#its. nope you have to join them and do what they say. why? fuck you.

[arlathen]

i keep trying to want to play starfield but the main plot has so profoundly failed to convince me to buy into it. and im not a guy who needs a lot of convincing.

[dollyhao]

loser!ellie x bully!reader

summary: ellie upsets reader and takes her punishment like a champ.

cw: cowgirl, bondage

"els take me to the mall tomorrow?" you say not even looking up from your phone, scrolling through insta. its suppose to sound like a question because ellies trying to teach you that you cant be demanding with everything you say. you ignored her when she first said that to you but you took it into consideration, not doing it so often anymore.

ellie is sitting at the bottom of her bed reading a comic book and rubbing your feet thats in her lap. "uh um, actually i cant. i have.. a test, yup a test to study for." you glance up at her with a quirked brow, her face is red and flushed but she always looks that around you so you shrug. "fine" you say rolling your eyes snatching your foot out her hand.

your not upset frfr, you know how important grades are to ellie, which is why shes always so insistent on trying to help you study.

"im staying here tonight." you say taking your pants off leaving you in a shirt and underwear, crawling under her blanket. ellie hums in approval, and joins you spooning you as you both slept.

the next day, you decided to go to the mall with a friend since ellie was busy. yall stopped at a wing place close to campus and see ellie sitting inside with those other losers, dina and jesse. ellie has never blatantly lied to you like this.

you walk over to her fuming. yea, you know the last time she tried to miss plans with you to hang out with friends you said you would block her, but you threaten to block her all the time and never do.

her back is to you when you hit her with your purse, "wtf-" ellie says turning around looking angry and confuse. her face drops when she sees you obviously upset, she looks super guilty. "your such a bitch ellie. dont fucking talking to me." you turn and leave hearing ellie stumbling and asking you to wait behind you.

you get in your friends car arms crossed frowning, "take me home." "no food?" "i lost my appetite." your friend puts the car in reverse just as ellie comes out the restaurant and yall drive off.

your in your dorm when you hear rapid knocks at your door. you get up to open the door already knowing its ellie. "what" "please let me explain" she says hands clasped together with a pleading look on her face. "i dont wanna hear it williams." you say walking away from the open door.

ellie comes in closing the door behind you, getting on her knees in front of you. "please please forgive me. im so so sorry for lying. w-what can i do so you'll forgive me? ill do anything."

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"this isn't fair!" ellie says tears in her eyes. "you said you'd do anything." you say out of breath. your bouncing on her dick with her laying back on your bed hands tied above her head with a pair of your stockings. you refuse to let her touch you or fuck you, basically using her as your own little toy.

"please let me fuck you, i-i can make you feel so so good!" "nope." you say putting two fingers in her mouth so she would be quiet.

you throw your head back leaning over ellie tits all in her face as you keep riding. "fuck ellie." you say taking your spit covered fingers out ellie's mouth rubbing your clit with them.

ellie lets you use her because she feels so so bad for lying to you, she lays still even though it feels like torture. you moan out biting you bottom lip looking down at ellie who looks high, drool dripping out the corner of her mouth.

" ’m close els…" "please cum for me baby." ellie says before catching one of your enticing nipples in her mouth. you fully impale yourself on her dick creaming all over her. you smile down at her rising off her walking over to the bathroom leaving her tied up.

"please tell me you forgive me?"

[munsonsprincess11111]

Panic attacks.

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Eddie's having a bad day in school. He's doing everything not to have a panic attack. He doesn't even know what's wrong with him. He's sat at lunch leg bouncing. Hands sweaty. He needs help but the man will never admit it.

Eddie's sat at lunch n he's a hot mess. Shaking. Heavy breathing. He feels like the rooms spinning. Like everything ten times louder. Feels like he could throw up. He needs help. He doesn't even know what's wrong. Will he ask for help? Nope.

"Dude are you sure your OK?" Gareth askes concerned.

Eddie just mumbles and keeps his face in his hands.

You come walking over. Smiling ans joyful.

"OH no the devil in disguise." Jeff jokes as you approach the table.

"Hilarious honestly you should ditch hellfire and join the comedy club your that funny." You joke back. You look down at Eddie and your face goes from happy to concerned. "You OK hunny?" You ask noticing his state.

He nods but other then that ignoring your even stood there. Normally Eddie's hands would be all over you by now talking non stop. You know somethings wrong.

"You sure?" You ask raking your fingers through his mess of curls. As your nails make contact with his head he flinches. You pick up Eddie's tun lunch box and hold your other hand out. "Common." You say to Eddie.

He finally looks up at you confused. "Let's go Common." You walk off. Eddie looks at the rest of hellfire and then gets up and walks off with you. Once you exit the cafeteria his head drops to your shoulder as you walk along taking his hand in your free one.

You both say nothing. Just walk down the halls in silence. Enjoying eachothers presence. However Eddie is still on the verge of his break down. "Where did you park?" You ask quietly "normal spot." HE mumbles back. You nod and walk to where Eddie parks.

He unlocks the side door opening it for you then climbing in after him. You pull the sofa in the back and turn it into the bed. You kay down opening your arms for Eddie. Eddie comes over and lays down next to you. Putting his head on your chest arms around your waist and hooking one leg over your legs.

You wrap your arms around him holding him close to you. Eddie closes his eyes and his breathing starts to slow down. His leg still bouncing slightly. But he's finally calming down.

"What's going on hun?" You ask quietly. You sit still holding the boy. He let's out a shakey breath. He hides his face in the crook of your neck finally speaking.

"Everything is becoming stressful again. I wanna skip lessons but I don't wanna fail. I'm not sleeping until late cause I'm uncomfortable in my own skin. And when I wake up I wake up late so I forget my meds which really isn't helping. By the time I remember I'm in first period. I go home take them and bam another night not sleeping. But if I Dont take em all together then I feel worse. I just need a break. And I feel like I've barely seen you and I really just need you and only you right now. The only time I see you out of school is with someone else present where its a group hang out. And I feel really fucking selfish but I just need something."

He broke. His eyes welled with tears. His breathing uneven. And a shaking mess. You run your hand comfortingly through his hair.

"Babe. You should've told me. We can hang out anytime just us you say the word I'm all yours OK? Don't feel selfish for needing something. How about I come stay at the trailer tonight? We van watch some movies and start fixing your sleep schedule for starters. I'll stroke your head until your asleep. N ill make sure we wake up on time and you take your meds." You whisper stroking his back.

He let's out a relaxed breath. "I don't deserve you. Your fucking perfect thank you love you so much. N yeh I sleep way better when your at mine no Idea why guess its just comfort." HE removes his head from your neck looming at you

"I love you to n ill always be here for you. I'll stay tonight so u get up for school n ill stay the weekend even Sunday night? That OK?" You ask. Eddie nods putting his head on your chest. 10 minutes later you both walk back into school hand in hand. You take Eddie to class and he promises to meet you at your class after school and you part ways.

-next morning-

6:53am. The clock read when Eddie woke up. He looked at laying on your side. Arm still drapped over Eddie. He squeezes you tighter kissing your head. "Babe, gotta wake up sleepy." HE says laying sweet kisses on your face.

You stir awake amiling at Eddie. He kisses your lips and you scrunch your face. You knew full when you had morning breath but Eddie didn't care. "Howd you sleep?" You ask running your hand up his side.

"SO fucking good. Best night sleep in about a month I won't even lie to you." HE says kissing your neck.

"You fell asleep so early 9 o'clock u went." You smiled at Eddie.

"Mmm was the head and back scratches." HE lays next to you hugging you.

You smile at him happy you could help him. Laying your head on his chest. You stayed in that position for another 5 minutes before getting up and dressed for school.

Your making toast for you and Eddie as he walks out slipping his top on giving you a brief glimpse of his happy trail which your eyes went to immediately.

"After school." HE winks kissing you.

"Meds hot shot." You says as the toast pops and you butter it. He opens the cabinet getting out his anxiety and adhd meds popping one of each in his hands.

"DO I need the adhd one I'm so fun without it." Eddie askes smirking popping both pills in his mouth drinking some milk from the cartoon.

"Mmm your fun on it to even better actually." You say passing him his toast.

"Mmm ok" he eats his toast and then you both brush your teeth. He stands behind you keeping one hand on your waist as you brush your teeth. And then off to school and you arrive with 10 minutes to spare.

You both approach the hellfire members and they look shocked to see Eddie. "Morning ladies." Eddie greets himself to the boys. Lighting a cigarette in the process pulling you close to his side inhaling and exhaling the smoke. "Cold isn't it."

"Dude your early to school jeez." Gareth says hugging his girlfriend trying to keep warm.

Eddie looks at you and smiles. "Thanks to y/n made me sleep n get up never knew actually needed to do that." HE said finishing his smoke tossing it on the ground.

Everyone parts ways ad the bell goes but you and Eddie. He walks you to the you both had kissing you. "Do we have to go in." HE smiles into your lips.

"Yep common." You kiss him one more time. "I love you."

"I love you too." ONE last kiss and a sutle ass swat and Eddie and you walk into class and arrives on time to the teachers and everyone else's response.

Yeah his anxiety gets the best of him sometimes. But he knows he will be OK as long as he's got you.

You and Eddie sit in the back wanting to be out rhe way. And Gareth walks in sitting in the middle row. "OH my god he came in on time shock to everyone thought the freak couldn't tell the time the amount of school he's missed." Jason comments seeing Eddie his friends laughing. Eddie gets a devilish grin on face.

"OH my god Jason carver came in 30 seconds thought he'd be able to count the amount of school he's attending or can't you cause your heads to full of me. If that's the case I'm honoured Jason but I have a girlfriend maybe one of your boy toys there will get u there in 23 seconds." Eddie smirks putting his arm around your shoulder. You can't help the smirk that creeps on your face.

