was also here, stood at the front with the general business manager. In your two years working for this place not once had there been every single member at briefing, you were starting the thing it would never happen yet here you were, staring at the sea of people where were still settling down. Many, almost half, didn’t have seats.

“I think they made today mandatory.” Nichole said, “And I overheard some of the women saying that Thelman is a ‘known hottie.’” Nichole stared critically at him for a while. “I guess he’s cute. Though not nearly as cute as Tolkien.

You smiled. The air in the room was hot and humid, smelling like sweat and too many human beings. “I can’t believe we have to actually do this. This is probably a fire hazard and not even remotely relevant to our work.”

“It beats doing actual work.” She grabbed your wrist pulling you through the throng of people crowing the entrance. “Besides it’s looking this this guy is going to take you from me pretty soon.” She was joking, clearly, however she wasn’t entirely wrong, you had been spending a lot of time with Pete recently. “Consider my presence next to you as the equivalent of a father cleaning his rifle in front of his daughters boyfriend before prom.”

“Awee, daddy.”

Clearly you weren’t the only person who had noticed Clyde. Nichole jabbed a sharp elbow into your ribs. “Hey look, your mans there why don’t you go ask him for a seat.” Even though you could tell she was joking from the way she wiggled her eyebrows at you, you could also sense the seriousness in her voice. You felt yourself heat up. You could not go as sit on your fake-boyfriends lap. That would be insane. Then you remembered, to Nichole, he’s your real-boyfriend. Your reasoned that if you wanted this whole thing to be believable you probably should go and do as she suggested.

The idea was completely and utterly insane, why were you even considering it?

Your cheeks reddened again at the sheer idea. There’s no way on earth you’d do that. But then again—

Before you could even finish your rationalising, looked at him again knocking you off your train of thought completely. He was wearing his usual clothing and in deep conversation with Tweek Tweak, much to your shock, you’d never seen him here before either, nor had you pictured Clyde talking to him. Weird collab. When his eyes met yours, you grinned and waved at him. For some, yet unknown, reason that likely had something to do with their huge, ridiculous, unlikely secret.

“I can’t believe they didn’t move this to be in a bigger room. There’s not nearly enough space. Oh, no. No, no, no.”

You followed her gaze, a few new people has arrived. The crowd immediately started pushing you toward the front of the room. Nichole yelped when some guy who weighed about four times as much as she did stepped on her toe. “This is ridiculous.”

“I know. I can’t believe more people are—”

Your hip bumped against something—someone. You turned around to apologise and—it was Clyde. Or, Clydes shoulder. He was still chatting with Tweek who wore a displeased expression and was muttering, “Why are we even here?”

“Because he’s a friend.” Clyde said.

“Not my friend.”

Clyde sighed and turned to look at you.

“Hey—sorry.” You gestured in the direction of the entrance. “A bunch of new people just came in and apparently the space of this room is finite. I think it’s a low of physics or something.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’d take a step back, but…”

At the front, The general manager started introducing Pete.

“Here,” Clyde told you, making to stand from his chair. “Take my seat.”

“Oh.” It is as nice of him to offer. Not fake-dating-to-save-your-ass, spend-twenty-bucks-on-junk-food-for-you nice, but still very nice. You couldn’t possibly accept. Plus, Clyde was more prestigious than you, and was definitely older than you and all that. He did look fit but probably had a bum knee or something and was only a few years short of osteoporosis. “Thank you, but—”

“Actually that would be a terrible idea,” Nichole interjected. Her eyes were farting between you and Clyde. “No offence, Donovan, but your three time larger than our dear Y/N. If you stand the room is going to burst.”

Clyde stared at Nichole like he had no idea whether he’d just been insulted.

“But,” she continued, this time looking at you, “it’d be great if your could be me a solid and sit in your boyfriends lap, N/N.” She smirked at herself. This bitch. “Just so I don’t have to stand on my toes?”

You blinked. And then your blinked again. And then you blinked some more. At the front the general manager was introducing Pete—“he’s going to be with us for a while so I hope that you guys can welcome him.” But her voice felt as though it was coming from far far away. Possibly because you couldn’t stop thinking about what Nichole has proposed, which was…

“Nichole I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you mumbled under your breath, avoiding glancing in Clydes direction.

Nichole gave you a look. “Why? You’re taking up space we don’t have, and it’s only logical that you used Donovan as a chair. I would, but he’s your boyfriend.”

