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was having a 'meh' kind of day, so decided to just chill, play video games, work on some gifs
and as i was editing a gif, this sort of emptiness crept up on me and i just sat there like 'why am i even making this'
#life#genuinely realized that gif making went from a way to express myself and my ideas#to just uh.. a habit?#a lot of things i've been making in the past idk.. months? are mostly because i wanted to honour my ideas#i just have so so so many but it's like#it doesn't really feel rewarding#i guess it also comes from the fact that i want to be productive.. to feel like i'm not wasting my time#but maybe that's exactly what's wasting my time#i remember when i first quit tumblr i looked back at all the hundreds of gifs i've created#and how by the end of it it really didn't matter#people were stealing and reposting my stuff left and right on twitter on pinterest on uh.. was it weh*artit or whatever??#and i sort of thought to myself 'never again'#decided to focus on making things with more 'tangible' results if that makes any sense#and then hotd pulled me back in.. and then bg3 absolutely consumed my brain#and yet... we're back here again#how many of these 'oh it's just a bad day' do i have in me lmao#maybe i should go write đ¤Ą
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So the lovely @haahka and I were talking about Tay and how it's a bit sad that the fandom only ever seems to send him on shopping tours or focus on his fashion (you guys know that I'm obsessed with the KinnPorsche Fashion myself, but it's just a little...unadventurous, you know).
And then I got waaay to deep into headcanons with the equally lovely @tumsa (I'm not even sorry for the spam đâ¤).
Now, there are two things I want to do: first, I'd love to hear more Tay headcanons - feel free to throw them at me (as an ask, in the tags, added to this post, whatever you prefer). Because I'm really curious. đ
And second, I'm going to share a few of mine:
Tay is way more capable than anyone thinks. (But no one needs to know that.)
People treat Tay like a princess within the show - I mean, he isn't even allowed to help in the kitchen at Porsche's. But I don't think Tay IS a princess. I think it's a protective façade. Because letting oneself be underestimated is a (survival) strategy in a world of money and constant power struggle, and a smart one at that. Yes, Tay is really good at reading people in general, but I also feel like people tend to let their guard down around him. Because he's kind, and understanding, and compassionate - and he seems harmless, a bit spoiled even. His 'softness' puts people at ease, makes them talk, makes them more honest than they probably should be. He's not a threat after all. I bet he knows a lot of things he shouldn't. I bet he's smart enough to use that knowledge (to help other people, to help himself, if needed). And I bet Tay could be fucking dangerous if he ever chose to (and wouldn't that be exciting đ).
I also like to think that Tay has a strong survival instinct that goes beyond 'pretending to be incapable'. He and Kinn have been friends for ages, their families know each other, he basically grew up surrounded by mafia. He probably witnessed Tankhun's kidnapping back in the day. The horror and trauma of it. Tay's family is rich. He's close to the Theerapanyakuls. To the future head of the family. But he DOESN'T have an army of bodyguards following him around. And the downside of 'being harmless' is looking like an easy victim. Tay is too smart to be unprepared. So in my headcanon he knows how to handle a crisis, knows how to deal with danger, knows how to survive. Knows how to get out of the country quickly, how to get money without leaving a trail, how to get an unregistered gun. How to land a mean punch even though he hates it, how to apply (good) first aid EVEN THOUGH HE HATES IT. (I do think that he really isn't a fan of physical stuff, so the princess image is not completely off. Or, well, he lets it work in his favour.)
Tay's reaction to being hurt, being really hurt, is to shut his emotions down completely.
I don't enjoy how Tay's often written as dramatic and over-emotional in his confrontations with Time after what happened at Hum Bar. He isn't sober when he catches his boyfriend shoving his tongue down another man's throat, and well, his boyfriend is shoving his tongue down another man's throat. So of course he's fucking angry. And emotional. Right then and there. But the thing is, Tay had time to think, time to cool off in those other confrontations. And that's just the way to describe Tay's demeanor then: cool, cold, like ice. I like to think that he just freezes over. Turns into a statue of neutral disinterest. Just imagine: someone like Tay, always so kind and compassionate, staring you down with an expressionless face, not reacting to anything you say, looking close to fucking bored. Imagine what that would do to Time, always so full of himself, always so used to getting reactions out of Tay. Walking straight into a wall of ice. Completely out of his element. Really forced to put the work in for once. And it truly is hard work to break through to Tay once he closes his feelings off from you. A little bit of grovelling might be necessary. (That said, dealing with his emotions like that isn't good for Tay either. Of course not.)
There's...'something' between Tay and Vegas, some kind of understanding
I never got over TAY asking after Vegas in the final episode. Or the way Tay watches Vegas as he passes him during the auction. So I'm having a lot of fun wondering about the 'relationship' between Tay and Vegas, or how potential interactions could have gone down.
I mean, Tay 'belongs' to Kinn. We know that Vegas wants everything that belongs to Kinn (I bet he thinks Kinn must have fucked a pretty boy like that at least once. Even though it's not his usual type. Why else would he stick around?). Tay's caring and understanding. We know how Vegas can react...to something like that. (Not him falling in love after one free therapy session or something like that.) Tay is really good at reading people, he is really good at reading Kinn. And we know Vegas is not so different from Kinn (in some ways), even though he would murder anyone suggesting something like that to his face. Or maybe that's exactly what Tay does. Telling that to his face. As Vegas tries to seduce him, in the earlier days. But Tay doesn't try to wound him with that, to be cruel or mean, it's just an observation, spoken in that calm and understanding tone of his. And a younger Vegas is so shocked by that statement that he just...stops? And stares at Tay who just keeps going with that warm look in his eyes and those observations that hit a little too close to home until he can't take it anymore and turns on his heel to...definitely NOT run away like a dog with his tail between his legs.
Vegas keeps his distance after that. That princess isn't worth the effort, he tells himself. Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe he stops trying to seduce Tay, yes. But they end up talking again. And again. Because Vegas desperately needs to know what Tay meant with those things he said. And there's just... something about their conversations that keeps Vegas coming back. Until (stealing some thoughts from @tumsa here <3) Tay tries to convince Vegas that the competition between him and Kinn is dumb. Vegas does keep his distance, then.
And Tay gives up trying to help, trying to make him see how futile all of this is because it's clear Vegas won't listen to anyone but his father. But he still cares about Vegas, and seeing all the things Vegas does to himself without realising, seeing that ever-growing self-destructive obsession with Kinn sits like a leaden ball in Tay's stomach. The knowledge that he can't do anything to help is a bit like its own form of torture.
Anyways, (stealing again from @tumsa) Tay definitely ends up going to the hospital to visit Vegas. In secret, of course. And seeing Vegas and Pete together, seeing Vegas being changed by love, seeing him try to be a better person for Pete, putting all this effort in to make it work - maybe all of this forces Tay to reflect on his own love life for once. To reflect on the things he wants. The things he deserves, after all.
Nearly everyone had a crush on Tay, one time or another
You guys know the thing we do with Vegas? Like how VegasPete is the holy grail of endgame ships but it's so much fucking fun to ship Vegas with everyone and to imagine all his possible encounters and escapades? Because he's manipulation, seduction and psychological issues stacked on top of each other and wrapped in a velvet shirt?
Well. I like to do the same thing with Tay. For more or less opposite reasons. Because he's understanding and warm and compassionate and smart (and really pretty). In a world full of violence and trauma and repressed emotions, only sharp edges. I mean, who wouldn't crave the warmth, who wouldn't want to bathe in the sunlight for a while? I'm pretty sure people are falling en masse for Tay. And I think Tay doesn't always know how to handle it. Or genuinely doesn't realise what kind of effect he has on those poor bastards for doing nothing more than showing them a bit of kindness. Or maybe he's simply choosing to ignore it because he only has eyes for one person and one person alone.
Anyways, a lot of fun directions to go with this last headcanon for now. (And I'm keeping it intentionally vague and without examples because otherwise, this would turn into a multichapter fanfic I don't have time to write just now. đ¤Ą)
#it's a bad idea to post this when there's so many other things I should be doing#and I have to go back to work tomorrow#but that hasn't stopped me before has it đ¤Ą#and I had way too much fun writing and thinking about this ngl#(was there infj projection involved in this? maybe. MAYBE IT WAS)#anyways - I'd love to hear and collect some more Tay headcanons <3#and I leave it to @haahka to share that one headcanon with you that started all of this đâ¤#kinnporsche the series#kinnporsche headcanon#kinnporsche tay#vegas theerapanyakul#timetay#because the kinnporsche brain rot is still real
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no artsies for a while bc I donât have my tablet and work sent me to a hotel with no wifi đž
#$15 a day for wifi?? Iâd rather go caveman#anyways maybe i should try to write more fic but finish it faster than 7 monthsđ¤Ą
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Have some art + fic rn cuz i had this idea plaguing me for a whlie in my first playthrough of the game and i needed to have it realized.
I don't want to edit my writing just yet so i'll do that later, but for now have some mentally unstable Siffrin đ
I'll come up with a title ltr, prob when i edit this and post to ao3 (so if this gets reblogs just check out the og post for latest ver.)
For now the warnings you should know of are just character death, lots of Siff hating himself, and i think suicide ideation? I wrote this a few hours ago n still don't want to go back just yet but basically its nothing that doesn't already exist in the game
Fic starts under the cut! Roughly 2000 words
(edit: i forgor some colors don't exist/can't be seen đ¤Ą, fixed now!)
Siffrin canât seem to fall asleep at all anymore. The night right before the loops he can only pretend to get some rest before facing the king. He isnât quite sure what the reason is. Being stuck in one place for too long? Useless? His urges to reach out for Isaâs touch that keep him awake at night, yearning for connection that is immediately are followed by disgust in himself? The pure exhaustion at the thought of repeating the next day again? None seem to be the answer. Maybe its a combination.
