#kat: why are they asking me these specific questions ??? )

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katerina  blacktyde  summoned  to  the  inquisition.

        when  word  had  arrived  that  the  martells  wished  to  question  her,  katerina  had  nearly  been  sick.  it  was  said  they  were  summoning  everyone  but  she  still  didn’t  understand  why  they’d  want  to  speak  with  her.  her  nerves  had  only  grown  as  she’d  walked  with  one  of  her  older  siblings  to  the  throne  room  and  then  waited  outside.  it  felt  like  an  eternity  before  the  doors  opened.  she  tried  to  hold  her  head  high  as  she  entered  and  curtsied  gracefully,  but  the  moment  she  looked  at  the  dornish  council,  their  stern  expressions  reminding  her  of  a  man  long  gone,  kat  shrunk,  and  when  she  sat  down  her  eyes  were  downcast.

when did you arrive in sunspear ?

her  wide  eyes  immediately  snapped  to  the  first  person  who  spoke.       ❝  some  time  before  the  wedding  with  my  family  .  .  .  i’m  sorry,  i  don’t  recall  the  exact  day.  ❞

what were you doing the day of the wedding ?

❝  i  took  a  short  walk  in  the  gardens  early  in  the  morning  before returning  to  the  blacktyde  apartments  to  get  ready  for  the  wedding.  ❞

did you leave the festivities at any point during the ceremony or reception ? where did you go ? did you return ?

the  way  they  were  staring  at  her  made  her  feel  even  smaller  than  she  normally  did.  slowly,  she  nodded,  feeling  like  she’d  done  something  wrong.       ❝  a  few  times.  the  crowds  were  very  large,  and  i  needed  a  moment  to  myself.  i  didn’t  go  far,  only  outside  the  ballroom,  and  i  returned  each  time.  ❞

did you see anyone leave ?

❝  some.  i  noticed  a  few  people  out  in  the  hallways  when  i  was.  ❞       she  glanced  around,  looking  for  some  sign  that  they  were  pleased  with  her  answers,  but  the  eyes  merely  stared  back.  she  tugged  at  her  fingers.       ❝  but  i  didn’t  recognize  anyone.  i’m  sorry.  ❞

what were you doing when the fire began ? what did you do in response ?

❝  i  was  watching  the  dancing.  ❞       her  gaze  lowered.        ❝  i  ran  .  .  .  ❞

where do you think the fire started ? do you have any ideas on who might have started it or how they might have gotten in ?

her  mind  raced.  why  were  they  asking  her  that?  why  did  they  think  she  would  know  anything  about  the  fire.  her  stomach  twisted.  surely  they  couldn’t  think  she  was  involved.  she  quickly  shook  her  head.       ❝  no,  no.  i  don’t  know.  maybe  the tapestries?  or  the  flowers?  ❞        her  words  practically  crashed  into  each  other  as  she  spoke.       ❝  there  were  so  many  people,  they  could’ve  gone  unnoticed.  or  been  disguised.  i  truly  don’t  know,  your  grace.  ❞

do you know any of the victims of the fire personally ? do you suspect any foul play ? would anyone wish to see them harmed ?

kat  nodded.        ❝  my  cousin,  maery,  was  nearly  kidnapped.  i  can  only  assume  that  there  was  foul  play  ❞        she  didn’t  want  to  imagine  the  wrath  her  family  would’ve  reigned  down  on  the  martells  had  maery  been  injured.

who do you think the targets of the attacks and fire were ? do you think some were used as a smoke screen ?

❝  house  martell,  unfortunately.  ❞        her  gaze  drifted  to  the  new  crown  princess.  she  looked  so  composed  sitting  there;  katerina  couldn’t  imagine  being  the  same  if  she  was  in  her  place.       ❝  perhaps?  ❞

what were you doing yesterday morning ? ( the day of the murder ) did you see or hear anything unusual throughout the day ?

❝  i  was  helping  the  maesters  take  care  of  the  wounded.  i  didn’t  know  someone  had  died  until  i  returned  to  my  family’s  apartments  later  in  the  afternoon.  ❞

what do you know about the recent murder ? are you aware of the victim or who might have desired them dead ? do you think the victim is tied to anyone in sunspear ?

katerina  almost  cast  a  look  at  the  door  behind  her  because  all  she  wanted  to  do  was  run.  she  wrapped  her  arms  around  herself,  digging  her  fingers  into  her  arms.        ❝  n-no.  your  grace,  i  truly  don’t  know  anything  about  the  fire  or  the  recent  death.  ❞

are there any houses of people you suspect may have any involvement in these attacks ? are you suspicious of anyone ?

❝  no.  ❞        she  wished  she  had  something  to  say.  maybe  then  they  would  stop  staring  at  her  so  coldly.

have you seen or heard anything that could be of use to the crown at this time ? do you have anything else you’d like to share ?

she  opened  her  mouth  to  say  no  but  her  voice  finally  failed  her,  her  anxieties  grown  too  strong,  transforming  into  a  hand  wrapped  around  her  neck.  embarrassment  turned  her  cheeks  bright  red.  averting  her  eyes  yet  again,  katerina  shook  her  head.

[spiderb00]

IS IT NEW YEARS YET

Megan Skiendiel X Reader

"After your ex broke up with you a month before Christmas, you lost your holiday mojo. Maybe you just needed to meet new people, a specific redheaded girl” 

Genre – fluff   Warnings – none  fruitcake masterlist

Now playing – Is it new years yet, by Sabrina Carpenter 

The feeling of impostor settled in you, as soon as you passed through the door of Lara's house you felt uncomfortable, strange with the environment. Being without the company of your ex girlfriend at parties like this made you feel awkward and out of place. You were never a very sociable person, of course, you were never rude, you just didn't like to leave the house so much. Whether you wanted to or not, your ex had helped with your shyness, always dragging you everywhere, but now, without her, you felt a little lost in the midst of people.  

Lara was throwing a party, a small meeting. The commemorative dates were approaching and any excuse for a party was enough for Lara. You and the Indian girl knew each other for a long time, even before she went to Dream Academy, or bonded as Katseye's lead vocalist. Your friendship with Lara has always been strong, you have always supported the girl in everything, while she did the same with you.   

When Lara found out about your breakup, she comforted and supported you, as always. She let you have your sad moment, but after a month, the girl did everything to take your mind off the girl who broke your heart before Christmas. When Lara called you to the party, you quickly tried to refuse, making up any excuse not to leave the house. But, when you saw that the red-haired girl wasn't going to give up, you agreed to go.  

And now here you are, a plastic cup with energy drink in your right hand, as you sit in one of the chairs outside Lara's house. You knew most of the people at the party, all mutual friends of yours and Lara's, but after a while of talking and laughing, you decided it was time to be alone for a while, just you and your thoughts. Taking the lighter out of your back pocket, you were about to light a cigarette – one of the habits you picked up after the breakup – when someone approached you.   

"Hi, do you mind if I sit down? There's a lot of noise inside." Asked a girl, she had red hair and was tall, not as tall as you.  

"No, okay, go ahead." You said, putting away the cigarette and lighter before settling back into the chair.   

Looking at the girl better, you could finally tell why she looked so familiar. It was Megan, Lara's bandmate. You haven't met all the Kats yet, but you surely recognize them from promotional videos, music videos, and in general. You thought the Chinese girl was beautiful, and you didn't think she could be even more beautiful in person. 

"I'm Megan." The red-haired girl said, a faint smile on her face as she waited for you to introduce yourself.   

"I know, I mean, I recognized you. I am Yn." You said, fumbling a little with the words. 

"Oh, sure. You are Lara's best friend. She talks a lot about you." Megan says. "It's good to finally put a face to the name."   

Laughing lightly, you nod. The night was quiet and although you wanted to be alone, the redhead's company was not bad.   

"So why are you out here instead of enjoying the party inside?" The redhead asks, settling in the chair and looking directly at your face.  

"Well, I could ask you the same question..." You say, making the girl laugh lightly. "Well, but I'm just here to clear my mind, you know."  

"Oh, I get it, a lot of people also make me a little overstimulated." Megan says, nodding in understanding.   

"Really?" You ask, the conversation flowing naturally. "How do you work? Why, you know... You kind of have to deal with a lot of people. Sorry if this is invasive..." You say, genuinely interested in Megan's words.  

"It's not invasive." The girl says, laughing lightly at your concern. "I think I just got used to it, I love what I do, so it kind of becomes natural after a few years." She says, fiddling with the rings that were on her hand. "But I always have time for myself, and it's always nice to have someone who's always with you. The girls are my second family." Megan said. You noticed that the redhead's nose started to turn red, because of the cold. 

"You seem very passionate when you talk about all this-" Interrupting your speech, a couple walks past you and Megan, both of them making out. As the guy sat in the chair next to you and the redhead, the girl he was kissing climbed onto his lap, leaving you and Megan dumbfounded.   

"Is this serious?" Megan asked, as you stood up, holding out her hand to the shorter girl.  

"Come on, I don't think these idiots are going to leave anyway." Standing up, Megan took your hand in hers, letting you guide her to the back door of the house.  

"I think we'd better come in, Lara must be looking for us and you're shivering with cold." You said, taking off your jacket and putting it on the shoulders of the shorter girl. "Here, you can take that." 

As you adjusted the jacket to Megan's shoulders, the redhead admired your face. Megan already knew who you were, in fact, she always asked Lara to introduce you to her, but that never really happened. Now, with you here in front of her, she couldn't miss the chance to make the move.  

"Thank you, that's very sweet of you." Megan said, the jacket hanging loosely from her shoulders, extending to the middle of her thighs.   

You and Megan finally entered the house, people talked, drank and others kissed in the corners, it felt more like a fraternity party than a Christmas Eve party.   

"Megaann! I looked for you everywhere." A slightly drunk Daniela bumped into you, making you hold her by the waist.  

"My God Dani, how much did you drink?" Megan said, approaching the Latina and checking if everything was okay with her.   

"Yes, it's me-"   

"Shiiiu, don't tell Megan I said that, but she's very into you." The Latina spoke, after interrupting you by placing her index finger on your lips.   

"DANI!" Megan screamed, taking the girl from your arms and trying to walk her out of the house.  