Jason looks stunned at Eddie that he actually just said that infront of the class. Gareth still staring at the front then chimes in for Jason.

"He's backkkkkkkkkkkk."

[scurvgirl]

Learning about my Rook through banter. Just a little self-indulgent writing.

-

Bellara: So...you're Dalish, right?

Rook: Yep.

Bellara: But...you don't have Vallaslin.

Rook: I don't.

Bellara: Did you leave before you could get it?

Rook: No. My father isn't Dalish, and I was born in a city - I joined my mother's clan later. Didn't feel like the Vallaslin would suit me at the time.

Bellara: Oh.

-

Lucanis: Rook, what foods would you like prepared?

Rook: Anything really. Dalish, Free Marches, Tevinter, any kind of sea food.

Lucanis: Good to know.

-

Rook: You know, Taash, you don't have to choose to be Qunari or Rivaini.

Taash: What, you think I don't know that?

Rook: Hold your dragons. I'm saying - I'm Dalish and from a city. I respect the Vhenadahl and the halla. I sang prayers to Andraste and to the creators...before, you know, we knew shit.

Taash: Okay.

Rook: It's all important, and...you're all of it, put together into a unique experience of yourself.

Taash: I'll think about it.

-

Neve: Alright, your accent is not Tevinter, Antivan, Fereldan, or Orlesian. You're a Marcher.

Rook: She's found me out!

Neve: Now to figure out where.

Rook: Do you want me to tell you or is it more fun for you to put the clues together?

Neve: Don't tell me.

-

Rook: Fucking Venatori!

Harding: You really hate them.

Rook: Assholes kill people and use my gods as a fucking excuse.

Harding: You made that one explode.

Rook: Yeah, well, sometimes we deal with personal shit by exploding an evil shithead.

-

Neve: I've got it.

Rook: Oh do tell!

Neve: Kirkwall - Varric recruited you, told you to keep where you're from a secret.

Rook: Good thought but nope. Not from Kirkwall, and thank goodness for that.

Neve: Dammit.

-

Lucanis: You're quite good with that blade Rook. Who taught you?

Rook: My mother. She's a very skilled swordswoman. All of her kids are mages but she insisted we all learn how to defend ourselves with weaponry against Templars.

Lucanis: Smart woman. You have siblings?

Rook: Yeah, two older brothers.

Lucanis: Why am I not surprised you're the baby?

Rook: Because I am baby.

-

Bellara: I don't understand. Why not get the Vallaslin?

Rook: My clan was informed of its true meaning. My keeper started offering everyone a choice.

Bellara: True meaning?

Rook: Slave markings, apparently. Makes sense now with what we know of the gods.

Bellara: That's horrible!

Rook: My brother decided to get his despite that. He said "Whatever they were, they are now how we find each other. How we take pride in who we are." I didn't feel ready. I don't know if I will ever feel ready.

Bellara: That...makes a lot of sense, actually. Thank you.

-

Davrin: You saw the Inquisitor, right?

Rook: Yeah. For someone who has been fighting for so long, she looked great.

Davrin: She's like you - Dalish but no Vallaslin.

Rook: There's a few of us out there.

Davrin: I wonder how she got rid of it.

Rook: Ah. Don't like Ghilan'nain's design upon you?

Davrin: Most days it doesn't bother me, but some days...it makes my skin crawl.

Rook: I'll try to ask her next time I see her.

-

Neve: Alright. You don't have Vallaslin because your clan found out information about them from ancient times. You showed an odd familiarity with the inquisitor. You said you are both Dalish and from a city. You hate the Venatori. You're from Wycome.

Rook: Huzzah! You discovered it!

Neve: You were there when the Venatori tried to take over.

Rook: They poisoned our wells. Blamed the elves in the alienage. They killed so many.

Neve: That means your mother was from clan Lavellan - the same clan the Inquisitor was from.

Rook: That would be my clan.

Neve: No wonder Varric gave you a code name and made it so hard to find anything out about you.

Rook: I was twelve when Miriel, I mean, the Inquisitor, left the clan. We were so proud of her, and so worried for her. When she came back...without her Vallaslin...there was a lot of heartbreak that day.

-

Solas: You knew the Inquisitor.

Rook: I did. And you broke her heart.

Solas: I didn't have a choice.

Rook: From what she's said - you did. You just chose wrong.

[skaruresonic]

Being a Cream fan is suffering. The writers aren't hiding that they don't like her. Hello Advanced 2 anyone???

I can imagine.

She's milked for both humor and angst. In most cases, the fact that it's Cream specifically who is suffering/the butt of the joke is the intended takeaway behind the humor or angst.

People try to rationalize such moments as "she's just a child," forgetting that Cream is also her own person and has a personality beyond the expected behavior of children her age. Shunting her into the box of Child(tm) and leaving it at that is like reducing Amy to Girl(tm). Or Shadow to his Black Arms blood. You're not wrong to say those elements factor in, per se, but you are being overreductive by focusing only on those isolated elements of their characters when they're not overall terribly important.

Apologies for the self-indulgence here, but before we proceed to talk about IDW 66 and 67's B-side story, I'd like to bring up Cream's chapter in my visual novel as a counterexample:

In a nutshell: OaS is a slice-of-life where Sonic goes about a normal Sunday, visiting his friends and helping them through their problems, alongside some funny shenanigans. He spends about half the game spending time with Knuckles, Amy, and Cream, respectively.

Chapter three sees his relationship with Cream evolve from friends to Big Bro-Lil Sis(tm) as he endeavors to look out for her the best he can and listen to her little kid problems. Math is hard. :<

You'll notice in the conversation Sonic and Cream have after they sit down to eat their carnival food - about halfway through the video - that "lol Cream's just a dumb kid" is the exact attitude I was trying to avoid.

On the contrary: I wanted to respect her agency while also emphasizing that her status as a child is something worth respect on its own. Just because her problems may seem trivial from an adult perspective don't mean they aren't real to her, and I hope I've portrayed it so that Sonic gives her the respect she deserves.

The gist behind the chapter's more humorous moments isn't to point and laugh at Cream, but rather make light of the awkwardness of Sonic navigating being a big brother figure.

That's why stuff like Cream spouting waterfalls really rubs me the wrong way. Folks will argue "she's a child" while neglecting the important nuance that it's not typical of Cream to wail like a toddler in the games... As well as the other important nuance that if it had been Games!Cream in IDW!Cream's place, Rough and Tumble would be ground into paste before the roast finished.

The only punchline here is "Isn't it funny how Cream tried so hard to do right by her mother and some bully destroyed her work in an instant? LOL and then Vanilla went mama bear on them." When you drill down to the core of the underlying idea, you'll find it's just... meanspirited. The book is making fun of the fact that Cream is suffering what is, in her eyes, a humiliating failure.

It's not humor generated by Cream's personality, or the mood whiplash incurred by beating up bad guys one moment and tending to the roast the next, or inviting the bad guys to dinner after giving them a thorough ass-whooping, or anything like that.

How much better would it have been if, instead, following the food fight, we cut to Vanilla returning home to find an immaculate dinner table and two very twitchy skunk boys playing maid in fear of the goddess of destruction's wrath? Cream cheerily greets her mother while Rough and Tumble trip over themselves putting Vanilla's groceries away. Meanwhile Cheese and Chocola give them the evil eye. Vanilla is confused as G-merl pulls out her chair for her, but in no position to protest.

Imagine how amusing that could have been! Nope. The book has to point and laugh at Cream in a "ha ha bitch you thought" kind of way. Can't join in on the laugh track if we have any love for Cream ourselves.

To borrow the stans' logic, it's actually pretty fucked-up that you're meant to laugh at a child for crying in such a situation. At best, you're made to feel sorry for her, but given how the scene is framed to be absurd, it's probably a safer bet to say you're intended to laugh.

That's before we remember Cream doesn't sob buckets in the games. It took being kidnapped, taken to Eggman's creepy robot depot and watching Emerl gleefully tear Phi robots apart for her to sniffle quietly.

Sniffle. Not wail like a toddler. Because the games have this thing called "a sense of decorum," you see. xP

People contend that Cream's a pacifist based on her refusal to engage in Battle until Emerl gets hurt (and then they conveniently ignore how she stepped up and kicked some ass; rip), which overlooks the context that she was probably sick of fighting after having been forced to spar against Emerl and Amy to the point of exhaustion.

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P.S. IDW!Vanilla wishes she was half as scary as OaS!Vanilla. Yeah, I said it xP

[alexihollis]

Park at Night (Pt. 2)

Part 1

Ajax sat in jail for three months. Three months turned out to be more than enough time for Rembrandt to let go of the anger that had coursed through her when she watched the cops drag Ajax away. She just wanted Ajax back.

Rembrandt visited her a few times. It took a while to work up the courage for that first visit. Then she felt like an asshole it took her so long when Ajax kept stumbling over her words uncharacteristically and accidentally admitted she was worried Rembrandt was dead.

"The other women keep saying a Warrior is dead. I thought- But it's Cleon, huh? Is Swan doing okay?" Ajax asked, soft in the way she only ever was - in hushed tones with Rembrandt as the only listening ear.

Swan was not doing well, actually. But for a very different reason.

"Cleon survived. The cops got Fox," Rembrandt said. Flat. Monotone.

Ajax's face shuttered. "No."

"Threw her off the platform at Union Square." Rembrandt barely felt the words leave her mouth. Ajax's eyes flashed dangerously.

They moved on from the topic.

By the time Ajax got home, Swan was almost back to normal. Talking a bit more, eating, sleeping - all thanks to Mercy who seemed to be some magical Swan whisperer, able to get through to Swan even when Cleon couldn't. Cowgirl's bite mark was no longer visible, no matter what she claimed. The cuts and bruises they all earned that night scarred and faded. It was almost like that night never happened.