He only knows that heâs exhausted. Exhausted, yet unable to rest. Even if he were able, would he want to risk what ever dream or nightmare his head might concoct? A blend of memories and deaths to remind him that he canât escape?
Not being able to sleep makes them worse at the loops too unfortunately. They got along fine for the first few loops after his first sleepless night, though the mistakes ramped up. They cursed their body, cursed themself for being so weak. Simple and stupid mistakes getting them killed via boulder when they forgot and slip of the hand resulting in the weakest of Sadnesses offing him.
Loop of course taunted about his failures, like they always do. He couldnât fully blame them, knowing deep down he deserved it. There was a pull he sometimes had though, to rest with them, even for just a little bit. Heâs hung out with them before, when it gets overwhelming, never for very long. Despite that, to actually sleep with them is a different story. Different vulnerability that, he wasnât comfortable with. Too weak, he didnât need another thing for Loop to tease him about. No matter how tempting it would be to sit in the tree and doze off. He wouldnât doubt that, if he could rest at this point, he would doze off until the next loop.
He canât have that. He canât let his family die again.
The next loop began, the stage set, and Siff opened his eye, despite every ache in their body telling them not too. They canât listen to their body right now though. They need to travel the entire house in the next few loops for anything he might have missed before. One more sweep.Â
He carries out his lines, plays the role heâs meant, rehearsing the other actorâs lines in his head before they speak up. Familiar steps, expressions, directions. When they get to Isabeau, they slip up again, Isaâs concern blooms. But theyâve seen this before. Itâll be fine. Their gut twists at forcing Isa to be concerned, but theres a warmth in it too. That Isa cares. Cares about them. Itâs strange, when Odile gets close to the truth, stars when she FINDS OUT the truth, there isnât any warmth. Just, fear. But knowing Isa wonât find out, just cares and makes them promise to talk about it at a time they know wonât come, itâs a guilty pleasure. At least, for now. Before it becomes meshed with all the other lines Siffrin has come to expect from The Fighter.
While navigation the House like normal, they slip up occasionally, interacting with objects that spark Odileâs concern. They donât bother reversing the mistakes, he hasnât slipped up that much. Thereâs no way she could know. Siff crumbled on the first floor at the counter they jabbed themself into again. Unable to see it and always stupidly forgetting to be cautious there. Stupid.Â
And they kept making mistakes. Their exhaustion pulling at their body, their nerves eating them alive. Thereâs no warmth with new lines of concern from their actors. Just spikes of panic followed by their attempts to reassure them. To continue on.
By the final snack stop before the King, their actorâs change the script again. Siffrin tensed, their hand tracing the handle of their dagger in case of emergency. Odile⌠odile doesnât call out suspicious connections to time craft this time. Everyone just.. Just asks him to nap.
The third floor they had fumbled the most, their quick grabs at the keys became more clumsy against his will. His hands canât stop shaking. The aches wonât cease their whining in his body. Change, of course they noticed, they arenât blind. The script is similar, repeating the words that simultaneously warm his body and send nausea through it. Theyâre a family. They care.
Absently, Siffrin notes Miraâs asking him if heâll accept a comb, again. At least thatâs familiar. At least one of them new the script to stick to. And, he really wouldnât mind it again. The loops reset his hair back to the tangled and knotted mess it was when he startled back to awareness in Dormont. Everytime. Sometimes they briefly wondered if Mirabelle would comb their hair out back in town too. They would never ask though.
Their family quietly chated as Mirabelle combed through his hair. Gently, dare they think lovingly. Careful not to hurt him. Like heâs fragile and weak. Pathetic. They are pathetic arenât they. For wanting this. Selfish for forcing them. Their hands continued to tremble, as much as Siff tried to suppress it.
The Fighter changes the script first. First to notice. Notice a slip up. They tense, not for any particular reason just, they donât know this script. The Fighterâs face is concerned but softens. Isa. Isa asked hesitantly it he could see their hands. Siff let him, letting their pathetic shaking hands be engulfed in Isaâs large ones. He hesitantly rubs their knuckles, Mira continues to brush the tangles out of their hair. Siffâs eyelid got heavier, their body screaming to just let go, just relax. They havenât reached the king yet, the head housemaid, they canât yet.Â
When they heard Odile close her book, another off script action, they jolted up and looked her way. Odile was about to speak up, but hesitated at their startled form. Her concerned and piercing expression remained.
âSiffrin, did you get any rest at all last night?â
They stop and meekly speak up, âI slept..â
âThatâs not what I asked.â
Siffrin grimaced, tensing up. âI got.. Some rest. Why do you ask?â
âThe fumbling around and absent performance donât suggest you did.â
She had them there. Their fingers twitch as they internally remind themselves their dagger is still on their person. Even if their hands are occupied with being held by Isaâs. They take a breath.
The other actors contribute, sharing their nerves about facing the King. Needing to be ready before confronting the Threat, that could be their final standing place. No. No they wonât fail. They wonât die here. He might, but he wonât let his family.
Odile is actually the first to suggest Siffrin rest before they face the King. They canât have any weak links before such a moment. Weak members. Weak. They were clumsy this loop. Their other family members share in the sentiment. They probably think heâs weak too. Their concerned smiles are hard to say no to though. The aches and exhaustion overwhelming his body probably wouldnât let him refuse such an opportunity either. Surely. Surely they went through the first couple floors quick enough that another fifteen minutes before the king wouldnât be too long. Right?
Itâs a thought that didnât seem to cross his family memberâs faces when he gave into their requests and laid down. Mira scooted over, getting started on the next clump of tangled hair. Isa offered his lap as a pillow, and Siffrinâs slow mind just. Accepts the request. Not noting the dark shade flooding The Fighterâs face as they dragged their body to his lap, their head and partial upper body relaxing immediately. They rest their head on their blind side, one hand interlaced with The Fighterâs, behind them Mira finishing off the last of their tangles. The concern from their familyâs faces hasnât completely disappeared, but itâs eased. And that is enough to release the remaining tension in his body. Itâs enough.Â
Their family makes a few jokes that their brain muffles. Some laughing. Bonnieâs working on their snacks in the corner, still. Theyâll be ready when they wake up. Their legs adjusted and placed in someone elseâs lap, they think. Whoever it was, rubs circles into their calf. His eyelid grows heavier, their breathes come easy. Deep breaths. Someone rubs their back.Â
Itâs nice. Really.. really nice. One could easily forget they were even about to face the King at all. Face the end. They close their eyelid. Itâs warm. One breath in. And out. Just.. just a quick nap. Where they are loved. They.. they are loved right? This is what this means⌠at least right nowâŚ
Yeah. They hope this is right.
Sleep engulfs them for the first time in several loops and their breaths slow.
The chatting continues around him, not lacking some glances exchanged between the adults in the room. But mostly, just relief fills the air. Mira stayed by Siffrinâs side, threading her fingers through his now completely combed out hair. The flush in Isabeauâs cheeks still hadnât fully left, every movement reminding him of his crush resting so peacefully in his lap. Like a sleeping cat that once it has claimed you as itâs cushion, you are bound by the universe to not move for any reason. Odile didnât pass up the opportunity to tease him, met with Isaâs shushing and hushed whisper âwhat if he wakes up and hears you!!â
Siff had done a lot today, and everyone would have assumed he was completely calm about fighting the king if not for his uncharacteristic clumsiness. Mirabelle supposed it made sense though. A night of rough sleep right before facing the most dangerous threat facing the country? That would make anyone mess up.
After another twenty minutes, Bonnie comes over with the freshly prepared snacks. Made extra special since they were more ahead of schedule than expected. Last hurrah before the king, everyone needed to be at their best.
Mirabelle smiles, heading over to were Bonnie had announced the snacks. Isa attempts to move but flounders at the idea of moving Siff. Mirabelle giggles at his flushing face as Odile moves their legs out of their lap. Well, time to end their nap she supposes. Their sleepy family member probably wonât be too thrilled about waking up but it is snack time.
Mirabelle collects her choice of snack and crouches over to Siff, moving their hat from where it had obscured their resting expression. Isa looked both upset to have the time his crush sleeps on their lap come to an end, and relieved. He lets out a chuckle as Mira gently shakes their shoulder.
âTime to wake up, Siffrin! Bonnie has snacks for everyone.â Mira moves a few hairs out of their face. âSiffrin?â
Isabeau adjusts, and joins in. âSiff? Sorry to wake you bud but..â He pauses, seeing Mirabelleâs face shift. Odileâs gaze sharpens as Mirabelleâs leans over them, placing her ear to their chest.
âThey- th-they arenâtâ Mira cries out. âThey arenât breathing! No no no-âÂ
Isabeau moves Siffrin off his lap with shaking hands. Odile rushes over to their side, checking their wrist and neck for a pulse. Bonnieâs face crumbles in the corner, alarm replacing the happy air.
Isabeau shakes Siffrinâs still body, Mirabelle readies a heal craft as Odile begins to try resuscitating them.
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Siffrin first feels the gentle breeze around them. The grass moving in tune, sometimes brushing up against the small areas their clothes donât cover. They hear Mirabelle in the distance and when they open their eyes, sheâs right above them, apologetic for waking them. Siffrin blinks. Itâs been a while since Miraâs been the one to wake them up.Â
âGood morning! Well, more like good afternoon, I gue- wow. Are you okay?â
Thatâs new. Why would her lines-
âYouâre crying.. Is something wrong, Siffrin?â
He blinks and brings a hand to his face. Sure enough, his cheek is stained with tears. He doesnât remember crying, he just woke up too. From..
âMustâve happened in my sleepâ He says absently.
Mira frowns, âOh no! What did you dream aboutâŚ?â
Siffrin shrugs and repeats lines he remembers that will reassure her the quickest. She sighs and returns back to town. Theyâll be waiting for him.
