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princessbrunette · 11 months ago

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baby daddy - barely holding down a job because of his attitude - line cook jj who feeds you waffles at his work for free as a ‘i’m sorry i knocked you up cause my pull out game ain’t that strong’ when he finds out. being a consistent thing that ends up with him taking ingredients for the ‘secret recipe’ home to their newly conjoined place because it becomes all she (she/her fem reader) craves. him introducing the baby to the work crew. I NEED PAPA JJ ✋

OHHHH MY GOD IM SCREAMING ???? this is exactly what i needed. anon u are an angel omg.

he gets the job as soon as he finds out you’re pregnant. it takes you like two weeks to build up the courage to tell him, because you’re terrified he’ll freak, have worries about being just like his dad and leave. you’re riddled with guilt, rubbing your tummy and crying, somehow feeling like it’s your fault, practically still kids yourself in your early 20s starting a life together. you were scared.

but jj, god, he’s just such a good guy.

he stares at you in shock when you tell him, taking his hat off and running his hands through his hair, and as you brace yourself to be told to get out, you’re met with a teary grin. “you’re not playing right? you mean it?” his voice is shaking. he’s… happy?

within the next two days he’s got that linecook job, called in a favour with some guy who ironically used to owe his dad— explained his situation, ‘look man, i got a baby on the way, i gotta step my shit up—’ the cravings hit hard and you’re seeing JJ a lot more than you planned, showing up at the restaurant for something to tide you over before dinner. JJ appears from the kitchen, bright smile on his face, backwards cap, grease stained white t-shirt, dark blue apron folded and tied at his waist. “there’s my girls.” he grins despite your bump only just being visible, plate of waffles in his hand for him to fork into your mouth whilst chatting, the restaurant pretty empty that day.

he’s tired, but happy to come home to you. your hormones are all out of whack, so sometimes you’re crying and hugging his tummy as he stands over where you sit in confusion, telling him you missed him so much when he was at work. other times you’re clenching your thighs in your little nightie, tits heavy and bump showing, telling him how good he looks in his work uniform and that he’s making you wanna take more of his babies, had you mentioned how much wetter you get when pregnant? JJ tries to keep up with your rollercoaster, happy to deal with whatever you throw at him.

once you have that baby life gets a little harder but it’s nothing the two of you can’t handle. a little girl, and JJ is relieved. he would have loved that baby all the same if it was a boy, but he has to admit the idea scared him a little — knowing his own relationship with his dad. this felt like a breaking of a curse, a fresh start. that baby is his whole entire world, and so are you.

“my weak pull out game is the best damn thing that happened to me.” he jokes, stretching an arm around you on the couch.

“your weak pull out game is making noise in her crib, can you go check on her?” you sark back with a tired grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

the baby is the sweetest. your eyes and hair, his nose and mischievousness. once you’ve gained back some energy and the baby isn’t screaming through the night anymore, you start to take her places, showing her your world. the chateau, the group taking turns holding her, arguing over who her number one aunt or uncle is. john b and sarah take the role somewhat as the babies god parents, minus the ceremony and legal title. pope and kie, uncle and auntie. it makes sense to all of you, and they all love that baby like it’s your own— offering their help whenever they can. your baby takes a liking to john b the most, warming your hearts when she falls asleep on his chest.

“its ‘cos hes such a dreamboat. look at him. daddy ain’t pretty like john b.” jj jokes, stretching on the couch opposite as the sun goes down.

“my god she’s so cute!” his best friend whisper yells with a pout as he looks down at her.

everyone takes to calling JJ ‘papa J’, once a random nickname turned reality. JJ is constantly calling you “mama” which makes you wanna get pregnant all over again. he gets super upset when he sees even a flicker of his own father in him, locking him self away for the night, crying until you let yourself in, the baby in bed, rubbing his back. you tell him he’s the best daddy in the whole world, and he is. he just needs to believe it.

#anon #linecook!jj #dad!jj #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank blurb

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formulapookie · 2 months ago

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Under the cut to read on Tumblr, here to read on Ao3 ch1; ch2; ch3; ch4

Les fleurs du mal ch.5 rosquez, 2.1k words

It’s nine in the morning of a beautiful Sunday, he finally got all the truth Uccio for God knows what reason had chosen to change, corrupt, modify for him to see a distorted version of reality.

The telemetry, that shit was just made up, by a jealous? angry? Uccio, who chose to ruin the one good relationship in forever like that, like it had just been a flash, instead of the sun in his life.

He wanted to call Marc, hell no drive until Cervera and say he was sorry, that he had been an asshole, a terrible person, but to please forgive him because he had been shielded from the reality and couldn’t see.

That now tho he sees the love Marc always reserved for him, he sees how much Marc is willing to sacrifice for them, for the love they share.

There’s a voice note in his notifications, along with two missed calls, from Marc.

And a text from Lorenzo.

“Vale?”

“Mh?”

They’re laying in bed, at Vale’s house, softly surrounded by pearly colored sheets, the sound of the town filling the outside world.

“Do you ever think about like, the future?”

“In general or us?”

“Both”

“Well of course amore, I think of my racing career and more titles and of the time when I’ll inevitably have to retire.

And I think about us, free from the media attention, in a beautiful house near the see.

No neighbours, just us, and you are sunbathing naked next our pool and then I-“

Marc blushes, hiding his face more in the crook of Vale’s neck

“What amore? It wouldn’t be the first time I see you naked eh. I think I saw you pretty clearly last night”

“Vale! This was supposed to be romantic!”

“Is it not romantic? Making love to you in a house we share?”

“I - yeah it is”

“See? And you? You think about the future?”

“Yeah. I see us in a house in the middle of the countryside tho, with animals.

Dogs, a lot of dogs, and your strange red cat too”

“Rossano is not strange!”

“He looks at me funny whenever I’m here.

But anyway, a cute house in the countryside, just the two of us, it’s peaceful”

“But? I feel like there’s a but”

“But I also think about the sport and the danger and - Vale are you scared of death? I am terrified by it. It’s just - one day you just cease to be and I cannot think the universe is so cruel to do this”

“Amore, of course i’m scared of it, and it. In our sport it can happen. It took me years to get over the fact Marco was gone. But life ends in death no matter what we do, we have to live it at our fullest still”

“Im scared thought, I don’t like the idea of it. It’s cold you think? When you”

“I don’t know. It could be. Or it could be warm like drifting asleep with a blanket on and just - sleep”

For Marc it’s cold when he dies.

Freezing even, and so so lonely.

When Roser finds him, curled beside his bed, clutching in his arms the helmet signed by that man, it’s like being shot in the heart.

She tries to wake him, tries to call him, but he’s cold.

Unmoving.

Still like the moment she finds herself in.

Marc is holding onto that one piece of his heart like he’s still alive, the strong grip seemingly coming from a strong person.

But when she looks at him all she can see is her little boy, her son.

Pale and tired and sad.

He looks like he’s having a bad dream, the unsettling kind of dreams where you don’t precisely know where you are and can’t get out.

There’s petals on the ground.

Yellow.

So much yellow and she just wants to burn it all away.

She cries more, calling for Marc again, trying to get him back.

But Marc can’t hear her, the only sounds in the room are Roser’s sobs and the repetitive buzz of Marc’s phone.

When Marc wakes up in the middle

of the night he’s cold, shivering.

The fever is taking over, he’s hallucinating again.

He reaches out for Vale, why is he not in bed?

Oh right, he’s still not back yet.

But it doesn’t matter.

Because they have time.

The scratch in the back of his throat seems to be less excruciating too, like it’s being kept at bay.

Well this just means Vale is close right?

He’s coming, finally he’s coming home to tell him he still loves him, and - and the roots will go away the same way they arrived.

“Oh I need to set the room up, Vale has to see my collection has improved, yes, he needs to see it”

Marc unpacks the two boxes Roser had stuffed full, carefully taking out the items in them.

The cap and the picture first, he places them on the shelf next to his bed, close, so close the cap covers half the picture, the half where Marc is.

Then it’s the bikes turn.

Slowly, methodically, precisely, Marc takes them out the box one by one, placing them in the same exact order he had bought them.

He sees Alex in his room, he’s not happy.

“Marc come on stop you look ridiculous”

“Ah Alex stop it, you’ve just never been in love, when you’ll be you’ll get it”

He’s standing on his bed, mattress dipping under his rapidly decreasing weight.

“You see, Vale is coming and the room has to be nice for him, I want it to be more beautiful than ever, he deserves the best”

Marc is smiling, like a kid on his birthday, waiting to blow the candles.

“Oh he’ll want the 2004 Yamaha to be the most visible for sure, he loves that bike God how he loves it”

He keeps talking to a non existing Alex, while he feels colder and colder.

“I better put on a hoodie, don’t want to catch a cold before Vale arrives for sure”

He goes pick up the one hoodie Vale left there, in his home.

It still smells like him.

He sits on the bed, legs crossed with his phone beside him, facing the door.

He stays there for minutes, maybe an hour even.

There’s no sudden buzzing of the phone, no sound of a car parking outside, no knocking on the door signaling Vale is there.

Well not yet, maybe he just doesn’t like to travel with the dark.

Yeah it - it must be that.

Because it’s either that or.

Or Vale isn’t coming.

Not now, not in a million years he’s gonna spend tidying up his room to welcome Vale back in it.

When the fever lets go of him and he sees clearly again it hurts.

Physically, mentally, emotionally it all hurts like it’s been crushed by tons and tons of rocks thrown on top of him.

Hot big tears fall from his eyes, follow the now slim outline of his cheekbones, and collect under Marc’s chin.

“He is coming. He is coming. I know he’s coming”

He tries to convince himself of this, even with the hallucination gone, he gets up and sets up the room.

It has to look exactly like it did when Vale came here last time, little bikes in their precise fragile order.

The last thing he takes out the boxes is the helmet.

Signed, a little note left for him by Vale, unmistakable messy handwriting on the clean visor.

He takes his phone, it’s stupid, childish but he can’t do otherwise.

He calls him.

Twenty, twenty five seconds of his phone ringing. No answer.

He tries again. And once again there’s no answer on the other side.

He opens their chat, it’s still on hold since the last text Vale sent.

“Good luck for the race babychamp”

He presses the button to send the voice note, the first few seconds just of silence.

“Vale. It’s me. I - please Vale it hurts so much, I can’t breathe I need you to come here quick I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry for what I did, all of it, I’m sorry I didn’t want you to lose, I didn’t want to do anything against you. I never - I never went to him, I would never cheat on you, I only ever had you please believe me Vale. Vale I love you. I’m home and, and it hurts so much. Please I need to see you. Please. I need to feel your hugs again. I’m cold Vale so cold”

The voice note sends, but there’s no blue ticks to signal it’s been read.

Marc climbs off the bed, his phone beside him, holding the helmet between his arms like it’s the most prized possession of his, he fears it may scratch, or get ruined if he accidentally bumps into the shelf he usually laid it on.

All his words now barely a whisper, he’s trying to stay anchored to reality by clutching at that damn helmet, it’s almost sunrise, almost sunrise and there’s no sign of Vale.

He abandoned him.

Vale abandoned him.

He truly hates him, he truly wants Marc to not represent a menace at all.

That’s fine. Vale will be fine without him too, he was fine before meeting him, there’s no need for Marc to exist in Vale’s life.

Maybe he’s gonna be a weight less, he will just go away, like he came in.

A breeze.

Marc can feel himself getting colder, and the petals in his throat now make it impossible to breathe.