No one touched the door at the end of the hall in Cleon and Swan's apartment (Cleon, Swan, and Mercy's now, Rembrandt supposed, but it felt weird to still say three names). Rembrandt liked to pretend it didn't exist. Like there had never been a third bedroom.

Ajax's first night home was the best sleep Rembrandt got in months, curling tightly into her girlfriend and pretending to not notice the lost weight and muscle mass or the new pallor to her skin. It didn't matter. She would gain back the weight, the muscle, and the long days on the boardwalk would bring her color back to its full glory. Then it would be like it never happened.

They could forget that night ever happened.

They could.

Then a week after Ajax got home shit hit the fan. Because Cowgirl still wasn't over getting bitten.

"I don't care what Masai says," she said over a bite of lo mein, straight out the carton, the Warriors draped throughout Cleon and Swan's living room as they gave the latest update. Rembrandt was barely paying attention, sitting at the kitchen counter doodling in her sketchbook. "I don't trust the Bizzies and I'm not going to join them on any bonding shit the Riffs want to try. No."

"Why don't we trust the Bizzies?" Ajax asked.

"Because one of them bit me!" Cowgirl yelled through a now full mouth.

"Oh, for the love of," Swan muttered under her breath, rubbing at her eyes exhaustedly.

"Girl, they tried to kill us, can we get over the biting thing?" Cochise asked.

"No!" was Cowgirl's adamant response.

"What do you mean the Bizzies tried to kill you." Ajax's voice was flat. Dark. Rembrandt looked up from her sketchbook and saw Ajax staring straight at her from across the room.

Cleon and Swan clocked the dark look immediately.

"Let's get back on-" Cleon tried.

But Cochise was already talking, "After the park, we got separated. Swan and Mercy went one way, Cowgirl, Fo- The rest of us went another. We beat them to Union Square, the Bizzies picked us up, we went back to their loft with them - yes, Swan, I know it was stupid, shut up - and then they tried to attack us. With knives, so it could have been worse. Rembrandt got us out, though, through the fire escape."

"Huh." Was all Ajax had to say.

It said a lot. Cochise clocked in.

"What, Rembrandt didn't mention having to save our asses?" Cowgirl asked even as Cochise tried to kick her from across the coffee table. "What the- Cochise, fucking stop that!"

"Nope." Ajax popped the p as she continued to stare at Rembrandt. "That part got left out."

Fuck.

"It isn't that big of a deal," Rembrandt said as she followed Ajax down the street. It had been almost two hours since the tense realization. Cleon had moved them through the rest of the meeting, they finished dinner, even hung out for a little while, even as everyone could feel the tension between Ajax and Rembrandt. When it was time to leave, Ajax didn't follow Cowgirl and Cochise across the street to the apartment they all shared. No, she took a sharp left instead and Rembrandt followed after her.

"Sure," Ajax said. Tense and angry in a way that made Rembrandt antsy.

"Seriously," Rembrandt tried again as they reached the quiet boardwalk. "Cowgirl's dramatic."

"Yep." Ajax kept walking.

Rembrandt stopped.

"This is ridiculous!" She shouted at Ajax's back. "It was months ago!"

"Not for me!" Ajax wheeled around to glare at Rembrandt. "I just found out! Because my own girlfriend didn't think to tell me!"

"It wasn't important!"

"You almost getting killed isn't important?!"

"I'm fine!"

"You could have died!" Ajax screamed. "Because of a stupid fucking decision!" Then, quieter, almost to herself, "What kind of braindead decision even was that?"

And that hurt. That hurt a lot. Despite herself, Rembrandt felt her eyes stinging.

Because a lot of people thought she was dumb. Ditzy.

"That's high math for Rembrandt."

"That's a lot for Rembrandt to remember."

No one ever meant anything by it, they didn't mean to hurt her feelings, so she always shrugged it off, but Ajax-

Ajax never said shit like that. She got mad at people who said those things, even got mad at Rembrandt herself for it once or twice.

So, yeah. It hurt.

"I'm not stupid," Rembrandt said, angry at herself for the choked way she spoke, fists curled at her sides. "I was the only one who tried to get them to stay at the station! I did my best and I did a fucking good job!"

Rembrandt almost missed the way Ajax's eyes widened, but she caught the quickest glimpse as she turned around, ready to race off in the other direction. Let Ajax cool down or something, she couldn't deal with this tonight.

Except a hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her.

"That's not what I meant." The words tripped out of Ajax's mouth. "You aren't stupid. You know I don't think that and I know it wasn't your idea. Pretty boys ain't exactly your thing."

Confused, Rembrandt turned back around, looking up slightly at Ajax. Who just seemed miserable.

"I'm the stupid one," Ajax explained. "I'm angry at myself. I should have been there. If I hadn't gotten in that fight, I would have been. And Swan and Mercy and we could have just jumped on the train to Coney and," she laughed, a low humorless sound, "Fuck. Maybe we would have beat the cops to Union Square. Maybe Fox would still be around." She let go of Rembrandt's wrist, hands clasping on the top of her head as she walked a few steps away, taking deep breaths. She shook her head. "You could have died and it would have been my fault and I'm sorry."

"None of that is your fault," Rembrandt said.

Ajax didn't say anything, just stared out into the darkness of the ocean.

"Ajax," Rembrandt moved closer, getting back back into her space. "I'm not going to pretend I loved that you picked that fight, but- You couldn't have known what was going to happen after."

"You needed me," Ajax said. "You needed me and I wasn't there."

Rembrandt swallowed thickly because there wasn't much to say to that. She could still remember being on the platform, outnumbered, wishing she at least had Ajax to argue with her for reason, then being trapped in that loft, terrified to be stuck in such a close-quarters fight without her.

"It won't happen again," Ajax said. "I promise. Never again."

And Rembrandt didn't exactly believe her. Ajax was fire and fight and never backing down and Rembrandt loved that all about her. She understood what Ajax meant, though. What she was trying to say.

So Rembrandt wrapped a hand around the back of Ajax's neck and pulled her down, kissing her gently. She pulled away a moment later.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

[thegreatcanadianjackalope]

Hi!! Little prompt for Izzy/fang/frenchie— could we maybe get some Izzy comfort? It could be safeword comfort, things going too quickly and Izzy flipping out, anxious that he safeworded, or it can be comfort for anything! Just lots of Fang and Frenchie working together v well and in sync to take care of their scrungly little man <3

Summary: Frenchie and Fang notice Izzy isn't sleeping well. They want to do something about that.

Fluffy Hut/comfort with some mild discussion of trauma (canon typical)

Note: I love this! I'm going to save the safeword comfort for another story because this is the story that jumped out at me when I read your beautiful prompt.

This is unedited right now. I might come back and clean it up later but for the moment my focus is on getting the writing flowing.

Music inspo for this fic is Rosy Golan's It's Been a Long Day

Fang found Frenchie organizing goods in the hold. He knew it was still weird for Bonnets crew to see Frenchie and Jim doing so much work, but Fang was honestly pleased to see that neither of them were backsliding into laziness. If anything, their hard work was rubbing off on the others.

“Hey, man. How’re things going?” Fang asked.

Frenchie startled but settled into a smile when he realized it was only fang. “Good, yeah. Things are good. Just, you know, keepin’ busy.”

“And everything’s good with the mind box?” Fang asked, gesturing vaguely at his head.

“Yeah, good. It’s good. Everything is you know…” Frenchie trailed off as he looked into the distance.

“Good?”

“Yes. Yeah. Exactly.” Frenchie said, brightening back up.

Fang decided to leave that alone for now. “Listen, have you seen Izzy recently?”

“Saw him this morning, why?”

“Did you notice that he looked a little… unwell?” Fang asked.

Frenchie scoffed. “What do you mean? He looks loads better than he did before. He’s got his new leg on, he’s clean, and he doesn’t even have any visible bruises.”

“That is true,” Fang hedged. “It’s only, I don’t think he’s sleeping much. To me, it looks like he hasn’t slept in a few days.  

Frenchie looked considering. “Hmm, now that you mention it. I did see him practicing his sword fighting really early this morning, and Wee John said he was working real late last night.”

“I guess I’m just worried about him. The rest of us don’t sleep good at all, and we agreed he’s the most fucked up of all of us, so it must be worse for him.” Fang said, not bothering to hide the concern in his voice.

“Yeah, but its not so bad now that the crew is back because if one of us wakes up from a nightmare another crew person is always right there.” A moment of realization seemed to dawn on Frenchie. “Except Izzy doesn’t sleep in the crew pile. He sleeps alone. In the room where Blackbeard took his first toe. Oh shit, babes. Can’t say I blame him.”

Fang felt a blush creep up his neck at the nickname. He absolutely did not let himself giggle. Frenchie calls everyone that. He wasn’t flirting with fang. Besides, Fang was supposed to be solving the Izzy problem. “I wish we could just convince him to join us in the pile, but I don’t think he’d ever go for that.”

“I mean, he has loosened up a lot lately, but that might be a step to far. What if we brought the pile to him?” Frenchie asked.

“I don’t think that’s better. If anything, he’d be mad there was no one watching the deck.”

“No, I meant you and me. We could go to his room tonight and force him to sleep and tell him we’ll watch out for him,” Frenchie suggested.

Fang considered this. Actually, it made sense. Izzy wouldn’t really trust the rest of Bonnet’s crew, Archie and Jim had a particular energy about them. One that wasn’t conducive to a full night’s rest.

Fang agreed and they made plans to meet at Izzy’s room later.

….

Izzy sat heavily on his bed. He knew he needed to take off his hoof and check his leg, but he couldn’t make himself move. He was exhausted. Mentally, physically, emot—nope. Just mentally and physically. He was having trouble sleeping. That was all. He couldn’t sleep because they were heading into a new season and the sun cycles were changing. It was all to be expected. He’d adjust. He would.

