#like I only looked at the fandom a little but if I interacted I would’ve been torn to SHREDS for liking him

[grimmweepers]

— ☆ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝚰𝐎𝐒𝚰𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝚰𝐋𝐋𝐒

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve seen lucifer’s demon form but you can’t shake the feeling that’s it’s not all he is. what if there was something darker beneath his beautiful visage? you ask to see more but lucifer warns you it may be too much for mortal eyes. as he slowly unveils the facets of his true self, you wonder if you can love something incomprehensible? and more importantly, can it love you back?

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: OM!LUCIFER x GN!reader, SFW but slightly suggestive, DARK ROMANCE ♥️, HORROR ELEMENTS, implied sex but no smut, established relationship but in the earlier stages, light angst, celestial war mention, he calls you ‘my dear’, demon x human, monster romance(?), ik my title is ‘curiosity kills’ but i promise no one dies 2.0k wc. | masterlist

𝐚/𝐧: woo! my first fic for 2025. halloween is long gone but spookyookyooky vibes are forever. i haven't written for lucifer (or the obey me fandom) since 2021 so please be kind! i love when artists draw the demons as monster-like so it inspired me to write this

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

They say curiosity killed the cat but nobody ever warns you what happens when the thing you seek is something you love. Sometimes curiosity doesn’t just kill, it pulls you into the depths and reminds you that some paths were never meant to be tread at all. 

You knew Lucifer’s demon form. Every time he brought it out, you couldn’t miss it. No one did. Those horns curling from his head, those raven wings that stretched with an elegance befitting for the pride incarnate, the diamond birthmark adorning his forehead. He looked every inch the fallen angel. Dangerous. Powerful. But still akin to something recognisable. Something human. That was what you thought his “demon form” meant, or at least the extent of it. 

But the closer you got to him, emotionally, physically—you started to suspect there’d be more. This was Lucifer, after all. The same Morning Star who watched the Celestial Realm itself fracture, the one who waged war and defied his own Father for his sister’s sake. Of course, there would be layers to him, parts that are hidden beneath polished veneers that he might not want you to see.

The revelation came gradually, though not accidentally. He’d never risk an accident with something like this. It wasn’t just about protecting you, it was also about managing what it would mean for him to be fully seen.

It began one night in his room. His usual form was already on display, horns casting long shadows on the walls as his wings arched lazily behind him. You were comfortable with this version of him, so much so that you’d leaned into his shoulder, tracing his horns absentmindedly as he read aloud from some aged, prodigious book. The question had been on your mind but you didn’t realise what you’d said until the words were out of your mouth. 

“Is there more?” You asked concretely.

He stilled, halting his finger mid-sentence against the page. “More?” his voice was neutral like always. 

“Of… this,” you gestured vaguely at him. “Your form. You expect me to believe this is the Avatar of Pride’s only face?”  

The jest was meant to lighten the mood, but he didn’t laugh. Instead, he closed the book and turned his gaze on you. His eyes burned a little brighter—sharper. “What you see now is what I allow you to see. There are parts of me not meant for human eyes,” he said softly. 

“So you’ve locked those parts away?”

“Not locked,” he corrected you. “Contained. Managed.”

That should have been the end of it but you couldn’t let it go. Not after seeing a flicker of hesitation in his face. Or perhaps it was fear. So you would’ve let it go until you wondered: 

What could possibly unnerve Lucifer?

———

The first time he showed you, it was brief. Something of a test. 

“Don’t move,” he instructed, “and don’t look away.”

You stood in his study, your heart pounding as he stepped back, seeing his usual form dissolve into something more. His wings expanded, shifting like spilled ink on water. His horns lengthened, spiraling like gnarled roots of an oak tree, and his skin took on a strange sheen, as though it couldn’t decide whether it was flesh or something far older. 

But it was his eyes that terrified you. The whites were gone, replaced by an endless, tormenting black. You felt like you were being pulled into them, swallowed by the power of something vast and unknowable.

However, there was also heat that felt familiar, pressing into you like his breath fanning over your skin in the dead of night, when his hands explored every crevice on your body. This form, alien as it was, still carried the same possessive hunger. You had to grip onto the edge of a nearby table to steady yourself.  

And then, as quickly as it came, it receded. His wings folded back, his horns shrank and his eyes returned to that familiar crimson. “Enough for tonight,” you were assailed by the sound of his shoes clicking against the hardwood as he made his way to you. 

Something, he thought, was not quite right. You were shaken, yes, but not disturbed. He had expected you to avert your eyes, to flinch or look away lest the weight of his true form crush your sanity. Yet you watched him with defiance in your expression and more unsettling still, he found himself watching you back. What was it that kept you here? What had driven you to face something so unnatural and still hold your ground?

———

The second time was different. 

You were sitting at the edge of his bed with your legs tucked beneath you. His shirt hung loosely on your frame as the scent of him clung to the fabric. Much like other nights, you’d spent this one wrapped around each other until exhaustion claimed you both.

Lucifer suddenly tugged at his shirt and after your eyes fell on him, you felt something gnawing in your stomach. But you were surprised when he only asked with a casual cadence, 

“Do you trust me?”

You nodded like it was perfectly normal to place your earnest trust in a demon like him. You’d already given yourself to him in every way that mattered, baring your soul just as he had bared his body to you time and time again.

Fond with your answer, he stood up and smiled. “Then close your eyes.”

When you opened them, the world felt…wrong.

What you saw had to have been a dream-picture because his form was towering enough to barely fit the space and his wings no longer looked like they belonged to anything earthly. The feathers were shifting, like they had been replaced by shards of black glass catching onto nonexistent light. His horns gleamed like molten metal and his face wasn’t entirely his. It was flickering between the Lucifer you knew and something you couldn’t name but felt in the deepest part of your being. 

The diamond on his forehead began to glow, its light blotting shapes in all angles. And then it split, revealing a vertical slit of an unblinking eye that stared into you—not at you, but into you, through you.

Somewhere in between you must’ve hauled yourself onto the floor and stumbled back because your knees were not on the mattress anymore but on wood. A pressure built in your chest but you simply couldn’t look away.

Lucifer didn’t speak, he just watched you like before but this time you felt as though every secret you’d ever buried was laid bare. It wasn’t until he eventually spoke your name that you realised you were crying.

“Breathe,” he said, kneeling before you. His voice was echoing like it was coming from inside you. “I told you it wasn’t meant for human eyes. We can stop.”

“It’s okay, it’s just…a lot,” you said, trembling but not from the cold.

He approached you, his hand eerily warm against your cheek as he wiped your tears and helped you to your feet. “You’re doing better than most would. I’m proud of you.” 

“Does it ever hurt?” you swallowed hard, like there was rough rope lodged down your throat. The change was not as graceful as you thought it would be. It came ripping out of him like it was something he constantly suppressed. 

“No,” you heard a break of vulnerability in his display. “But it can be lonely.”

“Lonely?” 

“It is a grave reminder that demons exist to fear. Sometimes to worship. But never to love.”

Never to love because defending love was what made him this way.

Once respite had settled, a look of sullen reflection had overcome Lucifer’s face, wondering if this left you with little desire to see more. 

———

Before the third time came, he warned you about the strain it might put on your mind, “This time might be dangerous.” But you insisted and he remained cautious. 

When it happened, it wasn’t in the confines of his room but outside, beneath the yawning void of the Devildom’s starless sky. He told you it would be safer this way. For both of you.

His transformation hit you like a violent wind. Lucifer didn’t just change, he expanded uncontainably into something monstrous, his body shimmering like a dark mirage. His horns were jagged spires, sharp enough to cleave through the Celestial Palace itself and you couldn’t see where his wings ended and began—only that they were folding and unfolding like obsidian knives. 

Then, there was his mouth that stretched wider than it should have, revealing rows of teeth too sharp, too numerous. They weren’t made for smiling, they were meant to tear and consume, a predator’s maw lurking beneath his visage. And his eyes—or the absence of them—were blackened husks whilst the unblinking eye on his forehead sat like an all-seeing sigil. 

Shadows pulsed into your vision, pooling at your feet and reaching for you like they knew your name. The sheer magnitude of Lucifer’s form left you breathless. If this was the strength of someone who served second to Diavolo, then what maddening power must the Prince of the Devildom truly possess? And beyond even that, the Demon King himself—origin of all darkness. The thought had chills coiling around your spine and you thanked the Heavens he was resting in his indefinite slumber. 

Yet strangely, in all that horror, there was beauty. Lucifer’s voice called to you like a melody and his vibrating presence, for all its terror, might have even felt soothing. It was magnificent. 

“Are you afraid?” he asked from everywhere and nowhere. A question that wasn’t meant to frighten but rather a lifeline, a chance to retreat before you fell any deeper. 

You should have been. Any rational being would have been. But instead, you took a step closer and reached out to the impossibility of his form. You touched something, though whether it was his face, his chest, or his soul, you weren’t sure.

“No,” you said between awe and surrender. “Never.” 

At that moment, you understood what it meant to love a creature who stood at the precipice of an existence that could shatter you with mere thought. 

“You are the first to see this and not run. You reach for the flame, knowing it will burn you,” he spoke like the deep roll of a bell. 

 “How could I not?” You didn’t step back, what was left of your willpower rooted you to the ground. “You’ve never been anything less than this. I could feel it.”

For a fleeting second, you saw the disintegration of his monstrous form, red eyes flickering through black ones as his pride briefly softened in the quiet between you. His wings faltered, a deep inhuman sigh escaping his lips. It was the first time you'd seen him so... uncertain.

“You think you know me so well? They say I am nothing but contradictions. Do you think love could redeem something like me? I could destroy you without meaning to,” this time he laughed but you knew this wasn’t anything he found funny. In fact, it hurt him to think there was any part of him that could cause you to recoil from the truth of what he was.

“But you haven’t because you don’t want to.” Again, his figure quickly distorted into something you were more familiar with. “Has it ever crossed your mind that I never wanted perfection, Lucifer?”

“Then what is it you want from me, if not to run?”

Your heart wound tight, it wasn’t difficult to tell him but you weren’t entirely sure if he’d even believe it. “Just you.”

He said nothing whilst your nostrils flared. “Just you,” you repeated.  

Lucifer's unblinking eye narrowed, its glow dimming just slightly as if your words had managed to reach that inscrutable part of him. “You walk the line between courageous and naive, my dear.” 

“Then I suppose it’s naive of me to hope you’re walking with me.” 

A faint pause. His wings shimmered behind him, his hesitation was palpable but not binding. “If you would dare to take such steps, then you will not tread alone.” 

It was resolute, his words settling like an oath.