He vomits them rather than coughing, a sea of yellow hollowness making its way out of his body, the everlasting presence of Valentino beside him even right now.

“you promised it was going to be warm like falling asleep with a blanket, but it’s cold, it’s so cold”

He’s still waiting there, looking at the door like a dog waiting for his owner does.

Argo had waited for Ulysses for years before he came back, and had died right in his arms.

But Marc knows his Ulysses won’t arrive, not even to hold him as he leaves behind the ugly and hurt of the mortal world.

He’s an abandoned dog. Even if he was loyal. He’s been abandoned.

He cries on the helmet, the last tears he can still produce, before his life abandons him too, the last breath used to hope, to call Vale’s name.

When Roser finally looks at the ID of the caller on her son’s phone she is angry.

She wants to smash that phone against a wall, make it shut up once and for all.

“Vale💛💙” identifies the person calling, the rage she feels is unexplainable through words.

She doesn’t answer. He doesn’t deserve to know from her what happened to her sweet boy, he will forever live with the guilt of having killed him.

She only manages to call Alex and their father two hours later.

She tells them to come there, that Marc has gone to sleep the night but hasn’t woken up now.

When Alex barges in he’s red in the face, crying and cursing.

He runs to the room they used to share, and sees how Marc has set it up once again, memories of Vale on all the shelves.

He also sees the many yellow petals littering the ground of the bedroom, a dark feeling taking residence in his chest.

“Marc? Marc it’s me, it’s Alex, I know you can hear me, you’re just sleeping, but you have to wake up, mom is getting worried. You need to wake up Marc please, I don’t know what to do without you”

“Alex he’s not-“

“HE’S ALIVE HE’S JUST - he’s just making a joke mom he - he can’t be dead mom he can’t be”

“Alex come here”

“No. No he - it’s not right. It’s not right he shouldn’t be, it shouldn’t end like this, he promised me we would’ve been together on the podium one day, he promised”

Roser has to drag Alex away from Marc, he doesn’t want to let go, he wants to save him.

“Alex. Look at me. You have to think of what Marc wanted ok?”

“Marc wanted to live! He wanted to race and win and - he wanted so many things! He’s scared of death, terrified of being alone! AND HE WAS ALONE!”

“But he wanted you to live too, he wanted you to be there on track, to be here with us. Please don’t - don’t make me lose you too Alex”

“No no i’m not going anywhere mom I promise. I’m not going away, sorry sorry sorry mom I’m staying here”

“Can you? I can’t call anyone to tell”

“Yeah yeah i I’ll uh ill call people”

“Be kind with yourself, as kind as your brother was with you ok?”

“Ok”

They think about removing everything from the room.

Putting it back in boxes.

But Marc’s last wish was probably for the room to be like this, and they couldn’t go against his wish.

#alice writes #my fic <3 #rosquez #angst no comfort #hanahaki #i'll just leave yall to judge this #tw mcd

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aria-ashryver · 9 months ago

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It's a totally random ask, I just checked the time and thought you're probably in the hospital rn, and then I realised it's been a while since you updated us on pretty nurses situation 💅🏼

(anyone cuter than Vidya perhaps? 👀)

🩺Aria's Top Ten Nurses 🏥

because sitting in the hospital for hours on end is boring so we make dumb little lists to pass the time which you absolutely do not have to read lol

(cw: theres a photo of an IV line in my arm under the cut)

#10 - Gary (vascular access technician)

ultimate gruff old dad. excellent banter. always tells me to keep out of trouble when he's done setting my lines. finger guns for days. he's only coming in 10th bc he tried to convince me to get a permanent line fitted and the concept of that terrifies me (hence why i have instead opted for over a hundred individual injections to date)

#9 - Cincy (chemo ward nurse)

incredibly soft spoken. shy to the point of painful. apologises for everything. she was there on the day of the pincushion tally high score, and even though my veins have recovered a lot since then, she always has a look of fear in her eyes when she goes to set my lines. I'm sorry Cincy, please stop being so scared of me.

#8 - Olivia (chemo ward nurse)

peak tsundere ice queen. super pretty. magically long black hair. has never smiled in her life. pretty sure she secretly enjoys inflicting pain on people, because she always sets the cannula in my cephalic vein (beneath the thumb on the side of the wrist) to "give my dorsal arch veins some time to recover" and HOLY FUCK THEY HURT. one time she laughed* at one of my jokes and it was the best day of my life.

*it was a begrudging huff of air through her nose and then she rolled her eyes, but it counts dammit.

#7 - Claire (clinic nurse)

tiny Irish lady. always got too much on her plate. why does she run everywhere. always makes me giggle when she does my obs and pre-checks bc my meds sound funny when you say them with an Irish accent. Claire please sit down for like 10 minutes, i beg, you're making me tired.

#6 - Kelly (chemo ward nurse)

only been my nurse once or twice, but i do remember that one time she laughed so hard at one of my jokes that she started choking and had to excuse herself, and the resultant ego boost has shot her up to place #6 on this list

#5 - Warren (vascular access technician)

OMFG Warren you pretty motherfucker. why are so many of these nurses in their late twenties/early thirties and ludicrously hot? this guy looked at me with his big brown eyes and soothing voice, held my hand while he applied some anaesthetic and told me "that's it, good, you're doing so well love". Warren how do you expect me not to fall in love with you??? that is EXACTLY how Vidya got me

#4 - Jax (chemo ward nurse)

i met them on their first day in the chemo ward. they were just supposed to be observing that day -- unfortunately what they observed was the pincushion tally high score. Sorry Jax.

(i.e. they witnessed Cincy and Farah puncturing the ever loving fuck out of my every available vein, failing to set line after line, apologising to me profusely over the course of like half an hour, and then the vascular access team coming in to rescue us all and set my line via ultrasound instead.)

that was a fun one lol.

#3 - Vidya (chemo ward nurse)

the one, the only, my actual wife!!!! 💖🌈 im half convinced she was the product of a fever dream, because one: how is this woman both fucking gorgeous and SO sweet and caring? and two: her shifts have changed and i barely see her these days. Come back Vidya i miss you 😭😭😭

#2 - Farah (chemo ward nurse)

another super pretty nurse! was delighted when i told her tumblr was still a thing. unironically says "slay" and "omg yass!". compliments my outfits without fail every time i go in for treatments. got extremely excited the first time she set a canula in one go after the pincushion tally high score debacle, and then told me "damn girl, you traumatised me that day" lol. Sorry Farah

#1 - Tori (chemo ward nurse)

Tori is my BRO. our banter game is excellent. (she's also super pretty lol). always tells me when there is good shit in the fridge. been my nurse so often that she just feels like a pal. sneaks into the admin office to make sure my appointments are at lunchtime or later (instead of like 8am) whenever she can. once told me it was her opinion as a medical professional that i should treat myself to bubble tea and ice cream.

Congrats Tori, you win the nurse rankings and my entire heart forever!! 💖💖💖

(but so does Vidya bc I am a fucking simp for that woman lbr)

#aria pincushion tally:#106 #tldr:#Vidya super hot #but Olivia Warren Farah and Tori are all really pretty too #i flirt with them for self care lol #also i am so touched that you remember when my treatments are 🥺#why are you the sweetest ever #this is the dumbest list i have ever made lmao

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autobots-in-training · 2 months ago

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Do ignore the other question from this account; it was my very chaotic friend. However, I do have a question for two of you and just a little thing to say to one more of you, and I do suggest not letting the others see this question. Hotshot First aid and Springer First off, this one is for first aid. I say as a medic myself quite simply that a lot of bad stuff is going to happen in the future to you and all of your fellow younglings, and you are going to lose a lot of bots under your care, but it will not be our fault, and you will become one of the best medics known to the cybertronian species, and I highly suggest you don't read this out loud to anyone else since I sound insane. Now since this "ask" just got a bit quite dark, let's lighten it a bit. Question for Hotshot: Since you are clearly aware your caretaker Optimus Prime is the greatest autobot to exist, have you ever heard of an autobot by the name of Elita-1?

Question for Springer: Since Prowl is clearly your carrier by the looks of it and just by the way you talk about him, did he ever tell you any stories and did he ever teach you anything cool?

- Medic Knockout (PS Im super srry that this is so long)

First Aid- Woah. Uh. Thanks! Are you from cybertron? I've never heard of you. I can list all the medics i know on one hand. Carrier, Lotty, Pharma, Red Alert and Hoist. Though they are all autobots, are you a neutral?

Arcee- First Aid, are you answering a question without us?

First Aid- Oh! Sorry i was just reading the question. These are for Springer and... Hot Shot? I think he meant Hot Rod. *takes a deep breath*

Arcee- Wait don't yell!-

First Aid- SPRINGS!!! RODDY!!!

Arcee- I hate you.

Springer- Hey Aid, whats up? I brought Roddy with me.

Hot Rod- Hi!

First Aid- Cool. Was your time with Hound and Mirage fun?

Hot Rod- Yeah!! Hound took us around the ship in his alt mode!

Springer- Illy got tired, so they stayed with their creators.

First Aid- Ah. Anyway, i called you guys cause you have a question each.

Springer- Nice!

Hot Rod- I wanna answer first!

First Aid- Do you know Elita?

Hot Rod- Riri talks about her sometimes. She's the autobot leader on Cybertron, since not everyone could or wanted to leave.

First Aid- Yeah, i think you were still too little when we left Cybertron to remember anything. You might have been 2-3 thousand years old when we left. Elita is basically on parr to Optimus. I watched them spar a couple times, they were 50/50 on terms of strength and skill. They were best friends too.

Hot Rod- Woaaah!!

Arcee- I was still a bit shy, so I didn't talk with her much. She was nice the times i talked with her. She's actually why i chose to be pink.

First Aid- It's terrifying sometimes. You look like you are covered in dried energon.

Arcee- Exactly.

Springer- What's my question?

First Aid- Has your carrier taught you anything or told you any stories?

Springer- About what?

First Aid- I dunno, thats just what the question is.

Springer- Hm... my riri has taught me quite a bit! I know some stuff about genetics, he knows a LOT, the study of cybertronian genetics wasn't allowed before the war, but both my carriers studied it in secret. I was actually one of their expiriments.

First Aid- Oooh, so they had you to see what traits you'd have from each of them?

Springer- Uh. Yeah. Kinda. He also tells me about my other carrier. I remember very little of him. His optics were... they were yellow. Carrier says i look a lot like my other carrier when he was younger.

Arcee- Thats really sweet!

Springer- I want to meet him again. I'm hoping he's still out there.

Arcee- When the war is over, we'll team up and look for our carriers together!

First Aid- I'l help! There's nothing we can't do when we work together!

Hot Rod- Can i come too?

First Aid- You're too little for that. And wouldn't you miss your riri?

Hot Rod- Oh... yeah :[. I'll stay then. Illy would be lonely without me too.

Springer- Wanna see your carrier now?

Hot Rod- Yeah!!

Springer- Let's go then!

*end transmission*

#maccadam #transformers #first aid #arcee #springer #hot rod #knockoutrosesandhydrangias #ask #text answer

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rosewoodconch · 2 months ago

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RWCH Readathon Days 13-14?

Undercover Princess: Ch. 40-45

Mega liveblog

Ill be honest. I'm really ill: but i am on a bus for 2 hours. So: heres a really porrly written summary of like... the lead up to the ball

Ch. 40

"Promise you'll also be happy"

Well...

Shes happy sometimes?