Izzy was startled from his thoughts when he heard a knock at his door. Before he could respond, the door opened, and Fang and Frenchie spilled into the room.

“Oh, yes, please do come in. Thank you for knocking. It was very considerate of you,” Izzy said sarcastically. Though he knew that his words lacked their usual edge.

“Hi boss,” Fang said, brightly, “We were hoping to spend the night in here with you.” Frenchie was nodding in agreement.

Exhausted, Izzy asked, “Why? There are plenty of places on the ship if you’re too cold to sleep on deck.”

Frenchie said, “Yeah, but the thing is that Fang here has been having nightmares, and he said he hasn’t been feeling safe enough to sleep lately.”

Frenchie jabbed Fang with his elbow and Fang said, “Oh yeah! Everything that happened just keeps coming back to me. And I thought ‘hey what place is safer on this ship, than with Izzy Hands?’”

The crack of a cannon, a flash of lighting, the glint of light on a saw, and the smell of gunpowder flashed through Izzy’s mind in quick succession. His stomach rolled and he clenched his jaw.

“I’m a cripple now boys. You’re better off with just about anyone else on this ship. Hell, you’d be better off on your own. I’m a liability now.” Izzy didn’t like how truthful the words were, but he was just too tired to cover it up.

Fang frowned, “Boss, you literally saved our lives. You understand that, right? We would be dead without you. Lying at the bottom of sea.”

Izzy scoffed but didn’t argue he didn’t have the energy. He also really didn’t have the energy to watch over them tonight. It was on his tongue to say no when the image of a scene he walked into popped into his head. Fang crying into his cake and Frenchie staring blankly, emptily into the distance. And then, bizarrely, the feeling of Fang’s arms around him and Frenchie’s palm, warm in his.

“Okay, you can stay here. I’ll make sure you’re safe,” Izzy said. He couldn’t tell them that this room had long since been safe, but he thought he could probably make it safe for Fang just for tonight.

“Great!” Fang exclaimed and then immediately went over to Izzy’s dresser. “Frenchie help me with this.” The two began dragging the dresser across the floor.

“What the fuck?” Izzy asked incredulously.

Frenchie explained, “We’re blocking the door with the dresser, so no one can get in. This way, you don’t have to stay up all night.”

“I thought the whole point was that you needed me so you could feel safe,” Izzy said, suddenly feeling useless despite not wanting that responsibility only minutes before.

“This is just the first defence, boss. This way if Blac—Someone tries to come in, we’ll hear them and you’ll be ready to protect us,” Fang said.

“And if there’s a fire?”

Frenchie laughs, “A fire? We’re on the ocean. We’re literally surrounded by water.”

Izzy sighs deeply. “There are so many things wrong with that I don’t know where to start.” The thing was though. In Izzy’s 35 years at sea, he’d only really had to deal with one major fire. Fire wasn’t what kept him up at night. In fact, just seeing the door blocked by that heavy hunk of wood was settling something in him he didn’t care to examine. “Fine. If it makes you feel safer.”

Izzy began the arduous process of removing his peg leg. Before he could even get the straps undone, Fang was by his side.

“Let me help you with that, Izzy.”

Izzy growled, “I’m a cripple not an invalid.”

“He knows that,” Frenchie said. “Helping you will make him feel better, innit? Don’t you want Fang to feel better?”

Izzy huffed but didn’t move to stop Fang as he eased the false leg off and placed it to the side. Fang loosened the tie on Izzy’s pant leg and pulled the leg up his thigh. Izzy wished he had some semblance of embarrassment about this, but the four of them had seen Izzy in every stage of loosing his leg so it wasn’t like he could say it would be a shock for Fang.

Frenchie brought over Izzy’s water basin and said, “Here you go, babes.”

Abruptly, Izzy took in the scene before him. Fang, kneeling on the ground, about to wash Izzy’s stump, while Frenchie watched. Heat creeped up his neck and he felt a bit woozy. This was too intimate. He was too vulnerable. He needed to put a stop to this. He was about to do just that when Fang began gently dragging the cloth across the raw skin.

Izzy’s eyes fluttered shut. When he did this for himself, he was impatient and rough. It had always hurt. Now, with Fang being careful, it didn’t feel good exactly, but it was nothing like the pain he was used to.

“It’s looking better. Does the new leg fit better? You don’t have as many cuts and wounds.” Frenchie asked.

Izzy tamped down on the flare of emotion that burst in him at the mention of that fucking leg. He didn’t think he could speak without his voice cracking, so he just nodded in reply.

Fang smiled up at him and said, “That’s great, Izzy. Glad to hear.”

“You know,” Frenchie said frowning, “Your thigh muscles are looking really tense. Maybe I should just…” As he trailed off, he reached over to grasp at Izzy’s thigh.

Izzy made it through approximately thirty seconds of Frenchie massaging his thigh before he felt a lance of heat in his groin. He jerked back and choked out, “That’s enough. Thank you. I think it’s time to sleep now.”

Frenchie gave him an odd look but didn’t argue. Izzy was honestly shocked that he had felt anything even approaching arousal. He wasn’t sure it was going to possible for him after the Kraken.

Frenchie took the spot next to the wall and Izzy waited for Fang to get in. When he didn’t, Izzy looked at him quizzically.

“If it’s okay with you, boss, I’d rather take the outside. I find it more comfortable, and I get hot easily,” Fang said.

Izzy wanted to argue. Wasn’t the whole point of being here to make fang feel safer? Shouldn’t Izzy be closest to the door so he could spring into action if necessary? Izzy wanted to argue. He really did. But he was so tired. He just didn’t have it in him. His body, without full permission from him, crawled in next to Frenchie.

The bed wasn’t that comfortable for one person, never mind three, but somehow, they made it work. Izzy didn’t protest when Fang’s arms slid around him. There wasn’t really another way to make it work. Frenchie’s head rested against his shoulder and Izzy found he couldn’t really complain about that either.

Izzy was warm, his body was pressed against on both sides, there was no way someone could barge through that door, and he could finally feel himself drifting off to sleep.

Just before he slipped off, he heard Fang’s gentle voice. “You know, Frenchie, that mind box won’t hold forever.”

Izzy felt Frenchie shift against him, could feel the protest coming. In a raspy, sleep filled voice, Izzy said, “He’s right. Just look at me. I thought I had everything locked up tight. Eventually, something has to give.”

Frenchie laid a hand against Izzy’s chest in acknowledgement.

In that same quiet voice, Fang said, “I’m here for you if you need to talk, Frenchie.” Then Fang gave Izzy a squeeze that felt a lot like ‘you too, Izzy’.

No more words were said that night. Instead, Izzy fell into a blissfully uninterrupted sleep.

[minalblood]

I'm back and I'm so sorry! I won't make any promises for the last 2 ep of the Winchesters, but I will be reviewing/rewatching them anyways just ... who knows when, I dont!

But let's get started on You've got a Friend 1x11.

I hopefully will be a bit less rambly since O have a draft of my thoughts already written for this and its less... as Im watching (i can post that too if yall wanna but dunno if ull understand my handwriting)

We begin where we left off and I love that we have this scene of them needing to clean up, adds realism, adds dimension to the world. Love also that we begin with Lata being the Lata we all love - dejected in this case about her chimera paw was ruined. Queue Carlos with the teasing. The 2 of em banter a bit before Mary redirects us all to the matter at hand.

And Mary has come a long way in these episodes, because she may not join the banter (still closed off somewhat as opposed to Carlos and Lata's easy repartee) but she is going off of it and adding them into her area of interest.

But all stops when John come in blood soaked and in shock - Mary instantly worried he might be hurt, but nope, not this time.

I am so happy to see them portray the actual shock and numbness John is feeling, then the guilt and sadness, just all the reaction to Kyle's death really. And considering the survivor's guilt John is lugging around, it makes it even more heartbreaking. I also love seeing that Mary is the level headed one here - she,.imo, is clearly pushing down the grief to focus on John's issues here, hell we see very little of her grieving in this episode and everytime we do, she's quick to redirect that feeling into action - sometimes into violence point blank. She does it here, asking what the Akrida could want, she does it even moreso with Millie, where she does open up a bit since Millie is offering comfort, but then it turns into Millie coming with a plan which directly leads to Mary wanting to storm the police station guns blazing and the ep ends with Mary and John discussing Kyle (also god Mary looks absolutely exhausted here, fuck) but Mary derails it by saying they need to find Dean instead. She's def not allowing herself the moment to deal with Kyle's death which may prove relevant when discussing next episode.

I'd forgotten this ep was the Lata episode. Like ep 8 was Carlos', this one is Lata's. And god does it hurt.

1st, move the feather boa, Carlos!

2nd, I do genuinely believe Lata and Maggie were together. Everything in this episode points that way to me (but especialy the sweetpea nickname) We'll round back to this though.

The other thing we note in the sequence in Maggie's room is how close Carlos and Lata are to each other. Which we knew, but I always love seeing it again in action.

Before we continue with the emotional core of this ep, we have to get back to plot with Betty! I love Betty..I also can't blame her for being ....hesitant to say the least. Like imagine what she's seen so far: the guy who, before leaving to the marines illegally, proposed to her, is suddently interacting with, apparently, imfamous Mary Campbell, who is seen at several murder/investigation scenes suddenly appears ro have killed someone? And she already knows John had anger issues before hand. Like i get her here. And still shes trying to be nice while doing her job.

Which leads me to the next part, her job. So the detective... he's wording (even with him being really Akrida) echoes a lot of corrupt cop rethoric which only gets further emphasized when he later threatens to have John... killed 'accidently'. And, on top of them, speaking pf policw corruption even a 'good cop' like Betty becomes complicit simply because of the power the Akrida gained via the detective role cuz she was unwittingly helping them throughout.