Curiosity, they said, kills the cat. But in this case, it didn't. It brought you to a place you'd never thought you'd find. Lurking in the darkness of his true form, where love had no place for so long, you found the first glint of light.

A dark, dangerous light, but a light nonetheless.

© 2024 grimmweepers — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform.

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tagging you bc you kindly asked eep @sugurouge

[golden-earcuffs]

I just want to reflect how much the Loki show ruined Loki as a character for me and how much disheartened I was with it.

I had always wanted a spinoff on him, which explored him more. And the Loki show did anything but that.

Do you guys remember how Loki was in Infinity War for like 5 minutes, yet Tom Hiddleston was at almost every media interaction the cast had? The same thing happened in the show as well. They used him to market the show, then sidelined him in his own show. I think that was unacceptable, because they used Loki as a bait to promote a character that I held no emotions for.

Sylvie.

The argument that one does not like Sylvie because they “hate a strong female character/a character with complex arcs” is so pathetic. I don’t think I would’ve liked Sylvie even if she had the most elaborate arc in the MCU (which she doesn’t) because it just wasn’t meant to be about her.

I wanted to see Loki’s story, his journey, and if you take this moment to interject with the statement that “she’s Loki too, just different”, then I say that I wanted to see our Loki, the one who was broken when he found out that he was the monster parents told their children about at night, the one who had plethora of iconic dialogues while fighting the avengers, who was killed only for us to realize that he wasn’t.

Everytime I said that we needed a Loki spinoff before it was announced was not because I wanted new characters, it was because I wanted to see more of the character that was already there, very much beloved by the fans. I wanted them to explore his character in a deeper sense and maybe dip a little into mythology as well.

I think Loki was one of those characters that neither needed a love interest nor was ready for one. I don’t ship him with either Sylvie or Mobius, because it feels like neither of them genuinely like Loki for who he is.

Loki had far more compelling things they could have explored like his jotun heritage, his trauma from the time with Thanos and his magic that is the only memory he has of Frigga instead of his love life.

The whole show felt like it was written by someone who wasn’t the least bit interested in Loki and barely looked into him before creating his female counterpart.

It feels like a disrespect for the fans who were connected to Loki on an emotional level.

Why am I saying this now, after like 2 years since the show came out?

I don’t know, after hearing the news about season 2 releasing in October, I just feel so upset. Tired. I hate this show much because it made Loki so irrelevant to me. A sidepiece in his own show. He went around in ugly costumes and all the regal vibes I had from him just disappeared.

I still remember a time when Loki was on the top of my favorite characters, and I loved him so much. I still do, but I’m not sure if I’ll watch the 2nd season and my 13 y/o self would hate me for this.

I’ve gotten detached from his character and I hate myself for it because Loki was someone whom I adored more than anything else in the fandom world.

Loki is that one character who is loved by the fanon but absolutely despised by the canon.

[candyk0rn]

Could you potentially do headcannons for JJK men seeing their S/O who’s normally always in baggy clothing or lounge wear in something fancier for the first time if possible? You can choose who and no need to do my request!

I love your writing so much and you’re so talented have a good day/night!! And make sure you’re taking care of yourself :D

𐬺Layers𐬻

Hey! Thanks for the request, so glad you are liking the writing! It’s always rough writing for a fandom I’ve never written for/am new to. Hope you enjoy!

‘How Jjk men would react to an s/o that normally wears baggy/casual clothing wearing fancier clothing for the first time’

Included: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru

F.Megumi:

Your taste in more comfortable clothing is actually something that drew him to you in the first place

He has a strong liking for comfort over quality or looks

Which, when the both of you begin actually going out, he made some effort to dress a little nicer

It was the first time he had taken you to lunch, he waited outside of the cafe patiently for you

His head quickly turned when he heard you call for his name,

..but blinked in confusion when he saw you

He didn’t even realize the heat rising to his cheeks when he blankly stared at you

He didn’t exactly say anything at first when you finally got to him, not sure what to say

But he knew he had to say something, so it was the truth

“You look nice.”

It’s a nice sentiment, and after he says that he smiles

Megumi enjoys seeing you dressed like this, and he’ll admit it in his own subtle way

It’s also entirely obvious that he is flustered the entire time the both of you are out

Help him 🙏🏻

G. Satoru:

Satoru is the kind of guy who believes relationships should go both ways

Which, rightfully so.

But you show up in something more tight-fit and chic

And he is FLATTERED and FLUSTERED™️

He’d say something stupid like

“Oho? Wearing that just for me?”

If it’s a day around the city, trying on different clothes, tasting different foods, seeing different popular sites

You best believe during clothing shopping he hands you clothes he would’ve NEVER showed you before

“I think I’ll like you in this one.”

“You mean “me”, right?”

“I said what I said” then he starts giggling and kicking his feet fr

He definitely understands how you’re drawn to comfort over fit, that’s how he met you after all

But he will admit to you that it pleases him when you wear something a bit more form fitting

I.Yuuji:

Hopefully Megumi is there 🙏🏻 Yuuji needs someone to pick up his jaw for him

He doesn’t care to hide his shock when he sees you dressed in finer attire for the first time

He might play around and pretend not to recognize you at first

He feels so much more protective of you

He was already keen on not sharing you with girls and guys who hit on you, but now he’s so much more so

He can’t keep his hands or eyes off of you,

Though that’s nothing new

After the first interaction, he doesn’t bring much attention to it

At least, not intended attention

He feels bad, he doesn’t wanna keep calling you out or anything

Like..maybe you didn’t want him to say anything? Maybe you just wanted to dress up?

Poor boy is stressing over NOTHING.

He’s just not a big fan of change, is all

But he likes this one a lot! Even if it’s only for certain occasions

He looks forward for all of those occasions

He will make more plans in order to see you more dressed up

Thanks for reading!

[owlgirl495]

ok, so i know i rarely actually post my own words on here but with the last 911 episode i’ve been wanting to say something.

i’ve been reading a lot of what people have written (and i’ve added my own thoughts in the tags of many posts) but now that i’ve had time to process a little, see what others are saying, and talk to my irl friends about it a little, there’s one thing that i’ve only seen mentioned like once and i wanna talk about some more. more people have probably mentioned this and i just probably haven’t seen it and these thoughts are subject to change and all that but here we go:

it makes me really upset how little of buck and tommy’s relationship we actually got to see. and i know that they can’t focus on a side plot like that for a super long time and that it’s not the bucktommy show but i was actually okay with only getting scraps until the breakup and here’s kind of why.

they’ve been dating for six months. SIX MONTHS. and they seem to know NOTHING about each other. and i truly didn’t get this vibe until the last episode (8x06) and i think that’s why it feels so off for me.

at the end of season 7 they looked like they were really trying to get to know each other both on and off screen, they were talking about important things with each other, and actually trying to have real conversations. and then in season 8 there’s just none of that.

i didn’t think anything of it at first because i figured they just had those conversations off-screen in the FOUR MONTHS we didn’t see. but with 8x06 it truly feels like they didn’t have a single real conversation that we hadn’t seen.

8x06 shows us that they don’t know about each others’ exs at all, buck doesn’t know how tommy views his sexuality, tommy doesn’t know that buck hates basketball, so what exactly have they been talking about outside of the silly goofyness of 911 subplots for six months??

tbh i understand having them break up (i really wanted them to be endgame but i understand if that was never actually the plan) but the way they broke up felt so wrong.

i would’ve even understood if the real reason they had broken up was because after six months they realized that they don’t actually know anything about each other but even so, until 8x06, that was never indicated. they had a couple serious conversations with each other in season 7 and since there were no hints either way, i had assumed those had continued off-screen.

to have a well-liked couple with a decent amount of screen time break up without showing us pretty much any of the actual downfall of the relationship, giving what felt like a shoehorned in reason for the breakup, and only giving us last minute hints at the possible actual reason for the relationship ending feels shitty, if i’m being real.

i know it’s just a fictional show and it’s not that serious but this really hurt. i hate how much i let this get to me but i really let this show get my hopes up. it was my main form of escapism and something that consistently made me happy outside of things in my everyday life that have been stressing me out. i thought i could sink a little further into it after the results of the election but now it’s no longer the same form of comfort for me.

i’ll probably still continue watching the show and i absolutely adore all the people i’ve gotten to interact with (even in my really small way of interacting) through this fandom but 911 does feel a little tainted for me at the moment.

i’m probably missing some stuff here and a lot of this is just rambling but that’s it for now, i hope you are all doing okay and hanging on to whatever you can to make this a little easier <3

[venusintheblindspots-blog]

A Rant on Viserys Targaryen

His Hypocrisy

The poor dialogue and character inconsistencies in the later seasons of Game of Thrones is well talked-about, but House of the Dragon isn’t exempt.

Starting off with these two scenes here:

Viserys in these scenes could almost be a good man. Almost.

For those who may have forgotten the context, in the first scene, he confronts Daemon about the rumors of him sleeping with Rhaenyra in a brothel. Now while there are underlying issues including personal conflict with his brother, the problem that Viserys has with Daemon and Rhaenyra’s alleged affair, in his words is: She is just a girl.

In the second scene, he’s speaking to his possible bride-to-be, Laena Velaryon. The conversation between them is seemingly casual at first, as they spoke about the dragons Vhagar and Balerion. It only shifts after Laena repeats what Corlys, her father, would’ve instructed her to say. Viserys asks her afterwards what her mother told her to say to him, which was, “I wouldn’t have to bed you until I turned fourteen”.

Around the timeline of the first scene, Rhaenyra was eighteen years old. In the second scene, Laena was twelve years old.

Now according to Viserys, both of these girls are just girls.

Yet his wife, Alicent Hightower was fifteen years old when he’d married her.

I’ve seen a lot of defenses for Viserys since the airing of Season One of House of the Dragon, and most of them discards him of any blame or wrong for the grooming and abuse of Alicent Hightower.

His Incompetence

This particular scene is where I started to root for Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The Small Council are having a meeting when Corlys storms into the room, upset about the loss of his ships and men, due to the attacks from the Triarchy.

Viserys and the rest of the lords that make up his small council disregard his concerns, with Otto Hightower even reminding him to watch his tongue.

Let’s take a look at this map here:

The Stepstones are the little islands that fall between Westeros and Essos. Anyone doing trade from the free cities of the southern coasts of Essos to anywhere in Westeros or even the northern part Essos, will more than likely have to pass through or near the step stones.

The wealth of House Velaryon in House of the Dragon can be accredited to one man, the Sea Snake, Corlys Velaryon.

Was he a bit(lol) disrespectful in that scene? Yes, he was. But his concerns weren’t petty or unimportant. He built his house’s wealth on trade. Everybody, including Viserys, would’ve faced consequences in a few years, if not months, had the Triarchy been allowed to continue their raids.

