#i wanted to cross out “sometimes” but i couldnt find how

[unefillecommelesautres314]

I just rewatched Sandboy and well... they said they didn't have a way to communicate with the kwamis while they're in the miracle box but ... they do?!! Just take a miraculous and put it on and then you can talk to the kwami and it can go warn the others! Marinette did try to open the box but didn't know the code, but master fu could've just opened it as soon as he woke up lol

[hannieehaee]

omg just had had a breakdown thinking how hhu would react if the other members liked their gf,,, I’m going crazy.. maybe some hcs for this,, thankyou🫶🏼🫶🏼

another member liking their gf - hhu

hhu, vu, pu

content: established relationship, one-sided crush, still very fluffy, etc.

wc: 373

a/n: ok im stupid so i did a reaction instead of hc my bad ... anyways this was fun to write ty for requesting <3 if anyone wants vu or pu lmk <3

masterlist

seungcheol -

despite his usually cocky attitude, his possessiveness would take over. he'd notice the way soonyoung looked at you, making him instinctively pull you closer. he didn't see soonyoung as a threat, nor did he think that his friend would ever make any advances towards you, but he would still make it known you were his and his only. he would also sometimes get a little mean, showing your relationship off in front of soonyoung just for the hell of it. what can he say? you were his and he loved making everyone know it.

wonwoo -

the sweetheart that wonwoo is, he would never act up on the very obvious crush chan had on you. he was his little brother, after all. he'd find it adorable, probably even letting you know about it so you could coo at him together behind his back. just like cheol, he would sometimes go a little overboard with the pda just to show you off as his s/o. would never be mean about it, but would also instinctively want to make it known you were his and he was yours.

mingyu -

he'd feel an enormous sense of pride at finally having something to hold over jeonghan. he had you, while jeonghan had to watch his crush be taken by mingyu of all people. would probably be annoyed at jeonghan still blatantly flirting with you regardless, but would know it was all im good fun; his brother would never actually cross any boundaries like that. he'd act a lil extra possessive whenever jeonghan decided to be a menace and stick by you just to hit on you while mingyu was around, making it very clear that you were his by the way he couldnt take his hands off you.

vernon -

knowing his bestie kwan had a crush on you, he would feel kind of badly about it. he'd feel sorry for him, since he could never have you. other than that, he'd be chilling. he's not a possessive guy, so he wouldnt mind the friendship between you and kwan, even enjoying any opportunity for the three of you to hang out. he'd find seungkwan's blush whenever you were affectionate to be adorable, simply chuckling at the sight.

[bridgyrose]

Weiss assumes everyone has ridden a horse/pony before... only to find that the only person who doesn't fall off in the first five minutes is Jaune.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun,” Weiss said as she walked her friends over to the corral with a smile on her face. “This is going to be a nice and relaxing day to take our minds off finals.” 

“And how, exactly, is horseback riding relaxing?” Yang asked. 

Weiss stopped at the gate and looked back at her friends. “Why wouldnt it be relaxing?” 

“Because its an animal that can potentially break our necks?” Jaune asked more than he said. “I dont know if this is a good idea.” 

“You have nothing to worry about.” Weiss opened the gate and took the reins of one of the horses. “Its easy enough to ride them and these horses have been trained to let people on them. Plus, there’s ranch hands at the ready in case anything spooks the horses. Everything about this today is going to be safe.” 

Nora walked over to one of the horses. “If Weiss says its easy, how hard could it be?” 

Weiss nodded and watched as Nora got up onto the horse… and then slipped off when she couldnt get her footing in the stirrups. With a heavy sigh, she walked over and helped Nora get steady before taking a few steps to let Nora try to get the horse moving. Then, she watched as the others tried their hands. Blake seemed to get up the easiest, but couldnt seem to stay steady once the horse started moving. Ren and Pyrrha struggled with getting up onto it, Pyrrha worried about hurting it and Ren unable to keep his balance. Even Ruby and Yang, the two she would’ve expected to ride a horse easily, struggled to get onto their horses correctly or even to stay on while the horses were moving. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, this is going to be harder than I thought…” 

“Not our faults that we’ve never ridden a horse before,” Ruby said as she held her horse by the neck to keep stable. “Some of us have only watched it in shows or movies.” 

“It shouldnt be *that* hard to ride a horse.” 

“Its not, but sometimes it takes a bit for people to really learn how to do it,” Jaune said. 

Weiss looked over at him, expecting for him to be falling off, only to be surprised to see that he seemed to be the only one of her friends that was capable of riding a horse. Even as he brought the horse to a quick trot, he seemed to hold on fine and almost professionally as he kept himself up right and gentle with the horse. “Where… where did you learn to ride like that?” 

Jaune brought the horse to a stop next to Pyrrha and got off to help her up. “My parents had a friend who owned horses and would ask us to help take care of them. Riding lessons were put up as payment, so my sisters and I all learned how to ride a horse.” 

“I guess that makes sense.” Weiss watched her team continue to struggle with their own horses and started to make her way towards them. “You want to help your team while I help mine?” 

Jaune nodded. “Sure thing.” 

Weiss paused for a moment as she watched Jaune make his horse trot over to Nora. It was almost too easy to envision him as a knight from the romance novels she read, a blush crossing her cheeks when she thought about it. If he were to bulk up and get a set of armor that fit him-

“W-Weiss!” Ruby called out from hanging under her horse. “A-a little help?” 

Weiss shook her head as she was pulled out of her own thoughts and started to make her way over. “How did you do that?” 

“I tried to get on and I dont think I set the saddle on quite right.” 

“Its not that hard. Just drop to the ground and we’ll set it right.” 

“I dont think I-” Ruby winced as she dropped on the ground. “Nevermind!” 

Weiss pinched the bridge of her and took a deep breath. “This will be a relaxing day… as soon as I teach them how to stay on their horses correctly.”

[wolfiesmoon]

Chip bag

Itadori x fem!reader

So today on the train ride home me and my classmates were talking about boys...

(This is inspired by real life events in case u couldnt tell lmaooo)

"How did you guys meet?" Your friend asked your classmate sat across from you. You reached into your bag of chips absentmindedly, also curious to hear her story.

"Me and my boyfriend met for the first time at the park. Sometimes I go biking there, you see. He saw me one day and really wanted to ask for my number." She started, your friend and another classmate nodding along. "He ended up getting scared and not doing it, but he waited in the park every day, hoping I would show up again until I did!" your classmates made an "awww" noise at her little story.

"How about yours?" She passed on the question to her friend. "Ohhh, you guys know that summer camp that everyone here goes to?" everyone nodded along again, your chip bag making a crumpling noise as you pulled out another chip.

"I met him there, basically. What about you?" She asked your friend, sat next to you. "Oh, we started talking over social media because we had mutual friends and it kind of evolved from there."

You couldn't really add much to the conversation, considering you have no boyfriend, but if there's one thing you can say...

"Hey, why don't you guys set me up with someone?" You said jokingly, nudging your friend's shoulder. "Hahah, I can do that easily." Your friend smiled back at you.

"But, then again..." you took out another chip, "I kind of want to just, meet someone on my own, I guess. Like you know how in those romantic comedies, they bump into eachother and then it all escalates from there? Like that."