"Bye, Yn. Thank you for keeping me company, we're going." Megan said, trying to save herself from the embarrassment Daniela had caused her.  

"Wait a minute, how are you going to take her like this." You said, holding the other side of Daniela as you walked with Megan.  

"It's okay, I'll order an Uber or something."  

"Let me take you." You said, making the girl hesitate. "Please, it's dangerous, let me help."   

When Megan finally agreed, you helped her put Dani in the back seat of your car, starting and then driving to the Kats' house. When you finally got there, you both started struggling to get Daniela to bed, since the Latina hadn't made the work of the two of you any easier.  

"Dani, you have to get out of the car." Megan said, pulling the blonde's arm as she held firmly in the passenger seat.   

"NO, I want to stay longer and talk to Yn." Daniela said, pouting and getting a laugh from you.  

Getting out of the car, you turned around and stood next to Megan, who was still clutching Daniela's right arm.   

"Dani, I'm here. You can get out of the car and talk to me." You said, as the blonde looked in your direction and gave you a drunken smile. 

"YN! My friend, Yn." The Latina jumped out of the car, leaning on you as she staggered towards the entrance of the house, causing Megan to roll her eyes and close the door of your car.  

 "Has Megan ever kissed you or what?" The Latina spoke directly to you.  

"DANI! Be quiet, please." Megan spoke, fumbling with the keys to the front of the house.  

When she finally managed to open the door, you helped the girl in. Daniela threw herself on the couch quickly, laughing lightly and closing her eyes soon after, not before singing a little to you and the redhead next to you.  

"Yn and Megan, under a tree, kissing, la la la la la la." 

Rolling her eyes, Megan watched the Latina fall asleep as fast as she had gotten drunk, and you thought that was your cue to go home, so you headed towards your car.   

"Thank you for everything." Megan said, crossing her arms and hugging your jacket, which was still wrapped around her.   

"It was nothing, if you need it, you know where to find me." You said, leaning against your car, and hesitating a few seconds before continuing. "So, is it true?"  

"What is truth?" Megan's face became slightly confused.  

"What Daniela said. You know what they say, drunks always say what they wanted to say sober." You said, getting a little closer to the redhead. 

Biting her lip nervously, Megan looks down at the floor, before turning her gaze back to you again.   

"What would you do if you were?" Megan asked, coming closer to you.  

Laughing lightly, you pulled a strand of Megan's hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.  

"You can return my jacket tomorrow night when I come by and take you on a date." You say, a smile painting your lips.  

"yes, I think it can work." Megan said, returning your smile.  

"Of course. It's not New Year's yet, we have plenty of time." 

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Chapter 12

Masterlist

“Are you nervous?” If I sit for more than 3 seconds I feel my heartbeat increase like hell making my chest hurt. 

Lewis is sitting calmly in one of the chairs in the middle of a huge conference room; in one of the offices of his friend/investor, even though you can see a big blue sky and the sea; isn’t calming at all.

Lewis put his cellphone on the table and stopped me in the middle of the room after interrupting my 21 spin around the table. 

“Hey, hello? Y/N you have this, it’s going to be fine.��� His hands on my shoulders makes me feel a little bit calm. “After all, it’s repeat what Mika, Thomas, mom, dad and I have been hearing all these weeks.”

Roscoe barks, laid down on the floor. “Sorry, and Roscoe too.”

I giggle pitching his arm for he let me go. 

After the GP of Monza, Max stayed in London for two days until family duties claimed him back.

My parents were very confused with the news; being more specific, mom shares the same caution of Lewis but both agreed giving him a chance. Thomas congratulated us with a nice welcome, Mika well, she was surly most of the time.

When I found out the meeting for the final presentation of the shelter will be in Monaco, I called Max right away, but in a twist of fate Max will be in Cannes for a party for his family. He insisted that he can stay but I don't want him to waste time sitting in his house waiting for a meeting to finish when he can be with his family.

“Sorry, sorry, we're ready.” Lewis' friends entered, my panic faded away seeing Thomas walking inside too.

He made it, he came and not alone; Emma is with him too.

The meeting passed by in a calm and friendly ambience, they heard me all the time, moving their eyes to the big screen and the fields on their hands, asking a few questions on the way, which I answered with confidence, even a few questions were directed to Thomas, for the construction of the shelter.

“That's all, if you have another question, I'll gladly answer it.” I said taking a deep breath sitting in the chairs.

“So, you don't lie to us when you said Roscoe will be the face of this.” Carol asked, seeing the paper of the logo, the sketch of Roscoe's nose. I shake my head. “Fascinating, let's do it.”

I see Lewis and he smiles at me. “Why Moon path?” Fran inquired, raising his hands. “Don't take me wrong Roscoe, but I like this one.”

“Oh, we began this for an old dog we had years ago, his name was Moon.” I smiled remembering Max helps with the name of the shelter.

“So sweet, what are we waiting for?” Fran said, closing the file.

“In the inauguration I hope we can have Leo Lecrec with us.” Kat closes her eyes, putting her hands together like a prayer.

Lewis laughs. “So it's a green flag?” My fingers hold on tight to the sling.

“Green flag.” All said in unison, making Roscoe barks when we clapped.

As a way of celebrating we had a small dinner, after all this is the beginning of a long and hard working path. 

With two no race weeks Lewis spent the following week with us in London, relaxing and enjoying time with friends and family along going with me to Newport.

The shelter construction will begin this week, and the last phase of my house is in progress.

“Please!” Mika tosses me a gummy. “You're so…”

Emma laughs, taking her stuff, her shift over an hour ago but she stops for chatting as Thomas finishes talking with the people in charge to furnish my house.

“It was a simple question, let’s not make so much show about this.” Emma said, giggling as Mika rolled her eyes.

“Tell her she doesn't lie to you.” I smile tossing the gummy back. 

“I'm not lying!” I move my shoulder trying to distract the attention with the sling which is perfectly set and comfortable but I'm starting to feel shy. “I can't remember wearing lipstick that day.” 

Emma innocently asked about the lipstick I had one week ago, when I made a video call with Thomas who was in my house about a few things that I had trouble with. That night I was flying with Max to London.

“Of course you did!” Mika laughs one more time. “It was Dutch kiss number 1. That was her lipstick.” 

Emma got it as her face turned red waving her hand before going home.

“You're a different kind of person.” Mika laughs so hard as she hides her face between her hands.

“This is so much for a kid?” Thomas said sitting in the backyard where a small living room was created for me.

His attention was so lost in his phone that he missed the attack of laughter of Mika, who's battling for breath normally.

He showed us a mini car, a mini Range Rover car.

“It's fine for a 3 year old boy.” I said almost choking with my drink. “He's 3 months old.”

A quick peck on my cheek makes me turn around mystified, finding a word wide champion behind.

“You!” I smile as I stand quickly putting my healthy arm around his neck. 

Max holds me tight around my waist, breathing slowly as his body relaxes.

“HER ARM!” We chuckled hearing Mika. “Jesus! It's so hard you wait a couple of days?”

This week, I finally will be able to get rid of the sling.

“Mika, let me hug my girlfriend freely.” Max said but he didn't let me go, I missed Mika's reaction.

This is how they've been building a teasing friendship, bothering each other endlessly with their sarcasm and irony.

“Max, do you have nieces, right?” Thomas asks, still lost in his phone, Max lets me go but he grabs my hand as we sit.

“Three.” He smiles proudly.

“What are you doing here?” I asked after waiting for Thomas to say another thing but he kept scrolling in his phone.

He smiles as he tingles our fingers. “I want to surprise you, and spend a lot of time with you.”

Mika rolls her eyes in a funny way. “Emma let you in right?”

Max nods. “She was kind of surprised when she saw me, her face was red.”

“Told you, Dutch kiss number 1.” I kick her under the table as Max looks at us with narrow eyes.

“What would you give to a 3 month old baby boy?” Thomas asked one more time, the way Mika looks at him with a soft smile expressing so much in one peek.

“I'm confused.” Max looked at me but I couldn't respond because Thomas went ahead.

“He didn't know?” I shake my head feeling the intense eyes of Max on me. 

I sigh before telling him. Mika has an older brother, Reagan who he and his wife had a wonderful baby boy three months ago; they have been celebrating every month, like if it’s his birthday; normally just with family, but this time, his monthly party will come along with Reagan’s birthday so they will make a small official party with family and friends.

“I didn’t tell you anything because you mention you have a party too for one of your friends, so I don’t want you to put on that face.” The straight line lips and the hard eyes are the only thing I see. “It’s ok.”

Mika smiles. “We keep an eye on her.” 

I know Max is disturbed; not because I didn’t tell him it’s because he wants to come with me, as a couple.

I grab his face, giving him a peck. “Cheer up, and take me from here, I’m hungry.”

Max chuckles, kissing me back. 

“Oh my word! People get out of here!” Mika covers Thomas' eyes and hers.

Max and I went to dinner in a small restaurant near the beach, not too far away from the coffee shop where we met the first time he was here.

Even when he tries to keep his mood up I know he’s kind of a bother.

After we finished our dinner, he was about to walk to the car but I pulled him over so we could go to the beach.

“Please?” Max scoffs, grabbing my face for a long kiss. 

We cross with a few people who keep staring at him for more time than he wishes, making him tense, and taking a few sighs on the way.

“Don’t feel so overwhelmed.” I said looking at the waves tint on a soft lilac with the sun hiding. “You’re walking with a girl who has a broken arm and pretty face, obviously you call the attention.” 

Max laughs, stopping standing in front of me, the tense jaw is far gone and his shoulders are relaxed.

“I mean it.” Max shakes his head. “It’s ok you won’t go, I've never been a girlfriend of a multiple worldwide champion but I am a sister of one.” 

Max laid back his head, clearly unnerved. “I know time with friends and family is a treasure.”

Max sees the sea behind me. “I want you to know I can be with you even if I travel around the world all the time.” I smile smoothly at him. 

“You are. You’re here even if you could be somewhere else resting or gaming, you are here, and that’s more than enough for me.” I hugged him but still his tense body betrayed him, that’s my cue to go. 

“I've been thinking… It's Singapore next week, I can’t go, Thomas and I have tons of work here but… Japan sounds nice I have never been there.” Max grabs me by my shoulders. “Besides, Yuki owns me a snack tour.”