He takes a moment to think about what happened in the last loop. He.. doesnât remember dying. Must have been when he went to sleep. That. That probably should worry him, that falling asleep could end a loop, but he doesnât feel any regret about it. Actually, itâd be nice if all his loops ended like that. Just, dying with his loved ones around. It would take too long though, even if it could happen again. This loop needs to be faster. Last loop they didnât even reach the king, and they have questions.Â
He grumbles as he sits up, a part of him yearning to go back to that warmth. Oh if only the universe could have let it be permanent. A permanent death that didnât even hurt. Thatâs wishful thinking though, the universe isnât so kind. And they have work to do, his family- actors. They need what he knows. He canât rest forever yet.
The show must go on.
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It Happened in Texas
Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader â¤ď¸ Chapter 1: Apparently you have a magnet for shitty bosses
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A/N: For plot purposes, Haley is not in the picture, but Jack does appear later in the story. Also I gave Strauss some of Linda Barnesâs personality so sheâs really annoying :)
Tags/Warnings: mentions of violence typical to Criminal Minds. This becomes a comedy in chapter 2, but chapter 1 is very world/character-buildy, sorry đ It gets funnier I swear đ¤Ą
The case in this chapter is loosely based on s3e8.
word count: 2k
Enjoy! đ¤
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âAbsolutely notâ.
The dark-haired man tries to rein in his barely concealed anger at his boss, who, honestly, you werenât exactly a huge fan of right now either. He gestures to you.
âI donât know anything about her. Itâs my job to decide whether someone is a good fit for the teamâ, he scowls. Frankly, youâre impressed that he hasnât exploded.
âAgent Hotchner, I have hired her because I think sheâs perfectly capable of doing the jobâ.Â
You swallow a scoff. Sure. Thatâs why.
âMy decision is final. And you have a case to get toâ, Strauss snaps.
Agent Hotchner glares at her as she walks away. Then he turns his stare to you.Â
âWeâre leaving for a case in 10 minutes. Do you have your go bag?â, he asks, not unkindly.
âYes sir.â
He nods and walks towards the BAU bullpen. You follow him.Â
âI trust youâll keep this altercation between usâ, he tells you. âI donât want the team to be distractedâ.
âYes, sirâ.
âJust call me Hotch.â
âYes, s- Hotchâ.
Heâs being pretty nice given the situation heâs been put in. But you wonder, not for the first time today, if you should have turned down this job.
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15 minutes ago
âCome inâ.
You step into the office of the blonde woman youâd interviewed with. She had been quite pleasant then.
âAssistant Director Straussâ, you greet her.
âAgent. Take a seat. Iâd like to discuss some things before I introduce you to your unit chiefâ.
You wonder what the unit chief is like. Youâd heard great things about Aaron Hotchner from your former colleagues.Â
âAs Iâm sure you know this position at the BAU is a highly coveted opportunityâ, she starts.
âYes maâamâ.
âIâd like you to be comfortable here, so I hope we can work together to make that happenâ.
Oh?
âThank you maâam. Iâll do my best.â
âExcellent! Iâll be expecting an additional personal report for all of your cases.â
âIâm sorry?â
She smiles at you like youâre stupid.
âAgent Hotchner might run a tight ship, but itâs my job to make sure it runs smoothlyâ, she tells you. âSo I just need you to give me details about your cases. No need to mention it to Agent Hotchner, just write the report and send it straight to me.â
âYou want me to report on the team? Without telling them?â
This was not what you signed up for.
She laughs mirthlessly.Â
âItâs just a report agent. Think of it as a ⌠peer evaluation. I just want to make sure thereâs no issues. Iâm sure you would understand. Especially after what happened in Houston?â
You grit your teeth. Of course she knew.
âYes maâamâ.
You try to smile.
âI knew I was right to hire youâ, she says.Â
You both know youâre only here because she was the only one who accepted your transfer request.Â
âAgent. If this conversation leaves this room, youâll have to understand why I can no longer keep you on this teamâ.
Fantastic. You were already getting threatened on your first day.Â
You plaster on a smile.
âOf course.â
She smiles back, just as fake.
âGreat. Now Iâll introduce you to Agent Hotchner. Youâll have to forgive him for his ⌠attitudeâ, she says contemptuously. âHeâs going through a rough timeâ.
And now your boss was moody too? You were regretting come here by the second.Â
Strauss presses the intercom button on her phone.
âSend him inâ.
The door is opened by a tall, handsome man. Heâs maybe in his late 30s, and heâs well dressed. He has authority figure written all over him, but he looks confused to see you.
âAssistant Director?â, he greets. You suspect itâs not often that heâs walked into a situation where he doesnât know whatâs happening. An exception being right now.
âAgent Hotchner, come in. Iâd like you to meet Agent Y/L/Nâ.
He stretches a hand forward and you shake it.Â
âNice to meet you.â
âLikewiseâ.
He looks at Strauss.Â
âWhat is this about?â
Strauss looks like sheâs holding back a grin.Â
âSheâll be joining the BAU effective immediatelyâ.
Agent Hotchner looks like heâs just been handed a bomb.
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Present
He doesnât talk to you at all as youâre climbing into the jet. The team donât pretend to hide their shock at your arrival. Hotch quickly introduces you and then takes a seat at the back. You politely smile at their wide eyes, but inside you try to fight the urge to turn around and go kick Strauss in the shin. She didnât even tell them she was hiring you. Unbelievable. This day could not get any worse. The team starts asking you all sorts of questions. Hotch cuts them off.
âThatâs enough. Brief us on the case JJâ.
They all follow his directive immediately. A pretty blonde woman who must be JJ hands everyone on the team a file. Thereâs a pause as everyone realises you donât have one, because she didnât know you would be here. A dark haired woman who introduces herself as Emily offers to share hers with you. You smile at her gratefully and try to be invisible as JJ briefs the team.Â
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Your first case is in Bridgewater, Florida. A girl has been found with her body eaten by alligators, her fingers cut off and a pentagram carved into her chest. Itâs not exactly a great first day welcome. Hotch comes back from the coronerâs office with news that the victim had been force fed fingers before her death. And that none of them were hers, and six of them are index fingers. Remember when you thought your day couldnât get any worse? This was definitely worse. You wince at the news and Emily looks at you with concern.
âYou okay?â
You nod, but notice JJ and Agent Morgan discreetly share a dubious look. The latter turns to face you.Â
âField offices arenât exactly the same as the BAU. If youâre not up to it-â
âIâm fine. Iâd just like to catch the guy that did thisâ, you tell him.Â
You refuse to look weak or feed into the suspicion that you donât deserve to be here. Morgan stares at you before nodding in agreement and moving away to look over some files. You do the same to avoid any more conversation, and then notice something strange. You pull out a photo.
âThis crime scene shows the books the victim was carrying were arranged into a neat row. This specific placement could suggest the unsub was at some point in a mental institutionâ.
Morgan looks doubtful, but still takes a look.Â
Agent Reid springs up. âOf course! When the severely mentally ill are institutionalised, theyâre taught to keep things clean and neat to promote order, exactly like the books in that photo!â
Youâre a little speechless at his enthusiasm, but it seems his confirmation convinces the team, who now look a little less skeptical about your abilities. They call Garcia to check for names and update Hotch. Garcia calls back about a specific mental institution for a case like the one youâre looking for. Hotch immediately stands up to leave.
âReid, letâs goâ, he orders. The young genius scuttles after him.Â
They find a name for the unsub, Floyd Feylinn Ferrel - a cannibal that believes heâs possessed by a flesh eating demon. He was also at the search party earlier to look for a missing girl. The team finds him, but one victim is still missing - Tracy Lambert. Floyd refuses to talk without Father Marks, the priest at his church. They bring him into the interrogation room with Morgan while you and Rossi pore over the sign in sheets from the search party. You frown.Â
âSomethings wrongâ, you mutter. The older agent looks at you in confusion.
âHe signed the volunteer sheet, but not the search team sheet. It doesnât make senseâ, you say, handing him the papers. Usually unsubs joined the search team. Why would he just volunteer to be there?
âFather, I feel so alone. Like God has abandoned meâ, Floyd laments.Â
The priest shakes his head kindly. âYou are not alone, my son. God is in all of usâ.
Your stomach drops as you see exactly what Floyd had volunteered for - the food station.Â
âWe need to stop the interviewâ, you panic, flinging open the interrogation room door.Â
Floyd stares right at you and grins.Â
âSo is Tracy Lambertâ.
âââââââââ
The plane ride back is quiet. You thankfully hadnât eaten anything at the search, but you still feel nauseous. Is this what all BAU cases were like? Maybe it wasnât too late to reapply somewhere else? Your unit chief interrupts your thoughts.
âGood job today Reid, we wouldnât have caught him if you hadnât noticed the booksâ, he says. You freeze in your seat, but the younger agent doesnât notice your discomfort. In fact he barely looks up from his book to correct the unit chief.Â
âActually it wasnât me that figured it out. It was y/nâ.
Hotch looks taken aback and he turns to you, which leads to some awkward eye contact. He looks pained, but he gives you a nod and then moves to the back of the plane.Â
Emily nudges your elbow from her seat next to yours.Â
âYou did good today. Heâll come aroundâ, she tells you.Â
âI really didnât know that no one was informed of my transfer-â, you try to explain, but she stops you.
âI know better than anyone how you feel right now. As long as you do your job and are loyal to the team, everythingâs going to be fineâ.Â
You nod.Â
âLook, today was a rough case. Weâre going for drinks when we land. Want to come?â, she offers.
You think about the report youâre about to write for Strauss tonight, detailing everything that just happened today. Itâs going to take you hours to make sure it doesnât incriminate anyone on the team.Â
âNo, Iâm tired, but thanks. You guys have funâ.
On the drive home, you realise that you wonât ever be friends with them. You were a spy, even if you didnât want to be.Â
You had come here to escape. Instead, you had just traded one prison for another.Â
ââââââââââââ
Emily enters Penelopeâs office to pick her up before drinks.
Penelope greets her with a guilty look.
âOk. I did something, but donât be mad. I looked into her fileâ.
