#nothing better than being mooshed

[night-triumphantt]

Do I,,, post this at nearly 11 pm,,, I think yes I’m too excited anyway have kiyazan cuddle hours (which are always) @cashweasel I was good and kept it after the last time I showed u lolll it was really harD bc LOOK AT THEM

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Hi Moosh! Congrats on 666!! Can I maybe ask for Yamato, GN reader and training together? Reader isn't that strong but does their best for Yamato, who in all his enthusiasm accidentally hurts them? Nothing too serious though and they laugh it off. just some casual fluff and banter~ Thank you so much!

Did this become a comforting Yamato fic? Yes, yes it did.

(Wano spoilers beneath cut!)

So first of all I like to think with Kaido's genetics in him, Yamato has tons ridiculous amounts build up strength, strength that he sometimes has trouble with controlling sometimes when he gets into his usual moodlets of being too excited he accidentally hurts things and people he necessary doesn't want to which in the end leaves him feeling a little bit guilty about it especially when it comes to accidents with his s/o. 

If there's one thing Yamato loves most, it's training. Since he has spent most of his life held up ok Onigashima, with no kids his age to play with or really anything else to do beside go off and reread through Kozuki Oden's old journal it was kind of his only real activity to do. Though of course not that he doesn't mind, he does want to get as strong as Oden after all so when you come to him to ask him to train you, he's completely overjoyed! 

Most times Yamato doesn't know his own strength, to him the lightest of touches to someone of average height (and a little bigger) can come down full force and knock them into the nearest wall, or hell there was that one time he sent Sasaki all the way across the island and they had to get a rescue boat to go get him near the mainland of Wano and his father didn't stop yelling at him for weeks because of it (not because of Sasaki's injuries but because as when he was flying where he landed just so happened to be the Yonko's next shipment of Sake...which made him go into dragon god pissy mode on the coast of the mainland)

So Yamato has to keep his strength in check in at all times but with you around he has to make extra triple hard not to use more force that the absolutely bare necessity when it comes to handling you, which over time the son of the Yonko has become quite positive that he does a good job in doing, and that's why he thinks himself capable to train with you. 

Since it's just training and you're just not all that experience with close corters, he doesn't use his trusty kanabo just setting it aside to the nearest pillar, still in grabbing distance just in case the two of you get interrupted by his father's 'company' and instead the two of you just use wooden practice swords. The swords are very clunky in Yamato's hands, too small for him if he really wanted he could easily break the thing into splinters with nothing but a simple flex of his fist if he really wanted to, but he doesn't want that he's training you after all. So he has to hold the wooden blade with the lightest but steadiest of grips so it doesn't fling out of his hand with the first clash. 

Once he goes into battle stance he watches as you look him up and down and try to mimic his stance but you're doing it more lopsided and too crouched down, he can't help but to squeal with laughter at how ridiculous you look, making you frown and demanding to know what's so funny (which only makes him laugh more) After a quick apology and quick kiss to the cheek saying;

"I can't help it when you look that adorable!"

This earning a harsh heat to build up on your face.

Yamato helps fix your stance to be just like how he was standing previously, giving up spine chilling instructions as he bends down to meet the height of your ear. 

When your boyfriend steps back in front of you with a wide smile on his face with a - 

"You catch all that, (Name)?" You can't help the uncontrollable thumping of your heart as you instantly nod your head along. 

"Uh huh." 

"Great! Let's do this!" 

You were not ready to do this - all the information he said had just zonked right into one ear and out of the other, with him being so close like that it was almost hard to breathe with his large hands moving your limbs around like a mannequin doll and his sweet voice tingling in your ear you couldn't help but feel all given information immediately just melt away. 

Wing it! Just wing it (Name)!

As the large man quickly got back into his battle stance, you felt your joints begin to freeze up absolutely determined to keep yourself in the pose he put you in. 

"Three," He counts. 

It can't be that hard right? Just copy how you've seen the other's fight- it's fine. 

"Two," 

It's basically just a giant glorified stick anyway, if you get hit it's not like you're going to die or anything relax. 

"One," 

And besides it's Yamato, he-

"Go!" 

Before the word is even registered to you the Yonko's son dashes at your sword in hand and already down low in preparation to just swing. Your mind rushes for some sort of reaction you rotate your wooden blade to block but when your lover clashes into you with a quick rough and hard strike that cuts the wood in your hands in half, the mer force itself sending a mighty shock and sending you rocketing onto the ground, your body sliding across the wooden flooring. 

Yamato's whole world slows in that moment, seeing your body just ragdoll on the floor like that makes him immediately drop his weapon and he springs over to you, gently cradling your head and his copper eyes darting around for any faintest hint of blood.

"(Name)?! (Name)!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I shouldn't - shouldn't -" 

He knew better. He thought he was being gentle enough but he knew better! This was a terrible idea he shouldn't have went through with it he should have agreed he knew the risks and look the immediate first thing that happens he hurts- 

Your sudden laughter cuts his thoughts short, he looks down at you to see you shifting around to feel at your head. 

"I know I said that I can take you hits but do you have to treat me like a damn baseball, Yama?" 

He immediately pulls you into a hug before flinching and pulling back lightly to see if you're absolutely okay before going in to hug you more gently. 

"I'm sorry," his voice is muffled by your hair. "-I got too excited to finally train with you because I've never really gotten to train with anyone other than my father and-and I thought about Oden and what I strong warrior he was and how pretty, fun, and exciting you are and how- and I just-" 

"Hey, hey, hey, Yamato it's fine. I'm fine." Your hands come up to cup his cheeks, making his verge of tear blurred eyes look at you. 

"I'm fine. I promise it's just a bump. Besides I've been through worse than falling on the floor, this is nothing but barely a bruise." You begin to get yourself up with your lover's help to your feet, his hands never leaving your back. You smirk to yourself as you point to the remains of your training sword. 

"Although I wouldn't say the same about that though." 

When you turn around you see Yamato's frown deepens and his gaze meeting sadly at the floor, once again you have to tell him that's it's okay and this took most of the hit away, which get him to cheer up a little bit but not long enough to plop himself cross legged on the floor and entangle his fingers through his long white hair, you slowly come back down to sit next to him. 

"I really thought I'd had control of my strength around you - I thought that everything was under control and I wouldn't be able to hurt you that I could hold your hand without fear of crushing it or cuddling and hugging you without fear of squashing you to death but I don't - this proves that I-" Your hand clasps with his. 

"You're fine, I'm fine. We're both fine. Look, you're not hurting me now are you?" You hold up your entwined hands, which after a long pause Yamato gives the gentlest of squeezes. 

"Yeah, but-" 

"No buts, you do have this under control. And if we can't directly train sword to sword together that's fine! Yes sword skills are useful especially in the New World but, Yamato, that's not the main reason I wanted to train with you - I love you and I just want to spend time with you, doing the things you enjoy doing!" 

Copper eyes widened in shock as he meets your gentle gaze, he looks down for a second as if pondering something before looking back up at you with the smallest gape of his mouth, speechless, as the one not twine with yours hesitantly reach up to cup the side of your cheek but with a flinch he immediately attempts to pull his hand back, only for you to catch it and place his warmth to the side of your face, his thumb slowly grazing your bottom lip. Ever so slowly his lips flush against yours, quite awkward with the movement but one your hands leave to wrap around his neck you pull him closer he starts quickly catching up with what to do with his tongue. 

When you pull back is all the sadness is lost, with instead those wide pupil blown eyes and white that slowly cascades to a deep neon that frames his face and falls over his shoulder, his lips now plump and kissed does his expression show nothing but pure loving infatuation. 

Which with one look, it all becomes clear how bad this man has it for you. His head tilts as he eyes dart your face, as if he were taking your image if were for the very last time. Finally a small smile appears over his lips as he bumps his forehead to yours.

"I love you too, (Name)." He closes his eyes before breathing through his nose. "Though I am a little sad that I can't train with you, I was looking so forward to it all this week but - I guess that excitement was the exact problem." You peck a quick kiss to his lips before letting your fingers play with his hair. 

"We'll work on it, alright? You've already come to practice with being as gentle as you are right now I'm sure we can also practice that in a train sense. I promise you're not going to hurt me." At first there's a look of subtle doubt in his eyes when he looks into yours but he pushes it back with a nod. 

"How about this? For now let's just focus on positioning - like this!" 

You stand back to your feet, grabbing Yamato's forgotten wooden sword off from the floor, trying your best to mimic his stance from previous, the Yonko's son watches how you stand before bursting into laughter. Your eyebrow twitches before yet again demanding to know what's so damn funny. Your lover stands to his full height towering over you to gently move your limbs around to where you're in proper placement. 

"Oh nothing, just that you look like my father when's he's doing his drunk impression of Charlotte Linlin begging for her 'child support.'" 

Okay that got a giggle out of you.

For the rest of the day the two of you practiced your stances together, once you were comfortable with that you took the next step to attacking stances and even though with him being so close and talking into your ear and moving your limbs around like a doll you forced yourself not to get lost in the inner screaming of your heart telling you just to continue kissing the man until the world's end you listened to his teaching words. 

From how he currently spoke, his tone sounded nothing like how it did previously if you just so happened to walk in now you wouldn't even ever be able to tell he was on the verge of tears a mer hour before. He just looks...so happy. With that handsome smile on that handsome face, you look back at him as he happily blabbers on about some techniques that Oden described in his journal, do you can't help but to smile with glee like an idiot around him. He's just so excited and happy and it's so contagious and it's a feeling that you never want to go away. 

And you're sure of one look of how bad it all looks for you of how bad you have it for the man, something you also to never go away. 

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[husbandograveyard]

I love everything about you - Shanks x Reader

I couldn’t possibly pick another character for @mooshs-crack-headcanons​ 300 followers special / contest! church of Shanks always! This is some very fluffy self indulgent writing. The prompt I got was “Knuckle kisses” Hope you enjoy! 

2nd person. Genderneutral reader. cw: insecurities and mental health struggles, slight hurt/comfort. Mostly comfort. 

It was a beautiful day. The moment you woke up, you could feel the sun on your face already, and you could see how nice and calm the sea was through the porthole. You turned around, hoping to find your boyfriend for some morning snuggles, but unfortunately for you he had gotten up already. You sighed, stretching and slowly getting off of the bed. 

You trudged over to the closet, and pulled out an outfit for the day, like many pirates; the same as the day before. As you were getting dressed, you felt a pit form in your stomach. You were just not feeling comfortable, not really feeling yourself. It was not an uncommon occurrence, so you knew just to power through and make it to the end of the day. The fact that it was such a beautiful day would help a little and you already mentally prepared yourself to do some chores that would allow you to be away from the rest of the crew for a bit. 

To give you that extra push to get through the day you switched your usual shirt out for one of Shanks’, his soothing smell and the way the left sleeve crinkled from being tied up in a knot too often made you feel oddly comforted without having his presence actually there. Maybe it was for the better, there was a lot going on that he needed to focus on and you didn’t want him to worry about you on top of that. 

You skipped breakfast, immediately heading to the machinery room on the lowest level of the ship. Maintenance and cleaning down there was everyone’s least favorite chore, and ensured no one would come down to disturb you as you tried to keep your head occupied with tasks,making sure you didn’t have time nor space to give to distracting and intrusive thoughts. 

It worked for a while, you focussed so hard on the job that you were almost in a meditative state, just cleaning all the pipes and valves, checking the meters and taking note of things you should probably bring up to the shipwright when you are feeling up for human interaction again. 

You nearly jumped when you felt a hand touch your shoulder, and you bumped your head when you got up and turned around, ready to scold whoever wanted to interrupt you, anger ebbing away the moment you noticed it was Shanks. You could almost feel yourself deflating, struggling to returning a smile as he laughed at your reaction. 