"How often does that actually happen to people, though?" The girl sat across you questioned. You shrugged, smiling to yourself.

The conversation continued, with you listening in, when suddenly-

"Hey, can I have one, please?" You were surprised to hear a guy's voice by your side, looking up from your seat to get a better look at him.

He had salmon colored hair and two strange creases under his wide brown eyes. You immediately got the vibe of "cheerful, approachable guy" from him.

"Ah, oh, sure." You realise you were probably staring at him for a little too long, raising your bag higher so he can take out a few chips. He did so, thanking you and going back to his seat, where two people wearing the same uniform were waiting for him.

Huh, must be his classmates.

Wait, why are you even still looking at him? You quickly look away to find your classmates trying to supress their giggles. "What...?" You ask, slightly confused.

"Hahaha, speaking of romantic comedy encounters..." one of them half-whispered. Oh. Oh.

"Imagine your kids ask you "Hey mom, how did you meet dad?" And then you just say "He asked me for chips one time", hahahah..." another added.

"Hey, we're basically strangers, don't marry us and give us kids in your head." You scolded, crossing your arms. But you couldn't lie, even though you barely exchanged any words, he did have a charm about him. You glanced at him again, thinking about what just happened.

"So, the math professor freaking LOST it." You snapped out of it, putting your focus back on your classmates. Your classmates have already stopped giggling by now, moving on to the next daily topic.

You tried not to keep looking to him, secretly hoping that this might not be your first and final interaction.

.

"You couldn't ask her for her number, could you?" Nobara crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at Yuuji's defeated expression.

He simply shook his head no. "This is exactly why you can't get a girlfriend." Nobara huffed, looking out the window.

"Listen, you'll get another chance, you'll meet her again soon enough. I'm only saying this so you won't be all sad and heartbroken on our mission, by the way." Megumi leaned on his palm, sighing.

"Just say you care, you idiot." Nobara also sighed.

"I hope I do meet her again." He said after a bit of silence, glancing back at you as you stood at the train doors, about to exit on your stop.

Hopefully you go on this train every day.

[wttcsms]

Hihi i saw ur request box was open & i just couldnt resist! A big confession to make here, uhh ive been such a big fan of u and yr writings and also u were the v first fanfic blog i came across a couple years ago so yea, u literally open my third eye to a whole new world of fics👉👈 🥺

i feel like you havent written angst in a while–and bc i miss ur angsty haikyuu fics– sooo could i request post-breakup college!au with atsumu or iwai (honestly anyone who'd best fit the scenario cuz i trust ur characterization👌) abt the aftermath of the breakup, them seeing us on campus and unconsciously following us with their eyes, reschin to help out on instinct only to realize theyre no longer together, thinking about what could've been just reminisce reminisce

ahhhh im sry honestly dont know how to expand more on the idea

thank you for stealing my ficvirginity😃

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 2.1k content contains exes still in love, college!au, mutual pining author's notes hi <3 i remember you (eycee, right?). don't be a stranger! you can always dm me and say hello :) thank you for the constant support. not sure if this fic is angsty enough, but i wanted yours to be the first req i do <3

“Hi, welcome in! Let me know if— Oh.”

Your voice falters, recognition and maybe even something similar to embarrassment flits across your face, and a split second later, you go back to smiling like nothing’s wrong. Like the two of you haven’t spent the better half of this month actively avoiding each other at all costs, even though the sprawling acres of the University of Tokyo suddenly feels too small. The entirety of Japan has felt too small ever since it became his mission to never cross paths with you ever again. 

This mission of his started just a little over two weeks ago, on the very same day you decide to use his heart as your own punching bag. The worst part of it all, though, is the fact that he doesn’t even hold any type of contempt for you. It’s a cruel sort of joke; sometimes, Atsumu Miya feels like everything bad that happens to him is just some sort of sick punchline in a sitcom instead of real life. 

Usually, when girlfriends find out their high school sweetheart is going to be a wildly successful (and rich) professional athlete, they’ll do anything in their power to hang onto him.

You decided to snip the invisible string tying the two of you together, and you did it so effortlessly, so quickly, that Atsumu had to make sure that he hadn’t been imagining the last four years of your relationship. 

He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets, and he’s torn between staring at you like a total creep or looking at everything in the campus bookstore but you. He settles for the former, scared that this will be his last opportunity to really look at you. 

Neither of you is saying anything. It’s a Saturday and so no one else is even in the bookstore this morning, and Atsumu wants to say something, anything, but he’s never been that great at carefully picking his words, and he’s scared out of his mind that he’ll say something stupid and prove once and for all that you had been right to break up with him. Better yet, he wants you to say something. He wants you to give him a better explanation instead of the bullshit you told him in his apartment. 

We just want different things.

What does that even mean? He thinks he would have shouted out that question, if only your little break up speech hadn’t caught him so off guard. Different things? The two of you wanted different things? Sure, Atsumu likes to sleep in a freezing cold apartment, and you need the room to actually be at a reasonable temperature. And maybe Atsumu has a penchant for overly fried, greasy foods when all you want (and deserve) is a fancy dinner. Maybe Atsumu wants to be at a sports store instead of browsing aisle after aisle in Sephora, but he doubts these different wants have accumulated so much that you felt you had no choice but to break his heart. 

“Hey, Miya.” You say it softly, dropping the perky customer service voice you greeted him with before you turned around and realized who he was. And he flinches. He fucking visibly cringes at the way you speak to him, walking on eggshells and going back to formalities like he’s barely above a stranger to you.

Miya.

(Did you know that he wanted to make that your last name?

Do you know that he still does, even now?)

“Hey,” he replies back, curling his fingers into fists inside his pocket. He thinks his voice comes out all scratchy, like how it always sounds when you don’t use your voice nearly enough. He clears his throat awkwardly. Everything feels awkward; everything feels wrong. He says “hey”, but what he really means to say is please don’t call me Miya; you know the color of my toothbrush, you don’t have to call me Miya. 

“Were you looking for something?” 

You.

Subconsciously, Atsumu finds himself seeking you out. He walks by another girl on campus and almost breaks his neck with the speed he turns around to catch a whiff of the perfume wafting from her body because he swears it’s the same fragrance you favor. He walks by the building that houses all the classrooms for your specific major, even though it’s located on the opposite side of his own classes because he secretly hopes against all hope that he’ll run into you, and you’ll see him and fall in love with him again. He goes to the same restaurants the two of you frequently ate at together, and he orders your usual because you can never finish your entire meal and always have him finish off the leftovers for you (and the food is always good, but somehow it doesn’t taste the same when your utensils haven’t touched it first). And he doesn’t even need to be here, doesn’t even care enough about his stupid class to go out of his way to buy the study guide, but he knows you’ve started picking up the weekend shifts at the campus bookstore, and suddenly, he cares enough about passing to get the damn study guide. 

He shrugs. “Just some stupid workbook to study for an upcoming exam, but it’s not that serious.” 

“Oh. Is Dr. Furata giving you a hard time again?” 

“How do you do that?” Atsumu blurts out, wanting to kick himself for giving too much of himself away. You already own every centimeter of his heart and maybe his soul. You don’t need anything else from him; he’s almost certain there’s nothing left for him to give you, but he can’t help but impulsively ask the damn question that’s been running through his mind ever since you left him behind. 

