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lucienne-thee-librarian · 1 year ago

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18 on the choose violence 😏

EDIT: As y'all may have guessed, my queue I was saving drafts of these in was running last night and I forgot to switch the time over so here's the real answer.

18 - It's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on: you want me to CHOOSE?!? You expect me to CHOOSE just ONE character from Sandman that the fandom sleeps on?!?!?!? Oh, jail for 1000 years - well let me spin the roulette wheel Rose and Jed.

ROSE. God I'm emotional about her. She's been through so much, the loss of her baby brother with a father who it's implied was not the nicest, lost her mother and her best friend in the same year, and she nearly destroyed the world but yknow what, she literally did nothing wrong here. She called Dream an asshole and totally got away with it. She's got gay hair and gayer friends (fellow bi!Rose truthers anyone???? Hello??? Someone else please discuss, queer people do all tend to flock together) and I hope she gets everything she wants.

I really want to explore the possibilities of a growing relationship with her and her immortal family sometime. Morpheus isn't just going to forget about her and Jed and him looking out for her baby brother is the only way I can see her kind of starting to warm up to him again. Like I WANT to see that weird tense but possibly loving relationship explored. Dream clearly respected her intelligence and wanted to give her more information (even if he was also using her to find the Corinthian which. Not cool).

(Also I think she'd go NUTS for the library of Dreams. Like she's a writer and suddenly she's seeing all the books never published?? Who wouldn't want to read them all?)

I have feelings about the parallels between her and Death. Plus I have a hc as some of my friends already know, that in one of Rose's low moments Despair finds her and something about the fact that this girl is family tugs at her. She has her function and her duties but she also has a sense of loyalty. So that could cause some seriously juicy potential internal conflict for her AND Rose honestly kind of needs an outlet for her bottled up grief and the weightof responsibility she feels. For Jed, for Lyta and her son...feel free to ask or dm me if you want to know more this post is already long enough xD

(And the fact that in a series where she's ONE OF THE MAIN FUCKING CHARACTERS for multiple episodes of this series she gets so much less attention ON HER OWN SELF - I'm talking art and fic overall PERIOD, let alone stuff where she gets any interiority of her own or her character taken seriously is just. I don't even know man)

jED. My precious baby boy my son. I want to give him a hug. I want to wrap him in a warm blanket and give him cocoa and as much popcorn as he wants. Dream's reaction to Jed was in fact channeling me. This kid has been through too much and he deserves to live a happier life with his sister, so thank God he's gonna get it.

(But also does anyone wanna talk to me about the fact that Jed is a possible candidate for Dream's successor when he's older and might be even more viable than MASSIVE COMIC SPOILER ALERT Daniel Hall and all the ways this could complicate things HELLO.)

Miranda Walker - either the gif search function is broken which isn't beyond the realm of possibility here, or I couldn't find one gif of her in this show. And I KNOW people have made them I just can't find one...sigh

But I really want her to get more attention because her story is so potentially fascinating even if she barely got any screen time. Like this girl is the granddaughter of Desire, that must've massively impacted her life. I want to know how she dealt with the relationship with her children's father going sour and him taking Jed away and her struggling to raise her kids.

And last but certainly not least drumroll please...UNITY. That's right we're giving the whole Walker-Kincaid family some love!!

HER. The queen the legend the moment.

Her story man...it gets me emotional every time. She could've had a life in the waking world. I really want to see more about what her dream life (which we know she experienced as real, with time passing and all, because of the things she said about it) was like. Even without Desire, how did she handle basically growing up in Wonderland surrounded by dreams? (I can't take credit for the Alice in Wonderland vibes that was @violetoftheendless 's great idea.) Did she make friends and a new found family there? Did she see signs she didn't understand at the time of dreams and nightmares falling into chaos and eventually leaving the realm in a slow trickle?

But also she's just such a genuinely lovely person. She took Rose into her heart without a second thought and was prepared to take Jed - I'm sure she didn't know how much more time she had but she knew she didn't have forever, and she wanted a family again and she'd lost her own parents long ago and never gotten to say goodbye...and the kicker is, unlike in the comic where she's basically on her deathbed already, she COULD have possibly lived a little longer. But she chose to sacrifice her new life to save Rose's. If this woman doesn't deserve the Spirit of Love label like I've seen in some truly beautiful meta from @windsweptinred I don't know who does. BUT ALSO she's not a perfect inhuman angel either, she is capable of being charmed by the Corinthian, which - looking around at the fandom, one can see she's not alone so I for one can't blame her too much, but also she met the king of dreams and nightmares and within less than 5 minutes called him a himbo to his face. She's beautifully human with icon behavior and Sandra James-Young deserves all the credit in the world for this role.

#rose walker #jed walker #unity kincaid #miranda walker #choose violence ask game #the sandman #me banging pots and pans together in delight going ROSE AND JED AND UNITY ARE ALL THE BEST CHARACTERS AND I WILL DIE FOR THEM AND YOURE ALL #GONNA HEAR ABOUT IT thanks for giving me the excuse :) not that I need one

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mbslost · 9 months ago

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(gotta leave my opinions here as well)

never said she's ignorant. plus based on the things on twt that i presume you wrote (since the accusations here are similar) you're pretty aware about the fact she's emotionally unstable, thus her apologies look rushed and choppy and shit or whatever.

i understand you try to put the light on her shitty behaviour but some stuff are illogical. complete nonsense. god forbid people to have friends who make questionable jokes or make whatever character you want, WITH WHAT COLOUR YOU WANT.

the drawing with Strade in a nazi uniform its fine as long no one says that they support the ideology (she apologised multiple times and realised she made people upset). another thing is that it was a request by a anon on gurobob i believe. also did we all forgot about the fact Strade is a german-canadian? keyword: german.

(ps. funny how she's held "accountable" over a post from 2016 while EP was let free over everything he/she did) ["but EP left the internet" the fans did not.]

about her mods. she indeed acted unprofessional but lets be honest, how many people would volunteer to moderate a server from a horror novel with porn (if they exist and are willing to, great!) Gatobob is still a human, and like any other human, she can make mistakes (bigger or not). "but she ignored the problem" ignored means that she wouldn't even try to fix it.

the callout blog made after she left the interned is complete nonsense. I DONT MEAN SHE DIDNT DO THINGS WRONG (such as poor management and not giving a better apology), but let's be honest. she can handle it privately and apologize IN PRIVATE TO THE VICTIM, NOT TO HER COMMUNITY. did the entire fandom got "harassed"? no so. its a thing between the three of them (Gatobob, Melon and pussyspieler on twt)(also i dont understand how Gatobob is racist here when she tried to reconcile both sides)

in the end i dont see the logic of butting in ohters problem by demanding an apology in a forced way or taking the user hostage. i understand that you try to put in light things she did wrong, i completely agree with that in order to make others acknowledge their mistakes, but not by harassing them over and over with shit they did years ago.

therefore PUT THE LIGHT ON THE DAMN VICTIM AND STOP ACTING LIKE A MORON. let the one who got harassed in this drama talk and not you, someone that wasnt even asked.

(bonus edited: in that case i would apologise for my ignorant behaviour for using slurs and such. is it truly from the heart? nah, but i will behave myself since i caused discomfort. i apologise for my ignorant behaviour.)

in the end wish you all well.

PLEASE READ @//PUSSYSPIELER POSTS ON TWT AS WELL!!! (better see more perspectives over this shit)

(edit: remember, if someone harasses you or you dont like, block them. on discord? you can do that as well. enjoy the art not the creator)

#boyfriend to death #btd #btd2 #gatobob #tpof

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merp-blerp · 1 year ago

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Some Tincrow Moments From The Wiz Production I Just Saw While It’s Fresh In My Mind

Note: I had never seen the stage version of The Wiz before last night, so I could be missing things and points. Also, my memory might be just a bit fuzzy on exact details, but I know this stuff mention did indeed happen at some point.

Avery Wilson was Scarecrow and Phillip Johnson Richardson was Tinman. They absolutely killed it. Everyone did. I’m going to need a cast album and pro-shot please!

Scarecrow is a dance God once they get him off the poll in time for “You Can’t Win”. Why they kept Michael Jackson on a damn poll in the movie despite the fact that his dance moves would've been really cool for Scarecrow, I’ll never know.

This is the first direct Oz retelling I’ve seen to give Scarecrow a human backstory (Wicked is more of/better off seen as it’s own thing in my opinion). He was once a scientist who got his brain taken by one of the witches and turned into a Scarecrow. I don’t remember if it’s mentioned if he had a family in this show—it might’ve not been—but if he did I guess he would’ve completely forgotten because he “has no brain”. And I might be wrong, but I think it was mentioned he had a name too, but if so I don’t remember it. I find that interesting and fun to play with, especially if one would be able to compare and contrast that with Nick Chopper’s backstory (and/or whatever the Tinman’s name might be in this version of Oz; guy collects names like candy). I would have to see The Wiz again in order to do that myself, but you know, I like the idea.

Tinman’s backstory is slightly different. He was too gay and sassy for his own good, saying one of the witches was a “rusty” singer, causing her to turn him from a lumberjack into a “heartless” Tinman who gradually lost almost all of his memories outside of the mere fact that he once had a family due to this curse. He thinks he doesn’t have a heart because he can’t remember the ones he loved, just that he used to. Nimmie Amee isn’t a part of his story in this show. That’s about as tragic as the backstory Baum gave him, if not worse.

Give me an angst with a happy ending AU where Tinman and Scarecrow knew each other as humans but both forgot due to their curses, only to rediscover each other through their found families. Imagine Scarecrow having Nimmie Amee’s original role in a way—noooo—

Scarecrow mimicking Tinman’s rusty dance moves while they oil him (he mimicked a lot of people throughout the show—Dorothy, the wizard’s announcers calling his name, maybe etc., so I guess it was just his cute little thing).

When Dorothy’s trying to convince the gang to bring Lion along Tinman says “Are you sure? We already have to bring Captain Brainless?” (or something a lot like that, I'm paraphrasing), thinking they had too many already as if his husband wasn't first in line on the journey before him, only for Scarecrow to say, “I’m captain?!?!” *Insert cute happy head waggles* (Hits different when you know Scarecrow becomes the ruler of Oz after the first book till Ozma’s found, but his leadership wasn't mentioned in The Wiz so maybe that's not on purpose) I adore Avery Wilson’s take on Scarecrow. Tinman has always been my favorite of Dorothy’s friends if I had to pick one, but Wilson’s performance really made Scarecrow stand out even more than usual. I don’t know if I can explain it, it might just have to be seen; pray there’s a slime tutorial out there.

Lion’s kinda gay too, but in solo. And I know Ozma’s not here, so there’s not really any evidence for Dorothy’s queerness… but she is—I can feel it in my lesbian soul, okay!?!?

All of Dorothy’s friends not only want their gifts, but don't see the point in their existences without them. It made me sad for them.

I don’t know where to mention it, but Toto’s not in this show at all—poor guy. EDIT: I just learned that in the original production, Toto was played by a white dog as a joke that there was an all-black cast as opposed to him traditionally being a black/brown dog with a white cast. That is hilarious—why didn't they recreate that???

Tincrow’s only straight-feeling moment is with them both being distracted by the poppies (which caught me off guard in this show because traditionally Scarecrow and Tinman are the only ones not affected by the poppies because they’re not flesh and blood like Dorothy, Lion, and Toto; in this Dorothy was the one to break everyone free from them. I’ve been trying to understand the purpose of this change. Maybe to give Dorothy a bit more agency). The poppies were these sensual flower ladies trying to convince the gang to be lazy, which on it’s own is a fun twist on the flowers that put Dorothy and Lion to sleep. But hey, maybe that makes it not straight, just lazy. I'm all for Bi4Bi Tincrow too.

After the Kalidahs attack they comfort and hype each other and Dorothy up (Dorothy’s their sapphic adopted daughter, in this essay, I will—).

I forget when exactly this happens, maybe during the Kalidahs scene, but at one point they casually cling to each other's arms for no(?) reason. They just met and they’re already married.

Scarecrow backup-singing a little before everyone else joins Tinman during “What Would I Do If I Could Feel” (at least at my showing, I don’t know if this is a regular occurrence as a part of the show or just something that happened to happen at mine).