I really like that again we see that question of jamies origin which doesnt seem so important until youve read everything else

Ill be honest, i usually skip the valentines day bits

Lola is an icon, shes right. Jamie not liking cupcakes is blasphemous

And ellie getting lottle the flowers her name was named for is really sweet and i miss this era of them when it was so easy to fix

Also that note is so incredibly stupid and yes its a threat but also imagine jamie in his room making up the rhyme

"They might take ellie away" GIRL YOUR JOB IS TO PROTECT HER NOT TO KEEP HER FOREVER. Go read the diary again cmon

Ch. 41

Exams! The ball! Finally we hear more about the ball. Its crazy that they get results that quickly

Lottie having nightmares about failing her exams is... oh this poor girl

Shoutout to angus the most scottish person here i love him

Binah is so funny. I absolutely hated people who reacted like that in school

I'm so proud of Lottie like genuinely because after all of the chaos, shes still done incredibly

I was that one sobbing ivy girl ngl. I litterally appealed my b in nat 5 physics because i was convined i deserved a A. I didnt

Ollies messages was so sweet. I missed him so much. He deserves so so so much better. I wish he was able to know things but hes so right to be concerned and hurt. Then "have a good life"

Heartbreaking

Ch. 42

DRESS SHOPPING i probably dont have many thoughts other than OMG DRESSES AND SHOES so sorry in advance

Lèon is an icon and i love him

"I never like to be predictable" YES LOTTIE HARNASS THE SASS

Hes so real with the day and night hes all of us

I really wish ellie got to wear a suit here, it wouldve contrasted so perfectly to the book 5 ball

THE SHOES OH MY GOD THE SHOES

Ellie telling jamie to "just leave" is such a horrible awful thing to have said knowing all we know on reread.

Ch. 43

Jamie lore

I like that we get this explanation before the ball. Because rereading we can see how much the "normal" route relates to ani and saskia and it makes us wonder about who else could be

Jamie is different

The fake story of Hirana, and all of the information about her being lied about not just to ellie, but to jamie too, is so so sad.

Ellie wants nothing but Jamie and her to have normal lives. For them to not be connected in this way. "Everyone should get to choose"

I really love that thats echoed in the ending of the series.

Ugh again with the trust. How often do we hear them go we need to trust each other then lottie hides more stuff again. Im tired lottie.

The Cinderella moment 😭😭😭😭

Ch. 44

Let it be known that in the audiobook connie says Queen Matilda

Her "Real Room" makes me so so happy and i cannot wait to eventually read about it again.

In fact does Lottie ever see it!??!?!?! Someone tell me

See this is what i mean about the trust thing.

Im sorry but if a girl i had a crush on pinned me against the wall, said to tell her a secret or shed bite me i think id pass out

"Youll be mad at me" well no shit sherlock

Jamie is an icon and i love him. Never change

Ch. 45

"I cant promise not to be mad, but I'll hear you out" is so eloquent and I'll always have that in my mind

Creepily similar? A resemblance perhaps?

Ellie lying to try and help lottie is sweet but scary. Because how often does she do this?

I really do think that underneath he is pained for lying to his queen. But not just because hes loyal to her, or that it is his job, but also the queen is nurturing and kind and i think he does internalise that

Lottie defending herself to jamie is so painful

I love the difference between jamie "acting pained" and then the following

For anyone who isn't using the audiobook, i want you to understand how terrifying it is when it switches pov here. Because the whole book has been connie, for the prologue was her mum.

But here, theres a male voice. Jamies va.

Jamie recognising all the palace staff is really sweet

The fact that he has such a routine, hes been trained to hide his emotions from everyone including himself.

And the simple sentence of "he broke down" honestly cuts deeper than if it had been fully elaborated. Its so simple. And thats why its so powerful. He cant even cry and feel comfort. He has to retreat away from everyone and everything

Next chapters are the ball and everything so I'll probably do another mega liveblog for those ones!

Its just easier when I'm ill to group them like this!

#rwchreadathon2024 #rwch readathon 2024 #rwch #undercover princess #connie glynn #the rosewood chronicles #u.p readathon #rosewood chronicles #lottie pumpkin #ellie wolf #jamie volk

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thiirsdaygirl · 5 months ago

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iwtv spoiler warning

ok so im on my third watch of iwtv (im totally normal i promise) and i heard someone say claudia is so mitski coded and THEYRE RIGHT!! but also other characters are too, so heres some of my mitski songs to characters 😼😼

i bet on losing dogs-

You're my baby, say it to me

claudia is louis’ “baby”, from him rescuing her, to even now when daniel is interviewing louis in dubai. we know that she was his baby originally because she was a sort of filler for the hole that louis has after he has been basically estranged from his family.

I bet on losing dogs

claudia is a losing dog, she is doomed by the narrative, louis doesnt know this in full yet (he learns in paris when armand tells him that because she was turned while she was 14 her mind will rip her apart) but i think in the back of his mind he knew their relationship was doomed one way or another.

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side

louis will be there when claudia meets her end (where i will be sobbing uncontrollably I LOVE CLAUDIA 😭😭) and he will be on her side, finally choosing her over anyone else, when it is too late.

Will you let me, baby, lose on losing dogs?

this one is pretty straightforward, louis begging lestat to turn claudia, and lestat doing anything for him.

I always want you when I'm finally fine

i think that louis is no doubt terrified of lestat, but i think that some very small part of him, desperately wants lestat to take him back, even when he is happy with armand and claudia. this isnt to say louis wants to be with lestat in exchange for claudia to die. (this one might be a reach)

a pearl-

You're growing tired of me / You love me so hard and I still can't sleep

i think that this song can be seen as louis and armands relationship, early on. armand is tired of louis not being able to fully give himself over, because of lestat. lestat is in the back of his mind so many times while he is with armand, which louis doesnt understand because armand loves him so much. armand notices this, and is beginning to grow tired of it

Sorry, I don't want your touch It's not that I don't want you

this ones harder, because i think louis is fine with armands touch. i think this line more relates to louis’ plain inability to properly open up to armand, even though he loves and wants armand.

It's just that I fell in love with a war

louis is not ready to be with armand because of the guilt on his chest from (unsuccessfully) killing lestat. he still loves and misses lestat, despite all of his abuse and such. because of this love, after “killing” lestat, he is left with this guilt. it can be seen as his “pearl”, the manifestation of fake lestat. and fake lestat is “where he goes at night”

anyways, its 2 am and im tired, if u want more of these i have a bunch so lemme know…. 😼

#iwtv #mitski #song parallels

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acaciapines · 1 year ago

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If you’re still doing songs - song 69 and 138?

im always up to do em lets GO! i'll put both above the cut n then talk below :)

69. It’s Called: Freefall – Rainbow Kitten Surprise

king misses his mom. he misses his sister. he misses his aunt and his grandparents and mari trying to pin him down and luz letting him crawl under her covers and eda hugging him when he grabbed for her and firefly chirping good morning and good night and throwing out her wings to keep him safe.

“kiiiiiiiiing,” the collector whines, flipping upside-down through the air. “you’re so boring, what is your problem?”

“just tired,” king says. it’s hard to look at the collector straight-on. the thoughts that surround him are a messy array, and barely any of them are his, the way they are for anybody else: it’s a weird conglomerate of old thoughts like those that drift through the sky, but so packed together he can’t make anything out. it’s a beach of golden sand the collector runs through, leaving kicked-up grit in his awake.

“naw, c’mon,” they needle, landing right in front of him. “you’ve been tired forever. be fun!”

he misses his family so bad he’s sure it’s a wound spilling out of him. how can’t the collector see that?

“okay,” king says, “fine. let’s play.”

138. Habits – Genevieve Stokes

ask anybody: edalyn-owlbert clawthorne was never planning to have kids.

never really interested her. not the settling-down part, not the needing to keep another living creature alive part, not the having to be a good influence, gag. nah. kids were never going to be her thing, and so she never sought them out.

and then the little buggers found her.

well. she’s technically the one who stumbled across king, the owl beast’s faltering flight into that abandoned ruin he was living in, but king was the one who followed them both and refused to be left behind. plus, that stone-monster was going to kill him. eda wasn’t a fan of kids, but she didn’t want to leave them for dead, either.

looking back she’s pretty sure the owl beast was laughing at her.

laughed even harder when she took in luz. you’re an apprentice, kid, eda had told her, and the girl had squealed, and her daemon had sat there on her shoulder with her tiny chest puffed out, and something in eda knew this was going to be a permanent thing.

oh well. at least she skipped the changing diapers phase of things.

Discussion

for the first one: oh! hey! this one is relevant to for the future which im writing right NOW! ive been thinking a lot recently about how kings gonna be Doing in that entire like, 2-3 months he's basically on his own with the collector, because i'll be expanding out from what was shown in the show, and just...god. poor kid.

its terrifying! im a collector lover but even i'll admit he is Not great with king, especilly towards the start, and thats not going anywhere--king misses his family and the collector has been on his own for so LONG, and has this sense of entitlement to kings time + space. why does everyone else get a lifelong friend with them since birth? the collector wants that! and if they werent born with it they'll find a friend then! like KING!

its just a LOT. it makes for fun writing though kdnfkgdfg king doesnt hate the collector but oh boy is he not actually friends with them.

this one also makes it pretty obvious what im doing in regards to king being a titan lol but ive decided not to talk so explicitly about that unless im asked a question in which i cant speak around it. i gotta keep some of my secrets!

for the second one: MOM EDA MY BELOVED sorry i literally love that trope so much okay. its so so fun to write. eda really tripped and fell into parenthood like ah shit now ive got to be responsible for HOW MANY of these guys now? two? three? am i supposed to count mari and luz as one or two because based on the day that is a WILDLY different answer.

but yeah <3 its also made even more funny that firefly knew 100% what she was getting into. this was a massive shock to eda, but firefly's been a mom from the start!

also ooooh got that owlbert mention huh wonder what that is about...wonder what my owlbert secrets might be....if he shows up at all....hmmmm...

#ask #toh #daemon au #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #the collector #i write #also keeping owlbert's name is actually so funny thinking about it #eda's parents really looked at their newborn daughter like 'yeah. fuck it. name him owlbert.'#and a grove of palistrom to you

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kramaku · 1 year ago

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A little "my opinion on Izuocha" rent

It's originally, at its core, not a bad ship. Pretty cute, even.

So it's hard to explain why i dislike Izuocha as a bkdk skipper bc people automatically assume im just hating on a straight couple or that I'm misogynistic.

I literally hated katsuki and shipped izuocha the first 3 seasons. They were so cute. But I kept being disappointed. It's entirely one sided.

Horikoshi said on multiple occasions that he reads romance a lot. And he's very good at writing characters and psychology. He knows how to write romance. Yet here he is, writing a superhero comic but never gave us a scene where Izuku risks his life for her? Never protects her? Every single time there's a villain attack and Horikoshi has the perfect set up to write a very romantic scene, he immediately SEPARATES THEM. USJ attack? He was with Tsuyu and Mineta. At the training camp? He fought alone. And when he joins Ochaco's group? He leaves her 5 minutes later. Katsuki rescue mission? Could've have Ochaco coming too in order to prevent Izuku from doing something too risky (like Iida did) it would've been cute. But no she wasn't there either.

We got a lil romance moment between them at the provisional licence exam but IT WAS FREAKING TOGA THE DISAPPOINTMENT.

Besides, when Ochaco (so actually Toga...) fell down, he didn't have that "I want to protect the girl im in love with" moment, no he had a moment where he thought about his regrets and past mistakes that caused Kacchan and All Might prejudice.