But god, was John a bit too cocky here. (My notes have this marked as "this is why you let villains monologue, John!"). Especially since he actually doesn't have any info on Dean. (Love that we see the pic of Dean, missed him) l.

Meanwhile Lata and Carlos have found the bracelet and it's fucked them over. Also, I fucking hate the shadows thing, very creepy. Also also it reminds me of the daeva that Meg uses in s1 of SPN. I'm also reminded of SPN with the story the detective tells John about how they'll get rid of him - SPN's own crooked cop ep featured exactly this sorta plan too, but in killing Dean.

Really though, the main thing I found interesting upon rewatch is just how much Lata is our Dean mirror in this one. Specifically, in getting targeted by the bracelet she's forced to relive a trauma (Sania's death) via Carlos acting as substitute, only this time she succeeds where prior she thought she failed (which lemme make clear, no, Lata was at no point and in no way at fault, but she did internalize that guilt - much like Dean tends to internalize guilt) . Which Dean, much like Lata ends up doing when getting involved with this universe, ends up reliving a trauma (his parents death - Mary especially) of something he failed, in his mind, to prevent/save via rescuing this universe's Mary. And much like Lata, who can't undo what happened to Sania, but can "begin to make it better" (the Hey Jude line just hit me so I had to use it), so too can Dean. It won't change what happened in his life, wont save his mom, but it will help him heal nonetheless.

Adding to this Maggie? Who opperates as a Cas parallel here - she was Lata's person, who shared everything with Lata but Lata couldn't in turn for fear of judgement/shame, who notably is dead and thus Lata can't ever reveal her secret to. Well, it hurts is what it does.

But watching this I noticed another interesting thing though, for all that the bracelet seems to work like Osiris (pulling on the guilt the person feels is most agregious), the bracelet actually seems to want the wearer to get out. Carlos is taken just as Lata begins wondering which secret it's trying to make her face and is sent to Sania's room - direct answer. Then later,.even more blatant, using Maggie's face, tries to get Lata to disclose the secret, but Lata talks around it instead til the creature takes her too.

It seems like Erebus had a test for his warriors, one he wanted them to win.

Throughout all of Lata's story, I was seething. I truly hate her family and Carlos was 100% saying exactly what I was thinking.

Another thing I appreciated though, about Carlos, is the emotional maturity. Yes they were dying and yes it was urgent that Lata disclose her secret but Carlos made certain to reassure her throughout. Tried to give her as much space as possible.

In other thoughts, Lata's mom making that "vs family" distinction, uuuh it rattled sth in me only to them have Lata say "my parents would never look at m the same way"? In the Dean Winchester show? God, the echoes of John's shitty parenting were deafening. Bur yes to eveything Carlos said. It truly wasnt Lata's fault.

And I adore also the ending conversation between Lata and Carlos (both wearing blue and god I want Carlos' coat) because yes, this kind of stuff shouldn't be forced out on anither persons whim. Lata doesn't have to tell John and Mary anything, it is her story to tell, but also yes, Carlos is right to reassure her that if she wants to share it with them, they'll likely react well like he did. And yes the reason this particular scene hit so hard is partially personal, but because of that it drove me insane in SPN where there was a tendency for people to push other to open up at their own whim (and yes, Sam did it often to mutiple people, hounding them until they cracked and spilled whatever trauma they were trying to deal with but then have nothing to give in return, no comfort or even really reaction, and yes he most of all did it to Dean a lot and it did puss me off) So yea, love this episode for the Lata and Carlos of it all!

Also I have a few questions, when Millie was trying to convince Betty about the supernatural, at one point she said "it's not like-" and cut off. She was trying to defend against the accusation of 'playing make believe). Also, Betty says sth like "Mary, I expected.this from" with relation once more to her not believing in monsters soooo.... has Mary ever been taken in under suspicion of being delusional? Was Millie? Or John?! I've questions ok i need y'alls opinions on this one.

Also, I would've soo cracked if the Akrida asked about Dean, cuz I def miss him a lot and id fucking gush about him at that point.

Anyways, that's it for this one. See you guys next time where we'll be clowning (have I mentioned I hate clowns?)

@noybusiness thanks for push earlier this month, i needed that a lot and thanks for the support for this rewatch ❤

@shallowseeker thanks the new posts, been inspiring me to get back to writing this ❤

[starlightshadowsworld]

Danganronpa 3: Future arc episode 3.

Back to... This.

I regret everything.

.... It was fake....

She's alive!

I dunno whether to be more mad or relieved.

So she's alive but still hurt?

... Nope it's a toy knife and ketchup.

Fuck you guys I got scared.

... Wait whys everyone scared?

GOZU!

NOOOO!!!

My boi!

The fucking emotional whiplash and I've just started this.

Oh they strung him up and oh... Oh fuck.

Of course it's one of the people who was sweet and I liked.

And it makes sense why him of all people.

But still!

Everyone going through it I mean a fake body, and than a real body.

Were they trying to kill Gozu and Asahina? But they can only kill one so that... happened?

Why the red herring?

Makoto hun it's not you're fault.

Kyoko instantly sus of the director. As she should be.

Asahina being the one who's pumped up and ready to go.

But Makoto not so much, it's like they switched moods.

Thank you Monomi for the exposition dump.

Okay so this was designed to be an overseas branch of Hope's Peak.

That later became what it is now.

Also we can just call it the Incident or the tragedy, we don't need to say the full name everytime.

It's a mouthful.

Wait so this means Makoto had ketchup on his hand how did he not notice?

... No yeah that situation was traumatic as fuck it makes sense it took a while.

"No one diess on my watch."

Oh Makoto...its just the beginning.

And yeah he figured out Miaya's forbidden action.

She can't go right.

Which is so random compared to "no running" and "witnessing violence" but fair.

Makoto easing her nerves by sharing his forbidden action with her.

It's dangerous but that's how you build trust in others.

People may think Makoto's preachy but he means everything he says.

And Asahina joining in only adds to that

"Be hit with a punch or a kick"... she's come close.

Way to close.

I love seeing Asahina confident, ready for whatever comes. It's so her and it's nice to see that again.

Hmm... Someone's here...

"I'll lead them off."

"With what, power walking?"

See that's how insults work guys.

Asahina be safe!

And Miaya's going with her.

Which is great but now Makoto is alone.

Makoto who is on everyone's hit list.

... Oh boy..

Seiko is... Pissed.

Yasuhiro is still on roof outside, oh man. He has no idea what's going on inside.

Shame, he could've gotten help but those missles(?) won't let him go.

Kyoko might be older and more polite, but she's still Kyoko.

I like seeing her way, Makoto is in a group that easily shares his weaknesses.

But Kyoko is with those who are guarded, and thus she is also guarded.

Makes sense.

I can't trust you if you don't trust me.

Makoto announcing Gozu's death as "bad news" just makes me laugh.

And finally he gets to explain himself.

Makoto meeting Izuru just a wild concept.

The manufactured hope and the one born of hope.

You know when you think of how Makoto was in a killing game.

Saw how own classmates kill each other.

But still saw goodness, still saw hope in them.

Would later reflect on the memories that were stolen from them that they had shared.

It makes a lot of sense in retrospect why he can see the Remnants as people rather than monsters.

Because he's seen what despair does to a person.

What it can drive them to.

He couldn't save his friends, but maybe he could save them.

In a way I feel like he did it because he wanted to help, because he saw good, saw hope in them.

But maybe also to atone in some way?

They all suffered under the hands of Junko Enoshima.

He had the means to help them he hadn't had before.

It makes sense why did the things he did.

Whether people agree is a whole other story but I'm glad he got to tell it.

Maybe sharing your weakness with people trying to kill you is a bad idea.

But if he wants people to have faith in him, to trust him.

It's a danger you have to take. And one he's willing to do so.

He knows how these things work afterall.

Kyoko's smile after he does so though. Because she knows him, she's knows he would do what's right.

She's not suprised at all.

"Lamest speech I've ever heard in my life."

No asked for your option Juzo!

Also fuck off Munakata.

Makoto knows true despair.

He went to class with them.

Badum tss

He's fallen to the bottom. Both figuratively and literally and bought himself back up to the top.

You're the one who's superficial.

You're the one who says they fight for hope, despite already succumbing and dooming yourself and others into despair.

Juzo not being mad at being left behind but instead saying "go for it big guy."

Idk if its just me but that sure sounded flirty.

... Is Seiko okay?

Soo Ruruka and Seiko seem like they have history.

Okay Seiko's on... Something.

I'm sus of the director but yeah that's Makoto alright.

He believes in what he says, doesn't mean he doesn't know how crazy it sounds.

... Fucking hell someone just threw a chair at Kyoko.

She's fine though.

Looks pissed but she's okay.

Ugh Juzo.

And Munakata's got to Makoto.

Fuck.

Makoto I love you and I get your vibe but there's a time for words and a time to goo.

I don't think you can talk down a murderous Munakata with a sword.

Even you're not that good.

I know it was a killing game but saying Makoto only won because it was a game.

Is fucked.

Also Makoto was supposed to lose that "game", do you not remember the 5th trial?

If Alter Ego wasn't in the system, Makoto would've died in his execution.

How is that not real enough for you?

Also saying that Makoto only won than cos the rules were vague and here they are cut and dry.

But also saying your words and attitude mean nothing because the real world has no rules.

Pick a lane man.

Also yes the real world does have rules.

"You don't know the hell we've put ourselves through to keep people alive."

Not specifically in your case but... He knows the feeling.

Very much so.

It's kinda his whole thing.

You guys need therapy not a sword and a chair.

Of course Makoto believes in his words, to him they aren't hollow. And they've gotten him this far.

Munakata for all your posturing, don't realise you're in the exact same game that you ridicule Makoto for.

Your a hypocrite.