“It will be amazing! I’ll love to have you around there.” He doesn’t get what I’m trying to say.

“Yes, but I mean, I want to go with you .” He narrowed his eyes, I can’t believe he didn't see how nervous I am.

“Yeah, I’ll come to pick you.” I scoff, pushing him.

“God! I want to go with you as a couple Max.” I said cover my face shy enough to be unable to look at him. “Never mind, forget it.”

I feel so timid looking at him, so I just keep walking but he hugs me back in a second.

“Mika is going to kill you if you hurt me.” I feel Max tighten his grip around my waist and rest his chin softly on my head, I could bet he has a wide smile. 

“I know, believe me.” In an embarrassing attempt to get rid of Max hug, he turns me around so I can face him, unable to hide his smile. “I love it. I love to go with you.”

I shake my head, faking a annoyment. “I LOVE HAVE YOU THERE.” He starts to raise his voice and people start to look at us. “I LOVE TO HAVE MY GIRLFRIEND THERE!”

Definitely this time people kept staring longer, they recognized him. “ME, MA…” I cover his mouth with the palm of my hand.

“You want it louder? Got it.” He mumbled taking my hand with his.

Damn it! Good moment for having a broken arm. 

Max clears his throat taking a deep breath before he keeps raising his voice in the middle of the beach. 

“M…” I grab the back of his neck pulling closer to me for I kiss his lips, the Dutch takes advantage putting his hand too at the back of my neck keeping me closer. 

When I tried to speak, the small gap between my lips was enough for him to quickly deep kiss one more time. 

“Who is slow now?” He said when we split, I hit him softly in his chest. “I mean it, I’ll love you to come with me.” 

I lift on my tip toes hugging him. “It’s not going to be a soft lunch.”

Both of us giggle with the moon above us now. 

“And it couldn’t be better.” Max kiss my head.

Saturday morning, Thomas and I arrived together in Liverpool where Reagan lives. Mika arrived a day earlier to help in everything they could need.

The airport is calm even for being a Saturday morning, a few kids walking hand by hand of their parents, couples walking around looking for their gate, but meetings full of love and screams.

“Still a month?” He asked, taking my bag.

Friday morning, Max went with me with Dr. Hank to finally get rid of the sling, the cast must be with me another month.

“At least.” I nodded, texting Max we arrived safe and sound.

Liverpool is windy, more than we expected, but the forecast indicates a warm afternoon.

We found Mika waiting for us in the parking lot. “Sorry, I have a baby emergency.”

Mika adores her nephew, you can tell by the way her face is sparkling and her clothes have multiple stains of baby drool doesn't bother her at all.

The party will take place in a lovely garden, we will take a quick stop at Reagan's house to change our clothes and leave our bags.

The garden is adorable, white and pastel yellow all over the place, round tables around the place, big balloons that you can see in the distance and by the way small light bubbles hang around, I bet in the night this will look cuter.

“There she is!” Scarlet, Reagan’s wife approaches in a white dress with a baby on her arms. “Aunt Y/N.” 

“Omg, baby Conrad, you’re bigger than in the photos.” The 3 month old baby is peacefully sleeping in his mother's arms.

Suddenly I feel my feet left from the ground in a single motion.

“People is blind or what?” Mika complains holding Thomas hand. “She still has a broken arm.” 

“Have a little fun, please!” Reagan's voice makes me laugh, he carefully puts me on the ground pitching his sister's cheek. “It’s so good to see you Y/N.”

Reagan hugged me, this time more calmly under his sister's gaze. I can’t count the times Reagan and Scarlet found me crying in Mika’s apartment, even when they were so busy they always made space for comforting me when words didn't come out. 

“You look amazing.” I hugged him too. “You’ll be here all weekend right?” 

He splits to stand next to his family and careness his baby face. “I’m all yours.”

We hear someone cough but all we’re enjoying is a special moment of reunion so anyone pays attention until Mika turns around.

“Look what the wind brings.” I turn around when I see a shocked expression on Reagan and Scarlet. 

Max is standing, handsome as always but with icy eyes as he keeps holding his sleeves. 

“No way!” I can’t tell who said first, Thomas or me. 

In three steps I reach him, finally two arms lock around him. Still his body is hard as a rock.

Mikas’s family had never been huge fans of F1, until we met in college, however even now, I know what all they could possibly know is because they cherish Lewis. 

After a short introduction, Conrad opened his eyes ready for a change of dipper, everyone leaving us in our small spot under a tree.

“I can’t believe you were jealous.” I smile standing next to him holding back a smirk.

“I… I… I was, fuck, sorry it’s just…” He stretched his back. “You’re looking gorgeous, and the first thing I see it's a man lift from the ground followed by him holding you tight.” 

His eyes wide open, making himself angry remembering the scene, it has a charm seeing him that jealous.

“I keep with the gorgeous compliment.” I stand next in front of him holding his coat, tilting my head. “Let’s go, I want you to meet Mika's parents.”

Max breathes in and out, as he relaxes, like a cute cat he stretches all his body before walking. 

“Wait.” I stop making him turn around. “You have something here.” I reach his eyebrow as he closes his eyes.

I stole him a quick peck. “Yes, a kiss that you own me.” 

Max walks next to me complaining. “I should kiss you first.”

The party went out fantastic, Mika’s parents were over the moon when they knew I’m dating Max, and only went higher after seeing how lovely he’s with baby Conrad carrying him a few times and talking with him when he thought no one would see them.

We’re saying goodbye late at night, Conrad is peacefully sleeping with one of her grandmas in the house they rent next to the garden, and people started to leave. 

“You’re coming for breakfast right?” Scarlet asked, holding Reagan's arm.

Tomorrow morning they prepared breakfast for their guest who came to Liverpool from far away.

“May…” I know Max isn’t a fan of British food, but he accedes.

“Of course, I’m afraid I have to go after that, but I’ll gladly come.” I only stare at him confused, nodding.

In the car I bothered him with the fact it’s going to be a British breakfast, but he said, sometimes you have to make sacrifices, making us laugh.

“Are you too tired?” He grabs my hand as drives in the soothing night.

I giggle holding his hand between mine. “A wee hour plan?”

He smiled as he pulled my hands to kiss, especially on the one with the broken arm.

We walked around The Royal Albert Dock, sharing memories and silence as we saw how the sky is changing one more time.

But I will keep the kiss he gives me, holding my face as he breathes slowly, as he keeps his eyes close.

Next morning we arrived and Max had a hard time eating everything on his plate, the perfect occasion for Mika to play with him a little bit more. 

“Delicious, right?” Mika asked him knowing Max is fighting to swallow his last bite. 

All eyes on the table, on him. She made us sit with her parents, next to him.

“Yeah.” He looks at me winking his eyes.

Like Max said, after we finish our breakfast he must go. He said goodbye carrying for the last time Conrad and kissed his forehead carefully.

“Take care of her.” Regan said, holding his hand. “She’s pure gold.”

“Don’t have to tell me.” Max said, holding his stare.

I’m stubborn, what can I say, even though I knew I had to take a cab to go back here, I refused to let him alone.

We arrived at the airfield where his jet was waiting for him.

I came out first as he picked up his bags, seeing a Sunday morning normal in Liverpool people coming and going along the street, some with bags, others meeting or saying goodbye to family and friends.

“Y/N?” My blood freezes and my body reacts, turning around so quickly that it makes me feel dizzy.

In front of me, a guy with dark hair, and a brown jacket is standing amused to see me.

“God, are you ok?” My breath is stuck on my throat and my heart is beating fast, when he touches my arm I hiss.

It isn’t the physical pain that makes me react, it’s the pain on my chest that makes my heart feel in pain every second.

“You’re pale, let me take you to the hospital.” My breathing is erratic and I feel I could cry at any minute. 

Until Max appears in front of me grabbing my face, taking the other hand away from me. “Hey, look at me, are you ok?” 

But my eyes instantly go back to the guy at his back, I want to hold Max, I want to hold him so tight, but I can’t move.

“Caleb.” It’s the only thing I’m able to whisper.

[frostieso]

A Not-So-Normal Saturday Evening

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Paring: Bakugou K. X Reader (reader's gender is never specified)

Type: Fluff

Summary: You and Bakugou barely talk. One day, while the rest of your classmates are out at the mall, you get into a small and pointless argument with your classmate, Bakugou, who turns out to not be as angry or bad as you think.

Warnings(?): Bakugou being himself, bit of bullying, swearing/foul language bc they're teenagers, Kats eventually getting comfortable with you, ngl a slow burn except y'all just become friends (if you squint hard enough you can see that this was intended to be romantic even tho it turned out more on the platonic side)

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It was a pretty calm and average day for a Saturday in the U.A. dormitory. Most of the class had gone out to the mall for the day. You, however, had remained at the dorm.

You honestly just didn't feel like going out anywhere today. You had promised the girls, specifically Mina since she had practically begged you to go, that you would promise to go out next weekend. But for today you would much rather be comfortable in your dorm room away from all the people and noise.

And apparently so did someone else.

Around 20 minutes after everyone who was going had left you made your way downstairs and into the kitchen to grab a little snack. You opened the cabinet below where the toaster was and kneeled down to looked through the contents. You must have been so caught up on reading the words on the side of the boxes of food because you didn't even notice that someone else had entered the kitchen area.

"What're you doing here?" An unfortunately familiar voice questioned with an annoyed tone.

You went to look up and over towards the voice but you had bumped your head on the roof of the cabinet.

"Ow.." You groaned and cursed quietly at yourself under your breath.

You stand up awkwardly and turn your head to face the spikey-haired blonde. His arms were crossed as if he was disappointed to see you here.

"Are you asking why I'm in the kitchen or why I'm here and not at the mall with the rest of our classmates?" You tilt your head slightly.

He grunts slightly. "Don't be smart with me, extra. It's not like you to stay back while the rest of the extras are out."

You shrug. You didn't really know why you stayed. A part of you had wanted to go but something deep down had held you back. You closed the cabinet and then walked over to the refrigerator and opened it.

Bakugou watched as you moved about the kitchen. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of you. You two haven't really talked since joining U.A., only when you both really had to like when training or with the whole class.

But no one-on-one time.