The whole chisaki arc? Oh. Surprise. It's also one sided. Ochaco only comes towards the end, terrified at Nighteye's vision of Izuku's death. Nothing from Izuku again. Season 5 Uraraka saves Izuku from blackwhip going out of control with Shinso. The war? Oh a war! What a good way to bring in scenes of them sacrificing for each other- well no they separate AGAIN at the very BEGINNING and it's Katsuki's redemption being upfront.

Then the vigilante arc... Izuku talked about wanting to protect the smiles of his family and classmates but never Ochaco in particular... it would've nice to have her on a panel alone at that moment but no...

All those missed opportunities just gave me so much frustration and disappointment that I don't ship them anymore. I absolutely love Izuku with all my heart he's my favorite character but Ochaco deserves someone who looks at her the same way she looks at them. And it's not Izuku.

So sorry but I'm tired of the typical Shounen (male) main character totally ignoring the girl who's in love with him the entire series meanwhile she can't be more devoted to him but suddenly at the last chapter they're married. Like seriously ? Its just bad writing to me.

But a lot of people still believe it's a very good ship because there's "moments". Like when Izuku blushes around her... 90% of the time it's because she's in his personal space, very close and it's making him a lil embarrassed. Things like that.

There's their conversation after Ochaco's speech at UA where he thanks her. He compliments her hair style and other things out of nowhere it was I think the only time of the series my Izuocha heart felt a little satisfaction. It was adorable. But then they talked about wanting to save villains so it stopped there.

At the final war, last opportunity for Horikoshi to finally do something with that supposed to be canon ship, we get Katsuki thinking of his idol All Might, his dreams to be a hero and his childhood with Izuku as his dying thoughts, we get Izuku going feral seeing his corpse but for Ochaco we get... that

On the 393th chapter, the last one that was released (small spoiler) we can see Ochaco thinking of Izuku. It's again one sided, Izuku isn't even looking at her

but ive seen a lot of people saying this is Horikoshi "putting it all together and making the ship canon" and... I don't think so...? This is just yet another shot of Ochaco being in love, one amongst idk many others since the beginning of the manga it's not new at all..

Now give me a shot of Izuku thinking of OCHACO when he speaks about love. Then I'll start thinking it's maybe reciprocated. Now? Absolutely not.

I send absolutely no hate to Izuochas, if you ship them no problem but I just wanted by this post to explain why me and so many other people don't want them to end up together. It's not idk... Gay ship obsession or misogyny (even if Ochaco does receives a lot of undeserved hate for these reasons...). There's just nothing interesting to the ship to me.

It's one sided. It's... boring. Just boring.

Now I know bkdk won't be canon because well.. homophobia is a thing and it's a Shonen so I'm not dreaming much but I dont want Izuocha to end up together. Not with their current dynamic at least.

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7sweater-weather7 · 2 years ago

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gonna go ahead and do this because i’ve been wanting to ever since i saw a few of them last night. i was just so tired after the ep 😭

here are some of my favorite things we got out of Watching and Dreaming! and yes. some of my favorite things are things that might have physically hurt me. thank you :)

SPOILERS! this is going to be a long post too btw

- THE FACT THAT IN LUZ’S NIGHTMARE SHE WAS DRESSED IN BELOS’S EMPEROR GETUP. SHE PROCEEDS TO BE TERRIFIED. LUZ CANT YOU SEE YOU ARE NOT BELOS BESTIE YOURE LUZ. SWEETIE YOURE NOT A BAD PERSON.

- THE CREW IN LUZ’S NIGHTMARE. THAT HURT. IT HURT REAL BAD.

“this is all your doing. you helped belos meet the collector. your actions led to this. you’ve been the real villain this whole time!” “im sorry luz. but i have to take you down.” AND SHE WAS CRYING LIKE IT ACTUALLY HURT HER TO HAVE TO FIGHT LUZ. IM.

“you know, luz? my life changed after i met you. i finally believed that there was this big, bright future ahead of myself? that didnt last long, did it? you destroyed my home and any chance i had at happiness. i have no future now. NONE OF US DO.”

“look everyone! it’s good ol’ luz! and she just might be, the biggest hypocrite ever! everyone helped you get back to your mom. meanwhile, because of you, i’ll never see my dad again.” “we’ll get him back, we’ll get them all back!” “tell that to him.”

“i’ve always just.. followed orders. i never thought about making friends, or going to school. then i met flapjack. he was more than a palisman; he was my best friend. and then i lost him, helping. you. but you still get to have your own palismen? why, luz? why do you get to have it all?”

THE WAY HUNTER DROPPED TO THE GROUND IN TEARS. AND THE CREW CAME IN FRONT OF HIM AS IF THEY NEEDED TO PROTECT HIM FROM HIS SISTER. THE PAIN IN HIS VOICE, ON HIS FACE WAS SO.. OH MY GOD.

“witches battle” collector.. sweetie.. you messed up there buddy💀

“but for the sake of everyone you hurt.. i challenge you to a witches battle!” immediately luz goes: “wait a second.” also the way before that when amity was about to attack her she sounded on the verge of tears :(

LUZ SQUISHING FAKE AMITYS CHEEKS AND DOING THAT THING TO HER EARS. “you look like amity. you feel like amity. but you’re not amity, are you?”

“think about it. what’s the first thing you do when you wake up from a bad dream?” REAL HUNTER’S FACIAL EXPRESSION AND SOFTER TONE OF VOICE THERE. I ALMOST DIED I SWEAR.

amity’s face as she says “you turn on the light.” she looked at luz so lovingly. I MISS THEM ALREADY.

- edas nightmare about her family shaming her for her curse. saying “dangerous beasts need to be kept in cages.” the implication that she hurt her father again. “why, eda? i forgave you.”

- king’s nightmare.. i just.. wow..

“BILL! you crazy jerk, how’d i get here?!”

king had siblings. WHY HAVE I NOT SEEN ANYONE TALKING ABOUT THIS? KING. HAD. SIBLINGS. AND LATER THE COLLECTOR CONFIRMS THIS. HIS SIBLINGS TOOK THE OTHER BABY TITANS AND THEY TOOK THE BLAME. IM SO MAD ABOUT THAT WHAT.

- luz’s facial expressions when she saw how much pain eda and king were in from these stupid nightmares.

- THE OWL FAMILY REUNION. THE TEARS AND EDA KISSING THEIR FACES. THEM ALL INTERRUPTING EACH OTHER AND THEMSELVES TO ASK EACH OTHER QUESTIONS BECAUSE ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE THEY WERE LAST TOGETHER AND THEYRE JUST TO HAPPY TO BE TOGETHER AGAIN

- string bean. just. string bean.

- LUZ CALLING STRING BEAN A POWER NOODLE. GAOAYAKAHAK

- THE COLLECTOR CALLING “RAINE” RAY-RAY.

- THE COLLECTOR ADMITTING HE DOESNT WANT TO HURT THE OWL FAMILY. THEY WANT THEM ALL TO BE FRIENDS.

- THE COLLECTOR BEING A KID. JUST THEM BEING A TINY SILLY LITTLE CHILD. I LOVE HIM GUYS.

- the collector having okay intentions at least but being SO SCARY ABOUT IT😭

- belos knocking François off of the nightstand. belos.. what did you think you accomplished by doing that?there was literally no need stop being so dramatic 💀

- realizing the collector doesn’t understand what death is..

- raine. RAINE BREAKING FREE OF BELOS’S POSSESSION FOR A FEW MOMENTS.

- BELOS BEGRUDGINGLY ADMITTING HOW POWERFUL RAINE IS.

“raine’s always been annoyingly powerful.” HECK YEAH THEY ARE BABY. THATS RAINE WHISPERS. YOU REALLY THOUGHT THEYD JUST LET YOU TAKE CONTROL OF THEIR BODY? NUH-UH. YOU HAD TO HAVE KNOWN IT WOULDNT BE THAT EASY. THE ONLY REASON IT DIDNT HAPPEN SOONER IS BECAUSE THEY WERE STILL UNDER THE COLLECTORS SPELL. CMON HOW COULD YOU UNDERESTIMATE THE RAINE WHISPERS?! YOU FOOL.

- how in each of the collectors games one of the owl family had an advantage and was so tired and fed up with seeing the other two hurt they just ram into the collector in some way. they don’t care if they’re a god or not you’re hurting my family. stop it

- luz coming to the realization that the collector really is just a kid that doesn’t know any better. and continuing on to try and help them understand.

- COLLECTORS BACKSTORY REVEAL. MY HEART HURT FOR THEM. I FEEL SO BAD. I LOVE HIM SO BAD.

- KING. HAD. SIBLINGS. I ALREADY MENTIONED IT ABOVE.

- AGAIN RAINE. “i said. GET OUT.” RAINE BEING WEAK FROM THE POSSESSION BUT REALIZING WHAT BELOS WAS UP TO AND IMMEDIATELY CHASING AFTER HIM TO STOP IT.

- the whole raine vs. belos thing. RAINE IS SO AWESOME I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOU GO RAINE WOO THEY TRIED SO VERY HARD TO STOP THAT STUPID GOOP AND WOULD HAVE IF BELOS WASNT TRYING TO SUFFOCATE THEM

- belos BIT RAINE AHAIAGQKSG DUDE.

- camila’s puppet design keeping her little heart pin <3

- COLLECTOR CALLING THE MORTALS “itty bitty spiders”

- the collector finding ray ray’s earring and looking so pained. so hurt. my heart guys.

- THE COLLECTOR TRYING TO BE KIND TO BELOS IN ORDER TO STOP HIM. THE COLLECTOR HUGGING HIS NOSE DESPITE EVERYTHING. THE FACT THEY WERE WILLING TO PUT EVERYTHING BEHIND HIM IF IT MEANT THIS WOULD STOP AND THEY COULD ALL BE FRIENDS

- LUZ RUSHING TO PROTECT THE COLLECTOR FRIM BELOS BECAUSE THEYRE JUST A KID AND SHE GETS THAT NOW AND IS NOT GOING TO LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO HIM

“but.. i thought i was doing the right thing!” “no, no. you did good collector.”

- the collector staring in horror at luz’s hand.

- LUZ DYING IN THE COLLECTORS ARMS. THE COLLECTOR BEING TERRIFIED. SO SAD. GRABBING HER HAND AND WHEN THAT DISAPPEARS A LITTLE OF THE LIGHT LEFT BEHIND. THE COLLECTOR ASKING WHERE LUZ WENT.

- CAMILA ABSOLUTELY KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED TO LUZ. CHANGE MY MIND WHY ELSE WERE THERE TEARS. SHE WAS KEEPING IT TOGETHER FOR THE KIDS. SHE LOOKED UP AND SAID “she’ll be okay.”

- the collector finally starting to understand death. what it means to mortals.

- the way king and eda just stand there for a few minutes, taking in what they just saw.

- KING AND EDA BEING SO HURT AND TAKING OUT ALL THEIR PAIN ON BELOS AS THEY SHOULD. THE TEARS. EDA’S “back up, kid. i don’t think i can control myself right now.” EDA AND KING FIGHTING TOGETHER.

- KINGS DAD.

“oh, titan..” “oh, me!”

“i think king said it best once; i am both king and queen, best of both things. but dad works fine.”

THE FACT THAT KING HAS WANTED TO FIND HIS DAD AND HAS FELT LIKE HE ABANDONED HIM WHEN IN REALITY HES BEEN KEEPING AN EYE ON KING THIS ENTIRE TIME

KINGS DAD HELPING LUZ REALIZE NEITHER OF THEM ARE BAD. “you assume belos’s goal comes from a genuine place. but, that man doesn’t care about anything but his need to be the hero and his own delusion.” HE TOLD HER BASICALLY THAT HER INTENTIONS WERE GENUINE AND BELOS’S WERE NOT.