For a moment, you tried to imagine what Clyde would do if Nichole’s decided to sit on his lap, and figured it would probably end up involving someone being murdered and someone doing the murder—you weren’t sure who’d be doing what. The mental image was so ridiculous that you almost giggled out loud. Then you noticed the way Nichole was looking at your expectantly. “Nichole, I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because this is Monday briefing.”

“Psh. Remember last year, when Wendy and Stan made out for the whole of the planning for the new album?”

“I do—and it was weird.”

“Nah, it wasn’t. Also Craig swears that during a talk we had to go to that he saw that tall guy, you know the one, getting a hand job from—”

“Nichole.”

“The point is, no one cares.” Nichole’s expression softened into a plea. “And this girls elbow is puncturing my right lung, and I have about thirty second of air left. Please, Y/N.”

You turned to face Clyde. Who was, very unsurprisingly, looking up at you with that nonexpression of his, the one that you couldn’t quite decipher. Except that his jaw was working, and you wondered if maybe that was it, the last straw. The moment he backed out of your arrangement. Because millions of dollars in a contract couldn’t be worth having some girl he barely knew sitting in his lap in the most crowded room in the history of crowded rooms.

Is this okay? Your tried to ask him with your eyes. Because maybe this is a little too much. Way more than saying hi to each other and having a cup of coffee together.

He gave you a brief nod, and then—you, it already your body, was stepping towards Clyde and gingerly sitting on his thigh. Your knees tucked between his spread leads. It was happening. It had happed already. You were here.

Sitting

On

Clyde

This. Yep, this.

This was your life now.

You were going to murder Nichole’s off this. Slowly. Maybe painfully, too. You were going to be jailed for bestfriendicide, and you were a-okay with it.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to Clyde. He was so tall that your mouth was not quite level with his ear. You could smell him—the woodsiness of his shampoo, his body wash, and something underneath, dark and good and clean. It all felt familiar, and after a few seconds you realised that is was because of the last time you had been this close. Because of The Night. Because of the kiss. “So, so sorry.”

He didn’t immediately answer. His jaw tensed, and he looked in the direction of the general manager. Pete had long left and the manager was going her regular speech. On any regular day you would have payed attention, even gobbled it down, you enjoyed logistics and economics, but right now your just needed out. Of the talk. Of the room. Of your own life.

Then Clyde turned his face a little and told you, “it’s okay.” He sounded a bit strained. Like nothing about this situation was, in fact, okay.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea she would suggest this and I couldn’t think of a way to—”

“Sssh.” His arm slid around your waist, his hand coming to rest on your hip in a gesture that should have been unpleasant but just felt reassuring. His voice was low when he added, “it’s fine.” The words vibrated in your ear, rich and warm. “More material for my complaint.”

Shit. “God, I’m so sorry—”

“Y/N.”

You lifted your eyes to catch his and was shocked to find him…not smiling, but something like it.

“I was kidding. You weigh nothing. I don’t mind.”

“I—”

“Ssh. Just focus on what they’re saying, they might say something important.”

Thus was just..seriously, this whole business, it was complete, utterly…

Comfortable. Clyde Donovans lap was one of the most comfortable places on earth as it turned out. He was warm and solid in a pleasant, soothing way. He didn’t seem to mid too much having you half draped over him. After a short while you realised the room truly was too full for anyone to be paying attention to you, except quick glances from Tweek Tweak, who studied Clyde for a long moment then smiled warmly at you before focusing on the the briefing. You stopped pretending to be angle to hold your spine upright for more than five minutes and just let yourself lean into Clyde’s torso, he didn’t any anything but angled himself a little, just to help your fit more comfortably.

Somewhere halfway through your realised your had been sliding down Clydes thigh. Or, to be fair, Clyde realised and lifted you up, straightening your in a fist quick pill that made your feel like your really didn’t weigh anything. Once you were stable again, he didn’t move his arm from where it was snaked around your waist. His cheeks curved ever so slightly.

You looked to the sides. “Has it been weight? Having to lie to Pete about us?”

Clyde seemed to think about it. “No.” His hesitated. “It looked like your friends are buying that we’re together.”

“I think so. I’m not exactly a convincing liar, and sometimes I worry that Nichole might f get suspicious. But I walked in on her and Tolkien making out in the kitchen the other day.

After the talk, you considered staying to talk to Pete but decided the ass-kissing could wait. So you said goodbye to Clyde and waited for Nichole to wake up from her nap while contemplating sawing a dick on her face, then slowly headed with her to the recording booth.