Making fun of the Wicked Witch together, calling her smelly, and having Lion join in. Bros, that’s what got you in trouble to begin with—messing with a dang witch!

Interestingly, the idea of Dorothy’s friends having they’re gifts all along isn’t here. Instead, it’s implied that after they kill the last wicked witch the curse is mostly lifted, with Tincrow’s gifts returning to them, but they stay a scarecrow and tin-man for some reason. I like to think they still had them all along though, that idea’s too cute and sweet for me to let go of.

The last time we see them they leave the stage together, Lion going ahead of them to reunite with his mom. I can’t explain why this feels important to me. I guess because usually characters exit the stage individually as like a goodbye queue to the audience, knowing that that last step off the stage will detemand the last impression of the characters. So the fact that the last impression of both of them is them together feels special. Or maybe it’s just me.

They both had such sassy black queer vibes the whole time. The show itself already has such sass, but both of them, Scarecrow especially, were oozing it in different fonts. They were giving off bear x twink—or maybe otter couple vibes.

Gay or not, The Wiz is so great! I recommend it so much!

#the wiz #the wonderful wizard of oz #the wizard of oz #tincrow #tinman #tin man #tin woodsman #scarecrow #l frank baum #avery wilson #phillip johnson richardson

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rulerzreachf4n7 · 8 months ago

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This has been on my mind recently and I just can't get it off soooo yeah

Just know I am not defending/supporting any of the actions of any characters I mention, I'm just some random ass teenager who's confused as hell so if I get something wrong PLEASE TELL ME!!!

Also trigger warning for sensitive subjects while reading since it's too much to list

So y'all know Valentino from Hazbin? Y'all know that vivzipop sold merch of him (supposedly, I'm not sure what type of merch it was) and basically people got mad cause of course Valentino is a villain and if you're an evil character it makes it automatically bad to make merchandise of you...and since he's done TERRIBLE THINGS, it makes it even worse

On one hand I agree but on the other I don't

You are allowed to like villain characters, no one is stopping you but yourself, I personally don't like Valentino but if you do then shit, who tf is gonna stop you? But it's only problematic if you support their actions, remember, you can like a character without supporting what bad things they've done, you can like a villain character for their design/looks/literally anything but their bad actions (just like me with Belos from TOH!)

And y'all know Belos from The Owl House? Half of the fandom loves him, the rest doesn't, how come when I see merch of him, whether it be plushies, or pins, or A FUCKING BODY PILLOW (yes that actually exists) no one goes "WHY ARE YOU MAKING MERCH OF BELOS DO YOU KNOW WHAT BAD STUFF HE'S DONE???? 🤬"

I know it might be a weird comparison with Val and Belos since I literally know no other fandom I've been that likes (one of the main) villains, and yes, I have seen people like Valentino before (just for his design y'all dw)

And for any of y'all wondering what their crimes are I'm not sure they're all 100℅ accurate I might've left some out for Valentino but for Belos it's just wayy too many for me for list (and I like forgot most of his crimes and I'm making this on a school night💀) but it's just what I've gathered

Valentino: trafficking, rape, sexual assault, abuse

Belos: attempted genocide, committed fratricide, murdered grimwalkers (which where at the tweens-teens ages), child abuse, abuse, and too much more that I remember/can list

It's just lowkey kinda weird to me cause, can't we just like characters and make merch? Honestly it was pretty tasteless that vivzipop made merch of val in the first place cause...who tf is gonna buy that?? And second as of recent literally no one is buying her merch so MAJOR L to viv hehe, and if you're gonna make merch of villains maybe not in the form of a shirt? (I'm not 100℅ sure if it was a shirt but that's just what I've heard) I mean, a plushie or pin would be nice but who tf is gonna be walkin around on the streets with a damn Valentino shirt...? No one 💀

(And I know it's weird I'm using Belos as an example but I've see some Toh/HH fans who just so happen to like Belos and I literally know no other fandom other fandom who likes the main villain or one of the side ones who don't get redeemed so yeah just wanted to clear that up)

(Edit, yeah uhm I might know ONE FANDOM that likes the villain...William Afton...thank you to that person who commented idk how I didn't think of William Afton as a villain people like...)

And of course I'm not saying you can't make merch of villains so sorry if it looks like I was intending that hadn't notice until of course the commenter pointed that out lol

#my posts:3 #the owl house #toh #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel #hazbin criticism #hazbin critique #hazbin valentino #emperor belos #toh belos #belos

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crowcryptid · 1 year ago

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A bad tutorial on how to rip the models + animations from ultrakill and put them in blender

Note: Im using a blender addon to import the models, this is because fbx import is kinda broken by default in blender. The addon Im using is called better fbx importer and exporter. Its paid, but there are other ways to get it. Try without the addon first. If it doesnt work, DM me for a link.

This is NOT a blender tutorial. k? pls dont ask me blender questions.

You will need: Blender (free), AssetStudio (free), and if you want to make gifs, some sort of program like photoshop. I'm not explaining how to render things or make gifs.

ok. Begin.

Go to your install of ultrakill and copy the file path.

Open asset studio and click LOAD FOLDER. Not any of the other ones. Paste the path to your ultrakill FOLDER. Not any of the folders inside that folder, just use the whole thing. Then. Wait. If you dont have enough ram, this wont work. If your pc isnt great this will probably freeze up. If that happens, sorry not much I can do.

Once its all loaded, go to "asset list", then under filter type select "animator" and "animationclip". Search for what model you want. In this case, theres a lot. I dont remember which one i used but most of them should work. Some may have extra stuff attached, like swords.

right click the animator and click "go to scene hierarchy"

Select it. Again, this isn't a blender tut so the model you grab may be incomplete, for ex: sisyphus and minos have separate parts for their hearts/veins and sisyphus has a unique head made of 3 parts. Im sorry I wont be explaining all that :p This is just a basic guide. Experiment and you'll get it eventually.

BTW you can grab his weapon models but I havent figured out how to include them with the animations yet. If its even possible, idk.

Now for the annoying part. Finding the animation. If you just search for gabriel, you'll notice only 3 come up. I suggest sorting only by "animationclip" (do not use the search bar) and trying to find one. If you grab an animation for someone else, it wont work. This is just trial and error. For ease, I will be using the one called ZweiCombo (not ZweiDash despite the pic, i fucked up lol), I know this one belongs to gabe cause he is the only one with swords, well besides swordsmachine but you get what I mean..

Ok, now create a folder somewhere and name it.

Under model, use "export selected objects (merge) + selected animationclips" and export it all to the folder you made.

Now open blender and import the fbx file. If you press spacebar you should see something move. If it doesnt work then um.. you either grabbed the wrong animation, wrong model, or the fbx import got fucked. Trial and error. The textures also may be missing but again, this is not a blender tutorial. You can search that up, but to find textures if they didnt export at all, use filter type "texture2d" and search the character, you should be able to find all their textures. Some exceptions tho. For ex: gabes wings are named like "t_wings.png"

done :]

There are other ways to grab the model, by grabbing the "mesh" not the "animator". I think works both ways, as far as I can tell?

EDIT: Forgot to mention that, as far as I know, you can only have 1 animation attached to the model you exported. This is why we made a folder. So if you want 5 animations from the same character, create 5 folders and export the model 5 times with a different animation selected each time. If an animation doesn’t work, I recommend just deleting everything you exported and starting again.

#ultrakill #long post #worlds shittiest tutorial 👍

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lara635kookie · 1 year ago

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About my ship Red Crackle/Carmivy/Carulia ship analysis, I gotta clarify three things:

1-It was based solely out of my own personal opinions and interpretations of the show. I just wanted to share to people who might think the same and you can disagree with me and It's totally fine.

2-I never meant for it to sound mean or disrespectful. If it did, I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention. If anyone has any constructive criticism I'll be more than happy to listen and do better. I reread the analysis and found some parts that can have offensive or rude double meaning and I edited them. If it has anything else that feels off and I realize I'll go back and edit again. I just want you to know that initially I genuinely saw no harm in the words I wrote but then I revisited the text and found out some parts that could be misinterpreted, distorting the message and what I really meant. That was my mistake. So I switched them to things that can be rightfully interpreted more clearly instead.

3-It is a new writing format for me. It's the first time I publish something like a ship analysis(I only made two character's - Maelstrom and Paper Star - analysis before) and I know it's not perfect, it actually has a lot of things I'm not totally satisfied with that I only noticed now, but I tried my best not to sound hateful to anyone. I recognize that and I removed some stuff, modified and added others and before I ended up expressing myself badly in some moments and I'm ashamed and I regret that but I'm not a perfect individual and way less a perfect writer. I'm still learning and I got a lot to learn. And I wanna learn. I'm willingly to learn. And getting it wrong is a way of learning. I had written the analysis quite a few time ago and I forgot to check it out again and make revisions before posting like I always do. I'll be more careful next time and change what needs to be changed to avoid misunderstandings. If there's any line I crossed, you can tell me and I'll fix it. People can reach out to me here on the blog or contact me through private messages if you prefer. Again, I apologize for any sort of disturbance I may have caused. I'll work hard so it doesn't happen again.

#ship analysis #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmensandiego #carmen sandiego netflix

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thessalian · 1 year ago

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Thess vs Junior Doctors

A quick break from the Cavalcade of Liveblog to discuss one of the banes of my existence. No, not exorbitantly long bits of typing.

...Actually, yes, those too, but more along the lines of who's doing them and how badly they fuck up. Basically we have a few new junior doctors in and two of them made the earlier part of my day absolute hell.

So when I went to pick up some typing when I logged in this morning, it was big chunks of three- and four-minute ones, and two around the fucking twenty minute mark. Which ... I mean ... that could simply not be right. Right? Just in case, I only took a few, plus those two nightmare dictations (because gods know no one else was going to touch them) and got to work.

The one that listed as 21 minutes was, thankfully, not that long. It makes sense when you realise that sometimes, people will simply forget to stop recording when they're done with their dictation, so you get however long extra of background noise. But you still have to listen to it juuust in case. Unless someone was smart enough to edit the dictation to add, "It actually ends here; I forgot to stop recording, sorry!", anyway. This one, though? Junior doctor, did not remember. It was kind of helpful for the first couple of minutes because she actually properly dictated the block key she kind of handwaved earlier in the dictation. The other ten minutes? Not so much.

The one that was nineteen and a bit minutes, on the other hand, was wall-to-wall dictation that needed typing. Thing is? It was on two separate cases. Now, I know you're not supposed to do that, because it messes up various bits of data and makes it harder to go back and listen if something went exceptionally wrong in the dictation. And he knew he wasn't supposed to do that. But he did it anyway. And then had the audacity to go, "Now, make sure those aren't all typed in the same place, because they're two different reports". OMG GET FUCKED, DUDE. I think that was the only time he did it but dear gods.

Neither junior doctor was particularly ... erm ... organised in their dictation. Constantly jumping back and forth through the dictation, and even after the block keys I ended up with notes going, "Oh, could you go back and add--?" GO BACK TO WHERE?!? Sometimes it was an intuitive thing, but often it just wasn't. Hell, Dr Double Dictation up there actually did a short bit of dictation to specifically add in details he missed from another report (though at ieast I only had to type the addition, not the whole report; Temp finally got saddled with one, though it was a comparatively short one).

Of course, jumping around in the dictation is not anything new. There's one senior doctor - he likes me because I can generally get his stuff done properly, but while he's a very nice guy, I would sometimes rather pull out my own fingernails than type his mess - who has this thing of "let's get the short ones out of the way first and then do the long one" whenever there's more than one sample in his dictation. And there's always more than one sample in his dictation. Generally there are anywhere between four and ten samples in the stuff he dictates (he specialises in breast stuff). So I have to finish a long list of little ones and then go all the way back to the top of the damn dictation - not exactly the easiest thing in the world to do on a laptop and with the system we're currently using - and type up the longer bit of it. I mean, it's not the end of the world or anything, but it throws me off my stride and frustrates that part of me that wants things done in order.