Now I mentioned that a lot of my support and empathy for Rhaenyra came from that scene, mostly because of how Viserys dismisses her after she gave a suitable solution to a problem that would’ve affected his kingdom.

If he’d started incorporating her into these meetings, allowed her to interact and become familiar with the small council, she would’ve been a force to be reckoned with.

That scene is why despite him naming her his heir afterwards, I don’t truly believe Viserys was an act done out of honor or duty, but rather him trying to fix the tension between him and the wife he’d killed, Aemma.

The relationship between Viserys and Rhaenyra is one that is glorified by a vast majority of the fandom, but he still failed her, his wives, his children, his brother, etc. (I will address this in part two).

[mcmonstructuk]

I AM BACK

And with a new seb design,, ignore the pose he’s supposed to be like stretching but I kinda gave up so he looks a little funky,,,,,

Ok now for smth a litttllllee more important under the cut

Ok so I’m here to say that unfortunately I may or may not be leaving the pressure fandom. I don’t know if I’ll be completely gone, but I may stop posting about pressure for a while. While I do still enjoy the game n such, I have a new hyperfix on phighting, and the pressure fandom has become a little too unbearable for me to stay.

Both the fandom and the devs have ruined things a little for me. The fandom became too petty and childish. The whole zerum drama was ridiculously childish, and neither the fandom nor the devs handled it well. Zerum, while not technically doing anything wrong, admitted to only doing things such as giving Sebastian the ring to upset the fandom. She purposefully tore the fandom apart, and caused more drama. Do I think she should’ve stopped shipping herself with him? No. But I think she could’ve handled things so much better, instead of filling his shop with references to her in order to spite and upset the fandom.

The fandom are not innocent either. Sending death threats to zerum and causing an ungodly amount of ruckus was incredibly unnecessary. No, she did not ban anyone for self-shipping. No, she was not rude to anyone who self-shipped. No, she has not done like 90% of the things the fandom are accusing her of doing. The zerum drama should have ended ages ago, and yet I am STILL seeing fans constantly complain about her. Get over it. The constant whining from the fan base is the main thing that drove me away if I’m being honest.

Not only that, but the devs, in my personal opinion, are trying too hard to control the fan base. Removing lines from Sebastian (and no, I’m not talking about the meme lines, idc that they’re gone) just because the fandom mischaracterises him feels very off to me. Mischaracterisation happens in fandoms. You cannot control it. If the devs had removed lines because they personally felt they didn’t fit his character, then that would’ve been fine! But the fact they removed them because they wanted to almost control the fandom with their characterisations n such is what puts me off. It’s their character, they can do whatever they like with him! And I get being upset that your fan base isn’t perceiving your character as you hoped they would, but having to change your game and the character itself to try and warp how your fandom sees them isn’t something they should be having to do. It feels almost as though they aren’t fully prepared for a large fan base. I’m not just basing it off of this one incident either. Even before the fandom got big, there were several incidents that happened within the discord server that were not handled well by zeal and the mod team. Even back then, I worried about the fandom getting big, as those incidents had me concerned on how they’d handle a larger fandom.

Anyways, I probably won’t stop playing pressure, because I do like the actual game itself. Believe it or not I’m not one of those people who only play for Sebastian. I am actually someone who played during the testing stages, and have enjoyed the game for a while, and I can say with confidence, it was much better back then. I will likely just limit my interaction with the fandom, as a lot of the people in it just aren’t fun to be around. I wish more people saw pressure for the game it is, instead of just thirsting over the fish shopkeeper. If the fandom actually enjoyed pressure for pressure, then I swear 90% of the problems caused would not have happened, and the fandom would be a much more enjoyable space.

I MIGHT still post about pressure, but not fully interact with the fandom? I may post pressure art n such, but I probably won’t be interacting with other pressure artists or just the pressure fandom space in general. I’ll just sorta,, cut myself off from the rest of the fandom and just post things from my own little safety bubble lol, tho I don’t draw much pressure stuff anymore anyways so yk, we’ll see

[maple-the-awesome]

We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 34

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 4,061

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: DEARLY DEPARTED

Well fed and partially rested, your quartet makes their way down the windy cobblestone streets of Latvia. There’s an uneventful silence that follows throughout most of the walk - that is, between Zemo’s unprompted compliments of the local architecture and Bucky’s grumbled skepticism regarding your sense of direction.

If it were earlier in the day, you’d likely snap at his doubt, but fortunately for him in this moment, your previous interaction with those children at the refugee enclave and the short nap you took afterwards had smoothened out your mood. Thus, you simply shoo away his queries with confident assurances and only a dash of frustration. You were a scientist in your past life, of course you can follow Google Map instructions!

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you to be pulling shit like this!”

“Lord give me strength…” Sam grumbles, that once bearable half-silence officially soured by an uninvited fifth-wheel.

With a raised eyebrow, you look up from your phone and follow Sam’s irritated gaze to its source: none other than the same Captain America impersonator you've already heard a great deal of complaints about. You can't say you've been particularly excited to meet him, not too fond of there being a government-issued replacement for your dear friend in the first place, and judging on how swiftly he approaches with zealous coating his every step and spoken word, you don't have much confidence in this introduction changing your expectations.

"How'd you find us this time, John?!" Bucky asks sarcastically, his question having an impressive balance between its volume and lackadaisical delivery.

"You think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without being noticed?" Walker's partner counters, yet the spotlight is immediately switched back to John who shows zero shame in marching directly towards your group with a smile that's seconds away from becoming a scowl as he points to Zemo.

"No more keeping us in the dark. You can start by telling us why the hell you broke him out of prison."

"Well technically, he broke himself out of prison," You correct, unfazed by John’s poor attempt at asserting authority here, in fact you have no problem blocking his path to Zemo by sliding in between them with a hand outstretched cheekily, "Hi, I’m (Y/n). Don't believe we've met."

"I don't really care who you are -"

"- Ouch -"

"- There better be an UNBELIEVABLE explanation for this because -!" John's voice raises. Pairing that with the way he talks while swinging his arms dramatically, you can't say you like the aggressive undertone behind his behavior, especially not for someone wearing the stolen merits of a real hero. You don't care how upset he is, it's not a very good look nor a great sign for his character, and you aren't the only one to think that:

"- Hey, take it down a notch before you attract a crowd, alright?" Sam warns, drawing attention to the civilians who have already stopped to stare at the scene. Some even have their phones out, excitedly snapping pictures of the new ‘Captain America’ and his Avenger 'friends'.

"I know where Karli is," Zemo confesses with little fanfare or interest for that matter, somewhat akin to a parent giving their child a cookie just to shut them up. He attempts to walk past after that, however John’s quick to push him back.

"Well, where is she then?"

"A memorial, that's all we know at the moment. We're heading there now to intercept her," Sam, desperate to maintain the peace, explains while Zemo brushes away John's touch to continue onwards anyway. The rest of you don't hesitate to follow, yet that doesn't stop John and his partner from taking this conversation to-go, keeping up with your steps as if a part of the team themselves. You won't be surprised if he truly believes that, either.

"Memorial? That means there'll be civilians and a high risk of casualties," His partner points out.

"We're not nuking the damn place with her inside," You insist, although you can at least respect that his priorities are in the right place, better tied to his job as a protector rather than his fragile ego. If only his buddy could follow by example, "Sam just wants to talk her and get her side of the story -"

"- What? No...No! Wait! Stop, hold on!" John suddenly rushes to the front of the group, once again preventing anyone from moving forward, "We're way past reasoning with her, okay? Unless you've forgotten this part, she's a terrorist. Her and her little friends blew up a building with people inside of it!"

"You're right. She is a terrorist which is exactly why we need to stop her as soon as possible."

John laughs as if you're the ones making this more complicated than it needs to be, "Alright! Then let's go in there and arrest her -"

"- If we rush in, arms drawn, and corner them like animals, what's stopping her from lashing out right that second?" You challenge, not faltering under his intense stare, "We need to approach this situation with strategy, and Sam's idea works. We go in, let him try talking to her while simultaneously keeping our guard up, and if she surrenders, then yay -"

"- And if she doesn't?"

"Then we kick her ass! I don't know! Have you not seen a hostage negotiation before? You know, ‘The Inside Man’? ‘The Negotiator’? Ever turn on the news maybe -?”

“- The bottom line is: there’s a risk in both scenarios whether we talk or attack first,” Sam steps forward, showing far more patience as he reminds John of his own presence in this discussion, “The difference is, in one, we have an actual shot at ending things peacefully. In the other, people get hurt regardless.

“Why not pick the former then? I'd say we have a pretty good chance with it, I mean, yeah, Karli’s methods are out of line - no one here’s trying to deny that - but her motivations aren't entirely unreasonable. For god’s sake, she's a kid who just had five years of her life flipped on top of her head - We all know how terrifying that can be. I think what she needs most right now is someone who's actually willing to hear her out without casting her aside with more broken promises.”

"It also might be worth mentioning that this memorial is for someone close to Karli, so it’ll likely be attended by others who are important to her, too," You add to aid Sam’s argument, "She's probably going to want to avoid endangering their lives just as much as we do."

"Right. Exactly!"

John shakes his head before turning his attention to Bucky who's remained silent throughout this entire discussion, "...You'll let him do this? You'll just let your partner walk into a room with a super soldier completely alone and defenseless?"

"He's dealt with worse - and he's not my partner."

"Sorry you weren't there, but we're the ones who went up against a murderous purple alien six months ago. I think Sam knows what he's doing," You roll your eyes, walking past John and his partner to continue up the street where you can already see a crowd entering what you assume to be the memorial building.

"I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? I've heard it all - all the accounts of horrific ordeals and stories of lost hope. This is my wheelhouse," You can hear Sam say as he still attempts to reach an agreement.

"I know, and I know those soldiers which is why I say this is a bad idea -!”

"- Wait, John," His partner speaks up again, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him from chasing after your group again, "If he can talk her down, maybe it is worth a try. They do have a point, after all; less people would get hurt if this works."

John scoffs as if he still finds the whole proposal ridiculous, however having his own colleague side with the Avengers must've taken him down some kind of peg, because rather than attempt to stop anyone, he trails behind your group, promising to 'deal with' Zemo later as a last ditch effort of securing at least a fraction of his authority (not that it accomplishes much).

Maintaininga safe distance from the crowd, you observe them file into the building through two heavy wooden doors. Tracing their exact steps by entering the funeral from the front would likely only draw unwanted attention which in return could risk Karli discovering your presence too soon, so a side door leading into the building’s boiler room is your best bet for an unnoticed arrival.