âPen!â
âWhat? Sheâs new, I donât like new. And we donât know anything about her. Donât you want to know how she got hired without Hotchâs approval?â
Emily raises an eyebrow.
âIÂ was hired without Hotchâs approval.â
Penelope gives her puppy eyes and Emily gives in.
âFine. What did you find?â
The analyst practically lights up.
âOk, so she graduated the FBI academy with high scores. Went straight to the Houston field office and she was very good at her job - excellent peer reviews and high scores on all of her evaluationsâ, Penelope starts, putting all of your personal data onto her screen. âAlmost everything about her is perfect. Except-â, she clicks on a file. âAbout two months ago she suddenly requested a transfer to basically every department that was hiring and got rejected by almost all of them. Except oursâ.Â
Emily frowns. âShe has stellar performance evaluations but no one wants to hire her? And why was she so desperate to transfer?â
âYeah, I thought that was weird too, so I looked into it, but thereâs nothing. Except that in her last month at Houston, she isnât listed on a single one of their cases.â
âNone?â
âItâs like she didnât exist, but she was there every day, I checked her attendance and itâs flawlessâ.
Emily presses her lips together. She remembers how much she had tried to seal her own history.Â
âI donât think we should be looking anymore. If whatever happened isnât in the database, then we arenât meant to see it. Sheâll tell us when sheâs readyâ.
Penelope looks apprehensive, but she closes the files.Â
âSheâs really nice! And sheâs good, she helped us solve the case todayâ, Emily tries to convince the IT specialist.Â
âIâm telling you something is fishyâ.
Emily might not say it out loud, but she definitely agreed.
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Chapter 2
#criminal minds#bau team#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#spencer reid#derek morgan#penelope garcia#david rossi#criminal minds x reader#jennifer jj jareau
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Hello! I just gotta tell you how much I loved your "Shishtoren's princess" âşď¸đ it had me giggling and kicking my feet, I swear đ¤
I hope you don't mind me requesting a much needed suo (plus any other chatacter if u want) x reader who's always tired (totally not self endulgent đ¤Ą).
Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to đ
- đŽ anon
Sleep is for the Weak (is it though?)
Word Count: 544
ŕ¨ŕ§ Read me before interacting!
ŕ¨ŕ§ Pairing: Hayato Suo x f!reader
ŕ¨ŕ§ Warnings: fluff (sickening fluff, like tooth-rotting fluff)
ŕ¨ŕ§ Note: The way that I felt so seen with this request HAHA and thank you so much for the sweetest words!! I work 2 jobs and literally I always feel like thereâs never enough time in the day nor enough time to sleep so I am perpetually tired all the time. I run on iced coffee and a dream (and nicotine) hahaâŚha. But I really loved writing this ahhhh it was incredibly self-indulgent on my end as well!!! Thank you for the fun request my đŽ lovebug anon!!! âĄ
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⥠Suoâs an observant guy â within just hanging out with eachother a handful of times, he already noticed the little yawns that you cover your hand with or the sudden bursts of blinking that you do when you find yourself nodding off.
⥠The first time he notices it, he thinks that maybe youâve just had a restless night ⌠but then he sees you a couple days later and heâs seeing it again.
⥠Now heâs noticing it every time you guys are together (and even when youâre not).
⥠Sometimes youâll be texting and itâll go silent on your end for at least 30 minutes to an hour or two â and then heâll get a little ping from his phone and itâs you apologizing and saying that you just woke up from a nap.
⥠He wonât admit that he thinks itâs cute and turns it on you instead.
⥠âI guess Iâm not interesting enough to keep you awake :(â
⥠And then the teasing transcends from text to in-person.
⥠He sees you try to hide your little yawn by turning your face into your shoulder and heâs going in.
⥠âOh? Is it nap time?â
⥠âWas that a yawn, my sleepy girl?â
⥠His favorite thing about teasing you while youâre tired is that you simply donât have enough energy to banter back with him â all you can do is pout and slowly blink at him (youâre angry in lowercase).
⥠He hates that heâs weak for it.
⥠âDonât be silly, lay on my shoulder.â
⥠For as much as he teases you though, heâs just as thoughtful.
⥠If you both are out with everyone, heâs already set a curfew in mind for when you both should leave so that you can rest.
⥠âAre you ready to leave, sleepyhead?â
⥠Absolutely loves tucking you in â itâs so domestic and sickeningly sweet but sometimes youâll mutter a soft âthank youâ and it has his heart beating just a tad faster.
⥠Bonus points: pull on his sleeve when heâs about to leave and heâs smitten.
⥠âAh, well if you insist, love.â
⥠âCome on â scoot over, sleepy girl.âÂ
⥠If you enjoy drinking coffee, he likes that too.
⥠Thereâs just something about looking down and seeing his cup of tea next to your coffee â like coffee is just so you and tea is just so him.Â
⥠When you lay your head in his lap, he melts at the sight. Sometimes heâll just appreciate your beauty while you doze off.Â
⥠He listens to your soft breathing and runs his hands through your hair. If heâs in the mood, will let his eyes close alongside yours.
⥠Anytime you have plans together, always asks if youâre up for it. If youâre just too tired â thatâs okay!Â
⥠He would never want you to push your body or force yourself to do something that you donât have the energy for â simply just pats your head and asks what youâd like to do instead.
⥠Despite what you would think, doesnât get mad at all that you fall into fits of sleep when youâre around him â because he gets to make sure that youâre resting.
#melody answers (& loves it)#hayato suo x reader#wind breaker fluff#hayato suo#going to bed rn so if this is rlly good then that means it was rlly accurate LMAO#also ... if u see typos... kindly look away#i want suo to call me a sleepy girl so bad ugh#sleepyhead too#hes just so sweet abt it i know it he told me#actually he's tucking me in rn as i write this#LOVED THIS ugh. more requests like this pls. i love cute lil requests like this.#getting delulu ending tags now#actually i hope i did ur request justice bc im second guessing now#lmk and ill rewrite it my sweet đŽ anon#melody writes (& never stops)
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gamer!eren boyfie: minecraft edition
dating gamer eren is exhausting and exhilarating
like i can imagine him being such an ASS when you play a game w him - if youâre a noob, he will tease the SHIT outta you, but if youâre more or less experienced he might tone it down (maybe)
when you play minecraft together he would go on the craziest raids and just teleport you to him out of nowhere with no warning, just for you to fuckin EAT DIRT-
and when you die and lose all your stuff heâll just laugh and be like âhah noobâ
although, heâll be sweet too đŤśđ˝
like heâd definitely tame a wolf and name it after you
âbabe babe look at my little friend-â
if youâre new to minecraft, heâd definitely help you out along the way.
âum beb? please donât hit me, i will actually dieâ
âbut itâs so fun-â he will kill you if you donât listen and continue hitting him, donât test out that theory đ
he would protect you from skeletons and creepers bc bro idc how experienced you are THEY ARE TERRIFYING
if you get lost, heâd get your coordinates and go find you
and then end up getting lost himself bc he saw smth cool and you moved to a completely different place as well đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
he for sure made his wolf sit somewhere and ended up forgetting about the poor thing 𤥠(i did this omfg-)
jean, connie, armin and sasha would join in as well and they would just be absolute menaces
one time, your wolf accidentally killed erenâs wolf and this petty bitch STILL brings that up in arguments
no matter how much eren and jean argues, they always go on raids together and theyâre actually really good at communicating and fighting together
you started to build an underwater house w arminâs help and eren got jealous so he wanted to live there as well
letâs be real, he got jealous of your house, not you and armin đ
bc his house looks like ass
this boy thinks heâs really good at architecture but he is so basic GAWD- you let him have his moments tho
he definitely teleports you to him whenever he finds cool things tho like one time you guys were looking for a village and he ended up finding a beautiful meadow with so many flowers and he collected a bunch of flowers and threw them all at you đĽš
heâs so cute
a/n: is this taken from real life? yes đŤśđ˝ also i will make more of these gamer!eren imagines bc i love gamer!eren
also, help me out bc idk if i should add the taglist to every single fic/imagine i write. should i?
#eren x reader#gamer!eren#eren jaeger#eren aot#eren fluff#eren yeager#eren jeager x reader#eren jaeger x reader#aot#eren yeager x reader#aot x y/n#gamer eren#gamer eren x reader#aot fluff#eren x yn#eren x you#snk fluff#eren snk#eren jeager fluff#aot imagine#eren imagine
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A Line from Me to You - Chapter 4
Description: Buggy finds a peculiar book on his ship. Enticed by the words contained on each page, the pirate opens up. Anonymity leads to vulnerability. What else will come from this? (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, check out the story tag)
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: This chapter is SFW, but that changes next chapter!! Buggy x afab!reader.
A/N: Defnitely messed up posting this the first time around. đ¤ĄPosting from my phone, so let me know if it looks weird!
Tag list: @lostfirefly @rorywritesjunk @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction
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ËËË âŠ ËËË â
ËËË âŠ ËËË â
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âMaybe you should pick the next book.â
Buggy would have considered writing those words as admitting defeat if it wasnât for how shaky your last note was. He could see each jump and jolt your hand made while asking for something less intense than the books Buggy picked.
After you both filled the end pages of âRocks on the Riverâ with enough saltwater to rival the ocean, Buggy offered another story from his backlog. The third novel you read together was a horrifying tale that pushed the readers into a toxic miasma of fear, paranoia, and unease, which oozed into their real lives.
The whole ship rang with a piercing shriek from the captain when an unfortunate freak tapped his shoulder from behind. A usually common occurrence was tainted by an early scene from the book. Buggy knew the touch wasnât from grotesquely plump spiders descending from the ceiling, even though he screamed something that sounded like, âGet it the fuck off of me.âÂ
After reading a chapter full of creepy-crawlies, every small sensation left his blue hair standing on end, which only created a nerve wracking loop. Every breeze and rustle of fabric teased his prickled skin, mimicking the feel of grubby little arachnid and insectoid legs scurrying across his body. The sensation only went away after a frantic midday wash with near-boiling water and the roughest washcloth Buggy could find. After sloughing off more than one layer of skin, the pirate felt confident that he was clean and not infested.