"Exactly. If anyone can do it is you. Which is why I can't allow you to escape.

Your hollow words may spurr people forward, heaven knows to what."

... Boy you got issues.

Ah yes I will kill to destroy despair.

... Where have I heard that before.

Fucking hell.

Okay I will say "how unfortunate, too bad this wasn't a class room trial" is a cool line.

But also fuck you.

[stormyoceans]

The dark season is nice for some, but quite hard for others.

To tackle this, we're launching once again this year's "Secret Helpers" and everyone is invited to join in!

How does it work?

It's very simple!

Choose 5 fan works. It doesn't matter whether they are gifs, video edits, fanarts, metas, analyses or fanfictions. Do you have something that has completely changed, inspired, destroyed or touched you? THAT'S what you need!

And now it goes on

Step 2: Write feedback to the creator of your favorite. No matter how long, how short, no matter what language, no matter if anonymous or under your official account, write what you liked and why. Jump over your shadow and let them know that this work of theirs has given you a good time.

Step 3: Spread "Secret Helpers" anonymously to others. No matter who you come across on tumblr or elsewhere on the internet, whether mutual or random, send them the instructions and let them keep spreading good news.

A lot of things are not going well lately. So we try to let those who give us a little break in the chaos know that we're glad to have them.

FAQ:

I have only seen one fan work that I liked. - No problem, write to the person anyway.

Isn't that weird? - Nope. (We are on the internet. Everything is kinda weird and ey, you don’t have to use your official account to send the feedback)

There. Are. TOO MANY! - 5 is a minimum number. If you have the time, write to as many as you want, everyone will be happy to get some compliments on their work!

The creators I like are all totally unknown - Especially for fanartists who don't get much feedback yet, each of those is worth its weight in gold. The fanfiction is amazing, but only has 2 comments? Become number 3! The fanart has 36 likes, but looks like a fucking work of art? Write that to the creator! Motivation is all babeyyy, regardless of whether it's the fandom favorite or someone completely new.

Have fun and good luck Secret Helpers!

THIS IS SUCH A LOVELY PROJECT!!!!!!!!! it's so important to spread positivity, especially to content creators who often have to deal with a lack of feedback and their works getting stolen, so im glad you gave me the chance to do this by sharing it with me, anon, thank you!!!!!!

i think that to follow the rules of the project i should probably write to the creators in private or by sending them an ask (?), but to try to give them more visibility and help them reach new people who maybe aren't familiar with their works yet, i thought i could talk a little about some of my favorites here (not that i have that many followers but you know. also for the two creators who aren't on tumblr i WILL make sure to leave them a nice comment too), so here we go!!!!!

in no particular order:

the entire vice versa web weaving series by @daymork. i tell you i wish i could have all these edits collected in one of those fancy ass art books with a hard cover that cost almost a hundred bucks just so that i could flip through it at any given moment to contemplate the beauty of said edits and cry myself to sleep holding it to my chest as i think about puentalay. i have no idea how jessi did it but every single quote she used for these is so perfect that no matter how many times i reread them they never fail to reduce me to a sobbing mess of a woman who is in dire need of receiving mental health care provided by professionals in an institutionalized setting. my point is. i love them. i love them a lot.

the quote by ocean vuong last twilight edit by @morkofday. i could literally put any of vish’s vice versa edits here because it’s like they’re all specially crafted to deal as much emotional damage as humanly possible to me personally, but in the end i decided to pick this one because, to this day, it’s still my favorite last twilight edit ever made. there's just something about it that stayed with me since i first saw it a whole year ago (im not even kidding when i say i think about it an average of twelve times per day) and even if it was done based on the mock trailer alone, vish was somehow able to perfectly capture the spirit of the show, not just by using that particular quote (which is incredibly spot on like when day and mork were talking about tenderness in episode 4 i thought of this edit right away and had to go punch through a wall to cope) but also because of the colors and the pictures that she chose.

the the man who can't be moved puentalay gifset by @seatawinans. you think episode 11 of vice versa has already reached the pinnacle of life altering emotional devastation and cathartic experience, and then you see this gifset and suddenly you find yourself decaying into subatomic particles to cope, committing grand scale larceny and arson to deal, and doing daily affirmations like 'this is affecting me a normal amount! :)' in front of the mirror every morning to survive. truly i have no words to properly express just how much the 'thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet/and you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street' lines over the glasshouse scenes make me sick in the head, it's the parallelism romanticism soulmatism of it all and somehow cassi managed to make it worse (read: better).

the underneath the stars by the cure morkday fanart by twitter user @bleu1te. i honestly love all of bleuité's puentalay and morkday works so much, there's just something so soft and tender in the way this artist draws them that every time i look at their art it gives me the same feeling of safety and comfort that i so deeply associate with these two pairings. i picked this one in particular because i fell in love with it as soon as i saw it, i love the colors, i love the starry sky behind them, i love their expressions, and most of all i love the hand placement. idk how to explain it, but i think the way they're touching just really conveys how much they adore each other.

the enchanted by taylor swift morkday video by twitter user @jimmyseagatitos. you know when someone punches you in the stomach and it hurts so much that you just start laughing hysterically? this is the closest description i can give to try to explain what this video did to me on a psychological emotional spiritual mental and physical level. and because apparently im a masochist i've been rewatching it only like 92649626 times in the span of three days. i also think it's pretty damn genius to end the edit on the 'i'll spend forever wondering if you knew' line of the song because it leaves everything unspoken just what mork never got to say.

this is obviously very far from being a comprehensive list (especially since my memory is pretty bad and my main interests are currently very limited ;;;;), so for the next couple of weeks i will try to reach out to my favorite creators (in private this time, i promise) and give them some love!!!!! and if anyone sees this, please consider doing it too!!!!!

[midnightlovestories]

Arguably, there are few things that we would call an indisputable canon in the Addams Family:

- they are close, loving and very supportive family unit - Gomez and Morticia are madly in love - they love all things macabre - they are not afraid of violence, death, dying, fighting etc. (Yes, yes I'm still salty about that bullshit swordfighting scene in Netflix's Wednesday)

And of course, Christina Ricci pretty much established what is perceived as canon for the character of Wednesday Addams.

Other than that? There's not much set in stone. Continuity? Please, TAF wouldn't know continuity if it stepped on it, things are all over freaking ship, so it's very likely that, as a fan, you will love some iterations of Addams Family and hate others, that is completely normal, not all content is created for you. Let's accept that.

At this point, with the success of Netflix Wednesday this fandom reached its, arguably, largest audience. Whether you hate or love the new show, is irrelevant - it's success is indisputable, and it brought a lot of new fans, often completely new generation of fans who will interact with the Addams Family in a completely new and different way than you or me or Jerry next door.

Does it irk you that creators and more and more fans focus on Morticia solely as a mother figure? Yeah, it irks me too, no really, it annoys the hell out of me but at the same time... it's my freaking problem not anyone else's, the least of all the new fans, and allow me to explain why:

How we react to any given character is deeply, deeply personal. We come to the show with our own, unique set of experiences and those experiences will largely inform which characters we're going to relate to and what those character will mean to us. It can be and, very very often is, completely irrelevant to canon.

So say, each iteration of Mortcia is slightly or even vastly different from the other but some people will inevitably see her as a surrogate mother figure (or Gomez and Morticia as dream parents, whatever) and there can be a number of reasons for that, maybe some folks just didn't have great parents, maybe they had no parents, maybe... whatever - it doesn't matter, they are allowed to see that character as parent figures even if others don't.

Do I see Morticia as a mother figure? Nope. Never did, never will, although she's a fantastic mother. To me personally, she was always a representation of bad ass, empowered femininity - a strong female role model. I adored her since I was about 6 or 8 years old but she was never a mother figure to me. I love how she's happy and content in her role as a wife and a mother - that's her thing, she adores her family and that's where her focus is and she's absolutely unapologetic about it.  She's like a really awesome, badass housewife, she's telling you to do you, irregardless what the current trends for women in society are, but especially, at the time when women were told to have it all blah blah blah, and being a housewife was all but frowned upon -  Morticia's like no thank you, fuck that shit (except those odd times when she wants to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade). And I always loved that, to me she exemplified the true meaning of feminism - the right to chose whatever the hell you want to do in life as a woman. Career woman? Go girl. Housewife? Awesome, if that's what makes you happy.

Where am I going with all this?

Bottom line, do you want to ship Wenclair - hon, ship them to your heart content if that's what brings you joy or helps you feel represented. Do you want to ship Gomez and Morticia ? - bless your little, tender heart, join the club! You want Morticia to be your surrogate mother - go ahead, enjoy! Do you want those characters to be the representation of your experience as a gay, trans, neurodivergent person? - baby, go for it. Especially if it helps you go through some really tough shit.

Yes, your personal fanon might disagree with mine, it might even piss me off - I might hate everything about it and secretely bitch about it to likeminded fandom members, and I do. I might hate your take on the Addams Family altogether - but remember! that's not your problem, it's mine. You do you, whoever you are.

[blorbologist]

For the CR Spell Hurt/Comfort: 18 Zone of Truth, Laudna and Imogen.

ANOTHER TWOFER:

18. Zone of Truth

"You create a magical zone that guards against deception in a 15-foot-radius sphere centered on a point of your choice within range. Until the spell ends, a creature that enters the spell's area for the first time on a turn or starts its turn there must make a Charisma saving throw. On a failed save, a creature can't speak a deliberate lie while in the radius. You know whether each creature succeeds or fails on its saving throw."

[OK SO THIS IS ZONE OF TRUTH, but I just had Jester appear in my head and say ‘you know what would be fun? TRUTH,,, OR DARE’ and its good practice to listen to the brain Jester.]

They’re the last ones standing.

Which is really so astounding? At least that she and Imogen are still upright - Ashton is Ashton, so it makes sense. 