You’re careful to peek into the hallway, catching sight of the same funeral goers as they disappear behind a wall. Hearing the echo of mournful whispers, it can be assumed that the processions will take place right around that corner. If Sam sneaks in after they officially start, Karli won’t have a good opening to run unless she wants to ruin Donya’s celebrated memory. She’ll be forced to at least wait until after the memorial is finished, providing Sam a better chance at getting close enough to pull her ear.

"...You sure you're up for this?" You ask as he stands beside you at the door. His confident nod is all you need for an answer.

After reaching into your pocket, you hold your hand out to him with a small grain-sized microphone, courtesy of the high-tech equipment Clint had supplied you with years ago, “We’ll stay back here. If anything goes wrong or you start getting the heebie-jeebies for some reason, simply say the word and we’ll have John bust down the doors. I’m sure he’s been dying for some real action anyway, poor guy.”

Sam smirks at your joke, taking the microphone and dropping it in his breast pocket, "Hopefully it won't have to come down to that."

"Better safe than sorry," You shrug, not too overly worried for his sake. Sam has always been a laid-back guy willing to listen to even the most outrageous of stories. Assuming that Karli is even somewhat rational, he's the best guy to send in for a heart-to-heart with her. Even if shit does go wrong, you’re certain he’s capable of handling himself in the short amount of time it takes for back-up to arrive. The real question is whether John can keep his pants on for that long.

Before Sam can even ascend the stairs, John harshly grabs Zemo’s arm, bending it behind his back and forcing him against the furnace. His stern ‘orders’ are directed towards Sam, "You have exactly ten minutes until we do things my way, you hear?"

Sam, unsurprisingly, shows minimal interest in that threat, simply nodding to spare John’s feelings before sparing Bucky and you one last look, "Don't let anyone tear off each other's heads while I'm gone."

"No promises," Bucky ribs with an exasperated inhale.

With Sam gone, the boiler room falls into tense silence only made that way through John's increasingly impatient pacing. After a quick glance at each other, you allow Bucky to wordlessly take your place guarding the door, blocking the path Sam took as a wise precaution against John's irritability.

Lemar - as you finally learn his name is - calmly instructs his partner to take a deep breath, the two sharing a brief, whispered conversation that must not have ended in John's favor because his mood fails to change. Even Zemo, despite being forced to awkwardly stand while handcuffed to the furnace, seems more comfortable with his predicament than the paranoid soldier who constantly fidgets and huffs, not that it's making anyone sympathetic towards him.

He eventually sets his sights on you from where you sit on the back staircase, boredly listening in on the conversation that's echoed through your earpiece, "What are they saying?"

You barely blink at his demand nor do you so much as look up at him when he comes marching in your direction. Instead, you keep your jaded expression trained forward, "She's listening to him."

"That's not what I asked. I want to know what they’re saying!" You're not sure what he expects to gain by such an aggressive demeanor, but it's not going to work on you. Not caring to be bossed around or intimidated by some guy in a Spirit Halloween costume, you simply turn your head away from him, covering your ear piece with your hand to pretend you can’t hear it over all his needless blabbing.

"Watch it, John. It hasn't even been ten minutes. Just sit tight," Bucky advises from across the room, his narrowed eyes trained cautiously on John's movements which are too close to you for comfort. His suggestion goes ignored following a rapid shake of the head and disgruntled glare.

"Don't patronize me!"

"Karli's listening to him," You reiterate, already feeling drained of all your willpower to keep dealing with this sort of crap today, "She's not showing any signs of aggression, she's not threatening him -"

"- How would you know that? You're not in there watching. She could be planning something - buying herself and her terrorist friends some time! How's a guy like him supposed to defend himself against a super soldier, huh?"

"Look man, I understand that first days on the job are rough - We've all been there before - but you gotta relax. We know what we're doing, and so does Sam. He's already gone up against super soldiers more than once before. If he needs us, he'll call. In the meantime, our job is to sit quietly and wait."

John rolls his eyes, your words clearly having zero effect on his mental state. He then turns to check the clock hanging on the room’s wall. A more optimistic individual might have hoped this would confirm to him that Bucky is right and that his behavior is irrational, however instead, his quiet pause is just that - a very brief halt before he's spinning the direction of his march towards Bucky and the door with Lamar quickly standing to join him.

Bucky doesn't hesitate to push himself off the stair railing and stop John in his place with a stern hand, his narrowed eyes giving more warning than any words could.

This act is unsurprisingly met with greater frustration and a whisper through gritted teeth, “...It must be really easy for you, right? All that serum just coursing through your veins? Your friend is completely alone in there. You let him go in there with no weapons, no defense, no backup…Do you really want his blood added to your hands?”

Buckydoesn’t respond aloud, although there’s a subtle shift within his eyes. It’s only visible ever so briefly before being hidden by a quick tightening of the jaw, however it sinks deep with the sting of John’s words. It’s the sore ache of insecurity - the shallow doubt that maybe, just maybe, those low-blow claims could actually hold reason.

He wants nothing more than for this situation to end without a fight. God knows he’s had enough of those to last a lifetime. Talking Karli down would offer a peaceful resolution while risking less people’s safety, as Sam and you have said, but that all depends on whether she listens.

Bucky wants to trust Sam’s capabilities, both in gaining the enemy’s trust and defending himself when in a tight spot. Steve sure did, and so do you…yet at the same time, he just can’t seem to shake that memory of how easily the Winter Soldier was able to knock the breath from Sam’s stomach before tossing him like a mere paperweight…

You three are up against super soldiers - eight of them, to be precise, compared to your one. What if you're cornered? What if the Flag Smashers get Sam or you alone, too far from Bucky’s reach to stop the blow? John’s right about one thing: in that scenario, your blood would be on his hands; it’s still on his hands if he stands by to watch it flow…

There’s nothing more said between them as John bumps past Bucky with zero resistance faced. He’s completely free to ascend the stairs and escape into the hallway before you can even shoot up from your spot on the opposite side of the room.

“HEY -! What the HELL, Bucky?!” Why he’d let John past - Why he’d let those stupid weightless words get under his skin like that - You wish you had the time to properly chew him out over it, but you don’t.

“Stay with Zemo!” Catching John before he can ruin Sam’s progress has to be your priority, so much so that you can’t stop to address the way Bucky sighs your name as a half-hearted plea while following your shadow rather than your previous command. Grumbled disapproval is all you can spare in the moment which is promptly hit back in your direction through eye rolls and poor excuses that go in one ear then out the other.

Unfortunately, even at your racing pace (and Bucky’s jogging to match it), you’re too slow to prevent John from bursting into the room where the funeral must’ve been taking place, now long empty aside from Sam and Karli who both snap their direction towards him in shock.

“Karli Morgenthau, you’re under arrest!”

From there, the scene quickly turns to chaos…

“That’s what this was…? To keep me talking until your help arrived?” Whatever middle ground Sam had been carefully forging between himself and Karli is immediately shattered as she now begins backing away from him. He raises his hands, attempting to both reassure her and address John, yet the latter doesn’t let him get more than a few words out before being shut down in a snap.

“- You’ve had enough time to talk,” John declares, his sights set solely on an increasingly apprehensive Karli.

You try to follow after him, calling his name as a last ditch effort to prevent a nasty fight, however Lemar blocks your path from physically getting any closer. It’s nothing more than the slightest shove backwards, only forceful enough to make you reserve a step or two, although that doesn’t stop Bucky from instinctively steadying you with his hands upon your shoulders.

“Don’t -!” You can’t say you’ve ever heard Bucky growl with such venomous anger before. After days of acting as if your presence kills him - weeks of avoiding you like the plague and cutting you out of his life like it’s easy - all it takes is that one single action of someone else putting their hands on you to snap him into a state of fierce rage. One could argue that he just sees you as someone who can’t protect themself - a ‘liability’ as he had said in Madripoor - but would he really react in such a way for just anyone on his team?

He either takes an actual swing at Lemar from over your head or he only tries to push him away from you both - likely the latter given his tone and the way Lemar instantly protects his face with a flash of fear crossing it. You would’ve liked to see the end result so that you could log it in your mental library as a long-missed example of Bucky truly caring about you, however your attention is diverted away when Karli punches John.

Despite all his high talk earlier, he must not have prepared himself to face off with a real super soldier because the second Karli’s fist makes contact with Steve’s shield, John’s violently thrown backwards, catching a nearby Sam in the impact which results in them both hitting the table behind them and tumbling to the ground.

Deciding that this has gone far enough, you slip away from Lemar which is easier to accomplish now that he’s officially distracted between John’s injury and Bucky forcefully knocking him to the floor himself.

With one swift movement, you draw your taser out from your belt and turn it up to its highest setting while rushing Karli. She immediately notices you, bending her body back to avoid the blue glow of your baton. Once it buzzes by, she follows up with a fierce swing in your direction, but this isn't your first rodeo. Between your encounters with a brainwashed Bucky and some sparring training you've done alongside other Avengers, you'd say you're somewhat decent at knowing what to expect when going up against super humans.

Thus, utilizing practiced speed, you duck to dodge her fist, spinning your weapon in hand so that, by the time you pop back up again with a bounce to your step, it's facing forward and prepared to be immediately thrust towards her, the baton's fork stabbing her shoulder blade.

Thank goodness Clint didn't supply you with just any kind of mediocre taser. Rather than deliver a tiny 'zap' to cause inconvenient discomfort lasting a millisecond, it bites with a brutal 'crackle' that has Karli's knees buckling and her pain expressed through loud, stammered cries. Nothing that will kill her, of course, but you doubt she'll be able to feel the sensors in her finger tips for a few minutes after her recovery.

At this point, Bucky’s approaching from behind and even Sam’s already stumbling up to his feet, using the table beside him as a crutch to -

- Karli sees the same sight as you, however for her, it's not so reassuring. Too stubborn to accept surrender, she grinds her teeth and gathers the strength to curl back another fist which she sends plowing your way.

You only have time to gasp, hardly bracing for the hit that throws you through the air and into a shelf. There's a loud crash that comes with this impact, the force of your body knocking various items to the ground where you drop like a ragdoll before the shelf itself wobbles then tips forward.

The sound of your fear was already enough to grasp Bucky's full attention, but only in time to listen to that cruel thud of your limp body and the following slam of the shelf thumbling overtop of you. After that, he can't hear anything else save for the pounding of his own heart in his ears.

His legs decide for themselves where they're going, ignoring the rest of the chaos around him as Karli stumbles off and John races after her. He just needs to make it to your side. There, he effortlessly tosses the shelf off of you, kneeling beside you with muted calls of your name which are equally as shaky as his hesitating hand.