Did you know that when you’re confused, your brows furrow together, and you get this adorable, endearing crinkle in between them? Do you know that he still finds that same expression as cute as he did when you still called yourself his girlfriend? 

“What are you talking about?” 

How can you just stand there and act like you never crushed his heart? How do you wake up in the morning and not feel like your life is missing something important, like you’ll never feel whole again? How can you keep him wrapped around your finger, and then have the audacity to not even realize it? How did you let him go so quickly? 

Practicing caution, he swallows hard before clarifying, “How do you know everything?” Because if you can act like he’s just a polite acquaintance, like he’s nothing more than another fellow classmate, he can try to play pretend too. He can act like there’s not enough history between the two of you to fill up every damn textbook in this stupid store. “Yeah, Dr. Furata’s been on everyone’s ass. Somethin’ about midterm grades being worth a quarter of our overall grade.” 

“Believe me, you’re not the first victim of Dr. Furata’s to come wandering in the store. I think I have a few more of the workbooks he suggested in stock. Let me go check.” 

It’s instinct at this point for Atsumu to just follow you. If he uses his imagination, it’s almost like he’s back to browsing in a makeup store, walking aimlessly in every aisle, following you loyally because he’s happy to have you lead the way and he doesn’t care where he ends up, so long as you’re there with him. 

But this isn’t an afternoon date with you. This is him following a bookstore employee. After you find that study guide, which is really nothing more than his flimsy excuse for seeking you out, you’re going to ask him “card or cash?”, ring him up at the register, and he’s going to walk out that door and have to act like he’s still not in love with you. All the while, you’re doing fine. You’re fine right now, and you’re going to be fine when he leaves, and you’re probably going to be fine, five years down the line, when you’re happy with someone else and Atsumu is alone because in this little hypothetical, he still hasn’t gotten over you.

He is trailing behind you in this bookstore, and your back is facing him, and he’s panicking because he doesn’t think he’s capable of not loving you. 

Just two weeks ago, you knew him better than anyone else in the world, maybe even better than Osamu, perhaps even better than he knows himself. Now, you just give him a polite smile as you grab the small stool to reach the books located at the very top of the shelf. 

“God, I hate the way we organize everything in the store.” You say, lightheartedly complaining. He knows you do. He knows because he’s known you for nearly a decade. The two of you have grown up together. You made this same complaint sprawled out on the couch in his apartment. 

When he doesn’t reply, you look down to see if something’s the matter, only to do it too quickly that you find yourself losing your balance. Before you can come crashing to the floor, Atsumu is quick to catch you, and you pretend that his protective embrace isn’t comforting. You pretend not to notice that he’s wearing the cologne you bought him for Christmas last year, and you continue to pretend that you don’t miss him at all, that you don’t still love him. 

And for a second, the two of you both pretend that you’re still with each other. That it’s perfectly okay to savor this intimate moment, that his arms wrapped around your body right now isn’t awkward in the slightest. He’s staring at you with a sort of starstruck, boylike wonder, and it’s so familiar, so sweet, because it’s the way he always used to look at you. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, and—

The loud ring! interrupts whatever moment the two of you are sharing, and you nearly jump out of his arms. You hear the distinct footsteps of another student, and you adjust your shirt before remembering where the two of you are — what the two of you are. Not a couple. Barely even friends. Just a bookstore employee and a student that needs a book. That’s all the two of you are allowed to be.

“I should probably go check up front and make sure they don’t need any help.” You tell him, biting down on your lip. “Anyway, did you need anything else, or would you like me to check you out right now?” 

He blinks a few times, as if still in a daze. “Uh, yeah, sure.” The tips of his ears are flushed a light pink. “Y-yeah, I’m done here.” 

The two of you practically race each other to the front of the store, and you step behind the counter to scan his workbook. He drums his fingers, looking around the store. When he’s nervous, he likes to be moving. You know this. 

Just looking for an excuse to use his hands, Atsumu mindlessly picks a pack of gum off a nearby rack and slides it towards you so you can also scan it. You know you shouldn’t say it. You know it’s supposed to be a clean break. Instead, you tell him, 

“Actually, if you want, I have the fruit variety flavor.” 

“Huh?” This catches his attention. 

You reach into one of the boxes that have just been shipped to the store, rummaging through a tiny one before revealing a shiny, new package of gum, this one advertising all the flavors based on tropical fruits. “Would you rather have this one?” 

“Oh, yeah!” As if truly forgetting what the two of you actually are (exes, strangers with too much history, two people still pretending like they’re not in love), his eyes light up. “How did you kno—” He doesn’t finish the question. He knows the answer to the question. 

You’re quick to finish ringing him up, the “polite strangers” illusion being completely shattered. It’s obvious, really, that there are always going to be parts of Atsumu that still live deep inside of you. You can only hope that this isn’t the case for him. 

You hand him the bag, and when he grabs it from you, your fingers just barely graze each other’s. Atsumu is scared — scared that this might be the last time he ever feels your touch. 

And because you’re a glutton for punishment, you find yourself telling him,

“Don’t be a stranger.”

You can’t tell who’s more devastated: you or him.

[melonishus]

I think I have an au perfect for you:

Blake makes a blade that she wants to use as a proposal to Ruby, however, Weiss ends up thinking Blake is proposing to her. Ruby finds out and congratulates them. Blake is now forced to either go through with the marriage to Weiss or try to fix the situation without making things worse.

[Blake lovingly finished the sword and held it up to admire her work. A thin lightweight blade that Ruby would be able to use well with her speed. All she had to do was paint the pale rose pommel, and her work would be done. In Menagarie, she had learned of a proposal method where one would present a weapon to their beloved., a symbolic giving of ones soul to their partner. She quietly put the weapon down and ran to find some paint. Sometime later, she came back to find Weiss lovingly holding the sword up]

Weiss- Oh Blake [puts hand to cheek] I LOVE it

Blake - Uhhh Weiss….what are you …

Weiss - Don't be cross, but ive noticed that youve been disappearing for long periods of time, and as the BEST teammate ever I couldnt rightfully leave you to possibly suffer in silence [smiles as she lets the light hit the sword] But who could have guessed that you were making something like this for someone like ME

[Blake hesitates]

Weiss - I didn't think ANYONE would ever truly love me….not like this

[Blake hides the paint without Weiss noticing. Ruby soon comes in]

Ruby - Oh hey guys , whats …[looks at weapon] WOW

Weiss- Blake PROPOSED

Ruby - LUCKY [looks at the sword] I wish someone would make me a weapon like that

[Blake held out her hand weakly, not wanting to cause issues but unsure of how to break the news wiithout hurting someones feelings. She saw how much this meant to Weiss, but she didn't love her like that. She loved Ruby….]

[Weiss put the sword down and ran up to Blake to hold her hand]

Weiss- We'll be so happy together, I know it

[Blake looked to Ruby, who was looking at them with a sad kind of smile she hadn't seen since the Ever after]

Blake- Ruby …..

Ruby - I'm happy for both of you [looks around awkwardly looking for a way out] I'm…going to go look for Yang

Blake- Ruby wait….