You groan and roll your eyes as you look in the fridge. You felt that if you stared hard enough that maybe something else would magically appear but unfortunately for you, that wasn't happening. You shut the fridge door and glance over to Bakugou.

"You wanted to grab something..?" You questioned as you had realized that he had been standing in the same spot in the kitchen for a little too long.

He must have also since his expression changed slightly which caused him to turn around.

"Forget it." He mumbled and started to walk away.

You watch as he walks away and eventually out of sight as he turns the corner. You immediately let go of a breath that you didn't know you were holding. I shake your head in an attempt to shake your thoughts. Usually whenever Bakugou talked he was loud, assertive, and just, well, Bakugou. But this interaction was different.

He wasn't loud, he didn't stomp, he was just...calm.

It was as if you simply just being in his presence, and only his, brought him to be sort of relaxed in a way.

It was odd seeing the normally angry blonde acting so calm that for a second it worried you. It took you a few seconds to process what had just happened.

.

.

.

You think for a few more seconds until you make up your mind. You then make your way out of the kitchen area and walk down the wall and around the corner. You head over to the elevator and push the button. Once it arrives, which only took a few seconds since Bakugou's dorm is on the second floor, you step in and then push the button for the second floor.

The elevator dings and the door opens. You step out of the elevator and then find yourself standing outside of Bakugou's door. You hesitate to knock.

Your mind races. "What should you say? Will he even answer? What if he yells at you? Is it even worth it?"

You eventually sigh and raise your hand to knock. You place your fist against the door and then knock a few times.

"Bakugou?" You ask.

You hear slight shuffling from inside and then an inaudible word which you swear was him cursing.

The door opens slightly after a moment, once he sees you he opens the door a tad bit more.

"You again? The hell do you want." He questioned as he stuck his hands into his pockets.

"Whatcha doing?" You question back in hopes of making small talk.

He looks at you for a minute before rolling his eyes. "Minding my damn business, extra. You should try it." He scoffs.

You click your tongue and sigh. "Right, well—"

"I'm not doing any favors for you shithead, so don't ask. I got enough to be doing right now as it is."

Before you can finish your sentence he cuts you off. You cross your arms. And shake your head in disbelief.

"You know what, fine. I was coming to try and talk and possibly hang out but since you want to be a jerk then I'll leave you be."

"The hell? No, don't walk away from me damn it."

He speaks and grabs you by your shoulder as you try to walk away. You turn around to face him again and so he removes his hand from your shoulder.

"If you wanted to hang out with someone then why the hell didn't you go to the mall with the rest of those shitty hair extras?" He quips.

"Forget it." You mock his voice from earlier.

He rolled his eyes. "Very funny."

You cross your arms again, getting defensive. This isn't how you had expected this conversation to go but here you both were, standing in the middle of the hallway bickering back and forth like children.

"I didn't feel like going, and what about you? You never hang out with our friends. What's your excuse?" You ask with an annoyed yet genuine tone.

He rolls his eyes once more.

"Those extras aren't my friends."

"Why not?"

"Huh?"

"We're classmates aren't we?"

"Well no shi-"

"Then why are you so distant from us? From me?"

He groans and goes quiet as you mention how he's distanced himself from you of all people. He doesn't mean too but... he can't help it. He's never been good with expressing his feelings. He had tried his best to shake away any and all thoughts about you but after that didn't work he just decided to ignore you and treat you like the rest. Another extra.

He rubs his temples.

"Why do you care so much?" He puts his hands back into his pockets.

Why do you care? You hadn't really thought about it this whole time while arguing. Or in general. There had been a few times where you, along with Kirishima, had tried to get Bakugou to participate with the rest of the class activities(you failed obviously) but you never really thought why you cared if he did or didn't show up. You didn't have an answer and he could tell.

He sighs and then glances in both directions of the hall and then back to you.

"Look," He groaned but this time was less annoyed, "how long do you think they'll be gone for?"

You shrug, and smile creeps onto your face as you think. "Who knows? Probably a few more hours since Mina is well, Mina."

"Why?"

Bakugou opens his mouth to speak but then closes it as if he's going to regret what he's about to say.

"You... we can hang out in your dorm for a few minutes I guess." He says with a more nonchalant tone, obviously trying to keep his cool.

A small smile tugs at your lips and you uncross your arms. "Are you being serious..?"

"Why the hell would I joke about that, extra."

"I...Okay, yeah, sure." You say with a loss of words. You definitely weren't expecting him to give in, especially so easily.

"Yeah, yeah, just don't tell anyone about this, you hear me? I swear to All Might that I'll beat your ass."

You can't help but smile.

He turns around to close his door and then back at you. "Stop staring at me like that, dumbass. Now let's go before I change my mind."

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A few minutes later you're both in your dorm. You're sitting on the edge of your bed while Bakugou is sitting in your office chair, or rather, what you like to call it, your spinning desk chair.

Believe it or not you two actually found something to talk about, and what was supposed to be a few minutes hanging out, turned into nearly two hours of just sitting and talking in your dorm. Sometime during that time Bakugou had moved from sitting on your chair by your desk to instead leaning up against your bedroom wall while sitting on your bed.

You two talked and talked for what seemed like ages but in a good way. But unfortunately, all things come to an end. While Bakugou was talking your phone buzzed. You reached over for your phone and unlocked it. It was a text from Momo letting you know that your classmates were on their way back.

Bakugou went quiet. "Lemme guess, extras are back?" He mumbles.

You shake your head. "Not yet, Momo said that they're on their way.."

You two make eye contact for a few seconds. You then realize just how close you two are.

You're sitting on your bed with your back against a pillow as you sit criss-cross with a pillow on your lap while Bakugou, who you've unconsciously started calling him Katsuki in the short time you've spent alone, is laying on his back next to you with his arms crossed behind his head as he looks up at you.

Silence tends to linger in the room for a little too long before Bakugou breaks it.

"Those extras always have bad timing." He groans.

And you've got to admit, the way that you can tell Katsuki is visibly annoyed by the fact that the others will be here soon is kind of cute.

"Well, it's not like we can't do this again." You say with a hint of hopefulness.

He glances up at you before sitting up and stretching. "Yeah, yeah. Well, I should get going." He then stands up and turns slightly to face me. He looks relaxed. Bakugou walks over to your bedroom door and turns the knob, opening the door.

"Is that a yes?"

Bakugou pauses for a second.

"Sure, dumbass."

Bakugou replies without turning to face you and then after a few seconds he continues out the door, closing it behind him.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it!!!🤍 This is my first time writing a fanfic here it so I'm sorry if you were expecting more with the ending. I'm not really a big fan of Bakugou(like at ALL)but I think he's fun to read abt and write for so yeah. I tried my best to keep him in character but unfortunately this was just a whole lot of yapping 😭

[linpunny]

NSFW ALPHABET LETTER B SNIPPET

Body part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Before reading be warned this is very Dessycoded and self indulgent but still wrote as a reader fic. I will never recover from this I am currently terminally ill for this man.

CW: Pet names (puppy, little one) , size kink, established relationship, shy bratty coded reader, slightly suggestive

Pairing: Taiju Shiba and fem!reader

*Reader has a kitty kat but no pronouns

Network: @enchantedforest-network

You peeped your head around the corner of the bedroom door as you walked down the hall heading to the living room, you knew he was in the bedroom changing and if you were lucky he wouldn’t notice you stealing a glance at his body. Specifically the large expanse of his back, the cross mural and the spiraling tattoos that shaped his broad shoulders. His back was always covered in crescent shaped love marks from the way you clung so tightly while he relentlessly pounded away at your pussy. The way his deltoids flexed when he took off his shirt in the most tantalizing lip biting way had you clenching around absolutely nothing.  The sight left you absolutely breathless, your whole body vibrating, pupils blown out, blood boiling, almost like you were having the longest drawn out full body orgasm. And all just from a glimpse of Taiju’s back. 

Standing in the middle of the shared bedroom with his back turned to you was Taiju and he had just begun to peel of his shirt, arms crossed in front of him, fingertips brushing the bottom of the black t-shirt. Your mouth fell open in awe as you drank in the sight, breath hitching as he pulled the fabric over his head, rippling muscles expanding and flexing in the most delicious manner. The marks from the previous night still raw and bright red. 

 You gulped back down your heart that had lunged into your throat, eyes trailing down his back in the most sinful manner as you took your lower lip in between your teeth to silence the whimper that almost left you. Even though the interaction had only lasted a few mere seconds you were watching in slow motion. 

Just as he finished taking off the shirt and tossing it into the dirty clothes you went to turn on your heel, quietly making your way to the living room but Taiju’s voice called out to you, “Little one, did you think I didn’t know you were staring at me? If you wanted to watch, all you had to do was ask.” While you couldn’t see the cocky smirk on his face you sure could hear it in his voice. “C’mere. Now.” his husky voice made your hot blood now run cold as you obediently stepped back into the bedroom, nippling your lip nervously as you stared down at the floor.

If you looked at Taiju now you would fold, crumble into yourself, giving him the satisfaction of having complete and absolute control over you. He easily could lead you along, making sure everything went the way he wanted. He knew you wouldn’t disobey at this point in the relationship. He demanded your obedience and you trusted him enough to give him that power. So when he cleared his throat and closed the distance you knew it would all be over as he hooked his thumb under your chin forcing you to look at him in those beautiful golden eyes that left you speechless. 

“You know I like when you're a good girl, so tell me why you were watching me change from the hallway?” The corners of his lips pulled into a smirk, fangs on full display as he watched you freeze on the spot. He knew the reason, Taiju was observant, he made sure to keep track of the smallest details like how your eyes always wandered to his back when he changed, or how you squeezed his biceps when you were about to cum, he even knew that you had a habit of picking at your nails when you felt nervous or uncomfortable. 

When you didn’t answer he tsk’d shaking his head in disapproval as he titled your face up, dipping down to meet you halfway until his lips were inches from yours. He answered the question for you, teasingly brushing his thumb across your lower lip as his other hand took purchase on your lower back, “Hmm, You like how strong I am, little one? You like my back and  shoulders? I know you like my biceps too, you don’t hide it very well. It turns you on doesn’t it?  Makes you wish you were clinging to me like you do every night in bed while I fuck you so good you cry?” He chuckled when you nodded in response, his hot breathing fanning over your lips as he claimed them with his, pulling you into a deep  kiss, the type of kiss that made your lungs burn as your lips melted against his. 