“Are you all right? You’re so jumpy. Is that my shirt?” he frowned, noticing quickly that you were not smiling and worried he had done something wrong. His smile faltered.   “No no... I am okay, just a little tired, I don’t think I slept deep enough this night” He raised a single eyebrow, not buying your story.  “You looked pretty fast asleep though”  You sighed, not ready for his probing and not up for a deep or exhausting conversation on how you were just not feeling like yourself today, how everything felt wrong and how you were just not in the best mindset.  “Shanks...I-”, you sighed again, feeling a lump form in your throat, unsure of what to say that could get him to go away without worrying him unnecessarily.  “Its just not my day. I’m feeling... worthless, so....”, you took another deep breath, “so I am just gonna try and make myself useful for a bit and wait until I can go back to sleep. Don’t mind me, okay? You have enough to worry about.” 

He reached out his hand, cupping the side of your face as you stared at him waiting for him to speak up, or even better, just leave, because you had no way of further explaining how you were feeling.  “Y/n, you are not worthless. Everyone has their bad days, that doesn’t automatically make you worthless.”  His hand let go of your cheek, setting on your shoulder and slid down to grab your left hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you a little closer.  “I know, I just.... I don’t want to bother you”  He chuckled, as if what you said was funny almost, “you should know better than to think you could ever bother me.”  You looked down, staring at your feet and the way he was still holding your hand, already making you feel better through such a small gesture. No matter how bad you were feeling, you still loved this man more than anything in the world. 

He lifted you hand, slowly dragging the back of it against his face and the stubble on his chin tickled it, making you look up with the slighest hint of a small smile on your face. He then placed your hand against his lips, pressing soft kisses on your knuckles and the back of your hand, taking his time as chances were small anyone would interrupt this intimate moment. 

He only let go of your hand to place it on your back to pull you completely into him. You rested your head on his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of comfort you had tried to keep close to you by putting on his shirt, and finally feeling yourself relax a bit. Shanks was the first to break the silence. 

“You know I love you right?”  You could do nothing but hum in response and step even closer, afraid your voice would break the moment you replied.  “Even when you’re feeling bad. Even when you don’t think you’re worth it. I love you, I love everything about you. Even the silly part that thinks my shirt would be a fitting substitute for me while the real deal is only sitting a room away; perfectly ready for some distraction from your wonderful presence.” 

His voice was calm and soothing, but you could literally hear him smiling as he expressed his love. It warmed your heart, and while the intrusive thoughts were still present, they were being drowned out by the overwhelming love and postivity coming from Shanks. 

“I love you too” you murmured.  “How bout you come upstairs with me then, sit in my lap and we enjoy some sake as I finish today’s log?”  “Don’t you have way more to do than that?” Your argument was weak and your voice was soft. You didn’t want to be a bother, but his presence was just too alleviating and his offer too tempting.  “I am the captain, I have no boss to explain to why I did or did not do certain things” he was full on chuckling right now and you decided against bringing up Benn who would not be too happy with Shanks’ decision of leaving his work as is in favor of some cuddles and sake, but at the moment, it was just what you needed too; so you didn’t say anything. 

“Okay then, let’s go.” you held onto him a little longer before moving to his right side to grab his hand, bringing it up to return the earlier comforting gesture and pressing some kisses to it as you made your way upstairs. He offered you a loving smile in return, and you felt your heart swell. This was not going to be the last day of feeling worthless and your negative thoughts would come and go, but at least for now, the way more positive feeling was there to stay. And you would focus on that. 

[ae0nx]

FRUITS BASKET ‘19 EPISODE 23 VS FRUITS BASKET ‘01 EPISODE 19

Ok! We’re finally here! We’re at the beginning of the storm! I’m so nervous... I didn’t know how to do these comparisons especially the storyline in the 2001 version not syncing up completely with the 2019 version. But I’m just gonna try and puzzle piece my way through it, ‘kay? :)

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Also, just some notes that I wanna state about the 2001 version so I don’t keep repeating myself for the next 2-3 weeks:

- I love love love the opening. It breaks my heart and heals it every time I hear it and the images of the characters by doorways/windows/alleyways looking outward and always to the side of the frame is a great artistic choice and metaphor. Also, the lyrics are just simply... everything. ‘Let’s stay together always...’

- Some of the colour choices in clothing (or even the hair) that the characters have are... interesting. I definitely find myself appreciating the newer version as you can tell they put more thought into it, even if I do think the power ranger assigned colours are kinda silly. But really? Kyo wearing pastels?! No way. ...But I kinda love it anyway. Outfit Appreciation: 2.5 stars.

- I adore the music box sounding background music. It really adds a lot of whimsy to the show and kinda reminds me that Fruits Basket in a lot of its elements takes inspiration from fairy tales. 

- The English dub voices obviously sound different and in comparison to the 2019 version, you can really tell how much they’ve all matured as VAs. ESPECIALLY Laura Bailey and Jerry Jewell.

- I also adore how ridiculous and mostly comedic the 2001 version is. Which makes the later turn in the anime so much more heartbreaking and tough to watch as it comes as such a shock compared to the tone of the rest of the anime. Unbalanced? Maybe so. But on a shallow kind of level without thinking too hard, I can enjoy it.

- I love 2001!Shigure. Again, it’s a shallow choice and I don’t deny he’s a lot more interesting and fleshed out in the manga/2019!anime. I just like 20-something year old, new-father-to-two-teens-but-he’s-not-like-a-FATHER-he’s-a-’cool-older-brother’ who likes to laze around the house in his kimono and ISN’T MENTALLY TRAUMATISING THEM. Well, without meaning to anyway... AND LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS.

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Right! Let’s get into it! 

This is me knowing the future trauma I’m going to have to go through with this anime.

But in all seriousness, the 2019 version really captured Tohru’s depression a lot better. Especially with the later scene where she breaks down in front of Kyo in the bedroom. A+ crying from Laura Bailey, I really felt it this time. As I said, the 2001 version seemed like it didn’t wanna deep dive too much so I’m glad we get a deeper in look to the complexities of Tohru this time.

It might be a translation ‘nothing’, but I find it interesting that Kyo felt like he jinxed her. Especially linked with his comments to Kagura later about how he feels ‘no one should want to hang around him’. I mean we’ll get into the reasoning for this most likely in the next two episodes but you can probably guess why... Poor kitty.

(Also side note: Do you think that’s why - out of everyone that has been bullied in this anime - Kyo seemed the least affected by school bullies? Is it cos of his experience within the Sohma family and his curse, that he almost expects that everyone he meets would treat him like that? It’s interesting because Hana had the same thought process towards her own bullying but she never fought back... But Kyo did. I might just conclude this thought as it just being in his nature to fight back, but we’ll see...)

Also, 2001 giving us Kyo freaking out in cat form about Tohru’s fever was pretty funny. Man, they really did do an overkill with the transformations back then...

2001 really was not good at showing the gradual progress of Kyo controlling his anger around Tohru as much as the 2019 version. Yes, in the 2019 ep, Kyo was still annoyed that Tohru wouldn’t just relax and concentrate on getting better but my God, Kyo is sooooo shout-y and yell-y in this version! And I don’t wike it lol.

However I shouldn’t shit on the moment too much. I do think 2001 wanted to show us that Kyo saw how receptive Tohru was to Shigure being calmer and nicer and it kind of influenced him to take more of a gentle approach to Tohru later. Kyo being influenced by Shigure is... questionable... but whatever, it’s got good intentions! (I still like the 2019 version better)

Momiji with the oversized work outfit! He’s so adorable I could cry.

- I’m kinda bummed that the 2019 version didn’t include the ‘Kyo stealing leeks from Yuki’s garden’ moment. It’s a hilarious moment (especially with Yuki’s reaction) and it is just PEAK ‘it’s not stealing if you’re taking it from family’ energy that I adoreeee and stand by lol

Really, 2001!Kyo... are you five years old?

‘ 🎵And at most... I’m sleeping all these demons away...’

‘ 🎵But your ghost... the ghost of you it keeps me awake’

Kyo seeing ghosts of Tohru is both unintentionally funny and dramatic in both versions to me, I’m sorry. I’m really just a child.

Where do I start? Kyo being ever so dramatic with the goggles and the face mask... Shigure with the all-knowing troll look. 2001 really gave us some gems and I think we all tend to forget that.

Plus...

I. LOVE. THIS. BROTHER. DYNAMIC. (I know it isn’t accurate don’t ruin the fanfic going on in my head)

- Tohru being depressed that she wasted Yuki’s time and didn’t fulfill her mother’s wishes makes me wish she was more so just concerned about herself and how she’s gonna pass for herself? But it is very much in her character to do so, so I guess I’ll let it slide. And I guess Kyo said what I said in well... his own unique way of giving advice.

- But when it came to the actual soup porridge scene, I lean more towards the 2019 version. There’s so much said in Kyo’s body language and Tohru’s own inner thoughts. She’s really falling in love with him and she doesn’t even know it!!! 

THAT PEEK FROM HIS ELBOW?! COME ON!!! STOP IT. MY HEART. these dumb fuckin kids...

I loveee the 2019 porridge moment so much more, but this moment right here just ELEVATED the whole moment. It says so muchhhh without saying much at alllll and ohhhh this poor boyyyy...!!!!! It really took a fluffy moment and just stabbed me in the heart and I guess I respect you for that? Thanks...?

I’m so glad the 2019 version is feeding us in stupid made up songs. *chef’s kiss* haha

- I’m really glad that Kisa calls Hatori ‘uncle’ in 2019 and not ‘grandpa’ like she did in 2001. Cos as someone in their mid-twenties that shit was straight up offensive lol

The Momiji and Kyo moments are always so heartwarming in this version. My faves. <3

- Also I dunno why but I really liked Hatori, The Doctor Who Smokes in the 2001 anime. It didn’t make sense but quite honestly if anyone in this anime chose to smoke to let off some steam, it should be him. (Not an advocate for smoking)

---- Right! No more 2001 comparisons cos the episode that is equivalent to this part of the episode is also riddled spoilers for the next 2019 episode so... just normal review from here. ---

Why is it that Yuki’s insults against Kyo always hurt so much more?! They are both terrible to each other but for some reason, I always feel it more when Yuki verbally backhands Kyo. Maybe it’s the way Eric Vale practically venomously spits out these words or maybe it’s cos Yuki kinda has more privilege than Kyo so it feels like he’s kicking a literal homeless cat.

- Also, my poor boy! Definitely felt myself sympathising a lot more this time around to how weak he was feeling.

Lol I felt that exasperated breath. At least this time, Kyo doesn’t call Tohru’s umbrella ‘a sissy girly pink umbrella’. A minor improvement? (So, I might of watched a bit of the 2001 version of episode 24...)

...Need I say anything? <3

- HEADLINE: Shigure ships Yuki/Tohru and Kyo/Kagura? What is he up to...

- Kyo shouting at Kagura in the middle of the supermarket was a shitty move but Kagura mooshing his head in response was great... what a terrible but very entertaining couple lol

- Kagura’s ‘If I told you, you’d cry...’ is giving me all the heart pain. How many times can I say that I’m not ready...

I’ve seen people in the tag compare this moment to his porridge moment with Tohru and while I agree, it does seem like Kyo just naturally wanted to help Tohru compared to Kyo feeling obligated to hold hands with Kagura. But errrrm.... I just think Kyo is a good kid haha. And while I do think he CLEARLY holds Tohru in a very treasured and locked away place in his heart, he just doesn’t like it when girls cry around him and will do anything to stop it. I also think he does care about Kagura, and that he’s more so annoyed that Kagura doesn’t seem to get that he won’t love her in the way she loves him (and well... her being a tsundere lol). But I could be wrong! I’m a walking manga amnesiac as always...

*HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING*

Talk about FINALLY. They really named the episode that and made us wait until the LAST SECOND OF THE EPISODE TO GIVE US THE WORDS: ‘You look well...’

What a tease.

And we’re not even gonna get into the preview for the next episode and how three words made me tear up minutes before I had to go to a party on Friday night.