I LOAF YOU.

why was hooty hanging out of his eye. WHERE DID HE GET HIS TSHIRT.

“will you choose yourself?” I HAD TO PAUSE THE TV WHEN I FIRST HEARD THIS. I WAS SO CLOSE TO TEARS.

- THE COLLECTOR TRYING TO STOP EDA AND KING FROM FIGHTING BELOS BECAUSE HE DIDNT WANT ANYONE ELSE TO “GO AWAY.”

- THE COLLECTOR CRYING. OH MY GOD. “what is this stuff? why won’t it stop?”

- “no, no no no no! get off of her!”

- LUZS TITAN FORM. THE WAY SHE FOUGHT ALONGSIDE HER MOTHER AND HER BROTHER. THEYRE FAMILY.

- THE HAPPINESS AND AWE ON ALL OF THEIR FACES WHEN LUZ CAME BACK.

- THE COLLECTOR WANTING TO HELP EVEN THOUGH THEY COULD BE DYING. “come on. you at least can do this.”

- THE WHOLE FIGHT SCENE. THE WHOLE THING. THE OWL HOUSE THEME REMIX IN THE BACKGROUND.

- “cmon eda, you know where magic comes from.” EDAS BIG GOOFY SMILE THERE.

- THE CREW WORKING TOGETHER TO SAVE THE PUPPET PEOPLE.

- raine whispers WHISTLING THAT LITTLE TUNE. IM UNWELL. THEY PROBABLY DIDNT KNOW IF THEY WERE GOING TO LIVE AND THEYRE NOT PANICKING OR ANYTHING. JUST WHISTLING.

- raine starting to panic when they see people coming towards them and saying things like “get away” and looking so scared AND EDA PUTS THEIR GLASSES BACK ON AND CUPS THEIR FACE. THE WAY THEY GASP AT SEEING HER. EDA TELLING THEM ITS OKAY AND TAKING THEM INTO HER ARMS AND TELLING THEM SHES GOT THEM. THE SOFT LOOK ON RAINES FACE. IM UNWELL.

- EDA KISSING RAINS FACE.

- RAEDA.

- THEM

- EDA AND RAINE

- RAINE WHISPERS

- EDA CLAWTHORNE

- “we don’t have much time. let’s end this.” “FINALLY.”

- RAINE FIGHTING ALONGSIDE LUZ EDA AND KING BECAUSE THEYRE A PART OF THE FAMILY TOO IDC.

- LUZ TAKING AUZURAS LITTLE THING LIKE SHE ALWAYS DOES BUT ACTUALLY MAKING IT ABOUT HERSELF THIS TIME BECAUSE SHE FINALLY CHOSE HERSELF.

- NOW EAT THIS SUCKA

- THE COLLECTOR BEING WEAK AND FLINCHING AS IF THE CREW IS GONNA HURT THEM AND TEARING UP WHEN AMITY OFFERS HIM HER HAND

- belos trying to use luz’a kindness to avoid the fate he knows he deserves. luz staring at him and not saying a word or batting an eye.

“luz.. i’m free! thank goodness you saved me from that horrible curse!!! yes, i was cursed with a terrible, terrible sickness by dark magic!! just like your mentor!! it forced me to do all those horrible things :(!!!! but now i’m free!!!”

BELOS GETTING HIT BY THE BOILING RAINS AND FALLING DOWN, REVERTING BACK TO GOOP

“quickly now! don’t you want to make peace? luz? don’t just stand there! you’ll be just as bad, just as conniving, just as evil and just as unforgivable as those wretches! we’re human. we’re better than this!”

“WELL WE AINT.” *raine king and eda proceed to stomp on him like the slimy little bug that he is*

“that was.. extremely satisfying :D!” “EW ITS ON MY CLAWS. BLEH!”

ALSO WAS BELOS LITERALLY BEGGING FOR HIS LIFE AND LUZ JUST UNCARINGLY STARING AT HIM MEANT TO BE LIKE IN FTF WHERE CALEB JUST STARES AT BELOS??? JUST WONDERING..

- THE REUNIONS.

STEVE PICKING LILY UP (PLATONICALLY OFC)

AMITY RUNNING TO HER DAD WHILE ODALIA STANDS IN THE CORNER, ANNOYED. BUT WHERE WERE THE TWINS :(((

GUS AND HIS DAD. GUS MAKING ILLUSIONS OF HIMSELF TO SURROUND HIS DAD AND HIS DAD HUGGING TWO OF THEM BEFORE FINALLY HUGGING THE REAL GUS. I LOVE THEM YALL

HUNTER WAS WAITING WITH WILLOW TO MAKE SURE SHE FOUND HER DADS. HIS HAND WAS ON HER BACK TO COMFORT HER GUYS

WILLOW DID FIND HER DADS AND THEY BOTH HUGGED HER

WILLOWS DADS KISSED!! <33

DARIUS WAS WAITING FOR HUNTER EVEN THOUGH HE DIDNT THINK ANYONE WOULD HE WAITING FOR HIM <3333

THE WAY HUNTER WAS MAD SOMEONE WAS MESSING W HIS HAIR AT FIRST AND TURNED READY TO GO OFF ON SOMEONE

im gonna have to make a part 2 for the time skip 😭✋🏻

#the owl house #watching and dreaming #watching and dreaming spoilers #I MISS THEM SM ALREADY GUYS.

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unicyclehippo · 2 years ago

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prompt: stuffed animal

this is smth im working on for my 3blts story, here u go

‘Boy troubles?’

Nancy’s mum leans against the frame of her bedroom door, smiles down at Nancy. She’s sitting in front of her dresser, all the drawers open and empty, her clothes laid out in precise piles all around her.

It’s been an all-day affair, sorting what she’s willing to part with for donation, what she wants to keep, and what is too old and worn for either; she would have been finished a long time ago – should have been finished – but the methodical pull, examine, fold, re-fold, set aside was the only thing keeping her mind from dwelling on more dangerous things. So, when she had reached the bottom drawers of her dresser she had slowed in an effort to keep her work going. It hadn’t helped. The memories still came for her, despite her best efforts to focus on folding her pyjamas. The creases were crisp now, like she had ironed them, and still she trying to tug them into perfect neatness. She looked up from the soft flannel, fingers twisted into the fabric and ruining her work.

‘Sorry – what?’

‘Boy troubles?’ her mum repeats, craning her head to look around the room at clear shelves and an empty, open wardrobe. ‘You haven’t tidied this much since you were breaking it off with Steve,’ she points out kindly. ‘Helps you think, doesn’t it?’

‘I – yeah. It does.’

‘Do you want to talk about it?’

‘No. No, I’m fine, really.’

‘Is it Jonathan?’

‘Jonathan is fine.’

‘Steve?’

‘We’re just friends.’

‘Oh.’ Her mum smiles teasingly, lifts a brow. ‘Someone new?’

‘God, mum, no! I said it’s not about a boy!’

Her mum blinks. Instead of a look of disapproval and leaving, as Nancy expects, she watches in shock as her mum steps inside and picks her way across the room to sit, cross-legged – in what might be the last clear space on her bedroom floor, a few feet from Nancy. Her smile fades to something concerned. Nancy avoids it. Shakes out the flannel pants and refolds them.

‘Okay,’ she says softly. ‘It’s not about a boy. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Nancy,’ she says, chides, and her eyes skim across the piles Nancy has made. The donations box is almost full, despite having half-emptied her closet in those first weeks after the earthquake. Clothes, empty picture frames, the last of her stuffed animals. ‘Please don’t lie to me.’

‘There’s nothing wrong,’ she repeats, voice clipped. Even saying it, Nancy knows it’s not good enough. She blinks, pulls at her tattered attention until she can spin up a good story. ‘Mrs. Woldly—the new mayor’s secretary, have you met her? I interviewed her last year, when I was writing an article on town hall. She was organising that bridge tournament, remember?’ Nancy sets her pyjamas down. Reaches for a nightgown—light blue patterned with faint purple flowers. ‘She’s running the shelter on Briarcliff now and called to see if there’s anything we could part with—’

‘Nancy.’

Her mum leans forward, catches Nancy’s hand; the sudden move makes Nancy flinch and she knows her mum sees it because her blue eyes go wide and terrified and sad, and her thumb strokes gently over the back of Nancy’s hand in hers.

‘Nancy, you can talk to me,’ she says, and the words made Nancy flinch.

Nancy, you can talk to me, she had said, just the same, all those years ago. Barb missing, and Nancy confused and tired and feeling exactly the same as she had before sleeping with Steve—not at all changed, or grown up, or in love like she had expected—and angry at herself for all of that, angry at her mum for looking at her like she knew, like she knew something was different immediately. Like all her missteps were on display for anyone to see if they looked hard enough. Nancy couldn’t bring herself to say the words back then—she is different, she’s a friend abandoning slut, she got her best friend killed because she wanted to be young and stupid and not think for once, and that’s what it got her.

She’s glad she hadn’t.

She wishes she had, that she could have. It would have been nice, letting her mum handle everything. Idly, she wonders if her mum would have banished monsters as easily as she banishes stains from the dinner tablecloth and the thought makes her laugh, a little hiccupping laugh.

Her mum is still watching her, scared. The silence can’t have helped, the laugh certainly didn’t.

Nancy sighs and tries again.

‘I’m fine, mum. Really. All this – it’s just donations.’

‘Honey, even if you hadn’t—’ flinched, she doesn’t say, can’t seem to make herself say it, ‘—these are all your favourite things. Why on earth would you get rid of all this?’

‘It’s just – not that important anymore.’

Another misstep. Steve wouldn’t have understood. Robin wouldn’t have understood. Eddie might have. But her mother?

She pulls her hand back, one last stroke across Nancy’s fingers, and pulls the donations box in front of her. In a few seconds, before Nancy can even think to move and stop her, her mum has everything unpacked. Pink blouses, white soft frilly things, a light blue dress that sits snug around her waist and flares prettily, her favourite kitten heels, a sweater so beloved that her mum has mended it twice when she outgrew it and pulled the shoulders. Finally, once she’s seen everything, she puts it all to the side and draws in a steadying breath.

‘Your father and I had a fight last summer,’ she says.

Nancy frowns. Out of everything she expected to hear, that hadn’t been an option. She is the one to close the distance this time, hand on her mother’s knee. ‘Are you alright?’

The smile she gets is lop-sided, a little rueful, a little sad. ‘It was a long time coming. We fought about – oh, I don’t know – how he never talks to me, how lonely I am, that sort of thing.’

‘Oh Mum, I didn’t know.’

She squeezes Nancy’s hand. ‘You weren’t supposed to. It’s between me and your father, and it’s nothing for you to worry about. Ever.’ She punctuates the statement with another squeeze. ‘My point is that when we were done fighting, I marched up to our room and I emptied everything I own onto the floor and threw it away. Everything. And the very next day, I went out and bought a new wardrobe.’

Nancy frowns. She remembers that, vaguely. Like seeing something out of the corner of her eye, she can remember the tense household she escaped from so often to spend time with Jonathan, and the uneasy silence that filled the house when she returned from her internship, and she remembers, too, when her mother had started wearing newer, brighter clothes. She glances around her room. When she looks back, her mum is smiling at her.

‘I understand, Nancy. Wanting to be someone different, someone new.’

Nancy stares. Her mum’s face grows blurry, and worried, and it isn’t until she wipes Nancy’s cheeks with her thumb that Nancy realises that she’s crying.