You're not moving, body lying completely motionless against the ground and shattered jars. You're not responding either, face wiped clean of emotion as if you're only asleep. You're not moving at all - He isn't even sure if your chest is!

…This has happened before…This isn't new…

You were there, just as motionless, hunched forward with blood running like a stream down from your forehead to chin. You didn't answer anyone's calls then either, and when he dared to touch you, he swore he could feel the warmth leaving your skin. He's too scared to check that now, though. His hand is frozen unwillingly above you, the world swirling fast enough to make him nauseous or is that the throbbing against his forehead?

…You aren't moving again...

Then you groan, your arms shaking as you struggle to find the ground to push yourself up from. Clenching your side, you let out a whimper from the pain that expands across every inch of your back and ribs. It's a heartbreaking sound, but at least you're alert now, looking at him with a flash of fear before relaxing once realizing it's not the enemy currently hunched over you.

"- Bucky!" Sam appears behind him within the second, his hand carrying no more pressure than a feather when placed upon his shoulder, "We gotta go!”

Swallowing thickly, Bucky watches as Sam carefully tries to help you to your wobbling feet, each movement drawing out an uncomfortable hiss while you struggle to support yourself even when leaning most of your weight against someone else.

Seeing your hurt and that foggy glaze over your eyes, he finally snaps out of his own dizzying state enough to at least step in himself, his movements almost robotic as he hooks your legs over his arm then hoists you off the ground in one shift, easy motion. From there, he lets Sam lead the way, all the while distracted by his own heavy breathing and racing heartbeat which are the loudest sounds in his ears…

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@arunabrak

@lovemesomevesey

[waxsuyaaa]

omg side order was so good

my annoying rant about everything down below⬇️ also if you dont have the dlc dont press the keep reading button

OKAY so for starters it was actually kinda disappointing to see that most of the gameplay has been shown already in the trailer, i would’ve liked to have been surprised..

and there is no feeling of progressing forward like any other storymode since you go to the start every single time you lose and all your achievements disappear unless you get into the boss fight, and only if you win you get one singular key

and all the powerups that you’re used to having just gone. poof. disappear.

i would’ve liked to see npcs that you can actually talk to because somehow there is no button to talk to pearl? like maybe they should have made a feature when you’re right underneath pearl to press A and talk to her for a bit, even if its something simple like “yo! let’s get back on track!”

you can’t even talk to marina and all she asks is if you need something to be hacked, which makes her seem as she’s just there for that mechanic and nothing else— as someone who never played splatoon 2 and doesnt know her personality im not sure what the hype is about for her

we should have been able to go into the elevator and actually walk around and talk to the characters and like salmon run, when it says ‘time to go to work!’ for side order it would say ‘arrived at floor’ or smth like that.. i would give anything to be able to walk around and interact with everyone in the elevator, like if the characters pearl, marina and dedf1sh weren’t there it would function the same

why arent we able to talk to them like. dedf1sh is such a cool character where is the lore? they just stand in a corner and is just there…

it would be so amazing if you could slowly befriend dedf1sh and get exclusive gear/random stuff from the metro or smth from them as the friendship points rack up and they become more open to you

and all the bosses are easy to tell apart from the silhouette and you can easily guess how you’re going to fight them, i want that little moment of mystery as well as not knowing how hard it’s going to be

coloured fingertips dont even seem like a thing anymore, it was just for agent 8 and her blue palette things

it looks as if you have to fight many of the same boss to get the locker key and after it just becomes repetitive and there is no story whatsoever, the villain is a glitchy entity called ‘order’??? like if that same glitchy entity thing switched to agent 4 for like half a frame the entire fandom would go WHOAH WHAT WAS THAT and we’d be talking about it for ten thousand days

the only motive is that you have to save everyone from being grayscaled blablabla but you dont even have any evidence of the character even being there, the character palettes are just a cheap way to implement more weapons, like what do you mean we don’t get the actual characters standing around the outside of the spire.. i want to talk to paul and warabi and ikkan (cough cough i mean quinn and mashup???)

we cant even get these extra characters because 3d modelling is SUCH a LOT of EFFORT for such a huge company like nintendo we should feel so sorry for all the work that they had to do, they put in their best effort (sarcasm)

all the enemies/foes are just remodelled salmon run enemies like battering largo or whatever (they could remodel the enemies but not the bands?? what)

also wheres cypher? i thought the shrimpy character would be a main character that wanders around and sells you stuff but theyre not even in sight

so uhh you can say ‘skill issue’ or smth because OHHH I HAVENT FINISHED THE GAME YEAH THIS PERSON IS JUST COMPLAINING BECAUSE THEYRE BAD AT IT or whatever im just disappointed that it was kinda overhyped and i drew art for a character that didnt even exist (skeleton agent 4)

[supercalime]

I always think some of these buddie shippers never had any friends or a best friend. They say they have been in love all this time but there were really no signs. They point at moments (often vulnerable ones) where they look at each other with “hearth eyes”. Like of course they are flattered to hear reassuring words from each other. They are best friends, they love each other platonically. Buck has the same reaction when maddie or bobby say those things to him. If they actually were in love this whole time, there would’ve been so much more signs. Of course they love each other and maybe they’re even platonic soulmates but they’ve never been IN love whith each other. Not once where they bothered or jealous when the other one had a girlfriend. They don’t touch or hug each other weirdly often and if they do touch each other it’s clearly the exact same way every friends would do. Never longer than necessary or weird or underlying sexual or romantic. Some stans are so deep into this, that they turn every clearly platonic moment between them into something kind of secret love confession. They watch their scenes with glued on buddie shipper goggles. Saying eddie looked disappointed after buck tells him about his date with tommy or buck looked disappointed after eddie tells him that nothing is gonna change between them, is actually insane crazy. All I’ve seen were two very best friends who support each other unconditionally. Eddie even told buck to call tommy. Not once but twice. He looked happy for him.

You said it all anon!

I don’t think the writers had any intention to place eddie and buck together romantically at least so far. I tend to keep my ships in canon, so this whole discourse between buddie and bucktommy is very strange to me.

Like, I totally understand shipping characters that aren’t canon, heck, I have my own weird little ships too, so wanting to two characters to get together and thinking fondly of them as couple through wishful thinking and fanfic is really cool!

But the second an entire piece of the fandom decides to bring that OUTSIDE the fandom space, that’s where the problem lies.

Could we, bucktommy shippers, be very wrong about the interactions between buck and eddie meaning only friendship?

Yes, even though I don’t enjoy the story going on that direction. It could be a big plan that’s been brewing for years to have the ship become canon.

However, I feel like b*ddie shippers are being disrespectful on how they are approaching this entire situation, as, like I said, the shipping thing left the fandom space and now infects those on the inside (actors, network, writers, etc). So now we are in this strange blend of what’s on our side and what’s on the show’s side. There’s no wall separating the creators and the fans, and while that can have a lot of positives, it also taints the side that’s doing the creative part.

In fact, writers and actors are advised to not engage with fanfic and fan theories because it can affect the original work, even in a subconscious way. Of course actors can have head canons for the characters they are playing to help with the motivation, but that is also not canon, so it shouldn’t be taken at face value as well.

This whole situation is very tiring because there’s no real win here. If tommy and buck become endgame, the b*ddie shippers will say that it was rushed and made no sense because he had more chemistry with eddie, blah blah blah. If b*ddie does become canon, they will say they were always right and will most likely think that they got their ship to be canon because of their behavior on social media.

Shipping is such a harmless thing. It should be “I think these two would make a cute couple, I’ll explore that by writing about it on my own little story”, not “these two have to be together because like them together and if it’s not that way there’s something wrong being done by the creators”.

[louisisalarrie]

Hi i wanted to ask something. So many old vet larries like Srslycris and Ssfoc left and came back and said that Harry is an awful person (fame hungry and all) and used Louis. Some of their theories do make sense because it does look like Harry used or misled Louis to have a better career. Also, in 2018 things changed so many vet larries left....I really think because they either knew something we don’t or because they also thought it was going South.....what do you think?

Hi lovely. This turned out deeper with more feelings than I thought! But im a bit cooked wearing a 1d shirt so it was bound to happen, and now here we are. Welcomeeeee to the show!

Many of the vets have left, unfortunately. There are still a solid amount of us left, but tumblr was such a different place back in the day. There’s only so much kind of… non evidence and stunts and hate you can take. This fandom is very toxic at times and we all encouraged each other to take a step back (I did too! But more because life got in the way… but also because it’s easier when you’re not being constantly fed larry content like in the 1d days) to keep our mental health solid and not subject ourselves to all the NEW hate we were/are getting.

Because, as Larries in the 1d days, we got hate from antis, and antis only. It was one fandom, split up between two sides (with the third being neutrals which there weren’t a lot of because you kinda were expected to pick a side).

After the boys started releasing solo music, we didn’t just get hate from antis. We now get hate from solo harries (which there are SO many of), solo Louies, and other solo fans who’ve been here since the 1d days who now just Stan one of the boys. So many larries turned and picked a side because it’s just… easier. Being a larrie these days is no easy thing. The hate and back and forth and lack of evidence is really difficult and well… it’s a lot easier loving the boys from afar, that’s for sure.

But it’s also because tumblr 1d stans are such a smaller community now. Whether you’re a solo, anti, or larrie, there are so much less of us. This platform has been on the down for yeaaaaars (unfortunately), and it’s not what it used to be. It’s just… different now. And Twitter has made a weird comeback but it’s very extreme solos and larries and antis. It’s not a space you can talk about your interests/theories/beliefs without one or the other finding you and just hating on you hardcore. The Tumblr larrie community is fucking wonderful, but Twitter Larries are so different and it’s all just… a different world.

Also, be mindful about our ages at the time. A lot of Larries and 1d fans were similar ages, right in that peak demographic. Around 2018, a lot of us had hit an age where we were really becoming adults and sorting out careers, moving out, having partners… not having time to focus on larry with such little evidence/content coming our way. If 1d were still together? Sure. A lot of us would’ve stayed. But I took a step back in that time too, and I get it 1000000%. Loving an artist and listening to their music, going to concerts occasionally, and buying some merch here and there, is so much easier than running a successful or even a lowkey blog on a (sadly) declining platform. Plus dealing with an influx of fans who don’t care about the lore. Or 1d. It’s just… frustrating when the new kids take their media images as gospel and don’t look into their development as artists and people from the start. No matter how you feel about 1d.