Wow. This might be the longest review so far. I don’t doubt that next week’s will be longer lol. The reason why I wanted to do the 2001 comparisons will probably make more sense next week and I will also say my thoughts on the 2001 version of the events with the umbrella and Kagura and Kyo’s date next week before I go into the review.

Jeez, this took two hours to write. WHY DO I DO THIS?!

[oliviersk]

yoyoyo wassup peeps its moosh back w another muse. i rlly couldn’t resist ik ugh but!! anyways here’s olivier, she’s my bby pls show her some love yes. here is a link to her full bio but there’s a tl;dr under the cut as well as wanted connects!

✧･ﾟ(   apate + moon gayoung + cismale   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !!  have you seen (   olivier kang  ) around ? (   she  ) have/has been in kaos for (   three months   ). the (   twenty three   ) is a/an (   socialite/classical musician   ) from (   paris, france   ). people say they can be (  calculating   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (   eloquent   ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of (   the waft of perfume when you walk into a department store, perfectly manicured nails, and black waves cascading down one’s shoulder   ).  ･ﾟ✧  (  penned by moosh, 21+, est, no preference  ).

aesthetics.

STATS

name: olivier kang age: twenty three gender/pronouns: cisfemale & she/her orientation: bisexual & demiromantic ethnicity: korean nationality: french height: 5′6″ eye color: brown hair color: black languages: korean, french, & english class: upper

HISTORY/SUMMARY

tw: child abuse, suicide attempt, and death.

her family is honestly a mess. she grew up with mostly female figures in her life. no dad, uncle, grandpa, none. grew up insanely rich as well. was always silenced as a kid and placed into a mold. she figured out pretty quickly to behave and shut up or face the consequences. family was quite controlling and olivier wasn’t allowed to grow into her own person. while she never got along with her mother, she cried and cried at her funeral ( olivier was 12 at the time ). her grandmother didn’t really like it and rebuked her for losing her composure. attempted suicide at around 17 and as punishment, her grandmother did not allow her to attend her dream school in america ( which she had gotten accepted into ), but made her attend a closer college, with her chauffeur shuttling her back and forth ( 2 hours ) right after classes so she could keep a close eye on her. her grandmother soon falls when crimes from years ago service and sufficient evidence is obtained for a trial and olivier, finally free, chooses to do something for herself for the first time in her life, and moves to kaos.

PERSONALITY

like everyone, olivier has two different aspects of herself, one for the public and one for the ones who know the deepest parts of her.

she’s very eloquent, not only in her word choice but also her voice ( she’s gotten many compliments on now soothing and gentle it sounds ). doesn’t smile too easily, but doesn’t mean that its always genuine when you receive one. there’s something almost ethereal about her presence, as if she’s not fully there or she could be gone with one gust of wind. there’s a sweet, gentle, but firm aspect of her that confuses most people. they don’t know whether to relax or tighten up around her. 

underneath all the sugar and spice, she’s much more sinister, cunning, and calculating than the eye lets on. a sweet tone can be taken on when shredding someone down, complete with a sugary smile. setting up the pieces and watching the world tear itself down is one of her favorite past times. her tone is sweet while the most vicious words leave her mouth, with anger never manifesting physically besides the trembling of her fingers. she’s come too far to let petty emotions get the better of her. 

further underneath is a girl who’s truly terrified of the world. it’s never been kind to her, and she can’t blame it, as she’s never put forth good energy. the lack of structure she’s facing now that her grandmother is gone is freeing, but completely terrifying, like being dropped in the middle of the ocean with no sense of direction. with her life in her own hands, she has no idea what to do with it, and it frightens her to her core. it’s probably why she lashes out and likes to watch as people ruin themselves. in a weird way, it makes her feel less lonely, which is why she’s drawn to disorder.

ik her personality is like all out of wack pls lmk if its confusing!!!

HEADCANONS

hates hates hates nicknames. call her olivier or don’t talk to her at all. ( sihyun is the only exception to this rule but he still receives death glares ).

while she did live in paris, her first language and the language most frequently spoken at home was korean, so she is most comfortable in korean, though french and english were taught to her by a young age as well.

out of all the things she hated doing as a kid, violin and piano are the only hobbies that really stuck around. she still practices on the daily and a lot of activities have to be thought over twice because strain off her fingers/wrists is very important.

dabbled in drugs and such in high school ( abroad ). while it allowed her to alleviated the stress she didn’t like the fact that it took bodily control away from her, so never did it too often.

has anxiety that flares up from time to time in forms of attacks ( big and small ) so she takes medication for it, but not many people know.

going off of that, she sometimes has attacks when thinking about her future. it’s not what lies ahead that frightens her but the lack of structure she now has due to the absence of her grandmother. the security that had been there, no matter how restraining, now makes her feel like shes drowning in endless possibilities and its too much for her to swallow sometimes.

majored in classical literature and classical music. its one of the easiest conversation starters because she could go on and on for hours about old, dead writers.

isn’t one for pastries but she absolutely loves fruit tarts. it’s the only sugary thing she’ll let herself eat.

her hair is surprisingly naturally brown but she dyes it black because she thinks it suits her better.

has a ring from her mother that she wears around her neck. has a very odd relationship with her mother, and is still coming to terms with it.

completely scrapped her house before she moved to kaos. removed everything and sold the land. has left her job running the company and literally everything behind except her inheritance and the money she received while on the job + the house. it’s enough money to last her a lifetime but finds herself bored in kaos with nothing to do,  so she’s begun giving lessons ( sparingly ). sight sees a lot but is thinking of taking on a role in the orchestra in town sooner or later.

always smell like chanel no 5.

loves taking baths. bubbles, wine, classical music, candles, and herself ( or maybe someone to share the fun with ).

isn’t vegan but eats meat sparingly, mostly because she usually doesn’t like the texture or taste of most meats.

literally never curses. you can usually tell how angry she is if a curse manages to slip past.

enjoys writing poetry but its mostly just for her. a leather bound book filled with her work lays on her desk every night, but they are often tear soaked and unable to fully comprehend unless you know who she truly is.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

first love ( female ). def have some ideas for this so lmk. plot heavy.

someone she teaches piano/violin to

someone from back home who knew her before and doesn’t like her. maybe boarding school buddies from middle/high school?

someone she “gets along with” and is using for some reason

her old money squad from back home. they’re lowkey kinda fake to each other but also kinda mean

was really close friends but had a falling out ( prolly cause she did something shady or something she thought was the best for them but it wasn’t. may or may not regret it ).

somebody her grandmother set up for her to date ( male )

there was one night during one event where olivier really hit it off with this person. they snuck out of the event and roamed around the city in formal attire, ate pizza at a local place, etc. etc. but it was a a year or two ago n they never exchanged numbers. now theyre both in kaos.

someone who has a crush on her but wont tell for some reason. or maybe they will tell. maybe she knows and shes playing dumb or maybe she genuinely doesn’t.

on a similar note, someone tryna get her to smash. she doesn’t sleep around at all, finds it undignified, but this person’s determined to get to bone.

people who have seen the real her and hate her for that reason. on the flip side, people who have seen the real her and still stick around for some reason.

[fandomoniumflurry]

With Adam?

Steve McGarrett x Reader

Requests from @foofarny and an anon that I mooshed together: I’ve been feeling unloved and just need more Steve mcgarrett xD Maybe even one day if you're ever up for it maybe Steven with a person with a disability? and May I ask you to please write a story with him in which he gets jealous because he thinks the reader has a crush on Adam (which is not true, of course)

4.5k words

just some fluffy cuteness and some making out at the end. This is an AU of sorts because I don’t really have a time frame this fits into so. Not my best work I don’t think and it’s taken me a while to finally get it done. even though I’m not completely satisfied with it, my beta said it was good and told me to post it, so here ya go XD

Beta: @keepcalmimthecupcake

h50 taggers: @loveisfriendship @supergirl000983 @givemelifeorgiveme @goldkhator @a-court-of-stydia

You hadn’t been in the chair that long. It was the last thing you wanted. The wheelchair was constricting your freedom and held you back from the live you once lived. The horrible accident that left you in this chair did far more than just take away your mobility. It took a once happy go lucky positive young woman and turned her into a broken and bitter pessimistic shell. All that was good in your world was ripped out from under your feet when the use of your legs was taken away. Even though they were right there, you could see them, touch them, feel them under your fingertips, you couldn’t move them, use them, feel them there. Instead of racing down the road behind the wheel of your favorite sports cars, you were stuck turning the wheels on your manual wheelchair or getting pushed around like the cripple you felt you were.  

With a permanent sour expression etched upon your face and your voice turning gruff and spiteful, the group of friends you once spent time with began to abandon you only further driving you into your pit of despair. The only friend that stayed by you was the son of the Yakuza. Adam Noshimuri was the only light in your darkness, standing by yours side and helping you through the doctors, surgeries and therapy that you had to endure. He held you while you grieved for your legs, wiped your tears when you lost the will to go on. He gave you strength and helped lift you up, physically and metaphorically.

Even though his dealings in his father’s business were questionable at best, it didn’t matter. You clung to him as your lifeline, your heartbeat, your family, your everything. You relied fully on him for everything, completely dependent on him. You couldn’t go back to work, life as a mechanic nearly impossible without the use of one’s legs. The endless doctors appointments and healing from surgery, he was your ride, your provider, your nurse.

The work to care for you was hard and exhausting and yet Adam never complained, never left. You knew you drove him crazy, knew he should be tired of you and ready to abandon you just like everyone else. He had his own life, his own family and friends and job. You weren’t his responsibility and yet here he was pushing you out of yet another appointment.

“Thanks again for picking me up, Adam.” Your voice was soft and timid as your eyes watched your fidgeting fingers in your lap.

Adam smiled sweetly and rested a hand on your shoulder as he pushed your chair to the curb. “I couldn’t let you take the bus.” Your eyes rolled as he chuckled softly. “Do you want to come to a party with me tonight? Bonfire on the beach?” Your head turned slowly to look at him over your shoulder, a sneer making your forehead wrinkle. “You’re kidding right? Me on the beach?”

“Oh, come on, you used to love the beach.” He commented as he opened the door and began to help you in.

You huffed and clung to him as he moved you from the chair. “Yeah, well, I used to have two legs not two wheels.” You could hear him huff and when you slid into the seat, your arms crossed over your chest.

“You’re such a stubborn child.” Though it wasn’t spoken harshly, the way his eyes locked with yours, it made you frown faintly. “Just try it for five minutes. If you don’t enjoy yourself, I’ll take you home and we’ll have our own party.”

A soft sigh parted your lips as your shoulders fell in defeat. When your head nodded, your eyes fell from his intense gaze. You could practically hear the bright smile pulling at his lips, catching sight of the expression through your lashes. “Five minutes.” You raised your finger to speak sternly and he chuckled before planting a tender kiss to your forehead. Closing your door, you settled in while Adam loaded up your chair. You caught his eye after he climbed in, the man smiling again and making it impossible not to giggle. “Let’s go, stud. I’m starving and need a nap if I’m gonna be forced to socialize.”

It was his face that you woke up to a few hours later. You groaned and tried to turn over as his muffled voice began to grow clearer, your sleepy haze wearing off slowly. You felt the blanket being tugged away and you held onto the fabric as best you could and whimpered. “If you don’t get your lazy ass out of bed in the next five seconds, I’m going to dump you out of the mattress.”

“You wouldn’t be so cruel to a cripple.” You grumbled as you peeked one eye open to look up at him. His face was deadpan, clearly unamused by your words. “Ugh, can I have more than five seconds?” His head shook before he moved away from the bed and toward your closet. “I may be disabled but I’m not completely inept. I can pick out my own outfit, asshole.” He threw a look over your shoulder as you pulled yourself to a sitting position against the headboard. “Why do I need to change anyway? It’s just a bonfire, not a date.” Your eyes grew slightly in a moment of panic. “It’s not a date is it?? Because Adam, I love you, bro but--”

A shirt was tossed at your face as he laughed. “Shut up. It’s not a date. Well, at least not for me and you.” His eyebrows waggled and your eyes narrowed at him.