I know they're learning. It's just that because they're focusing on learning how to do a macroscopic report, they're not exactly bothered about the trouble they're causing a secretary when they don't learn the general formatting. It's the same as the new techs who keep forgetting that if there are fragments of tissue in the sample along with the big samples, you have to say that in the body of the report. You don't just tack that information onto the block key. So even some of the shorter ones take me longer than they have to because I have to go back and add "plus fragments" to half their reports.

Don't mind me; just tired and fed up with basically everything. I was hoping having had actual lunch would help me not feel quite so ... hating everything, but nope.

Gods, and I don't get time off until September...

#Thess has a day job

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sabrinassims · 1 year ago

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i was tagged by @neosimi in spirit cause she forgot to tag me at the bottom ♡

1. What’s your favourite sims death? cowplant. classic, iconic, you cant go wrong.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? maxis mix

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? ts2: no. ts3: no. ts4: sometimes cause the weight/muscle gain is fucked

4. Do you use move objects? of course

5. Favorite mod? ts2: all the fixes that make it bareable. ts3: havent played recently enough to remember. ts4: littlemssam’s catalogue

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? ts2 seasons i think? but maybe it was night life. i dont remember for sure.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? i flip flop

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? i love all my sims equally (a lie, i have a soft spot for all my bachelor/ette contestants)

9. Have you made a simself? gestures to icon

10. What sim traits do you give yourself? ts2: 5/5/4/6/5. ts3: couch potato, light sleeper, shy, hates the outdoors, night owl. ts4: lazy, geek, creative, (socially awkward, unflirty, loner)

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? i dont really have one in ts2 but in 4 it’s neutral blonde

12. Favorite EA hair? ts2: aline. ts4: tie between the tiny living curly bun and the werewolves long shaggy

13. Favorite life stage? adult i guess?

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? ts2 and ts3: gameplay. ts4: CAS and decorating

15. Are you a CC creator? in the loosest sense of the term. id call myself more of a cc editor.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? shoutout to y’all in misty's. @isabella-goth and @neosimi of course. also @blackcatsims going way back to my ts3 days ♡

17. What’s your favorite game? ts2

18. Do you have any sims merch? no.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? nope

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? started with the exchange and all that photoskinned stuff. then went the untucked shirt route. then slid more into full maxis match where ive stayed until recently going more maxis mix with ts4.

21. What’s your Origin ID? i dont have anything up but it’s sew123093 until i figure out smth else i wanna go by

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? too many to list. i know this is a cop-out answer ♡

23. How long have you had a simblr? since july 2012 oof

24. How do you edit your pictures? i dont for the most part. some cropping and maybe a little fiddling with brightness/contrast but i mostly cant be bothered.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? no ideas really. or a lot of little ones that theyll probably make into kits so i dont really wanna put that out into the universe. hope they end up making that goth kit though. switch horses to a gamepack

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? ts2 seasons, ts3 supernatural, ts4.............uh.........idk (i honestly just picked the ones i have the fondest memories of for 2 and 3)

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sharuruwrites · 2 years ago

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Your Answer (Pt.1)

Summary: Which of the following simple phrases that can change someone's life? Take a guess.

A.) I love you B.) You matter C.) I'm sorry

Timeline: Gojo - 26, Shion - 25

Tags: Can get very angsty at the start and near the end, Gojo (annoyingly/adoringly), Shion being a Tsundere, Fluff, Shoko being tired of her friends' oblivious acts,

Words: 4.1k+

A/n: HEEEYYYYY, I'm back from my unannounced 4 month hiatus. Don't worry, this author is fighting tooth and nail with writer's block on a daily basis. Anyways, it was supposed to be a Megumi-ish centered chapter but the author still hasn't grasped of his character that much to think what would he be like in his childhood with Shion around. Because of this said problem, I was duking out with writer's block, and school.

EDIT: I kept forgetting to upload this chapter since January because my stuff doesn't show up unless its morning.

Special thanks to zark or xerox-candybar for beta reading this chapter because as always, she did a wonderful job.

Disclaimer: I don't own JJK

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One morning, a lone special grade sorcerer, Shion Gojo, spent some time in the quiet halls of the school library. Shion had long forgotten the opened book in her hand along with the untouched tea she made earlier. Instead of reading, she focused on the cherry petals falling like light rain from the nearby window.

‘It’s been 10 years since I’ve met Satoru, huh?’ Shion thought.

“Are you by yourself?”

Shion turned her attention towards the direction of the voice, and it was Shoko. Much to Shion’s surprise, the ever-present dark circles on the doctor’s face weren't there. If Shion wasn’t mistaken, the last time she saw Shoko without them was before she enrolled into med school.

“Shouldn’t you be at the morgue around this time?” Shion asked, watching the latter take a seat across from her.

“I should be,” Shoko grabbed an unlit cigarette from her inner pocket, using it to point at Shion. “But I chose not to.”

“Shoko, you- ow !”

Shoko pulled Shion’s cheek with her free hand before letting it go. “Relax, I’m responsible enough to keep on top of my medical reports, and I’m not gonna smoke.” Shoko pointed at the fire extinguisher, knowing Shion wouldn’t hesitate to use it on her. “Besides, Watanabe-sensei is covering for me, which means I actually get to take a break.”

“I forgot that he was here.” Shion rubbed her cheek to numb the pain. “I thought he was stationed permanently at Kyoto now?”

“That was supposed to be the deal since I got my license, but something changed. I don’t know much about the details other than he’s going to be here for two months.” Shoko shrugged. “Hey, as long as I get more sleep at night, I’m fine with whatever.”

“That would explain the lack of eyebags on you.” Shion blurted, causing Shoko to pinch her friend’s cheeks again.

“Anyways," Shoko let go of Shion’s cheek once more. "You seem to be missing Satoru after just a few days."

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Shion frowned slightly. “As you said, it’s only been five days since he left. He’ll be back from the mission in no time.”

“Then can you explain that ?”

With her unlit cigarette, Shoko pointed at something next to Shion. Sitting next to her was a soft-looking white floppy long-eared floppy bunny, relaxing on a stack of books.

Shion found it weird that the character was in fact a puppy, and not a rabbit. This information had caused a near-heated debate with one of the die-hard Sanrio fans at the same store. She could have sworn they're ready to kill her on the spot.

There’s nothing wrong with the said rabbit puppy plush toy. The signature black gakuran of JujuTech that the doll wore was a pain in the ass to hand stitch as she didn’t have a sewing machine. As for the blindfold, it was supposed to be white bandages, but she had leftover fabric from the uniform she made and-

Oh.

Shion shook her head in denial before turning her attention back to Shoko as the resident doctor awaited her explanation. “I still don’t see how this adorable toy correlates to me missing that long-lost member of three blind mice.”

“Gojo is right, you’re the walking definition of what ‘oblivious’ means.” Shoko lightly chuckled, seeing her friend’s face bloom into red. “However, that trait of yours is what makes two dumbasses pay special attention to you back in high school.”

Shion cleared her throat, seizing the opportunity to change the topic. “I assume you’re not here to reminisce about our high school days.”

"Nope," Shoko replied. “ I just want to check on you. I’ve been thinking about that confession you made last year.”

"Why now?" Shion crossed her arms, suddenly guarded.

“Time is considered to be a luxury for us, especially in this world.” Shoko paused for a second, carefully thinking about her next words as her index finger flicked the unlit cigarette. “Is it still the same? You’re still loving him because you think you have to?”

What had she said that night? Shion couldn’t remember, thanks to all that alcohol turning her mopey and shit, making her spill unspoken truths lies. The doctor didn’t have to take her confession so seriously; they were just drunken ramblings, and not meant to be accepted at face value.

Did Shion love Gojo because–as she had said–she feels like she has to, because he deserves it? Or did she truly fall for him?

She really wished that finding the answers for those questions would be easy, but it wasn’t. She blamed her lack of experience with love and romance. How was she supposed to know if she loved someone? It always seemed so simple in books--but despite her collection of romance novels, she had yet to truly understand it.

Some said that they knew they were in love with someone when they accepted their imperfections. They just learned to tolerate them.

Others said that that love was a gut feeling; something indescribable but recognizable as one grew older and wiser with experience. That definition certainly didn’t help at all.

Gojo’s warmth…could she use that as her basis for understanding? Throughout the years she had known him, whenever he held her hand or hugged her, she felt safe and secure. As if he’s telling her everything would be alright.

No, it’s stupid to think that a mere touch could change everything she understood about herself. Maybe this love was purely platonic? After all, despite his hijinks, she respected him both as a person and as a sorcerer.

Shion fidgeted in her chair before placing her hand on her chest. “I do know the love I held for him is nothing more than admiration and respect. Afterall, I don’t deserve to be love and held in such-”

“Can you just stop for a sec there?” Shoko’s question interrupted Shion, the tone in her voice was laced with frustration. “Honestly, don’t you find it tiring to be so pathetic and weak-minded?”

Shoko took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair before exhaling.

“You know…” The doctor crossed her arms. “He can and will scorch anybody and anything that hurts you.”

The words made Shion feel time had significantly slowed. What Shoko is saying couldn’t be true, right? Of course it's not! The idea that Satoru Gojo would forsake his dreams and ideals for someone like her? That sounded like pure blasphemy. She wasn’t worth the trouble.

And what if it were true? If anything, it would make her hate herself more than she already did.

“That’s not true.” Shion shook her head frantically; a shaky breath was released next. “He just hasn't found a reason to end our marriage. A special someone…”

“Really?” Shoko raised her brow, unwittingly mocking her friend. “Look me in the eye and say you’ll be fine if he falls in love with someone else.”

Shion gulped down her nervousness, steeling her nerves as she held Shoko’s gaze. However, when she opened her mouth, nothing came out, and the long-awaited words lodged in her throat as her breathing became shallow.

Something crept into the special grade sorceress, and this ‘something’ was all too familiar to her: fear. The fear that everything she held dear would disappear from her grasp, all because she dared to acknowledge it.

“How long will you still deny-”

“Shut up!”

Shion’s raised voice cut through Shoko's question.

The distressed woman hugged herself, digging her nails into her arms and shutting her eyes close. “I don’t want to hear any of it!” Shion said. “It’s not true! I don’t fucking deserve it! He deserved so much better!”

In a split second, the atmosphere became thick and heavy with tension. As Shion repeated those words like a mantra to herself, Shoko distracted herself with her own thoughts.

To be honest, it was none of her business. Shoko didn’t even like to meddle in someone else’s affairs. However, after the stupidest choice that her friend made six years ago, Shoko decided to be neutral.

Yes, the higher-ups were a huge pain in her ass, but thinking about how to traverse through the messy and complex web of politics in the hidden world of Jujutsu was too much for her. She already had patients and cursed spirits to worry about.

Thankfully, her role as a practitioner of reverse cursed technique saved her from the higher-ups breathing down her neck. And, to prevent future headaches or raise suspicion, she kept Gojo at arm's length.

Call her selfish for being neutral, but isn’t everyone else? There’s no such thing as a selfless individual. Sometimes, a “random act of kindness” could be nothing more than an ego trip.

…so why was she sticking her nose into Shion’s marriage?

Shoko would say this as many times as she needed to. It was tiring to watch Shion and Gojo’s whole charade: the two of them trying to be oblivious, denying themselves for their own sakes.

Fuck, she needed a drink. She didn’t give a shit that it was still early afternoon.

A constant buzzing of Shoko’s phone severed her line of thought. With her free hand, she picked up the call.

“Hello? Yeah, I’ll be there in five.” Shoko shoved her phone back into her lab coat. “Watanabe called, and he needs me for something.”

The sound of her friend’s voice broke Shion from her trance. Her head snapped back up, meeting Shoko’s unfazed expression.

“Shoko, I’m-”

“Don’t apologize.” Shoko cut her off, getting up from her seat. “I pushed too hard when you’re clearly not ready to talk about it. I’ll make up to you the next time we meet.”

The clicking sounds of Shoko’s heels echoed throughout the library. With every step she made, the sound became fainter and fainter until silence had become Shion’s companion once more. She returned to stare at the seemingly endless shower of pink petals.

Somehow, the color had become dull and lifeless to her.