[Ruby semblances out of the room , showing a single tear to Blake before she left]

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Writing Requests are OPEN`

[selectivechaos]

different ways people describe sm

“feels like a coma that you’re fully conscious for. You know what you want to do and how to do it, but you just can’t make yourself do it. It’s like you just freeze in time, while still being aware of your surroundings/what’s going on, but you have no response to it at all.”

“I know right then and there what might happen if I don’t respond, but I still can’t. I’d say it’s worse in the moment I can’t speak with a feeling of frustration about not being able to speak.”

“feels like there’s a gun to my head and if I say a word I die. Like I want to say whatever it is, and I can comprehend what is being said around me but physically I’m frozen. It’s like I can’t move or even look around, but I can hear and I’m replying in my head.” this, but other times my mind goes Blank; like really fucking blank. like the thoughts don’t connect together or to anything real (dissociation). othertimes it’s midway between blank and ‘replying in head’: im telling myself in my head the process of speaking, such as what it would sound like, what are the risks, will the sound actually come out, or im telling myself to find something to say but my mind is not communicating with me.

“If I move I’m afraid it’ll be some sort of communication to them, so I just stay perfectly still” sometimes i can’t move because im frozen and don’t know why; other times i can’t move because my mind is terrified they’ll judge any movement as abrasive or stuck-up. especially when you can’t speak, the fear that people will judge any communication you do make is amplified. in such cases for me it’s fear of confrontation or conflict.

“The feeling of detachment I felt from everyone around me was suffocating. Looking back to when I had SM,(recovered), specifically when someone asked me a question and my voice couldnt escape, its terrifying. Strangely.. it almost feels like I was in a coffin, buried alive. Trying to talk but no one can hear you. Trying to tell them whats wrong with you but they dont see it.” like im invisible or like ive literally Lost my voice, i’ve never felt trapped but i have felt like im on another plane, like a hollogram and so there’s no point speaking because i have no voice that they would hear.

“It feels like theres a psychological barrier in mind that I cannot cross, no matter what and I don't know why.” for me it’s like i go to speak and my body goes ‘we don’t do that’, like turning a tap and no water comes out.

“is fear the unknown and due to my speech and language disability. I stopped talking when I was 3, then started talking again at 10. It's the feeling of panic when I was put under pressure and struggling to say something. Also, if I don't understand what was said, I get mute and having an anxiety attack. I'm still scared to ask of what things I don't understand.”

“It feels like the nerves and discomfort of asking someone a serious important question or breaking bad news but amplified and all the time” for me, talking feels like a big thing All the time; like public speaking but even when it’s to someone next to me. 🌹🌹

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[philtstone]

My kingdom for hopeful-verse Miles and Kamala (platonically preferred) - any prompt you want, but I think 43 could be nice?

#43 -- piggy back rides part of this au im like 394834 years late answering this but i do finally have something to offer. what was originally meant to be a touching scene where the gang finally runs into kamala's family ended up as ... this ... because the pacing was a disaster and i couldnt salvage it. hopefully i will eventually write the other thing. thank u to @foolgobi65 and @firstelevens for being good friends and talking me thru some of my "uuuugh i hate writing" moments. we didnt quite make it thru but something definitely was achieved.

They break into Walmart through the smelliest part of the garden center. Miles has to carry Kamala piggy back style to do it, and so almost doesn’t catch AJ when he slips and falls face-first towards a big bag of fertilizer. AJ starts giggling upside down beneath the greenhouse window, one leg held up by last-second webbing and the other gripped in Bucky’s right hand. 

When Miles has pictured post-apocalyptic Walmarts in the past, he’s always imagined them to be abandoned. Like maybe some trashed empty shelves, or flickering lights. Spooky wind blowing through the place. That kind of shit. If they wanted to enter one, they’d break the door down, badass style, with the butt of their cool post-apocalyptic rifle.

Miles played through The Last of Us with Uncle Aaron and only got creeped out like, twice; he knows how this stuff works. 

They’d sneak through the empty place all vigilant (that’s a word Dad loved) and he’d grab all the Tylenols from the top most shelf no one else had reached while Peter or Bucky or Sam kept a careful eye trained on their surroundings, and if bad guys showed up, they’d do badass stuff and then drive away tires screeching in their cool getaway pickup truck.

Miles – who should really know better, given the multiple months of this world he’s lived through by now – thinks the reality of life is exponentially more stupid.

“Exponentially,” recites AJ, who has recovered from his near-fall (though Bucky still looks stressed) and is evidently getting more and more bored of holding tightly onto Aunt Sarah’s hand by the minute. “When somethin’ grows by means of a ma-the-matical component.”

He sing-songs mathematical, though he’s a smart enough kid to keep it all to a whisper. While AJ drags his feet, Aunt Sarah, who has been tense since they stepped foot out of Madame G’s house five hundred cross-country miles ago, and is tenser now post AJ-in-fertilizer disaster,  continues flicking her eyes around sharply. She’s fisted her free hand in her hoodie pocket where Miles knows she keeps her knife. Miles wants to tell her that he’s sure his spidey sense would notice if there were any bad guys behind the ant-be-gone displays, definitely, but a niggling little voice in his own head is also stressed out. 

“Is that right, baby?” she asks in an absent whisper.

“Momma, you gotta tell me if I got exponentially right.”

“You got it right, AJ,” says Miles.

AJ heaves the quietest Loud Sigh Miles has ever heard, “Like, we are exponentially not finding any drugs.”

“Pain medication,” Kamala mutters immediately, from over Miles’s shoulder. She twisted her ankle when they all jumped off the moving train.

… Yeah. Life’s been pretty crazy recently. Miles wonders what Dad would say about it.

“I don’t need drugs.”

“That’s exponentially false,” AJ offers.

“Technically,” agrees Miles, “ibuprofen is a drug.” 

“Um, there’s a total difference between necessary medication and drugs?” 

“Morally?”

“Yes,” Kamala hisses. Then she frowns. “No! Wait, no. Sometimes. Ugh – Miles!”

“You’re the one bein’ a hater,” he says, low voice, grinning. “It’s okay, we’ll steal you Tylenol instead.”

“Good,” she mumbles.

“... Which is also technically a drug –” 

Miles gets the last word before all three of them are quelled by Bucky’s silent raised eyebrow.

The reality of life — so much less cool than Miles’s imagination and video games — is that while the old Roxxon big box by the pier in NOLA had been ransacked and half cleaned out ages before Miles and Peter started sneaking in and out, this place is stocked. 

There’s stuff from the floors to the ceilings, and it’s making Miles a little dizzy with the sensory feedback. 

“Maybe it’s ‘cause we’re almost in Texas,” Kamala whispers wonderingly into his ear, as they peer around a corner at a giant car tire display.

It’s not like there are customers inside or anything, which makes the whole thing stupider. Just a big ass Walmart full of shit being guarded by bad dudes with guns, but just for that, they gotta sneak around.

“B.”

“Hm.”

“You know I don’t like splitting up,” Aunt Sarah’s voice comes out in a tense whisper.

They’re camped by electronics, trying to map their route. Miles can’t sense anyone in the aisles immediately close to them but they can still hear the occasional walkie talkie sound off and the distant opening and closing of the warehouse doors on the other side of the building, where the real action is happening. 