“I should have known. This is a ploy to get me to meet Kono, isn’t it?” Your arms crossed over his chest as you sneered at him once again. “This is because I turned down the dinner invite last week. You sneaky scoundrel.” Even his underhanded stunt caused you to smile fondly with a shake of your head.

“You need to get out more anyway. You can’t spend all your time sulking.” His voice turned serious now as he came to sit at the foot of your bed. Your eyes dropped again. You were always unable to look him in the eye when he was like this. He only worried about you. He cared and you had done little to get yourself better. “I just want the old Y/N back. I miss hanging out with her.” You sighed as you finally lifted your eyes to look at him. He smiled softly before patting your calf even though you couldn’t feel it. “Besides, the whole task force will be there.” He flashed you a wink and another part of his scheme was revealed.

You knew exactly what that meant and it made your heart flutter. Nerves suddenly took over and you could already feel your palms grow sweaty. The affect the news had on you made Adam laugh and rise to his feet. You scowled at him with a huff. “You’re evil.”

“You love me.” Adam grinned mischievously. “Now get up so you can get cute.”

The reason Adam’s news got you so excited was because the Five-0 task force happened to be headed up by an old friend of yours. You had known him when you were kids. Same school, same classes, even lived down the road from one another. You didn’t share the same group of friends but it didn’t keep you from being close friends. He had been your first kiss. It wasn’t long after that that his mother died and he was sent off to the mainland. You never heard from him after that. You would see his dad every now and then, always brief how-do-you-do’s and ‘I’m fine’s. Always just heard little snippets of him and his sister’s lives with other family members.

The years passed and eventually that young boy was the farthest thing from your mind. You heard he had joined the Navy and all that but when you moved and went to college, you never really saw his dad anymore. News of his death broke your heart and it wasn’t long after that when the Navy SEAL set foot on the island once again. The funeral was the first time you had seen the commander in years, you were surprised he even recognized you. Your conversation was brief before he was off to converse with the other attendees but that split second moment was enough to give you a smile and bring back that crush you had harbored for him when you were young.

Your current condition kept you from taking the time to actually see him. You felt useless and unwanted in the chair. The scars on your body from the accident and surgeries made you feel unattractive, not to mention the extra pounds you had gained since being unable to work out like you used to. There was no way you were going to face him when you were at your lowest. He was brave and strong and beautiful, everything you weren’t. You were nothing compared to him.

“I can’t see Steve like this!” You gestured to your lower half with a light frown and Adam sighed. His arms crossed over his chest, looking at you in both sympathy and annoyance. “The sand will be bad enough in this chair. Plus have you seen how tall he is?? I will be hobbit sized looking up to him from down here!” There was panic in your voice and you could feel your breathing became labored.

Adam quickly dropped the hard exterior and ran to your side. His hands gripped your shoulders and made you lock eyes with him. After doing a few breathing exercises with him, you were able to get yourself under control. Once you were calmed, he caught your eye and grinned softly. “If you like him this much, why are we even having this discussion?” Your head tilted as you scowled at him.

“Alright. How about I carry you across the sand?” This only caused a deeper scowl on your face and he couldn't help but laugh. “I'll get Steve to do it then.” When he winked, your fist slammed hard against his shoulder, jolting him backwards with a snicker. “If he doesn't like you just the way you are, through the bad along with the good, he isn't worth your time. And you know I’ll always be there to carry you” His voice was sincere now, a hand lifting to tuck your hair behind your ear. You couldn't help the genuine smile on your face at his words.

With a dramatic sigh and a roll of your eyes, you feigned annoyance as you lifted your arms to him. “Fiiiiiine. Let's get this over with, Samwise.” When he scooped you up, you squealed with laughter.

In the time it took to drive to the beach, you had gotten yourself worked up again. This would be the first real gathering of any kind that you were a part of since your accident. Adam was right, you used to love going to the beach. You would spend your days off surfing, swimming, or sunbathing. None of that was really possible now. The chair didn’t exactly work well in damp sand and your legs weren’t strong enough to allow you to use a walker or crutches. As Adam drove on in silence, you were wringing your hands anxiously. It wasn’t just Steve that had your heart racing. What would any of your old friends say or do when they saw you again? What would you have to say to them?

As if Adam could sense your nervousness, his hand reached out to close over your fiddling fingers comfortingly. He glanced your way and gave you an encouraging smile and you relaxed a bit. You wouldn’t have survived this long without this man and you would do anything to pay him back. And all he asked in return was for you to spend at least five minutes at a bonfire surrounded by old friends and acquaintances. After all he did for you, you figured this was the bare minimum of what you could do. Even though it was way out of your comfort zone. Right about now on a normal night you would be curled up in your snuggie watching bad television and eating M&Ms. The promise of food, booze, and a certain Lt. Commander was the only thing getting you this far.

To your surprise, when Adam pulled to a stop, you recognized the place immediately. Your nerves relaxed a bit, the familiar home making you feel more comfortable about the whole thing. A soft smile pulled at your lips and when Adam turned to look at you, you couldn’t help the blush. He laughed quietly before he climbed out. You were practically bouncing in your seat waiting for your friend to unload your chair and wheel it around. Billows of smoke could already be seen coming from behind the house, telling you that the bonfire was already burning strong.

When your door opened, you immediately twisted yourself and reached out your arms expecting Adam to be there to help you into your chair. Your cheeks flushed when you were greeted instead by a pair of ocean blue eyes and a dazzling smile. For a moment, you were frozen with your mouth agape and your arms still extended. When Steve laughed softly, you dropped your hands into your lap, your head falling as your blush only darkened. “Hi.” Your voice was soft and your eyes watched your fingers as the butterflies fluttered relentlessly in your stomach.

Steve’s smile only grew wider as he crouched slightly, resting his hands on your knees. “I’m glad you decided to come.” It was a simple statement but it was enough to make your heart soar and your eyes lift as a smile overcame your features. His smile only grew in response before he moved to scoop his arms under you. You couldn’t help the squeak that passed your lips when he lifted you up effortlessly. The movement was much quicker than you would have hoped and you were in the chair before you could even feel the warmth and firmness of his chest. When you were comfortable in the chair, the trunk of the car closed to reveal a grinning Adam. “Let’s get out there before Kamekona eats all the burgers, huh?” Steve’s voice was over your shoulder as his hands closed over the handlebars of your chair, leaning over slightly so you could see him.

You shifted your torso awkwardly with a blushing grin on your face before you finally nodded in response. Adam followed behind as Steve pushed you across the walk and around to where everyone was gathered. Familiar faces came into view and it wasn’t two seconds after you spotted Kono that Adam disappeared from your side. Your head shook lightly with a fond chuckle and you watched the two of them interact for a moment before your eyes began to look over the other partygoers.

“There’s a face I haven’t seen in a while.” When your head turned toward the familiar voice, you were greeted with an eye crinkling smile from the special blonde man. He immediately leaned in to steal a hug and kiss your cheek. His welcome caused you to smile, making it hard to be in any kind of sour mood. “You’re looking good.” He commented after he pulled away. You scoffed, waving him off lightly. “No, really. You’re a sight for sore eyes. A welcome sight when I gotta spend every day looking at this ugly mug.” His hand came to slap down on Steve’s shoulder. He smiled once more and you giggled when he pushed his fist gently against your chin.

“Ok, that’s enough flirting.” Steve grumbled before he began to push you again. Your brow wrinkled as you looked over your shoulder at him. Even though he still held a smile on his face, when his eyes met yours, there was something else in those bright orbs of his. Your eyes rolled before you folded your hands over your lap.

“There she is!” This time you were greeted by a beaming Chin Ho Kelly. He offered you a hug, saying things similar to Danny. You thought surely they had all gotten together and planned this because surely they couldn’t all be this happy to see you. You knew what you looked like having seen it every day in the mirror and you looked far from good. Each person greeted you with sincere smiles and genuine words of praise and encouragement. It was hard not to revel in the attention, your cheeks hurting from your smile and burning from the blushing.

When you were finally settled in next to the fire, beer in hand and marshmallow goo stuck to your lips, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this light, this content. You had missed this. Conversations full of stories, laughs and nonsense, enough to lighten the soul and refresh the spirit. Steve had sadly left your side when Adam rejoined you but he didn’t go far, still able to see you. You tried to avoid the fact that every time your head turned, he would smile at you. Carrying on a conversation with Adam and Kono, your friend had his hand in yours, an innocent comforting gestures you didn’t even know you needed until it was offered. This action could be misconstrued by everyone else but to you it was grounding and warm. It felt natural and it was the most normal thing between the two of you and not even Kono found it out of place. When your eyes lifted this time, Steve was looking away, no longer holding that bright smile for you. A small frown overcame your features but you decided to ignore it and enjoy the rest of your evening.

It wasn’t long before people started to change and jump in the water. It took a few shoves and words of reassurance for you to get Adam out into the water. Thankfully, Kono reammerged in her bikini and you were quickly forgotten. Your eyes rolled before you began to roll your chair down to the edge of the water. You didn’t get far before someone else took over. When you looked up, you grinned when you laid eyes on the Commander staring ahead as he steered your vessel.

You stared out at the water and your friends splashing around once you came to a stop. A chair was drug through the thin layer of sand before Steve slid down into it. Before you could even ask the question, he answered, his hands coming to rest against his stomach. “Thought you could use some company.” Your head turned to look at him, his eyes staring out on the horizon. When his eyes turned toward you, you quickly dropped your gaze with a soft blush, missing the grin on his face.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you sat there, watching the water ripple and the small waves roll in over the shore. It was calming and peaceful even with the loud laughter and talking amongst the people in the water. “Adam’s a good guy.” Your brow wrinkled when Steve’s voice pierced through the quiet. Turning to look at him, your head tilted in confusion. Instead of returning your gaze, his head dropped slightly. “He’s lucky.”

Still unsure of what he was talking about, you looked out in the water and frowned. You should have known that the Commander had never had feelings for you. Who would notice you when someone as beautiful and badass as Kono Kalakaua was around? Your sudden mood of contentment vanished as your own eyes fell. “Yeah.” The sadness in your voice caught Steve’s attention and it was his turn to look at you in confusion. “I, uh, I need some air.” Without coming up with a better excuse, you turned yourself around and pumped your arms as fast as you could to roll your chair back up towards the house.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t fast enough because you hadn’t gotten but a few feet before your chair came to a halt, two strong hands gripping the bars and pulling you backwards. You sucked in your chest, holding the disappointment and emotions back, your eyes refusing to turn to look at the man that had stopped you. He easily locked your wheels and came to crouch in front of you, his large calloused digits closing around the arms of your chair only millimeters from your skin. “Where’s the fire?” He frowned as he tried to catch your eye. “Did I say something wrong?” Your head lifted to the sky with a heavy sigh as you blinked away the angry tears. Your eyes shot down with a look of shock when he closed his hands over your knees. “Is this about Adam? Are you not happy with him?”

Your eyes grew so wide you thought they would pop from your skull. His head shot back as now he grew even more confused than ever. “With Adam?” You shook your head vehemently, picking up on the misunderstanding between them. You couldn’t help but laugh, causing Steve’s face to wrinkle slightly. As your laughter grew, he couldn’t help but laugh along until you were both wheezing and crying from the exertion. Wiping the moisture from your cheeks, you finally sucked in a much needed deep breath. He did as well before you both smiled at one another. “I’m not with Adam, Steve.” His brow lifted questioningly. “Adam’s into Kono. I thought you said he was lucky because he had her.”