When she finally woke up, you guys decided to go to get some food. You headed down into the lobby.

“So have a seminar to talk about BIPOC and Women in our industry, I’m also doing a few pop up events! And I wasn’t even the one who reached out first, it was the events that reached out to me.”

“Nichole, this is amazing. You are amazing.”

“I know.” Nichole’s winked, sliding her arm through yours. “What’s going on there?”

You squinted against the sun. The parking lot of the building was jammed with traffic. People blowing their horns and getting out of their cars, trying to figure out the source of the holdup. You and Nichole walked around a line of vehicles stuck in the lot, until your ran into a ground of people.

“Someone battery died, and it’s locking the exit line.” Someone, you weren’t sure who, said, some rolling their eyes some bounding impatiently on their feet. One pointed at a red truck stuck sideways in the most inconvenient turn.

You recognised it as Em’s, the receptionist.

“I pitch tomorrow—i need to go home to prepare. And why the fuck is Em just stood there leisurely talking with Donovan? Do they want us to bring them tea and cucumber sandwiches?”

You looked around, searching for Clydes tall frame.

“Oh yeah. There’s Donovan,” Nichole said. You looked back where she was pointing, just in time to see Em get back behind the wheel and Clyde jogging around the truck.

“What is he—” was all you managed to say, before he came to a stop, put his hands on the back of the truck in neutral and started…

Pushing.

His shoulders strained his Henley. The firm muscles of his upper back visibly shifted and tended under the black fabric as he Ben forward and rolled several tons of truck across…quite a bit of distance into the closest empty parking space.

Oh.

There was some applause and whistling from bystanders when the truck was out of the way, and a coup of peoples clapped him on the shouted as the line of cars started moving out of the lot.

“Fucking finally,” you heard one of them say from being you, and you stood there, blinking, a little shocked. Has you hallucinated it? Has Clyde really just pushed a giant truck all by himself? Was he an alien from planet Krypton who moonlighted as a superhero?

“N/N go give him a kiss.”

You whirled around, abruptly reminded of Nichole’s existence. “What? No. No. I’m good. I just said goodbye to him a minute ago and—”

“N/N why don’t you want to kiss your boyfriend?”

Ugh. “I…it’s not that I don’t want to. I just—”

“Dude, he just moved a truck. By himself. On uphill ground. He deserves a damn kiss.” Nichole’s shoved you and made a shooting motion.

You clenched your teeth and headed in Clydes direction. Wishing you’d gone ahead and drawn twenty dicks all over Nichole’s face. Maybe she did suspect that you were fake your relationship with Clyde. Or maybe she just got a kick out of pressuring you into PDA’ing, that ingrate. Either way, if this was why one got for masterminding and intricate fake-dating scheme that was supposed to benefit a friends love life, then maybe—

You halted abruptly.

Clydes head was bent forward, brown hair covering his forehead as he wiped the sweat from his eyes with the hem of his shirt. It left a broad strip of flesh visible on his torso, and—it was nothing indecent, really, nothing unusual, just some fist guys midriff, but for some reason you could help staring at Clyde Donovan’s uncovered skin like it was a slab of Italian marble and—

“Y/N?” He said, and you immediately averted your eyes. Crap, he’d totally caught your staring. First you’d forced him to kiss you, now your were ogling him like some perv in the parking lot and—

“Did you need anything?”

“No I…” you felt your cheeks go crimson.

His skin, too, was flushed from the effort of pushing, and his eyes were bright and clear, and he seemed…well, at least he didn’t seem unhappy to see you.

“Nichole sent me to give you a kiss.”

He froze half way through wiping his hands on his shirt. And then his said. “Ah.” In his usual natural, unreadable tone.

“Because you move the truck. I—I know how ridiculous that sounds. I know. But I didn’t want her to get suspicious, and there are workers here too maybe they’ll tell the chair and it will be two birds with one stone and I can leave if you—”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Breathe.”

Right. Yes. Good suggestion. You did breath and the action made you realise you hadn’t done that in a while which in turn made you smile up at Clyde—who did his mouth twitch thing back at you. You were really starting to get used to him. To his size, his distinctive way of being in the same space as you.

You squirmed. “So…should we hug or something?”

“Oh.” Clyde looks at his hands and down at himself. “I don’t think you want to do that. I’m pretty gross.”