You, on the other hand, had boasted about not being scared of the terrors held within the book. Unlike the invasive imaginary critters Buggy was battling, you were as snug as a bug in a rug when you curled up in bed to read each night. The chilling entities werenât real, and if they were, you felt safe on the ship.
âIâm just saying, if soul-sucking bats were attacking, I would trust C. Buggy to protect m us.âÂ
As much as you tried to turn the start of âmeâ into âus,â the letters didnât flow right. Rather than drawing attention to the slip-up by completely blacking out the convex letter, you simply crossed it out and hoped the other reader wouldnât notice.
âI dunno, what if he hid from those horrid fucking things? I wouldnât blame him, honestlyâŚâ
âMaybeâŚbut I trust him.â
âHeâs the captain, youâre supposed to trust him.â
âThatâs not the only reason.â
You didnât realize what you wrote until you punctuated the sentence by stabbing the page. Your hand moved quickly and defensively, upset by the assumption that your feelings were obligatory. Your fingers twitched as you restrained the flow of words. Your trust wasnât unearned, it had grown over time. The seed was planted when you were welcomed to the ship with open arms and watered by his laughter and jokes, the care he held for his eclectic freaks, the little questions heâd ask about their lives at sea, and the flashy stories he pushed them weave. The roots reached deep, following the curve of his smile and tracing the crinkles in the corner of his eyes.Â
The trust might have been obligatory at the beginning, but it had since blossomed into more. You werenât ready to acknowledge the blooms and definitely werenât going to share the unnamed feelings with a stranger.
Thankfully, Buggyâs preference for avoiding uncomfortable discussions kept him from prying further. His nightly alcohol whispered in a heated voice. It said he should ask, that he deserves to know why you trusted him so much. The voice grew quieter the longer he let the amber liquid sit untouched. Sure, a part of him was interested, but you didnât elaborate for a reason. Thinking back to âRocks on the River,â you never pressured him to write more about his childhood friend. Curiosity peeked through some of your notes, but it never confronted him. And he couldnât bring himself to do that to you, so he moved onto the next section of the story.
This time, you completed the book first. Usually, you refrained from reading while on duty, but finishing the horror novel under a full moon in the crowâs nest seemed like a fitting end. Settled under an inky expanse that spilled into the still sea, you read words illuminated by moonlight. It didnât take long for the whispers of subtle waves to take on an ominous tone. The rattling of the gently swaying ship became inhuman guttural groans.Â
Creaks from other crew members on duty became less frequent and far less comforting. Their footsteps and shadows were no longer welcoming - they were unsettling and teased your fraying hold on reality. Seated so high above the others, you had no way of knowing if the life on deck were familiar or fiendish freaks. Laughter carried on the wind wasnât jovial, but sinister. You tried to close the book, to stop the words from pulling you deeper into their dark world, but it didnât work. You were already lost in fear and needed to claw your way out.
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Buggy figured you would spend the night reading and woke up early to see if the book would be ready for him. He slipped the third annotated book into an interior coat pocket and headed to breakfast. Only a few pirates filled the hall - a mix of those eating their first meal of the day and those filling their stomachs before sleep. Despite the differences, everyone embraced the quiet morning and only the sounds in the room came from cutlery against plates, mugs on the wooden tables, and open-mouthed chewing. It would be a normal scene, except for you. Unlike the others, who were stuck in the cozy twilight at either end of sleep, you sat wide-eyed and jittery in front of a sparse meal. The captain approached the corner you cowered in like a scared animal.
âYou alright? Something happen last night?â His voice was pulled low with concern.
Your eyes darted around the room, afraid of missing some unknown monster during this conversation. âIâm fine. Just tired. It was a long night.â You shivered slightly, fear and anxiety still running their courses through your body.
âHey,â Buggy whispered softly as he crouched low, his leather boots creaking with the movement. âYou sure thatâs all?â His hand rested on the bench next to you. He wanted to reach out and keep you from shaking, but a different fear kept him from moving.
âIâm fine,â you repeated, looking everywhere but at the man in front of you.Â
A moment of silence let you know the answer wasnât accepted. You glanced at him a few times before getting stuck in the deep pools within his eyes. It always happened to you so easily - his pupils were large and dark enough for you to fall in those ocean-colored eyes without a second thought. Buggy raised his eyebrows, the movement also tugging the tip of his round nose, and tilted his head to the side. He could see through the flimsy facade you were hiding behind, so you let it go and took a deep breath.Â
âIt was a really long night, Captain. I think Iâll feel better after sleeping. Iâm okay, really.â You emphasized the last word by nudging his gloved hand with yours. Just the smallest amount of touch to let him know you were being honest.
Buggy nodded and left without another word. Any details you were reluctant to share were housed in the book sitting in his pocket.Â
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The rest of the story that was written in the novel and documented your night was devoured in his quarters, while the plate of breakfast sitting a hands-reach away on the desk grew cold. It was a different experience to read a horror book during the day, when the bright sunlight eliminated any errant shadows and kept the unknowns that resided in the dark at bay. Still, the author was skilled enough for goosebumps to cover the pirateâs body. He ran his hands along his arms and legs to iron away the physical response.Â
As Buggy soothed his own unsettled nerves, he thought about you. How scared you must have been, alone and in the dark. How the fear followed you through the morning and you couldnât shake the feeling. Literally. For a brief moment, Buggy imagined holding your trembling body, just as he was holding his own. Would you trust your captain enough to let him protect you from a fear response?
Although the pirate couldnât bring himself to comfort you physically, he had an idea that could work. Filling with bubbling excitement, he sprang out of the desk chair, nearly toppling it in the process, and sprinted out of the room. A moment later, a lone hand whizzed back to toss his reading glasses on the bed and close the door.
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You woke up as the sun was turning in for the evening, surprised that you managed to fall asleep. Thinking back, you might have actually passed out from exhaustion and worry. The orange glow now painting the walls in your room was comforting. You stretched your limbs to bring them back to life and put your arms behind your head.Â
Staring at nothing in particular gave your mind permission to pursue its own entertainment, so it drifted back to the paranoia and apprehension you thought had left. Threads of their presence remained and tugging at them brought pieces of the story. Examining those moments was easier in the golden light, but as the warmth receded and night returned, so did the unease. Rather than staying inside and alone, you hoped to find companionship and protection with the late night crewmates.
Waiting just outside your room was the smell of fried food and smoked meat to keep you company. As you wandered the belly of the ship, you passed your mates filling their own bellies with greasy food and alcohol. The ebb and flow of movement seemed to be going to and coming from the deck. Following the alluring scents of popcorn, cotton candy, and sweet dough, you stepped into the open air.Â
String lights adorned the ship, traipsing from mast to mast, illuminating the sails, and snaking around the deck railing. Hundreds of lights bounced on the rippled sea, creating a bubble of light that was periodically outdone by the handmade fireworks launched into the sky. As sparks rained down in a beautiful rendition of a meteor shower, you caught the silhouette of the captain standing at the helm of the ship. If anyone knew what ignited tonight's floating festival, it would be the man in charge.
You weaved your way across the deck, grabbing two bottles of beer on the way. Having learned from earlier events and rumors among the crew, you stomped your feet a little louder than usual to let Buggy know you were approaching, so he wouldnât be caught off guard and attempt to swat you away in surprise. When he turned to see who the visitor was, you offered him a drink.
âAre we celebrating something special?â
âThere doesnât have to be a reason to have a party,â Buggy said, as though you should know better. âBesides, my crew always deserves a night like this!â He spread his arms and gestured all around him.
Despite the bright lights, enough of the night hung around to hide the blush on your cheeks. Eager to hide the heat behind alcohol, you held out your bottle. âThen hereâs to us!âÂ
Buggy tapped his bottle against yours harder than he expected, causing a fountain of bubbles to overflow from both containers. You both leaned in to stop the spills before taking a proper drink.Â
Little did you know, this was his first drink of the evening. Buggy, who was known to spend nights with his sloshing spirit in hand, had planned when and how much alcohol would be available. He considered how to drag out the crowds and stagger the inevitable crash as people blacked out and passed out. The pirate captain wasnât sure how successful heâd be against soul-sucking bats, but every detail that would chase away another dark and lonely night was taken into account.
#eventual smut#buggy x reader#buggy x you#x reader#buggy the clown#buggy the clown x reader#buggy op#opla buggy#one piece buggy#hey-august a line from me to you
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OnK Chapter 152
Soooo as someone who reads this for Akane and for Akane only, I have to say that I'm feeling cautiously optimistic about her role in the upcoming arc.
We're entering the final arc and she has yet to get her second volume cover. If she doesn't get Volume 15 (and I'm praying she doesn't), then that should mean that whatever happens in the upcoming volumes (the final volumes!) will involve her enough to warrant saving her second cover to this late in the game.
We're entering the final arc and she just narrated the lead-up to it.
We're entering the final arc and it's happening right alongside the Second Season, which is the season that will cover most of Akane's important chapters. So if Aka wants to deliver parallels, then there's a lot of potential for Akane to be involved.
...Watch Mengo and Aka stick her on the cover of Volume 15 and call it a day 𤥠But for now, I'll keep praying that we get a Goro/Aqua cover so that Akane is free to be used in better volumes.
I don't have much to say about the chapter this time around. I think we all knew that Aka was getting ready to end the manga, so I for one was happy to see that we're entering the final arc. The sooner we're freed, the better!
It's hard to gauge how long this arc will be, but I'd bet on ~30 chapters plus an Epilogue Arc. Coincidentally, there are exactly 28 weeks left until Christmas. In the manga, they are in November right now and Kana's Graduation (the most important moment in the manga, apparently) will take place on Christmas. So I can totally see Aka wanting his fictional Christmas to happen during, well, Christmas.