Steve’s head fell as he let out another laugh, his head shaking at the thought. When he looked back up at you, his smile was different, a twinkle in his eye that you had never noticed before. “I thought Adam was the luckiest guy in the world because he had you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up again at his words. He tucked a finger under your chin, his thumb rubbing lightly over the soft flesh beneath your bottom lip. You watched as his tongue trailed lightly over his lip before he leaned in. For a moment, all air was sucked out of the bubble around the two of you and you felt light headed. Before his lips could touch yours, his breath fanning over your face, you pulled back, your hands coming to rest against his chest. Steve’s eyes grew, a look of hurt and confusion washing over him. You shook your head to assure him you weren’t rejecting him. “Why now? You’ve been back for years and you choose now to do something?”

His eyes glanced over your shoulder, your head turning to look in the direction of his gaze. You sighed when you saw your best friend catching sight of you. He waved with a smile and you waved a couple fingers back before you turned your attention back to Steve. His ocean hues were soft and he seemed so young and hopeful. You could get lost in those eyes. His hands softly came to rest on either side of your face, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks. There was no hesitation this time from either of you when your lips met.

The past didn’t matter, all the time that had passed made no difference. All that mattered was the feel of his lips against yours. Your eyes closed, your hands closing around his firm biceps as you melted. His tongue slid over your bottom lip asking for entrance and you wasted no time in granting him such, your own tongue coming to meet his. You couldn’t help the pleasant moan that vibrated against his mouth, causing him to smile. By this time, he was on his knees, his body pressed between your legs to allow him more room to fully take advantage of the kiss.

You might not have been able to feel your legs but the warmth in your core was unavoidable. A groan rattled in his chest as he brought himself as close as possible. Your fingers clenched tighter around his arms as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate, making you forget what time it was, where you were, or who was around you. The quiet throat clearing was enough to make the two of you jump back from each other. You licked your lips, avoiding eye contact as you ran a finger over your kiss swollen mouth. When you finally lifted your eyes to see who dared interrupt your moment, you scowled when you saw a smug Adam staring back.

“I’m going to take Kono home.” He stated simply, his head gesturing to the woman standing at his side. Her fingers were intertwined with his and they smiled back at you. You nodded, not trusting your voice at that moment. “I’m sure you’ll have a way to get home.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek before patting the crouching Commander on the back.

“See ya Monday, boss.” Kono stated with a smile before waving and following closely after Adam.

Steve nodded with a curl of his lips as he lifted a hand to wave back. His mouth opened to speak when his attention turned back to you but the sound of Chin’s voice interrupted once again. “I think I’m heading out too.”

Both you and Steve nodded and waved, doing the same with each person that said their goodbyes until no one was left but the infamous Danny Williams. You both glared at him for a moment as he stood there, getting the hint but wanting to drag out the awkward silence between the three of you. “Danno…” Steve practically growled and you could see Danny’s mouth twitch as he tried to fight back a grin.

“Alright, alright. I get the hint. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Just use protection, brother.” He flashed Steve a wink, patting him on the back before walking away, whistling as he twirled his keys around his finger.

A laugh parted your lips as you shook your head, mentally kicking every single one of them. Now that you were alone with Steve, you felt your nervousness return. Your eyes remained locked on your fingers that now rested in your lap as you tried to calm your rapid beating heart. The moment your eyes lifted and your lips parted to speak, his mouth was on yours again putting a stop to any words you might have said or any thoughts in your head for that matter. This kiss was hungrier than before, the lack of an audience making him free to do as he wished. You smiled against the kiss, your hands coming to cup his face, the light stubble rough against your palms. You didn’t have the use of your legs but right now, you were flying.

[abimee]

spoilers for stormblood asnd beyond avert your eyes moosh

zenos was such a good villain until they decided to start making him do the body thing because like his presence as a regular dude who is capable and enjoying what hes doing made him genuinely terrifying especially when he was throwing me into corners, but the moment you introduce him just having the ability to jump bodies and do weird void bullshit he became a wet rag because now he became in the leagues of other powerful villains, and its like..... hes incredibly strong as just a shithead imperialist but so pathetic when hes in leagues with the ascians because basically everyone else in that bracket has done worse and crazier stuff than him so he just begins to stand around in the story saying ominous things yet not doing anything. literally the 'type of guy to say he has a gun on him that hes willing to shoot yet he never once shows it or makes any move at you so at this point you know hes bullshit and nothing he says is scary anymore.

he just really lost his greatness as a villain the moment elidibus entered and started accelerating everything because then it was like OH SHIT and all our terror was directed ------> elidibus and zenos has just been chasing his former glory since then and never reached it because was such a pussy in endwalker. like once again the acariest thing in endwalker was having to sit in front of him and eat dinner cause at this point the worse thing he can do to us is make us eat an undercooked steak with an uncomfortable chair because fandaniel is over here being the one going stupid with it and throwing us in random bodies and making us crawl near-death to our salvation. zenos is so pathetic when he obtains power that shouldve made him scarier like i think they shouldve decapped him and just moved on

BECAUSE HERES THE THING literally depriving us of that (being the one to kill zenos) couldve easily furthered his weird hunt narrative because not giving us that and then dangling it over us could ''prove'' (idk a better word) zenos weird bullshit about how maybe whats inside us isnt from some moral idealism or rightenous but just a lust for the fight, and we only realize this when were refused what we always saw as ours (the right to be the victor, the one to take the final blow, the one to slay the beast)

but do they do that? NO! and so zenos falls flat and every instance of him in endwalker is another ''god not THIS'', like you want to talk about the lopporits sidetracking the story? zenos is basically the worlds worst B plot taking you away from the more interesting A plot just to do nothing, go nowhere, and end pathetically! i think at the end of endwalker there never shouldve been a zenos, i think we should've collapsed by the pure strain of like 4-6 years of this fighting and sorrow and pain and all the dyanmis flowing through us, and a strange hooded figure in the darkness calls to us from within our head, something echoy and strained mixed with the familiar voice of the warrior of light from the First, asking us if this life was worth it, if we found fullfillment in the end, like our body is slowly slipping away and back into the little collective of azem that lurks into our aether before the return device is thrown at us, because we cant give up the fight yet and become just another shard. anyway

i get so mad cause stormblood has such a good soundtrack and dungeon design and mechanics and some really good cutscenes but everything stormblood sewed into the story and tried to do hit like throwing hot glass directly into my eyes at some points so bad that it made it unbearable to listen to some of the cutscenes

[sherrybaby14]

Who Am I? Part 8

Summary:  A conversation, some information

Warnings:  A/B/O None (This is a bit of an explanatory chapter)  More smut to come 

Tags: @divadinag @ariwolff14 @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @marauderice @el-bucky @kellyn1604 @negan--is--god @theariel85

A/N:  I’m going to alternate between this one and Negan’s Pet, so the updates for this might slow a little (sorry or yay!  depending on which story you like more)

                 James’ clothes hung off of you.  There was a full length mirror in the closet and you twisted to your side.  It seemed like the shape of your body was changing, but it was hard to tell in men’s clothing.  You didn’t have many personal belongings, almost all of your clothing was black, loose, non-descript, never wanting anyone to notice it or you.  While the items themselves were not important you would like some clothes that actually fit.  

                 A huge breath escaped your lungs.  You wished you had a book, or a television.  Really anything to distract you.  Maybe you would ask one of your Alphas to take you back to your apartment?  There was a tablet Dr. Banner had leant you that you would like back.  You glanced towards the door, hoping to see it open to three men smiling and laughing with each other, not fighting about something as minor as yourself.  

                 With little else to do you went back to the bed and plopped down. A yawn broke free and you wished the fatigue phase of whatever your body was going through would speed up.  Your sense of time was so off that it was impossible to tell what time of the day it was.  In fact, all of your senses were off.  You couldn’t see the sun so thought you were facing east, but wouldn’t it be the opposite? You wanted the brain cloud to lift.  It seemed like the closer you were physically to Steve or James the better you could comprehend.  

                 The door to the room opened and you rose from the bed, your heart lurched forward as Steve stepped inside.  The need to hug him was too much and you ran over to him, slamming into him and hugging him as a safe feeling settled into your body.

                  “I’m sorry.”  You felt like tears were going to fall.

                  “Hey,” Steve rubbed your back. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one who should apologize.  You shouldn’t have seen Bruce and I fight like that.”

                  “For last night.”  You remembered calling him those names again and disgust at yourself settled afterwards.  

                 “No.”  His hand went up and down. “Don’t you worry about that. You didn’t do anything wrong. This will pass sooner than you know it and you will feel like this all the time.”

                  “STEVE?”  Dr. Banner’s voice came from downstairs.

                 “Bruce wants to speak to you for a little bit.” Steve moved his hands down your arms. “Do you want to talk to him?”  

                 The instinct to ask Steve for permission or what he thought came forward, but you knew that wasn’t the right answer.  You thought about it and wouldn’t mind speaking to your mentor, besides, he did sound concerned and if Steve or James had an issue with it they would have sent him away.  You nodded your head and released your Alpha.  He folded your hand into his and led you out of the room.  

                 Both James and Dr. Banner were at the bottom of the stairs.  You didn’t like the eyes on you and tried to position yourself behind Steve.  When you reached the bottom you wanted to cling to Steve’s arm, but Dr. Banner wasn’t scary or a threat.  He was your friend.

                 “I’ll walk you guys to the couch.”  Steve led the way to the back left of the giant open space that was the first floor.   The couch was built into the floor and you had to take a step down.  

                  Steve walked you to a corner and you took a seat on the plush fabric.  You had never been to this part of the apartment before.  It was below Steve’s room and the ceiling was much lower here than the kitchen.  Bruce took a seat on the other side of the circular couch.  You would have a perfect view of the kitchen while he got the skyline.

                  “We’ll be right over there.  Call if you need anything.”  Steve gave your hand a kiss.  

                 Your eyes went wide.  You didn’t expect him to leave, but James was already in the kitchen and you assumed Steve was joining him.  They wouldn’t be far and at least you could see them.  It was so sweet of your Alphas to let you have some privacy with your old friend, even though he was a man and you knew they blamed him for hiding you.  They were always putting your needs first.  You felt a warmth in your heart and a smile spread across your face.

                  “How are you?” Dr. Banner asked, snapping your attention back to him.  His mouth hung open and his eyes looked a little droopy.

                  “Don’t worry about me Dr. Banner.”  You nodded your head. “I’m doing great.  Probably feeling the best I’ve ever felt in my life.”

                 “For the millionth time, drop the Dr. Banner and please call me Bruce.”  He glanced over his shoulder at your two Alphas.  They looked deep in conversation and you realized you would rather be with them. “I’m so sorry.  This is all my fault.”

                 “What are you talking about?”  Your attention went back to Bruce.

                 “I made a promise to you, that I would protect your secret, that you would be safe here.”  Bruce ran his hands across his face. “I broke that promise before the first month was up.  I want to make it up to you.  I snuck some of your pills.”

                 He reached into his pocket and you started shaking your head.  Steve would be so angry if he heard that and you did not want the two men to fight anymore.

                 “I don’t want them.”  Your stomach turned at the idea of anything but water anyway.

                 How long had you been off of them?  Three? Maybe five days? Maybe a week?  With all your sleeping you had no idea.  

                 “Y/N.” Bruce leaned forward. “You don’t have to do this.  I can find a way to get you out of here.  I’ll take you wherever you want, get you back on your regime.”

                 “So I can live alone? Focus on nothing but my job that I can’t even excel at or publish too many papers or I will get shut down or found out again?  I wasn’t even living.  I was going through the motions.”  You let out a sigh, he was a beta he couldn’t understand. Then it triggered, maybe he could. “What does it feel like when your other half takes over?”

                 “Like I’m trapped in a body watching a movie about my life that I can’t take part of.” Bruce fidgeted on the couch. “Or sometimes like nothing.  When he’s gone it’s like I had a dream that I can only remember pieces of.”