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Before she left the library with the plush toy, Shion got a call from Yaga to pay a quick visit to his office. She really hoped it’s not about the mysterious holes found in Tsukamoto’s brown fabric body. Plenty of students fell victim to it and she knew Nanami was one of those unfortunate individuals.

Without much to anyone’s surprise, many sought for revenge on the cursed corpse, but Yaga was the only obstacle that prevented them from doing so.

"A crow came to my office with Alex's request attached to it." Yaga handed Shion a scroll. "He specifically asked for you to join him on a mission."

Shion loosened the tie around the paper before briefly scanning the contents. "Is something wrong with it? You don't usually hand-deliver my missions unless it requires extra precaution."

"Call it a gut feeling, but…" Yaga picked up the felting needle and started working on his cursed corpse's torso. "I think something bad is going to happen with this one. I suggest you think carefully before accepting Alex’s request.”

It’s been a while since she last heard that name. Alex was an Interpol agent who worked part time as a 1st Grade Sorcerer. He mostly dealt with international cases related to curses, or suspected curses. They had last spoken about two or three months ago, after Alex had enlisted her help in Egypt.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME WE’RE GONNA DEAL WITH A FUCKING BOOBY TRAP!” Shion yelled.

As the duo ran along the steep-yet-narrow hallway, a giant boulder rolled down behind them. Their mission was supposed to be straightforward–search this tomb to investigate a ‘sickness’ plaguing a nearby village.

She hated the heat, the constant feeling of sand in her mouth and feet, and the camels kept spitting at her even though she did nothing to gain their ire.

But the trip became 10x worse than it already was when Alex decided to take a rest. By leaning on the pyramid’s wall, he had triggered this comical chase scene.

“YOU SAID IT’S A SIMPLE MISSION!”

“I THOUGHT THAT MUMMY SHIT ISN’T REAL!” Alex retorted, seemingly about to lose his breath. "ALSO, AREN'T YOU A SPECIAL GRADE SORCERER!? WHY DON'T YOU PROVE IT!?"

While turning sharply, Shion reached for the handle of her dagger as she skidded across the limestone concrete floor, facing the incoming boulder that could have easily flattened her into a pancake.

"SHUT UP!"

She closed her eyes and opened them, her eyes turned seafoam colored as she swung her weapon towards it, digging her dagger into the solid rock surface. In a split second, the huge boulder broke into multiple pieces before into fine dust.

She thought she could finally have peace in her husband’s office. However, seeing Yaga-sensei surrounded with his own cute creations, it left Shion a question of her own as she stared at the wooden ceiling, mindlessly playing with the doll’s floppy white ears.

‘What can I do after all of this ends?’

She never thought much about what her life would be after the war with the cursed spirits ended. It’s a fleeting dream for sure, but there’s always an end to everything. There’s a small seed of hope in her that she would live long enough to see that day.

Happy ending? Unlikely. She’d seen so much shit that it felt impossible for her to keep going. Shion had ended enough lives to hear the voices who condemned her to death. She closed her eyes, unconsciously relieving that memory again.

A girl no younger than 13 with black hair made a trail of red roses as she wielded her blade, tainting the snowy grounds of the compound.

The pleas for mercy fell on deaf her ears as she drove her katana into her targets. Why would they bother to ask for forgiveness? Weren’t they bad people? She didn’t expect them to regret anything they did.

The thirst for revenge clouded her judgment, ignoring the cold, lifeless eyes of her victims. They would answer for her parent’s blood with their own.

Her cold fingers warmed as a crimson-colored metallic smelling liquid painted them. Was it from the mother who wept over her dead children? Or was it from the elderly couple she struck down?

At this point, Death would be her constant companion. And even if she wanted to, there’s no turning back as she was already knee-deep into her path of vengeance.

The people she slaughtered like cattle were her mere stepping-stones towards her own goal.

Shion’s eyes shot wide open, breaking free from her memory when she felt something vibrating in her pocket. She fished it out, and her phone lit up with her husband's caller ID, and an incoming request for a video call.

She accepted the call, and the screen of her phone changed to show her husband’s stupidly handsome face. She questioned the acceleration of her heartbeat upon realizing he didn’t have his usual white bandages, leaving his face bare. She’d seen his beautiful blue eyes countless times, but why now?

“Miss me that much?” Gojo raised his brow at his wife’s stoicism. “You usually pick up my calls after 3 rings, honey.”

This unexpected pet name sent color to Shion’s pale cheeks. “If you called me to prove your point, I'd hang up on you.”

“Wait!” Her husband loudly exclaimed. “ I just wanted to hear how things are going so far. It’s pretty busy around here. I’ll be out for another two weeks. ”

14 more days? That’s too long for him to be away. Then again, it’s not like everyone could be a sorcerer which meant more work for her husband. Would it be alright to be a little selfish, to ask for more of his time?

Masking her disappointment, Shion let out a small sigh. “Where do you want me to start?”

“From the very beginning.”

The conversation between the couple was supposed to be a quarter of an hour but it went beyond that. Surprisingly, Gojo didn’t interrupt her once with his usual snide remarks. It’s almost as if he called her to listen to her voice. This idea almost made her blush on the spot as her heart beat faster.

Shion let out a small gasp, remembering something at the last second. “Also, Watanabe-sensei shot Tsukamoto dead.”

“The teddy bear with boxing gloves?” Gojo asked, watching Shion nodded. “Save me a front row seat–I wanna be there when it happens.”

“When what happens?”

“When Yaga-sensei suplexes Watanabe-sensei.”

Now, it would be an interesting sight to see.

“Satoru,” Shion called him, but instead of warmth, a dreadful feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. “Before you go, can I ask you something?”

Gojo’s lax expression straightened as he picked up the seriousness of Shion’s tone.

“We’ve been married almost six years, Satoru,” Shion started, pausing for a moment. “And I‘ve been thinking about your answer that day. Is it still the same? Marrying me because you have to?”

The day after her trial and announcement of her engagement, a question formed in her head despite the influence of anesthesia in her system. She thought that the drug had given her the courage to ask her husband. So much of that day was foggy, yet somehow his words became engraved deep in her memory.

Back then, his answer solidified her belief that her married life would be miserable.

“Why do you want to marry me, Gojo?”

“I could let them have your head.” Gojo grabbed a lock of her black hair, playing it between his fingers. “But…you possess one-of-a-kind technique. That would become one of my regrets, if I didn’t intervene.”

Gojo pressed his lips against her hair, the disgust churning Shion’s stomach.

“The wedding gift I want from my lovely soon-to-be wife is… don’t die on me.”

Instead of an immediate response, the astounding silence was enough to make Shion’s blood run cold. Although Gojo’s expression remained unchanged, she saw the uneasiness in his eyes.

‘What are we?’

Three simple words were enough to change everything she had with Gojo. She wanted to ask that question, and resisting the temptation grew harder and harder with each passing day–the risk was too heavy to jeopardize what they had.

And look at her selfish curiosity brought to her. She almost ruined what she had with him because of his silent response. That was enough for Shion. Yet why did she feel such disappointment? Did she truly hope his answer would be different?

“Shion-”

"Please forget about this conversation." Shion bit her inner cheek, preventing herself from frowning. "It's unfair for you to be asked on the spot when you have other priorities to worry about."

Another moment of stillness passed between them, but it wasn’t the uncomfortable type of silence, like she had experienced with Shoko earlier.

Gojo chose "Let's talk about it when I get back, okay?"

Fearing her voice would fail her, Shion nodded. Without anything else to say, Gojo ended the call, returning her phone's screen back to her wallpaper. It’s her pre wedding photo. She couldn’t recall the fine details on how she came to agree with the decision.

However, she noticed something different in Gojo. As far as she remembered, this photo dated back when things were so damn complicated and difficult between them, causing a thick strain in their relationship.

Yet, the softness she found in his gaze towards her told her otherwise.

Why was he looking at her like that? As if…she was everything to him?

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One late evening, a lone special grade sorcerer, Satoru Gojo, finally returned home after eight long days with barely enough sleep. His mission ended earlier than expected, but hey, at least he could finally see his lovely wife sleep properly in his comfy bed.

“I’m home!”

After taking his shoes off near the doorstep, he walked towards the living room with a spring in his step. However, his expectations fell shortly after seeing a messy patch of green hair on top of a bespectacled man’s head.

“Oh, you’re home.” Watanabe folded the newspaper in half. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“Watanabe-sensei?” Gojo knitted his brows. “What are you doing here in my house? Where are Tsumiki and Megumi?”

“First, your wife asked me to look after them while she’s on a mission. Second, they’re asleep.” The school doctor rolled his neck before rubbing the nicotine patch on his upper left arm. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to school.”

“And Shion?”

“What about her, Gojo?" Watanabe's eyes widened a bit upon remembering. “She did tell me she’s going home with you in tow three days ago.”

Gojo resisted the urge to frown in confoundment upon hearing what Watanabe said. As much as he remembered, there was nothing indicating that his wife would be coming home with him. Maybe she said that to quell the children’s worries? After all, he hadn’t given them a clear idea as to when he’d be back.

So, his wife contacted Watanabe three days ago? Had something happened whilst he’s away? Nothing came to mind. Probably some sort of mix-up in communication. Still, he had a bad feeling.

Watanabe blinked a couple of times. “Anything else?”

“I need you to look after the kids again.”

“Huh? I’m a doctor, not a babysitter.”

“I’ll tell Yaga-sensei what happened to Tsukamoto.”

“How did you-forget it.” Watanabe sighed heavily, scratching his head in the process. “Your influence on her truly shows. I can’t believe I’m still here, babysitting… You better cover my ass if Ieiri comes looking for me.”

Watanabe took his spot again on the couch as Gojo made way to his bedroom. He switched on the lights, illuminating his room. He lied down in bed and called his wife’s phone. The phone on the other end started ringing just as he put it to his ear. He didn’t realize how much he missed her until he heard Shion’s voicemail.

Gojo kept calling and calling until his frustration took over. Where the fuck is she? He couldn’t sense the wedding ring or even her dreaded cursed energy. He cursed underneath his breath before getting out of bed.

His mood improved when his eyes landed on a long, white floppy eared puppy. It was sitting comfortably on top of Shion’s bookshelf while wearing clothes that resembled his uniform. Instead of the white bandages, a black blindfold covered its eyes.

"Why, hello…" Gojo grinned, picking up the stuffed plush toy. "Is this supposed to be me?"

Even though Shion denied missing him, Gojo felt the effort she put into making this handicraft. “We’ve been married almost six years, Satoru,” Shion started, pausing for a moment. “And I‘ve been thinking about your answer that day. Is it still the same? You’ve stayed married to me because you feel that you have to?” Gojo frowned. How could he forget that conversation? When his wife had never before questioned anything about their marriage…

Technically speaking, his answer hadn’t changed. He only married her to save her from getting her head chopped off. But if things were different, maybe he would marry her out of love, or maybe he didn’t. Instead, he would find another alternative to see her alive and breathing.

He put the doll back where it was and began browsing through Shion’s mini library. If he couldn’t get through to her himself, maybe he could find some sort of clue in her books. He pulled down his bandages and started browsing through her collection.

After almost half an hour, Gojo took note of the central themes in some of the books he briefly read. And, he wondered if it had something to do with him.

“If only I met you sooner.” …People tend to weave this idea into various stories– romantic or not, it was always a hit with the audience. Despite Shion seemingly being a fan of this trope, Gojo didn’t see the appeal of it.

As he grew older and wiser with time, he understood why this futile fantasy often played into stories. Gojo believed its popularity was fueled by self-doubt, as humans tended to be fickle with their opinions on relationships. He could imagine the reason behind Shion’s fascination towards it. Was it because of how lonely she felt in the years before she met him? Or did she sense the solitude in him?

Putting the book away, he pulled out his phone and noticed a text notification from Shion. The tension in his shoulders didn't leave. Why did he feel uneasiness from it?

In the picture, a disheveled woman was sitting alone, seemingly her arms were behind the chair she’s sitting on. She slumped over the chair with her hair hanging like curtains across her face. Above her was a single dimly lit lightbulb, illuminating her tired features and the black silk dress hung on her body. Splotches of red and purple littered across her arms and legs.