If he does it, then we could be getting 3 more volumes worth of content plus 1 volume for the Epilogue. Maybe.
Or maybe he will try to rush it and end it even sooner so that whoever gets hurt gets hurt when the anime adapts Chapters 64 - 65. That would be so rushed even for his standards that it would be wild, but anything is possible when it comes to bad writing lmao
Leaving that aside, look at my girl.
I love her. I love her so much. She has got quite a few reasons to be making this face, IMO.
Ruby was able to find a peaceful way to have her revenge and is thus ready to start healing, and the answer she found is healing those around her, too. Like Gotanda and Kaburagi.
Ai's heart was presumably portrayed in an accurate fashion, which is sure to pull at her hearstrings.
And considering that Aqua was the one who edited the movie, I think it says something about his current disposition that he respected Ruby's take and left the movie as it is, so that may be giving Akane another reason to smile.
Speaking about Gotanda and Kaburagi, I feel like their conversation foreshadows a lot of what this final arc will be dealing with.
Making amends, overcoming regrets and moving towards the future...
... people lying to themselves and "bottling themselves up"...
yet still holding out onto hope, deep down, of being able to fulfill the dreams that they have been denying themselves of all along.
This comment in particularly reminded me so much of Aqua lol
Which takes me to: Aka's writing is so clumsy that his star changing colors every other chapter comes across as flip-flopping đ
Back when his stars briefly became white only to turn black again, it served a purpose. It showed that while Ruby's words pacified the "Goro" side of him, he hadn't fully healed yet. If Aqua having his white star again is meant to signify that Kana's words managed to pacify the "Aqua" side of him, then... why in the world didn't we see his eyes go white last chapter? 𤥠If Kana is the reason why Aqua seems to have hopes for the future now, why not show it?
For my own sanity, I have to believe something happened in the time-skip. Maybe editing the movie was actually cathartic or something, who knows. I'm not even going to theorize anything about this, because the writing is giving me whiplash lmao so I'm just going to take a moment to point out that while Mengo took the time to give Aqua the haircut he is supposed to have here as per the prologue, she left out the piercing.
And I find that kind of funny, honestly, that this is where Aka seemingly draws the line. With all the stuff that Aka off-panels, Aqua getting a random piercing off-panel wouldn't have been shocking at all đ
Another thing I found funny:
How many times does Aka need to repeat the same thing? Does he think our attention span is that short? đ Not to mention these words feel empty right now because he just went on a data with Kana with zero issue. Apparently, for Aka keeping his distance is only a thing if it involves making sure Aqua interacts with Akane as little as possible lmao
Oh, right!
How could I forget the big twist!
Wake me up when Kamiki interviews Akane đ
#fandom: onk#if Akane doesn't get the Vol 15 cover I'll be so happy I swear#also notice how the final arc is starting exactly one week before the second season airs#aka and his obsession with timing#aka and his silly twists that he thinks are super smart#aka and his inconsistencies#oh aka
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Major Gale romance SPOILERS below, so please DO NOT read and watch if you don't want to get spoiled.
I was REALLY worried about how romance with Gale would go, especially after talking to him right after he gets Karsas' book. My Tav wanted to believe and trust him, but something didn't feel right. At the end of Act II, when Tav tries to convince him not blow himself up for his ex's forgivness/to save FaerĂťn, it can be summed up with that one gif from Grey's Anatomy: "So pick me. Choose me. Love me" đ¤Ą. Honestly, she asks not only to choose her, but also not to kill her and the rest of the team. Gale is so easily swayed and tells Tav that he loves her, even more than Mystra. Tav should be happy, right? But I'm like WAIT A DAMN MINUTE, it was faaar too easy, I mean, no protests from him, I didn't even have to use persuasion to convince him. At that point, after the trauma that Bioware had caused us with Anders and Solas, I'm getting paranoid. Gale doesn't love Tav, he's definitely hiding something. But I'm thinking to myself, "Okay, calm down, he just doesn't want to die, super understable. Maybe he really loves her and he needed to hear it? He needed reassurance that he has something to live for? Yes, it must be it". But then I go to the quest journal and see this:
DAMMIT GALE, you snake đ My poor baby Tav (especially since the romance scene in Waterdeep was so warm and tender). She's so in love in him. Now I'm convinced that he will definetly betrey us, stubs us right in the heart.
At the beginning of Act III, he becomes obsessed with a book called The Annals of Karsus that may help him learn more about the crown. He becomes obsessed with how powerful he can become. When Tav gives him the book and says, "We already know the crown's dangerougs. Wouldn't that make things worse?" he replies:
"Worse? It could be the best thing that ever happened to me. To us."
After all this, Gale tries to convince Tav to help him reconstruct the crown. We have this beautiful scene on the boat and when I tell you my jaw dropped. HE CHOOSES TAV, listens to her concerns and simply chooses her.
The way he says it, the way he corrects himself⌠damn. For Tav, it's like a bucket of cold water. And I'm like, "Here we go again" đ¤Ą
Furthermore, when we visit the Stormshore Tabernacle in Baldur's Gate and interact with Mystra's statue, he seems to feel so uncomfortable, he doesn't want to be there. Tav starts to think he's definitely hiding something. She would like to hear Mystra's version of what happened between her and Gale (I hope we can talk to her at some point in the game, it would be very interesting).
My Tav, however, disagreed, and Gale replies, "I hope you're right. I truly do. Godly power, perhaps I can live without, but you? You're everything". Has the curse of dating mages that leave players heartbroken been broken?
But I have to admit, when he said: "With you, I forget my goddess. I love you. Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me you want what I want. Please" - OH GODS đł. I was so close to agreeing to this madness. The VA did an amazing job (side note: so many talented VAs in this game, it's mind blowing), the writing is amazing, the music is incredible, I was blown away, really.
Next day, after the boat scene, he's so adorable and full of love for Tav. Then I remembered his gratest flaw (for me it's more like his biggest fear) from the scene with Zethino in the circus: "He thinks he, and the world, might be better off if he were dead". At the time I thought he was lying, manipulating Zethino and his answers. My distrust of mages in games⌠Yes, I have a problem đ
I haven't finished the game, but I have high hopes for a happy ending. No spoilers please, thanks :)
What a rollecoster of emotions, I love it, I love Gale. It felt like I was playing Dragon Age: Origins for the first time, way back when I was a teenager. It's really insane how this game makes me feel, how much I care about its characters and story.
EDIT: Okay, so we have an audience with Mystra, I mean only Gale, but we see the whole conversation between them. My only complain is that Gale doesn't mention Tav when Mystra asks him why he defied her đ The outcomes are different depending on whether you do it before or after the boat scene. Personally, I think doing the boat scene before meeting Mystra is much better. I get the impression that Gale is abandoning the plan to reconstruct the crown solely for Tav and his love for her. And the drama đđť it gives me life.
#sorry for the wall of text#ignore my rambling#the thing is i'm very excited and none of my friends play bg3 and my husband can't listen to me anymore đ¤#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#bg3 spoilers#Gale#gale of waterdeep#gale romance#might delete later#Tav#gale bg3
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Heavens to Betsy Iâve been meaning to go on this rant forever but I keep forgetting for some reason
Quick disclaimer- Iâm not analyzing your comic at all, I just notice little accuracies that make me happy.
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Ok coming from a psychology major student, your description of PTSD and mental health issues is actually pretty dang good. Idk if it was intentionally researched or not but thereâs like a ton of stuff thatâs consistent with real life trauma and itâs quite frankly impressive
Again not sure if this was intentional or not but the thing on his back reminds me so much of old school electroshock therapy which I adore bc
A: it causes confusion and memory loss which youâve shown and
B: kinda implies that maybe he did his own research when deciding how to deal with everything or
C: again is incredibly accurate in the fact that most trauma patients continuously seek pain out, and in turn report feelings of extreme boredom and numbness when not actively experiencing pain or reliving trauma. In his case going borderline catatonic when heâs not freaking out.
On the topic of âfreaking outâ a lack or decrease in serotonin leads to a more reactive and intense episodes in PTSD. Or, because the little guy is like mega depressed coz of the whole situation, he gets way more intense and violent episodes that someone who was on like Prozac. And would tend to be more on edge and sensitive to triggers.
Then thereâs his family. For some background, thereâs a part of your brain called the amygdala. It typically works to control basic emotions, but responds very well to fear. In traumatic experiences, it pairs with the hippocampus (the memory center of the brain) to store vivid and occasionally sensory memories.
When a memory trigger is provoked and brought back into consciousness, it actually changes slightly depending on the context of which it recalled. Those memories are changed to fit how we make sense of them. So if he feels guilty for his brothers death, then his memories will reflect it whether or not itâs actually true.
Essentially, him having his brothers showing up all the time (looking the way they do) is really bad for him on multiple levels, and not just because theyâre triggering visually. Theyâre like actually impeding his ability to recover by keeping him in an aggressive form of already intense fight or flight that comes from trauma.
On a happier note, one of the best ways to improve is to establish and nurture caring relationships. Awww
Aight ima stop here so I donât bore you to death with random psych facts, but like kudos to you my dude because I could go on forever about some of the stuff in there
Uh yeah
-writing anon đ¤Ą
WRITING ANON? SLAPPING OUT ANALYSISSISIS AND SHIT?
Bein real I dont do much research on shit even tho I should. I just go off what Iâve seen/ learned throughout the years. Itâs always good to hear Iâm doin ahit right tho!