                 “Not as extreme, but that is how I feel when I think back to all those years on the pills.” You swallowed before continuing. “I was trying to fight my nature and create my own that I never realized what it was that I wanted.  I couldn’t even bother to ask myself that.”

                 “No.”  Bruce moved closer to you.  “That’s not true.  A week ago you were a confident scientist who didn’t depend on her emotions.  Now you’re letting two guys share you and dictate your life.  I can see you watching them Y/N, like you don’t even want to have a conversation with me, like you’re a devoted Omega.”

                 “What’s wrong with being devoted?  What’s wrong with being an omega?” You tried to control your emotions, ignoring the more insulting parts of his statement.  

                 “Look at this from an objective point of view. You had control over your life and now you’re being controlled by your nature…” Bruce started counting down his fingers.

                 “So what?” You didn’t want to hear what he had to say on the topic. “I’m happy now.  They’ll take care of me.  Soon they will claim me and we’ll…”

                 “Can two Alphas lay claim to a single Omega?” Bruce interrupted.

                 You frowned and looked away, regretting not maintaining that information.  

                 “We will figure something out.” You folded your arms. “Trust me, I’m happy.  This is for the best.”

                 “Oh my God.”  Bruce’s eyes went wide. “You don’t know anything about Alphas and Omegas, do you?”

                 “I cared more about the science behind genetics.” You shook your head. “This is all foreign to me. The last thing I remember learning about them was in high school, and then when I didn’t present there was no need to remember.  I dedicated the brain space to other knowledge.”

                 “Phew.”  Bruce let out a breath and leaned back against the couch. “I think you have it wrong Y/N.  I think this version of you, the omega version, is me as the Hulk.”

                 “I’m not two separate entities.” You shook your head. “It’s just me, and this version of me is what I should be.  By stopping those pills my Hulk disappeared.”

                 Bruce looked sad, but he nodded his head.  What you said finally seemed to sink in for him.

                 “You won’t be able to help in the lab, not in this state.” Bruce eyed you up and down. “Once you’ve been claimed, will you come back?”

                 “Of course.” You smiled, stopping yourself from adding the limitation of Steve and James’ approval. “My brains didn’t go to moosh. I still know how to analyze data and create compounds. None of that went away.  I’m not some stupid little girl.”

                 “I never said you were.” Bruce went to stand up. “If you’re truly happy, I’m happy for you, but the second you want your pills back, snap and I will come running.”

                 You gave a small smile as confirmation, hiding the eye roll.  Bruce thought you were a moron all of a sudden?  He didn’t even realize that your formula was based on predictive blood patterns. If you wanted go back on them you would have to retool the ingredients.  What he had in his pocket would no longer work for you.  Bruce had your formulas and knew the research that you were preforming for him, you didn’t understand how he could not grasp such a rudimentary concept.

                  “I am.”  You grinned. “Truly, don’t worry about me.”

                 Bruce led the way off of the couches and towards the kitchen.  James wore a blank look, but you thought he was trying to hide a bit of smugness while Steve looked more nervous.  You didn’t like that look on him and went to his side, sliding under his strong arm and wrapping your hands around his waist.  The movement seemed to calm him down and he gave you a light squeeze.

                 “I promised I’d back off.”  Bruce held his hands in the air as he walked towards the elevator. “Y/N let me know if you need anything.  I’ll try to calm Tony down, but take care of the claiming ASAP, what you’re doing is still illegal.”

                 Steve seemed to lighten up and James had a smile cross his face.  Illegal, you didn’t like the idea of that.  You were the one who had misbehaved, not either of your Alphas. The elevator arrived and Bruce waved as he left.  You hated to admit it, but you felt some relief at his absence.  

                 “Are you alright Doll?”  James walked around the counter towards you and Steve. “Did he upset you?”

                 “No…I mean yes…I mean I’m alright, no he did not upset me.”  You relaxed your grip on Steve. “I don’t want to get you two in trouble.”

                 “We’re not in trouble.”  Steve squeezed you again. “Don’t worry about us. It’s our job to worry about you.”

                 “I don’t think it’s so one sided.” You couldn’t help but smile, making sure they knew you did care about them. “I wish that I never took those stupid pills, that I was a normal Omega.  That you could mark me right now and we could move on with our lives, together.”

                 “It hasn’t even been a full week yet.”  Steve let out a calming purr, making his chest vibrate.  Your body relaxed against his. “You’ve already made great progress.  Down from four and a half hours to six hours.”  

                 Six hours.  One of them had to love you every six hours or the insanity would come back. No wonder you were so sore.  Sore, but grateful.  James must have seen your discomfort.

                 “How about that bath Doll?”  James held out a hand. “I want to get to know you a little better.”

                 You looked up at Steve who nodded, as you grabbed James’ hand and let him pull you into his arms.  

                 “What if you don’t like me?”  You locked eyes with James.  

                 His blue eyes sparkled as he laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

                 “What if you don’t like me?”  He grinned down at you.

                 “I don’t think that’s possible.”  He started walking towards the stairs. “Tell me everything.”  

                 “Everything?” You let him lead you away.

                 “Your entire life.”  He started up a step.

                 You weren’t one to over share, but the way he guided you up the steps, watching you while watching out for you at the same time made you melt and at that moment you would do anything to make this man happy.

[alicemoonwonderland]

Take Care Of You

Moosh requested me the following: Haaaai gurrrrl ;) Could I... request... DOMESTIC COR FLUFF PLS OMG <3 *where it goes, SFW/NSFW is up to you- don't wanna hold your muse down x*

And I decided to go with some SFW fluff. Need to keep writing sfw fluff as well, or else I will get rusty! And I needed to cheer myself up lol.

Summary: You got a cold at the same you got your period, so Cor takes care of you.

Fandom; Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Cor Leonis x Fem!Reader

Rating: SFW

Words: 1153

Warning: sickness and periods.

Tagging: @themissimmortal​ @stunninglyignis​ @angelic-guardienne​ @fieryfantasy​ @angelic-guardienne​ @nykamito​ @louisvuittontrashbags​ @blindbae​ @hypaalicious​ @ridingchocobros​ @dirtyffxvconfession​ @gladiolusacn​ @cupnoodle-queen​

He carefully manipulated the door as he balanced several bags, pushing into the house and using his feet to close it behind him. Exhaling, he toed off his shoes as he was glad to be home from mission. Wishing he had been able to come home a day or two earlier.

Moving to the kitchen, he listened carefully but heard nothing. You must be sleeping. That made him sigh in relief as you hadn't been feeling well. Your period having come earlier than expected, and it was another painful one. On top of that, you gotten a cold. Talk about not having a good few day.

Quickly, he moved around and poured the chicken soup Ignis had given him in a bowl, poured a glass of fresh orange juice, and put meds onto a tray. Picking it up and carrying it to the bedroom. His heart squeezed with emotions when he found you curled up in bed, wearing his shirt and boxers while hugging his pillow.

Placing the tray on the bedside table, he crouched down beside you and brushed your hair out of your face. Gently checking your temperature and feeling you had a bit of a raise.

"Cor?"

"I am here, sweetheart," he whispered so gently as he didn't want to disturb you too much. Your head must be aching. It always did when you got a cold as your sinuses would be stuffed, and the pressure hurting you. "You feel like sitting up and eating a bit? Ignis made you some soup."

A smile lit up your face as you opened your eyes, Cor's face softening even more as he could just see how miserable you were feeling. And still you tried to smile, no matter in how much pain you were.

"You shouldn't get too close to me, Cor. You could get sick." With his help, you sat up and leaned back against the headboard with pillows supporting your back. The Marshal placed the tray carefully on your lap as he put your hair carefully in a loose braid so it wouldn't stick against your skin.

"Love, when was the last time I got sick?" he asked you amused, but also a bit seriously. He rarely got sick, got all his vaccines every year but also naturally just didn't get sick often. When he did he turned into a baby, but the chances on that happening were less than once percent.

"Let me air out the room and make you a bath." You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you took your medicine and watched him move around the bedroom, Opening the curtains slightly and opening a window to let in fresh air.

Then you watched him move to the bathroom and rummaging around there. He always turned into a mother hen when you were sick, or on your period. Knowing how painful it could be for you. Hopefully the medicine would help because you didn't feel like being a miserable waste for longer than a day.

Soon enough, he walked back in the bedroom and sat down beside you. Nodding pleased when he saw that you had eaten most of the food, taken your medicine, and drank the juice. "I'm sorry that it took me so long to get home."

You shook your head as you took his hand and kissed his knuckles gently. "Don't worry about it, Cor, you have your work and it is important."

"You're important too."  Those quiet words, but filled with the utmost love, made you melt like goo. Cor wasn't the one with flowery words, so when he said things like this, it made you all fuzzy.

Everyone saw Cor as this stoic hard man. And they weren't wrong, but there was so much more to him. He was the kindest and sweetest man you knew, who showed his love in the small thoughtful ways. Like a book appearing on your work desk which you have wanted very badly. Or a packed lunch before you left for work. A new coat waiting for you on the bed.

Cutie. Such a cutie. He shot you a curious look but didn't ask what was going on in your mind. You two chatted about his mission, and what you had been doing while he was away.

After finishing your meal, he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom - quickly undressing you and putting you in the water. It did wonder for your sore muscles, and the steam clearing your airways. You opened your mouth to thank him, but he gave you a level eyed look.

Smiling innocent, you closed your mouth again. He never liked it when you tried to thank him for stuff that he thought was just natural and given.

"Rest, don't drown yourself," his eyes twinkle as you toss some water at him, and he dodged it expertly. "I will be changing the sheets, back in a minute." He leaned in and pressed a kiss on your forehead. Sighing happily,

You moved deeper into the water, closing your eyes as you relaxed. Playing with the foam and water, you heard Cor muttering to himself as he struggled with the sheets. It made you snicker. Even the great Cor Leonis had trouble trying to change the sheets of a double bed. Ha, only you knew that.

Zoning out a bit, you didn't notice him returning and softly massaging your scalp. "How are you feeling baby? Better?" he asked concerned, and you nodded lightly.

"Medicine are kicking in so my stomach isn't hurting so much anymore. Just feeling exhausted." Being sick and having your period drained so much. You couldn't wait to snuggle up in his arms.

"Bed is all fresh and clean. Room is aired out, so I guess we can get a nice nap." He lifted you out of the tub and dried you off with so much care. You pouted softly as you wanted to kiss him, but didn't want to get him sick even though he was the Immortal.

"Soon, you little imp," he reassured you as he helped you into a pair of his boxers and shirt. Carrying you back to the bed. Usually you would protest and complain but it made you all warm and fuzzy right now.

He tucked you in and joined you in bed. He had closed the curtains again to make the room dark, resting you gently against his chest. Sighing happily, you nuzzled against his chest and closed your eyes as they hurt a bit.

"Sleep. I am right here. Took a few days off to take care of you."

"Good, you're getting some well-deserved rest as well." You felt his lips brush against your temple as the fresh sheets were pulled over your shoulder. He started to hum the lullaby you loved so much. Soon, you drifted off into slumber with the words 'I love you' following you.

[itshaejinju]

You know, it's really not fair for you to post about someone blocking you. They have their reasons, it's their business, and putting them on blast is immature and wrong. If someone unfollows or blocks me I don't make a big deal about it. That is their right and you should respect that by not telling hundreds of people about their personal decision to not be involved with you when they're already in a potentially vulnerable state. Would you appreciate it if someone did the same to you?

Well frankly my dear anon,

I just woke up to see this and I’m rather annoyed to see it frankly so this might sound uncharacteristically rude of me.

(This will cover several things that as annoying me)

People have done that to me. In replies to asks from other bloggers and such about how horrible I am.

For something that I didn’t even do wrong. Saying ridiculous things and insinuating that I am sending hateful anons to people. Starting giant pity parties making a whole of drama out of it.

She most likely blocked me due to Moosh drama as she probably believes all that she is saying that I’m some sort of scammer and evil person. I am not. I have done nothing wrong to anyone here I’ve done exactly what I said I was going to do from the start.