Hell, I find it frustrating. All these new solos who don’t like 1d/don’t care about ot5 make ridiculous claims and start a witch-hunt against the vets (non-larries who are just ot5s/ot4s included). The shit I’ve seen on Twitter in particular is filthy. And a lot of these fans are younger, have a different relationship with social media, and interact in an entirely different way because they haven’t experienced a proper solid fandom and what that means/meant to us (many other fandoms like supernatural, doctor who, Sherlock etc who were also massive on tumblr at the time have dealt with a difference in it too, I’ve noticed). So it’s a lack of fandom dynamic and understanding and experience too (not that this is a bad thing if you’re new to fandoms/the 1d fandom, quite the opposite, you’re always welcome here!!! but an observation of the younger kids who are solos/antis and haven’t been in a fandom before).

That’s not to say that all new fans are of a younger generation, far from it. There are a beautiful amount of larries, one direction, and solo fans who are older and have embraced the fandom life and either support larrie or stay tf out of this shit. And it’s just people leave because they simply are just… growing up. Life gets in the way. Many found it harder to be on a platform where the most influential larry blogs, who have so many receipts and thoughts and theories and stories and followers and love to give, start disappearing. It makes people lose faith.

I cannot express how deep in this fandom was during this time. How incredibly trusting and loving we were of the bigger blogs. How we looked to them as gospel. And it’s bizarre to me now having a lot of followers and getting lovely anons like yourself, because I was the one reaching out to the bigger blogs to talk to and get reassurance and to listen to, back in the day. But the larries who are still here are carrying that torch and we are the ones still fighting, with a beautiful new group of Larries with us.

And don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against the Larries who left. It’s tempting at times. It’s easier and it’s just about enjoying the boys and their music for what it is. So don’t feel disheartened. It was a bit of a chain reaction and it comes down to so many variables, but not larry being untrue. People give up. People’s lives get in the way. People remove themselves from hate. People don’t wanna deal with an influx of younger fans (not baby Larries no matter the age, im talking about antis/solos here) who don’t know their lore and come in guns a-blazing, when we’ve watched the boys and larry unfold in real time with our own eyes.

Plus, larries have always (the majority now, too) been the most supportive section of the fandom. Larries are 99% ot5s, or at least ot4s, and with one d going on their “hiatus” and no reunion in sight, it’s super disheartening. Im sure a lot of the other vets can agree with me here. It’s just… not the same as it was (pun intended), but it is what it is (double pun intended).

I think when we start getting larry content again, tumblr and Twitter are gonna go through the roof. A few of the vets who have left, who I still talk to on occasion, are still larries, but aren’t gonna involve themselves again until something larger happens. Until something brings the fire back and makes it (this sounds awful, it’s always worth it) worth fighting again.

Anyway, that’s my take. And the longer larry are forcibly closeted, and the longer 1d distance themselves from each other (which seems to be less in the past two weeks, thank fuck), we aren’t gonna see a resurgence of fans. But I think there will be a lot of big larries coming back and saying “I fucking told you so” when it happens.

Anyway, to actually answer your question because sometimes im just really good at going on long tangents, is that im not 100% sure on the theories you are referring to (I had taken a step back at the time) and would be interested to see, but Harry’s solo career and image can definitely make it look like he used Louis. But we know he’s not that kind of person. His managers are godawful and will do anything it takes to get their cash, and that encourages the idea that he’s baiting (whether it be queer or larrie) fans and dropped louis when he went solo and got bigger. Solo louies HATE Harry so much, and solo harries HATE louies so much, and it’s just… yeah. I have no reason to believe Harry did anything out of line of his own choice, and had been groomed and manipulated by those awful gross dudes, into doing what’s “best for his career” which is unfortunately, squashing 1d.

While I still can’t tell you what I do, I can tell you that Harry’s team are very fucking smart. As awful as they are, as much as they pull out every evil trick in the book, they are excellent at publicity and his managers fight for his worth and get him the best deals possible, and have built his image so differently to what we have known him as. He’s always been incredibly marketable, and they’ve taken that on and exploited it exponentially and made a pretty penny. He’s not a bad guy, he didn’t use Louis, and shit just looks very different to what it did back in the day.

Thanks for reading if you got this far through my ramble! Hahaha

[nosolaceofastraightanswer]

i hate sparrow ben so much literally fuck that guy. and it’s not that bullshit take where i’m mad he’s an asshole; it’s fine to have an asshole character. my problem is that he could’ve just been like any other guy. he didn’t have to be an alternate version of ben. the twist was just for fucking shock value and they didn’t follow through basically at all!!!!! imo you shouldn’t make an alternate version of a character if:

original character’s personality is BARELY shown because they’re used as a crutch for a different character- this goes double for fandom treatment

new character doesn’t really have any parallels to the old character (specific to them)

NOBODY FUCKING REACTS?? BESIDES LIKE TWO LINES THEY JUST GENUINELY DON’T CARE

and when they do, it’s THE SAME CRUTCHED CHARACTER!!!! we literally don’t learn anything new here (ABOUT BEN!!! idc abt klaus rn okay. ben deserves a fucking arc. it doesn’t count if everything he does is just a propellant for part of klaus’s character development)

original character already had what was probably the best closure they were going to get

like klaus was already basically scrapped to the side for s3 (UGH) and he barely interacts with anybody, and he only hangs with sparrow ben at the end. his arc was a mess!!!!! i’m not a klaus girlie (gn) but even i can stand here and say that he deserves better. he deserved to actually interact with more than one character

imagine s3 where sparrow ben is some random guy. he’s just a sparrow. ITS THE SAME FUCKING THING!!!!!!!

even if you just want shock value bullshit, “dad replaced us with other children” is kind of insane already okay.

they set up parallel universe shit and then were So Boring about it. no alt versions of the brellies. weird apocalypse that undermines the routine of the show. it’s not good!!

okay this kind of went off the rails but TLDR: sparrow ben was badly written and just used for shock value, and the season would be almost identical if instead of being an alternate version of their brother, he was just Some Guy (NOT A BAD THING). my problem is not with him as a character alone, it’s the fact that he’s supposed to be au!ben

and my final reason for hating sparrow ben?? it’s really petty okay. actually more of a fandom thing but PEOPLE PUT THEIR SPARROW BEN POSTS IN THE “ben hargreeves” TAG!!! i go in there looking for u!ben and it’s just him. FUCK!!!!!!! you couldn’t have thought of a different tag?? it would’ve been bad enough if they actually paralleled each other correctly, but (imo) that’s just SOME RANDOM GUY!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAA

this fandom is bad enough with cross-tagging which is like a whole other post.

sorry this was a little agressive. like, if you’re a s!ben enjoyer, it’s fine! live your life <333

anyways. byeeeee!!! ✌️

[nancydrewwouldnever]

After suffering through Ghosted and Grayman, both of which I watched weeks or months after they came out, I cannot tell you how disinterested I am in Red One. There’s no movies to look forward to or Marvel style press where you got funny interviews and interactions with his costars. You literally wanted to be friends with them all. If I hadn’t seen them on screen together I would’ve guessed that Ryan Gosling and him never met and now I just think they don’t like each other. Seeing Ryan do press for Barbie vs Grayman is eye opening. Even his remaining fans don’t seem to find Chris likable anymore, you only see them talk about his past roles not him as an actor and personality which is something he traded on for decades. They find him fake and feel tricked which is his prerogative, but again, these same remaining fans all admit he doesn’t have the acting chops to fall back on and that they would cast other actors in most roles he would be up for. He lost so many long standing fans on all platforms including tumblr (I can’t believe half of these people are still here) and large updates accounts like the Brazilian one on Twitter. His continued “life choices” seem in place to continue alienating and dropping more every day. Maybe this is the spell on me having been broken but I don’t see how he doesn’t go right to low B list at best. The guy is already doing Cons without being under contract to do them for Marvel. And that’s fine if he wants it but he’s got a steep climb if he wants much of a career going forward.

A lot here I agree with, some things I might think a little differently about. But I think most of us understand we're now in a fandom which is contracting daily, and dwindling. Many people aren't here for him at all, they're here for Steve Rogers/Cap, and that's valid. However, that means these are not the types of fans who are going to promote or even necessarily see his future work.

I will say, though, with absolute honesty... the return to the cons threw me for a loop. It always seemed he only attended them due to the clause in his Marvel contract about promotion. But I think this looks more like a very dispassionate form of a money grab. (As a person who used to go to cons, I don't say that lightly. I always hated guests who seemed like that.)

[stellarstarcelios]

☀️ "The Sun is Home" - Chapter 1: The Sun's Stubborn Light ☀️

☀️ Fandom: Overwatch 2 🔴 Pairing: Illari x Juno/Solarmars ☀️ Characters in Chapter: Juno, Illari, Venture 🔴 Word Count: 1380

☀️ Hiiiii, guys! Going back to this post I made the other night, I started and finished writing my first chapter of my Illari x Juno/Solarmars fic! I really do like how it came out even though it's a little shorter than usual for chapters I write in my stories!

🔴 I like this ship a lot, and besides that pairing, this story will also feature Juno and Venture being besties! I really like that idea as well. I hope you like this first chapter!

☀️ If you don't like this ship, do not reply/reblog with hate or mean messages. Just don't interact if you don't like it. I have nothing else against most other Illari or Juno ships.

🔴 Divider used made by me in Canva! Art above by me as well! I will try to put out a new chapter of this fic every Friday or Saturday, if I can! :D Shoutout to @whackacole3 for the ship name!

It was a little too much sometimes.

Juno had wanted nothing more than to learn everything she could about the world her parents once called home. Earth sounded like such a lovely place, a planet with people, fauna, places she had only imagined and seen in movies and books. The space ranger never would’ve thought she would be able to touch down on the blue planet, see the stars and her home as lights far above her head in the deep blue sky.

Juno had enveloped herself in what she could learn about Earth’s culture, its people, its many places and types of life. Things that her home planet was so devoid of. As much as she loved the new sights and sounds and smells…

At times, it was too much.

The sound of her mattress shifting with her weight followed Juno as she sat down on her bed. She laid her hands with one on top of the other on her lap, with her head ever so slightly bowed downwards. She let her lids fall over her tiring eyes, and a very soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped her.

The martian had been doing everything she could have today. After finally getting into the atmosphere to find her family friend, her, “Auntie Mei,” Juno’s journey led her to Watchpoint: Gibraltar, the Overwatch headquarters. Though there were brief tales of the organization back home, Juno had almost believed them to be of legend, of something that once was and never would be again.

Imagine her surprise at seeing Mei, looking as young as the pictures with the space ranger’s mother, with so many others around her.

It had been… a week or two now, she thought? Juno wasn’t quite sure. It seemed a lot longer than it had probably been. As much as she was excited and sure about Mei and Overwatch being able to help her family, the changes were so much.

Maybe too much.

Maybe she needed someone to ground her.

“Hey, you okay there, chica?”