Before you could stop yourself you studied him from head to toe, taking in his body, his broad shoulders the way his air was curling around his ears. He didn’t look gross. Not even to you, who was usually not a fan of dudes or dating or any of this.

Not gross.

“Should we just kiss?” You widened your eyes, you’d clearly caught him off guard too, you could tell by the way his expression tightened ever so slightly.

“If you think that…if your friend is watching.”

“Yeah.” You swallowed. “But we don’t have to.”

“I know.”

“Unless you don’t want to.” Your palms felt Dan and clammy so you surreptitiously wiped them on your jeans. “And by “want to” I mean if you rubs its a good idea.” It was so not a good idea. It was a horrible idea. Like all your ideas.

“Right.” He looked past you and toward Nichole who was probably in the middle of being an entire Instagram Story on you. Or live tweeting this whole event. “Okay, then.”

“Okay.”

He stepped a little closer, and really, he was not gross. How someone this sweaty, someone who’s just pushed a truck, still managed to smell good was a topic worth of a Ph.D dissertation for sure. Earths finest scientist should have been hard at work on this.

“Why don’t I…” you inched into him slightly, and after letting your hand hover from a. Moment your rested it in Clyde’s shoulder. You pushed yourself up in your toes angling your head up toward him. It helped very little, as your were still not tall enough to reach his mouth, so you tried to get more leverage by tipping your hand on his arm, and immediately realised you were basically using him. Which was the exact things he asked you not to do a second ago. Crap.

“Sorry, too close? I didn’t mean to—”

You would have finished the sentence if he hadn’t closed the distance between then and just—kissed you. Just like that.

You had kissed. You had kissed—twice now. Twice. Not that it mattered no one cared. But twice. Plus the lap. Earlier today. Again not that it mattered.

“I’ll see you around right? Next week?”

He lifted his fingers to his lips, then let his arm drop his side. “Yes. On Thursday.”

It was Monday now. Which meant you were going to see each other in 3 days. Which was fine, no matter when or how often you met— “yep see you Thurs—Hey, what about the picnic?”

“The—oh.” Clyde rolled his eyes looking a little more like himself. “Right. That fu—” he stopped short. “That picnic.”

You grinned. “It’s tomorrow.”

He sighed. “I know.”

“You’re still going?”

He gave you a look that clearly stated; it not like I have a choice even thought I’d rather had my nails extracted one by one. With pliers.

You laughed. “Well. I’m going, too.”

“At least there’s that.”

“Are you taking Pete?”

“Probably. He actually likes people.”

“Okay. I can kiss ass a little bit. And you and I can show off how dearly and committed we are to the chair. You’ll look like a wingless bird. No flight risk whatsoever”

“Perfect. I’ll bring a counterfeit marriage license to casually drop at his feet.”

You laughed and waved goodbye then jogged up to Nichole.

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[thedragonchilde]

G Gundam notes/meta, starting with episode 12-16:

This whole thing is partly crack and partly me taking G Gundam more seriously than intended - but honestly if they didn't want me to deep-dive into this stupid fighting robot show they shouldn't have given us such charming characters and hot-blooded pathos and just enough reminders between fights that their world is actually pretty screwed up and these kiddos have seen some shit.

(disclaimer: this is based on the dub)

"He's The Undefeated of the East! Master Asia Appears"

-what exactly was Domon doing during the year that Master was in the last Gundam Fight?

-fucking-- I had to take off a headphone at Domon's sobbing, I forgot how wrenching that is to listen to

-and yet we the audience, like Rain, also get the first real glimpse of him being happy and relaxed when with Master, which is sad in its own way

"Big Trouble! Domon vs. Big 5"

-in a higher rated anime, Chibodee's "that really hurt!" would've been "son of a bitch!", the tone of voice in the delivery says it all

-actually in general there are some great line deliveries in these episodes, you can tell this is when they really start grasping their characters

-a sign that something's really up with the guys, Argo is never that talkative 😛

-Domon trusting that Rain is doing the smart thing (and Rain very much not doing that)

-man, D/R is such a yo-yo. You get big moments like the joint Shining Finger in between the sniping status quo with no build-up. Like, at least retain the "stronger together" lesson so we don't have deja vu every time you're sweet.