Lowkey right with the shock tho. Or high key lol. Seeking pain thereâs other ways people do it but mmm somehow this seemed the tamest way. Oh writing anon u silly lil saltine cracker
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Nothing | MYG
Pairing:Â Yoongi x Fem!Reader
Rating:Â PG-15; SFW
Genre:Â Established relationship; slice of life; just tooth-rotting fluff
Warnings: Some cussing
Word count:Â 639 words
Summary:Â Based on @novelbear 's writing prompt: "brushing their hair for them and smiling fondly as they just ramble about their day"
A/N: Yes, I'm still suffering from Yoongi brain rot. Also, thanks to Sim @/itdoesntmatterwhy and her "I want to cuddle with Yoongi" scenario, spurred by this photo. Happy to 𤥠around with you for this! The title is from Bruno Major's song of the same name, also tagging you, Miks @/miksancheese because we both love Bruno Major LOL
Just as you settle in for a quiet reading session, the tell-tale grinding of the garage door opening interrupts you. You remain on the couch, having received a text from Yoongi minutes ago letting you know he's on his way home after working overtime. You've already warmed up his dinner and left it on the counter for him to dig in.
A minute later, you hear the garage door close, followed by some muffled thumps by the doorway, where he takes his shoes off before entering.
"Hey, babe," you call over your shoulder once you hear the door latch click.
"Hi," he half-mumbles and grunts back. It's his sixth day working this week, and he's exhausted.
"I made you a plate, and there's some beerâ" you say, but he barely lets you finish your sentence before flopping onto the couch. He gently nudges your free hand out of the way before proceeding to make himself comfortable on your lap. He lets out a long, deep sigh.
You stare at him comically. "Uhm... hi," you say to him with a soft chuckle.
He lets out another grunt, his long hair in a messy heap.
You put your book down and carefully brush the strands off him to reveal his beautiful face. His eyes are shut, but you can see a hint of a frown. He must have had a rough day, you think to yourself.
You playfully run your fingertip over the crease between his brows in an attempt to flatten it.
"So, how was your day?" You keep your tone light because you know your question will trigger Yoongi to vent about how one colleague screwed up and another had no idea what they were doing, leaving Yoongi to clean up the whole mess.
âFuck, man,â he groans. "I knew today was going to be a cluster, but I had no idea it would be this bad." He goes on a rant about his two incompetent colleagues who should retire to make room for new people with fresh ideas.
As he angrily rambles about work, you run your hands through his hair, gently applying pressure to his scalp with every pass. Whenever he pauses, you ask follow-up questions, and his tone noticeably softens as he answers.
You nod and hum, validating his frustration with his coworkers. Slowly but surely, you feel the agitation in his voice dissipate with each stroke of your fingertips.
By the end of his venting, he tilts his chin up toward you and gently brushes your jawline with his thumb. "I'm sorry. I just went on and on about my day and forgot to ask you about yours."
"Sâokay," you say, leaning into his touch. "My sister hung out for a bit before going out to dinner with Jae. I just kind of lazed around after that."
âMm,â he hums noncommittally.
He shifts enough to reach over the coffee table and pick up the remote that controls your living room sound system. Mumbling something into the built-in microphone, he prompts it to play some lo-fi tracks.
âArenât you hungry? Why donât you go eat?â you offer.
âMaybe later. Iâm comfy here,â he replies. He readjusts himself on the couch and takes one of your hands, bringing it in front of him to brush the tip of his nose against your skin before he kisses it.
âAlright,â you giggle before taking your book and picking up where you left off before Yoongi pleasantly invaded your personal space.
A few seconds later, you lean over and call his name a few times, but he responds with a couple of deep, throaty snores. You smile, content with the fact that you'll be spending another night curled up on the couch with him. At this rate, you might as well sell your bed.
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YANDERE POLY BROMIGOS HEADCANONS (ftwd)
because i took a break from ftwd at season 3 and i'm not confident enough to write for twd yet but i want angst and misery and want i it now
to refresh your memory the "bromigos" are brandon's group (brandon luke, derek, james mcallister, chris manawa) from season 2 that got chris killed. What can I say I like POS minor characters đ¤Ą
BUT let's just say, hypothetically, instead of putting James down, they chuck him in the back of the truck and jus say "if he bleeds out he bleeds out if he doesn't he doesn't", but chris still crashes the truck and darling is there to prevent everyone's deaths đŽ
⢠maybe the darling had followed travis and chris from madison's group or maybe they were apart of brandon's group. heck, they could even have been staying with the mexican guy at the farm. either way, they convince the others to spare the bullet and let nature take it's course with james.
⢠so the group packs up the truck and sets off. eventually chris gets his turn driving and that's when it all goes to shit. the vehicle smashes in a tree, flipping on it's side in the process, brandon and derek get out with pretty minor injuries, cuts to the head and a sprained wrist.
⢠james and chris on the other hand are doing pretty bad. on with shards of glass in his leg and the bone sticking out, the other with his gunshot wound worsened by the impact. the darling came out with a small concussion, having been in the back with james.
"look at them!, they're as good as dead. they'll be nothing but extra weight on us" brandon pointed his shotgun at james's head, ignoring the others plea's for mercy. m/n shot the other a sharp glare, raising his brows "oh. i get it" he sighed, lowering his pistol, "so if you were also injured you would hold up the same principle?"
"i'm not injured and since when have you been in char-" BANG. before brandon could finish his sentance, a loud crack sounded. and he was on the ground, his calf now covered in blood. "what the fuck man" "oh look there, derek, he's deadweight now, should we put him down?" m/n quipped, turning towards the only other uninjured member of the group, who was staring at him wide-eyed.
⢠shooting brandon might not have been the best decision in the long run, as walkers were slowly making their way towards the scene. derek was forced to help james and brandon hobble their way back to the farm - or the closest functioning vehicle. whilst m/n found a piece of tarp and dragged chris along on it.
⢠out of all of them, brandon hated m/n the most. who does he think he is? but he was also kind of weirdly attracted to the guy. if they weren't in the middle of an apocalypse he'd never even consider what he was nor would he find another male attractive. he'd used to make fun of the gay kids in highschool!
⢠but it's not like there are many options these days. at some point he tells the reader this, but all that came out of it was a concussion from the slap he received.
⢠his growing fondness evolved into obsession as the weeks go by and he begins to realise how much of an asset to the group the reader really is. he's the kind of person that would survive and thrive in this world, so much so that other survivors are going to want to steal him away from the group. like hell brandons going to let that happen.
⢠he used to think the other three were a bunch of gay sissy's, but now he too constantly grills the reader when he tries to go on runs, spends too much time alone or interacts with another survivor.
⢠after the whole crash fiasco, derek is straight up terrified of m/n. and is of the belief that he would belong in a mental hospital if society hadn't collapsed. as the only other uninjured member of the group, he's forced to take up alot of the slack. he goes on runs with and helps m/n secure the farm, he believes he's much closer to the reader because of this. which is what kickstarts his obsession.
⢠derek is under the belief that he's m/n's favourite of the group, otherwise he would have shot him as well, right? he does some mental gymnastics which arrive him at the assumption that m/n is definitely into him.
⢠wouldn't usually be his thing but nor would shooting people. the apocalypse changes you. so he kinda just starts.. acting like he's much closer to the reader than he actually is. mf takes his shirt off whilst on a run, thinking he's doing m/n a service.
⢠"put a shirt on" "it's boiling out here bro" "you might as well write walker bait on there"
⢠honestly james was into m/n after one look. it only got worse when he was saved from being put down twice. like derek he is fully under the impression that the reader is into him. but is much less subtle (if you could call derek's approach subtle).
⢠whenever m/n is attending to his wound, james is shamelessly flirting. and then he wonders why the reader is being less gentle when reapplying the gauze. he exaggerates his condition to the reader and is constantly demanding something "you couldn't look for something to drink when your out there? i'd share some with you ;)"
⢠when his injury starts to heal he only comes on more strong; unprompted 'bro hugs' (m/n could probably press charges), jumping on m/n during the middle of the night (and getting mistaken for a walker đľ), 'sharing' a piece of chocolate m/n brought him (the busted lip took two weeks to heal)
⢠but he takes it all in relative stride, and thinks m/n has some underlying psychological issues that need to be addressed.
⢠chris thinks m/n should have just killed the other three so it could just be the two of them. he hates sharing the readers attention with literally anything and anyone. but he's not exactly in a position to get rid of them, as the most injured out of the bunch.
⢠whilst he starts off as just possessive, as he gets more mobile and more obsessed with the darling, he becomes overwhelmingly violent. towards the others, towards the darling. he can't stand being rejected, and whilst the other three kind of just laugh the readers blatant disgust with their advances off, chris won't stand for it.
⢠"do you think your better than me?" chris jumps to the worst conclusions when m/n won't lay next to him, ect. you're planning on abandoning me just like my dad did, you're just using me to find your family, you're a sadistic piece of shit. he swings between shyly and violently affectionate, leaving m/n on the edge.
⢠out of all of them, chris is the quickest to go full-blown yandere. like brandon he becomes abhorrently possessive of m/n, knowing that there are probably better options out there for him.
⢠the only thing that keeps them, or chris and brandon, from killing everyone else in the group, is the knowledge that they have an advantage in numbers. brandon is well aware m/n could probably kill him 1 v 1 but 4 v 1 and m/n's chances of escaping are pretty slim.
⢠but just because they have silently agreed not to kill each other does not mean they have an active agreement. sure if they catch m/n trying to escape they'll break his arm but does anyone have a specific day they get to spend with him and is there any official relationship between m/n and any of them? not that m/n knows of.
⢠but it's not like any of them take no for an answer, no matter how many times they come onto him and get wrecked rejected they just go back stronger the next time. as a bunch of hormonal young men in the middle of mexico with no one else in sight the reader is kind of fucked here.
⢠now is the reader in any particular danger with this group? just a lil bit. nowhere near as much as other survivors they come across are. doesn't matter if m/n is compassionate and offers to take them in, he'll find them as walkers in the barn the next day.
⢠BUT on the brightside when it comes to decision making for the groups well being, you, dear reader, have the final say. they reluctantly recognise that they owe their livelihood to the reader for knowing a questionable amount of survival knowledge.