A voice found its way to her ears, and Juno’s head tilted back up as she looked to see who had spoken. Their fluffy brown hair framed their tan skin, big brown eyes, and chipped teeth. They wore a yellow tank top, brown shorts, and a pair of big white boots.

Juno found herself taking a moment to think. What was their name again?

“Um… I… I think so?”

Venture leaned an arm against the doorway with their other hand on their hip. “You sure? You look pretty tired to me.”

Juno’s brows furrowed a bit as she realized how visible her exhaustion must have been on her face. She sighed again and rubbed her right arm with her left hand. “I guess so… um… I apologize, but, what is your name?”

“Sloan Cameron. You can call me Venture, or Sloan works too. I’ve got a billion nicknames though, so call me whatever, amigo.” A soft chuckle escaped their lips, one that made Juno feel a bit at ease. “So… Juno, right? What’s wrong?”

The space ranger moved her gaze away from the archaeologist, not wanting them to see her distress longer than they had to. “I am just… thinking. That is all.”

Venture’s lips pursed as they folded their arms over their chest. “It seems like more than that, Juno.” They straightened up their posture. “Too many thoughts bouncing around in your head?”

The martian blinked in surprise. “How did you…”

“Well, you’re not the only one.” Sloan pointed over their shoulder with a thumb, gesturing to a nearby room down the hall. “Illari seems to be just as tired and anxious as you are. I already talked a little to her.”

Juno nodded. “Illari,” she spoke, testing the Peruvian name on her tongue. “She is… she is the sun warrior, as I heard her be called, correct?”

“Yep. She’s an Inti Warrior. They were a group of ancient warriors in her country that could harness the power of the sun.” Venture shook their head a little. “But… she’s the last of them, unfortunately.”

Big brown eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

Amber eyes moved away. “I’m… not exactly the person to talk about that.” They tilted their head. “Maybe you can talk to her? She seems to be going through a lot like you right now.”

Juno furrowed her brows in concern, before averting her gaze again. Maybe talking with someone about her situation would help clear her thoughts, especially someone who seemed to be having as hard of a time as she was. The space ranger nodded after glancing at the archaeologist again. “Is she… which room is her’s?”

“72-S. She’s been in there for a while, so she probably needs someone to talk with.” Venture let out a little laugh, followed by a snort. “Heck, I think she’d do better with some company, amigo. Just… be gentle with her. She’s… been through a lot.”

*****

A soft knock came from the door of Illari’s room, her yellow eyes opening slowly. She didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, especially after her little spell of emotions. She vowed never to let anyone see her like this, not again.

Not ever again.

Another knock had her sighing as she stood and straightened up her posture. A thumb wiped her tears as she spun on her heels and walked to her door. “Who’s there,” she questioned.

“It’s… it’s Juno. I… I wanted to talk.”

The timidity in the space ranger’s voice made her widen her eyes a bit, but Illari soon narrowed them. “Leave me be. I don’t want to speak to anyone right now.”

As she turned to leave the door, Juno spoke again.

“I… I apologize. Sloan said you were in great distress, and… said you might need company.”

Those last few words made the Inti Warrior stop in her tracks and look over her shoulder at the door.

Juno clasped her hands in nervousness as she heard Illari’s footsteps stop. Maybe she had said something wrong? The last thing she wanted to do was upset one of her new acquaintances. When there was silence for a few more seconds, the martian began to turn around. Maybe this was a bad idea after–

The sound of a door sliding open made Juno turn her head to the side. Illari had a hand on the control panel of her door, face reading frustration.

Juno hadn’t really taken a long look at Illari before, but now that she was able to… she was beautiful. Her long, dark hair was braided as it usually was, and it framed her face so well. Her long lashes and deep golden eyes seemed to look into her soul and read everything about her.

Illari wore blue pajama pants, a blue top with long sleeves, white slippers, and a pink blanket draped over her shoulders like a cape. She looked comfy, but in an amazing way. She was… so pretty.

“What do you want, Juno?”

The stern voice of the warrior snapped the space ranger out of her trance, and she clasped her hands behind her back. “I–I didn’t mean to stare! I didn’t–I mean–”

Illiari folded her arms over her chest. “What did you want to talk about? I’m very tired and would like to rest before the sun goes down too far.”

Juno cleared her throat. “Well… Venture said you were… needed someone to talk to. I wanted to see if you needed someone to… what was the word I heard? Vent to?”

Illari pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh. “Persona curiosa, Venture never sticks to their own business.” She could see the martian looking at her with a great deal of apprehension and she lightened her tightly folded arms a bit. “Did they say anything else?”

A shake of Juno’s head was followed with, “No. They just said… that we both seem to be thinking too much. There are many thoughts in my head, and I just… need someone to talk to, I suppose. Someone who can understand my plight.”

There was a heavy silence for a moment, before Illari gestured with a hand for Juno to enter. “I suppose you can come in. I… I’ve been very curious about you.”

[pebiejeebies]

A little (long) chat about Inanimate Insanity..

(TW: ableism, curse words *like one curse word but oh well*)

DNI if you support ableism, hate neos, hate fictkins/alterhumans, and the DNI in my pinned. Thank you.

This is a VENT/RANT.. if you don’t like my vent, simply DNI, or whatever.. I honestly don’t care.

By the way to not confuse anyone, I used multiple pronouns flexibly in this, so if you see different pronouns, it’s still me talking about myself.

(Prns used: I/me, Xe/Xer |!| Neos: Cab/Cabself, Star/Starself)

Read at your own risk.

Let’s start.. shall we? (Poll below as well, I’m interested to hear your opinion and thoughts on this)

So.. I love listening about everyone’s opinions (If it wasn’t clear already), though I hate reading hate comments, especially about things I really love, like object shows.. specifically.. Inanimate Insanity..

Xe was REALLY trying to avoid talking about this, and about the hate towards the community, but xe HAD to talk.. Xe had to see why, and now that xe sees why.. well.. it starts to make xe feel guilty that xe supported all of this, that xe enjoyed seeing cabself (cabby) get beaten up by ableism, and just thought that it was “a part of their story line/arc!” So xe just shoved it aside, thinking maybe they wanted to make cab very relatable! Since she has memory issues and such! (Which did make cab very relatable, but it wasn’t worth it at all..)

I was so gullible, I didn’t see the red flags AT ALL, and I was too scared to confront myself and actually read the hate comments. It’s so hard to see something you like so much turn into this.. ridiculousness. Why can’t I just stick to a STABLE community, that I RELATE to, LOVE, AND KIN?! 

Can you imagine?! I KIN CABBY. What am I supposed to do when one day ii gets cancelled?! What happens to us fictkins when we get hate just because our characters belong in an ableist show?! I’m seriously worried, I wish I didn’t read any of these hate comments, but yet again, I would’ve never learnt the harsh truth, the harsh reality about everything.

Star has been searching, fandom to fandom, looking for that perfect fandom that star relates to, that’s popular, that’s LIKED. And NOW… 

Star loses. again. And now star is stuck with a kin that belongs in an ableist show. Because it wasn’t stars choice, because it never was stars choice, and star thought for once.. maybe something star couldn’t choose (specifically about fictionkin) wouldn’t be so bad! What would happen if star found out star kinned a character in a silly show? 

Well.. star found out alright. And star is not sure us fictkins will be accepted. Maybe I’m overthinking this and people won’t hate star/us, but star just can’t help but worry… You know? What if people shame us for being something we never chose to be? Especially when it links with an ableist show.. 

The real question is, do YOU accept me? Do you accept US? Even though our kin types belong in a bad community? Will we be allowed to interact with people? Or will we have to hide our identities because we might be in everyone’s DNI List?? (I’m genuinely speaking for all fictkins that have a kin in the show, I’m not only worried about myself, but about my fellow kins as well. I just hope this ends well…)

…

It’s honestly hard. I hate this. I just try my best to cover up the hate with things I love, and now, I can’t even deny it! The hate isn’t hate alone.. the hate is AWARENESS. ABLEIST AWARENESS, That’s so (im)perfectly hidden behind these fanon lies to make sure that it doesn’t pop out as much, and it did work.. for me at least.. but now the truth can’t hide.

Spread awareness. Share the truth. And.. maybe we can all figure this out together.

At least, this is what I hope to see.

Will I get hate? Probably.  Am I overreacting again because I certainly love doing that? Probably..

Will I give a fuck about it? …probably.. but that doesn’t matter.

All I care to show is the truth. Whether you hate or love ii, whether you think I’m ridiculous or saying the truth.

Well. I think I’ve said enough, and if you don’t know why ii is ableist, (#ii neg) has all the answers you need..

(also tw for curse words, harsh words and hate towards a lot of things, so really be careful there. It really affected me badly when I read most of the stuff in that tag so if ur sensitive please read at your own risk.)

I guess it’s time for the poll.. maybe that’s what you came for, not sure, but do as you wish. Harsh your truth may be but I just wanted to hear it. 

*id appreciate this if you reblogged <3 /nf, and if ur worried abt me, I’ll be fine dw!*

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Heartfelt || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: Angst feelings, mostly.

Wordcount: 2248

Summary: Sometimes the best way to support someone, is to be the person you needed most when you were going through similar pain

AN: excuse me while I just casually shred my own heart into pieces over this just HNNG the feels

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"I knew I'd find you here."

The sun had only just dipped away behind the horizon; and Kurt had been up there the whole time as it slowly hid away for the night, the only one who had kept him company on the rooftop of the mansion having been a little bluebird that had long since flown off when she showed up. Granted, this would be exactly where she’d find herself if she needed a moment away from it all again. Speaking of…

"It's not like you to vanish from the mansion for most of the day," Miranda softly noted, "that's usually more my style."

She went over to him, her pace elegant and almost catlike before she halted next to him and slowly sat down. Observing him from the corner of her eyes and clearly debating on what to do as he sat there with his gaze still on the horizon, her hand slowly reached out to him. She clearly hesitated a little, pulling back once or twice before her fingertips lightly touched his arm. It seemed to wake him from his thoughts enough as his eyes went towards her. A deep sigh left him, but before she could take that as a signal to draw her hand back, he placed his own over hers and lightly pushed it closer to his arm.

"Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today," he muttered, hoping that answering her supportive touch was what she needed to make her stay, "there's just.. a lot on my mind, I guess."

She looked at his hand as it remained over hers, putting her free hand on top of that and lightly resting her head to the top of his arm in the hopes that the silent physical affection helped a little.

"Is it because of what that cashier said?" she could hear the slight, startled gasp that came out of him at that, which was pretty much confirming it from the get go.

"How did you-"

"Good hearing. I hear a lot; especially things people say when they think they're being subtle and quiet. And she wasn't exactly either in her jealousy."