Aunt Sarah’s expressed this sentiment before, twice by now actually. The first time was when the whole idea was introduced. Like, hey, wouldn’t it be easier if we split up, and you guys grabbed groceries and jacked one of the big cargo trucks they’ve got sitting in the back lot with GreatValue: Part of Your Community plastered over the side, while we got Kamala’s pain meds? 

There was a whole thing where everyone argued about who was the best at hotwiring trucks. Peter and Sam eventually won out over Bucky, who Miles has a niggling suspicion wouldn’t have left Aunt Sarah and AJ and Kamala anyway. Ned and MJ are doing groceries, with the help-slash-protection of their new and terrifying Wakandan friend Captain Ayo, who Miles thinks actually probably has great taste in snacks.

“I know,” Bucky says, a very quiet statement out of the side of his mouth. His eyes are on the aisle in front of them, and the giant tire display, but something about the way he says it is like, he gets something Aunt Sarah isn’t saying that none of the rest of them can. Kamala claims they’re madly in love, which she told Miles about in the strictest confidence. Kamala is a big believer in being madly in love. Miles isn’t so sure, but the exchange does remind him of his mom and dad, which is an emotion so strong Miles’s already tripping senses stumble over themselves to cope with it, so he shoves it down and ignores it entirely. 

He focuses on Kamala’s uncomfortable squirming instead. The piggy-back ride is because her ankle hurt too much to walk on, and Miles figures it’s probably really sore by now.

“You okay?” he whispers, just to her.

“Ugh,” she admits. She wouldn’t have said anything like that to the adults, he knows.

“So I shouldn’t put you down?” She’d spent ten minutes arguing that she was too heavy for him, outside.

“I’d have a really bad limp,” she sighs, sounding miserable. Bucky’s still kind of limping too, on account of getting mauled by a giant rat thing. That’s what Sam said, anyway.

“Besties in limping,” Miles says, which is worth it for Kamala’s quiet giggle. Aunt Sarah hears them and reaches out her free hand to rub Kamala’s back.

“Escalator route,” Bucky decides on finally. AJ looks up with large and solemn eyes, hopeful that they’re finally gonna get a move on. “There by the freezers, there are enforcers. We go behind the escalators, we won’t run into anyone.”

Aunt Sarah stares hard at the frozen foods aisle, then at Bucky. “How do we know, behind the escalators –?”

“Miles,” Bucky whispers. It’s so low Miles could pretend not to hear him if he really wanted, which is kind of impressive given that they’re sardined so close together Miles is basically breathing in the poor guy’s ear.

“I don’t sense anyone,” Miles says, maybe a little less confidently than he means. Kamala shifts her hands nervously where they clasp around his neck, and the plastic beads from one of her bracelets dig into his collar bone. He clears his throat. “Remind me again why I couldn’t have just grabbed us this shit on my own and got out?”

“Zappy invisibility doesn’t make up for the power of friendship?” Kamala offers.

Bucky shoots them another look over his shoulder. 

“No. Interstate is on the other side of the lot anyway. Going around would’ve been more dangerous.”

“Dude,” Miles says, “how do you do that. You’re like barely moving your mouth.”

“Uncle B used to be a ninja,” AJ whispers solemnly from the floor, now completely resigned to his boredom.

“It’s ‘cause his mom was from New Jersey,” says Kamala. “Everyone from Jersey has mad skills.”

Bucky makes a face, like, why did I ever tell a bunch of kids about my life. Miles is sympathetic.

“I think being from Jersey should count against you in a court of law,” Miles says. “Anyway, no way, B’s a New Yorker.”

“His energy gives matrilineal skill adoption,” Kamala whispers.

“What’s matrilinear?” asks AJ.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” mutters Bucky.

Miles and Kamala grin; AJ makes a shocked Pikachu face at the cuss.  

Aunt Sarah looks tense again. “James.”

He sighs, recalibrates, turns to her: “We’ll be fine.” The hard staring thing resumes. After a second Bucky’s mouth moves, and this time no sound comes out at all, except it kind of looks like he’s saying honey. At any rate, Aunt Sarah’s expression softens. Miles feels Kamala breathe in sharply and dig her fingers into his shoulder like dude, dude, see?! 

Bucky turns back to look at them and Miles tries to school his expression into something totally chill and not interested in the grown-up drama.

“Clear line of sight. You guys good for the rear?”

Miles puffs his chest out a little. “You kidding? With our combined powers?”

“Me and Miles are like a quadruple threat for government watch lists,” Kamala whispers, a crooked tilt to her grin.

Miles tries very hard not to snort out loud. He makes a dumb choking sound instead; Bucky sighs.

The reality of dystopian Walmarts might suck, but it's kind of nice that he has Kamala around, to make dumb jokes about it with. With that thought, they plow forward, to secure the drugs.

"Pain meds!" Kamala hisses, and Miles grins.

[jumpinginmuddypuddles]

heyyyyy sunny what is upppppp

SO! for the artist wrapped art game i would like the following: 3, 17 and 28/29

ps: i literally love your writing, idk how to describe it but you’re REALLY good at immediately setting the tone and getting me invested in a story, which is just SO COOL

also i couldnt find an artist variant of this but ima fill out a template i found soooooo i might tag you in that :)

✨

i am exhausted and i cannot wait for the weekend, so i am feeling pretty normal rn, how r u

3. what work are you the most proud of?

this one is super hard, because i wouldn't consider myself 'proud' of a lot of my work. im not happy with my writing a lot of the time, so i hardly ever go back and reread my own works and such, sometimes i don't even like looking at comments when they come through lmao, it's definitely something i need to work on. idk if we're only doing 2023 for this question, but if not, an all time pride of mine is brother in the river. something about it makes me really happy, i'm so proud of the interactions and raph's internal monologue. as for 2023, i love deaf words on unwilling ears, it's such a niche book and a tiny fandom but the emotion in that fic is so OUGH

17. your favourite character to write this year?

this is also super tricky as i've written soo many characters lol. i really enjoy characters with lots of depth - i like writing them from outsider perspectives to try and clue in what makes their brain tick. hobie from atsv is like this, as well as yelena from black widow, link, and jason todd!