But the temperature in his body rose in anger and the bedroom dropped to zero degrees when he saw text:

“You’ll raise hell from the bottomless pit just for her, right?”

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Special thanks to zark or xerox-candybar for beta reading this chapter because as always, she did a wonderful job.

Also, for those who are up to date with the manga....Yeah...Since Gege chose to end the year with a bang, I might as well slammed the door open into the new year with a nice cliffhanger. ^^

In addition, here's Alex's Character Info: Character Profile: Alexander Atotsugi “Alex” Kim Enrollment Method: Family Lineage Hobbies: Collecting Antiques Favorite Food: Hae-jang guk (hangover soup) Least Favorite Food: Kimchi (can’t handle spice - his mother was purely disappointed in him) Cause of Stress: Dirty stuff - His mother is Korean American while his father is a former member of the Kamo Clan. His second name, Atotsugi, means "heir" as his father wants him to be the next clan leader. - Supposed to be next in line for clan head, but he has no interest in it. Because of his rejection, he earned the stitches on his face because his head was literally split into two from the family’s assassination attempt. - Met Mei Mei in a clan meeting between their families (after his clan paid him enough to make an appearance), only to find out he's her senior at Jujutech.

Hopefully, my next update wont be after 4 months as my life will be a bit busy after graduation this month. So, for those who were waiting, I apologize and thank you for being patient. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll see you guys whenever the next ch.

#jjk fanfics #gojo x reader #gojo x oc #gojo angst #jjk x reader

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subbyfoxelf · 2 years ago

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[movie review] teenage mutant ninja turtles (2014)

what's funny is we actually kinda knew exactly what we were getting into with this one, but even after thoroughly managing expectations whenever you see it the first time it’s still kinda… wow?

the hilarious part is this could have been worse, but a few details got leaked during various parts of production and pre-production that caused a fan outcry sizable enough to affect the movie's word of mouth and consequently force a course correction. there was one awful idea for shredder that i literally forgot about that i'll come back to later, and also apparently originally the turtles were going to be aliens because sure why not.

watching this with two of my partners who didn't see it at the time was quite the experience, because i half-remembered it well enough to usually know what was coming enough to be like "omg you aren't gonna believe this shit," but at one point one of them asked me if that one white guy was going to be shredder and i genuinely did not remember? like, that's the kind of thing you really should probably remember, right? but this movie’s plot and villains are so thoroughly disposable that literally all i could come up with on the spot was "uhhh i know there's some stuff about them but i kinda don't remember???"

if you were wondering, it turns out that he was originally gonna be the shredder but a lot of people understandably got pretty pissed by the idea of some random white guy being shredder so they introduced some random japanese guy instead and gave him almost no dialogue and barely edited around the fact the the random white guy was clearly supposed to be shredder but it also kinda didn't affect anything because nothing in this movie matters or makes sense so yeah, turns out… that. that's the answer for that one.

this movie is basically exactly the movie you thought you'd get when you heard michael bay was going to be producing the ninja turtles reboot but like slightly not as bad as you were probably expecting? like, literally the first joke most people probably made was, "so, what, they're gonna get like megan fox to play april o’neil?" and then that happened??? which like, for the record i actually like megan fox, i do not love megan fox working in a movie where she's absolutely going to be objectified into oblivion.

i mean, it's not as bad as transformers, but there is absolutely a lingering shot of a male character looking at her ass followed by a lingering shot of said ass, so like. let's not hand out an a for effort too rashly?

that's kind of everything about this movie. like, my extremely abbreviated review of it would be, "you know the first two transformers movies? it's like that, but not quite as bad."

the visual language of this movie is just 100% transformers. the color scheme and overall look is largely the same. a lot of the camera movements are absolutely transformers, but like… toned down? it's diet transformers. there's a lot of unnecessary camera motion, but crucially not in literally every shot. a lot of the most important fight scenes are where this movie really suffers, and where i think i detect quite a bit of hands-on producing from bay. the fight between the turtles and shredder at the end isn't the worst but it's also just all kinds of wrong for these characters. but like, more in a "we're overreacting to the mcu" sort of way than a "this is what michael wants" kind of way, if you'll allow me to read between the lines.

it's the fight between splinter and shredder near the movie's midpoint that's really 100% a transformers action scene. part of the problem is their shredder design is just awful, and this is where it's fully revealed, and they’re so proud of it, but it’s… just… no? it’s so weird and shiny and visually offputting, and it doesn’t really look like it’s actually physically there? and the accompanying fights involving the turtles and foot soldiers are all that fast/blurry/dark shit where you can’t see shit. there are a few other action scenes with the turtles that suffer from this, too, and it’s just so antifun. it is an absolute clinic in how to make action movies boring to watch.

it’s funny, there was so much online discourse about the turtles’ design before the movie came out. and like… yeah, they’re pretty bad designs. i don’t get why you would have them be so big and so scary. and not even like… sexy scary, just… kinda offputting, y’know? but the absolute fucking worst designs were saved for shredder and splinter. i already talked about shredder, but why the ever loving fuck does splinter look the way he does??? he’s just… he’s just butt ugly. why???

okay. deep breath.

this movie’s main saving grace is that there’s this like… i want to say 15-minute period of the movie from when raph rescues the other turtles until the elevator scene just before their final boss battle with shredder where they like… forgot they weren’t actually making a ninja turtles movie? and it’s just… it’s just this genuinely fun chase scene where you can tell what’s going on the whole time and everything makes sense, followed by some really great comedic character beats as the exhausted turtles prepare themselves for the even tougher challenge ahead, and in spite of everything you actually feel like you’re watching a ninja turtles movie for a minute?

i really wish more of the movie would have been like that, but at least we got that.

d-rank

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2014 #ninja turtles #movies #reviews #movie review

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mothmanliveshere · 6 years ago

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Are You All Ready for my Wacky TGWDLM Theory

It’s 3am and I’ve forgotten how to sleep or write effectively so here goes

so my theory predicates on a few sub-theories, or assumptions, i guess, as follows:

The infected don’t completely ‘take over’ their hosts in the traditional sense. I believe the infected take on the goals and motivations, and some facets of personality, from their hosts. This is mostly corroborated, in my opinion, by the song Not Your Seed. To me, Alice’s attacks and laments seem too personal and complex to completely be manipulative attacks. We already pretty much know that the alien adopts your memories, why not this? I think the meteor just turns you into a different version of yourself, one where you’re inhuman and loyal to the hivemind, but still yourself in many other senses. the important thing here is that you keep your primary motivators, if a bit warped.

The infected have distinct personalities from one another. This one kind of stems from the last one, but I think in certain instances - infected!sam and infected!charlotte interacting, for example, or infected!ted’s “he might just kick your head” line. I remember one line establishing that they had distinct brains but were also connected to the hivemind... brain... meteor and my take is that the meteor has a stronger influence on them at some times compared to others, evident in how “in sync” they are - Cup of Roasted Coffee vs Not Your Seed vs Join Us (And Die).

So where am I going with this? You guessed it: it’s yet another Paul is/isn’t infected theory.

So basically, my main theory goes as follows:

I believe Paul was infected. I mean, he was singing right in front of us, guys. We all saw it.

The infected take on the motivators of their hosts. What’s Paul’s primary motivator? It’s right there in the name. He just doesn’t like musicals.

For a musical species, that’s pretty incompatible, right? Hence: a loophole.

Let’s take a detour and look at the two songs that I think most leave questions: The Guy Who Doesn’t Like Musicals and Inevitable.

People have already said this, but I mean, look at Inevitable. Paul is giving me nothing if not the impression of playing along with someone you know you can’t win against. Everything from the “I’m still the man you trust” to “you have to sing to survive” to the desperate “look at the fun we’re having already” gives me those exact vibes.

A lot of people have been debating the place of The Guy Who Doesn’t Like Musicals within the universe. I at first took the opinion that it was a meta song, a greek chorus third-person kind of thing, but I’m willing to accept the alternative viewpoint that it takes place after the story, as the infected are recounting it for the audience or for pleasure or whatever. Through the lens of this theory, I’ve been seeing the second scenario - namely, in the part where Paul neglects to make his grand entrance, as suggesting that the rest of the hivemind found out about his rebellious nature - it’s a hivemind, it’s not exactly easy to keep secrets - but seeing as he is one of their species now, they aren’t willing to be as violent with him. He’s part of the family now, only they view him as the rebellious teen who’s a dang handful. My only problem with this is that it would imply Paul letting Emma get infected and still going along with it, which I really can’t see him doing. Unless it’s a completely different infected person who also works at Beanies and happens to also be played by Lauren Lopez. I dunno.

I lost my train of thought - its almost 4am now - but tl;dr - Paul was infected, but his firm hatred for musicals allows him to fight back and gain individuality in some sense from the hivemind. He’s still Paul, just a bit more - musical.

Anyway now that that’s out of the way I’m gonna go watch all the songs again.

#tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #paul mathews #tgwdlm theory #starkid #emma tgwdlm #made some edits cause i forgot some stuff and got some stuff wrong

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emmyhem · 4 years ago

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it’s about time (l.r.h)

a/n: hi again! first of all i want to say thank you for the support on “seven things” it means the world. secondly, my requests are open and i’d be happy to write something for you. this is a jealous bff!luke imagine i wanted to get up this weekend, i didn’t do a very thorough edit before posting so hopefully there aren’t any typos. i am working on the request for a lashton x reader love triangle piece right now and will hopefully have it up by monday or tuesday. thank you, i hope you enjoy - emmy :)

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

summary: being best friends with the guy you’re in love with is extremely taxing especially when you have to watch him be with another girl all night. just when you’ve finally had enough of waiting around for him he ruins your plans for moving on.

warnings: alcohol, using alcohol as a coping mechanism, slight angst, jealous luke, mentions of throwing up, cursing, luke’s a bit of an asshole.

word count: 3.3k

“God, could they get a room?” you scoffed leaning into Calum as you watched your best friend practically eat his date’s face from across the club.

“Jealous are we y/n?” Calum laughed slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“No, just utterly disgusted.” you said before slamming back your fourth shot of tequila.

That was a lie, you were jealous. You were so insanely jealous that you could scream.

Luke had met his date, Hannah at the studio last week. She was new, working at the front desk. She had caught Luke’s eye the second she walked in the room with a bright confident smile, and a flirty look in her eye. Luke had asked her out the next day and was practically giddy when she accepted.

And that’s how they ended up in the corner of the club, Luke’s hands tangled in her hair, and her tongue down his throat. All the while you were trying to not look bitter, and distracting yourself with one too many drinks.

It wasn’t a new routine. You couldn’t count how many times you’ve had to sit back and watch a girl way prettier than you, be in the exact position that you would quite literally die to be in, with your best friend of 4 years. And somehow it seemed to hurt more each time, which meant more drinks for you.

As you felt the familiar and comforting burn of your fifth shot of the night slide down your throat Calum shot you a knowing look.

“Maybe you should slow down there, kid.”

You rolled your eyes and took his Corona from his hands using it as a chaser.

“Corona girl?” you heard from behind you. When you turn, your eyes meet a pretty pair of green ones (you still preferred Luke’s blue, but what the hell).

“Tequila girl.” you clarified.

“Respect.” the man said, extending a strong tattooed hand. “I’m Austin.”

“Y/n” you said, shaking his hand. You glanced over your shoulder at Calum who was now engaged in a conversation with Mikey and Ashton beside you.

“Pretty name, pretty girl.” he smirked. “So, can I get you a tequila?”

You giggled, happy for a distraction from Luke.

“You can get me a margarita, on the rocks.”

“Deal.”

The two of you chatted as you sipped on your drink, mind getting hazier with each sip. And you don’t know if it was the alcohol or your determination to get Luke off your mind but Austin was really, really hot.

“Do you wanna dance with me?” you asked before you had a chance to convince yourself otherwise. You were never really a dance in public kind of girl, normally the closest you got to showing your moves on the dancefloor was Just Dance in Luke’s living room.

“Absolutely.” Austin replied, sliding an arm around your waist to lead you to the dancefloor.