He pulled away right as you swiped your tongue along his lips boldly, denying you entrance as he grinned devilishly. He easily picked you up in his arms bridal style, your arms circling around his neck as he carried you to bed, crawling in to rest against the back of the headboard. He positioned you in his lap, your legs straddling his hips as he grinned down at the way your pupils expanded as you stared up at him with the cutest little pout playing on your lips as you tried to escape from his lap. 

“Don’t.” He growled out lowly, flashing his fangs to give you a warning. Taiju hummed when he felt your body relax as you gazed into his eyes meekly. You looked like his prey and he couldn’t help but tease you, as he grabbed both of your hands in his much larger ones,  bringing them both to his lips to softly kiss each knuckle  before placing them on his shoulders, his palms resting on top of yours as he dragged your soft hands down his chest stopping when you reached the peak of his chiseled abs.  “Go on, this is what you wanted right puppy?” He nudged your cheek with his nose, to get you to look at him again when you couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, his velvety voice making your ears burn as he spoke softly into the sweet spot on your neck that made a whine leave your parted lips, “I like when your hands are on me, keep going yeah? Show me how much you want me with those pretty lil hands of yours.” 

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🪱Weekly Tag Wednesday🪱

Thank you for the tags Macy @heymacy, Evie @energievie, Pie @gallapiech, Kat @mybrainismelted, Rory @roryonic

Kak @stocious and Keely @thepupperino 🥰 you all get a cookie: 🍪

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name: Sky 🪲

age: It's not my turn to have it.

location: Underwater in a nice cave.

top sheet, yes or no? English bed vocabulary will never not confuse me. Just give me a blanket.

how many stuffed animals do you own? A LOT. I'll have to count them one day. I collected them as a child and never got rid of them.

the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): My dog is Muri, which translates to "spree" or "fun", more or less. He got his name when he was being transported to our shelter. I don't know the exact reason, but I always thought it was because when he wags his tail, his entire body moves like a snake and that's "muris", so "funny", basically. My cockatiel is called Pogi. It stems from the word "pogácsa" which is this slavic/balkan/(Hungarian) puff pastry. Pogi is the shortened version of the word, and my brother named him.

favorite color: I only ever managed to narrow it down to four colors, black, blue, green and orange.

any tattoos? Ask me again in... [checks calendar] 7 days!

how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): Bag and pockets. I have my system.

the last movie you watched: The Ghost and the Darkness (1996) with @creepkinginc and @ian-galagher. It was fun!

how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 20-ish minutes.

favorite weather: That very specific one that happens around the end of September, when it's cool already, but still happy summer-y warm. Also rainy. And I love the snow.

relationship status: Single.

ice cream flavor of choice: Hmmm. Menthol+chocolate. It sounds weird, but it's lovely.

first fandom: Good question. Supernatural, I think?

how many books have you read this year? I have NO idea.

first 4 words of your last notes app entry: Paradicsom (tomato), olaj (oil), sajt (cheese), tojás (egg). Why isn't this in my shopping list folder though.

and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? No please, it was so hard to come up with this one (and I didn't do it alone, thank you Kaka for the input again :ianguestwomb:). Maybe murderbug. So creative, I know.

I cant believe how on time I am! Be proud of me please.

Tags below the cut, join if you wanna, if not, here, have some ice cream: 🍦

@ian-galagher @creepkinginc @transmickey @spacerockwriting @palepinkgoat

@jrooc @deathclassic @blue-disco-lights @spookygingerr @lee-ow

@look-i-love-u @sam-loves-seb @ms-moonlight-inn @lupeloto

@sickness-health-all-that-shit @sleepyheadgallavich @darlingian @transsexual-dandelions @mickittotheman and anyone I'm forgetting.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Hi Rose 💜 Weird question time! Do you have a favourite quote(s) from the series you've watched? Like, some sentence that got stuck in your head. I am looking at the empty wall in my room and feeling a very adult urge to just write something on it so I'm looking for inspirations.

No pressure though, it's just my head is completely empty and my memory is bad 😅

Hi Kat💜

So my memory is also terrible. A lot of the times I forget quotes really quickly. But I was thinking about this and going through the rolodex in my brain, and realized that I do remember lines from shows, but usually they aren't significant by themselves. Like for me it's a quote that brings me straight into the show again, like I'm seeing in my head and it's invoking the same feelings that I felt during the show. (also there's also the language thing, where I'm not always sure if I know exactly what they're saying so I'm always afraid of giving it weight for some reason)

Like for example. If I'm thinking of WDYEY, I think of onions, and chicken thighs. Specifically "I think I should use two chicken thighs", as said by Shiro. Because it makes me remember them instantly, and have the same feeling I had when I watched. Also lot of the times I think of bits of dialogue and not necessarily lines by itself. Like for instance in ULS when Hotae is talking to Donghee while cleaning and he says a bunch of things ending with something like "But that's all bullshit. Because when you can't endure something, then you just can't endure it."

So I don't know if these will help you, because although I think I could maybe put them on my wall or something, and it would be meaningful to me, I don't know if it would be the same for you.

But anyway, you asked and I will tell you some of my favourite lines, that I think of, when I remember certain shows. (these are from memory, so they might not be verbatim)

Light on me "Yesterday, today and tomorrow. I'll still be thinking about you" Shinwoo - this is of course an all time favourite.

Love Sick "It barely takes any time to fall in love, so why does it hurt so much to say goodbye?" Noh (I'm gonna stop at one with this one because I'd be here all day)

Gaya Sa Pelikula "Tell me a story Karl." & "I refuse to be a plot device that triggers somebody else's identity crisis only to be left alone in the end" & "Jesus is too forgiving to be a Capricorn" Vlad (yeah this show also had a lot that I like)

Kieta Hatsukoi "We don't have to be like everyone else" Ida

If it's with you "I think liking you might be good" Ryuji

Old Fashion Cupcake "Don't just be a part of my life. Please be my entire life" Togawa

To My Star "If it's too hard for you. I'll go to you." Seo Joon

We Best Love "Am I still the lucky one?" WBL 2 "You wanted to stay with me forever, but you didn't believe in my forever" Shu Yi

Theory of Love "Why Khai? Why are you still waiting" "I don't wanna love you anymore. It hurts" < I can hear this one in my head. Third

The Eighth Sense "I'm getting sick of wearing a mask" & "Let's try it together even if we're afraid" Jae Won (this one is another I'd have several)

Unintentional Love Story "I'll love you instead." Ji Won Young

I've not been able to really go look, because life, but I know I have more and if more come to me I'll let you know. I know there are a couple from kdramas I really like but for the life of me I can't remember them right now. The only one that comes to mind is from Navillera that it's just "Did you soar?" cause I get emotional just thinking about it.

Anyway since perhaps I'm not the best person for this particular thing, because I have a terrible memory and maybe because I'm more of a visual person when it comes to tv, I thought I'd open the floor to some people that might be able to help. So tagging some folks that might be able to contribute to your endeavour.

@lurkingshan @twig-tea @wen-kexing-apologist @bengiyo @hyeoni-comb (no pressure of course)

[shayandwildlifepack]

Been thinking about my life as Zuki a lot lately, so I'm gonna share some more shit about it. This is gonna be a long ass post, lol.

Class 1A was really close in my canon. We were a family [I would use the word pack]. There were 21 of us originally (everyone from the "actual" canon minus Mınət@ who didn't exist as far as I know, lol, and me and one other noncanon 'character' who's name is Hikari Kubo-Mori).

More stuff about how I got along with some other Class 1A students below

A bit after the dorms became a thing, Hitoshi Shinso joined our class. Now, I was always a bit of a 'nerd' when it came to quirks, lol. [Me and Izuku loved to analyze quirks together cause it's very interesting and just awesome to know more about quirks, lol.]

Anyway, I was very into quirk analysis, and Hitoshi's quirk was something that was very interesting and didn't really scare me (guess it comes with having a quirk that scared others and shit). So Hitoshi and I became friends pretty quick after they joined Class 1A cause I was also way more 'into' making friends at that point, lol. [I was also a part of the "I didn't come to make friends" club at first, lol]. Then, a bit later, I got adopted by Aizawa and Present Mic, who had adopted Hitoshi before me, so we became siblings.

I don't know why exactly I brought up Hitoshi first, besides the fact that he's my brother. But I'm gonna be moving on to others now.

Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku Midoriya, and I were all childhood friends. We were actually pretty close before Bakugo got his quirk, I got mine, and Izuku didn't get a quirk. [I'm not really going to go into the whole thing. Just know that for a while, none of us were really friends].

I re-became friends with Izuku at the end of our last middle school year (reminder that in my canon UA was a college type thing). Shit had happened before that made me realize shit. [I was never a bully, but I also never stood up for Izuku like I should've, I had my "reasons," but idc they were kinda dumb and shit but I was a dumb pup at the time].

A bit after the dorms happened, Bakugo found me on the roof of the dorms [don't go there, I liked it cause it was quiet and I could feel the wind on my wings and shit] and asked me a few questions that kinda suprised me at first. The main thing was asking about how it's like with a service dog, how to get over the feeling of not being good enough cause of needing a dog to help, how to deal with others when it comes to service dogs, and stuff like that. Turns out that in a session with Hound Dog, a service dog was suggested to Bakugo because of the training camp and everything. I told him the truth that I still had difficulty with all of the things that having a service dog brings/causes but that I loved Remo so much and was greatful to him. Me and Kats became friends again after that (I called him Kats because when I was younger [and could speak, so I was at least 7], I had trouble with his name so I called him Kats instead).

If you notice, I use both Bakugo and Kats for him, and that's cause I did then as well, lol.

Me and the rest of the Dekusquad that I haven't mentioned already [who I have mentioned already is just Izuku and Hitoshi].

The Dekusquad was mainly known to be: me, Midoriya Izuku/Deku, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu/Tsu, Kubo-Mori Hikari, and Shinso Hitoshi [last names then first names]. Though we also had Yaoyorozu Momo, Tokoyami Fumikage, and Aoyama Yuga.