"Shocking! Shining Finger Defeated!" / "Warrior's Crest! Goodbye, Shuffle Alliance"

-y'know, they paint Rain as the sane one, but she jumps into shit as easily as Domon

-George has the phallic sword this time

-dangit, Master, you almost had Domon and then you had to go and attack civilians. You should've known better than that

-as I've probably said before of Domon, this poor stupid boy has been through so damn much with no reprieve

-I wonder how many people became DG zombies

-for some reason I like the idea that Master and Black Joker are exes. I think it's one of those things that imprinted on me as a teen

-although I love that multiple people have independently decided that Master's Shuffle Alliance was a straight up polycule

-need more of that shuffle team in general tbh

-need more of how the shuffles fucking work

-Joker and Jack can get it, and I bet the other two were good looking in their youth as well (addendum: looked up art from the prequel manga, and the answer is yes, they can all get it)

"Ultimate Power and Evil! Rise of the Devil Gundam"

-"the same powers of life as our own" the implications!! Did they always have this power?

-oh, they have no memories of the possession

-George is a troll

-the implications of what the guys did while possessed??

-"you suggest a duel?" actually YOU did, George. AFTER insulting him. Just say you wanna fight, don't play games about it

-I love Nastasha as de facto leader of the crews

-Pretty Soldier Schwarz Bruder with his Moon Tiara

-the first appearance of Leeroy Jenkins Crockett, just charging at Master and getting his ass immediately handed to him

-was that just a visual shortcut to keep Spiegel a mystery or does it actually have camouflage capabilities

-"tell me who you are" he just did though? What you mean is "why are you helping me"

-okay, Rain comforting Domon while he has a BSoD about Kyoji is actually a nice little quiet moment. It would drive things home better if we actually got more substantial with their childhood friendship

[magicalgirlagency]

The argument of Puella Magi Madoka Magica being "everyone's first Tragical Girl" is garbage, and here's why (and no, I'm not talking about UtaKata, nor Lyrical Nanoha):

The most simple way to describe a magical girl would be "a girl who has powers", and that basically could mean almost anything, even if they don't come in the conventional means of meeting magic familiars, or by birthright.

In the Magical Girl wiki, one of the many series you can find on the list is ESPer Mami, an obscure series from Fujiko F. Fujio (mostly known for creating Doraemon), featuring a young girl named Sakura Mami, as she develops telekinetic powers.

By categorizing ESPer Mami as a magical girl, that could also mean that series like the MOTHER/EarthBound trilogy, Psychonauts, and Mob Psycho 100 are Magical Boy series (because magical boys are scarce nowadays, and people need to find protagonists that aren't dirty pigs like H*rry P*tter).

These three ESPer-centric series have dealt with plenty of serious themes, mostly of them being about psychology and human nature.

Returning to ESPer Mami, I've watched this series, and it's pretty chill most of the time. It has its fair share of seriousness, but nothing too shocking. However, the scene that stood out to me was the one where Mami learns about the Witch Hunts, and decides to keep her telekinetic powers a secret from her parents, in fear of what could happen to her.

I feel this is one of the very few Magical Girl series that have touched upon some piece of real life history, such as the Witch Hunts.

Of course, to some people, the idea of women having powers is blasphemous, so it's understandable why some heroines keep their special gifts hidden from the public. And speaking of blasphemous, here's another ESPer-centric series for you: Carrie, by Stephen King.

To put it simply, it's a story about how bullying and religious trauma can result into horrible consequences, if the victim in question has telekinetic powers and can retaliate at any moment. Basically an anti-bullying propaganda cleverly disguised as an horror movie (with Matilda being considered its Lighter and Softer version).

Carrie had many different incarnations and many different endings: Death (and implied return/ressurrection), reincarnation, running away from town, etc.; but the main plot and its iconic ball massacre scene still remain.

It's got lots of despair and catharsis to spare (hey, that rhymed!), not to mention the violence that much like its spiritual successors, makes Madoka Magica quite tame in comparison.

Anyways, what I am trying to say here, is that Carrie White was the first Tragical Girl ever, and I'm tired of people pretending that she doesn't count.

[gentil-minou]

Hello! I’ve loved your ml psychology analyses, and I was wondering if you’d being to answer a question of mine! I’ve been thinking on whether or not I want to study psychology and be a counselor, as I love to figure out how people (fictional characters for the most part lol) end up the way they do, and what is influencing their choices. I also really like to help other people who are struggling and try to give them as much support as possible because I’ve also struggled in the past, and I thought that maybe analysis and Listening skills would indicate that I might like the career, but I’m still unsure. Sorry for the rambling, but I guess I was just wondering what made you want to work in mental health and did you find your initial idea of what psychology is vs what you learned in school to be jarring? Sorry to bug, but I thought hearing what someone who’s work I look up fo would think!

ahhhh i always love questions like this because this field is, in my humble and completely unbiased opinion, one of the most important out there, and so i just love when folks are interested! especially because it's such a rewarding career even with all its difficulty!