The bass beat shook the floor as the two of you made your way to the middle of the club. As you stopped you realized you had absolutely no idea what to do. You never did stuff like this. You can’t even remember the last time you went on a date, let alone danced to sleazy house music with a stunning stranger. You glanced around you hoping to follow the lead of the more experienced dancers around you.

A redhead to your right swung her hips, inching closer to her partner's body with each movement until she was pressed directly to his chest.

“Seems like a good place to start” you mumbled to yourself.

The second your hips were in movement Austin’s hands gripped them strongly guiding your movements closer and closer to him. As the beat built and your movements slowed to a teasingly slow pace his grip tightened causing your tight white dress to bunch up on your thighs.

With the alcohol in your bloodstream and Austin’s breath on the back of your neck you nearly forgot about Luke and your perpetual sadness, that is until you locked eyes with him from across the room.

Hannah was tucked under his arm sipping on her drink, but his gaze was locked on you, he had an unrecognizable look on his face, and a jaw clenched so hard you feared he would break his teeth.

You took him staring as the perfect opportunity to spin around, inches away from Austin’s face looking up at him through your lashes. His pupils were blown a bit, eyes filled with lust. He was practically breathing into your mouth. You will yourself to just kiss him. It’s not like you were Luke’s girl you thought, so you started to lean in.

As Austin placed his hand on the back of your neck you felt someone grab your arm tugging you out of Austin’s grip.

“Y/n” Luke appeared next to you.

“Is there a problem man?” Austin said grabbing one of your hands.

Luke rolled his eyes with a sly grin on his face, “Cal wants to talk to you.” he said to you not breaking eye contact with the pissed off guy in front of you.

“I’m a bit busy.” you said annoyance brewing in you as you ripped your arm out of Luke’s hand. “Can it wait?”

“Nope, said it was important.” he said nonchalantly “Better go find him.”

You internally groaned, “I’ll be right back.” you said leaning in to peck Austin’s cheek.

“Y/n, C’mon!” Luke shouted over the music.

“Fine!” you groaned leaving Luke and Austin behind you as you scanned the bar for Calum.

After searching for a few minutes you saw him in a booth with Ashton, and Michael talking and laughing.

“Calum,” you called. He glanced up at you waving a hand above his hand. You slid into the booth next to him, your patience growing thin.

“What is it?” you said.

“What?” he said, confusion spreading across his face.

“Luke said you needed to talk to me, what’s up?”

Calum’s eyebrows tugged together glancing at the other guys.

“I haven’t talked to Luke since we got here.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to the corner across the room where Luke had Hannah pressed up against the wall.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you said out loud, rubbing your temple in frustration.

Ashton gave you a sympathetic smile and glanced at Michael who was practically sleeping on Cal’s shoulder.

“Maybe we should head out.” he said motioning to the drunk mess that was the three of you.

“No” Calum whined, dragging out the oh sound. “y/n was about to get some.” he teased poking your side.

“Just take him home, y/n/n.” Michael groaned, not even opening his eyes.

You pondered the idea, you never did stuff like this. But Austin was hot, and Luke was preoccupied. To say the least.

“I could take him home.” you say aloud trying to convince yourself.

“Then do it.” Calum challenged.

“I will.” you stated proudly. “You guys get Luke. Ash, you get the uber, and Austin and I will meet you at the door. “ you gave a quick nod to the boys and went to get Austin.

Austin stood exactly where you left him on the dance floor.

“Thank god you’re back. I-“

Before he had a chance to finish, you crashed your lips onto his. He quickly fell into the kiss moving his hand to the small of you back. Before it went any further you pulled apart about an inch, and spoke into his mouth,

“Come back to my apartment?”

“Absolutely.” he said an excited smile growing on his face.

When the two of you made it to where your group was struggling to stand by the door Luke pulled apart from Hannah, looking Austin up and down. His eyes stopping where your hands were interlocked.

“Love, a word?” he slurred, nodding his head away from the group.

You walked with him just outside the door.

“What’s up?”

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean with this guy, what are you doing with him?”

“Um, taking him home with me?” you said confused.

“You can’t do that.”

“Who says?” anger began building as you looked up at him.

“Uh, me I guess. You know nothing about him.”

This caused you to scoff, a laugh passing your lips, “And you do a background check on every girl you take home with you?”

“That’s different,” he alleged.

“And how’s that?” your patience was growing thin, and you could feel this conversation sobering you up.

“I don’t know y/n, you're just not one night stand material.”

Okay, ouch. Tears began to prick at your waterline.

“Go to hell.” you breathed, pushing past him.

“No, y/n/n. You know that’s not what I meant. C’mon love, hey I’m sorry.” he called after you.

As you approached the group, holding back tears, you took a glance at Austin in front of you and realized that no matter how hot he was you really didn’t even want this. How could you when you were head over heels in love with your asshole of a best friend.

But it was too late now, you would do it. Even if it was wrong. Even if you didn’t want to. Even if it was just to spite Luke.

“Ready to head out?” you questioned aloud, swallowing your hurt.

“Yep, uber just got here.” Ashton confirmed, guiding a hammered Calum and Michael out the door.

You all climbed into the Uber X Ashton had ordered, Luke, Hannah, and Calum in the back, Ashton in the passenger seat, and Michael, Austin, and you in the middle.

As you pulled away from the club, Ashton spoke over the light music coming from the car radio and gave the driver Luke’s address. The group had made plans to all spend the night at Luke’s, like you typically did after a night out.

“We have one more stop actually” you choked out, feeling Austin lean into you, lips attaching to your neck.

You gave the man your address and turned your attention back to the sexually charged man glued to your side. As he moved his kisses up to your jaw you closed your eyes, in order to prevent yourself from breaking down. The constant reminder that Luke had no interest in you, being thrown in your face as Hannah released soft sighs behind you.

Ashton glanced back at you from the front seat,

“You feeling okay, kid?” he asked.

You nodded gulping, and looked up at the ceiling to deter your threatening tears.

His eyes narrowed in concern as he adjusted his body in his seat so he was looking you in the eyes. Luke turned his attention away from Hannah (much to her despair) to the front of the car as Ashton spoke.

“Y/n, you sure? Maybe you and your friend should continue this another night.” Ashton suggested, noticing how you had tensed up and your expression had faltered since entering the car.

Austin pulled off of you and shot him a frustrated glare from his seat. Ashton raised his eyebrows in response, silently challenging Austin to confront him.

Austin moved in centimeters from your ear, “Your friends are kind of cockblocks.” he complained.

You tilted your head away from him and looked out the window Michael was sitting next to.

“Maybe they’re right.” you muttered. “Maybe you should just go home, and we can do this some other time. I’m not feeling well.”

You kept your gaze directed outside of the car, too afraid to see his reaction to your sudden rejection.

“Your kidding right?” he scoffed.

You were becoming more anxious by the second as he rambled on about how you must be joking.

“I’m not laughing.” Luke interrupted flatly.

“Okay, what’s your deal man?” Austin’s demeanor had quickly changed as he turned to face Luke, aggression clear in his face.

Luke held his hands in the air before resting them on the back of your seat. “No deal, she’s just clearly not interested, so maybe you could give her some space.”

Calum and Michael perked up in their seats as the mood in the car shifted. In the front Ashton was talking to the driver, explaining how you would be getting dropped off with the rest of them.

Austin was in a confrontational mood now, one that made you uneasy. He and Luke continued to bicker back and forth. Hannah sat confused and aggravated next to Luke.

You were seconds away from crumbling, feeling extremely upset and overwhelmed. Michael placed a hand on your shoulder, hoping to ease some of your distress as you pulled into Luke’s driveway.

Everyone got out of the car, leaving Austin stirring in his own anger. Ashton patted the top of the car twice before it drove away.

“Well, y/n you sure know how to pick em’” Luke commented.

Calum shot him a disapproving look as you shoved past, running inside.

You had officially reached your breaking point. You couldn’t have Luke but you were in too deep to be with anyone else. Not to mention the fact that Luke seemed to be taking pleasure in your misfortune for the night.

You went straight for the bathroom. All the alcohol and confrontation hadn’t been kind to your stomach.

You hunched over the toilet and began throwing up before you even got the chance to close the door all the way. Your eyes were red and stinging from your tears and your throat was stripped raw. Hugging your knees to your chest you sat with your back against the sink.

Three soft knocks came from the cracked door and you peered up through cloudy eyes to see Ashton looking at you with pity clear on his face.

“Can I come in?”

You nodded into your knees, staring down at the familiar tiles of Luke’s bathroom.

You couldn’t count how many times you had been in this exact spot. Whether it be dealing with the consequences of your unhealthy coping mechanism after a night out like you were now. Early mornings after sleeping over, sitting in the steam while Luke showered because he just couldn’t wait to tell you a story, or late nights he would convince you to paint his nails. All of it was replaying in your head.

“Why can’t he just love me the way I love him?” you whimpered as a sob broke from your throat.

Ashton was quick to wrap his arms around you, taking a seat on the floor.

“It’s okay, y/n.” he shushed. “You’re okay.

“I love him, Ash” your voice muffled from being pressed to his shoulder.

“I know.” he comforted you, rocking your frame lightly. You sat in silence for a bit, trying to control your breathing.

By the time you left the bathroom Calum and Michael were asleep on the couch and Luke and Hannah had gone to Luke’s room. Ashton laid on the couch with the other guys and you made your way to the guest room, falling asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

You woke up early with a throbbing headache and an insatiable craving for iced coffee. There was no doubt in your mind that you were first one awake, the guys wouldn’t be up for hours. You tiptoed through the living room past a sleeping Michael, Calum, and Ashton being careful not to wake them. As you turned the corner to leave you heard a voice from the kitchen,

“Morning,” Luke called, his gravelly voice making it very clear he had just woken up. He was leaning on the cabinet in a pair of sweats, a cup of coffee in hand.

“Oh, you’re up.” you responded still moving towards the door.

“Going somewhere?” he questioned walking towards you.

“Yea I gotta go, I have uh…” your mind was drawing a blank. “ya know, laundry.”

“Wait,” he sprung forward in two big steps grabbing your shoulder. “as urgent as that sounds, I wanna talk.”

“‘bout what?”

“I feel like I should apologize for last night.”

“It’s okay, we can talk about it later. I really gotta get going.”

“Y/n! Will you let me say sorry, please?” he pleaded

“You have.” you replied nodding at him before turning away once again.

“Fine, then can I ask why you tried to take someone home last night. You never do that.”

“No reason.” you lied, opening the front door.

“Really? Cause Cal said something last night about you being jealous or something and then I went to check on you and I overheard-”

“I gotta go.” you panicked, taking a step outside.

Right before the door swung closed and you made your escape Luke stopped it with his hand and spoke,

“Are you in love with me?”

You froze where you stood, squeezing your eyes shut completely mortified.

Slowly, you spun back around to face Luke. He stepped out of the door frame allowing you reentrance and led you to the kitchen. Once you had both sat down he spoke again,

“So is it true? What you told Ashton last night, is it true?”

You placed your hands over your eyes and shook your head.

“Does it matter?” you responded.

“Of course it matters, what do you mean?”

“I mean you have Hannah and it doesn’t matter how I fe-”

“Hannah’s gone.” he interrupted.

“Gone?”

“It wasn’t gonna work out with us. I ended things last night.”

“Why would you end things with-” you paused, eyes narrowing.

Luke looked down, suddenly not wanting to meet your eyes.

“Do you...you love me?”

At this Luke shot up from his seat and started pacing around the kitchen.

“Well, of course I do. But I asked you first, and you can’t just..” he rambled on but you stopped listening after “of course I do”

“Lu,” you said, standing up

He continued talking, not even hearing you over his own nervous talking and fidgeting.

“Lu.” you called a bit louder.

He turned to you, stopping mid sentence his mouth still hanging open.

“I am.”

“You…” he spoke slowly, eyes frozen on you.

“I am in love with you.”

Both of you were frozen in place, terrified that if you moved you may wake up and discover this was all just a dream. You stayed like that for about a minute till you broke the silence.

“I have been, for a couple years now. And I never told you, cause I always thought that-” you were cut off by Luke’s lips.