28. favourite work i wrote this year?

its definitely not one i'd consider myself the most PROUD of, but it's very self indulgent and as a result one i really like double cross, which is the most funny/traumatic thing you'll ever read, depending if you know the beefleaf spoiler. i also really enjoyed writing kindergarten crush, even if i wouldn't consider it particularly good writing, it was sweet and happy and tbh i think the trigun fandom needed that

29. favourite passage i wrote this year?

i've written SO MANY words this year so trying to pick my favourite is so hard. i'm looking at my more recent stuff... from what i've sorted through it might have to be from the memory hurts (but does me no harm):

The fawn rises from himself on unsteady legs, as unsure as a newborn, and blinks at his surroundings. His glistening little nose twitches, but he does not need to breathe anymore. He stares at Qingxuan for a moment, black eyes incomprehensible.  He Xuan moves a little towards him, where the animal can see the calamity, and his neck snaps forward at the motion. Most animals are wary of the calamities on an instinctual, base level. The unconscious knowledge that they are wrong to exist the way they do. The fawn doesn’t shrink back or run, though. He just stares. He recognises his kin, in the cold and the unbreathing and the painless.

idk something about it is so ahhh and i think i matched the visuals to the vibes that this fic is loosely based off, which is abstract (psychopomp) by hozier. i think it just captures the overall tone of the fic very well, in a way that i'm super happy with!

thank you so much for your questions, and if you read my responses thank you even more! do let me know if there is an artist wrapped floating about, as i will ask you every single question known to man as i want your art permanently burned into my retinas x

[single-malt-scotch]

tbh re my post about mcrp when i think about the s9 king ren arc in relation to that-- i didnt dislike it like i disliked s8. thats mostly bc of how it was handled.... which is that if someone wasnt directly involved with ren then like. there was no weird feeling that you were actually missing out on something big. like i didnt need to see ren's rping if a hermit was just minding their own business, they werent being forced into a plot and because of that, they could record and play with no real issues or interference.

its important in any big event that if someone isnt involved, its doesnt feel like their viewers are missing something. i point this out in comparison to s8 because the s8 world was right in your face about what story it was projecting onto everyone. the world getting weird with blocks and the moon getting big and if you watched someone not involved then youre just like watching weird shit in the background... ??? if someone ignored that plot their whole season youre left with some random thing you dont really get or sometimes awkward crossing over w people rping really hard while others werent. but king ren didnt do that in such an obtrusive way-- i didnt wanna see the rp so i didnt and i continued watching ppl who were on their own, without any issues being unaware of the things he was doing.

ren really had his own rp things going on and that was great for anyone who wanted it! and i feel like when i didnt i wasnt missing out or confused the entire time. and when other hermits who werent into rping were in any contact with it, it was just about doing "quests" which... werent rp either, they were just normal things to do. it was just 'hey guys, ren set up this cool thing to do quests' and nothin else. they did not have to put on a character and become part of a story arc. and i still give much props to ren for that bc its again another thing that did not interrupt other hermit's existing season if they didnt want to rp legit. the quests were just getting items, helping the server, fan interaction... so it worked.

even the smallest crossovers of uninvolved hermits didnt cause a continuing issue in their videos-- the point is that compared to s8, this wasnt a world wide event that forced itself on players in a way they couldnt avoid. s8 was on a timer with its plot which caused all kinds of issues imo. king ren impacted the server for a bit but now its like....it never happened. not in a bad way, just that it was not a permanent thing that would affect everyone, you know? even if someone didnt care for anything king ren, you can keep watching with no issue bc from many povs its like it never happened.

i get people like s8 but i see it often loved by those accustomed to the new age of mcrp. which is why i find it annoying when its applied to hermitcraft which is not at all the mcrp people keep projecting onto it. because hc hasnt ever focused on that, or has it done so in a way that works- bc they just dont do that in general.

[ruckis--rookie]

I had a dream that I (Pov: Kitsuneoctua) was trying to take down this Karen as a Disney villain looking ass's interstellar hair salon business because she was a magical creature hunter and used the salon to lure in unsuspecting prey. Well Kit is a magical creature and I for one wasn't having it, so I used a series of tricks to ruin her business and make her salon run dry which also for some reason had the layout of my grandma's house but bigger. She was smart though, she was actively hunting me aware of my presence and nearly got me a few times. Probably one of the most cruel but smart tricks I used was when she found me disguised as an alien fellow I cried wolf and called her out for aggressive assault which cleaned her salon out REAL quick. I remember that being the most cinematic part of the dream, everyone headed for the door, disguised Kit included, and leaving while the lady stares on in silent anger only being able to see her back.

The front room's lights had been destroyed by Kit so the light source was coming from the room behind the lady, from the door she stood in front of. The light gets blotted out and she sighs deeply before looking over her shoulder and saying "Well done. You're a lot smarter than I anticipated." The view snaps over to me, this hulking Kitsune who's standing in the door hunched over with this large menacing grin and glowing eyes. The cam goes back to her as she stands askew, expression firm. "No matter. This will end soon." She said, much to my delight as I let out a low chuckle. "Indeed. Meet us in the back." Is the last thing I say before I cross fade out of view most likely teleporting out to the back.

-

I remember splitting at some point with the POV being Ruckis and Gera also being there but the middle is kinda hazy. The only other thing I can remember is that the POV later shifted to where I was Geragera and I was going on a field trip that I guess was also a riot or a protest? But I have no idea what we were protesting about and it was just us going. I was going with several of my friends as well as a few mysterious dream people I didn't know. One friend couldnt make it because her shitty job had called her into work. She was not happy about missing the chaos but it was probably for the better given how quickly it had escelated. We were trying to get who was going with who planned out, as well as what we would do to protest. I wanted to go with anonymous friend 1 who I'll call Spynx because he's an absolute fun guy to talk to and I genuinely enjoy his company greatly. But I was torn between him and Fox, who's been my friend for years now even though he bullies the crap out of Gera as a character irl I think Gera took up being equally as annoying to him in retaliation, but he genuinely finds it to be this fun game of cat and mouse. Said friend is also a bit destructive sometimes and can get trigger happy figuratively speaking.

As for the protest activity I had suggested we make specialized automated bazookas that shoot out eggs at a speed that would not only dirty a building but possibly damage it too. I got a gentle smack and was told no by another friend Turtle, because, and thy quote, "that's a stupid idea" with absolutely no further explaination. I shrug it off and walk back and forth down the street relaxing and watching the people in the neighborhood go about their days waiting on the rest of the group to decide what they plan on doing. Eventually we all get in the cars, I went with Sphynx's group because I noticed that Ruckis and Fox had mysteriously vanished. I think the car was full but I was small enough to sit on someone's lap in the back. We arrive at our destination which seemed to be a metro area on the coast with lots of big buildings.

So we all step out getting ready to do what we set out to do when I notice that Ruckis and Fox were still missing. The next thing anyone knows is a large egg, safe to assume an ostrich egg, lands on Sphinx's car and put a dent in it on top of getting it dirty. While Sphynx is understandably complaining about his car being fucked up by an ostrich egg more of them start hailing from above. Another friend Maikoh gets the right idea and gets the fuck back in the car while everyone else looks around from where the eggs are coming from. Using the direction in which they were flung Turtle and Clawdy spot it quickly. Turtle, who already looks done, her only response is a tired "you gotta be shitting me". To which my beloved Clawdy let's out the majestic goose laugh that I know and love and my response is a sassy "ohhh yeah, I bet you wish you would have went with my plan now huh?"

There's a cut to the coast and this comedic fast zoom in to a whole ass SUBMARINE, just shy of the surface with a ballista attached to it. There be the source of the hailing eggs. Because of course it was Fox's doing and by proxy, Ruckis. That's about all I can remember for that part but knowing Ruckis and Fox, Ruckis either got roped into it or the two failed to think of step 2 and what would happen afterwards.