Some people I use last names more and some I use first names more. It's mainly based on how close I was to them specifically and which is easier for me. Like with Momo, it's easier with her first name than her last name, lol. But it's easier for me to use Tokoyami rather than their first name.

Now, with the Bakusquad, lol.

The Bakusquad was: Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, and Jirou Kyouka.

I already talked about Kats. So, with the rest of the Bakusquad, I was pretty close with all of them. I was not as close to Sero, not for any reason, I just didn't hang with him a lot.

Despite being close to Jirou, I tend to use her last name cause it's easier for me, lol. Same with Kiri.

Mina and Denki were the first of the Bakusquad to give me permission to use their first names, which is what I mainly use for them.

It terms of the overall class [not including Izuku and Bakugo ofc], the first one to give permission for their first name/a nickname to be used to me was actually Hikari, the second is ofc Tsu.

There are definitely people I didn't mention here. It's not cause of any reason, I've just already gone on for a while, so this is it for this post for now. I'll probably reblog if I want to add anything later, lol.

- Zuki Shay Lupo (They/it/hx)

[eyeballth3vampire]

Ok so, since I keep seeing no one talk abt her uh… don’t mind me, I’mma just rant abt Cherri bomb and stuff bc why not >:]

Cherri Bomb imo, should’ve had A LOT more to her design and I mean A LOT

Now although Cherri’s design is not as bad as the others (well her Design is decent ‘ish but just rarely), ever since I first saw her design I always felt underwhelmed by her design especially now.

There isn’t really much to say other than the usual colors blend in problem and such

But imo I find this redesign to be quite lazy because this literally just her design in the Addict Video, and I just wonder, why? Could viv not think of anything creative when redesigning her after the addict video? I ask bc there is literally so many ways viv could’ve made Cherri’s design to look very cool and unique! Like yea, I know this is viv who we’re talking Abt and her creativity can only go oh so far BUT STILL!!!

“But Kat! What could viv add/change Cherri’s design to make her more ‘unique’?? After all you can’t change perfection-“

DON’T. TEST ME.

Like I said there are literally MANY GODDAMN WAYS viv could’ve made her design more unique! Infact, I can literally share some ideas I have / things that would’ve made her design better

1. Literally changing her Outfit.

Like do I even have to explain????? Her outfit is absolutely hideous and imo doesn’t suit her like AT ALL. Her Outfit is literally a bunch of ripped clothes with the most atrocious colors I’ve ever seen. Her outfit would’ve honestly been more cooler if she had Punk attire! It would Honestly fit with her personality really well! Like REALLY REALLY well! And if viv doesn’t know how to design characters with punk attire then there are LITERALLY endless amounts of references of punk outfits that viv could use when she was designing Cherri and these images are not just any references of punk fashion but rather punk fashion that was LITERALLY FROM THE 1980S!!! Y’know, THE ERA SHE DIED IN??

HECK, THIS OLD REDESIGN I DID OF CHERRI (that I plan on updating after I finish making this post with a bunch of other redesigns I’m doing) CAN LITERALLY BE AN EXAMPLE ON HOW PUNK CAN FIT CHERRI’S PERSONALITY REALLY WELL!!

LITERALLY THESE ALT OUTFITS SHE WORE IN HER LONG GONE INSTA ACCOUNT ARE ALSO GREAT EXAMPLES OF THAT TOO!

If viv used one of these outfits as her main one that would’ve been fine too! Like yea I would at first question why viv chose one of these outfits but other than that I wouldn’t be as pissy as I am with what we got bc it fits her character.

2. Make her have doll elements or som idk

Ok. I know what y’all are gonna say.

“Kat. Why do you want Cherri Bomb to be a doll? Velvet’s literally right here.”

Uh huh, I know that but like hear me out on this

I feel like Cherri being a literal doll could honestly work imo! Heck, if Cherri was a doll, the weird anatomy she has can literally go in viv’s favor! Since dolls most of the time don’t really have realistic bodies, like literally look at this thing if ya don’t believe me

But jokes aside, I do genuinely think it would be an awesome idea! I mean there are literally many dolls out there (even dolls from her era too), that viv can use as references if Cherri was gonna be a doll too! Cherri can literally be a punk rebellious version of Barbie for all I care (I mean like cmon are you gonna tell me that wouldn’t be so cool?)

She doesn’t even have to be specifically a doll either if viv didn’t want make her one, she can literally be an action figure too! (Unfortunately I can’t show anymore images bc I’m a the limit for adding photos in one post but hopefully you get idea)

3. GIVE HER A DIFFERENT FUCKING COLOR PALETTE FOR FUCKS SAKES!!11!1!

Blah blah blah Cherri’s palette as mentioned before in this post sucks!

But the thing that bugs me most in her color palette is literally the gradients in Cherri’s hair

Like every time I saw Cherri pop on screen in the hh pilot (and I do apologize if I sound dumb), the gradients on her hair would change ALOT to the point it kinda felt inconsistent…

The only time the gradients in Cherri’s hair felt consistent was in the addict video but that was only bc viv had to LITERALLY SIMPLIZE her hair so the animators wouldn’t have an hard time animating her god damn hair (kinda wished she did the same with the rest of the designs but oh well)

And that’s all I could think of (for now), if anything I can prob just make reblog to add on to this post, Uh Ty for reading this critical rant post thingy I have going on, I’mma go to bed it’s literally 3am for me rn at the time of making this and uh idk bye ig

[no-shxme]

did a talsett req (YAYAYYAYAYY thanks for requesting talsett omg) as a warmup but it turned out pretty long afdkldsfj

prompt was talon introducing sett to katarina but i did kinda twist it into it's own thing, also set in a modern au. thank you for the insp!

In hindsight it’ll be funny, but for Talon that might take a couple years. Sett will laugh about it by next week, because he’s unbothered, but stuff that’s easy for him is hard for Talon. Like being the center of attention or reaching the top shelf where all the biggest bowls are. Talon’s sleeping when Katarina comes, or he’s trying to. He’s laying in bed when she shows up, half-awake and thinking about nothing but the sound of the frying pan from the kitchen. Talon had barely slept last night, and even now he’s close but not close enough. The room is too bright and everything is fuzzy, so he doesn’t pay much attention to anything except when Sett calls, “Hey—Tal—”

His tone is funny, Talon can’t tell exactly what it is. He sits up and scrubs the crust from his eyes.

Sett will describe, later, how he’d been cooking when she’d let herself into the apartment. She hadn’t knocked or rung the bell, since she has her own key. Sett’s ears barely had time to swivel before she was standing in the entryway, staring at him in his boxers.

“Who the fuck are you?” 

Talon’s thought about how he’d introduce Sett, but not seriously. Maybe Sett could just be his little secret that no one else has to know about. He’s not ashamed of him, Talon’s just bad at sharing. But none of his scenarios had involved Katarina suddenly finding out on her own, so when they’re all standing in the kitchen he has no idea what to say or what to do. Sett turns off the stove and waits there awkwardly with his pan.

“Talon—” Katarina says, and points at Sett. “Who’s this?”

Talon swallows thickly. His mouth is dry. “That’s Sett,” he says.

“Hey,” Sett offers carefully, waving the spatula. “Heard about you.”

“Talon—I’m—” Katarina seems genuinely flustered. She stomps over and grabs his wrist. “Let’s have a chat.”

She drags him back to the bedroom and shuts the door and Talon watches her survey the room in dismay, noticing how there’s two phones on the nightstand, and a few extra pairs of shoes scattered on the floor. Katarina’s smart, she turns around.

“Talon. What?” 

The question isn’t specific enough so Talon says nothing.

“Are you dating him?” Katarina asks.

Talon nods. Kind of.

Kat makes an unidentifiable noise. “How long have you been dating? You never told me?”

“Almost a year,” says Talon.

“I’m gonna strangle you,” Kat says. “Talon he’s—” she raises her hand far up above Talon’s head, as if measuring his height. “How?”

Talon frowns. “What.”

“Tal.” She spins in a circle. “Garen and I, we’re like, a match.”

He stares at her.

“Like visually,” she says. “It’s—I’m not calling you ugly, Tal, but—he’s—”

Talon looks down at his feet. He wishes she’d never shown up. He’s too tired for this. “But he wants me.”

“Is he rich? Are you sure he doesn’t want your money?” Kat hisses, exasperatedly.

He pushes her away. “Stop.”

“Talon, I’m worried about you.” She sighs, exasperated. 

“You don’t even know him,” Talon snaps.

“Oh I wonder why!” Kat throws her hands up. “I decide to visit my little brother and find a complete stranger in his underwear.” 

“He’s my boyfriend,” Talon snaps, out of spite. “Why are you here?”

“It’s your adoption day tomorrow, remember?” 

Talon blinks at her. He’d completely forgotten. “Oh,” he mutters.

“Everythin’ okay?” Sett asks, on the other side of the door. 

No, Talon thinks. My sister doesn’t trust my judgment. She doesn’t understand all the care Sett’s taught him, or the ringer that Talon put him through just to let Sett keep him.

“I wanna put on a shirt,” Sett adds, and Talon can picture the way his ears must be folded back.

He wrenches open the door and steps past Sett into the hall. Katarina stares at him, and Talon knows she must be comparing them, trying to fit them together like a puzzle, even though they never matched up to begin with. Sett and him are not typical. They don’t fit the same way others do.

“Listen bucko.” Katarina pokes Sett in the middle of his chest. “I don’t know what your deal is, but if you mess with him—” 

Sett is flat against the wall, looking down at her. “Uh-huh,” he says, and his gaze flickers to Talon’s and back.

“I’ll fucking gut you,” she threatens. “You’ll wish you were never born.”

“Uh—” Sett starts. “You sure you’re not related by blood?”

She pokes him one more time for emphasis and stalks past Talon down the hall. “Be ready tomorrow, Tal. You’ve got so much explaining to do.”

Sett’s ears twitch back when the front door slams.

After another minute Talon shuffles over to lean his forehead against Sett’s chest, and Sett pats his shoulder reassuringly.

“You slept yet?” he asks.

“No,” Talon mumbles. Sett cups his cheek and kind warmth bleeds from his palm. 

“Go lay down,” he reassures. “I’ll be there after I clean up.”