He had one hand on the back of your neck and the other pulling you closer by the waist. You melted into the kiss pressing a hand to his chest. It may sound cliche but you swore you were seeing fireworks as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip.

“I love you.” he sighed as you pulled apart. “I am so in love with you, fuck I can’t believe-” Before he had a chance to ramble again you pulled him back in for another kiss.

After a few minutes you broke away to catch your breath. Luke moved his hands to cup both your cheeks,

“Hi.” he cooed.

“Hi” you smiled. “I need coffee” you turned away walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey no wait” he whined pulling you back by the waist. “m’not done kissing you.”

“We have plenty of time for that, but I need coffee now.” you teased pressing a swift kiss to his lips.

“Mmm, I know but we’ve got a lot of catching up to do” he said chasing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as you walked to the coffee machine.

As you fixed yourself a coffee, Luke's chin resting on the top of your head, you heard shuffling from the living room. When you looked up Michael was walking in with messy hair and eyes puffy from sleep. He glanced at you in Luke’s arms, his expression unchanging and mumbled while pulling orange juice from the fridge,

“It’s about time.”

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cupcakes-and-pain · 3 years ago

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Superhero Whumper

(That title isn’t permanent, but I don’t know what to call it yet)

So this is what I’ve been kinda working on for the past few days. It was done a lot sooner but then I totally forgot about it and so it didn’t get edited until yesterday. It came from this prompt by @sideblogformindtrash and here I introduce the main characters, but there’s a few others that I’m going to introduce soon.

CW: Pet whump vibes, conditioned whumpee, multiple whumpers, blood, bruises, broken bones, it used as a pronoun (in a dehumanizing way. There’s nothing wrong with it/its pronouns in general), dehumanization, unreliable narrator

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Another bad day, another complete loss of control. Power was surging through Ethan veins, as was rage. Everything was so intense, like his senses were on high alert. And every little thing, from the whimpering to the tears to the way the blood came out of the body made him furious.

But, as strong as the anger was, it subsided eventually and Ethan was released.

Wait a minute.

Where was the whimpering coming from anyway? And why was there so much blood? As Ethan came to, one of the first things that he noticed was the sobbing. It was definitely not coming from him and he didn’t recognize the voice. It sounded like the person was terrified for their life and Ethan searched desperately for the source of the noise, his ears and eyes straining for sirens or panicking people before realizing almost no one was there. But as he glanced down, to his absolute horror, he saw a small person, curled up, bleeding and beaten black and blue. And the man was definitely scared out of his mind.

“Hey, w-what happened?” Ethan asked, confused and disoriented, completely at a loss for who or what could have done such a thing to this poor person. What kind of monster-

“I-it i-is s-s-so s-sorry, it i-is s-sorry. P-please forgive it sir, f-forgive forgive, p-please. I-it’ll b-be b-better- no. N-n-no, it f-forgot. M-Master can h-hurt it w-when- whenever. But p-please, f-forgive, p-p-please…” the man clearly tried to continue begging, but he was sobbing too hard.

Ethan wanted to cry too, but it seemed his tear ducts were too shocked to do so. He- Ethan couldn’t believe this. He was the cause of all that blood? All that fear? And there was so much of it. And the man called himself an it, it, like he was an object. Ethan was going to vomit in a second.

Okay. Okay. One thing at a time. There was a person in front of him, covered in blood and bruises. Let’s work on fixing that.

“Can I- oh god. Can I help you with your injuries?”

“No! N-no, it’s o-okay s-sir. P-please d-don’t waste t-time on y-your u-useless-“ the man had to take a break to catch his breath. “U-useless s-slave. I-it is, hnng, it i-is just a u-useless, d-dumb slave w-who d-deserves to b-be hurt. Please.”

Okay. Ethan was definitely going to be sick. He ran to the bathroom and made a plan while rinsing his mouth out with water. This guy clearly didn’t want his help, but he would have to give it to him anyway. And, oh no, what will his team think when they find out? He’d be branded as a villain for sure.

And yeah, Ethan would definitely deserve it for doing something so horrible to another person, making someone so scared they called themselves it. But he wanted to do better. He wanted to find a cure for his power outbursts. He needed to help people, and containing his fits of rage and power was the first step.

Ethan grabbed as many bandages and pain meds as he could find and started to head back to where he found the man when he ran into Hazel Jackson.

Hazel was another hero and part of his team. She’d definitely be suspicious of why he had so much medical stuff. What’s he supposed to say-

“Oh, are those supposed to be for your slave?” Hazel asked, “It doesn’t need any of that, just make sure its wounds don’t get infected. You could just use some salt or something.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The slave. I’m glad we got it in front you in time for your meltdown.”

“Wait, t-that guy… he’s my… slave?”

“It, buddy. It’s a slave, don’t worry, you won’t, like, hurt it’s feelings or anything. They’re made to be injured like that.”

“But isn’t that super illegal??”

“That’s the perks of being a super hero, baby. So long as the public doesn’t find out, the cops will let anything slide.” Hazel gave Ethan a mischievous smirk, but he just felt sick again. A slave? Made to be hurt? This was all too much.

“And… you said ‘we’ earlier. Does the whole team know about this?” Hazel nodded. “And they’re… fine with it? I just… I don’t know about all this Hazel. Are you sure it’s fine?”

“Yeah, stop worrying dude. It’ll be completely fine. This way, the base doesn’t get destroyed every week, and you can continue strengthening your powers. This deal makes everyone happy.” With that and another sly smile, Hazel walked off.

“I doubt it makes the man I just tortured happy.” Ethan spoke his thoughts aloud then corrected himself. “No, I can’t think like that. Hazel said this was a good thing. I… I have to trust her judgment. She’s been a hero a lot longer than I have, so she’s got to know what’s she’s doing.”

Still, a little pain medication couldn’t hurt, right? Just something to take the edge off, like a reward for taking the torture well? Yeah, that had to be fine.

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Runt continued to sob even after Master left. It wished it did something wrong. It wished that it could fix this, could be better in order to avoid punishment. But like Miss Jackson said, Master hurt it just because. Runt was a punching bag for Master to play with. It didn’t matter how good it was, it would be hurt either way.

Runt didn’t do anything wrong, not right now at least, but it was still hurt. The thought made it so upset it could scream.

No.

That was bad thinking. Bad slave.

It sighed. This is why it was here in the first place. It couldn’t behave and had too many bad thoughts. It deserved to exist purely for pain and misery.

As it’s tears slowed, it took time to assess the damage. A massive headache, broken ribs, a broken ankle by the looks of it, two fingers twisted at odd angles, a bloody nose, cuts both deep and shallow everywhere, and everything was bruised. Miss Jackson said Master typically got angry like this once every two weeks. That wouldn’t be nearly enough time to heal completely, but it was still a rest period. Runt can and will make the most of it.

Maybe Runt should stay out of Master’s way and try to avoid angering him earlier than usually? Or maybe he might want to keep an eye on his pathetic pet? Master did test it by offering help. Maybe Master wanted to make sure Runt was well-behaved.

Whatever the case, it would find out soon enough.

Runt’s shirt was covered with blood and ripped beyond the point of really being a shirt, but it needed something to wrap its ankle in so it healed right. It took the shirt off and had just started to wrap the mangled joint when Master came back into the room.

Runt scrambled back, knowing it was bad but it didn’t care. It thought it was over, it thought the pain was done now, it didn’t want to go through more.

But Master didn’t care. Master would grab it, probably by its hurt ankle, and beat it again. Those hands filled with super human strength would break more bones with so little effort. That mind that could move things without touching them would throw it against the floor again and cut it up without even grabbing the knife. It started sobbing again.

“Woah, hey, hey, buddy. Look at me. Hey, look at me. Please?” Master’s voice was so gentle, trying to lull it into a false sense of security. Master had ordered for it to look at him, but it couldn’t. That would make Master more mad, but Runt just couldn’t.

“Hey, please buddy. Can please look at me? I have something for you.”

Runt didn’t want to know what he had. Runt didn’t want to be here, wanted Master to leave, wanted to be safe and alone for just a little longer. And that word, “buddy,” Master wanted to mock Runt by using a kind word while he hurt it.

“Buddy, if you won’t look at me, at least take this. It’s a pill, it’ll take away some of the pain.”

Runt was dumb, a very dumb, bad dog. But it knew that whatever that pill was, it wouldn’t take away pain. If anything, it’ll probably make everything worse. But it had already been bad enough. It had to do what Master wanted.

“O-okay M-M-Master.”

“Thanks buddy. Alright, you need to take it with water. Here, uh, can you hold a cup? Actually, it’s okay, I can hold it for you.”

Master put the pill into Runt’s mouth and then lifted the water to its lips. The pill was small, but it could’ve been a horse pill or worse for how hard it was to make itself swallow.

Runt had never been drugged, but it had seen what it has done to others. It had seen its fellow slaves become limp and pliable, or lose their senses, or go unconscious, or sometimes get addicted and never be the same again. It didn’t want to suffer like that, it didn’t understand why Master was so cruel to everyone and everything around him.

“…M-Master? Is th-there a-anything e-else it can do t-to p-prepare?” Runt hated talking, it was so nerve-racking. And now Master looked so confused, oh fuck, was it even allowed to talk?

“What do mean, prepare? Prepare for what?”

“F-for the-“ Runt felt sick, but it pushed through it. “For the b-b-beating. C-could it get a h-hammer o-or-“

“No.”

Runt flinched back, bad, but Master was so firm, so scary.

“Sorry, I- Ah fuck. Don’t look so scared. But no, no more beating. I’m… I’m calm now. I’m better.” Master gave Runt a timid and almost gentle smile.

Better. Not angry. Not hurting Runt. Master was better, but it had cost Runt three ribs and an ankle. How often would Runt have to help Master be better? How much would it have to give? And how much better was Master, really? Just because the storm was gone didn’t mean the sea couldn’t still drown it.

But if Master wanted to call this “better,” then that was fine. If Master wanted to give it strange pills and pretend to be a caring man, that’s fine. As long as that cruel beast of a master wasn’t here right now, everything would okay.

“Okay Master.”

Master smiled again. “Alright buddy. How about I get you something to wash away all that blood and then you can rest for a bit?”

Things will be okay. It wasn’t safe, but it was okay. And that was just about as much as Runt could hope for.

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akiren-kurosu · 2 years ago

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So some updates i’ve been working on. I really wanted to start Josuke much sooner but i’m actually glad I didn’t mainly because I had some issues with using the more updated Blender and the Smash exo plugin. I managed to figure it out but it caused a lot of headaches in the process. So going in order...

Megaman.EXE + Lan Hikari I actually randomly decided to start with as he felt like he was going to be an easier mod to start on for using updated programs and make sure everything is working out as intended. Lan actually wasn’t planned at all but from when I got the model from the XDiVE game, I forgot that it comes with Lan on the monitor with a few expressions and I thought to myself, well Megaman is going to have his mask on majority of the time with most attacks so you won’t really see any of that but I could use Lan to do so. The only expressions I gave to Megaman was blinking but Lan covers everything included also blinking. I made a few expressions of my own with some editing and also one of my friends I met through Smash related stuff who is obsessed with Megaman named Frosty actually helped make one expression for Lan which was really cool. At first for the cross fusion in the final smash I was making the textures but then I gave them to Frosty and he finished them and they came out really clean. He also gave me a couple ideas for the voice mod on them which was awesome! A mod that was going to be way more simple then originally intended but i’m extremely happy with the outcome! The only thing that was really annoying was the Cross Fusion FS as I had to rig that on Corrins dragon form and trying to rig a humanoid looking character on that is a nightmare and making them look decent. It does give me ideas for future characters to give stuff like that too (One being Tommy the Green Ranger giving him the Dragonzord as I made him over Corrin earlier on about a month or 2 ago). Oh I almost forgot that I also made my own custom render again and i’m very happy with it and I learned some new stuff so i’m definitely improving on making them look more Smash accurate.