I was raised to stretch you money as far as possible to make it worth every penny of it.

Not to use it frivolously.

I was hurt that she blocked me, it was just plain rude that she believed all that was said and didn’t bother to come to me and ask if they were true or not. She could have sent me a ask hell send an anon about it if she didn’t want to personally signal herself on it.

I know it’s her blog and her right to block whoever she wants to. Just as it is my blog and right to question it. I didn’t send her hateful anons, I did not send a angry post telling her I was mad and hated it. I just mentioned that even though I’m confused and bothered by it I still support her and her writing to be angry when someone insults her fantastic writing.

When I saw that person had posted that rude shit about her Drautos writing I was upset because her writing is fantastic and she is a very kind person that they shouldn’t do that. Even though she blocked me I want to make sure people who can read her stuff does.

Because sure I’m confused by it all I want to support her anyway I can because I am a nice person overall.

I didn’t say rude things in the reply to that ask I got about it. I didn’t want pity for it. I didn’t want someone to go speak to her on my behalf and convince her to change her mind. I did not say anything threatening to her. After going into discord to ask her I didn’t go back because discord makes me nervous and I figured she probably will be uncomfortable if I ask about it so decided against it.

I know if someone was going speak with in discord I would be a little nervous but I would listen to what they had to say. Because they might have a valid reason for it. Ever make a off colored joke and not know your audience? Yeah you need a retry on making that good again a second chance.

All I truly ask for is a second chance from those who blocked and are ignoring me openly. For me to talk to them about the situation so I can clear the air and answer their questions. Instead of passive aggressive posts about things that I see them make.

I see those passive aggressive posts about me, they are all lies.

I am not mad at her I’m not sending any hate to anyone. I’m working then going home eating dinner and sleeping. (Well attempting sleep and kinda doing a mantra of please sleep please sleep) I haven’t had much time to chat, surf my dash or even write as I’m adjusting to this new work schedule of mine.

I have better things to do than be mean to others.

If I was to send out hate to someone I would do it off anon and in their chat with them as face to face as possible.

I would never tell anyone to stop writing ever. I have encouraged a lot of people to keep writing and help with spots they are stuck on.

I would never tell them that their favorite character wouldn’t like them.

I would never tell them my opinion of them on anon because it’s a faceless opinion and doesn’t mean as much.

Has anyone received any mean thing from me off anon? Or in a chat?

No? Never?

Okay.

I have four anons about the Moosh situation I have not replied because I don’t feel they need my attention. This honestly doesn’t deserve this much attention either to be frank. I should be getting up making coffee and doing dishes. But this sparked anger and I felt the need to reply. I’m not going to reply to the others because this blog doesn’t need to see the rude things they are saying to Moosh.

I don’t hate her I still worry about her health and mother I hope her job is still fun and rewarding for her. I hope her writing is still going well.

So I’m done with this reply. People will probably be shocked to see it and somebody will have something to cry about this. How I’m being rude or something.

I have always been super nice to everyone here and never any reason to treat me like shit here. So frankly I’m starting to loose my calm and kind ways. I don’t want to have to start being rude and harsh with everyone here.

[auburnfamilynews]

hope you like .gifs

Woah boy, did Auburn beat the stink off of Purdue. At some point it stopped being a football game and started becoming pure catharsis. Auburn was purifying itself from the disappointment of months of lackluster offense. Purdue was just in the way like a Japanese fishing boat during the Castle Bravo test. They were collateral damage.

What this game allows me to do is provide a service to you my dear fans. I’m gonna rate these NINE touchdowns for you, to help you better appreciate them for their unique charms.

I will be rating them using a 1-5 BOOM scale with 5 BOOMS being the highest. They will be scored in 4 categories: importance to the game, hilarity, pettiness, and aesthetic appeal. Am I biased? Sure, but these are my rankings.

LETS GET IT (Young Jeezy Voice)

This is the first touchdown of the game. Jarrett Stidham does the Official Cameron Jarrell Newton QB draw fake and then throws a gorgeous swing pass to Boobie Whitlow. Boobie weaves through the entire defense on his way for 6. Just look at it. Imagine for one second you are #36 for Purdue. Has there ever been a more hopeless feeling than the one that went through his head the second he saw the ball in the air heading toward Whitlow? Maybe not up until that point in human history, but maybe later in this very game.

Importance: 5/5 Booms. As the first score of the game, this one scores five BOOMs out of five. Auburn asserted its will on the game at this point.

Hilarity: 3/5. I wasn’t openly laughing at the TV at this point. I was more shocked we had just scored. If a chuckle came out it was one of surprise, not hysteria.

Pettyness: 2/5. It would have scored lower, but I just feel the Gus Malzahn Revenge Tour started with this play for a reason. I think he knew he could score on the most Gus play ever so early in the game just to prove it to the H8TRZ.

Aesthetics: 4/5. Pass plays are pretty. Long runs are pretty. This was both in one play and was very pretty indeed.

Total: 14/15 BOOMs/ Not Bad.

This was Whitlow’s second touchdown. I am a sucker for Wildcat and for Chandler Cox mooshing people and this was both. I loved this touchdown.

Importance: 4/5 BOOMs. Second score of the game, so we really didn’t know the floodgate of points was about to be opened. At this point we thought we were going to need these points in order to stave off an inevitable Purdue comeback. Nah dog.

Hilarity: 3/5. I didn’t laugh at this touchdown except at how Stidham doesn’t move a muscle from snap to whistle. He is a statue. Does he know that he is supposed to be part of the play? Is he sure he’s in the game? The Wildcat is a great design because it forces 11 defenders to defend 11 offensive players who are all a threat to attack. Stidham only attacked from a mental standpoint because I’m sure he is torching someone in his dreamscape during this play. Watch the gif over and over and try to imagine what is going through ole number 8’s noggin. Maybe he is imagining he is Boobie Whitlow and day dreaming about what it would be like to be named boobie. Man maybe that would be tough at school. Kids can be mean. But maybe that’s why Boobie got so big and strong. It’s not his real name so who knows.

Pettyness: 1/5. Anytime Gus goes to Wildcat and scores, I imagine he is doing it to rub his critics’ nose into it a little. But not to a huge extent at this point in the game.

Aesthetics:5/5. I love Wildcat. She is beautiful.

Total: 13/20 BOOMs

I have to double check this gif to make sure it isn’t just a bad copy-paste mistake on my part. It’s not the same gif as the last touchdown, Gus just ran the exact same dang play two straight trips inside the 5. Love u Gus never change.

Importance 5/5 BOOMs. This was the game winner. With 7:00 left in the first quarter. LOL.

Hilarity: 4/5. Anytime you run the exact same play against a team and score and they don’t come anywhere close to stopping it, it is funny to me. Also Stidham this time not only moves, he stands up and puts his hands on his hips like he is disappointed Boobie didn’t audible out of this play and throw him a sick back shoulder fadeski. C’mon Boobie, toss that p-skin this way, bro.

Pettyness: 4/5. Running the same dang play more than once is classic Gus Calling the Good Plays. I know he was thinking about the anti-Wildcat crowd (READ: dopes) and was sending them a message that he will be continuing to give defenses that sick sick Wildcat all next season.

Aesthetics: 5/5. I love Wildcat. She is beautiful.

Total: 18/20. That’s a lot of BOOMs.

This was the beginning of the Hey-Darius-Slayton-Is Super-Fast-You-Guys section of the game. Darius was more wide open than I am to the idea of you sending me money on Venmo (@sonofcrow).

Importance: 2/5. We hadn’t seen much from D-Slay and it was important for him and Jarrett to go out with a bang. This was important for that, it was NOT important to the game because Purdue wouldn’t be able to come back from down 21-7 if the game was fourteen quarters long.

Hilarity: 4/5. It was super funny how open he was. I was thinking it must have been a blown coverage or someone fell down. Then I realized it was just Slayton being fast and I laughed more.

Pettiness: 2/5. Throwing a bomb up 14 is not super petty, but it turned out it kinda was since Purdue employed the bold strategy of wearing lead-lined pants. That’s the only explanation for how slow they looked.

Aesthetics: 5/5. NOTHING BETTER THAN THE BOMB BABEEEEEY.

Total: 13/20 BOOMs. Solid.

Importance: 5/5. Not really but I’m giving it high grades because of how important it was for reestablishing the “SEC Speed” narrative.

Hilarity: 5/5. This gif is hilarious. There are like 4 guys for Purdue who have no idea what to do. Number 96 in white looks like a dang Keystone Cop. No one has ever run himself out of a play worse than 36 does.....except 55. This looks like a play from Breaking Madden. I bet Slayton was cracking up the whole time he was running untouched to the endzone, thinking about how tired 46 looks. The lead-lined pants were a bad choice.

Pettiness: 5/5. You know what Gus H8TRZ really hate? Wide receiver screens. Forget that they are a bedrock foundation of the modern spread offense, these dummies will tell you WR Screens are responsible for every Auburn loss in the past 5 years as well as the Global Financial Crisis of 2008. Gus keeps running them and I love it.

Aesthetics: 5/5. Prince Tega kicking a defensive back out of the game is my all-time favorite part of this beautiful play. He almost didn’t need to touch anyone, but he decided to plant the tiny guy he saw out of bounds. It’s the little things, y’all.

Total: 20/20 FLAWLESS VICTORY

Importance: 1/5. This game was long over and this was the dollop of sour cream on 10-pounds of nachos

Hilarity: 5/5. Purdue got scored on by a DL named Big Kat after its QB’s pass traveled more yards backwards than forwards. Hilarious.

Pettiness: 1/5. Gus didn’t call this play. If he did, he should call it every time. If we find out he has the ability to call this play and isn’t, I’ll be peeved.

Aesthetics: 5/5. Big Guy Touchdown AUTO-5/5 ENGAGED

Total: 12/10

Importance: 1/5. This is the point in the game in which it became cleansing to me.

Hilarity: 3/5. I mean the scoreboard itself was funny at this point.

Pettiness: 2/5. I don’t think Gus was exorcising any demons with this TD, otherwise it would have been higher. Had this been out of the Wildcat, you better believe it would be a 6/5.

Aesthetics: 5/5. I like watching Anthony Schwartz run.

Total: 11/20

Importance: 3/5. Important because now we were in record-breaking territory and Gus knew it. Him going for the record is important because it shows his supreme confidence in picking up meaningless stats and wins, something people really want him to do.

Hilarity: 5/5. Bombs are funny. And THEY STILL AREN’T DOUBLE-TEAMING SLAYTON. LOL. The Safety over the top comes to help at a speed usually reserved for icebergs. Slayton caught what felt like -9 deep balls this season and in this one game he caught two beautiful ones. Stidham to Slayton was back BABY!

Pettiness: 5/5. Gus is my DOG. Throwing a bomb up 42 in the first half is savage.

Aesthetics: 5/5. Jarrett throws an artistic deep ball.

Total: 18/20.

Importance: 5/5. Ryan Davis had 0 touchdowns going into this game, and that is criminal. This touchdown righted a wrong. It solved an injustice. It gave the world meaning.

Hilarity: 3/5. Number 41 in white basically knows the play and still misses the tackle enough for Ryan to get 6. That’s funny to me. Also THIS Auburn team scored 63 points in a bowl game and that is hysterical.

Pettiness: 3/5. Had Auburn scored again, thus proving that Gus was going for an all-time record, this would have been higher. Instead, I think he was trying to get Davis a score, and that’s admirable. Unless you’re the linebacker who gets kneecapped by Chandler Cox. I’m sure he was tired of Auburn at this point.

Aesthetics: 3/5. Not the greatest looking play, but not ugly by any means.

Total: 14/15 Booms

Most teams don’t waltz into the Franklin American Mortgage Music City Bowl and expect to drop a sixty-burger. Auburn had a game for the ages and I am glad to have watched every play of the Franklin American Mortgage Music City Bowl. I’m sad the season is over, but I think we can all take solace that the Vested Vendetta is back on the sidelines calling the GoodPlays and running out of bubble gum.