Talon gladly obeys. He curls back up under the blankets, letting his brain go fuzzy again. Maybe Kat’s just mad that Sett is taller than Garen. He’ll ask tomorrow. She doesn’t get it. She doesn’t have to.

[thursdayygrrrl]

hairstyles and revelations

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characters: cassie howard x gn!reader (they have hair long enough to style)

genre: very very very slight angst if you squint, mostly fluff, kinda idiots in love, first kiss

summary/excerpt: Maddy, Kat, and BB were supposed to be there but they all ditched. Maddy said she was going to be with Nate (which you thought was a lie since you all knew they weren’t on speaking terms at the moment, but you just let her go anyway because you didn’t want to put up with a fight). Kat said she had “things to do” and didn’t elaborate further while BB just ghosted. Leaving you and Cassie alone.

word count: 2,011

a/n: idk how to feel abt this ole draft but i thought it wouldn’t hurt to post since someone might wanna read it. also, the title sucks, it’s a bit self-indulgent, and it isn’t proofread (english isn't really my first language pls bear with me) so... don’t expect too much but happy reading anyways!

You and Cassie were in your room and you were nervous out of your mind. You had a small crush on her when you first met, but you were sure it was a superficial attraction solely based on looks. Once you spent more time with these girls, you weren’t quite sure if your crush on the blonde was still superficial. You could tell by your heartbeat and the million thoughts that were flooding your head.

One does not get this nervous when hanging out with a friend. Or at least a friend who you were pretty sure you were good at faking your feelings in front of.

Maddy, Kat, and BB were supposed to be there but they all ditched. Maddy said she was going to be with Nate (which you thought was a lie since you all knew they weren’t on speaking terms at the moment, but you just let her go anyway because you didn’t want to put up with a fight). Kat said she had “things to do” and didn’t elaborate further while BB just ghosted. Leaving you and Cassie alone.

When you hung out with her, it was always in a group setting. You thought she had discovered your crush on her and didn’t want to be around you alone because it made her uncomfortable.

You got the memo. It’s happened before, with your former “friends”.

You let that thought pass while scrolling through Netflix, trying to choose a movie to watch. She took in your room through her eyes. You didn’t know it, but she was trying to capture every tiny detail of you. Every poster up on your walls, every trinket on your bedside table, every book on your shelves. She wanted to know more than just the surface, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask you. Instead, she settled with silently admiring you from afar.

You position yourself and the laptop on your bed and finally clicked play on something.

When she hears it start playing, she makes her way over and sits next to you. You hand her a pillow while she asks you a question.

“What are we watching, Y/N?” 

“Bodies Bodies Bodies.” 

“Cool.” 

She nods. Both of you are unsure what to do now, so you let the movie fill the awkward silence that took over. You decide to calm down. Or at least try your best to do so. With that, you let yourself pay full attention to the movie despite having already seen it before. 

You don’t notice Cassie catching glimpses of you. She takes in your eyes, the curve of your cheek, the pinkness of your lips, and your silky hair. Specifically, the way it lays and flows, how you unconsciously play with it, and how you never seem to do anything with it. The most “done-up” your hair had ever been, at least to her, was during the winter formal. It was curled, made to frame your face. Simple, understated, and perfect. She couldn’t look away from you that night, and neither can she now.

When the movie hits a lull, you finally look at Cassie, only to catch her staring right at you.

“Woah, why are we… Do I have something on my face?” 

“Um, no, I was just—just looking at you.” 

She sounds flustered as she looks away, averting her gaze from you to your sheets

“Okay. May I ask why?” 

“It’s just, I think your hair looks good like all the time.” 

“Oh. Tha—” 

You didn’t know she paid that much attention to you. 

She cuts you off. A habit of hers you’ve grown fond of.

“Not saying that you should always be styling it or whatever. You should do what makes you comfortable and all but,” She hesitates. “I can’t help but think of braiding it.” 

“Huh?” 

“You know those braids we have during pep rallies and games? I do those and I wanna see what they look like on you.” 

You knew, you even saw her do Maddy’s hair before these events. Some of those braids looked intricate. You vividly remember thinking that Cassie was good with her hands. 

God, you need to get your mind out of the gutter. 

The thought of her hands running through your hair always seemed enticing. You’ll admit you fantasized about it sometimes. Maybe this would be a good way to grow closer to her. And, let’s be honest, you couldn’t say no to her.

“Sure, let me get a comb and some elastics.” 

You got up to find these items and sat in the middle of your bed once you had them. You rested your hands between your thighs, unsure of what to do with them now that you placed the supplies beside you. The mattress dipped as Cassie positioned herself behind you, on her knees to get a better view of the top of your head. She combed your hair to get rid of any tangles and parted it down the middle with gentle fingers. Then she got to work, setting aside the left portion of your hair to work with the right one first. You began to speak, letting the dialogue of the movie serve as background noise.

“I like hanging out with you, Cassie.” 

“Me too, Y/N. Thanks for having me over even without the others.” 

You waved her off to indicate that she didn’t have to thank you. 

“Are you liking the movie?” 

In truth, Cassie was only paying attention to you.

“I am! I love Alice.” 

“She’s so funny, I love her!” 

Another silence, save for the movie. You decide to speak up again.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Why is it that we—um, we never hang out? Like just the two of us?” 

She doesn’t respond.

Shit. Fuck, shit, motherfucking shit. 

Sometimes, you really should think harder before speaking.

“Sorry. I don’t know why I asked you that. I—fuck, um.” 

You swore under your breath. It was all you could think to say. She snaps you out of yourself.

“Hey, no. It’s okay.” 

She pauses, takes a breath, and continues.

“You never asked before. And I thought you didn’t like me so I didn’t wanna force myself on you.” 

The thought of Cassie thinking you didn’t like her made you want to vomit. Because the truth was that you liked her so much, it made you want to scream. To fall off a balcony. To hit something with a baseball bat. To do stupid, cheesy, romantic things that she always wanted from whatever guy she was seeing. Stuff like posting each other on your Instagram stories, wearing matching outfits, calling each other “honeybunch” or some other cringe-worthy pet name.

“What?” 

You asked exaggeratedly, dragging out the last syllable like a sitcom character caught in a lie, in a vain attempt to disguise the nervousness in your voice. 

“Remember when we first met? I asked you what your name was and it took you. like, a full minute to respond. And the last time we were all together at Kat’s house, you didn’t wanna sit beside me even if it was the only spot left. And it’s not like we talk outside of the group all that much.” 

You were grateful that you weren’t face-to-face with her at that moment because your eyes were freakishly wide. You didn’t realize that she noticed how you avoided her and how awkward you were around her. Regaining some composure, you mumbled.

“Thought you wouldn’t notice that.” 

“Well, I did.” 

Against all better judgment, you decided to just tell her and get it over with. People take risks all the time. You convince yourself that another one wouldn’t hurt. You unconsciously brace yourself for whatever’s about to happen.

“I like you, Cassie.” 

“Yeah, I know. You already said that, Y/N.” 

She says. You can hear the slight smirk in her voice, which will always be one of your favorite sounds. 

“No, I said I like hanging out with you. What I mean now is that—is I like like you. As in I have a crush on you.” 

Cassie’s fingers stop moving. You thought your question was bad? Now you think you’ve gone too far, that you were too blunt, that you fucked up yet another friendship all because you caught feelings. She could rip your hair off your scalp and you wouldn’t blame her.

The silence from her was unbearable. You tried to pivot, moving to face her, but she held you still. Her grip on your hair remained firm, not allowing you to turn around.

“Wait, don’t move. I don’t wanna have to redo this.” 

“But—” 

She interrupts you again. Using your words, she confesses. The words come out in a whisper.

“I like like you too, Y/N.” 

Now, it’s your turn to fall silent. You blink dumbfoundedly as it sinks in. 

“Wait. You—you’re lying.” 

She finishes up, securing your hair neatly with an elastic. You could feel the slight pressure on your scalp. Cassie moves her hands to the other side. 

How is she still so calm about this? 

"I’m not! I really do like you. And that’s why I respected your decision to not be with me outside of the group.” 

“The only reason I didn’t make moves to talk or hang out with just you is because I thought you already knew I had a thing for you and you got weirded out or something!” 

She couldn’t help but laugh at the incredulity of your shared predicament, especially at all the awkwardness the two of you could have avoided if only one of you were brave enough to have confessed earlier. You joined her in this laughter.

“What?” She asks, puzzled and in between giggles. “There’s no way I’d ever get weirded out by you, Y/N. I thought you would be the one weirded out by me. The dumb blonde cheerleader…” She trails off.

“Oh, god, no! There’s no way I ever thought that about you, Cassie. I mean, you’re—you’re thoughtful, attentive, smart, funny…”

She tried to stop herself from smiling so wide while she fussed with your hair. You trail off.

What was that word again? 

“You’re ethereal,” you whispered.

Found it.

She had heard all sorts of words from guys before, but it never felt real. It was as if they were reading from a script. But hearing it from you was the only way it felt genuine. She could tell you were speaking from the heart. You made her feel seen.

The absence of her fingers was your cue to turn around. Once you do, the both of you bashfully avoid each other’s eye contact. 

The air felt charged, You knew you had to do something, anything, so you begin to tilt your face to see her. But she cuts you off. Her lips crash into yours in a messy but passionate kiss.

This must be a dream.

Your right hand rests on her thigh as the other one pinches your own. The sensation serves to prove that this is, in fact, not a dream.

She keeps going, the desperation in her movements almost like a plea to explore you. You allow her to take the lead. She loosely wraps her arms around your neck while yours are now around her waist. She pulls away, both of you breathing heavily and warm all over. She whispers.

“I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time, Y/N.”

You look into her eyes, pleadingly, for a sign that this is real.

You look and all you can see is the love she has for you. It’s practically pouring out of her. You hope she sees the same from you because, by god, you feel it bursting through you. She continues.

“I’m so glad we’re friends but I’d be lying if I told you that I want us to stay like that. Just friends.”

This time, you beat her to it.

“If you’re asking me to be with you, Cass, then my answer is yes. It will always be yes.”

[askthewitchhunter]

[[ OOC: check under the cut for more info. ]]

[ ...UPDATE COMPLETE! ]

[ BZZZT— BZZZT. ]

[ RING-RING! RING RING! ]

[ RING-RING! RING-R— ]

[ ... ]

"Mrr... He's been quiet for weeks."