[lightfromandromeda]

brains been on a tenth doctor kick again i guess cuz i keep having dreams where im traveling with him.

last nights one was rly cool. we were in a museum after hours and the museum was HUGE cuz it was like every kind of museum like natural history, war history, art and art history, aquarium, etc in just one HUGE museum. like Louvre big but even bigger. we were investigating something or we knew something was wrong (dont remember) but i remember we kept getting lost in the exhibits and hallways and it was very eerie. very little lights were on and the way they shone on or thru the exhibits and corridors made the lighting very creepy but i loved it. we investigated the basement which was even scarier and more labyrinthine and just kept getting deeper and deeper and we kept hearing things coming after us but we never saw anything only their shadows. parts of the basement were also like not finished yet? there was construction so it made navigating much harder. there were dead ends, twisting hallways that just made you go in a circle and come back the way you came and like sometimes there straight up wouldnt be a floor and we'd either have to climb on scaffolding or just jump to the lower level.

an echo of clara was also there and she was either part of the problem or a separate thing to the story. she kept running away from us but i found her bag in one room and looked through it and i found these pieces of paper with drawings that i did. but she couldnt have had them in the first place cuz they were drawings i made in a dream and i started freaking out a bit. she came in the room to get her bag and saw me holding the drawings and i confronted her saying “how the hell did you get these, these aren’t even real, i made them in a dream” and she wouldnt say anything. she just wanted her stuff back and to get away quickly. she did say that she couldnt say anything cuz it would mess with my future. and when i refused to let her go with her stuff she pulled a gun on me. and i said “you can’t do anything to me. if telling me anything will mess with my future then killing me and wiping the rest of my timeline will definitely mess with my future.” i think she just roughed me up then and got her stuff and ran away.

i met with the doctor soon after that and we were in the middle of a huge hallway in the dark sitting cross legged facing each other. one side of the hallway had a big aquarium tank and the low blue light from it was the only light source. the doctor kept trying to talk to me but i kept getting distracted watching the fish. we discussed what we discovered and what we should do. the doctor was exasperated cuz he genuinely had no idea what was going on here and the more we found out the less anything actually came together into something that made sense. i remember i suggested blowing up the museum but the doctor said we couldn’t cuz at this point in time the museum has only been around for 93 years and is supposed to be around for at least 1000. i dont remember if we couldnt find the TARDIS or if it was outside and we were trapped in the museum.

i dont remember how it ended or if it actually had an ending but it was really cool and fun. i love dreams like this where there is sort of an actually story going on and things remain pretty consistent.

[snorfbin]

just a little eensy teensy rant about eso lately

im not looking for a discussion or anything like that, this is just a rant i couldnt stuff in the tags

eso is one of those games that i want to like but it feels like with each passing day i find theres more and more to dislike about it. sometimes i feel like im submitting a ticket every week bc theres something broken i come across. stuff environmental asset that were once entirely solid can now be clipped through which prevents people from getting loot the devs stashed ontop of it

lately theyve been celebrating the 10th anniversary jubilee, 10 whole years of eso, and of course they can even do that smoothly along with literally every other event theyve put on in 2024. it started out fine but shit soon hit the fan

they made an update to pts so players can test out the new dlc and some new pts features to test out higher level builds. things were going well until about an hour after the pts was brought back online when my server, pcna, was suddenly taken offline without any warnings. i had to hop over to the server to get some info which is where i learned that the pts update hadnt gone smoothly. zos somehow crossed the wires between pts and pcna where people could bring over their max level pts toons over to pcna and i heard people had billions in gold and trillions in loot. pts and pcna were taken down for this emergency bc it absolutely wouldve devastated the player economy to have that much money flowing around. speculation on how zos would handle this was grim on the forums, generally people were expecting a server rollback and all progress they had made that day would be erased. ill give zos credit, they didnt do a rollback but just locked the accounts of those who were affected by this pts exploit so the devs could dig through their inventory and xp histories to pick out the exploits; everyone else who didnt exploit the game would be fine to continue on playing when the servers came back online

pcna was taken down i wanna say around 7 am for me and was only brought back by around 11:30 pm so thats most of the day for the event gone. to my knowledge it took a couple days for pts to come back online. overall the issue didnt bother me beyond the time the server was down at that point. those with locked accounts would receive incredibly generous gifts from zos to make up for the inconvenience of being locked out during the event. theyd get...

-16k endeavours. they can use that to buy items from the gamble crates without spending any irl money. 16k is enough to buy like 400 of the bottom tier items or just 1 of the top shelf fancy as fuck items. thats about 10 months worth of constantly grinding for endeavours

-5 replica style pages released this year for the event. you can normally get these style pages through a handful of activities but the drop rates have become infamous for how abysmally low they are. ive heard of people running 700 dolmens now throughout the whole event and they have nothing to show for it. players whove been locked out get all 5 without putting in the work

-25 confetti scrolls to make the new jubilee horse mount. normally you get these by doing 1 daily quest to get a gold event reward box, you get 1 confetti scroll per box and the event was originally only meant to go on for 18 days, youd have to spend event tickets to buy more to complete the achievement to earn the horse

so locked out players get all 3 of these overwhelmingly generous gifts to make up for the time theyve spent locked out during the event. usually whenever zos actually feels bad about a blunder they just give us some ugly as fuck pity pet and move on with their shenanigans. theyre basically sucking the dicks of players here in my humble opinion. they even added on an additional 2 days to the event, instead of just 18 days worth of the event its not 20 days in total! hallelujah for that!

and then they decided to go back on the 2 additional days and essentially just make it 1 day for literally everyone on pcna. for the final day of the event, from 3 am to 7 am, pcna would be taken offline starting at 3 am when tickets are supposed to reset so that they can restore locked accounts. zos even stated that they expect the server to be offline for like 8 hours. just go fuck yourself if youre on pcna and were hoping to get the final 3 tickets and maybe some bonus rewards, those 2 extra days zos promised is effectively just 1 day and a broken promise

my gripe with the server being taken down is that it was scheduled for 3 am. thats when daily quests and tickets reset. if you werent already on and ready to get your tickets youre just fucked with no hope of getting your tickets, spending them, or earning any other rewards for the extra day zos promised you. they S E R I O U S L Y couldnt wait maybe another 10 mins so those dedicated to the event and to earning tickets could maybe actually have just a little bit more time to actually earn the final tickets and the last of the event rewards as well as buy event goodies from the impressario and indrik vendor merchants who are only around during events and tend to have items associated with specific events and seasons? they seriously needed to take the server down for the entirety of the final day of the event? players whove been locked out seriously cant wait just 10 extra minutes?

i consider myself to have be very lucky to be nocturnal for the past while. i was able to be online before the servers went down. i prepped some daily quests to turn in for my last rewards and was ready to earn my final tickets. i got the event boxes and my tickets. not many other players are awake at 3 in the fucking morning on a weekday and had absolutely no chance to earn their final event goodies! they were also p damn fast at taking the server down too. usually it takes like 3-5 mins but ive personally seen it take as many as 8 mins for the server to go offline. my clock read 3:01 by the time the server was pulled offline. thats unusually punctual for zos in my experience over the course of 3 years of playing eso. players who were locked out wouldnt even be able to get the rewards of the last day of the event either

im just fucking pissed that they promised us 2 extra days of the event and then unexpectedly backtracked in the worst way possible by giving everyone on pcna only the slimmest of chances to get the rewards of the final day. this round of maintenance has turned the forums into more than a bit of a warzone too with players fighting each other over whos fault it is when its so very clearly the fault of zos. it feels like the whole fucking dev team is made up entirely of clowns keyboard smashing their way through some very delicate spaghetti code so its just inevitable that like 50 bajillion things break with each and every update.

i dont fucking care if youre one of the players who got locked out or if youre also mad about missing the final day of the event. i just need to fucking vent about how god awfully stupid zos is at least this one time. the only reason why i even continue playing eso is bc its the only source for tes content nowadays bc tes6 is never coming out

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[monterraverde]

He set the dishes aside to collect and scrub in the house, eyeing the scar as he passed, quietly entering the space to clean. Despite the conversation, the process is calm and the night’s a liminal one. His Pokémon are playing, PIP is happy and full of energy, and even Snorlax was satiated, and already flat on his stomach in the middle of the sand. There’s no fear from Skorupi stings. Stingers usually couldn’t punch through the fat.