‘Did it work?’ Nancy whispers.

Her mum hesitates. ‘For a little while, yes. I had new clothes, new hair. It made me feel—prettier. Bolder. More,’ she trails off, searching for the words.

‘Who you wanted to be?’

‘Who I thought I would have been. If everything had been different. If I hadn’t married your father, if I’d gotten a job, if I’d travelled. But after a little while, it seemed silly. Like I was playing dress up with Holly except instead of pretending to be a fairy princess, I was a version of me that didn’t exist.’

Nancy nods. ‘You looked beautiful,’ she offers. ‘You look beautiful.’

Her mum laughs, waves her hand. ‘That’s not the point, Nancy.’

‘But it’s true.’

That earns her a fond smile. Her mum cups the side of her face and Nancy leans into it; her mum’s hand is warm and smooth and smells faintly of detergent and the mellow floral of her hand cream.

‘What I’m trying to say is,’ she says, and strokes her thumb across Nancy’s cheek, swiping at another tear, ‘I know it’s tempting to try and change, to run away from mistakes or something that’s scaring you. But.’ She pulls back, taps Nancy on the nose. ‘If we do it like this, we’re going to run out of clothes.’

Nancy laughs a watery laugh. ‘Very good point.’

They sit together for a little longer, her mum holding her hand and looking about the room carefully. It strikes Nancy that it’s been years since her mum has been in her room for so long. She wonders what has changed since the last time. Other than herself, of course.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’

‘I can’t.’

Nancy regrets it the moment she says it. Her mum had opened up, and it was startling and a little relieving to know how similar they can be—startling, too, to realise how much she had missed going on around her. But isn't this exactly how she'd always dealt with everything? Tidying it into neat piles that she could keep or throw away? She'd dumped Steve and hadn't let herself think about him; she'd kept Jonathan. She'd tried to dump Barbara, that day when she'd taken her evidence to Murray Bauman, but somehow she'd found her way back in. She'd clung to her internship, to her plans, tried to keep everything so fucking neat and orderly, clung to that sense even as the world exploded around her and it's just. Not. Working anymore. She watches her mum start to re-fold the clothing she'd plucked out of the box, folds crisp and even and perfect in a way that Nancy still can't master, and she wants, suddenly, desperately, to hand a problem over to her mum and have it be solved for her in the same way. She can't talk about the nightmares, or their work in getting Eddie pardoned, or the roster she's come up with for nightly patrols, or the fresh, choking guilt that comes up each time she thinks about Barbara. But maybe...

'I have this...friend,' she says, and as soon as the words escape her she knows this is a bad idea, but her mum looks shocked and pleased and she's turning to face her, giving Nancy her full attention, nodding for her to continue. Nancy's hands twist together in her lap. 'I - don't quite know how to talk to him about - about something I found out. About him.'

She's being too vague, she knows. Her mum frowns with the force of someone trying to crush a Coke can with their mind, a look Nancy is abundantly familiar with now.

'Did he flirt with you?'

'No, it's not that.'

'Because I know you're with Jonathan, but you haven't seemed - you haven't talked about him in a while,' she points out carefully.

Nancy considers that, before tucking it into a pile of things to deal with that. 'It's not that,' she repeats, more firmly.

'Well, I might be able to help more if you just say it. And that might help your friend too, if you get out of that head of yours and talk.'

Nancy nods. She twists her hands in the other direction.

'I found out something really personal,' she says softly, and eyes her mum carefully, wondering again how stupid she has to be to have picked this of all things to talk to her mum about.

'Like a secret?'

'Mhm.'

What if she's a bigot? They've never talked about this before. What if she thinks Nancy has been contaminated? Or if she forbids her from spending time with her friends? Not that being forbidden would actually stop her, but it would change things. Even as she considers all of this, she knows she has to ask. It's terrifying. It's extraordinarily rare, the number of times she has gone into a conversation not knowing where it might lead, but she feels as though she has walked herself to the edge of a cliff and she won't know if there's a bridge until her mum shows it to her.

On the other hand, until she takes the step, she'll be teetering on the side of a cliff.

She drags in a breath and nods, looks up at her mum with purpose. 'I found out that he's - he's gay. And I don't know what to say to him about it.'

For a few moments, her mum only stares at her. Nancy's heart slams in her chest and her stomach turns. She's made a mistake. This is why she keeps her information to herself, this is why she does things by herself. Because she can't trust anyone else to do it right. She shakes her head, readies a perfect smile, readies a story to dismiss everything that she's said.

But then her mum says, 'Is he alright?'

Nancy frowns. 'What do you mean?'

'Does he have some place to stay? How did you find out - is he alright?'

'He - ' The implicit offer, the generosity in what her mum is saying, hits her and Nancy sags, relieved. 'He's okay. I overheard him - I wasn't eavesdropping,' she insists when her mum raises a brow, 'but now I know and I should tell him but I don't want him to worry. About me.'

'Well. I think you need to be honest. And you tell him that if he needs a place to stay, he's welcome here.'

Nancy nods slowly. 'You mean that?'

Her mum looks at her; Nancy stares right back, searching her eyes for something, she's not quite sure what. She feels - unsettled, uneasy, almost breathless by her mum's apparently easy acceptance. She feels like she could cry again and doesn't quite know why. Her mum looks at her with blue eyes, so like her own but so much warmer than Nancy thinks hers have ever been, and she reaches up to Nancy's face again. Cups her chin gently.

'There is nothing, nothing, you could tell me that would make me close our door. To you or any of your friends. Okay?' She waits for Nancy to nod, and smiles. 'Okay. Now - what do you say we go out shopping? Get you a new outfit. Something different. And then, if you still want to throw everything out, you can do that. How does that sound?'

Nancy nods. 'Yeah. That sounds really nice.'

#3blts #st tag #tagging my stories #prompt fill #stranger things tag #nancy my beloved

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instantpansies · 9 months ago

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well. alright then.

thoughts on episode one:

holy fuck that was long. hour and 28 minutes and for no reason whatsoever

so, it's tropey. especially the characters i'm just gonna go through everyone:

dot: dorothy's daughter, alright. pretty standard Sweet Girl Protagonist, honestly just a very dorothy-ish characterization, fairly caring but determined and driven. not a lot to say. likeable tho!

neddie: dorothy's son. The Child. emotional, needs comfort and protection, empathetic to animals and 'outcast' people, caring and sweet and naïve and helpless. whatever honestly he could be much worse - i'm hoping we see more complexity moving forward is all.

frank: wizard's son. Serious Nerd/Tech Whiz. ehhh, honestly. he's focused, no-nonsense, and knowledgeable, but we do see a more casual or caring side, so i guess that lends him a bit more nuance?? i like that his name is frank (homage to baum!)

scarecrow: i think it's pretty obvious whose kid he is. if frank is the Serious Nerd, junior is the Comic Relief Nerd. a literal punching bag but it's not played too far, which i appreciate. makes jokes, isn't just the butt of them. smart, and the show makes it clear, but his intelligence isn't really utilized. if anything we could call him the Useless Nerd, even. idk, i like him okay. i hope he doesn't get flanderized into a true punching bag bc there is some potential here

tin boy: yes, he's called tin boy. i know, im disappointed too. yes girl give us nothing!!! i know nothing about him and he had the fewest lines of all the gang this episode :( very unfortunate this is definitely a strike for the show :(

jack pumpkinhead's son: i don't. i don't know his name. sorry. it's probably jack. he doesn't have much more characterization than the tin boy (chill runs down my spine every time i write that), but he gets some points bc he stood up to a couple of the approximately one thousand villains of this episode. so. the scrappy one, i guess?

boris: lion's son. The Coward/Afraid Of Everything. that's his whole entire thing. every other line is "that's scary!". it's not even the 1939 lion thing where he puts on a brave face but is still terrified (because remember? the lion was courageous all along. king of doing it scared tbh), it's just he's scared. okay.

bella: lion's daughter (they're twins). wowza. the Girl Who Can Fight. she punches, she yells, she can do anything. slay, honestly, but it's a boring tropey character. her whole thing is making fun of her brother for being scared, but not in an interesting way like she's secretly also scared and just isn't showing it. at the end this is briefly subverted and she's shown to feel similarly to her brother despite all the contradiction, but it feels kinda shallow. if they'd introduced this earlier, i'd still think it was a boring direction, but it would've worked better.

andrea: is she?? glinda's kid? or the wicked witch of the west?? or ozma???? i don't know. it was never established. she's the Mean Girl Who Just Wants To Be Included, she can do magic, it's whatever. has a good bit of potential - this trope is kind of irritating to me (idk this type of character i just don't enjoy watching. they're being irritating and unhelpful in a boring way on purpose and i just get tired of it so fast). is she supposed to be dot's rival? idk she was just kinda thrown into the middle of things. anyways, gets a Redemption Arc but is still A Little Mean, you know the drill, even down to the fingers crossed promise. like. okay.

okay that's the kids. rick (rake?) is the Down-On-His-Luck Lovable Old Man, gets 'saved' from his unfortunate circumstances by people from a utopia. very narnia cabby driver core. he does have some decent dry jokes tho, which is fun occasionally. anyways, this show is. it's nothing special. the humor is okay, i've already mentioned it, they're trying. voice acting is very hit or miss and the timing is terrible throughout, so no jokes land and banter feels flat and intense moments are reduced to 'my seventh grade youth group putting on a campfire skit' levels. also what is it with oz adaptations and sound design? the music is very repetitive and doesn't suit the tone of individual situations at times. feels really awkward.

the plot was so convoluted i can't even believe. they made a whole feature-length episode based on the premise 'andrea is mean and magics toto to new york city so now they have to save him". this did not need to be an hour and a half. there were so many sidequests and random micro setbacks and. like i said before it feels like getting blocked in an improv, which is one of my least favorite feelings. it got hard to watch after a while - i just want things to keep happening, ideally in a forward direction, but it just kept stalling and doing little spins in the middle of the road or going off to the side to look at a flower but not pick it. i can excuse filler for a while but THIS WAS A FEATURE LENGTH EPISODE ABOUT RESCUING TOTO FROM UNFAMILIAR PLACE. 90 MINUTES OF THIS IS TOO MUCH. so that was the biggest thing

some nice references to the books! the ork, like i said. andrea's circlet/headdress (which is why i thought she was ozma). the scarecrow taking falls to be a landing pad for someone else. the deadly desert.

also some just. weird shit. there were two Mean Teens (who the show and i have been calling 'the goons' who initially steal toto for money and then have a complete change of heart and just. help everyone? they're not the Two Halves Of A Whole Idiot trope, not quite, but more like a stand-in for that sort of dynamic? idk it's weird. also they just threw some crabs in here for some reason. just a bunch of crabs. your guess is as good as mine

sooo, overall, i'd rate this episode a 1:29:43 out of ten - way longer than necessary or enjoyable, forgettable characters, convoluted and unsympathetic plotline. it wasn't very good. i realize i'm biased, since this show is based around a concept i fundamentally dislike (yes i've written descendants fanfiction what's your point), but i've tried to look at it from a lens of actual analysis of presentation, not believability per se or my own headcanons. it's not very good. i'm gonna probably do this for the other episodes, but definitely in a separate thread bc this is longgggg

wahoo

against my better judgement. i'm gonna watch oz kids

ughghg

i hate kid fics/next gen aus (nothing against them per se, i just personally don't enjoy them at all)

apparently the dorothy chara is like. the daughter of dorothy and zeb???????? they are cousins!!! ?? (i could be wrong about this but that's what i've heard) and listen i am starving for zeb representation too but NOT LIKE THAT

a few minutes in and it's very awkwardly paced with too much silence and the dialogue is hard to hear and there's no subtitles. this is going to be so hard to watch

why am i doing this? bc im desperate that's why. leave me alone

also like. how many extra characters are they gonna have to introduce?? who is the mother of scarecrow's kid?? scraps???????? but i know that's not happening

#toast watches the oz kids #toast watches #wizard of oz #the oz kids #oz kids #film #toasty talks #analysis

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genshin-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Your blog is everything I wanted and more. Im a lurker for your writings ahaha if you can guess who i am 👀

How about the guys reacting to s/o's death. Can be a group writing but if its too much, just Diluc, Childe, Razor and Kaeya would be nice. I think they would have interesting reactions >:3

First of all, Anon. I LOVE YOU. I wanted to write this out but thought it might be a bit too much but then you went and requested it!! I guess I have no choice but to write this out! >:) (That’s also why I did all the characters) second. Guess who you are o: may I get a hint? I have 2 people in my mind tho o: Warnings: Death, mentions of blood, angst. Pure angst.