"Right..."

"I hope we hear something back from him."

"Me too... He hasn't even fought Drake."

"Mrr, really?"

"Yeah."

"That's... very uncharacteristic of him."

[ CREAKKKK... ]

"Why on earth are— Oh... It's you two."

"Prester! Mrrah– We've been worried about you!"

"..."

"Even Drake's pointed out that you haven't been around."

"Why would that boneheaded wretch—"

"Are you... doing okay?"

("You look like a mess." "Mrr... Winfred, he probably doesn't want to hear that!" "But it's the truth.")

"I'm..."

"..."

"Fine... I'm fine. Just—"

"?"

"Give me a few minutes. Let me make myself presentable."

[[ OOC: okay, okay, i know. i essentially just took off in the middle of nowhere and stopped posting for like... a month. i'm sorry. i had to work on some things mentally!

[[ i didn't like how i had prester's backstory, so i decided to take a few steps back and rewrite it. now that i'm confident with what i have, i can finally post this and start most of it over lmao. ]]

[[ me and a friend (@artdragon122) have been working on this specific au on-and-off for a while, and that's why you see kat and winfred (and mentions of drake) here. they're his ocs after all. they won't be characters you can ask questions to (for the time being), but you can ask ABOUT them. i'm not stopping you. ]]

[[ but that's all really. prester just took a month-long update sequence and now he's back. ]]

[protect-namine]

Hi.... If you don't mind me asking, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series/games/etc) and your top 10 favorite characters from any media ? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this questions....

sure, thanks for asking! my top favorite characters don't necessarily correspond to my top favorite media so it's great we're differentiating them.

top 10 favorite media (in no particular order):

never let me go by kazuo ishiguro (novel) — this one is a slow burn, a bit heartbreaking. I still don't know how to describe the feeling the story left me with. it's like... contemplative, and bittersweet? there is also a movie version as well; watch it if you want to see andrew garfield screaming.

orpheus and eurydice (greek myth) — what can I say? it's tragic, but the love was there. it's tragic because there was love. I like any media that touches on their story. hadestown is probably the most popular, but I'd like to recommend eurydice by aucoin and ruhl.

the good place (tv show) — funny, genuinely good story, has a lot of heart. love kristen bell in it. there's also a podcast from the cast talking about the behind the scenes.

you're the worst (tv show) — tbh I think it's just because one of the characters reminds me of my ex, so some of the scenes felt extremely personal lmao. also, I watched the season 3 finale during a breakup, which is the worst time to watch that scene. but it's genuinely a fascinating show about "terrible" people getting into relationships. tackles some heavy topics, has some dark humor. season 4 was kind of a mess, but the way they ended this show in season 5 is exactly how I think it should've ended.

the world ends with you (video game) — the ideal way to experience this game is to play it as a teenager or young adult, like specifically at that age range (but later on is fine too).

nier automata (video game) — love when video games talk to me (the player). love games whose story can only exist as a game. did you know you can go through the amusement park level without killing a single machine except for the boss fight? also, there's a youtube video of the english voice actors reading the concert script.

gravity rush (video game) — it's a shame the studio behind this was shut down. it was such a unique game to me, and the world building is fascinating. falling around as kat and exploring the world felt relaxing and fun.

shinsekai yori (anime/novel) — this was originally a novel (there's a translation here) but I first experienced it through the anime adaptation. it's not the kind of story that's my favorite because I watched it a bunch of times. I only watched it once or twice, but the story still stayed with me, and it made me contemplate on the consequences of empathy. I watched it at the same time as psycho pass, and tbh I think that's a pretty good way to watch it. you appreciate both series more when comparing them. the novel translation I linked is pretty good too.

dishonored (video game) — 11/10 art direction, stealth mechanics, world building. it's just a really fun game. I wish fortiche (studio that animated the arcane series) could make a dishonored animation, but alas

link click (donghua) — might be recency bias since I'm currently obsessed with this show, although I've been watching it since 2021. but it's such a fun... experience, I would say? the story itself is great, but the experience of engaging with it makes me feel like johnny truant from house of leaves sometimes. idk, I'm kinda insane about this show atm. but I think that's the ideal experience; you gotta be insane about this show to get the most out of it

top 10 favorite characters (in no particular order)

edmund and lucy pevensie (chronicles of narnia, c.s. lewis) — technically cheating since this is two characters. whatever. they're the heart of this series, to me

emma woodhouse (emma, jane austen) — tbh I need to read more austen books besides emma and pride and prejudice. but emma is really so wonderfully flawed and entertaining. she thinks she's soooo clever. I like that about her. also this book is such a delight because it's just a bunch of characters who think they're clever at the regency era social game. plus the movie version stars anya taylor-joy. she's great. I love her

namine (kingdom hearts) — she's in my url, after all. re:com was actually my first kh game. kh can't end without sora thanking her

kisa tachibana (jack jeanne) — otome heroine, but it's important to realize that I think she's a weird theater girl (affectionate) who heavily uses avoidance (through theater!) as a coping mechanism. you will not get this from the game except for like, one scene. there are some hints of this in the side materials. but yeah this is like. a very specific interpretation of her, probably not even the intended interpretation for her. also, she's got gender thoughts that I wish she'd interrogate for herself, but she won't, but that's what also makes her interesting imo

shen yuan (svsss) — if there's ever a guy you'd want to put their brain under a microscope, it's him

cheng xiaoshi (link click) — studio lan researched how to create "sincere guy you'd want to protect" and perfected it in cheng xiaoshi. big heart, an actual angel. but he's actually really clever, if people would just let him exercise that cleverness

kaneki ken (tokyo ghoul) — another character whose arc is "kindness leads to tragedy." hm. (also: I like haise and his relationship with arima. this is important for you to understand what I like about kaneki)

lelouch vi brittania (code geass) — I was this close to putting cg in my top 10 media list, especially for the poetry of its ending. but tbh it's the characters that make it great. some aspects of the show did not age well. but anyway. he's one of the best characters to have been created in anime imo, but most people nowadays know him from the soup store meme

wanderer (genshin impact) — genshin's writing fluctuates in quality, but they truly knocked it out of the park with wanderer. and his story isn't even over yet! (he's got the albedo/durin plotline and dottore plotline to follow up on)

shuichi saihara (danganronpa V3) — (major spoilers for the game incoming) favorite dr protagonist. actually feels like I'm a detective when playing him. love the trust/doubt and truth/lie theme going on. dr protagonist who doesn't push for hope as the answer against despair. dr protagonist who lies and commits perjury in court. dr protagonist whose game plan was to ask everyone in the final trial to commit group suicide with him to end the danganronpa franchise. we don't know if he's actually a "real" person, or a scripted one. he's great, but you have to go through DR1 and SDR2 to truly appreciate him imo (you cannot play V3 as your first danganronpa game)

honorable mention to yin yu from tgcf. he couldn't make it to the top 10, but he's up there. tgcf is my least favorite of the three mxtx novels, but yin yu is one of the realest and most human characters mxtx has written, imho.

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Hi! I'm curious, what is it that you don't write about anymore because of people arguing about it in the fandom? I find it really sad that some people are so negative that they suck the fun and joy out of others as well 😮‍💨

Hey anon, appreciate you taking the time to message :)

While I totally get the curiosity (I'm a curious kat myself), I'll have to respectfully decline answering your question and won't tag or mention any specific characters, ships or anything concrete in this post.

I'm sorry, but I think that would just be adding to drama and negativity which is something I've always tried to avoid; yes, I'm human, I have emotions and opinions sometimes, but y'know. Trying to keep this space as chill and positive as I can.

Suffice it to say, there are some nasty attitudes I've come across one too many times, be it the bashing of certain characters, random stupid (I said what I said) infighting about how ships should and shouldn't be shipped, people being dismissive and sometimes outright nasty about new people joining communities, shit like that. And when that happens too often, well, the river of creativity runs dry. This is why certain fandoms are bleeding creatives, especially authors - just saying.

If anyone here can guess from what I'm saying in this post what I might be referring to - that's fine. Can't stop you. You can come vent to me in private if you want, but I'm turning off reblogs so nobody tags anything and would ask that nobody put any specifics in the comments either. Idk, I don't feel like being part of it today. Sorry to disappoint.

To end this off on a positive note though, don't worry about me. If I don't feel like actively writing for a ship/character/fandom at present, that can be a bit frustrating for me, but I'm pretty good at never losing my passion for the characters, ships and universes themselves. I just need a break from some things sometimes and let me tell you, in the meantime I already have other things that make me immensely happy to write.

One of which I'll go back to now, actually. Sorry for rambling, y'all take care and have a good one🖤

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🌦️, 🤪, and ❤️?

Sorry for getting to this so late, anon! Thank you bunches for sending these. This was fun lol.

Answering for my upcoming Sonic Boom centered Insert and fic.

🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why.

ANGST! Omg, so the premise starts as an isekai and since we're talking about Boom!verse here, it has those Adventure Time vibes where it is a gag-type story, meant to be funny and not taken very seriously but later hits you with a super serious plot (my goal at least). So the whole shifting worlds/dimensions thing could become its own creepypasta, and my character would get a lot of angst and psychological horror fics.

🤪: What is your trait that fanon would exaggerate?

Because Boom!verse exaggerates a lot of personality traits on purpose (example, making Eggman over the top funny whilst taking away his threat level), this question works out perfectly for my self insert. She would be written off as a tired, existential, "wine aunt" (although I do not drink wine, maybe coffee aunt? Idk). Like, "please God I just want to be alone", type of exaggeration but keeps getting forced into shenanigans.

Like this and holding a Kit Kat bar (kudos to an old friend of mine that drew this of me hahaha):

❤️: How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?

Eggman is one of my f/os anyway sooo. Idk, how I have it planned out, it's kinda obvious to the reader that they like each other and it's pinning but they’re idiots in the Boom!verse. So, if my insert was a canon character then it would probably become well known and get joked about a lot. For other universes like main!Eggman it would be popular with a specific set of people who like problematic relationships cause he's an evil guy, come on. There is a different flavor for everyone going on here though with the Kegg ship, due to the different versions of Eggman and my insert.

‘Imagine Your S/I Was Canon…’ Self-Ship Asks