When he comes back from scrubbing, he stacks and collapses the cooking equipment, settling near the fire. Charizard barks from the dark,  beating his wings and breaking into flight above the canyon, towards the coast and the distant lights of the port.

“You shouldn’t be afraid of your partners,” PIP chirped from his shoulder.

He pointed at the hulking beast.

“If your partners are enraged, you must match them and find your center to offer balance. Syncing lets them think. Direct rage. Sadness. And sometimes no matter what you do you can’t offer it and they have to get it from somewhere else. Always worth the patience though.”

He crossed his legs, leaning towards the campfire they’d made, and extending his hands to it.

“You’re hiding something about these Pokémon. You can keep your secrets, but I don’t believe something that can take an ecosystem like this is going to stay in the crater.”

It’s not a good idea.

“I can sync with it. My team likes the sun. I have three Shadows that are more clouded than this.” 

She didn't expect him to go so far as to do the dishes too, she almost felt bad, making the guest do the chores didn't make for a good host, but he seemed to be doing it because he wanted too... She's at an impasse, best to just let it happen. She pulls a black hoodie off the back of her couch before heading back outside, sliding it on and zipping it up about halfway.

Adniel hears Charizard suddenly bark and then winds up taking into the sky after the other dragon, wherever he was going looked more interesting then what was happening here, so off for a flight they went, leaving Fafnir to sit and chill in the sand with the others, picking up her Mudkip and having a quiet chat with it as the tiny baby climbed over his rock hard carapace curiously, using the Tyranitar as a spring board to leap over onto Snorlax and roll around on its belly.

When PIP suddenly picks up on the slight twinge of fear that had entered her heart, she whips to face him, eyes wide in surprise- How did he even notice that?

"I-..." She pauses, hearing him out... She'd put off trying to really get to know The Don in that way- afraid of what it would do to her, but he had a point... That wasn't to say she was neglecting him at all- hardly- He was an invaluable asset to her team even if she couldnt show him off as much as she liked...

She takes a seat at the fire, warming her hands for a moment as she went into thought. The desert was cold at night- Unreasonably so for how warm it was during the day, but it was something she'd grown accustomed too after living here for as long as she had been, and the fire made it more bearable.

...And then he's punching through her omissions- he was either extremely insightful, or bullshitting to a high degree, but it made her squirm a little in a way... wringing her hands as she contemplated her next course of action... This was a slippery slope she was on that risked her job and Reds safety. "I-... I can tell you more about what I know, but it's gotta stay between you and me... Geeta finds out I told you this she'll have my job AND my head." She sighs, turning a bit to face him.

"They're pokemon from the ancient past... Slither Wing and Great Tusk both, and about 4 other species we've identified. A Jigglypuff, a Misdreavus, a Magneton, and a Salamence... That last ones particularly vicious, looks like it stopped about half-way through mega evolution- with the temperament to boot. Professor Sada was apparently working on a time machine down there powered by the crystals that exist only in Area Zero, it would send Master balls to the ancient past or far flung future and catch pokemon there and bring them back to this time... and this process continued unabated for about five years, until the newest champion rank trainer came in and put a stop to it... This is the extent of the information we have right now because of her and her friends going down there at the professors... Well her A.I.'s behest. It's kept extremely hush hush so we don't cause a region wide panic, though... Paldeans are... very likely to get real uppity and panic easily, they're not used to world ending threats, so we disguise any escaped pokemon as isolated incidents of rampaging pokemon and just close the roads off while we deal with it."

[burnedwriter]

"A tiring journey"

A/n:sorry for delaying this fic for so long i have been feeling a little bit under the weather and now that im kinda better im able to upload again.idk how good the story is if there are any mistakes plz let me know

Warnings:none,sfw,angst/hurt to comfort?,scaramouche being scaramouche,scara calling you a useless worm

A/n:you and scaramouche are lost on your way to sumeru city,scara and you got into an arguement bc of it but this time it has an unexpected ending

"I think we have to go left???''

you said pointing to the map trying to figure out what was the correct way only to be met with a sign from scaramouche.you and scaramouche have been walking around for hours trying to reach sumeru city but only ending up going in circles

he was looking away from you with his arms crossed even though he wasnt looking directly at you you could feel his eyes like daggers at the back of your head

''or right?'' you said

With that he snaps walking aggresively towards you and grabbing the map out of your hands,making you jumpa bit from the sudden action

''give me this thing,or else we will stay here for an eternity,you clearly dont know how to do onething correctly,you useless worm''

though you are used to his mean words since you knew scaramouche can be very moody at times sometimes they didnt fail to hurt you deeply even if you didnt want to admit it.Ever since you met him,you had a difficult time getting along,his arrogant didnt make it easier either constantly looking down on you

you didnt say anything back not wanting to start a fight that you knew it will lead to nothing at the end

''we have to take a left then go straight and finally we are going to reach sumeru city''

you only nodded as a response and followed behind him

the silence between you growing louder and louder

you started to question why did you chose him as to be your travel buddy? was it his looks or that you secretly liked his rude attitude?

every time you talked to him you couldnt help but stare at his indigo eyes,occasionally you could see him blushing but given that he would always turn his gaze away from yours you couldnt put your finger on it if it was true

lost in your thoughts following behind scaramouche, sumeru city could be seen in the distance finally both of you would be able to take some rest from this long journey

breaking the akward silence between you scaramouche says

''if it wasnt for me,we would still be going in circles,you are a burden to my journey''

that was it you have had enough of his arrogant attitude.

''if im such a burden to your journey why dont you leave''

tears of anger threatening to leave from your eyes,the lack of sleep trying to reach the city has had a tall on you and scaramouche's attitude didnt make it any better.though its true you didnt know why he sticked with you if he didnt like you and thought you were a burden.

scaramouche turned around and looked at you after what you said,his frowned brows and hostile glare made it obvious that he was angry.

Great another one of your usual fights is about to begin you thought to yourself,but what you didnt expect was the sudden change of scaramouche's expression after he saw the tears still threatening to escape at the corner of your eyes,his expression now calm and relaxed unlike his previous one

he a signed

''come on,let's get some food and find a place to rest for the night,tomorrow we can talk about it''

you expected him to insult you like he would always do but this time was different,his response left you speechless.

''ok let's go'' you said still shocked as you followed him into the city

that only opened more questions about scaramouche,did he respected you for standing up to him?,did he actually like your company? did he actually cared about you?the questions are endless but you could only hope that they will be answered in the near future