Read more cause i rambled too much what a shock hfdjsd

my own path towards becoming a therapist is a bit of a weird one because i didn't actually take any psych classes until I was getting my masters in it shjdjkdfs (I was originally in STEM sciences).

becoming a therapist kind of happened by fortuitous happenstance: i was a teacher and found i had an especially great talent for getting kids to open up and talk about themselves and their worries. i'm also very neurodivergent and have my own complicated healing history, and once i got better i realized i really didn't want kids to go through what i went through growing up. it feels a bit selfish but in the best way, because by helping kids out i can make up for the time i spent suffering. it makes me feel good, i guess if that makes sense djkfhds

anyways, my rambling aside i think there are a couple main takeaways that i hope people going into this field can be prepared for so!

practice!!!!!!!!!!! like seriously this is one field where i think the best practice is by doing.

therapy is kinda like dating, in that sometimes you won't click with your client and they might ask to see someone else. it might not be anything personal or it might be, maybe wrong gender or ethnicity or orientation, or they just don't like your vibes. it will be okay, and it doesn't mean anything about you. when that happens i usually focus on the clients i have clicked really well with and remind myself that the client who is leaving is looking to get the best support possible, and it helps

dont trust the movies, it's way more complicated than just asking how someone feels. a lot of times people don't know how they're feeling. kinda got to work your way up to it, and first learn what feelings are

get comfortable with silence. i hate it, i suck at it. but sometimes you gotta make it reallyyyyy awkward before it can get better and the client cant open up

you will have to explain things so sometimes it will feel a lot like teaching. but it's not always so bad

so many fucking acronyms. be prepared

don't be your friends/family's therapist. don't offer unsolicited advice, unless they are open or interested. once you recognize the signs and can diagnose people it becomes waaaaay too easy. it's not always welcome, and sometimes we have to be okay with that

people won't always have the same values or opinions as you, and sometimes it might be triggering. i have a number of clients i wouldn't like or want to be around outside of work, and that's okay. remember to check in with yourself and let yourself have feelings. rely on your empathy and understanding to remind you that the person is what matters, not their beliefs/values. and what your job is

if you work with kids (both young and teens) you will have to work with parents. it might not be fun, but you gotta

you are human, you are born with emotions. you WILL be affected by the things people say and are going through. it isn't easy. the most important thing for anyone in this field is to get their own therapist and really make sure you stay on top of your self-care. think of it like how on airplanes you have to put an oxygen mask on yourself before you can help others; you have to help yourself before you help others.

depending on what you might specialize in (for me it's depression and anxiety) there is a significant chance you might lose a client in the worst way. it will suck and you will grieve, and it will be okay but not really. it's the reality of the field and one that's hard to accept, but i hope folks realize that

nothing beats the feeling of a client you've been seeing for a while start to unconsciously do the things you practiced in session. actually the one thing that beats it is when the client realizes they've gotten better and have made progress. it's the best feeling in the world

kinda related to the last one but it's not uncommon for someone who has made loadsssss of progress to end up experiencing something minor or major that spirals them down. they will feel bad and upset and disappointed, and that's normal. just remember that life is a series of hurdles and it's important to get back up.

this goes the same for therapists!!!! you will make mistakes! and it will be okay! you might say or do something that you think back on and go ah shit i really shouldnt have done that. and that's okay, just get back up and try again

I realize this is becoming very long and may not be as specific, but i feel like this is what i learned that was most valuable over my years in this field. if you have any specific questions i'm happy to go into more details (though my education was a bit unorthodox soooo)

[commonpigeon]

lan zhan 🐇

LAN WANGJIIII my specialest of boys...