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ALL OF EM. "DONT BE A PUSSY," CHRISSY.

CHRISSY REALLY LIKES TO SALT || NOT ACCEPTING

INHALES

I BET YOU THOUGHT I WOULD PUSSY OUT DIDN’T YOU????

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What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Answered!

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

Answered!

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Answered, basically Chrissy doesn’t remember, but chances are likely she did.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

Answered, but last time I wasn’t allowed to say a.mourshipping and guess what, I’m slapping this down here. I mean I’ve gone at length already about why I don’t like that ship that I’m starting to sound like a broken record about it so I’m just saying, I just dislike it when people try to obnoxiously shipbait and don’t have the balls to commit to it.

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Not with Pokemon specifically, but I generally don’t care for a lot of ships in Pokemon since either a) there are so many characters I just feel meh about so why would I care if they were in a ship and b) most of the characters are too young for me to really ship. 

Though I’ll admit I’ve become really lukewarm about p.reciousmetalshipping the more I’m exposed to it. 

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

@starmarkcd & @gxldenstreak have actually made me come around on Crys/Gold since I’m one of those curmudgeons who 9/10 dislikes it whenever the sole female character in a group ends up having to be shipped with the main male lead just because she’s the girl and therefore has to be a love interest. This same philosophy applies to why it makes it really hard for me to ship ariana/giovanni.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

I haven’t reached the point where I can’t stand him or anything since Guzma has really great character development and was just a huge surprise all around when I was expecting a shallow comic relief character, but damn was I really close to just hating the character at one point thanks to fandom being really obnoxious about him.

Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Not really. I’ve been on tumblr since 2010 and I’ve yet to ping on anyone’s radar that they thought to send me anon hate. Though I’ve been put on a call out post/call out blog before so I suppose that counts? Still, why won’t anyone hate me that intensely to just come into my inbox? I’ve been waiting for the day to get some real anon hate. It’ll just be such a huge tumblr milestone for me.

Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Answered, I believe. But Cilan. Cilan. Cilan. HE IS SO USELESS AND ANNOYING. I just remember how ridiculously happy I was when he and Iris were literally shoved onto a subway and sent away. It was like the show runners realized how disliked those two were and just gave us that moment “SEE? SEE! THEY’RE GONE!” since literally asides from Brock&Misty in Johto arc, none of the other companions got a goodbye scene and especially not one that was as dismissive and insulting as the one Cilan and Iris got. 

Literally said “Good bye, worst companions ever.” when the subway doors closed.

Most disliked arc? Why?

FRICKIN BLACK AND WHITE. ALL OF IT. I get so frickin angry at how badly Ash regressed when he was amazing during Sinnoh. THERE WAS LITERALLY AN ENTIRE SEASON OF FILLER. Like yes, Pokemon’s really just filler, but at least there was always just an overarching story with Ash winning badges to fight in the region’s league and his female companion competing in some dumb beauty pageant alongside him. But literally. This season had no plot since it came after Ash getting his ass handed to him in the unova league. He and his companions were fucking travelling around on a ferry and stopping at random islands for no damn reason at all.  

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Nah, which I find kind of surprising since I generally tend to like characters most of fandom will dislike. There probably IS a character, I just don’t remember them at the moment.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

I suppose the SuMo anime right now is a bit unpopular since people can’t get over the anime style changes and general tone shift from XYZ, but I actually really love it for the cuteness and the fact that Ash is such a pure soul in it.

Also I know people didn’t like the XY games since they were really shallow and I understand why since… well it followed the BW games. But I was fortunate enough to pick up the games only a few months before the SuMo games so I never had go through the long wait and ultimate disappointment with the games, but it’s kinda cute and the music’s not bad.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

I think I’ve seen this sentiment thrown around a bit so I don’t think it’s that unpopular, but I really think Brock should have been written out of the show long before Sinnoh. He was just kind of… there and nonexistent and pointless. He kinda went through all of his character development with the original trio and really should have just left with Misty. Especially since that running gag of him falling for every hot girl was SO. OLD. by then.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Hey fandom? Stop taking game mechanics so frickin literally. Thanks, Chrissy.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?

Look, I love Pokespe. I seriously do. It was a series that had the challenge of taking completely new characters for every arc and having to expand them into something that’s original and not boring or repetitive. I ESPECIALLY love what they did with Giovanni. 

But at the same time???? Holy fuck does Pokespe read like bad fanfiction 99% of the time. Lance taking all three legendary books and mooshing them into one was just… not good. 

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

I mean I would go back and rewrite the entire god damn Black and White arc so that a) Ash wasn’t so damn fucking incompetent and completely forgot how to be a pokemon trainer B) Cilan never existed C) Iris being an actual gym trainer and eventual champion etc etc. 

ALSO REMOVING VINCENT AND INSERTING SILVER. GOD DAMN IT.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

So here’s the thing that always kinda baffled me about Serena is that while true, she’s a blank slate character you do have something of a personality for her when she ends up being the rival if you happen to choose Caelum as your avatar. She’s a girl who’s actually a pretty stronger trainer and who progressively gets frustrated and insecure about having some new kid on the block come along and beat her at every battle. That would have been an amazing story to see on screen. 

And just like the really, really aggravating thing about Serena in the show is just… a character like her already existed in the games. It was frickin Shauna. SHE was the potential LI in the game who was interested in cute stuff and videos and fashion and wasn’t a good trainer, but stuck around with the team since she cared so much about her friends. Soooo… would have put Shauna in Serena’s role if I had that choice.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

CONTRARY TO HOW IT MAY SEEM ON THIS BLOG. 

I do not actually care all that much for shipping. I have the one ship, MAYBE two for each character and that’s it. Heck, I never intended on shipping on Giovanni until a certain devil child came along and ruined everything. So when I in particular don’t ship something popular, it usually just means I’m not invested. Plain and simple. 

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

Instead of one thing, you get a list: the frickin entitlement. The guilt tripping. Drama that friggin lasts for weeks. People who can’t leave other people alone. People who use mental illness as an excuse for acting like a terrible person. The vagueblogging. FRICKIN POLITICS THAT SHOULD BE KEPT TO PERSONALS. People not tagging shit. The constant call out posts over NOTHING. The “If you’re not with me, you’re against me” mindset – hi, I’m here for RP and dumb memes and 9/10 I probably agree with your sentiment, but I’m not fucking here on my pokemon blog for that shit.

What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Moon/Lillie are the cutest thing to have ever happened and while I don’t really ship it since yanno, they’re ten, they are so pure and sweet that just thinking about them washes a lot of my salt away.

What are your thoughts on crack ships?

They’re dangeorus. As in. I’ve deffo done the thing where it starts off as a crack ship and then becomes a legit ship. It’s like playing with fire and then you have people on the dash who are just “wait, what – ??” when they see you legit shipping it.

Popular character you hate?

Look, if you’ve been following me for this long and don’t know the answer to this then please leave.

Unpopular character you love?

Okay, so I guess Ash sorta counts as an unpopular character on the game side of the fandom since people can’t get over the fact that the anime and the games are separate universes. So I constantly get to see my son be dragged for not being Red or for taking the role of their self-insert character even though I bet dollars to donuts that they’d probably whine that their self-insert character didn’t jive with whatever personal headcanons they came up with or what not. 

Listen, just let the boy exist in the anime and ignore it if you don’t like it. The show’s cute, it’s bright and colourful and sometimes really well animated. And hey, guess what sometimes the show is better than the games with their interpretations of mechanics. I love the fact that the legendaries feel like legendaries and not some extra strong pokemon you have to try a lil harder to catch. That and a bunch of other lil things. Just let me sit here and love my son.

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

Yes. I’ve actually recommended pokemon to friends repeatedly, even dragged them into streams to watch either the anime or even LPs for the games.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

WELL FRIEND. I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT ASH TOTALLY WON THE KALOS LEAGUE.

Most shippable character?

idk. given how ash has been paired with every character under the sun, including frickin sammy oak, I guess him? I mean the frickin fandom’s currently caught up in ship wars with him in the middle. ASH FUCKING KETCHUM. Mister Oblivious to Romance and Girls.

Least shippable character?

Cilan. 

Get him out of my face. 

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Home..

 Well, tomorrow is my last full day in Oregon...I am a bit jumbled about how to feel, but i am steady in my thoughts when it comes to being humble about going back to California. I have spent a ton of time with my parents here, helping them out and making sure that they stay on track with their health, and i have spent a little time with my friends. i wish i spent a bit more time with my friends, but i will be back, i spent 4 days with my friends and 4 days with my family :) so its not all bad. 

i am conflicted though. i am happy that i found myself again, coming back home always does that for me...reminds me of where my roots are, and where i came from, but also hits me with the reality of why i left Oregon in the first place. So in that aspect, it is quite painful...But i have already started to make new friends here, and open back up, so going back home to California is going to be a bit hard since i have started to make my roots here again...Maybe one day i will move back here and start again when the time is right...Maybe i never will...Time will tell.

i have been struggling with the thoughts to go back to California as well though...i understand that i am not much to look at, but i strive to be something to think about, something to hold onto, someone to love...and i think that my past has screwed so many things up for me when it comes to love that these days i just expect to be hurt, or cheated on, or treated badly...like it sets my anxiety off and i just go, oh ok well they’re gonna hang out and im gonna be chop liver and hes gonna do things behind my back and do this and that and i wont ever know because im here in Oregon. ugh. sometimes i wonder if i need to go to therapy...but there are so many screwed up things that happen in California that i wonder if im not the only one who needs to go. 

ive spent so much time being a California dreamer, that i keep forgetting just how good i have it there...i moved to California to get away from everything that i was going through in Oregon, and i sometimes forget that...i keep waking up thinking that i am in the middle of a war still...and in many ways, i am...but not so much a war, but many small battles that i still have to overcome. all in due time though, no one ever said that the healing would be easy. 

i am a free wild spirit with a heart that sets on fire full of passion...i am love, i am stubborn and i am full of adventure...and i am trying my hardest to understand everything in ways that i never did...this is me challenging myself and putting myself to the ultimate test, i have been constantly challenging myself to look at things from different perspectives and to try to handle things in ways that i NEVER would have before when i lived in Oregon, starting with my patience and understanding...its a work in progress for the patience part. next i moved onto how i came across to other people when i felt hurt or betrayed...in the past i would just strike and destroy, there was NO time for anyone to explain themselves or to react, i just shut it down and destroyed it and made them feel ten times more hurt than they made me feel ... to me, it made me feel like that would stop them from hurting me again....and it did, because they left my life entirely..and i cant say that i blame them....because i would have too.

i have spent so much time improving myself and i am doing so much better...California has been much like a rehab for me, and i am slowly getting myself back to where i need to be...but i am afraid that i might be falling out of old bad habits, and falling into new bad habits....now instead of lashing out and hurting others closest to me, i have grown quiet and i am hurting myself internally. i keep to myself until it breaks me and i have a breakdown crying fit over my socks not matching....ugh. 

it feels like i cant win.

i have said a lot more than i intended to when i started this blog. lol. but i feel better. i really need to get back into blogging again, because writing is like a release for the soul.

thank you to all of you who have stuck by me and been nothing but patient with me and uplifting as i continue to go through this rehab point in my life and work on myself. i love you all...it has been so nice to be back home, but i know that i cannot stay, this is only a visit. 

You see, you have to take things in life like you take your alcohol; one shot at a time, and you have to experience moments and opportunities like you would with your favorite wine...slowly, and with much appreciation for all the flavors that life has to offer. 

you cant enjoy the moment if your too busy trying to get to the bottom of it, life is too short, and you are too precious to let life pass you by...especially since you only get one shot at this thing we call life :)

until next time moosh army. 

xoxo bella