#yandere the walking dead#yandere fear the walking dead#yandere twd#yandere ftwd#chris manawa#yandere chris manawa#twd#ftwd#ftwd headcanons#ftwd yandere#ftwd x reader#ftwd fanfic#chris manawa x reader#chris manawa headcanons#brandon luke#derek ftwd#james mcallister#kenny wormald#kelly blatz had no gifs so here's the next best fc#tom cruise#lorenzo james henrie#israel broussard#wtf did i just write#twd x male reader#twd x reader#twd fanfiction#the walking dead fanfiction
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Tomura when his s/o is on period:
Writing this while dying from cramps đ¤Ą
You were laying on bed under layers of blankets, you just got your period and these cramps are more painful than usual.
It is pain in ass literally, you couldn't get up so you curled yourself up into a ball.
Not only your stomach hurts, but you feel sick as well, atp you feel like airplane fell on you đŻđŻđŻ.
The pain would stop a little for some time than randomly out of nowhere, sharpass pain would appear suddenly.
You for real couldn't get up and you don't have enough of pads for this whole week, but can't do shit about it because you feel like you are dying đĽ.
At the end of the day you ended up asking your boyfriend through text can he buy you pads since you can't even get up to go to toilet because it hurts like hell.
Tomura doesn't know much about this stuff so he asks you if you can explain to him a little, like you also had to send him picture of pads you always buy, so that he doesn't fuck up and buy something wrong.
He would be a little embarassed but would get it for you anyway. Also he did some research on internet what helps with cramps and brought some snacks as well with drinks and chocolate <3.
When he got back from store he immediately rushed in your room to check how are you doing đ.
"drink this" he handed you over pill and glass of water "this will somewhat relieve the pain."
You took the pill and drink it. "It should work after about 10-15 minutes, sit still." he said.
There was slight worried look on his face because you were pale like a wall and had dark circles under your eyes you were just looking at floor without saying anything.
"hey? Are you okay?" he started to ask questions in concerned tone "Do you need anything else? Maybe more blankets or pillows?You look extremely tired maybe you should rest a little... Have you eaten and drank at all...? I brought some snacks and drinks if you wan-" you kissed him on lips to calm him down with all these questions.
"It's fine, I don't need anything but some water right now, I haven't drink at all today and my throat feels dry" you replied than paused for second to say something again "Wait you brought some snacks and drinks?!" he nodded with soft smile.
"Why did you do that? You didn't had to buy anything else but pads..." you said.
"Because I know you crave sweet and salty stuff during this time of month" he kissed your forehead while handing you snacks and drinks.
"...Thank you, also I feel bad eating all this by myself so let's just share it, I mean.. you brought it anyways and there's enough for two so."
"I brought this for you only, but if you insist than sure.." you said - "Okay wait here I'll go get bowls than" right when you were about to get up he grabbed your arm and pulled you back on bed than threw blankets at you "You have to stay here and rest dumbass, I can get those you just stay here okay?"
he rushed in kitchen to grab two bowls for both you and came back -"dang alright" (AGRESSIVE LOVE AGRESSIVE LOVE AGRESSIVE LOVE AGRESSIVE LOVE đđđ). "So..how about horror movies? Or we can maybe play games if you aren't in mood for movies."
You said "Movies, I'm currently too lazy to move at all" He let's out small laugh and nodded while getting under blankets with you and snuggling up to you "Is this fine?" he just wanted you to be comfortable with him đ
"Why are you even asking? This is perfect." Laying your head on his shoulder and taking his gloved hand in yours "You know, I'm actually really happy and grateful I have you" you kissed him on cheek "I love you Tomura"
He looked at you all surprised and flustered was literally melting from inside poor bby wanted to say it back but he was too shy.
You two ended up watching movies until you both fell asleep together all snuggled up <3 (I know I always mention this in all my writings but I love sleeping okay? it's just great going mimimimi for real đ¤) anyways
Tomura would be only sweet and soft to his s/o and you can't change my mind.
Y'all my head was falling all time I was trying so hard to not fall asleep while writing and checking for mistakes help đđđ
Hope you like it my stinksđĽđĽđĽ
#shigaraki#tomura#league of villains#shigaraki x reader#tomura headcanons#tomura fluff#comfort#my babygirl#i feel high#my hero academia#mha#tomura comfort
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FAV APOLLO / PJO SHIPS GO đ
OOOO difficult ask! I'm not usually someone who focuses on ships that much so I don't have many favourites (despite giving the opposite, much more intense impression) but there are some that make me particularly. How should I put this. Unwell
1. Apollo/Hyacinthus! I know that it's usually considered a boring ship because we were effectively shown 1% of what Hyacinthus' real personality might've been (Apollo spends more time thinking about his death than about his life doesn't he), but I'm hopeless over these two. I don't know what it is that's doing this to me
Maybe it's Hyacinthus potentially being much less perfect than what the myths present him as (as in stubborn and flawed, not homicidal and deranged and whatnot. Let's leave that to Commodus). Maybe it's Apollo's constant waiting and mourning over someone who will never really return. Maybe it's the love persevering despite it all. Maybe it's the mystery behind this man being so extraordinary that not only Apollo never forgot about him (to the point of still being reactive over any mention of him, as if the grief were still fresh) but also wished to be turned mortal just so he could die and be with him
Like dude who ARE YOU what's the deal with you how did you and this god tie your souls together so tightly that he's not known true happiness ever since you died
2. Apollo/Commodus. I have no good excuse or elaborate analysis for this one I just love drama and watching things burn to the ground. A flawed man who sees the good in everyone he lays his eyes upon VS a flawed man who hasn't got anything good inside him anymore. The desperate attempt to save someone who cannot be saved. Poetic cinema
(I do like to explore scenarios where these two reconcile though, because I do still believe that there's just the tiniest chance that Commodus might've been redeemed) (đ¤Ą)
3. Apollo/Naomi, the only (modern) rrverse relationship of his that we know anything about LMAO
I've been drawn to this ship mostly through fanfics but I do enjoy even what little content we have about them in canon. Between the song Naomi composed and Apollo's digressions about her in TOA they seem to still really care about each other, plus I'm quite convinced that he still watches over her because idk about you but the crowds cheering EXACTLY when the song about him comes on is a pretty obvious sign of a blessing to me
I'm actually still writing a fic about them!! Hopefully it'll see the light of day someday but anyway if I'm willingly writing something about a ship you just know that I'm not normal about it in any way shape or form
#there are many other ships i like but these are the ones that are rotating in my mind at all times#*points* i just think they're neat#anyway someday i'll have to write an essay about hyacinthus' personality#because it CAN be reconstructed i know it's there#among the thousand scattered mentions and appearances#lonely thoughts#trials of apollo#toa#ask
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Sp Study Headcanons that literally nobody somebody asked for:
Kenny:-
actually listens and pays attention in class
but literally cannot study at all if cartman is there
would rather race cars and start fires than study
easily distracted
is kind of đ¤ˇđźââď¸ whatever when its exam day
legs spread as far out from the desk as possible
likes to watch other people stress out from the back row
grade? B. people under estimate him
Kyle:-
disgustingly prepared
gets stressed out a lot tho
like when people won't shut up
therefore prefers to study alone
the closer he is to the final exam > the more moody he gets
permanent đ face
blames cartman for distracting him
i mean yeah. he does that a lot tbf
is up all night studying despite knowing sleep is just as important
fear of failure maybe?
OK I could go on here
grade? A. predictable. the hard work paid off
Stan:-
doubts himself the whole time
king of procrastination
not completely his fault, always busy doing shit for ppl
thinks he's totally prepared
opens up the first page of the exam paper
immediately forgets everything he ever knew
𤯠lost af
oh wait he does know something
comes out feeling like he let himself down
grade? C. all gd my guy
Cartman:-
this kid will not acknowledge an exam until the day before
then panics like hell
and kyle told him so too
looks over to each friend as if to say HELP ME when everybody opens their paper
obviously no one helps him lol
like? man should have listened
cannot concentrate, thoughts racing, over thinking
leads to inner meltdown
struggles to submit anything worth a pass due to the stress
acts like it was the easiest exam of his life
OK enough lore
grade D. just about.
Butters:-
surprisingly good with numbers
brings a pencil sharpener into the exam hall
and like 4 extra pencils too
is pretty confident
real cocky too. smug is the word
bc he the only mf to actually enjoy exams
looks over at cartman with a đđť
gets a đđź in return
grade B+. kid is no dumbass
Craig:-
should probably try harder
doesn't even care about grades
kinda does actually
"let's just get this over with" as he rolls up to the exam hall with his hands in his pockets
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pretty average student
writes 'fuck knows' for questions he doesn't know
having good common sense helped him massively
grade? B. nobody knows how he managed it either. mystery
Tweek:-
a lot of pencil tapping
relies on a lot of caffeine
...obviously
sweaty palms
forever looking around at other people
reads the question 10 times
then 10 more times
still doesn't understand so writes nothing.
goes back to the 1st question halfway through
adds ???? next to his answers
doctors handwriting. barely readable.
grade? it's a D. rip
Clyde:-
"test? what test?"
moderately studies...
for the wrong exam
writes notes on his hand before the final
chews gum throughout
It annoys tweek, who can hear it from 14 seats back
always the first to finish
because finishing first means he's better than everyone else
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spends the next half hour doodling circles all over the desk
only cares about the party afterwards anyways
grade?? big fat FAIL
Tolkien:-
actually knows his stuff, bc he covered literally everything
apart from that 1 subject, but he didn't care about it anyway
reads a lot of books, loves literature
sleeps well, eats well
helps his mind combat pre-exam stress
feels pretty confident on exam day, but hides it well
doesn't want his friends to think he's a nerd or anything...
Grade? A+++++. total NERD
#im literally all of these in 1#south park#kenny mccormick#eric cartman#craig tucker#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#tolkien black#clyde donovan#tweek tweak#south park headcanons#sp headcanons#southpark#butters stotch
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