Fearne and Chetney are passed out in a corner, and Laudna isn’t sure who is sitting on who. Orym got the bed because he had, very wearily, said he was going to bed because we had to be up early tomorrow (he had to be up early to do squats). But half the party’s other guests - friends of his, and Fearne’s, and Dorian’s - all piled in after him. They were fun - the pink-and-gooey one especially (Twinsies!).

Letters could not join in person, and so had been drinking in front of his webcam in a Discord call. Which was less fun, but fun enough to get them to gush about their new boyfriend. So cute.

The lady who lived upstairs - Keyleth somethingorother - had checked on them and offered them some 3am tater tots, which sent almost everyone else calling an Uber home while the greasy carbs. Which left them three and one more bottle of vodka.

Three, taking up the hallway’s hardwood floor and fewer pillows than they’d like on account of all the casualties. It means Imogen leans her sleepy weight into Laudna. She’s got hips almost as pointy as Laudna’s, but her arms are the perfect give of farm muscle looped around her shoulders, warm. 

Pate wiggles a bit on Imogen’s thigh, using it as a seat. He’s completely trashed, and without sipping a single drop! The animal!

“- I’m telling you,” Ashton snarls (not at them, but in general. Ashton does that. Still, Imogen goes tense), “spin the bottle fucking sucks when you’re not a big group. You should have played it while everyone was still conscious.”

Laudna keeps her shrug light to not dislodge Imogen. “Well,” she says, “Pate hadn’t thought of it until now!”

“Maybe some other game, darlin’?” Imogen asks her neck. It’s easy to nod in agreement when she asks like that. 

Ashton huffs. “Fine, then. Truth or dare, because we won't see this much vodka again for a while.” They smile, just a jagged thing, when Laudna claps in delight. “Right - you. Truth or dare?”

“Truth!”

“Did you - for real - actually make the little guy? Not a thrift find?”

Laudna bobs her head agreeably. The arms around her neck twitch, like this was offensive. Which is silly. “Nope! Pate is all mine. Do we all drink regardless?”

“Sure, why not.” 

She grins, the sort that usually makes everyone wince. Maybe it’s all the drinking, but neither of her companions so much as flinch as she takes a sip and smacks her lips triumphantly. This far in, it hardly burns on the way down. Laudna cranes her neck to find Imogen, face impassive. “Imogen - truth or dare?” 

--

It all - it’s hard to describe. Not blur, that would be too… soft, she thinks? It smudges, maybe. Or decomposes, gets reborn a ways down the food chain. 

That sounds better, because it’s different. The truths are deeper, dug out of feet of soil in the chest. The dares are - well it’s mostly around finishing the vodka. Or seeing if they can get away with messing with their friends without waking them up. Laudna is very proud of the popsicle stick house she’s built on Chetney’s chest. He’ll like it!

“This ain’t too fun with only three of us either,” Imogen mumbles. She brightens a little and tilts her chin down. “Oh - Pate! Truth or dare?”

He taps his little beak. “Hmmm… for you, babe, I’ll go with a dare.”

Ashton groans, “Fuck - don’t soak the rat in alcohol.”

Imogen leans back. In the dim light of the hallway, and their phones, her irises look like hellebore. Maybe hollyhock? Hyacinth? 

“Kiss Ashton,” she says simply. Like it’s simple - poor Pate has a beak, he has no lips to kiss with! But - no. Ashton narrows his eyes, as Pate wiggles in anticipation, and gives him a gentle peck on the fuzzy head.

“Hm - al’ight,” says Pate, and the odd tension of the moment is broken. Laudna might be a bit too drunk for her own good. Even Pate sounds like he’s slurring his words: “Imogen! Truth or dare?”

She rolls her eyes. “It’s not sportin’ to ask the person who asked you. But sure - truth.”

Before Pate can get a squeak in, Ashton sets the bottle of vodka down. At… something in the morning, it’s loud. 

“You haven’t answered truth to one of my questions,” they point out. “But always to Laudna’s. And Pate’s, now. What gives?”

Imogen narrows her eyes. “What gives is that I know Laudna will not get all - all invasive, or interrogate me.”

“She’ll only ask what she knows the answer to, you mean.”

Laudna balks. “I - I don’t!” she says. Pate waves his little arms around, demanding attention.

“Ey, ey, ey! It’s ‘y turn! You two - stoppit. Right now!” Ashton and Imogen both glare down at Pate, which - which is a bit of a first, and makes him shrink back just a bit. 

“We good?” Pate continues. “Right - right. Uhh, Ash’n! Truth or -”

“Truth,” they snap. Laudna gives Pate time to think.

“Uh, Okay.” What would be a - a safe question? Diffuse the tension. “Oh!” She clears her throat to let Pate speak again. “Have you ever been ‘n loooooove? C’mon, tough guy.”

Ashton takes a long drink. “No.” And another. “Right. Laudna - truth or dare?”

She opens her mouth to reply - Imogen’s hand gripping her shoulder stops her. There’s a little jump of static, from sitting on the floor for so long.

“Really?” Imogen says sweetly. “C’mon now; Ashton, you’re lyin’.”

[randomnameless]

Speaking of lol’ed translations and missed opportunities and devs being cruel to characters, well, Billy in FEH has a FB with Sharena where she’s all depressed and doesn’t know how to people and is sad because she doesn’t have friends (Sharena offers to be her friend), then in No Hopes Jerry the worst father alive aside from Ionius insults his own child and Leonie joins in too and there’s no pushback from anyone, not even Billy, about that. In Disengage Billy doesn’t accept compliments because he always redirects the praise back to the other person. I’m not here to merit whether this is makes them a good or bad character, I’m just baffled that such low self esteem and sadness is apparently now part of their character and the games don’t really do much to ease that except for Disengage and FEH instead of the game(s) Billy originally appears in. Does KT hate them or something?

:(

Billy not knowing how to people and learning how to people from Rhea - who pretty much doesn't know how to herself - is a funny hc I had, but hopefully for Billy, the people at GM (CoS/KoS) know how to people for two.

While I don't think Fe Fodlan was intended to showcase shit parenting, Jerry took the cake and ate it in Nopes, while Sothis is just true to herself in both games (even in Nopes tried with her battle lines).

I still think FE16!Billy, despite some snow, is TV static and cannot say "this is not what i want"/ "this is not good" or criticise or comment too harshly on events happening because 1/ Avatar problem (if the player wants to marry someone s/he cannot have her avatar dislike that person? or be incompatible with them) + 2/ Earl Grey.

Now, it would have been fascinating to have Billy be a perfect "blank" state with no sense of what's right from what's good - and the lord/path picked actually shapes them...

But here comes the snow from the TV static - despite the general cardboard appearance, Billy shows some quirks, let them be mundane like "liking to help people" or picking random junk on the floor to help, to liking making friends and, in general, liking that job the evil lizard lady gave them and the gremlin in their head (who is the so called Goddess decried in a certain path...). Billy opens up to people - thus shitting on Jerry's decision - and loves people thus helps them, even if at times it brings them ruin like running to avenge Jerry because for some reason they loved Jerry, or being pushed down a cliff by rushing to help Rhea.

Now, while FE16 tried to mumbo jumbo something about their "lack" of emotions due to Sothis's crest stone and Sothis being dormant - even if the DLC shat on this by showing Citrus, who also had a dormant gremlin inside of her, giving a wide smile something Billy isn't supposed to be able to do before Sothis wakes up - Nopes more or less explained Billy's stunted emotional state might have been caused by their pacemaker, but it also originates from how their shit dad treated them...

And kuddos (?) to Engage to depict Billy's low self-esteem ; I mean you don't develop modesty when the dad you've prepared a spectacle for calls your efforts a nuisance, you develop, imo, low self-esteem.

Granted, we all know FE16 tried to mislead its players by having red herrings and unreliable narrators some the game pushed more than others - so Billy's state, initially attributed to the red herring (rather white lizard in this case) couldn't be textually explained by anything else.

Nopes at least sheds more light on Billy than FE16 did (maybe because they thought slaughtering Rhea was "explained and justified" enough in the routes this paralogue/support are available so they didn't need to use the red herring skill?), even if FEH and Engage also do it, which makes me really annoyed because why the fuck subsequent games (and unrelated ones!) explain more about a character than said character's base game?

So I wouldn't say it's only KT's fault - fwiw in Nopes KT shed more light on Billy than FE16 ever did - but it's just FE16 being... well.

The joke that "the writing team shitting on Billy is the proof they think Billy's part Nabatean" is more and more valid with each passing day lol

[1nvad3rz1m]

The funny thing is that I expected zagr to be most popular ship in the fandom, when I joined, because "my enemy's sister", "my brother's enemy" and I thought zadr was gonna be some underground crackship or something. I mean I wasn't exactly wrong with zagr, because from what I've seen it was the most popular for a while in the past, but zadr ended up overtaking later? Correct me if I'm wrong.

I was also suprised by the ship discourse, because Zim wouldn't have a healthy relationship with anybody as he is now, he needs a LOT of therapy/development, to get even remotely close, which people can write for any ship, so I didn't get why some shippers acted like they were allowed to give Zim development/be out of character/just ignore huge parts of his character to make the ship work (like his hatred for humanity, and every other species that isn't Irken, like it doesn't matter how old you think he is, he still views them as below him, or how he is infamous within his own kind for a good reason and he treats them disposable if that's what benefits him at the moment), but saying people with their notps can't do that. Like I expected that while the community having different ship-preferences, but they stick together, because they all go against the canon of the least romancy show in existense, but I guess nope. I have seen somebody defending this by saying that: "Well my ships are not as bad as the other ships." From whose perspective? Because everybody has a different idea about that. Even if they are right, that's what it sounds like to me:

Mom: "I can't believe you got a D!"