Sidenote: The woman in this is my OC named Toxin! Whenever I need a really big, bad villain, she’s my go-to! That’s all!

Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Venti, Diluc, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, and Childe!

Scaramouche & Zhongli Here | Part 2 Here

You Die!

You ran as fast as your feet would carry you, desperate for an escape. A scream erupted from your lips as the ground shook beneath you, causing you to stumble and fall over. You had received an emergency request to help fight… someone. The request wasn’t very detailed but someone needed help and you couldn’t turn your back on them. So, you went ahead and tried to help.

You should’ve been careful. You should’ve brought help. But you didn’t and you were paying for your stupidity. The person that you were fighting was strong. She was tall, pale, and had long black hair. Her unearthly glowing green eyes were terrifying. She was fast and all of your attacks were unable to touch her.

As you ran, only one thought crossed your mind. The smiling image of your boyfriend. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to run. How you wished you could be in his arms, feeling safe and sound.

As you ran out of the forest and down the field, the woman appeared in front of you, catching you in her arms and stabbing you with a poison dagger. You shrieked as your hands curled around her clothes. The sharp pain turned into a burning sensation and you looked up at her. Her face was inches away and she smirked, her eyes glowing bright by the second.

“Finally. But you’re not the only one I wanted to break.” What? What did she mean? Her head turned to the left and you followed her gaze and the second you saw what she was looking at, your heart shattered.

The woman pulled the dagger out and it seemed to vanish as she smirked at your boyfriend. The tears slid down your cheeks as you weakly reached out to him for help.

“(F/N)!” His heart stopped as he watched the woman disappear and you fall to the floor. He sprinted to you, picking you up in his arms as blood poured out of the wound. “H-hey! Hey, keep your eyes open! J-Just stay awake!” He held your head against his chest, trying to calm himself, but how could he? You were bleeding out in front of him.

He looked down and ran his fingers along your cheek as your skin started to turn purple. The poison had taken its effect and it was moving fast. You were leaving, you would leave him just like Lumine left him. He was gonna be alone all over again.

“A-Aether… I-I l-love you.”

“I love you too! You’ll be fine, everything’s g-gonna be ok.” Who was he kidding? You weren’t going to make it. But he couldn’t admit it. Aether still had yet to find Lumine and he’d never gotten over losing her. You, you were his light. You were his guiding start. You were his moon, his everything.

To think that he could lose you? No, no! He didn’t want it. He didn’t want a world without you. A world without you was pure torture. So why? Why was the universe so hellbent on taking things away from him? Why did it demand everything precious to him?!

Why you?

A pained cry left his lips as your hand fell to your side and that light disappeared from your eyes. “N-no. No, no, no, no! W-wake up! Please wake up! Do-don’t leave me! Don’t you leave me too! Not like this! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” He held your lifeless body against him, his head pressed against your chest. He couldn’t hear it… he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“No… NO!” He ran as fast as his feet could carry him and caught you before you hit the ground. The woman had disappeared but he didn’t care. You were… you were dying! How could he stop it? He wanted to stop the bleeding, he wanted to stop the way your color was changing, he wanted to stop time!

“K-Kaeya… h-how-”

“I was told to come here. A messenger came to me and said you called me and told me to come here.” He explained, taking your cold hand into his, pressing a kiss against it.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“No. Don’t apologize and don’t close your eyes. Please, just stay up a little longer.” He wanted to pick you up and run to the nearest doctor, but he knew… it wasn’t worth it. He wouldn’t make it. He’d never felt so worthless and weak. He swore to protect you and keep you safe and now that you needed him… he was useless.

“T-tired…” Slowly, your eyes closed and your hand fell limp in his. Kaeya’s eyes widened as the tears slid down his cheek.

“(f-f/n)? B-baby! No, wait! Don’t do this! Pl-please no!” He took your hand and pressed it against his cheek, but the second he loosened his grip, it fell. Kaeya shook his head, tears flooding down his cheek as a scream erupted from his mouth. “(F/N)!!!”

Slow. He was too slow. Why couldn’t he be fast enough?! That woman, he knew her. He knew her and he vowed to hunt her down and tear her to shreds. But right now…

Venti picked you up with trembling hands, letting his now bloodied hands touch your cheek. He couldn’t even talk, his voice quivered as he looked down into your eyes. No. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t going to leave him like this.

“H-hey, love. E-everything’s going to be just fine. You’re fine.” He tried to keep his smile up but it was so damn hard when he knew the truth. He couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even lie to himself. You were slipping away and all he could do was watch. He knew he was the weakest of all archons but why? Why couldn’t he be a little bit stronger to save you.

“I-I wa-wanna sl-sleep-”

“NO!” He frowned and pressed a kiss to your lips. “No, don’t sleep. Not yet. Just stay awake a little longer and then we can both sleep together tonight.” You weakly nodded, but you couldn’t stay awake any longer. You felt like you were moving, but your body was slowly going numb, until everything disappeared. “(f/n)? (f-f/n)? H-hey! Hey this isn’t a joke! WAKE UP! WAKE UP, PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!”

The second he saw the woman step away from you, a fiery phoenix flew towards her, but she’d disappeared before it could hit her. Diluc ran to you as he watched your body fall to the ground.

He fell to his knees and quickly picked you up, shaking you a little. There was something that snapped inside. He’d always kept his composure, but after seeing what had happened, his emotions burst out of him. He wasn’t in control of anything. He couldn’t control his thoughts, emotions… or your death.

“It’ll be fine! Everything’s fine!” He said, pressing his hand to the wound. You winced at the pain as your skin started to turn purple and blood spilled out of your mouth.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” He shook his head, taking your face in his hands.

“No. I’m sorry. I sh-should’ve gotten here faster.” He was still trying to convince himself you were going to be fine, but deep down, he knew the truth. He knew the ugly truth that was coming up.

“D-Diluc… y-you’re pretty.” His eyes clenched shut at your words as a tear slid down his cheek.

“Don’t leave. Th-there are so many things I-I want to do with you. Pl-please don’t leave me. Wh-what d-do I do?” You smiled weakly at him.

“Y-you b-be the Darknight H-hero…” He scoffed and looked down at you.

“Without you… I’m nothing.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to deny his words, but you were so tired. Slowly, the world faded away and you could no longer hear his cries. “No! NO! NO!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! STOP! COME BACK! PLEASE BRING MY (F/N) BACK!”

The wolf within had appeared but he wasn’t able to catch up before the woman disappeared. He ran to you and picked you up, seeing the blood gushing out of the wound.

“N-no! (f/n)!” Tears flooded his eyes as he watched your color turn purple. That woman, she reeked of poison so she must’ve poisoned you.

“Shhh…” You muttered, holding your hand to his cheek. “D-don’t c-cry.” He didn’t know what to do. He felt so lost and helpless, but the worst part… he knew what was coming. He shook his head vehemently and tried to pick you up, but you let out a cry of pain, making him lower you back down.

“I c-can save you!”

“I-it’s ok… it’s ok, Razor. I… I’ll be ok.” He hated those words. He hated everything you were saying so much. Razor adored you, he missed you every second he couldn't be with you and normally, he’d never hate your words. But today… right now, he hated how right you were. He shook his head as the tears slid down his cheeks as he felt you slip away.

“Do-don’t do this t-to me. Not you too… they left me. Why do you want to leave me too?” You weakly tugged him down and made him kiss you, but half way through the kiss, he felt your head fall back and he knew. You were gone.

He knew that woman that had done this to you. He knew her and he was going to make sure she paid. But right now… right now you were more important. Xiao took you in his arms as tears started to fill his eyes. He’d never felt like this before and he hated feeling like this.

You made him feel so powerful, so invincible, so untouchable. But right now, he felt so vulnerable and broken. If he had been faster, if he had just gotten here faster he could’ve saved you. He could’ve been hugging you, seeing your skin bright with life, seeing your glimmering eyes, seeing that dazzling smile. But no, he was a failure.

A sob escaped his lips as he watched you starting to slip away. He pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“D-don’t do this. Pl-please don’t leave me. Y-you pro-promised you w-wouldn’t do this to me!” He looked down at you but you still had that angelic smile on your face. Why? Why would you do this?! You touched his cheek and spoke; your voice was a quiet whisper, but he heard it.

“I-I love y-you, Xiao…” He shook his head and glared at the sky before shutting his eyes. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to see this happening to you.

“I love you too. S-so much.” He felt your body go limp and another sob escaped his lips. “Y-you pr-promised you’d c-come back to me.” He raised your face closer to him and pressed a kiss against your lips. “P-please come back to me. I-I can’t live without you… I do-don’t want to.”

He sprinted down the hill towards where you lay, gathering you in his arms when he was at the bottom. He didn’t know what to do, there was so much blood, so much poison, and no hope. He fell beside you and pressed his hands onto the wound as blood gushed out.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, it’s ok, it’s ok, everything’s just fine!” You winced in pain in your torso, but it didn’t last very long. It only took a minute before you lost feeling in your legs and arms.

“Xingqiu… i-it hurts.”

“I know, I know and I’m so sorry! If I was faster, I could’ve helped you. It’ll be ok, I promise, my love. I won’t stop until you’re taken care of.” Why didn’t he believe his own words? Maybe it was the fading light in your eyes, maybe it was the color draining from your face, maybe it was the sheer amount of blood that poured from the wound… but Xingqiu didn’t have a single ounce of hope. Why? Why was the world doing this to him? Why was it punishing you like this? Did he do something? Did he commit a sin that was so unforgivable that the universe or the gods would punish someone as sweet and amazing as you?

He wanted to cry, but he bit his lip to hold the tears back. His eyes were glossy and his vision was blurry, but he refused to cry. He wasn’t going to show you the fleeting hope in him. He wasn’t going to show you that he was a liar.

“Xingqiu… w-will y-you g-give me one l-last kiss?” His head snapped to you and he shook his head.

“It won’t be our last kiss! We’ll have more chances. We’ll have so many more chances.” He did kiss you however. It was short and sweet, as he returned to applying pressure onto the wound. His eyes flickered to you for a second before his entire body tensed. You were staring at the sky… with dull, lifeless eyes. “(f-f/n)? H-hey… hey wake up.” He gently shook your shoulders. “Hey, stop. Th-this isn’t funny! I know you like playing tricks on me but this isn’t funny! St-stop!!” Finally, he broke. He laid his head on your chest as his tears started to flow.

“NO!” Oh, he knew that woman well. He’d worked with her once. She was, indeed, powerful. She was a killing machine and there was a time where he was impressed by her. But right now he felt nothing but pure hatred for her. But that had to wait, because you… you were dying.