first impression

ok my first impression was already skewed because i had been told "he was just like spock" and him and wei wuxian "are just like geralt and jaskier in many ways when i think about it..." so i already had my eye on him. but i thought he was insanely beautiful and also kind of mean but with a hidden depth and i loved it

impression now

genuinely one of my fav characters of all time because he IS like spock and he IS like geralt in many ways. i think he feels very deeply and he has a pretty solid moral compass that pulls him between his family and his soulmate. there is so much i could say about how tragic he is but it would be spoilers... but my point is he feels deeply but comes off as repressed to the vast majority of people and i think thats sooo fun

favourite moment

i literally cannot say its a spoiler. but it involves being very tragic and sad and widowed

was trying to think of any other but theyre all spoilers. he only gets better with age. OH WAIT when he fucking ruins all the magic nets during the night hunt that jin ling and jiang cheng put out and him and jiang cheng go toe to toe. theyre sooo funny

idea for a story

umm let me rewrite the fucking ending of the show its so silly he would not fucking want that

i would love for him to get a little holiday. Musical retreat spa day

unpopular opinion

umm not sure. i like him so much more than wei wuxian i am shocked when people like wei wuxian more

favourite relationship

well. it has to be with wei wuxian lol they are fucking soulmates. enemies to lovers. highschool sweethearts. theyve got it all. no but seriously lan wangji loves him soooo much he would destroy himself a million times over if it meant wei wuxian's happiness and prosperity

but i also love his relationship w lan xichen... lan xichen is one of the only people who can read lwj at all and they deeply love one another and lan xichen feels so responsible for him because they are orphans

but also LMFAO him and jiang cheng are so funny they spent like 6 months together trying to find wei wuxian and did not once bond over their shared love of wei wuxian. How is that even possible

favourite headcanon

i love to make him and jiang cheng to have tragic fucked up proxy sex while wei wuxian is dead despite that fact that they hate each other. Like i think they start angry fucking while arguing about wwx and jiang cheng's "hatred" of him and then it devolves into this weird soft thing where they both cry but dont talk about it. And then wei wuxian comes back from the dead and its sooo awkward. how do you tell your soulmate that you fucked his sort-of-brother

[elliestoybox]

So i have officially finished reading the mermaid melody manga and i have many questions and notes

(it might sound very negative but ive had a weird amout of fun with it and i am still a fan of the anime lol)

Like:

How did the anime improve on the material so much while still being pretty bad? (Dont get me wrong i love the anime very much)

Its very clear that the closer to then end it got the characterization shifted to fit the anime more (i mean this completely neutrally)

Is it me overthinking or were Michel and Michal (Mikeru and Mikaru) meant to be called Michael when they fused but everyone forgot? Including the creators? (Fr one translation note ive seen had no idea why they called him Mikeru cause that not how you say Michael in Japanese and im just like ?????)

It felt like they forgot to introduce some characters... Like Nagisa lmao (my partner was shocked when i told them taki basically only exists in the anime)

It kinda just ...ended? Like it was a very weird place and pacing to stop?

Ive seen i think wikipedia mention that some people argued that the writing is too childish and im just like ...how did you get through the WALLS of things to criticize to get to the writing??

Seriously the conveyance is so bad on the manga i couldnt begin to explain it in under an hour

Can i ask why do all the men Pink drew (at least at the time, i didnt check out aqua yet) just look like Kaito? Even Mikarus brother who Lucia says looks nothing like Kaito??

Also i literally have to talk about how the writer was the lead writer of Princess Tutu (in addition to some other things that caught my eye less lol) LIKE HOW DID END UP THIS INCOMPREHENSIBLE?????

I definitely had more I'm just very tired and surprisingly excited to check out aqua (i am expecting an absolute disaster lmao)

[terriluvss]

I know there will already be trash thrown my way for this one but I don’t care I’m here to rant again. I said I was done spreading hate but it might just be that time of the month again. Time to throw some shade in Lucys direction.

Tell me why Lucy thought it was a great idea to be left alone in a room with one of the spriggran 12 (Brandish). This moment just, irritates me so bad. It reminds me of why I thought her character was annoying all those years ago when I first watched the series as a little kid. It makes absolutely no sense, in what world is going alone in a room with the enemy who you barely got lucky surviving a safe idea? Not only is she risking herself, she’s risking everyone else in the entire guild for the selfish sake of learning about her mother who is mind you already a corpse 6 ft under ground. In what world does learning any information about her already dead mother become such a critical concern that she’s willing to let her guard down entirely and risk everyone involved for the sake of curiosity.

Even so, there are so many ways Brandish could completely lie and use Lucy’s family against her without have even having had a connection to them in the first place. I know I should post the manga panels for this to back up what I’m saying and give you an idea, but I’m too lazy to go through and find them. In fact I’m sure there’s a ton of moments like this in the show that I’m forgetting because it’s been years since I watched it.