His eyebrows furrowed at that, and he actually turned his head a little more towards her. Jealous? He tried to remember the tone of the cashier's voice, but all he could think of were her words, not so much the tone they were said in.

"Jealous?"

Miranda just nodded, a slight, knowing smile on her lips as her eyes flicked to Kurt.

"Oh, yeah. It was very obvious that she only said half of what she meant to say. 'Why is he with that human, parentheses, when I'm standing right here?' She'd been trying to get your attention the whole time you were mentally calculating if you had enough money for what we had left to get or if you needed to save some things for a next run."

"My attention? For what?"

She tried not to laugh, her face contorting for a moment at the attempt; but she managed to keep her giggle to herself.

"Please, Kurt. From the moment you walked in she was trying to flirt with you. And it wasn't subtle; even I noticed that was her intent when the amount of times other people had to tell me "Miranda, he was trying to flirt with you" is frankly, straight up, embarrassing."

"Well, some way to do it," Kurt grumbled, trying to ignore the slight burn of embarrassment as it burned in his cheeks, "implying I shouldn't be interacting with regular humans, judging them like that, real attractive, lady. She.. she was implying you- She knows nothing about you, it would’ve been so easy for her to just not say anything.”

"There's worse things to be compared to than a human," Miranda said with a light shrug, to which a thought dawned upon Kurt.

"You... heard what the guy said too, before we went to the convenience store, huh?"

"About you? Yeah. And for what it’s worth; I also heard his friend telling him to shut the fuck up, in a tone that makes me think that friendship isn't going to last much longer if he keeps his idiocy up. Kind of wish I had said something like that, too; but then you suggested leaving so I thought you just didn't want it becoming some whole scene between the four of us. I.. hope that didn't come across as me letting him get away with insulting you." There was a sense of fierce loyalty in her voice, something that told him she would've tore the guy a new one had he not almost immediately suggested they leave.

"I did want to leave as soon as he started insulting me. I don't like wasting my time confronting some stranger who thinks I'm not allowed to exist, looking like I do. But the lady, with her "real human" comment; that stung. As if her physical mutation, as if mine, immediately means we're incompatible with anyone who isn't mutated on the same level, or a non-mutant. I already hear that "too mutant" nonsense enough from someone who's supposed to..."

As his voice trailed off, Miranda turned to him with concern plainly written on her face. He was implying people closer to him than random strangers out on the street were giving him grief for looking the way he did, and she genuinely couldn't think of anyone it could be. The other X-men for as far as she could recall only ever made notes about how fuzzy he was. Even her own team, her friends; even then only his fur came up in conversation, not much else, which begged the question...

"Who's calling you-" she started, the protest fizzling out as soon as his eyes met hers. Something about the slightest hint of sorrow swirling around in them told her that this was something far deeper and more complicated than a friend accidentally coming across as harsher than they wanted to.

"... I've been hearing my mother in my head all day," Kurt quietly admitted, appreciating the light little supportive squeeze she gave his arm, "She... I don't know. I feel like, on some level, she always wanted to be human instead of a mutant. To be normal. Wanted me to be normal. And, well.. I wasn't. And I just hope that someday, who I actually am will be good enough for her."

Her heart simply broke for him, the clipped tone of his voice betraying that this was an old hurt that never seemed to sting any less as time went by. She wanted to ask for the whole story behind it, but decided that was probably the worst thing to ask right about now; she didn’t want to reopen old wounds like that. Her mind was racing, options and questions popping up at random as she tried to figure out what was actually a good move to make, a good thing to say; she never had much faith in her ability to comfort, glad that with the friends she had been making there was always someone who knew what to say if someone was upset. But now, it all came down to her and her alone; she didn't know what to do, how ease even a little bit of his emotional pain on this matter like he did for her whenever her mind got the better of her.

Like he did for her. She grabbed onto that thought, dragging it back to the forefront. If anything, Kurt usually was a perfect example of someone who knew what to say to comfort and reassure. If the roles were reversed, if she was struggling with some emotional matter like this... What would he do? What would she need to hear from him for this to feel even slightly better, if this was happening to her? What would he tell her? She thought about it a bit longer, trying to land somewhere between helpful and gentle, and trying to find a way to say things in her own words. And as it finally came to her, Miranda shifted, turning her whole body towards him. She freed her hands from where they had been the whole time, wrapping them around his chest in a supportive hug as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"You are enough. More than enough. I see you try so hard, every day, to make a positive difference in the world. You're warm, you're kind, you're strong- You’re simply wonderful, Kurt. My life is genuinely a lot better with you in it, and nothing anyone says will ever convince me otherwise. You deserve the whole world, honestly. And your family, your friends, everyone here at the mansion? They see you for who you are, for who you’re trying to be. They love you."

I love you.

Those three words seemed to be sinking away as if trapped in quicksand, stuck somewhere in the very back of her throat with no hope of pulling them any further than that. Unspoken, they swirled lower and lower, sinking away to the depths of her chest as her heart quietly whined in protest. God, how she wished those words were actually easy to say when it mattered most, how she wished that it was easy to simply admit that’s how she truly felt about him. But the longer she tried to grasp those words, the faster they slipped from her fingers, and the more a voice in the back of her head insisted that this wasn't the time to be a romantic sap about the situation. That feeling of it not being the right time to bring it up was only confirmed to her when something in him seemed to crack; as if something was pushed into one last bend it couldn't handle and thus broke instead.

He rapidly lost the fight against his own tears, burning his eyes with such intensity that it took no time for them to start pouring down his cheeks. She let go only enough to pull him into a better hug, gently pressing his head to the lower curve of her neck and pressing a kiss to his head. Keeping one hand there to softly run over his hair, the other was draped protectively around him. She felt how in response he wrapped his arms around her torso, his tail swirling itself around her waist to anchor himself further; holding to her almost for dear life as the tears kept raining down

"Don't go," her heart broke once more at the hurt tone of his voice, "please."

"I'm not going anywhere," she gently reassured, tightening her grip on him ever so slightly, "I promise. I've got you."

She just held him close, silently promising that she was riding this emotional storm out with him no matter how long it would take. And when it did subside, when everything seemed to have poured out of him, she held onto him until he released his grip on her, first. As he pulled back, she cupped his face in her hands, using her thumbs to gently wipe away the remaining tears on his cheeks- He looked emotionally exhausted.

“You… wanna turn in for the night?” she asked softly, to which he nodded in response. She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, in the hopes that would reassure him even more, “My room is right below, here, think you can…?”

“Uhm, yeah, give… Give me a moment,” he muttered, wiping at his own eyes as he took a few deep breaths; he needed to calm down a little more before he could manage to visualize her room and teleport them both over. When he did, he held onto her a little tighter than he normally would- really not wanting to let her go, but at the same time…

“I should.. go to my own room, I guess.” It was a poor argument when he couldn’t convince his own body to drop it’s hold on her, her eyes going down to where his hands were clutching onto her arm, before looking back up to him. Quiet defiance built up in her; he was absolutely not going to spend this night alone in his own room, no matter what his claim of that being the better solution was. Grabbing onto him in response, she simply tugged him towards the bed already there. She flopped down on it easily, taking him along as neither actually let go.

“Come here,” it was a soft spoken demand, but a very welcome one as Kurt gratefully nestled himself back in her embrace. Focusing on her calm breathing and the steady beat of her heart, his mind finally seemed to ease up a little while she spoke up, “of course I’m not letting you go by your room to deal with this by yourself. I know firsthand what a poor idea that is… you wouldn’t let me do that either, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he muttered after a bit, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t apologize. Just… try and get some sleep, okay? I’m here. I’ll be here, the whole time. Promise.”

“Thank you.”

“This is the least I can do, but, you’re welcome. You’d do the same for me.” She tried to ignore how that notion made her heart flutter and whine at the same time, lightly running her fingers through his hair until he fell asleep in her protective embrace.

[platinumrosetail]

It's been a while I have an request!

Can I have a yandere botw Link and gagondorf ( probably spelled his name wrong) x a female child gallade Pokemon reader where they find the reader confused and scared

So I just got botw recently as I got that game and tears of the kingdom. These are the only games of Zelda that I have ever played so I don’t know much of the lore plus I’m still not that far in the game.

Since I’m not that far in the game I’ll make this pretty close to where I am and change a few things.

The requester said that I could have it separate or together so i decided together as it would be easier since I’m just now getting into the fandom.

Anyway hope you like what I did with it! Also this might turn out short because of memory and me not being able to think of anything but hopefully it turns out to be not short so wish me luck.

Warning: noob author, female reader, platonic yandere characters, possible violence, and others.

Characters: link, ganon.

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It was after the calamity when link first saw you. You had met link while he was out in the forest looking for stuff like the days where he had to forage for things when the calamity was still happening, you were just walking around noticing he different plants and creatures you weren’t familiar with and in doing so didn’t notice the male in front of you; which was link, and bumping into him.

He decided to bring you to ganon’s castle as he was worried on why such a young child was out all alone where they could get hurt or worse killed as the mobs of enemies are still not yet tamed to be good.

You just evolved into a gallade shockingly enough though you were still young and inexperienced in fighting so all you did was train until something you don’t know happened and next thing you know is that you were in this unfamiliar world.

Gannon was shocked to see his lover bring in a child with him after coming back from his adventure in the woods. When explained of how link found her he decided that she would be their child and heir as he saw how link is with her even with how soon link met her.

Gannon and link both was informed by her about how her species is and that she would’ve been a gardevoir as s that was the female version, but she got her wish about being a gallade instead, she also explain the many species in her world tyhat she could remember, even saying how the two reminds her of certain pokemon; Gannon being a like a heatran that you’ve heard about in passings one time. Link reminds you of a pokemon from johto called celebi.

You meet Zelda later on who reminds you of a man-made Pokémon called magearna which was made for a princess and Zelda’s a princess. Even though link is her friend you don’t get to know her much as ganon made link realize all of the trauma she may unintentionally or intentionally placed on him so link made sure to retain as her bodyguard and have little interaction with Zelda as much as he could without seeming suspicious.

You met Sidon the prince of zora’s; he reminds you of a red gyarados mixed with a garchomp and when you told him that he was clueless and fascinated. He wished that he had gotten to link so you’d be his and link’s daughter but sadly he was fixed into a arranged marriage with yona and he sadly couldn’t get out of it plus ganon already had link and ganon’s powerful, too powerful for him to beat. He loved yona but as a friend and sister and not as a lover.

(A/n: hope y’all like what i did with it!! Also this was referenced off a au of requester and mine that we made and i used it to give me an idea on how to post it. Reason why I know a few things even though i recently got the game is because i accidentally spoiled myself of what happened in totk. Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)