Childe pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest and kissing your head. He was trembling and his emotions were a mess. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he looked down at you. The wound oozed with red and purple, so he knew you’d been poisoned.

“H-hey, darling. You ok? Everything’s just gonna be ok, you hear me?” You gave him a weak nod as you looked down at the wound. However, he took your face and made you look up at him. “No, no. Just look at me. Nothing but me.”

“I-I won’t… I’m tired.”

“HEY! Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes on me! Everything’s going to be fine! Everything… everything is fine. Do you hear me? Don’t you dare even think about leaving me. Don’t you… don’t do it. Please, god I’m begging you (f/n)! Don’t leave me all alone in this world!”

“I-I ca-can’t stay…”

“Yes, y-yes you can! You can’t leave me, please d-don’t.. I-I don’t know what to do! What am I supposed to do?! Just go on, pretending everything’s ok?! JUST PRETEND LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE DIDN’T LEAVE ME?!”

“Shh… d-don’t get so angry.”

“I-” He sighed, taking in a shaky breath, “I love you so much i-it’s hard to breathe without you. Do-don’t take away m-my reason for li-living.” You didn’t answer. You only weakly smiled before your eyes closed and your head fell back. Childe’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “N-no. No- HEY! No, no, no! Please no!” He held you against his chest as he let out a scream. What else could he do besides cry.

Your boyfriend stood up, holding you tightly in his arms. There was only one thought in his mind as he glared in the direction the woman had gone.

There was nothing left for him. So he wouldn’t stop; he would relentlessly hunt that woman down and tear her apart completely. That way, she could feel an ounce of his pain.

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angstysebfan · 3 years ago

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The Past Can Break You - 7

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning:

Dot lays on her bed, hands under her head, staring at the ceiling, wondering. It’s been a week since you ran away from Bucky. Bucky has been locked away in his room ever sense, and hasn’t come to see her yet. I mean I get he had feelings for you, but enough is enough. Bucky has to know that you were not the one he was meant to be with. The fact that she managed to find him nearly a century later is fate. Surely Bucky knows that.

Suddenly there is a knock on her door, bringing Dot out of her thoughts. She opens and sees Bucky standing there, looking tired.

“Oh Jamie, what is wrong?” Dot asks innocently enough.

Bucky looks at her with sad eyes, “Y/N left me. She didn’t tell me why, but she left me. I-I feel so foolish. I thought she loved me,” he said as tears came to his eyes.

Dot pulls him into a tight hug. And of course because he cannot see her face, she smirks in victory. After some time Bucky pulls back. Dot grabs his flesh hand and pulls him into her room and toward her bed.

“I’m so sorry this happened Jamie. When did she leave?” Dot asked.

“Last week,” Bucky said looking away. “I have been trying to find her, but she has made it nearly impossible. Should have known not to trust one of the best spies in the world.” Bucky says.

Dot furrows her brows, “She is a spy? I thought you were all were Avengers.”

Bucky looked at her, “The Avengers are made up of all different people with different skills and powers to fight the evil in this world. Y/N was kidnapped as a child and turned into a spy. Natasha helped her escape and now she is... or was... an Avenger. She always felt we were her family, so I must have done something if she was willing to leave. I just wish I knew what,” Bucky said.

“Jamie, I know you love her, but obviously she didn’t love you as much as you thought. You need to stop thinking about what you could have possibly done wrong and move on. Now I want to hear more about the different skills and powers you were talking about with the Avengers. I mean I have lived here for several months and know nothing about this,” Dot says.

Bucky looks at her with a mix of shock and annoyance, but shakes his head, “Uh, well you know Steve has the super soldier serum, Tony is a genius and has made suits that can do anything, Natasha is also a spy from the Red Room, Clint is a spy and the best shot I’ve ever seen, Sam can fly and was in the military, Wanda has powers and can read minds, Vision is a robot from the same source that Wanda got her powers from, and Thor is a god from another planet,” Bucky said quickly.

Dot paled a little, especially hearing Wanda can read minds. She looked at Bucky, “And... and you?” she asks quietly.

It took a lot to not smirk at the scared expression on her face, but Bucky leaned in, “Me? Well, I was taken by Hydra, given a similar serum like Steve, and was brainwashed to become the greatest assassin in the world. they would freeze me until they needed me and I would kill anyone they wanted, and any witnesses. Unfortunately that included Tony’s parents, but he and I have made up so to speak,” Bucky says.

He watches Dot pale more as she suddenly looks frighten of the man on her bed, “How... how could you not tell me that before? We spent so much time together and you.. you never mentioned any of this,” Dot said.

Bucky looked at her and tried to seem sincere, “Does it matter? I mean as you said maybe this is fate, the two of us being here, in this time, together. I mean I do miss Y/N, but maybe this is a sign that I need to stop fighting the feelings I have... for you,” Bucky said.

“Jamie... I-,” Dot hesitates.

“Surely you still love me like you said you do, now knowing my past,” Bucky says.

Dot swallowed and put on a brave face, “Y-Yes Jamie. I-I still love you,” She says.

You wait in the conference room, knee shaking under the table as Steve and Nat sit in front of you.

“Y/N, you have to calm down,” Nat says.

“I’m trying but this is taking too long. What if it doesn’t work. What if--”

You are cut off by the door opening and Bucky walking in. You both stop and stare at each other. Your heart beats quickly in your chest as your stare into his blue eyes. He stares right back into your Y/E/C eyes.

“So? Did it work?” Nat asked, snapping you both out of your staring contest. Bucky looked at Nat, and then back at you before he smirked.

“She is terrified, but is going to pretend she can handle being with me. This should be easy,” he says.

You smile and look at Nat you nods, “Good, step 1 complete. The bitch knows who she is dealing with. Now Barnes, I need you to seduce her. Make her think that you are interested. We need this to go on for a bit before she snaps, which she will. Or I’ll snap her like a twig,” Natasha says.

Nat continues to talk about the beat down she wants to give Dot, while you and Bucky go back to staring at each other. Bucky walks around the table to stand in front of you, “She thinks you are still gone,” he says softly.

You nod, “Good. She needs to think she won.”

“Can we talk, alone? Tonight? Maybe on the roof?” Bucky asks.

You take a deep breath and look down at your hands, “I... sure, Buck. Once Dot has gone to sleep. You belong to her now,” you say.

Bucky steps closer, “I know you know the truth, but please know that everything that I am doing now is to make her pay for hurting you. If I belong to anyone, it’s you, baby,” he says before kissing your forehead and leaving the room.

You take a shuddering breath as tears come to your eyes. You know Bucky is innocent, but all you can hear are the words his voice said to her. Bucky still doesn’t know what happened, but you know he will ask you relentlessly until you tell him.

You have to keep your eye on the prize. Dot needed to pay for what she has done. But when it’s over, will you be able to get over everything and still be with Bucky? Will this plan drive you further apart?

Chapter 6 / Chapter 8

So what do you think the overall plan is? Will the reader be able to ignore the fact that Bucky needs to seduce Dot, while she is still in pain about everything? Feedback is appreciated.

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astralwaifu · 3 years ago

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hi hiiii!! i hope ur having a good day!!! i feel like i request a lot of platonic stuff and it feels weird bc everyone focuses on ships but i recently realized im aroace so i hope all the platonic requests are understandable!! but i have another request for you if you don't mind!! could you do platonic shiggy comforting teen fem reader who has been really sad these days? she is usually happy and cheerful nut nowadays she is so tired,cries all the time and just sad :( also they are close and he is worried about her:( have a good day/night and take care!!!! 💘💘💘💘

hi!!! firstly i wanted to say that i’m more than proud of you, i know it takes a lot of courage and patience to come to terms with yourself, and it can be difficult at times! 💞 you have all our encouragement and acceptance and just know that if you have a bad day or feel down you can always text me - you don’t have to be alone through your journey. Anyway this is your Shiggy comfort, i hope it will make you smile! (´っω=`) !!

Shiggy comforting teen reader

genre: comfort with a little dash of angst

pairing: Shigaraki x f! teen reader that’s depressed

warning: none

wc: 782

Requests are still open!

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Shigaraki saw that you were at your lowest fairly soon. He is usually an observant person and never misses any detail about the people he cares about. What he lacks is the capacity to act according to that.

That’s why, when he saw your puffy cheeks and red eyes, he didn’t know what to say. Anything could go wrong: just the wrong choice of words and you could end up even worse. He didn’t want that, no.

So Shigaraki waited. The man wanted to see if this is just a passing event or it’s something that really bothers and upsets you.

It has been a week since than and you were obviously not better.

Shigaraki mentally cursed himself for not talking to you sooner. His heart and soul were breaking at the sight of your slumped frame and drooping shoulders walking aimlessly around the base. The empty stare in your eyes frightened him to the core, even though recently you didn’t even look him (or others) in the eyes). You were just glaring down at their hands. And it didn’t help that Shigaraki was full of them.

He should talk to you, no! He WILL talk to you. ‘What is this sudden urge of confidence? You can’t even tell what you yourself feel 90% of the time’ he thought to himself. Enough making plans, he should just go and start talking.

‘Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea’ he frenetically thought when he approached you. Isolated from the others in your room, you just finished crying. Again. ‘Hell, where does she get all those tears from….’

“Ahem… y/n… can I come in?” he knocked on your door even if it was open and you could see bits of the inside of the room.

You quickly rubbed your palms on your eyes and face, trying to wipe the tears away, but he already entered and saw you. Shigaraki wasn’t wearing Father today and frankly, it made you feel somewhat better, those hands always creeped you. Part of the reason you only looked at them for the past week -it was also easier to focus on them instead of your own emotions.

“You are not ok.” he said bluntly. Damn that didn’t sound right. “No, no, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to come that harshly”. He was exasperated at this own incapacity to form coherent comforting words. “…do you want to talk about what you are feeling right now? It’s ok if you don’t, I just want you to know that your feelings are valid” he slowly said, accentuating every words, as if he memorised them.

And he did. He also found them on google, after searching how to comfort people. The site also said to smile understandingly at the said person, so he tried the best, but ended up with a strange grin.

You were borderline terrified, which he saw. Stopping to smile, he apologised again.

“It’s ok, really, Shiggy…I just…haven’t been well recently. A lot of things have gathered inside my soul and it’s just tiring to keep it all together. I’m…i’m tired.” you finally looked up to him, all doe eyed. “I’m not ready to talk about it now, but when I do, i’ll come to you”

He then did something that surprised the both of you: he hugged you. He wrapped his long arms around your torso, mindful of keeping two fingers up.

“It’s ok, i’m here” After a few seconds, he added “Hey brat….y/n! Let’s go out.” “Out?” “Out.” “But it’s dangerous and we are villains and-“ “And what? Do you think some ops can stop me” You giggled “Never”

And that’s how Shigaraki Tomura, Japan’s most dangerous criminal, was walking down the streets of Kamino Ward, risking to be seen by the pro-heroes on duty, just to see one of your precious smiles.

The night felt easier as the two of you wandered around the lanetern lit alleys, Shigaraki occasionally cracking a joke, talking about the future, about your wishes and plans, everything that his mind came up to. And you did look more content, happier would be too much to say, he knew that the source of the problem was still there. But as long as you were by his side, he wouldn’t stop looking for your smiles.

And how could you not smile when you saw him try so hard? Who knew he cared so much about you? Well, let’s just say that even in his lack of comforting capacities, he did care for you and your well being, even more than you could ever imagine.

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