Kid: "But mooooooom, other people got an F!"

Like I can't take this argument seriously, and I'm not sorry about it.

zagr is/was really popular but tbh i think zadrs always been top dog in terms of like...long term dedication i tried looking at google analytics but since the terms are so vague im not sure hoooow reliable they are

blue is zadr red is zagr dating back to 2004. i guess youre not wrong though but idk if zadr really took over so much as zagr ended up dying out. this is also only 2004 and on though so make of that what you will. something to note about zagr is that im willing to wage a guess that it was everyones first introduction to invader zim (a lot of old zagr art is based on old emo/goth/scene aesthetics of the time) leading to it being searched more but thats just a theory. zadr outranks zagr by about 10k deviations on deviantart but that could still be credited to zagr just...dying out over time. idk!

as for the zim thing i think its less so zim being unhealthy and moreso the age debacle when jhonen decided to come and gunk up long cemented fandom interpretation for...some reason. though i do think thats a part of it because when silly discourse was happening people tried to alternatively ship dib with other like-aged humans (torque, dipper, etc etc) and it was very sanitized...undiblike. it was somewhat related to the overall fucked-up-ness of zadr but mostly the age lol.

there was a definite air of hypocrisy about what was acceptable and what wasnt because during this like..drama people tried to promote membrane and zim instead all the while membrane fully believed zim was one of dibs school aged friends so IDK it was a weird time to be here!!

[chessalein]

JackieXNori slice of life thoughts

Beside her depression episodes, Nori sometimes had days on which she felt paranoid and off. This was one of these days.

She ordered something for Jackie and went together with a delamain into the city to get it. As she sat it on the table in front of him, she suddenly felt very unsure and scared.

"WAIT!" She yelled as Jackie tried to open the box.

"Why?"

"What... if its a bomb?"

"A bomb?"

"Yes." Her eyes were filled with sorrow as she stared at the package.

"Why should there be a bomb in it?"

"I don't know. Maybe I angered the guy when I put down the order. Or he hates Valentinos! Or he knows who it is for and wants to have you dead!"

"... Or maybe you have one of your paranoid days. Love, you just brought this from the city all the way here. Wouldn't it had gone off by now?"

"... What if it only detonates when you open it?!"

"I'm 100% sure there isn't a bomb in it. Ya wouldn't anger him by ordering stuff. He gets money for that. And the other things... Can't deny that but I trust it that its okay. Okay?"

"... Okay. You're right. It will be okay."

As Jackie attempted again to open it, Nori was glued to him. Cheek on cheek.

"My love..."

"This way we die together. I brought it to our home. I will get down with it."

"You're really worried, eh?"

"I am."

He glanced over to his girlfriend, trying to find a solution what to do. Then he had an idea.

"Alright, lets go outside." With one hand he grabbed the box while he wrapped his other arm around his girlfriend and carried her out of the house.

After setting her down, he walked up to one of the security bots and set the box down in front of it.

"What are we doing?" Nori asked worried.

"We let the bot open the box. This way no one gets hurt."

"Of course someone will! What about Jasper?"

"Jasper?"

"The bot."

"You gave the bot a name?"

"Of course! He deserves one as well. This is Jasper. The one over there is Noah. They even listen to their names. HELLO NOAH!" She waved over to the bot who waved back at her.

"Since when do they do that?" He waved over, confused and not knowing what to make out of this new information. They had the bots since they built the house and never had he seen them wave.

"You have to call his name and say hello. I programmed them when you and the V's had this heist and then went to... don't know. You were gone for what felt like 3 month. Judy came by and she showed me. "

He was impressed, but still bothered by it as well. When Nori gave something a name, she instantly treasured it and held it close to heart. That will be a problem if the bots had to defend themselfes against someone or something.

"So... Jasper or Noah are not allowed to open the box?"

"... no?" She almost whispered. Embaressed that she cared so much about the bots, knowing that everyone says they don't have a soul.

A big sigh came from the big man. Not knowing what to do now, he looked around, hoping another solution would come to his mind.

"What are you two doing?" Vincent walked out of the front door, joining the two of them after he saw them from his window.

"Tryin' to find a way to open the box without openin' it ourself. There could be a bomb in there."

"A bomb?"

"Yes. Nori has such a feelin' "

Vincent knew what that meant. He knew her conditions. It was a sad reminder of the hard times she had in her life.

"Now you gonna let the bot open it? Smart"

"Nope. We can't let Jasper or Noah get hurt." Jackie said with a bit of frustation in his voice while they watched how Nori carefully fetched the box.

"Jasper and Noah?"

"Say 'Hi Noah' and wave"

Vince did so and was surprised when one of the bots waved back.

"... We're fucked if they ever break when they defend us."

"Yea..."

"I have an idea!"

10 Minutes later, they stand on Kerry's property, the box sitting in front of one of his bots.

"Is that really okay? Its not our home or our bot." The last thing Nori wanted was to make Kerry angry.

"We have enough money to buy a new one and repair when something breaks. We're good, mi amor."

Now all three stood further away from the bot. The problem was that none of them had anything a say in what the bot does. So, Vince called Valerie to hack into it.

While doing so, Kerry came out to ask the people in his frontyard what they were doing there and watched while the bot opened the box.

Nothing happened. Not even a little poof.

"I'm glad!" Nori said while happily walking over, picking up the box and giving it to Jackie. "Happy 4th universary!"

"Of what?"

"Being back to life." She said with a warm, happy smile.

While the two were kissing and cuddling further away from them, Kerry asked what that all was about and why the twins looked so sad.

All that came from them was a dissapointed:

"No explosion..."

"And I was already so hyped about it."

Kerry looked at them for a few seconds.

"EXCUSE ME, WHAT?!"

[purplesurveys]

1899

Do you ever worry about your future? (i.e.: college, marriage, kids, etc) Not really. I think I've mostly learned how to have an "accept whatever's coming" mindset, which might sound lazy but it helps a lot in, like, not being constantly paranoid. If anything what I only find myself thinking about repeatedly is the future in the context of my parents – will I be the child who'll live with them when they get old, would they ever get seriously sick, etc.

Does your family use coasters? Is anyone in your family excessively tidy? We don't; we just use the placemats for glasses. My mom is very tidy and very particular and very uptight with neatness...but somehow that doesn't translate to coasters haha. We manage fine without.

What’s your least favorite chore to do around the house? Do you have to do this often? Ironing. Its optionality is what makes it burdensome for me lol, if that makes sense. I don't always have to do it in every laundry cycle so when I do, it feels like an additional chore.

If you went to your mom/dad or whoever you live with and said “hey, I’ll clean the whole house if you give me 20 bucks” would they go for it? Would you raise the price? 100% they will just laugh at me for asking money when they know I'm already perfectly capable of earning my own, haha.

Are you usually late, early or right on time? Usually right on time, or anywhere between 1-5 minutes late.

If you wrote a journal entry about your last date, what would it say? I can't remember when my last date was.

On a scale of 1 to 5 how organized are you? I'm like a 6 at work and a solid 2.5 anywhere else.

Name a movie you can watch over and over again and not be bored with? Roman Holiday or Two for the Road.

Do you wear pajamas to places other than at your house? Apart from the house and accommodations like hotels and Airbnbs, nope.

Do you take showers in the morning or at night more? Morning. It needs to be the first thing I do every morning, otherwise it won't feel right when I work.

What is the wallpaper on your cellphone? Lockscreen is Namjoon at a museum; home screen is the latest OT7 selfie from Jin's first day out the military. It's the one where Hobi has clearly been drinking because his entire face is red, lol.

Do you still have your tonsils? Yes.

What is the worst thing someone has ever done to you? Told me I'm worthless, unworthy of love, a burden etc. Idk I blocked everything from my memory but that's essentially the idea.

Have you ever gone nude/streaked in public? No thanks.

Do you snore? Steal the covers? Roll around in your sleep? I snore sometimes, which is the most noteworthy thing I do when sleeping tbh. Otherwise I barely move and always wake up nearly in the same position I fell asleep in.

Why aren’t you with the person you love? I'm not romantically interested in anyone.

Could you go out in public looking like you do now? Yeah. I was supposed to be out for an event but this typhoon did not shut the fuck up all day. Internet's out, landline's out, and even cell signal was mostly out inside the house so I've been working from my car and didn't have time to change out of my event clothes.

Do you like the rain? Love the rain.

What is your mom listed under in your phone? Just her number. LOL. It's a running gag now tbh; it's hilarious when people see it and are shocked when they find out I don't have my mom officially saved, so because the reactions are always priceless I've kept it that way.

Do you like going to the dentist? Yeah it's fine but I just hate when they use that sandpaper thing to aggressively wedge in my teeth gaps. Makes me so paranoid.

Are you afraid of speaking to large audiences? Not usually. I'll be fine if I know what to say.

Are you afraid to tell the truth sometimes? Sure.

What’s one quality about yourself that you feel sets you back but also helps you? Gosh. Uh...maybe liking my alone time a little too much, I guess? I could benefit more by joining communities, signing up for hobby classs and workshops like painting and pottery, and meeting new people...but idk. I'm also just as content staying my shell when I want to.

Was anyone who had been in your company today in a bad mood? It was just me and the rain today.

The last time you felt sick what exactly was wrong? Food poisoning. Drank bad milk.

What did you do today? Weathered through work despite the nearly-nonexistent signal and carried out the most stressful event ever (it was a face-to-face that needed to be redone and repackaged into a Zoom event with uhh *checks watch* barely 2 hours of prep). I should feel proud but now I just kind of feel bad because I was tense and stressed all day and could have spoken more nicely to some colleagues who kept getting stuff wrong. I didn't humiliate them or say bad words or anything lol but the perpetual people pleaser in me just doesn't like showing that I'm angry. Idk. It's hard to balance being firm and gentle.