So Xehanorts Armor I decided to make as there is 2 mods of him out there and the ability to change Sephiroths wing to something and no one fully took advantage of that. DSX8 whos Xehanort that I used in this just had Sephiroths wing which looks really wrong to me. My friend Dusk who instead gave him the X-Blade changed his wing to make it a little more unique and more KH themed but just seeing other Sephiroth mods like Vergil or Jin being able to change their appearance made me really want to see that happen with Xehanort. I will say this mod was an absolute nightmare and I didn’t think it was going to take as long as it did, the only issue I came across on the final version is sometimes his head clips through the neck of the helmet but nothing I can really do about that unless I removed his expressions but I really don’t want to do that. This mod paired with my Leonard Nimoy voice mod just feels too good to be real. Oh another thing that was a pain with him was I had to shrink his arms down to scale with Xehanort/Sephiroth has they were too big and adjusting the bones with that was a bit annoying. But it worked out and i’m so happy with it!

So finally Josuke, this is another mod I want to dedicate to Billy Kametz as Josuke is such an amazing character and the more I look back at him, the more I really appreciate the work Billy put into his character and honestly Josuke probably has moved up on my favorite Jojo characters a lot as I went back and watched some of just Part 4 when I wasn’t feeling too great. This mod will probably take a bit of time but it should go a lot smoother than Maruki as I know a general idea on how to keep Crazy Diamond with him, I just need to refresh myself on what to do and probably clean up their skeletons as Smash has a limit on how many bones on characters you can bring into Smash before it crashes. He is going over Ken as I want variety from the other main Jojo characters as Jonathan I want over Ryu, Joesph is over Richter, Jotaro is over Terry, Giorno is over Joker along with DIO. Jolyne, I haven’t seen part 6 yet but i’m interested in making some point after I see some of it unless someone mods her first and I can’t think of any better ideas although I would love to give her a stand considering. Too many Jojo characters I want in Smash, Mista is a pretty high priority too and also modding Sex Pistols/Six Bullets over Morgana to go with Giorno since he has Mistas gun and there isn’t really a good way to include them with Bayonetta at least that I can think of since he would be modded over her. Too many mod ideas, never enough time to do them but no matter what Josuke is next and even though unfortunately he won’t be getting a voice mod i’m going to try to give him expressions if I can get them to look right. Plus as usual now he’ll be getting his own Render and Stock icon that i’ll make as well in the end too!

I completely meant to make an update post the past couple days but stuff kept coming up so didn’t really get a chance too but here we are now! Probably be a bit before my next post, it will most likely be either when Josuke is mostly done or when he is done for sure then I get to decide on what to work on next! (Leaning on KawoShin over Aegis or Tifa) Probably Tifa first since she’ll be a lot quicker to get done and can probably finish her in a day easily but also depends on if her materials are annoying to work with and how her skeleton is for posing for a render. I’m still debating what outfit to focus on for KawoShin, probably the Eva-13 plugsuits since they’ll match. Meanwhile Toji will just sit in the background in his typical outfit xD I would love to give him his plugsuit, maybe if I can scale him onto Kaworus or Shinjis and recolor him and edit the number, i’ll see what I can do! I got so many render ideas for KawoShin and the day Arc 4.0 happens and I can add more slots, I want to give them 3 outfits and they’ll all have unique renders based off of official stuff but i’ll also see what I can fit in the Smash UI!

#Smash Bros.#Modding #SSBU #Updates #MegaMan.EXE #MegaMan #Mega Man #Xehanort #Master Xehanort #Josuke #Josuke Higashikata #I'll wait to tag Billy since I rather keep stuff fully related to him and not bring in other mods on his tag unrelated

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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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Blind Date (continued)

You invite Colson in after your blind date

Request: “I loved this so much! If you get the chance and are up to it, I’d love a second part!” ”I would like to read a second part of it”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

A/N: Have I edited this? No. Did I even look back over this after I wrote it? Also no

Word Count: 1974

Your hand touched the handle before you turned around, finding Colson in the same situation at his car door, still looking at you. “Do you maybe wanna… come in?” You asked, biting your lip. His face lit up, a smirk highlighting his features.

“I would love that.”

The man’s lanky figure strutted over to your front door as you opened it, pausing as he entered to take in the smell of your house that screamed you. He let his eyes wander around the place as he stepped further in, taking off his coat and shoes at the front entryway.

You moved into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of red wine while he made his way into the space. You found a note on the counter from your best friend and roommate.

Staying at Eric’s tonight in case you and your date need the place to yourself <3

You rolled your eyes at the note, chuckling as you tossed it in the trash. You rustled through your drawers to grab a corkscrew, fiddling with the bottle as Colson shuffled into the room, standing behind you to encase you in his arms.

He took the corkscrew from your hands and opened the bottle with ease. “I was getting there,” you whined jokingly.

He chuckled, “I could see that.” You turned around and allowed your lower back to rest against the counter, squeezed between the surface and Colson. His arms rested on the countertop on either side of you, his figure leaning to be level with you.

You couldn’t help but admire his features, his bright blue eyes and the stubble on his jaw sparking your artistic mind. “I wish I could sketch you right now,” you murmured your thoughts aloud.

He smirked, leaning closer into you, your lips almost meeting, “why don’t you?”

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before softly speaking, “you would get bored being my model.”

He pulled away from you, fingers running across your waist until they found your hands, intertwining your fingers. “I would be honored to be your model.”

You perked an eyebrow, “seriously?”

He shrugged, “I’ve done it before for cameras, and you are much more interesting than photographers.” He pulled you away from the counter, “go get your stuff and I’ll pour wine.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked towards your art room, which was really just your bedroom, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

When you returned, he was wandering your small living area, a glass of wine in his hands and one on the small coffee table. His eyes danced along the picture frames you and your roommate had placed around the house when you first moved in, which you honestly hadn’t looked at since.

You stepped into the room with your sketchbook and pencils, making your presence known. His gaze drifted to you with a smile, watching you settle onto the couch, “so, is this your roommate?” He motioned towards one of the pictures.

You glanced up, smiling at the goofy picture you two had taken at graduation, “yep, that’s us.” You turned your head back to your book, flipping to the next blank page as he continued asking about your pictures.

“Who’s in this one?” He asked, pointing to a photo of your roommate and her boyfriend, Eric.

You chuckled at the image of them pulling funny faces in the front seat of a car while you sat in the background looking bored, “that’s Eric, her boyfriend. We went on this huge road trip and they swore I wouldn’t have to third wheel, but I obviously did.”

Colson let out a small laugh, taking a sip of his wine, “and who is that?”

You had honestly forgotten about the picture he was pointing to, but seeing it made your stomach fill with unease. “Oh, I forgot that was still up,” you sighed at Colson’s curious expression, “that’s me and my ex, TJ. We broke up months ago, I thought I’d gotten everything of his out of here.”

Colson could see the discomfort in your expression, sitting down on the armchair next to your couch, throwing his legs over the side and posing dramatically. “Bad ex, huh?” You nodded, not wanting to make him uncomfortable with the conversation, though you wanted nothing more than to open up to him. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You rolled your eyes, turning so you could face him, “of all the poses, that’s what you pick?”

He smiled innocently, “yep.” A chuckle fell from your lips as you looked down at your sketchbook, pressing your pencil to the paper. “Fine, I’ll go first,” he began, “can’t really get to know each other if we don’t get at least a little bit of trauma out of the way.”

You looked up at him and giggled, “you got me there.”

He sighed, taking a sip of his wine, “Baze told me not to talk about it, but the look on your face when I asked you about him tells me you might be able to relate.” You raised an eyebrow but kept drawing, giving him a silent signal to continue. “I was dating this girl for a while, you’ve probably heard of her, Megan Fox.”

Your eyes went wide at the name, looking up at him in shock, “yeah, because that’s not an intimidating act to follow at all!”

Colson waved you off, “you’re doing great so far, don’t even worry about it.” You gave him a stern look, but he only continued with his story, “anyways, we were together for a while and she told me all the time she thought we were soulmates, and I believed her, you know?” You bit your lip, starting to feel slightly intimidated as he spoke about the woman. “But then she cheated on me after, like, 9 months. And I realized after we broke up how wrong we were for each other and how much she manipulated me.”

You frowned as he spoke, his tone getting sadder with each word. “That’s so shitty. I don’t understand why people cheat in long term relationships, especially after you’ve given them so much hope and trust. Like someone convinces you that they love you and then they go around and pull that shit. It’s evil.”

He nodded, a slight smile on his face, “I’m over it now though, in case you were worried. Came to the realization about a month or two later that I was better without her.”

You held the pencil in your hands still, trying to find the words you needed to say. “I, uh, I was dating that guy, TJ. We had been friends for a while and he asked me out and I said yes. Everything was great, you know? And then like almost a year end he starts acting all weird and possessive. Like just because we had been together for so long means he doesn’t have to treat me like his girlfriend anymore. He would make me feel like shit in front of our friends and just all around was being a shitty boyfriend.” Colson stared at you intensely with a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed.

“A guy should never do that shit to his girl. You don’t deserve that shit, no one does.”

You nodded sadly, “yeah, well, then I found out like 4 months into all of this that he had cheated on me and gotten the girl pregnant so… I ended things real quick.” You let out a sad huff, turning your attention back to the book and continuing your sketch of the beautiful man in front of you. “I was really upset at first but now I’m just kind of angry. Dude was a dick.”

Colson let out a dry laugh as you took a long sip of wine, “sounds like it. I’m sorry you went through that shit.”

You shrugged, smiling up at him, “if I hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here.”

He chuckled, biting his lip, “guess something good came out of it.”

A blush spread across your cheeks, “oh yeah, the food was amazing.” Your words were full of sarcasm, yet the pout on his face still made you giggle, “I’m joking, loser.”

“You better be miss second-date.” You giggled but didn’t respond, turning back to draw him. It was quiet for a few moments, your pencil tracing along the paper.

He shifted, at which you glared up at him, “I told you you’d get bored.”

With a chuckle he said, “I’m not bored. I get to look at you while you draw, it’s far from boring.” You tried to look annoyed at him but failed miserably at his flattering words. “I was thinking though, since it’s my picture and all, I should get to make some executive decisions.”

You scoffed, “you chose your pose, what else would you like oh great model Colson?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, stretching his arm out to set his glass on the table. “Well, I mentioned that I have some tattoos,” he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, “you should draw them.”

Once his shirt was fully removed from his body, you couldn’t help but gawk just a little. His entire chest was covered in ink, designs beautifully engraved into his skin. “I was gonna make a joke about this only being our first date but holy shit, these are beautiful.”

He blushed, looking down shyly, ”I was honestly scared you weren’t gonna like them.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “Seriously? This is so cool. I’m an artist, you really think I’m not gonna like tattoos? Its an art form in itself.”

Colson shrugged, moving back to his pose, expecting you to continue your drawing. Instead, your eyes wandered his torso, taking in every detail of the work. “If you’re lucky,” he commented slyly, “one day I might show you all of them.”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff, moving back into drawing position, “you think you’re so cool.”

A breathy laugh fell from his lips, “I do, actually.”

The two of you continued banter-laced conversation while you drew him, his likeness coming to life on your page. At some point it turned into 3 am, and you were struggling to keep your eyes opened, but you were finished.

“Here.” You turned the book to him, letting him take in your work. He didn’t speak for a few moments, causing worry to build in you. “I mean, it’s no Mona Lisa but-“

“That is fucking amazing.” He cut you off with a wide smile, “you make me look hot.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin, “I’m not going to feed your ego by saying something super lame like “that’s just what you look like,” but I’m glad you like it.” He chuckled at your response, climbing off of the chair to stand in front of you.

“Damn, I was really hoping to get my ego fed tonight.” He grabbed the sketchbook from you and threw it onto the couch next to you before grabbing your hands and pulling you up to stand.

You smiled to yourself, chest shaking with silent laughter, “does the sketch not feed it enough?”

He shook his head, “I need the approval of a really pretty girl to satisfy its hunger.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned up into him, “you gotta work harder than that, Rockstar.” Your words came out breathy against his lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

His mouth connected to yours, the kiss deep and passionate. His soft lips meshed perfectly with yours, his hands pulling you up to stand on your tiptoes. Once you pulled away you stayed close to him, breathing in his intoxicating scent. He whispered, “I never thought a blind date could turn out so well.”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker fluff #colson imagine

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