Anyhoo, on another note. If Lucy’s so smart, why didn’t she think a few seconds before risking everyone for the sake of curiosity. I know that emotions make us act irrationally, but that irrationally just seems far fetched to me. It sucks that nobody else talis about Lucy’s flaws either because their so grading when you take the show seriously and see how crazy her writing is. One minute she’s this, and the next she’s that. One minute her reflexes are sharper than a knife, and the next she can’t hear an obviously loud enemy behind her grunting and making all that noise. (I know it’s not cannon but the moment I’m referencing is the phoenix priestess movie. Since I recently watched it and the moment really just made me remember why I had trouble enjoying Lucy’s character.)

Like what did she even do during Alvarez anyway? (Crappy arc in general though, everyone flopped during that arc. Only good thing we got out of that terrible arc is the fact that it ended) oh and before you come at me forcing your Lucy screenshots down my throat of how she “rewrote the book of end” or she did this or that. Just don’t, you’re not going to change my opinion. I know she did stuff, but what I mean is why didn’t she deal with any enemies at all? sure she fought brandish but she didn’t defeat her did she? I’m honestly tired of that. Like it’d be fine if Lucy lost that fight for shock value or something, but why does she lose like so many fights. After a while it just gets annoying. Don’t even get me started on the grand magic games, that arc actually is so terrible. Even on tenrou how she lost to that guy with a VOODOO DOLL. Come on, that man was completely defenceless. What’s a little dolly gonna do? She always get the comedic relief fights and its so annoying because the one time a fight of hers Is finally taken seriously, it’s completely rigged against her anyway. It’s like mashima wants us to see her character as a joke.

Anyway, lucy stans just block and scroll this is just a rant. People who also don’t like Lucy’s character though can stay. I like her design at least and her friendships with everyone, she’s a nice girl. But the way she’s written is something that ruins it for me.

[mrstsung]

I don't wanna laugh at some people but then again i love a soul stealing sorcerer.

I'm sorry i cackled a bit at people legitimately taking shujinko seriously as a character. No offense,he wasn't really all the great. He was THE MOST STEREOTYPICAL. Not to mention,there really isn't anything special about his character that you can't actually get with other characters. His name literally means protagonist. He's generic. And i don't wanna be mean guys but a majority of y'all are new. And don't understand just how bad that character was. Now not saying he doesn't deserve a place in the world of mk. But he's better as a background,non playable character. And him dying is just inevitable like everyone else.

Y'all know it's MORTAL KOMBAT right?! People gonna die. Deal with it. You dont want faves dying horribly and spectacularly? Play something else,like animal crossing,pokemon or stardew valley and other chill n vibe games. Like this is a fighting game,notoriously known for violence. It's the reason why we even have a games rating system and warnings on games.

Not saying some deaths are unnecessary. But to characters who actually have integral roles. Not redundant characters made for plot because they ran out of ideas.

Not knocking shuji my dudes but....yeah....shujinko he's not THAT great.

If anything he's a parody. So that's why i kinda laugh at people who genuinely feel like he was remotely important past his part of being a tool for onaga. But I'll forgive y'all cuz you're new. But you gotta understand as someone who's been playing this game,it's niche. Sorry. That's how it is. Its known,well known. But mk is still niche simply because it's ridiculously violent. And that can only get you so far. There's other reasons. But thats the main one.

But back to shujinko.

Im not saying he isn't interesting. Or could have something there. It's just like kenshi,past his part he's pointless. That's why takeda was made. To continue kenshi without soiling the character. And they actually did it right,the problem was nrs didn't continue and pussyfoot around the issues.

Shujinko past his part is useless. Liu or lao could do it better. Hell fujin or raiden if you actually wanted them to do their jobs!

Either way. Im sorry. I dont wanna be mean but i find it funny when people take joke characters seriously. Especially when you know why they were made. Mostly as a replacement because of game devs not paying them what they owe. Johnny cage got replaced by Stryker. That's why among many reasons why i hate him. Stryker is not only useless,he's redundant and is a cop that honestly doesn't belong in mk.

But unlike Stryker,shujinko had a purpose. Tho past it. Is like i said,pointless. He's legitimately a plot device. Not a character.

Again this is just me.

He could have potential. But also dont be shocked if he dies. It's gonna fucking happen. Duh. It's mortal kombat.